BZPRPG: Le-Wahi

IC: Rakau

The Fe-Toa growled, slamming his fist down on the table. "You're one to talk. Nice boots, by the way." He said. Rakau was not in the best of moods, at this point.

IC: Excelsior (Prospect of Whitby)

The Vortixx inspected one of his fingernails over his pint. "I feel like having another beer wouldn't help at this point, Rakau." His exoskeleton, although currently deactivated, was still currently fixed into place on the ex-crime lord's limbs, ready to be switched on in order to escape the room in the increasingly likely chance of a bar fight.

IC: Rakau

"Shut up, Ex. This guy asked for it." Rakau said, his voice slightly slurred from the alcohol.

IC: Eztanda - Inn, Le-Koro

I stare at the  scene over the top of a grubby glass flagon. I'm not a big drinker, but you have to show you're making an effort. This situation could get out of hand quickly...Jac might be laid back, but it's just for this reason that he can be a bloody abrasive ####### in an offhand kinda way sometimes. I sigh inwardly. It always seems to fall to me to keep him in check. Well, I owe him that much at least, I guess. I owe him a lot. So being bothered to calm him down is the least I can do.

IC: Excelsior (Prospect of Whitby)
 
"Exactly my point. See, I can already tell you're drunk- your voice is slurred. Do you really want to have both a hangover and a ##### ton of bruises in the morning?"

IC Jaco

Being a Fe-Lesterin, Jaco was immune to edges like the one in Ez's single-breath sentence. He was quick to fling his feet up on the bar top, wriggling the supremely mobile toes on his jika-tabi.

"They're called jika-tabi, mister mezzo-soprano. You got a problem with traditionalist foot wear?"

IC: Rakau

"Nah, it's just looks stupid." He looked at Excelsior. "Are you saying I can't handle this?" His eye twitched a little.

IC: Excelsior (Prospect of Whitby)
 
"Yes."

IC: Rakau

"Well....I can." 

IC: Excelsior (Prospect of Whitby)
 
Excelsior shrugged. "Your problem," he replied nonchalantly, taking another sip of his beer.

IC: Eztanda - Inn, Le-Koro

Oh Mata-Nui. This time I sigh out loud. Jaco can just be so bloody infuriating sometimes, to be honest. It's just like he has no idea of the reality of the situation. It gets quite irritating. No, no no, shut it. Keep it under control. Come on, you've been quiet all day, #### off. "Jac, calm down ya moron. Seriously, he's ####ed. Leave it."

IC Jaco

"Can ya mumble any louder?" He exclaimed at a definitely-not-indoors volume.

IC: Rakau

"I'd listen to your lady friend if I were you mate." Rakau said, quite clearly drunk out of his mind.

IC: Eztanda - Inn, Le-Koro

Lady friend? Yep, he's definitely drunk. 

IC (As Adamas): "Let's get shopping before we go treasure hunting." Said the toa as she walked over to the vendor.

IC Jaco

He bolted upright, spilling drink and chips all over the floor, eyes twin bits of fire staring at the wannabe.

"What did you just say about her?"

IC:Lerada

With a nod, Lerada pocketed his two Lightstones again and followed Adamas over. Picking out a pair of Heatstones, he slid the money over and pocketed them alongside his Lightstones.

"Simple. Well. I wouldn't suggest we just wander off into the jungle, we'll get lost or end up as some Rahi's lunch. We should have an idea of where to go first. Any ideas?"

IC: Wokapu – Le-Koro Marketplace

 

Wokapu blinked only once before regaining control of his composure very quick. He was never one to gawk or show any sort of uneasiness towards odd-looking beings. He wasn't always perfect at it though. This vaguely insect-like being however…

 

Well, I've seen stranger, Wokapu thought, Actually, no I haven’t…

 

“Why yes, I am a Toa. Don’t let the armor throw you off, I’m a Toa of Air,” replied Wokapu. “Are you a tourist as well? I’m kinda trying to find my way around here to get some travelling supplies.”

ic: No. I travel light, but it would be... calming to have another toa of air travel with me. Where are you headed?

IC (Rewera & Aparangi):

 

The two Toa exchanged a look followed by a brief nod, then followed Kythera through the busy Le-Koro walkways spanning between trees and canopy.

 

After a few minutes of quiet walking, Aparangi turned to Kythera and asked:  

 

"Say, what news have you heard from the other villages, outside of Ko-Koro? I've been a bit out of the loop lately - what did I miss?"

 

Rewera remained quiet, but listened closely too, equally curious.

IC: Kythera

"Not much, I'm afraid," The vortixx admitted, glancing over to the strange pair as she lead them towards a much more sparsely lit section of the Koro.  Here, the trees were older, larger, with a canopy so dense one could almost mistake the dappled sunlight squeezing through the leaves as nighttime stars.  The assortment of lightstones and torches lit the walkways, storefronts, and dwellings; with little sign of the technological advancement that the rest of the Koro displayed.  Despite the atmosphere, the platforms were just a crowded, and Kythera nearly had to push her way through to get to one of the more trafficked establishments.

"Camping out in the middle of the jungle doesn't do much in terms of news, or keeping up with gossip."

So hiding among the masses wasn't her favorite thing to do, but it certainly was the easiest in Le-Koro.

IC: Rakau

"I didn't say anything, pal." Rakau said, also standing up. 

IC Jaco

Is this nerd trying to get his head kicked off?

"Are you trying to bloody get your ugly head punched off, punk?" His pakari glowed in warning.

IC: Rakau

In his drunk, stupid thoughts, Rakau decided it was a good idea to reach inside his coat, where his disc launcher was hidden. He then sloppily swung it out, firing a couple of sharp discs at the opposing idiot's face.

IC Jaco

His people had a bevy of curious traits, quite different from the traits that matoran had, or any other species separated by elemental affinities. Things like resistance to poison or alcohol and enhanced vision. Or in his case, resistance to metallic weaponry. He ducked the first disc and, likely to the others surprise, caught the second spinning razor in his right hand, giving it a quick inspection before tossing it back like a Pakari-fueled frisbee.

IC: Rakau

Rakau ducked, and rolled, dodging under the razor sharp disc. He then shot right up, grabbing a chair and swinging it right at Jaco's face.

IC: Excelsior (Prospect of Whitby)

"#####." The Vortixx slowly got up from his seat, making sure to keep out of Rakau's firing line. "You're a real idiot, aren't you?" He shouted in his companion's ear over the mounting noise level from the other people in the bar who were clearly quite distressed by sharp metal disks flying around.

IC Jaco

Ha! Someone who had owned and operated an MMMA approved dojo wouldn't fall for the ol'chairaroo! With the additional strength provided to his neck's stabilizing muscles by his Pakari and natural hardiness of Lesterin and Fe-elementals, he was able to charge through and tank the chair, budging nary a centimeter from the impact. He launched an offensive of his own with a fist aimed towards the nerd's torso. "EAT THISSS!"

IC: Rakau

Rakau doubled up in pain as the fist smashed into his ribs. He staggered back, before lunging forward, with a magnetism powered punch headed straight for Jaco's face.

IC Thak:

Meanwhile, a certain ruggedly handsome Fe-Skakdi watched the action from a table just a little way over.

He certainly hadn't expected a bar fight in Le-Koro of all places.

For now, Thak was content to just sit and watch the free entertainment, as well as enjoying his drink.

OOC: open for interaction

IC Jaco

Okay, so a punch wasn't quite as tankable as a chair, but he'd seen worse. Stepping back with the punch to minimize the damage, he bent forward to wrap his arms around this skinny punk's torso, intending to flip him over for a classic bodyslam through a table.

IC: Rakau

Rakau stepped back, dodging the grab. I grabbed my weapon on my back, before stabbing it towards Jaco's eyes.

IC Jaco

He quickly jumped back, putting some distance between him and the eye-poker-thing.

"Now lad, no need to overcompensate bringin' a knife to a fist fight!" While he said this, he did the hand sign that, in the language he and Ez used, meant SMOKE COVER C'MON.

IC: Rakau

Rakau span his machete in his hand, waiting for him to make his move. 

IC Jaco

"Huh?!"

He made an aggressive step-up-step-back really fast while throwing his hands open in a come at me stance.

"YEAH?!"

IC (As Adamas): "I've got a map with me, where would you suggest to look first?"

ic: Toa Kamkika crouched in the brush, watching the other being as it passed. concealed behind the power of his Huna, watching and waiting in case it was hostile.

IC (As Adamas): "I've got a map with me, where would you suggest to look first?"

IC: Luta - Le-Koro

"Well I'd say go to the southern swamps, I got pretty lucky there"

IC Thak:

 

Meanwhile, a certain ruggedly handsome Fe-Skakdi watched the action from a table just a little way over.

 

He certainly hadn't expected a bar fight in Le-Koro of all places.

 

For now, Thak was content to just sit and watch the free entertainment, as well as enjoying his drink.

 

OOC: open for interaction

IC; Toa Kamkika: the skakdi looked rather drunk, so he decided that it was a prime time to start a fight, get some armor, and maybe, just maybe, get a new weapon. activating his huna and stepping forwards, he drew his spears and thrust one at the creature, only hoping it would strike.

IC: Eztanda - Inn, Le-Koro

Oh for Mata-Nui's sakes. I exchange a weary glance with the vortixx on the other side of the fight. I know him, or...who he used to be. Last I heard, the Ussalry had finally got to him, but it seems that isn't the case any longer. I make my way over to him, making a sign for him to stay silent. I move round behind the swaying drunkard, engrossed in the fight. In an instant, I've whipped one of my axes out, using the handle like a kind of garrote to move in front of the toa's throat, before I pull back with enough force to topple the already drunk shorter being.

IC Thak - Bar:

The lesterin had guys, the Toa had guys. This was turning into quite the escapade. Thak was glad he'd come.

Or he was, until some one stabbed him clean through with a spear.

It punched through his lung, and he exhaled involuntarily, his oxygen supply now cut in half.

That said, he'd not been a treasure hunter so long to be put down so easily.

"Agh! Assassin!"

He switched to thermal vision, and swung a fist right at the Toa's left cheek.

IC: Excelsior (Prospect of Whitby)
 
Excelsior's head whipped around at the cry, quickly zoning in on its source- a Fe-Skakdi with blood currently spurting out of his chest. Lovely. Wasting no time, he activated his exoskeleton- more to prevent any damage caused by his gun's recoil than for the extra speed granted by it- took aim, and fired a bullet towards the space where the Skakdi's assailant would be, assuming that they were using a Kanohi for camouflage and were therefore either a Toa or a Lesterin.

OOC: Excelsior attacking Toa Kamkika.