BZPRPG: Le-Wahi

IC: Plagia - JunglePlagia shrugged non-chalantly. The Matoran seemed like an okay guy, so far. He might be nice to have around, particularly if he could fight, or restore memories."I'm Plagia, by the way. Those two guys behind me are Akinii and Mussiki, respectively," she said, pointing to each of the Toa in turn.-Void

OOC: You realise how physiced I am to finally have a Toa of Air. IC: RekyrThe black armored Toa saw the huge amout of water coming down on him, and he punched up towards it as if a clever touch. He was controling his element with the punch, and a fist of compressed air slammed into the water above him, making it part around him.All the while, he kept the vacuum around Emortia's head.

IC: Emotia - Crimson Nova Safehouse -Emotia struggled to hold her breathe, she collapsed onto the ground, her eyes changed back to their normal yellow as the mark lost control of her.

IC: RekyrThe Toa of Air floated back down to the floor, his black cloak raising a bit.. Rekyr was just going to release the vacuum once she passed out.He noticed her eyes changing back to yellow, which was strange. He'd have to look into that.

IC: Emotia - Crimson Nova Safehouse -Emotia couldn't hold her breathe anymore, her body made her try to breathe...which wasn't fun...she passed out soon after.

IC: RekyrWith a wave of his hand, Rekyr sent away the vacuum. She would be coming around soon/"Glad you hired me?"

IC: Emotia - Crimson Nova Safehouse -Emotia groaned as she began to come too, she felt really groggy, and her whole body ached from having her mark take over, it hurt really bad when it did that, though this was the first time it tried to kill someone.

IC: RekyrThe Toa of Air walked over to the Mark Bearer, and pulled out his custom protosteel hand cuffs. "Imma slap these on you," he said, putting them on Emotia, "And don't have me make you wear them."

IC: JiMing"Nice to meet all of you." he said. "I'm JiMing.""So..... what's so important about Lake Pala?" he asked.

IC: Emotia - Crimson Nova Safehouse -Emotia didn't struggle at all, she was too worn out from well...everything. Plus, she was feeling high from the absorbing so much excitement, though this was the first time she really felt the high coming on so strongly.

IC: The Dog"Hey, Tilly," Ishi said, aiming a large flick at the lieutenant's forehead. A loud smack resounded around the primitive medical room as his finger collided with the brim of Tillian's mask. "SO... You're ready to go get some revenge and get me some information? I've eaten all the stuff here. Boring. Not much to think on. However, I do like the idea of being given a map to this location, where we find YOU holding" -- is that a gold vial -- "something in your hands that looks odd enough. I need to know what that 'Labby' told you while we were rushing through bug juice and creeper vines to find you."

IC: Tillian (???, Le-Koro)Tillian lifted Ishi into the air with Gravity and held him higher and higher until his head was brushing the roof. The fall would easily be a hundred feet: the Dog would be demolished."Never touch me again."-Teezy

IC: Laserbeak"Tillian. Calm down." Laserbeak said calmly. "As much as it would amuse me to see him become a smear on the ground, it would not be a good idea."

IC: Skyra - ????, Le-koro -"Tillian..." Skyra said slowly. "As much as it pains me to say it, we still need him. Besides the fact that someone might charge us for murder."

Ic: The Dog"HEY!! This is really cool!" Ishi yelled at the top of his voice, his eyes glued to strange carvings in the ceiling. What had looked like cracks from the ground below were an incredible display of artistic carvings from some pre-Ishi age. Having been so high in the air, he hadn't heard Tillian's comment about contact. "Tilly! You really should see this..."

IC-Dragou:Dragou looked inquisitively over at Krayn. "Is this very common?" He asked the Gukko-Force leftenant.

IC: KraynKrayn shrugged. "Pretty much."

IC: The ship crossed the 'sea border' to Le-Wahi. "So, I heard something about a massive attack on the Nui-Rama hive. Is this true?"

IC: JiMing"Nice to meet all of you." he said. "I'm JiMing.""So..... what's so important about Lake Pala?" he asked.

OOC: Technically it's a not well known fact, so knowing it is sort of meta-gaming.IC: [Treize]"Bah. Don't go believing every rumour you hear kid. What morons would try and attack the hive?"

IC-Mussiki:"It's calm and relaxing," Mussiki said. "One of the best things for any possible mental patient." He smiled at Akinii. "That, and we might grab some supplies there. Some people I've met before decided to start up a camp, or so my Ussalry friends told me." He shrugged.

OOC: Oh. Sorry. I thought a plan to do that would attract loads of attention.IC: "Meh. It would be suicide anyway..unless...they set fire to the hive...?"

IC: [Treize]"Tropical region. Fires aren't really that common."

IC: "All right. So where do we get a crew?"

IC: [Treize]"Somewhere."

OOC: Neither of us have any idea what we're doing, do we?IC: Toranmat looked around. No one looked sailor-ish. Then again, he didn't either, but he enjoyed sailing.

OOC: Yep.IC: [Treize]"Let's just go to a bar."

IC: Toranmat agreed. "Sure. I'd like to get..moderately insensible." He walked toward the nearest bar.OOC: Oh, here we go. Here we go. Oh, this is fantastic.

IC: [Treize]"By that you mean you'll ingest heavy amounts of orange juice right? If so, I'll throw you into the brig on my brig."

IC: "Er, whatever you want, captain!" He ordered a beer and started chugging. His greatest mental weakness was becoming increasingly apparent. No, he wasn't alcoholic...he just overdid things a bit.

IC: [Treize]"If you get drunk, I'll be forced to throw you into the brig to stop you from starting a bar fight. But seeing that I'm so unlucky, you'll probably start one anyway."

IC: "Brig, eh? Wuzzat for? I'z nt dunnen thin rong! He accidentally knocked over a keg of beer on the bartender, then slipped in the spilled beer and bumped into a Matoran. The Matoran threw a chair at him, which he accidentally dodged by stumbling. "Hey yous! Thas not vereh nyce." He threw kitchen knives at random. Matoran started punching each other and losing their tempers. A few Toa joined in. Just another day at the bar...

IC: [Treize]"Oh you got to be kidding me," the Captain muttered, ducking under a chair and jumping over the bar to hide. "Why does this always happen to me?"

IC: Toranmat grabbed the very chair Treize was hiding behind and hit a grumpy Toa of Stone with it. "AY YOU. YOU STOLEN my WAFELZ." The Toa responded with an excessively large boulder, but he was drunk too, and so dropped it on his own head. "Ahahaha you izn't no match fo' meh!" Toranmat stole someone's beer, drained it, and smashed the glass on another Matoran's head.

IC: [Treize]"Why do you forsake me Mata Nui?"

OOC: Because he's asleep? IC: Toranmat took a chug of beer while kicking several Toa and Matoran between the legs, falling over in the process. Matoran pointed daggers down at him, so he rolled on his side, giggling foolishly and knocking people over. For some reason, the opposite wall was full of glowy lights. Oh wait...he had fallen over. Yes, that made sense. He got up, and noticed that his beer glass was unusually empty. "HEY! HOO STOWL MEH BEERZ!" He had forgotten that he finished it, and so attacked more people.

IC: [Treize]"You know what," she muttered as she stood up. "Screw this."And she promptly walked over to her subordinate and punched him in the face.

IC: Toranmat, already on the brink of unconsciousness, fell over.

IC: [Treize]"I apologise for the actions my sub-ordinate has taken," she said as she dragged the other Matoran out. "Send the damage bills to Jaliax the Fourth in Ga-Koro."

IC: Toranmat started talking in his sleep. "O heyz...me tired...is we going the uh vacation in Bobooba?"