BZPRPG: Le-Wahi

IC-Grochi:"Hi Raknar, having fun?" Grochi asked, ignoring Nemesis. "Apparently they're all taking potshots at this guy, waiting for him to die. Wanna take your turn?""Do you really have to say that?" Dendron asked."If I didn't have a sense of humour, I wouldn't have retained any semblance of sanity."

IC: Vorex"I have a sense of humour, and I have no semblance of sanity."

IC: Lasinia"Ooh, nearly dead person! Can I poke him?"

IC: Vorex"Make sure you do it with a stick." Vorex pointed out, before handing Lasinia a metal poll.

IC: Raknar (Pala-Koro, Le-Wahi)"Only if you promise not to get any dead person cooties on you."-Teezy

IC(Byraher): Byraher edged closer. Her hearing wasn't helping now. She could hear arguing and breathing. She wasn't sure if it was close by or far away. Regardless, she didn't stop moving.

IC: Lasinia"Okie dokie!" she said cheerfully, taking the pole and prodding Nemesis.

IC: Vorex"Is it moving?"

IC: (Pala-Koro) Perkahn, previously noted for having an uncomfortable habit of drinking through much of the interesting stuff happening around him, was only in the vaguest state of sobriety, just enough to realize they were back where he started from. Le-Wahi.He contemplated the situation in front of him, including poor Nemesis and how everyone seemed to be just kicking the Karz out of him. Just 'coz."One question, people. Why are we here? Has some sort of habit of going to random places replaced the times we were kidnapping people for ransom?"

IC: Lasinia"Yay! Poking!"

IC: Raknar (Pala-Koro, Le-Wahi)"Listen, Creeper, he's startin' to spit blood everywhere. You should probably stop sometime soon."-Teezy

IC: Vorex"Oh, don't worry, that's fine."

IC: Something blared louder than anything else in that moment. A sound so great and mighty that it reverberated throughout Pala-Koro like a gunshot. And it blotted out every scream and shout otherwise made in the area."THIS IS THE TALE OF CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW/PIRATE SO BRAVE ON THE SEVEN SEAS/," Doomie sung as he strummed. "A MYSTICAL QUEST TO THE ISLAND OF TORTUGA/RAVEN LOCKS SWAY ON THE OCEAN'S BREEZE~"The merc stopped and turned to his audience. His kanohi was mildly irked."Don't interrupt me this time, meaniepoos," He said before getting back to singing.

IC: Lasinia"Yay Doomie's singing!"

IC: Vorex"Who is Doomie, and why do I get the feeling that he's awesome?"

IC: LasiniaLasinia did not answer, now poking Nemesis to the beat of Doomslayer's singing.

IC: (Pala-Koro)Somehow, Perkahn thought that this game was one he had a slight hang of. He wasn't a good singer; pretty bad in comparison to any professional bard, really, but when you couldn't really do worse... Soon, his heavy, low voice joined Doomie's."THIS IS THE TALE OF CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW~~~"

IC: Madrihk"Yes, yes we did," Madrihk answered in response to Kaylov, starting to remove himself from the scene as well. "I must admit that we had no idea they were even in the hive in the first place. Makuta's minion seemed to relish in unleashing them--"At this point, Doomie began singing. And continued to sing."SHUT HIM UP!" he growled, his patience with the current situation snapping like a twig. People had begun to protest on the extreme treatment Nemesis was receiving, while some newcomers seemed to poke fun at the events, and now this moron was bloody singing!"Oh for the Great Being's sake!" Madrihk barked. "Are you incapable of actually finishing this little, simple job of killing a crazed terrorist without making a big scene of it!?"Using a quick boost of Kakama speed to launch himself forwards, Madrihk embedded his wrist-mounted blade in Nemesis' head. The ice shattered, and most of the head along with it, leaving the now limp body falling to the ground. The Toa of Ice glanced upon the Toa's remains with disdain, scowling at the people he passed as he stepped away again, quietly cleaning his blade with a quick application of ice. When he spoke again, he was back to his calm and collected self."There. Done. He's dead, as he should have been minutes ago. Incinerate the body and get rid of the ashes too."Madrihk sighed."This guy set fire to the village and attacked us all. He paid the price for that. However, I ordered a short interrogation and a death, not extended, sadistic torture. We do what we must to protect ourselves, the village and the island; and I trust that people will understand this. But what do we do if word gets out that we relish in killing, that we perform torture for our own amusement? Our relation with the rest of the island will plummet, that's what. As Kethrye says, we will be seen as no better than what we are fighting. I've already caught some flak for allowing him--"He pointed at D/Voriki."--to stay on this team despite suspicions about his past. I'll say it again, now that everyone can hear: Anyone can join this team, so long as they oppose Makuta. But good or evil, nice or brutal at heart, you will act like island liberators, or you will be put on the list of targets."

IC: Raknar (Pala-Koro, Le-Wahi)As The Captain Aki Rua Doomslayer The First started to sing, Raknar's chest began to suck in with all the breath he was holding in in a vain attempt not to begin laughing uncontrollably at the Toa of Oil's antics."I think Doomie misses his pet," he said. "Yo! Doom! Wanna go and find yourself a new pet?"-Teezy

IC: [Ril]"Thank you Madrihk, for being a reasonable person. I am glad to have such a sane person in charge."IC: LasiniaLasinia promptly stole the body.

IC: ZykeZyke sat on a bench in the main hut, deep in thought. His need for violence had been satisfied, yet...he didn't feel satisfied at all. It was true: what they had done out their was unnecessary and brutal. But why should he have cared? Was he finally developing a sense of wrong and right? Whatever it was, he agreed with Madrihk that the scene outside would never be repeated.OOC: Hooray! Character development!

IC: (Pala-Koro)Perkahn could not take one second of a serious look at Madrihk's face without laughing his arse off. Whoever this guy was, he was hilarious when he was angry.For the purpose of making him even more angry, he switched the song."and here we go again! we're on the road agaaaain~~~ we're on the road again we're on our way to paradise~~~ we love the jungle deep~~~ that's where the lion sleeps~~~ and then those evil eyes they have no place in paradise~~~"

IC: "LATER~," Doomie yelled. "THAT WHITE ONE LOOKS NICE, THOUGH...I DUB HIM 'MR. MEANIEHED'."He was pointing to Mahdrik.With a flourish of the cap, the toa went back to singing."KIERA KNIGHTLY/JACK SPARROW~"

IC: VorexVorex magnetically pulled the body away from Lasinia and threw it into the lake. "Done."

IC: Lasinia"Nooo~! my new toy is gone!"Lasinia promptly dived into the lake, grabbed the body, exited the lake, and began to run off.

IC: At Madrihk's speech, Bane saluted, reverting to his military training. "We're here to help, not to be narcissists. I do black ops, I should know."Von finally appeared next to armageddon squad. "Aside from the constant stream of volunteers, and this Nemisis guy, no perceived threats near here.""Thanks, Von. Madrihk, shouldn't we get to situating the turaga, as they're going to be here for a while?"-Bane

IC: VorexVorex grabbed the body again, and sent it plunging at great speed into the very heart of the lake, where something very large and very nasty promptly ate it.

OOC: I'm assuming there is a wall.IC(Byraher): Byraher slid up against the wall. All the noises came from inside the village, it seemed. Singing, arguing, shouting. It's a freaking nuthouse!

IC: AelynnThe Fe-Toa found the noise and singing to be quite annoying, and was thinking of welding whoever was doing it's mouth shut.In her current condition, she might actually do it.

IC: "YEAH YEAH!"Doomie riffed on his ukulele for a little while. Then he jumped out before the body-stealing and consumption. He wore a tremendous grin."NOW BACK TO THE GOOD PART!/FROM THE DAY HE WAS BORN, HE YEARNED FOR ADVENTURE!," The toa strummed. "OLD CAPTAIN JACK GIVING THEM WHAT FOOOOOR!"

IC: (Pala-Koro)Perkahn had a brief spark of inspiration when he saw the rather irritated expression of Aelynn. He seized her by the hand. "Dance with me, milady," and before she could really bother to refuse he literally swept her off her feet and into a painfully quick dancing whirlwind across the immediate area. With some serious help from his Kakama."Here we go again~~~"OOC: excuse the slight bit of autodancing, it's too comedic not to use

IC: Madrihk"You find this funny?" Madrihk asked, cold permeating his voice. "This is a madhouse now. I am not in the mood for this. No one is in the mood for this. You will stop this instant, or there will be trouble."He motioned for each of his deputy leaders to gather."Once we resolve this situation," he said, trying his best not to hiss, "those of us still sane will have a meeting, and there will be restructuring of this team. We shall take precautions and make agreements on how to handle insanity, so that we have a procedure to follow. I can handle a terrorist attack, all right, but not... this."

IC: Vorex"Do you want me to throw them out, or into the lake, or something to that effect?" Vorex asked.

IC: "HE'S THE PAUPER OF THE SURF/THE JESTER OF TORTUGA~," Doomie sang over Mahdrik.The merc grinned again. He riffed, producing a speedy dancing with his ukulele."BUT IS DAVY JONES' LOCKER/WHAT LIES IN STOOOOOOOORE?"

OOC: Oh Karz, not a good idea. IC: AelynnPerkahn would suddenly find his feet encased in a solid block of iron. Because of him going at Kakama-speeds, off-balance was one way to put it.Aelynn was well beyond the edge now, and in a voise the no one would expect from the normally shy Fe-Toa, she shouted, "WOULD EVERYONE JUST QUIT IT!?"Her eyes might have been red from crying, but they glared angerly at the beings generally being the loudest."Thank you."OOC: Sorry, but Aelynn is a bit overemotional right now. And angry.

OOC: editingIC: (Pala-Koro)Perkahn straightened himself. He'd gotten himself rejected by women before, but not to the point of outright aggressiveness. "Oh well, no need to ruin the mood. Never liked women of my own element. Too steely."He took his most dramatic pose yet, mimicking what he thought was an opera singer. It was more like Michael Jackson, to be honest."THIS THE TALE OF TONY MONTANA~~~"

OOC: Bane's a little overemotional, too. Death is imminent for these pirates.IC: Doomie would soon find that terrorizing the leader of the ILS would put him in trouble. What's more, he would find his hands metallically bonded to the ukelelie, and his mouth covered by a metal band. "Shut it, or face something worse than this. A possible decapitation, or torture. And you can call that bluff, if you really want to risk it. I'd advise not to."-Bane

IC: Raknar (Pala-Koro, Le-Wahi)I couldn't help but let out a low whistle as I watched the Fe-Toa start going juggernaut with her vocal cords on poor, sweet, drunken Perkahn "Forty Ounce" Highwind. I took a final drag on my cigarette and lowered it, observing the now-quiet village with wide eyes."I, um...I just came for supplies," I managed to pipe up finally, before watching Doomie get bum rushed by some blockhead who thought making metal with his hands made him cool. In three quick strides, I was over to him."You'd better let my boy here go," I said quietly. "Otherwise, you will regret it."-Teezy

IC: "CAPTAIN JACK/JOHNNY DEPP/DAVY JONES/GIANT SQUID~"Doomie suddenly had the strangest feeling. He frowned.It was almost as though people wanted him to stop talking about pirates. How inconceivable! But he'd obey.The toa shrugged. "Okay."ROGER THAT LET ME TRY IT WITH ANOTHER FILM!," The Captain announced."LIFE IS A BOX OF CHOCOLATES/AND MY NAME IS FORRRRREST GUMP!"He then heard Bane.The toa's mouth opened.It closed.It opened again.Then he started to cry."BAHMBAHMBAHMBAHM!"It was muffled by the gag, of course, though the tears weren't.

IC: (Pala-Koro)Perkahn observed the situation beforehand. Naturally, a fight was about to break out. A proper one. You do not muffle Doomslayer like that in his best friend Raknar's immediate vicinity.Good. A fight would be just the thing to sober him up.Plus, there was just something remarkably enraging about the fact that Doomie was crying. The man responsible was going to die. Slowly.