BZPRPG: Le-Wahi

IC: [Arkrak]"Well let's keep going."

IC: IncommodoIncommodo picked himself up off the ground. "Okay, let's go."

IC: [Arkrak]Arkrak's mask switched on, a beam of light appearing from it to act as a torch for his friend. He himself didn't need the torch, seeing that he was wearing the mask, but Incommodo probably did.

IC: Incommodo"Woah. For the first time ever, your mask was helpful!" Incommodo chuckled.

IC: [Arkrak]"Incommodo, it hasn't been helpful because I haven't used it."

IC: Incommodo"It hasn't been helpful because you haven't needed to use it."

IC: [Arkrak]"Exactomundo."

IC: Lerongu walked through Pala-Koro, thinking of the events of the day.OOC: Open for interaction.

IC(Byraher):Byraher laughed. "It almost sounded like you were eating this...'Nemesis.'"

IC:An ussal pulled cart apporached Pala-koro's gate. "We need ta speak with Madrihk, so opin 'ta gate!" Gheirmuh, the driver, asked onyx.

IC(Byraher):Byraher laughed. "It almost sounded like you were eating this...'Nemesis.'"

IC: MadrihkMadrihk scoffed at the thought."Eating? No. But enjoying his suffering? Yes. As said, I ordered the guy dead. I said that whomever felt like it could join in on the execution squad or whatever I should call it. I even said 'make it decisive'; kill him in a second, you know. So what do they do? They take great joy in stabbing non-vital areas and then try to further abuse the corpse."The Toa of Ice left his leaned-back position and sat more upright again. He folded his hands in front of him and looked at the Vortixx with an inquisitive gaze."So, back to you. Stealth, hm? What kind of stealth. Scouting? Spying? Theft? Sabotage? Assassination? Not that we particularly need any of the latter at this moment... but I know different people swing different ways. I'm open for all possibilities."

IC: Zyke Zyke noticed the commotion at the gate and stepped over to the Ussal. "And what," the skakdi said, "is so urgent?"

IC: Lerongu, noticing the commotion, walked toward the ussal, wanting to observe what happened.

IC: Norathed:The Dragon-like Mystix crept through the jungle. No bigger than the average Matoran, The young Drake had barely breathed his first flame a few months back, and he hadn't grown big enough yet. Only relying on his claws and fangs to defend himself. He had smelled a scent he had never detected before, something similar to his own scent. So he stalked along the jungle, following the scent. He wasn't good at being stealthy, and as he neared Pala-Koro, he couldn't tell if various eyes were being drawn towards his silver scaled hide as walked along the jungle edge near the forest.OOC: ILS people, feel free to notice the dragon-mystix nearby.

IC: Alfon"Ah, why hello there, Plagia, was it? I'm glad to see that you care so much about me. How positively horrendous that you'd find my tricked out suicide a lovely sight!" Alfon quipped cheerfully, absent-mindedly staring at his new cast while Verik attempted to stress some conditions. With the ILS' new residential doctor finished talking, Alfon snatched the bottle out of his hands and stared at it with childish curiosity."Neat stuff, Doc, pretty potent if you're giving it to me for medical reasons. I'm going to assume you're sane and work without alcoholic influence on the job. But no worries, I won't get drunk off the booze, not a big fan of alcohol anyway." The Toa of electricity slowly set the bottle down and fiddled with it carefully, attempting to open it with one hand which proved quite difficult really."Uh I'm going to have a drink right now. If one of you two can open this thing, I'll pour you each a glass. That or I set you back to work."OOC: I'll post as Atvin soon, VF.

IC: [Ril] "I think we've fixed up most of the huts."

IC;"Meh friend 'ere needz ta talk with Your lee-dar, Madrihk," Gheirmuh replied, guesturing to Fekahlia, who was now sitting beside Kecand.OOC: "Take me to your leader"

IC(Byraher): "I can do all those well. The first three I believe I preformed coming in here." she grinned. "I can sabotage, yes, but I don't assassinate." she frowned slightly. "Don't mistake me, I will kill when needed. I just find assassins cowardly." she smiled again and stared Madrihk in the eyes. "I prefer to kill them as they look into my eyes."

IC: Lerongu had been walking around Pala-Koro, when he noticed Norathed. "What is that thing?" he thought to himself. "Who are you?" he asked, looking at the newcomer.

IC: SkrihenSkrihen raised her voice, to be heard by Byraher. "You might have to remind them your eyes are up here," She pointed to her own eyes. "Not down here!" She pointed to her chest.Byraher wouldn't be able to see the gestures, but she'd get the point.

IC: Kethrye -"Skrihen, That was a bad joke and you should feel bad."Kethrye tglanced over towards the village gate, hearing the voices of the latest arrivals. "Great, more new people? Somebody should go check on them, and it's sure as karz not going to be me. Despite Alfon's jokes, I'm not the bloody doorman!"

IC(Byraher): Byraher laughed and turned to the door. "Nice to meet you as well!" Byraher called back.

IC: [Ril]"You seem to be though."

IC: Skrihen "Finished seducing Madrihk yet, or have you given up on him?" Skrihen called back. "'Cuz when you're done in there, I'd like to say hello!"

IC(Byraher): Byraher blushed slightly and turned to Madrihk, speaking loud enough for whoever was outside to hear. "Well, have I finished seducing you?"

IC: [Ril]Ril promptly began to cough.

IC: SkrihenSkrihen turned her head to look at Ril. Not an easy feat, when you're bent at a ninety degree angle facing the door. "What's your problem? I wearin' a skirt or something?"

IC: [Ril]"No ... something just went down my throat."

IC: Skrihen"Like air? 'Cuz that's the only thing near your head."

IC: [Ril]"It was just ... saliva. Went down trachea."OOC: KRAY. INBOX. CHECK IT.

IC: Kethrye -"You know what? I think being doorman is preferable to dealing with you guys," Kethrye said, rolling his eyes and striding towards the village gate. Mata-Nui, do these people ever shut up? he thought, amused by their constant banter. No, it seems not.He was grinning all the way to gates, which he pulled open, the iron creaking.Threee matoran stood outside, one of water, another of stone, and the last of Plantlife. He relaxed slightly at the sight of them, matoran were less likely to go bats-in-the-bell-free insane at the drop of a hat. The team had reached there fair share of lunatics long before now, and the last thing they needed was more. He addressed the new matoran with as much politeness and as little snark that he could muster after the day's events."Ahem, how can I help you?"

IC: (Verik)"Dear Alfon, if I was drinking I probably would have amputated your arm instead of giving you the cast." I popped the cork on the brandy and poured it into a glass. "This stuff is distilled from wine, so it's a little stronger than usual. Hence the reason you should drink it sparingly." I have him a small wooden cup to carry with it. No way he was taking my precious glass ones. I waved my hand when he wanted to pour me a glass. I turned to the woman. "Plagia is it, is there anything I can help you with?" I asked."No I cannot do that, I think I still have people to work on. I never work under the influence of anything. Horrible, horrible things have happened at some of these hospitals because of that." I sighed.OOC: Yeah if anyone needs healing, he'll help.

IC-Dendron:Dendron soon walked back to the various tree-statues he had created, noticing he had forgotten one, though most of the others hadn't. Too caught up in the after-battle, it seemed. No matter. He pulled out a couple more seeds, tossing them to the ground slightly away from the others, nearer to the hut that Dendron had chosen for his own.A tree soon sprouted, Dendron shaping its advanced growth as it shot up, forming it into a likeness of Darrick Bane, one of the first, if not the first casualty in the battle just a day or so before. The expression on his face and mask was slightly skewed, as though he were looking at-or, rather, holding up-something undescribably weird.From the second small amount of seeds shot out a vine, growing up quickly and curling about Darrick's body and shoulders, before twisting around his arm a few times, the last of the vine growing out through Darrick's statue's pinched fingers, holding up the now drooping vine, large, plump grapes beginning to grow on it.Dendron slumped down, sitting on a tree stump, terribly tired after all the events that had transpired now. Mentally and physically strained, and continuing on through, watching a torture, meeting up with his brother...too much had been happening.It was dark by the time that Dendron had finished his project, that would lead also to the start of a new one. The Toa of Platlife slowly slumped over, falling into the soft grass, asleep before he even hit the ground.

OOC:Facepalm. Bad wording on my part led you to thinking there were two matoran. *headbang* I edited the previous post to explain better.IC:"You can help us by lettin' us in yer village! We ain't insane! meh friend 'ere needz ta' speek with yer leeder!" Gheirmuh Replied with his strong accent. Fehkalia facepalmed.

IC: [Ril]"And your reasons for this are?" asked Ril as he came up next to Kethreye.

IC: "Laki, I suggest we find something to do...other than gossip about Madrihk and the beings in his hut." Always good to take one's mind off of ridiculousness.

IC(Byraher):"I can do all those well. The first three I believe I preformed coming in here." she grinned. "I can sabotage, yes, but I don't assassinate." she frowned slightly. "Don't mistake me, I will kill when needed. I just find assassins cowardly." she smiled again and stared Madrihk in the eyes. "I prefer to kill them as they look into my eyes."

IC(Byraher): Byraher blushed slightly and turned to Madrihk, speaking loud enough for whoever was outside to hear. "Well, have I finished seducing you?"

IC: MadrihkThe Toa of Ice grinned in a silent laugh, but quickly contained himself."For the time being, at least," he answered. "Right, I'll just have it in the back of my head that you do stealth but no stealth murder. As said, feel free to look around the place, get to know people, maybe even seduce Skrihen while you're at it. She seems to enjoy talking about such things."Madrihk rummaged through his papers once more."May I put you on my list of crew, by the way, or do you just want to stay a hundred percent independent in mind for now? Note that this is just an informal list, really. Only rule around here is 'don't be a liability'."

IC: Alfon"Like amputating my arm off, maybe?" Alfon suggested, staring at the cheap wooden cup Verik handed him and its contents. Who did he think he was, handing a deputy a wooden cup over a glass one? The Toa shrugged, not really caring in the end and downing the drink, feeling its effects slowly but surely. The pain in his arm was reduced to nothing but a dull throb, his mind felt just a little foggy and his breath reeked of a foul stench."Well" Alfon began, licking his lips. "this is stuff tastes nasty but it works. Thanks Doc, I don't think I would have lived without you, what with me feeling suicidal and all. Tell me, does my breath smell like roses to you?"

IC: Madrihk

IC(Byraher): Byraher nodded. "You can put me on your list. I think I'm official now, no?"

IC: Madrihk"Yes. It's not like this conversation is private anymore."