BZPRPG: Onu-Wahi

IC: [Arkrak]Arkrak sighed as he watched the suspects escape, before turning to face Incommodo."There goes our reputation," he muttered, returning his battleaxe to its holder on his back. "Time to make sure Chronn doesn't kill us."

IC: The Po-Toa shrugged. "Sometimes. But often the price is indicative of quality if you catch my drift. There is a reason most people prefer to buy directly from source."

IC: ArgentumArgentum: Read the news. It has an article about me - 1 which talks about me trying to kill Macku. But I don't like to kill. I'm half insane, and I... I've done some horrible things, and I hate it. I do it because I was insane - depression. I tortured and killed because of the fact that I was depressed from....stuff. But a part of me hated doing this. And the more I hate it, the more insane I get. Thats why I need your help. Not to take away my insanity, but to guide me to repent. Because...I'm hoping that once that is done, not only will I be a better person....Insanity won't be a burden. It would be an ally.

IC: Delak / MinhoAfter running for a very long time, turning left and right here and there, the group practically lost their attackers. They were now in a more secluded section of Onu-Koro with less people around and they wouldn't have to fear anyone hearing them.Delak still had his sword out and kept looking around, his eyes darting up, down, left, right just in case. Minho copied Delak but stood casually with his fists balled after setting down Nex."I believe it is time for you to lead."

IC (Zadron)"Yes, it would be a shame if you were followed," came a voice from behind Nex. Zadron was standing right behind him. "Stabbington is dead." He held up the dead Toa's mask.

IC: Incommodo"Fortunately enough, I don't have a reputation. It seems you're the one who's screwed." Incommodo then realised that this would earn him a reputation. And not a good one. "Oh... That's what you meant. I suppose we're both screwed, then."

IC: [Arkrak]"Chronn's gonna kill us," said Arkrak. "Probably in a very painful manner. Wanna go get drunk first before reporting our activities to him?"

IC: Incommodo"I don't drink. Although, if I'm going to die, there isn't exactly going to be another time to do it. Why not?" Incommodo said, making up his mind.OOC: When/if he regains his sanity, and Chronn hasn't killed you by that point, he'll kill you himself.No pressure.

OOC: Don't worry, what could possibly go wrong?IC: [Arkrak]"Perfect," said Arkrak cheerfully, before dragging his colleague through the streets of the village. "I saw a bar when I first arrived here. They should have drinks with heavy amounts of alcohol."Several minutes later, the two arrived at the aforementioned bar.

OOC: Chronological or alphabetical order?IC: IncommodoIncommodo walked into the bar."So, what do you suggest we get, excluding the rather obvious option of 'alcohol'?" Incommodo queried.

IC: [Arkrak]Arkrak shrugged."Something that will knock me unconscious incredibly quickly and give me a severe hangover," he said. "Which means that I'll just drink lots and lots of alcoholic beverages."

OOC: Question: What's the likeliness of it backfiring, and them accidentally starting a fight?IC: Incommodo"Unconsciousness sounds good to me."Incommodo walked over to the bar."Something strong." Incommodo said, sitting down a stool that was slightly to small for him."Whatever." The barman replied, handing Incommodo a glass."Bottoms up." Incommodo said.

OOC: Over 9000 percent.IC: [Arkrak]Arkrak nodded to the bartender, who gave him a massive glass of one of the strongest ale on the island. Most people would think that he was suicidal for attempting to drink such a massive glass, but he was probably suicidal, having dealt with explosions and his house getting vaporised on a daily basis."Gurrk," he said incoherently as he began to swallow the beverage.

OOC: And Incommodo is the kind of person who starts fights, although he doesn't try to. The Great Beings only know what he'll do now. :PIC: IncommodoIncommodo hadn't made it five minutes.He had noticed a Skakdi sitting at the next table, and asked him if he could use six widgets to create two lines of four, betting a round of drinks he couldn't.The Skakdi bet him fifty widgets he could.As Incommodo was learning now, Skakdi didn't like being cheated out of money."It's not really 'cheating', persay, it's just thinking three-dimensionally." Incommodo said, panicky. The Skakdi roared, throwing a table at him. Incommodo ducked, and the table hit a Vortixx. Within seconds, almost every person in the bar was fighting."Oh Karz. This is not good..."OOC: I couldn't help it.

OOC: Merror from Le-WahiIC (Merror)Merror sprinted into the Onu-Wahi tunnel. As he ran, he checked the floor for footprints. He soon realised he'd delayed too long; other travellers had added their own prints to the dust; it was impossible to make out anything certain.However, he doubled back just as he passed a side-tunnel. Set into an alcove, he'd almost run past it. It was a short-cut, to Po-Wahi, and Merror knew of it. More importantly, the floor bore very clear footprints - five sets - two Toa, two Matoran and a Skakdi, the latter three dragging their feet as if exhausted.Who else could it be?The Toa of Fire began to sprint down the side-tunnel.

OOC: Sisk from Le-Wahi. Kinda like a game of catch. I like XDIC:Sisk sprinted into the dim-lit tunnel as well, trying to keep up his speed, despite the unnatural feeling of running on the stone ground. He kept checking the tunnel in front of him with his eyes, but that did no good.Then an idea struck him. He skidded to a halt. "MERROR!?" he shouted. Down here, acoustics were much better. The jungle swalloed up the sounds of shouts relatively quickly with the thick foliage. Her his call could bounce off the walls almost unhindered. Even if Merror did not hear his name clearly, if he was still nearby, he would hear the shout.--------------------Kohra smiled. "An acute observation," she remarked. "But that is the fun, I can browse around to find those rare items among the shoddier ones. Buying from the source means more expensive." And completely legal. And that is not what I am looking for. she added, mentally. No, one did not simply buy acids and explosive paste at a market-stall. You had to find the shadier businesses.

OOC: And now for something completely different.IC: [Arkrak]Arkrak was drunk. Really, really drunk. He had finished only half of his massive glass of one of Mata Nui's strongest ale, yet had already spiralled down into a semi-conscious state. He of course, was able to take part in conversations, but he would be much different from his normal self, possibly because of the fact that nothing was keeping a torrent of emotions flooding into his mouth."Nobody appreciates my explosions," he cried, chugging down some more of his drink. "I mean, I've worked so hard to make them! Do you know how hard it is to make sure your house doesn't explode?"The bartender nodded, having listened to many a drunk being in his lifetime. The Toa of Sonics in front of him was no different. However, he was spending more time looking at the bar fight occurring in front of him, making sure nothing was damaged permanently."And there was this *hic* Turaga," said Arkrak as he became more and more drunk. "He called my dao sabre an oversized knife! It's the General of Weapons for Mata Nui's sake! Why can't people appreciate the finer things in life?"As the Toa of Sonics continued to get even more drunk as he ranted on, the bartender made a mental note to ask how he was able to speak clearly despite being drunk."Why is there no love for my explosions?"

IC: "Prospectors have to do a lot of sifting before they find gold amongst the sand," Clo'on said, perhaps quoted, philosophically before his attention turned to a series of statuettes on proud display

IC: IncommodoAt this point, Incommodo was hanging off the ceiling.Well, that wasn't entirely true. He was hanging off a light on the ceiling, and, by extension, hanging off the ceiling. It was both to escape the fight and to win a bet.It seemed Incommodo had found himself making a lot of bets recently.The chord holding the light up started to weaken."Oh Karz."The light and Incommodo fell onto the bar, right in front of Arkrak. He turned to the bartender."Y'know, there's a Skakdi there who owes me fifty widgets. I can pay you back..."OOC: Incommodo ends up making bets, and starting fights. What a surprise...

IC: [Arkrak]Arkrak slumped onto the bar, having finished drinking all his beer."Explosions," he muttered over and over again for several seconds.Then he shot up, turning to face Incommodo."Hugs plox," said the Toa of Sonics, having become incredibly drunk.From behind them, the bartender sighed, wondering how he was going to fix everything.

OOC: Incommodo isn't as drunk, FYI. He only had a normal glass, which happened not to knock him unconscious. It turns out, he tends to make a lot of bets, and start a lot of fights...IC: IncommodoHowever, before Incommodo could react to Arkrak, the Skakdi from earlier tried to throw a chair at him. The chair struck the back of the room, smashing a few bottles. Incommodo turned to the bartender."For the record, that one wasn't my fault."Jumping off the bar, Incommodo stood up. Well, I stay stood; It was a bit more wobbly and unbalanced than standing normally was. The Skakdi picked up a table."Remind me to stick to card tricks." Incommodo commented, to no-one in particular.

IC: [Arkrak]"Why u no gimme hugs?" cried Arkrak as he stood up, wobbling only the tiniest of wobbles. It seemed as though even if he was incredibly drunk, he could still speak coherently and stand up properly.That was when something snapped within his mind, which had already been overwhelmed by the torrent of emotions that were formerly kept back by the metaphorical gates within his mind."HUGS!" he roared, amplifying his shout with his elemental power, sending several beings flying into the walls.

OOC: Oh, this will not end well...IC: IncommodoOne of the beings thrown away was the Skakdi. Incommodo doubted it was quite the time to thank Arkrak; He seemed a little bit insane. Aw, who the Karz am I kidding? This guy's a complete nutcase!He walked over to the bar, and got another drink. Then another.About fifteen minutes later, he had his head on the bar, crying."I don't... *sob* know what I've done with my life."

IC: [Arkrak]"MY HEART YEARNS FOR HUGS!" Arkrak roared, attacking the patrons of the bar. "GIMME YOUR HUGS!"Terror could be evident on many of the patrons of the bar, some of which were running away, screaming about the 'crazy hugs guy'. However, one of them got a rather intelligent idea."We'll give him what he wants!" the one shouted. "Let's quickly hug him before he kills us all!"And so, all the remaining patrons slowly and tentatively began to hug the drunk Toa of Sonics, who began to calm down.

IC: IncommodoIncommodo was currently having a conversation about Rahi with a rather confused bartender."I mean, they're just *hic* like us, aren't they? Where's the real difference? What if they have a language of their own?"

IC: [Arkrak]Arkrak had returned to his spot next to the bar, gesturing to the bartender to pass him another massive glass of ale. He quickly drunk most of it, before starting another conversation."I've never gotten a girlfriend," he admitted, still incredibly drunk. "I mean, what is it about me that puts them off?"

IC: Incommodo"You're too cold; You've got to *hic* lighten up, open your heart!" Incommodo shouted, drawing a few strange looks from people nearby.

IC: [Arkrak]"How is that possible without killing myself?" asked Arkrak, taking another chug of his beer. "I mean, I'll have to cut open my chest and cut up my heart. But if that can help me get a girlfriend, I should try that out."The bartender, who had been listening to the two crazy drunks in front of him, realised that the drunk Toa of Sonics may have been serious.

IC: Incommodo"Y'know, I've never thought of that one lit... liter.. litera... in real life before." Incommodo commented.

IC: [Arkrak]Arkrak nodded sagely, well as sagely as he could while drunk."It *hic* must be rather hard to do then. But anyway..."He broke down crying."Why is it that nobody appreciates the beauty of explosions anymore? I mean, all I've done is keep nearly everybody in Ko-Koro awake at night with my attempts at blowing things up!"

OOC: You do know Incommodo's a pyrophobiac, right?IC: Incommodo"Ex... Exp... Explosions?" Incommodo said, worriedly.

OOC: Yes. But this is mere concussive force. No fire involved unless there are flammable objects nearby.IC: [Arkrak]Arkrak nodded dejectedly, slumping onto the bar counter again."All I want is to be loved," he moaned.

OOC: Oh, good. 'Cause I always associate explosions with fire. And since Incommodo is (usually) based off myself, he also associates explosions with fire.IC: Incommodo"I love you. We're buddies." Incommodo gave Arkrak a hug.OOC: If Incommodo ever finds out exactly what happened, you'll be dead. :PWhat're they gonna say to Chronn when they walk in?

OOC: Well it'd go something like this.Arkrak: The suspect escaped using superb escaping skills.IC: [Arkrak]Arkrak returned the hug with the same vigour."Love you *hic* too man," he said, crying slightly.

OOC: Yeah. Don't forget to warn him about an epidemic of contagious hiccups.IC: IncommodoA few hours later...Incommodo woke up to find himself lying on the ground, with a headache. Oouuch...The bartender, who was now sweeping the floor of bits of broken glass,"You've been out cold for a few hours, mate." The bartender said. "Didn't want to throw you out in case you done yourself another injury."Another?"Where am I?" Incommodo asked.OOC: Sorry, I couldn't help skipping to this part. I felt like your post was a good way to round that off.

OOC: Brilliant part to round it off.IC: [Arkrak]Arkrak groaned as he pulled his head out of his empty glass of ale."What happened?" he wondered, looking around. "All I remember is going to a bar and then..."He looked around the bar, and despite not remembering what had happened, managed to piece some things together."Well buggrit. I'm so dead."

IC: Incommodo"Weren't we... going to go tell Chronn Nex got away?" Incommodo asked, a bit dazed.

IC: [Arkrak]"Uh," said Arkrak, sweating slightly. "I think we were."He turned to face the bartender."How long were we out?" he asked tentatively."Four hours."The Toa of Sonics' expression changed to one of shock and horror, and he turned to face Incommodo."We're gonna die," he said sadly. "Come on, let's face our death with dignity then."

IC: Incommodo"Dignity sounds good." Incommodo said, walking out, and into a post. "Ouch." He turned around, walking in the right direction this time.

IC: [Arkrak]"Yep," replied Arkrak as he hobbled out after his colleague. "Which way was to Chronn's place again?"