BZPRPG: Onu-Wahi

IC: Onyx, Onu-WahiOnyx roared as he leaped to his feet, swinging his maul at Walker with Pakari force. While he did this, the crystal amassed around them turned into tendrils, all slamming into Walker at different angles.

OOC: No! Not the mail carrier!

Gavarm didn't say anything; just continued to eat and drink. His friend was kidnapped and he had alot of thinking to do. The plans of others were obvious choices on what to do, but maybe there was something else they could do...Gahla'm chuckles slightly before replying,"Okay, I'll expect you later." The Skakdi dispappers into her hut and begins to write down the "profits" of today's business deals. It truly had been quite a profitable day.The sound of Dev'ar yelling,"Watch this, Olsark!" echoed throughout the camp. The Toa was still doing that dangerous game with the knife and wanted to impress his Skakdi brother.And Gezdom watched all of this; taking in every detail while using his Mask of Stealth. The drunken fools would be an easy target to take on. They would have to attack now or never."Then, bingo!" exclaims Savulg happily. "But, I think you let me win," adds the Vortixx.-Mef Man

IC: Garme"It's hard to let someone win this game... if even possible. It'a all about luck and what choices you make."She explained, trying to cover thee fact she may have let him win.

"I see," he replies. "Well, what do you want to do now? You want to just relax for a moment; or would you rather play another game? Or, perhaps, we could talk about something."-Mef Man

IC: Garme"You choose this time."She suggested, having been the one to usually steer conversation and plans.

Savulg shrugs; not knowing what to do. He always hated trying to make decisions himself."We can talk; I guess. But, you start. I enjoy listening rather than talking."-Mef Man

IC: Garme"I do most of the talking, this time, it's your turn."She replied, not starting up a conversation, waiting for Savulg,

OOC: No! Not the mail carrier!

IC: Tarnok, MineTarnok finished his lunch, feeling somewhat less angry after considering the facts. Chances are, Uskey was still alive. No use having a captive if you intended to kill the. He then stood, on his guard for anything. His mood improvement showed. "Sir, regardless of our course of action, I recommend we set out soon. We aren't exactly in a strong position for battle, and we are down a squadmate if that toa were to return."

IC: [Uyism]Uyism nodded, agreeing with Tarnok.

"Fine," he replies, smiling. "My name is Savulg; don't know how old I am because of my memory loss, but I'd guess about my twenties. I was found on this island by a beautiful Matoran named Garme and joined the group she was in. I left Po-Wahi after a while to get a different view for a while, but soon returned after missing the Matoran mentioned earlier," Savulg states in his "biography."-Mef Man

IC: Olsark"You're crazy, Toa. I won't be surprised if you lose a finger soon." said Olsark, laughing but also slightly worried that the situation might turn into something ugly. That and he didn't want to find a finger where it didn't belong.

"Don't-" Dev'ar quickly pulls his hand back in time before being stabbed,"-worry. I'll be-" he barely pulls his hand back again-"fine." The Toa of Gravity looks up to Olsark while pulling his hand back without looking at the being weilding the blade.-Mef Man

IC: Garme"Didn't we already speak about our pasts?"She asked with a shrug. It seemed Savulg had something in his past possibly bothering him.

IC: LekuaAs the group began to split up, Lekua turned to Nichou. "You ever-know this place far better than I do, of course. Do you have anything specific in mind of where we should start, or do we just go around question-asking anyone we meet-see?

IC: Olsark"Oh, I'm not worried but you should be. Like right now, he's going for your pinky." lied Olsark with a grin, wondering what the outcome would be.

IC: Onyx, Onu-WahiOnyx cursed as the sand sent him flying into a wall, forcing the breath out of his body. Getting back up, Onyx moved his arm with the shield in front of him, blocking the sand projectiles. The crystals, however, he did something completely different with.Controling them back into stalagcite-like shapes, he, through the control of his element, telekenticly held the five 7'5" spikes around Walker, stabbing at him at various angles. Meanwhile, his leg had stopped bleeding, but still hurt.

IC: Walker"Holy K-!" yelled Walker, sprinting out of the center where the crystals were stabbing at Kakama speed, barely making it out alive as he received two other cuts on his left side this time, narrowly evading three other projectiles. If this kept up, he'd be done for; he could not allow a vital spot to be hit. Walker would need to end this before he got too woozy from minor blood loss.Continuing to sprint at regular speed now, Walker ran straight forward at Onyx, picking up as much sand as he could on the way, the little particles thickly covering his arms. It was the right amount he'd need and hopefully, it would succeed. He could not afford to make any mistakes so he kept his eyes and ears attentive for anything which might pop out at him. The brown youth would soon be within close range of Onyx.

IC: Onyx, Onu-Wahi"Once, A Matoran questioned my authority. They never found his peices." Onyx said, calmly leaning on his Maul. It was very odd indeed, a Hardened warrior such as himself to start talking in battle. Suddenly, the crystal spikes Walker thought he left behind turned into tendrils and attempted to cover and then crush the Toa. "You don't even want to know what i'll do with you."

IC: LekuaAs the group began to split up, Lekua turned to Nichou. "You ever-know this place far better than I do, of course. Do you have anything specific in mind of where we should start, or do we just go around question-asking anyone we meet-see?

IC: Walker"Well I'm not a Matoran. (Too slow!)" responded Walker, easily evading the crystals as he outran the crystals which attempted to crush and cover him from behind. Being the speedy devil he was and running away all those times in Po-Koro payed off; his endurance, speed and reflexes were much more acute than ever. Now he was in front of Onyx, about a meter and a half distancing them, preparing a sand-powered punch to his face.

Dev'ar quickly pulls his hand away as the blade stabs into the table. There was a roar of laughter from the beings as Dev'ar takes his bows. "Come on, brother, your turn," he says to Olsark while setting him down on the long bench. A chorus of chanting,"Olsark!" over and over proceeded; Dev'ar joining in as well."Oh. Then, how about we talk about our future," he adds. "What do you want to do, Garme?" asks Savulg.-Mef Man

IC: Garme"I have no idea at all."She laughed with a half smile."How about you?"

IC: Olsark"No, no, I can't..." muttered Olsark however the chanting did not cease. His name rang loudly, fists beginning to slam tables in a collective rhythm along with the imitating clapping of hands and foots banging the ground."All right, all right." Upon hearing his agreement to participate in such a foolhardy game, the clan erupted into cheers, some clapping, some laughing. There were even others making bets. Settling himself down on a bench across the being holding a knife, he stuck out his hand on the table. "Do your worst."

"Well, I guess I'd like to still be with you three," he starts, not too sure himself. "At some point I...may find a different kind of a job," spits out Savulg. There. He said what he had been thinking for the past few months. Ever since he left for Ga-Koro, those thoughts had been swirling around in his head. Just, which thought would be the right path to follow.Dev'ar smiles to his brother before wacking him on the back with his hand. He looks up to see the Ga-Toa pull the knife from the table and stand there for a while. She quickly made her move and brought her knife down closer and closer toward Olsark's hand; threatening to make a sun roof in the Skakdi's hand.-Mef Man

OOC: No clue what a sun roof. I'm going to assume you're going to make a neat sun pattern in my hand and that you didn't do anything special yet IC: OlsarkOlsark kept his hand as it was but he kept fidgeting, his entire being screaming to move his hand out of the way, a sense of adrenaline coursing through his veins. Risky, stupid and foolish as it was, the Skakdi could understand how other people took pleasure in such a thing.

IC: Garme"Thinking about getting back into acting?"She asked, expecting that was what he had planned. She didn't seem all that surprised.

OOC: It means to place a hole in your roof so you can see the stars at night. So, what she's doing, is trying to cut out a huge hole in Olsark's hand...

"Better move it, brother!" yells the Toa, happily as the knife continues to come down."Probably not," replies Savulg. "Wasn't that fun. I'd rather do something else. Maybe a store owner. Or a doctor. Or a stand up comedian. I'm not that sure, really," he sighs. Yes, the Vortixx was a confused being...-Mef Man

OOC: One word: oh.IC: OlsarkOlsark couldn't hold it any longer as his hand jerked out of the way off to the side, narrowly missing the knife as it came down on the little spot where his hand lay, the knife embedding itself in the wood with a dull thud."Yikes!"

A roar of yells could be heard as the beings payed up for their bets. No one had expected the being to hold his hand still that long, and it excited them quite a bit."Great job, bro," Dev'ar congratulates drunkenly.-Mef Man

IC: Garme"A store owner? Wouldn't that get boring, selling stuff all day? And doesn't it take a long time to train to be a doctor? A stand up comedian would work I suppose."She commented, thinking about each of the things Savulg was listing.

IC: Lekua"I suppose-guess that would work, unless the foreman suspicious-wonders why we're search-looking for Taipu in the first place." Lekua though for a moment. "Wait, how's this: I'm a story-writer from Le-Koro doing a piece for the Mata Nui Daily about the tunnel-excavation of the Le-Koro Highway, and I was true-hoping he could possibly-maybe give me a list of the names and addresses of the Matoran who worked on it, so I could speak-talk to them firsthand? You can be my friend who's acting as my way-finder during my stay-time here." Lekua's mind raced, already formulating the details of his plan. "We should track down the tunnel-miners in the order on the list so no one would get suspicious, and interview-speak to them all, too." He thought for a few moments, and then nodded, satisfied. "What do you think-suppose? No glaring bad-errors or anything?"OOC: I just thought of this a few minutes ago. I suppose we'd have to get a staff member to RP the foreman? I can't imagine it'd be that easy to get Taipu's address.

IC: Olsark"Remind me to never do that again." said Olsark, hobbling off away feeling almost sick, a look of weariness crossing his face. The Skakdi learned a valuable lesson today: don't listen to a drunk. Poking his head into Gahla'm's tent, he looked around until he spotted the blue Skakdi. "Hellooooo."

Gahla'm turns around to see Olsark. Her face brigthens into a small smile before saying,"Ah, Olsark. Come in.""Scared Muaka!" calls out Dev'ar before taking a seat to try the game again. "Doesn't have enough guts to do this!" he says loudly to the others before dodging the knife."I don't know about those jobs. Maybe I should just stay with Walker," he says. "Anyway, I wonder how Walker and Wrehn are. I feel terrible for leaving them, but what can we do?"-Mef Man

IC: OlsarkOlsark entered the tent and quickly seated himself in a nearby chair, looking rather sick and turning a bit of a sickly orange, a replacement for turning green in his case."Don't listen to Dev'ar when he's drunk..."

"What did he go?" she asks before chuckling slightly.-Mef Man

IC: Garme"We can... not get killed when they come find us after the fight. I don't think they'll be happy about us ditching them... we need to think up an excuse..."She started trying to think up a way to lie her way out of a very angry walker.

IC - Raehn - Onu-Koro: After another twenty or so minutes of walking, Raehn had arrived at the village of Onu-Koro. Pausing at the mouth of the cave, she observed the place for a few moments, watching as the various beings who inhabited it -- mainly beings of earth -- went about their business in the Lightstone-rich environment.A place underground, with limited visibility at times... No doubt there would be criminals about, and bounties to be claimed. Checking her equipment, she continued forward, entering the village and looking for something, anything, to do.

IC: Olsark"He somewhat forced me to participate into that game of his which involved a hand and a knife. Don't try it."

IC: The commander finished his meal with a swig of beer before putting the canteen away. He looked at all members of his team one last time.This decision would be final. He had to make sure it would be the correct one as well."Az acting commanderr uhf Uzalrry Zefenz Skvahdrron," Sulov Koskium pronounced, "I appoint Gafarrm az ze deputy replazing Kol."He paused. "To Onu-Koro in vedge formazhun!" He kicked Muv slightly. The ussal snorted and began to walk out of the mine.