“Don’t know, but I’m not thinking the best quite yet.” He says. “Blue’s lightning, sparkling’s explosions, this one’s gonna be anti-gravity bubble. Not even sure if they work yet.” He said.
Runa shudders. “Something seems…off.” He says ominously.
“I’m not sure anyone does,” Lync calls as she rejoins the group. Ticeli looks back and forth between where they had been before and where she was now, only just realizing that she had wandered off. “Just met a guy who said he was from some place called ‘Okoto’. Talked about the Makuta like there was one guy named Makuta, not a bunch of them. Wherever we are, I don’t like it.”
Pheore sighs, and plops down into the sand. “Well, great. There goes the Southern Continent.”
“Hey.” Lync folds her arms across her chest in indignation. “Don’t say that.”
“It’s true, though.” Pheore stares out into the ocean. "We’re supposed to be there, not here. And unless we can get there, I don’t think we’re gonna be much of a help.
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“You never know.” Coron said. “They could have sent enemies after you, taking away from their main forces.” He sat down beside them. “That could probably be very helpful.”
“I would try this.” Symphony using his control over his weapons as extensions of himself, melts his dagger and forms it into a round bar. He offers it to the Nameless.
He tentatively takes it with his claw hand. “What is it?”
“Hardest metal I know, the only that can break it is another of the same kind, plus in a sense I can still control it, meaning after it’s shot I could manipulate it.” Symphony smiles.
He sees if it fits in his crossbow, and if it does, fires it at Symphony’s shoulder.
“I don’t think we’re lucky enough to have enemies that dumb,” Lync mutters. She turns around, regarding the skyline of the island. “Cool place though, you have to admit.” Pheore sighs dramatically and all but falls sideways, her head landing on Coron’s shoulder.
“So? We’re still stuck here.”
It does fit. the metal bar breaks through Symphony’s shoulder, undamaged. Symphony reforms himself, “Like it?” He smiles.
“Well, think about it this way, there could be people here for you to help. Everybody needs helping, no?” Coron says. “And it could be training for the big fight you’re going into. To…wear off the green, in a sense.” He says, guessing they were new to the job from the hesitation Pheore had when she said she was an [quote=“jayzor17, post:2087, topic:43892”]
uh, Toa.
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“Good, but it doesn’t have much flair. I’ll stick with what I have.”
“Alright, I’ll reform it to the knife form.” He picks it up, melting and reforming it back to it’s original form.
Swordsman notes several more people had shown up.
Emperor walks around.
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“He’s got a point,” Lync says. “Besides, since when were you Toa of Drama?”
“I dunno, maybe the point when we got sent to a foreign island?” Pheore sits upright, turning to face Lync. “You’re really calm right now?”
“Uh… yeah?” Lync shrugs. “It’s not like freaking out is gonna help us. Maybe this was supposed to happen.” Lync’s voice is uncertain, like she’s trying to convince herself.
“Well, somebody has just figured out how to one-up Karzahni when it comes to planning,” Ticeli says, reloading his Kanoka onto his back. “I should make them a medal.”
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Kore had long since slid off of the unconscious dragons head, the flame armour reforming as the vacuum was removed, and was currently swimming towards the beach, a slight limp to his walk as he tentatively pressed at the now sealed, and blood covered (if now dried), wound Swordsman had given him, hissing slightly as he pressed upon it before giving an exasperated sigh.
“Just perfect. Now I have to replace that.”
Coron gets up. “Maybe we should head out to search for them, no? I could help you.” He says, his smirk hidden by his mask. I could use this… He thinks.
Symphony watches Nameless work, he looks rather interested.
The two fauns work on healing the half-dragon.
The dragon aimlessly floats in the ocean. (@KAI_BORG)
OOC: We’re a thousand miles from the island… just for reference.
(@Omega_Tahu) I found this in the signup…this is funny.
rules that aren’t really being enforced…thanks (@Runa)
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“No.”
“Yes!”
“Grapefruit!” Lync and Pheore stare at Ticeli.
“Uh, what’s a grapefruit?” Lync asks. Ticeli shrugs.
“I made it up.” For a moment, nobody says anything.
“Anyways,” Pheore finally says, “We could use the help. If we’re stranded in the middle of nowhere, we could use all of the help we can get, right?” She stares purposefully at Lync. Lync crosses her arms and turns her head, looking off into the ocean. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She extends a fist towards Coron. “Welcome to the team!”
He hesitantly bumps it with his own. “Glad to be here.”
OOC: sorry @Jcton, I’ve been pretty busy recently, so I wasn’t really around at the time to enforce them, otherwise I most likely would have.
Symphony continues watching Nameless work.
OOC: Ehh, it happens. It’s not like I noticed anything…
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Gravity snaps the dragon’s wings, getting rid of his main form of propulsion.
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People should always check the first post of the signup, before doing actions…Albeit that was the more realistic result.
Nameless sets down the gravity bolt, satisfied, and starts working on another.
Coron looks around. “So, where to?” He says.