Six: -sighs-
Sorry. I wouldn't have been so forwards, but-
-hears No Name-
-how about you guys lock and load, because apparently there's more trouble coming at us!
-heads off to his room to grab his sidearm-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."—With sudden projectiles hurling past his vision, Takanuva forces himself to try and twist away from them. However, one of them hits him right on the mask he was wearing, shattering the Kanohi Olmak he had used to wind up in whatever place he was now. Hopefully it was better than the Toa Empire. He shuddered the thought of hurting his brothers and sister again. The projectile shattered his Olmak but thankfully gave him enough momentum to dodge the second and draw his Light Staff to create a blinding flash of light before he impacts hard against the ground.—
Takanuva: Ugh....Karzhani that hurt. Still....better alive-hurting than dead-sleeping, Matau might say.
edited 13th Jan '17 11:12:21 AM by LightningLancer
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.-Oliver stares at the projectile that just smacked into the ground, confused and frightened-
-as Six returns outdoors, brandishing his marksman rifle-
Six: -to No Name- Sitrep!
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."No Name doesn't lower his bow. He replies to Oliver, still looking at the rift.
(@Oliver) No Name: Who knows. Can't be too careful after the shit we've come through. Time to go and take a look.
He turns around to look at people who have readied themselves for combat. It might be insulting for Oliver as he doesn't seem to address the robot.
(@Team) No Name: Time to check the crash site out. Maybe it's still kicking. Volunteers?
(@Quartz) Hastur: What are you, a forager then? ... ~hears No Name's call to arms~ Are we interested in that?
—With the mask shattered, the rift closes with a loud pop! noise. Takanuva looks up to see a starry night sky. He can hear footsteps approaching, but his attention is on the sliver of the Olmak still somehow in one of his hands. He sighs, and attaches the shard to the magnet on his back before he begins making his way to climb out the crater he's in. It's moderately deep, so he might not reach the top before the team arrives.—
Takanuva: Might as well get acquainted with the locals. Hopefully this is all just some big misunderstanding. The good kind, at least.
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.—Looking back at Six, Takanuva is a bit of a loss of what to do. So he decides to try what he always tried when he was Takua: get to know people. He raises his hand in a gesture of hello and waves at the Spartan.—
@Six: Um....Hello?
And...friend, I want to say?
edited 13th Jan '17 11:23:09 AM by LightningLancer
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.-Six lowers his weapon entirely, though he does not put it away-
Six: Apologies for the cold welcome. We had a recent incident where one of our own went violently insane.
We're a bit twitchy right now.
edited 13th Jan '17 11:24:39 AM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

(@Quartz) Hastur: Would not? Why?
As No Name exhales and looks to the sky, his half-squinted eyes suddenly widen in surprise. Already on the edge due to recent events, he reacts quicker than he is able to assess the situation. Marksman's hawk eye quickly adjusts to the unfolding sight, and mercenary's hands crackle with energy.
No Name: I am the bone of my sword...
A pitch-black bow seemingly made of carbon material materializes in his hands along with a sleek, curved blade looking more like an arrow than a sword. No Name then proceeds to launch flawed, but still potent Hrunting projection at the falling target with the speed rivaling sound barrier. If the intruding outsider isn't outright killed, he's seriously wounded by the impact.
(@Team) No Name: On guard! Another mess sighted!