—Takanuva feels like his mind is on the verge of explosion. He was talking with organics that came up to his height! and they were talking! Not even the Artakha Bulls were recorded to make such complete sentences! Oh Jaller was going to be so jealous when he...oh. He couldn't get back to them. He...he was stuck here. Perhaps forever. And he had almost made it back. He felt cold, and alone. He rubbed his mask, almost like he was leaking fluid through his eyelights.—
@Six: Oh. I...hehe...I see. I'm sorry, it's just....where I am from....well, my home has....Great Spirit I'm trapped. Mata Nui, what do I do?
edited 13th Jan '17 11:38:19 AM by LightningLancer
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.(@Takanuva) No Name: Hrunting is a blade wielded by Beowulf of legends that always hits the mark. My copies are flawed, but the speed of it when used as an arrow should've been a few hundred meters per second. And yes, I'm totally flesh and bone.
(@Six) No Name: Roger. Returning then. ~half-voiced~ What the fuck's he talking about? None of the otherworlders have been so incomprehensible yet.
—Takanuva latches onto Noble Six's words. To him this group, whoever they are, might be his only companions in the future. Maybe, if he stayed with them long enough, he could find a way to get back to his home. But for the time being, he had to get himself together. Sniffling what would've been a lot of snot were he organic himself, Takanuva wipes his "nose" and collects himself.—
@Six: Sorry, I...I had a moment of crisis. If you'll have me, I'll try to do whatever I can to assist you. I have nowhere else to go, to my knowledge. You have my word as a Toa I will do my best, if you allow me.
—He offers up a fist as a gesture of friendship towards Six, waiting to see if he'll return it—
@No Name: Always hits it's target, hm? Then I suppose I was fortunate to be wearing the Olmak and not my normal mask. Your...wait did you say you fired a blade as an arrow? Not even Lewa is that daft! How do you manage that?
edited 13th Jan '17 11:54:53 AM by LightningLancer
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.—Takanuva notices Six's confusion, and guesses that such things are not the norm in this dimension. He rubs his head and chuckles a little embarrassed at his awkward behavior in their eyes no doubt.—
@Six: Sorry. Where I come from you are meant to return the fist with your own. I suppose a simple shake might do?
edited 13th Jan '17 11:59:29 AM by LightningLancer
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.(@Takanuva) No Name: Comes with an ability to change weaponry's form. And... well. Glad that it didn't turn out for the worst.
(@Tamiko) No Name: I've heard lots of weird words recently. They just usually aren't shoved into my face without any explanation.
(@Quartz) Hastur: ~traces leaving teammates with a stare, then proceeds to look at his moving pendant again~ So what do you usually bring back home then?
—Takanuva nods, and withdraws his fist to break the link. Smiling, he looks around at all the new faces he sees. Maybe they got off on the wrong foot, but he would make it up to them and show them he could be trusted. Also, was it his imagination or were they all oragnic? Mata Nui this was going to be a great chronicle if...no, when he returned home to his dimension. He had to keep his spirits up.
@No Name: You can change your weapon's form? That's...incredible! I've only heard that such an ability is capable for the Makuta and some of the Dark Hunters, though theirs are stranger than most I guess.
@Everyone: So...what are your names? I'd like to at least remember what to call you when I chronicle this for my friends.
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.Six: And I've heard it's polite to... um, apologize. About these things.
Thank you.
-nods to Turax-
I should get back indoors. If we're in a civvie area they might not react nicely to a drawn weapon.
edited 13th Jan '17 12:11:02 PM 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."—The appearance of Turax shocks Takanuva's mind. More of these organics and in so many shapes and appearances. Was he wearing...was that armor of some sort or did he have some sort of exo-toa armor bonded to him? He resembled the Dark Hunter Krekka from Turaga Vakama's tales, if any reference were possible. He went over to investigate as he examines the thing he seems to be producing smoke from—
@Turax: Um...Hello. I'm Takanuva. You are...?
edited 13th Jan '17 12:14:24 PM by LightningLancer
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.Six: -to Turax- Yeah.
And none of them seem like they have any berzerker rage problems.
...
-to Takanuva- Just to make sure, you don't have any odd stuff going on where you might enter a state of extreme anger where you will be violently hostile to everything around you, right? >.>
edited 13th Jan '17 12:15:51 PM 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."

—Takanuva makes an 'O' expression with his face. That must've been why he got shot at by...whatever hit him when he fell through the sky. Still, Tahu would've been jumpy too if one of his went berserk. Though that would probably be best to leave out right now.—
@Six: Well, other than one casualty, and I wonder if it really matters now, no harm done. Good to meet you, brother? Anyway, I am Takanuva, Toa of Light. And you are forgiven.
@No Name:....What's a Hrunting? And....wait a moment. Are you...ORGANIC?
edited 13th Jan '17 11:29:10 AM by LightningLancer
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.