"Greetings! My toa-brother and I have been rebuilding the damaged portions of the city, and I was curious to know if you had seen anyone in need." He blinked twice. "-or, maybe you need help?"
"Not at all. We are simply setting up a stand here at the market."
"No need, I'm sure you have more important Toa business to do. Like defending the borders from the Talinist scum."
"Scum? They may be violent and be selective when it comes to Mata-Nui's first virtue, but they are not scum. They were and still are my friends whom I worked with for millenia." Avok examined the scape. "...it takes two to argue, so too is it in war. By hurting their matoran, I invite attack. It is my philosophy to speak softly and carry a big staff."
"No need, I'm sure you have more important Toa business to do. Like defending the borders from the Talinist scum."
"Scum? They may be violent and be selective when it comes to Mata-Nui's first virtue, but they are not scum. They were and still are my friends whom I worked with for millenia." Avok examined the scape. "...it takes two to argue, so too is it in war. By hurting their matoran, I invite attack. It is my philosophy to speak softly and carry a big staff."
"Scum? They may be violent and be selective when it comes to Mata-Nui's first virtue, but they are not scum. They were and still are my friends whom I worked with for millenia." Avok examined the scape. "...it takes two to argue, so too is it in war. By hurting their matoran, I invite attack. It is my philosophy to speak softly and carry a big staff."
"...maybe I'm just reflexively using my disguises?"
"...Maybe."
"Or maybe..." The toa trailed off in an effort to summon all the will in his possession to pour it into his mask. "...maybe the author switched my account for a main RPC?"
"Or maybe..." The toa trailed off in an effort to summon all the will in his possession to pour it into his mask. "...maybe the author switched my account for a main RPC?"
"Or maybe..." The toa trailed off in an effort to summon all the will in his possession to pour it into his mask. "...maybe the author switched my account for a main RPC?"
"Hmmm. Yes, that must be it."
"Where do we go now? The city is repaired, the people are happy, the tank is clean- *gasp* The tank is clean! THE TANK IS CLEEEEEAAAANNNNNN!!!!!!!!!"