IC: Vulimai (Kini-Nui, Bunker)
Vulimai's face dropped into a disgusted sneer, any sort of military professionalism she still had left having been all but sapped away. This was going nowhere. What was supposed to be a discussion over a potential threat to the Matoran, if not every being upon this island, has just turned into the same circular debate of who's fault is it. It was infuriating talking to Ostrox, with him not wasting a single breath without him delivering a backhanded statement at every turn. Vulimai could've just walked away right then and there, leaving Ostrox to shimmer with his hatred...But she refused to let Ostrox beat her, she refused to let herself prove Ostrox's bigoted point, she refused to let this end without some form of consensus between the two from being made.
Looking up towards Ostrox, meeting his hate filled gaze with her own defiant one, Vulimai spoke out, her face rigid and determined, her words tempered yet sharp, "Ostrox, I'm curious...What leaders are you talking about? Because if you're talking about the old Turaga, then you don't need to tell me twice not to trust them, I lost faith in them a while ago alongside Mata-Nui. The only one in charge here in Kini-Koro, is only myself, because no one else is willing to take up the job and the responsibilities that comes with it."
"And I don't know where you got the idea of me trying to put this 'under the rug' but I can most certainly assure you that's not the case. I'm not like Dume, where I kept my charges in the dark, leaving them to live a life of ignorance to the threats that were banging upon our walls! Nor am I Sans, who was ever so willing to throw them to the Kavinikas to settle his own grudges!"
Vulimai's voice began to rise in volume and intensity, the anger and frustrations that had been building up within her for so long now, finally being able to rise up to the surface. Taking a step towards Ostrox, and another if the Mantaxian dared to step away, Vulimai waved an accusatory gesture towards him. "You say that the Matoran are still responsible for the crimes against your people, even though they didn't hold the whip? Tell me, do you even know just how ignorant and oblivious they were? Because I do...You place all your blame and hatred upon them, when in reality, the ones you should be hating, are already dead; Dume, Sans, the Order, all of them are dead now, alongside the old world!"
"I'm not asking for your forgiveness, nor do I want it. All I'm asking, is that you stop repeating the mistakes of our leaders, and continuing to act like there is still a war between the two of us when there isn't one. I'm more than willing to help you deal with this threat, for as you said, it pertains to more than just the Matoran, it pertains to everyone. But, them, the Matoran, they may be my charges, but I still see them as ignorant and stupid, barely holding onto a hope that there will be a future. And I don't intend on shattering that hope any time soon. Tell me what you need and who you need and I'll see what I can do...Just...Leave them out of it...For now."
With her final words spoken, the anger having melted away into a simply honest plea, Vulimai took a step back and a deep breath. Her expression and stance were weary now, the flood of emotions and adrenaline sapping her strength to carry on in this debate. But the optics that met Ostrox' own were still filled with that same determined edge that burned brightly, and seared their way through the Mantaxian's own.
OOC: @Toru Nui
IC: Drukarus (Fort Nektann)
"Yes, in comparison to my home...And as for Stannis...No, I had never met the Toa before our meeting here, nor am I upset that I have only just made his acquaintance…But, you would be hard-pressed to find anyone from my world that had not heard of the Toa of the Maru, or one of the many titles he goes by."