BZPRPG: Ko-Wahi

IC:

"There's a hole, for sure. Third room on the right when y'come up the stairs." The De-Toa called, as he carefully strode across the second story hallway, listening carefully to the floor under his feet. The damage sustained, and years of use, had given the floor some telltale sounds when walked upon. If he could learn them, he could tell when someone was coming.

"Think I should go meet up with the rest? Should be here soon."

IC: Veteran - Obsidian Outpost.

"The cable car station," he gestured across the courtyard to where the cable car itself was nestled. "You're not comin' here from Ko-Koro, I hope..." 

IC (Ko-Koro gate guards)

"Libero."

When Rynekk gave his alias, the boredom and frustration disappeared from the Lesterin's eyes for just a fraction of a second, but they were back again too quickly for it to be seen what they had been replaced by.

"All right," he said, gesturing to the ledger-bearing Toa to note down the names before stepping aside to permit the 'mercenaries' entry. "In you go."

IC: Muatara

^{Location: The Drifts}

Muatara was stiff and out of shape after being stuck on the iceberg for so long, and so was Rawar. Muatara had lost large portions of his muscle mass, his body fat was all but gone, and his bone joints were aching like Krazaha. And to top it all off, he and his bear companion were now stuck on some remote, foreign landmass, with possibly no way of getting home. 

Muatara sighed. At least his armor protected him from the cold, and Rawar's fur had grown so much that it would probably be impossible for him to feel anything but warm. With no where to go but into the raging snow storm in front of them, the two decided to head onwards into The Drifts.

Kale Ironshaper "Sen"- Ko-koro- Aggressor Base

IC: "Sounds good, I should have all the holes fixed up by the time you get back." Kale said as he made his way up the stairs.

IC: Veteran - Obsidian Outpost.

 

"The cable car station," he gestured across the courtyard to where the cable car itself was nestled. "You're not comin' here from Ko-Koro, I hope..." 

IC:

"And what would you do if I was?" I query innocently.

IC (Ko-Koro gate guards)

 

When Rynekk gave his alias, the boredom and frustration disappeared from the Lesterin's eyes for just a fraction of a second, but they were back again too quickly for it to be seen what they had been replaced by.

 

"All right," he said, gesturing to the ledger-bearing Toa to note down the names before stepping aside to permit the 'mercenaries' entry. "In you go."

IC:

Rynekk bowed his head once again, saying, "Thank you kindly."

With that, he drifted through the ranks of guards and into the city of ice and shadow.

-Void

IC: 'Kinerya' 

I gave the Lesterin a smile and then a quick salute as I followed 'Libero' inside. As soon as we were out of hearing distance of the guards I visibly sighed. "You have no idea how much I wanted to punch that guy in the face. Ugh."

IC:

"I thought you two rather hit it off," Rynekk said, smirking beneath his hood. "Will I be invited to the wedding?"

-Void

IC: 'Kinerya' 

I gave Rynekk a 'mostly' playful punch on the shoulder. "Yeah you can be the flower girl. How does that sound?"

IC:

"I'm glad someone's noticed my feminine charm."

-Void

IC:

"A'right. If I'm not back in half n' hour, come looking." The De-Toa responded, slipping out of the front entrance and headed back towards the gate. Hopefully their compatriots had made it through safely. Things were going to be much more complicated if they hadn't.

IC: 'Kinerya' 

"Well, I guess we should look for our friends." It was better if we used our names as little as possible, even if they weren't our real names. Maybe I was being paranoid, but as I looked around the inside of Ko-koro, I decided that you really couldn't be too careful. 

The I spotted Krayn heading are way. "There he is." I began to walk over to him. I gave him a smile as I did, I still had to act like I was comfortable being in a villianville. "Hey man, you find us a place to uh...chill?" 

IC:

It was puns like this that made Rynekk question his decision to give up murder.

-Void

IC:

 

"And what would you do if I was?" I query innocently.

IC: Veteran - Obsidian Outpost.

"That would entirely depend on why ya'd left Ko-Koro," he explained, "Whether you're a spy, or refugee." 

IC: Muatara

^{Location: Mt. Ihu Mountainside}

Thankfully, tiokaha tend to have an excellent sense of direction, molded and developed through their lives in the homeland, where distances are vast, and landmarks are scarce. So it didn't take Muatara and Rawar long to get through the blinding snow storms of The Drift and to higher ground, aka the mountainside of Mt. Ihu. And from there they kept walking and walking... and walking. And there, in the distance, Muatara caught a glimpse of a forest area, one large and snowy enough to remind him of home. If anywhere, this was where he wanted to go. And so the two compatriots kept going.

Eventually, the two noticed a small village in the mountain side, sitting a decent walk away from the forest area. And there were some beings there within. Muatara and Rawar approached the village, noticing that the beings were definitely not of a species he recognized. He solemnly hoped they wouldn't be hostile towards him and his bear.

OOC: Muatara and Rawar approaching Tu-Koro, looking quite a bit under the weather.

IC: Iniega

"Wow."

IC: Muatara

^{Location: Tu-Koro}

As Muatara drew closer to the abandoned village, he noticed that all four beings were wearing some kinds of masks. Interesting... 

When Muatara was close enough that he thought for sure the four would notice him, he stopped and waved at them, as a gesture of non-hostility. Muatara had no idea if these four would even speak the same language as him.

OOC: Muatara currently waving at the people in Tu-Koro.

IC: Veteran - Obsidian Outpost.

 

"That would entirely depend on why ya'd left Ko-Koro," he explained, "Whether you're a spy, or refugee." 

IC:

"And why would a spy come here, of all places?" I ask, gesturing expansively to our surroundings. "A little cable car station such as this?"

-Void

IC: Veteran - Obsidian Outpost.

"Ta use the cable care to cross the Break into Ta-Wahi, I'd imagine." 

IC:

"Yeah. This way." The 'mercenary' responded, nodding at his allies, and leading the way back towards the abandoned inn.

IC:

Rynekk followed silently.

IC:

"And were that spy to offer you money in return for your services?"

-Void

IC: Veteran - Obsidian Outpost.

"This is a cable car, not a charity," he grumbled, "Spy or no spy you'd still 'ave to pay to cross." 

IC:

"You know, I've been on this island for a very long time," I say, taking a step towards him. "And I don't recall there having ever been a toll for this particular mode of transportation."

-Void

IC: Veteran - Obsidian Outpost.

"That's probably because, before now, Ko-Koro weren't bein' run by a bunch of crazies, and the owners of this place didn't have to station a bunch of mercs up here ta freeze our butts off guarding the bloody thing." 

IC:

"And who is your employer, Mr. Mercenary?"

-Void

IC: Veteran - Obsidian Outpost. 

"My employer is the scary lookin' Su-Skakdi inside," he jabbed a thumb towards the main building, "You wanna know more than that, you're gonna 'ave to go talk to her." 

IC:

"So guarded!" I exclaim with a grin. "Are you sure this isn't moooooooooore than simply a cable car station?"

-Void

IC: Veteran - Obsidian Outpost.

"Pretty karzin' sure," he rolled his eye.

IC:

"Well, you're no fun," I say, feigning petulance. "But perhaps I will talk to your employer. Would you bring her to me?"

-Void

IC: Veteran - Obsidian Outpost.

"Sure," he grumbled something about not getting paid enough, and headed over to the door, "Oi, Zero! Someone out here wants ta talk with ya!" 

IC 

The dark man, alone safe inside the darkened hut, removed his hood and breathed deep. Closed his eyes. 

Now we wait.

Oreius Maru opened his eyes and watched his breath cloud the cold air.

IC: 'Kinerya' 

I followed silently as well, while I still had the laid back, more casual demeanor I had displayed at the gate, I toned it down to a minimum. Last thing I wanted was to draw attention to ourselves. 

IC: Xhalia - Obsidian Outpost

Said "spy" would've also just made a rather foolish error in judgement by implying the possibility that they were one, considering they're standing within spitting distance of a bounty hunter looking to take advantage of the region's current situation in order to make herself a few widgets.

Keeping her thoughts to herself, the Vortixx said nothing as she pretended not to overhear the conversation happening around her, focusing her attention instead on the exterior layout of the outpost.

IC:

The Su-Skakdi turned her head in response to Veteran's call. She was currently slapping Detrix in the face repeatedly in hopes to revive him from his drunken stupor. She gave up and dropped his limp form to the floor, beginning to walk away. He muttered something indecipherable as she did so.

The sun was blinding as she stepped outside once again. Veteran was standing a ways away with a pair of visitors. The first was a vortixx with varying armor colors, and the other a female Toa who wore red and black armor. Her icy blue eyes gleamed challengingly, with an air of dominance that Zero immediately disliked.

Despite this negative first impression, Zero approached them with her head held high.

"How may I be of service?" she inquired.

IC:Arankhe

Arankhe followed behind her companions. Arankhe's eyes slowly went from left to right as she walked, scanning her surroundings from under her shadowy visor. She didn't like being here and didn't want to, but she wasn't about to give them away, and so did her best to keep her cool.

...

She would have to punch herself later for that.

IC:Erda

People had seemingly forgotten she was standing right there when a bunch of new travelers arrived at the cable car station, and she was having a fun time listening. However, she wasn't exactly built for the cold, and wrapped her cloak around her as she started to shiver as a cold(er) gust of wind went by, a "brrrrrrrrr" escaping from between her lips.

Whoops.

That might make her noticed again.

IC Zealot

The Philosopher Toa of ice, in fact, had not forgotten about Erda [(who was not forgotten, but simply had not posted)], and still had his eyes (and sword) trained on her.

"Brrrr" she complained

"Cold is the way of the wicked" he jabbed

"Dark is the path they walk"

OOC:I did actually, you just missed it.

IC:Erda

Oh, he was still here. She regarded him with significantly reduced interest than before.

"It's also the way of those who've been standing in the snow for too long."

IC Sentinel:

"If cold is the path of the wicked, then we are a great evil, indeed, brother."

Kotak spoke up stepping up behind Zealot.

IC: Detrix

The drunken de-toa felt little pains all over his face. It felt like someone was slapping him. He opened his eyes in a drowsy fashion. He saw a female skakdi standing before him, slapping him repeatedly in the face. "Zero, is that really you?" Detrix asked the blurry attacker.

IC:

The walk, thankfully, wasn't very long. A side road took them off of Ko-Koro's central passage a few minutes after leaving the gate, and it was only a few minutes more before their new base of operations came into view. It still looked rundown and abandoned, but glimpses of metal here and there belied the repairs that had been ongoing. Probably not even noticeable, unless someone took a closer look. Krayn would have to look into disguising the patches somehow. There was nothing suspicious about a group of mercenaries preparing a base, but it would be easier to go unnoticed if no one saw it as a base at all.

"We're back." He said, voice raised so Kale could hear him. Catching the other Toa off guard was the last thing he wanted, especially in a place like this. He scaled the front steps and slipped inside, holding the door until everyone was had joined him in the inn.

"No one's going to hear us, here. The room directly across from the stairs," He gestured up the staircase. "Is our base of operations. There's a fireplace in there, but no wood. I'm going to break down a few of the extra beds to use as wood. Anyone who wants to give me a hand is welcome."