BZPRPG: Ta-Wahi

OOC: YESS!!! I remember how to write Ishi... prepare... for hopeful epic-ness. :PIC: The Dog"Okay, okay, you win," Ishi said, his head shrugging slightly as he threw his hands in the air like a thief being frisked by the ta-koro guard. His coat billowed slightly as he did, and Jikal was able to immediately access the small equipment around the matoran's waist: side bags with what looked like thief gear, food supplies, and playing cards stuffed in without much care. However, the black slender parcel across Ishi's back left Jikal at a loss about its mysterious contents. Hands still in the air, Ishi pointed with an elevated finger at the glowing mark on Jikal's arm."Nice tat. care to explain what it does?"IC: Faerulo and Moriika"Come on gear bucket, let's go. We're almost there." Faerulo dragged his comrade up the steps to his home, through the bashed in door, and threw the bleeding matoran onto his couch. "Gotta' get you healed up.""Gah! Open the windows!""Bandage first! Stench later."The two bickered as Faerulo gathered his supplies and began to finish the job he'd started down in the ta-koro sewers, where the temperature made even the lava eels feel hot. cauterizing Moriika's stump of an arm was as easy as placing the bleeding wrist on the stone wall. Now, in Faerulo's trashed flat, the two matoran sat and attempted to reassemble some sense of order in their lives.

IC: JikalJikal allowed the glow to fade from his Mark and eyes. There wasn't much cruelty left to feed on anyway. "Care to explain why you want to know?"

IC: The Dog"Can't. Sorry. But I'd Love to," Ishi said with dripping sarcasm on the last few words. A beat. "Well I can obviously see you're not gonna' tell me out of your own conviction so I'll be going now."With an abrupt shift of his weight, the matoran burst forward through the wall, landing a beautiful foot on the toa's chest, rocketing up to the roof from the added steam, and disappeared over the lip of the roof. He'd been seen, he'd been caught, and Ishi was doomed.

OOC: I swear, Krayzikk post is soon, I had to manually search through the past of Ta-Koro to find something.IC: Jikal"Oh no you don't." Jikal muttered. He used his sensory net to lock on to Ishi, and pursue him. Jikal was getting some answers, and if Ishi was lucky, he might get his answers too.

IC: The DogThere is nothing, absolutely nothing, like a toa in hot pursuit to make you feel more invincible when you're a monstrous four feet tall.Ishi sprinted like karz over the city roofscape, dodging and weaving amidst the chimney tops of the city of flame. Once, Jikal's mighty arms swooped down as if to bag the scrambling rock, but Ishi dropped into a slide at the last second, sending him through an open sky-light directly onto the bed of a sleeping matoran."Sorry chap," Ishi said as he landed on the poor bloke's prone form, causing theTta-koroan to shriek as his dreams of Mr. Gukko dissolved before his eyes. Rushing out the door, Ishi sprinted down the landing, opening the second story window and looked. below was the teems of red-clad matoran. Behind he could here the sounds of a very angry toa. Without much thought, he jumped.leaping off the edge of the small baker's shop, flying with arms outstretched across the street, his nails digging into the soft wood of the roof of the opposite building as he cat landed onto the facade. All in a day's work, Ishi thought as he pumped his arms and dropped to the ground, rolling into the masses of red armored beings of his stature. With a strong pull, he'd lifted onto the builiding's roof and was off again, his breath a normal, deep, calm timer of his pace. Then Ishi slipped and fell down into a sea of faces. Recovering with a half-turned landing followed up with a barrel roll to a standing position, Ishi attempted to blend in with the crowd, hoping his blunder would work in his advance.OOC: I can't help but hear AC 2 music here...

IC: JikalJikal may not have been able to use his sensory net to track Ishi anymore, but he knew where he became hard to detect. Barreling into the area, Jikal began to search the crowd, keeping an eye out for him on the fringes of the crowd.Jikal was like a dog with a bone. He wasn't going to give up easily.

IC: The Dog"This Jikal is ridiculous," Ishi muttered as he spotted the gold toa from a distance, the green eyes glaring like a mighty dictator at each matoran in the crowd. With a successful smirk, Ishi slid under a vendor's cart and began to make his way to the outskirts of the market by crawling beneath the rows. His knees hurt and he was occasionally kicked by an unknowing shopper, but the route proved true as Ishi was spat out of the market into the open road.Wait. Open road.

IC: JikalJikal grinned. He could feel the electrical signature of a Matoran again. And it was right underneath a cart headed out of the market. Coincidence? Jikal didn't think so. Carefully, he began to follow the cart at a distance, pulling his cloak back on, and hunching over to hide his identity. The glow faded from his eyes and Mark.OOC: Sorry for the delay, had to locate a few quotes.IC: Krayzikk“The bodies of the deal are always heavier, because the spirits of the living cease to lighten their bodies with hope.” Krayzikk responded quietly. The titan stood near Riaril, his posture stiff, and cold. The titan had never seemed more cold, and alien to anyone in his life. His thoughts were turned inward, and filled with doubt and self-recrimination. His feelings toward drinks followed the same path as Riaril’s.If I hadn’t been drunk, maybe I could have done something. At the very least, maybe I could have slowed that Toa down. Maybe I could have bought everyone a few more, precious minutes to escape. Barring that, I could have looked harder, tried harder to make sure that people got out! I grabbed Laserbeak, I made sure Riaril was with me, and I left. I just left. Maybe she would still be alive......There, there, just calm down.What then, do you think, Riaril would do?He isn’t that bad, really.The titan had only met Nakumiir once. Even after learning she was hospitalized, and he was staying in the hospital, he never paid her a visit. He had alway told himself he would right after he accomplished what he was doing. Now he wouldn’t get the chance.And Riaril must feel infinitely worse. Krayzikk thought. Nakumiir was a colleague, and a friend to her.With all that had occurred, especially Nakumiir’s death, one thing that the Matoran had said to him stayed fixed in his mind. What then, do you think, Riaril would do?Krayzikk was so lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice that his eyes had moistened with tears.

OOC: I'm feeling more like Toatc with every post... five in one post so far.. :PIC: The DogIshi's head spun as he whirled in a quick spin. In the corner of his revolution he caught the sight of Jikal, the little bit of gold armor gleaming beneath a gap in the large, black cape the dead give-away."Gotta go!" He spun to leave but felt a solid hand firmly place on his shoulder."Or not..."IC: Riaril and TakimocRiaril stared at Krayzikk as his eyes blurred with tears. I'm not alone, am I? Riaril thought to herself as she watched the titan from her realm of abject suffering. Her mind had already run the event over a million times, her dreams had made sure of that, leaving Riaril with a larger sense of finality than the titan may have had. "I hate to intrude," Takimoc said as he approached the two again, "But I've just heard from a runner that Faerulo and Moriika are alive and doing well in the 'the flat', though one of Moriika's hands is missing." The ex-surgeon of flames handed the two victims steaming cups of hot tea from a small tray he had been carrying. "Look, I know what you might want to say about me," Takimoc started, looking at the collapsing doctor of evaporation, "but I had my reasons. Nothing I did was the cause of this.""I know, Takimoc. So just go away."He paused, but realized it was better for concede than continue to press Riaril. As a once fellow medic, he knew about her grand ability to blow during her worst moments, to release all the fear and pain she had stored up in one explosive burst on another being. As he turned to go, Takimoc grabbed a hold of Krayzikk's hand, too small to reach the titan's shoulder, and muttered:"Take care of her, and best of luck."With those parting words the newly appointed guard strode down the street to help with the diggers.IC: Faerulo and Moriika"Geez ya' old geezer! Just cause ya' lost a hand don't mean you can go and start demanding I feed you." "I'm in shock.""OH! SHOCK?! I'll put you in shock!""Hey, get that THING away from me Fae!""Just holdsti--""G'EROFF!"

IC: KrayzikkKrayzikk silently accepted the tea, and nodded at Takimoc's words. Silently, he took a sip of the tea. He was relived to hear that Moriika and Faerulo were alive, but he couldn't stop wondering if there was something he could have done.He realized he had been staring at his tea for almost a minute now. Without looking up, he quietly began to speak. "I just met her the once, you know. She tried to tell me it was your fault I was trapped in crystal restraints." A sad smile briefly crossed his face. "Tried to tell me it was so I didn't rush off."IC: JikalJikal smiled, and it was genuine. "You are a clever one, I'll give you that. But you and I are going to talk. As long as you don't try anything funny, it could even be pleasant. I'll get my answers, and if you are lucky, you will get yours."

IC: Kitsune & Raion, Ta-KoroKitsune moaned once more, not quite awake, but not quite asleep.Raion rushed over to her, and began to help her sit up, performing the normal procedure for unconsious people.OOC: Filler post. "FILLER! FILLER NIGHT! THERE AIN'T NO SECOND CHANCES AGAINST THE THING WITH NO PLOT VALUE, GIRL! IT'S FILLER NIGHT!"...Sorry, it had to be done.

IC: "She'll be fine. Why do you need to even protect her anyways, she cuts people in half with those fans." Gyren commented. He was busy studying the notes in his journal and occasionally flipped over several pages until he found an interesting diagram.

IC: Kitsune & Raion, Ta-KoroRaion glared at Gyren, refusing to answer."W-What?" Kitsune asked as she awoke.OOC: Possibly last post for tonight.

IC: "Don't move too much, you'll reopen the smaller wounds. You passed out a while back and we had to treat your injuries. Also, your bipolar friend went off somewhere." Gyren stated as he removed the lenses on his Akaku. He still had that sly half-smile as he closed up his notebook.

OOC: This may be unsuitable for some people.IC: Blood. Dreams of death floated through Trad's unconscious mind. These memories, repressed for so long, awakened by the amount of alcohol consumed, began flitting through Trad's mind at random.A knife. He wasn't sure it was whose, but it was dripping with blood. His friends' blood and it was in his hand.Three bodies. And he was standing over those bodies and his hands-He looKed at his hands and they were dripping with blood. He was holding a knife, dripping with fresh blood.He screamed and woke up, panting, sweating. Noticed where he was.

OOC: Eh, I think its fine,,, There have been worse written in these forums. *looks at TD's post in Le-Koro a while ago...*IC: DehkazHe glanced over to the Toa, who woke up screaming."Take it easy. You got hit pretty hard. And your head was almost sliced in half by a Skakdi," Dehkaz informed him.."Feel anything broken?"

IC: [stronin]Stronin groaned as he got up, his head clouded."This must be a hangover," he muttered. "What the heck happened?"

IC:" No, thank you." gasped Trad. "I must be going.",he added.

IC: Dehkaz"If you must," he said, standing up, "Watch yourself. Not everyone is willing to help a stranger."With that Dehkaz walked off towards the beach, where his partner was wating with their boat. The bounty hunter wasn't quite sure why he had helped the Toa, it wasn't normaly like him.

IC: Trad hurried back to his apartment and began meditating. Breathe in...breathe out...., relax, he thought. But the awakened memories refused to be buried away again, clamoring for attention that he had neglected to give them...It was high time he did. He might learn something new from them. About who really killed them. And why.His landlord, worried by the silence, knocked on Trad's door."All right?" he asked.

IC: Kitsune & Raion, Ta-KoroKitsune nodded, following Gryen's advice, and staying still. "Who are you?" She asked, genuinely puzzled at Gryen's appearance. OOC: Check my earlier post, this is what Kitsune looks like (Except bioniclized) : http://usagiyojimbo.com/other/bodyguards/images/kitsune1.jpg (No, not the buttons, the figure in the background. )

IC: Tawara, Ta-Koro"He's an undertaker," said Tawara before Gyren could answer. "That notebook he's got there? Full of drawings of dead bodies. From the way he looks at you, I think he wants to cut you up and study your organs," she added, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "Still," she shrugged, "he did help us heal you."

IC: Kitsune, Ta-KoroKitsune eyes widened when Tawara spoke, and she scooted back a few inches. OOC: No comment on Kitsune's pic?

OOC: Krayzikk and Riaril are going to go through a time skip to catch up with what's going on around ta-koro in general. Sorry bro, but being whiny all the time is NOT Riaril. :PIC: The DogIshi's tension lessened at the realization he might actually get some real information out of the tracking buffoon. The whole idea of running had led for this moment: truth given away out of curiousity. Over and over Xern had impounded the concept of tantalizing the prey into his dog's head, and now it was finally paying off. The exposure of his equipment, the leaking of not being able to talk about his employer, the using Jikal as a counter point to launch into a run on the roofs, the final exit into a supposed defeat -- all had been planned for this moment. Feigning defeat, the scheming mutt turned around to look at the cloaked toa."Alright," he said, brushing Jikal's hand off his shoulder and readjusting the black parcel on his back, "Let's go somewhere and talk. Perhaps an inn, or some other place with a large crowd?"IC: Riaril"That's Nakumiir for you," Riaril replied after Krayzikk paused to sip his tea. With barbaric violence, Riaril hurled her boiling beverage at the hospital ruins, watching with contempt as the pottery shattered like her life into a million fragments. She rose then, her head leveling off at the titan's chest and began to walk. She didn't really know where she was going, but her feet led her back to the Lavapool inn. Without much thought she ate a bland meal of left over pancakes and drifted back to her tiny room on the third floor, letting herself fall upon the bed with the enthusiasm of a door-knob. She lay there and let the tears slowly drench the pillow.IC: TakimocThe toa of flame swiped a cloth across the rim of his akaku, ringing the sweat out of the flaxen rag with both hands. "You'd think this Song group would have had more courtesy than to blow up the place they were saving," He growled, shoveling yet another scoop of ruined earth. With the disappearance of Virthee, and now the destruction of the ta-koro guard hospital, the medical prestige of the city had crumbled to nothing more than a few tons of mortar and brick. Sure, the Lavapool inn was serving as a temporary location, but how long could that last? With another shovel-full Takimoc cursed the Ice-lord. With the third he cursed the Song.

IC: KrayzikkKrayzikk had watched Riaril's outburst, and said nothing. He watched Riaril departure, standing as still as a statue. Moments after, he left himself, randomly wandering the Koro. He had no idea where he was going, or why, just that he had to go somewhere or he would go crazy.OOC: Feel free to interact with an introspective, sad titan.IC: JikalJikal smiled again. "We are going back to where I first found you. And then, we will talk."

IC-Corik:Corik Unskii, a rather sad looking figure, walked around in Ta-Koro. He had a large axe on his back, barely keeping it from hitting the heads of passers-by. He looked sadly at the remains of the hospital, thinking about what had happened. Jaron had been there, for a little while, though he eventually left in the direction of Le-Koro. Grantuur had decided to go run off with some random girl-toa...big surprise there. He sighed, thinking about what exactly he was supposed to do.As he walked, he didn't really watch where he was walking. That was why he bumped into a rather tall Toa, nearly titan-sized. He frowned, looking at the being. "Well, 'ello, stranger," he grunted. He pulled out his axe, leaning on it for lack of something else to lean on in the road. "Having a good time, I hope?" He sighed again, looking away. "I wouldn't be too surprised if you weren't, let me tell you that much," he muttered.OOC: That's Krayzikk...Krayzikk.

OOC: How could you find me? I'm not in the game. :PIC: KrayzikkKrayzikk barely felt the impact, but looked down at Corik. Like most, the Toa reached to about Krayzikk's chest. He stared at him a moment. "Instead of answering, let me ask a question. Could you give me a reason I would be having a good time?"

OOC: Wrong Krayzikk, Krayzikk....TOO MUCH KRAYZIKK.IC-Corik:Corik looked up at the Toa again, surprised by the question. He shrugged. "You're still alive, for one thing," he said, after a little while. "You've got friends who love you, probably helped a lot of people in your life..." He shrugged again, before motioning off at a small bar in the distance."Come with me, let's see if we can make our bad time any better." He snorted. "Or worse, knowing how drinking always turns out for me," he said.

IC: KrayzikkKrayzikk shook his head. "I'll come with you, but I won't drink." He was quiet a moment. "I was in the hospital during the attack. I was too hung-over to help."

IC-Corik:"Screw the headache, embrace the backache, as I always say," Corik said, walking up to the bar. "That's the way I view drunkenness and hangovers." He then frowned, turning back towards the taller being."By the way," he began, "My name is Corik. Corik Unksii." He held out his hand. "What's yours?"

IC: KrayzikkKrayzikk shook Corik's hand. His hand was far larger. "Krayzikk Champion of RPGs Altair."

IC-Corik:"Good to meet you, Krayzikk," Corik said, ushering the larger being through the bar's doors. When he got in, he ordered water for the larger being, and a cup of mulled cider for him."So, Krayzikk," Corik began wearily, "How long have you been in Ta-Koro?" He sipped at his cider.

IC: Krayzikk"I've been in Ta-Koro on and off for years." Krayzikk replied. "I spent about a year away, before coming back." He stared at his water. "I hung around the hospital a lot."

IC-Corik:"Oh really?" Corik said, grinning slightly. "Were you there because you were always being put in there, or because you were always putting people in there?" He sipped at his cider again.

IC: KrayzikkDespite himself, Krayzikk smiled slightly. "Neither, though both were accurate at one point or another. I had, ah, friends among the staff."

IC: DehkazThe Toa decided to head back to the bar, as he hadn't been able to get anything to drink. The gunmetal Toa strode in, the two Skakdi he had knocked out earier were still drooling over the floor. The bounty hunter sighed, and magnetically pushed them to the side of the bar.Dehkaz sat down next to a large titan like Toa, and ordered his drink. He overheard the titan talking to another person about the hospital, which Dehkaz had saw on his walk here."Excuse me for interupting," he said to them, "But I was wonder why the hospital here is destroyed."

IC: KrayzikkKrayzikk looked down at Dehkaz. "It became the Love Shack was attacked by an insane Toa of Ice. In order to stop him, several Toa of Gravity brought down the hospital."

IC-Corik:"So did I, at one point," Corik said, looking up from his mug. "However, they probably weren't friends in the sense you just mentioned." He grinned again, then sighed, leaning back in his chair."Ah, well," he said. "If my brothers were still here, I'd at least have something to do." He then turned to the being who'd sat down with them."Crazy Toa of Ice came around," he said bitterly. "Apparently, the only way they knew to stop 'im was by bringing down the entire hospital on top of him." He grunted, going back to his cider.

IC: KrayzikkKrayzikk grunted. "I was there. That Toa of Ice was something else. He took down beings, beings who were considered great warriors, with ease. The casualties would have been worse if they hadn't brought down the hospital."

IC: DehkazThe bounty hunter nodded, and went back to his drink.