BZPRPG: Ga-Wahi

IC: Tawara (Briani's Hut)Tawara sat on the floor. Why did Briani have a hut in Ga-Koro if she already lived in another village? Tawara was annoyed, she realized. No one had any business owning extra homes when they had a large, nice one to begin with. There were probably all sorts of Matoran on the streets with no home. Like me, Tawara realized. She didn't have a home anymore.The Matoran voiced none of these opinions, however. She had talked enough during the previous few hours. Instead, she fetched Gyren's notebook out of her backpack and began pondering the mostly unreadable text.

IC: Tawara (Briani's Hut)"Perhaps Kane was killed by a trio of mutant Hikaki with psychic powers? Or by a mad fisherwoman who thought he was a Takea Shark?" offered Tawara.

ICOne of the great things here? The warm sun. Not like the scorching sun of Po-Wahi, nor the half-hidden buggy variation of Le-Wahi. Warm, soothing, relaxing... perfect.In fact, everything was perfect.As I yawned I stretched, feeling the sand shift under my body. I had been here for the last few months after coming out of seclusion, and quite possibly had been the best desicion of late. Being able to work on my game with other professionals, a bit of a climate shift, the change of scenery-Out of the corner of my eye I saw two Ga-Matoran prepare a small boat for fishing. The scenery was indeed remarkably beautiful around here. I closed my eyes and leaned back, focusing on soaking up the midday sun, a sigh escaping my lips. I could live here forever. I didn't want to leave.Who said I had to?

IC:Next to Joske sat an Onu-Matoran who was sitting far less languorously than the Kolhii player. Facing the ocean, he was cross-legged, bent over a pile of assorted junk: driftwood, bamboo, metal scraps, small tools. He fiddled with them aimlessly but actively, fitting together pieces in combination after combination. Once in a while, something in his face changed, and it was clear that an idea had sparked, at which point the little Onu-Matoran would surge ahead, a gleam in his eye, until some contraption - more often purposeless than not - had been loosely built. He had just finished one such device, a little tower that would scoop up spoonfuls of sand with a crank, carry them up to the top, and then let them out of a hanging sieve. The Onu-Matoran set the bizarre thing to one side and took a moment to look out at the flat horizon of the ocean. His face was etched with soft wonder."I've never stopped loving the view," he said to Joske. Joske gave an affirmative grunt, but did not open his eyes or budge. "I guess you don't need it much, anymore."

IC I chuckled dryly, leaning up on one shoulder. "No, I always enjoy a good view, no matter how long I've stayed in one place. Fortunately for us the view aaaallllays changes." A fisherwoman with her catch came strolling by, to which I gave a grin and wink. She simply smirked and looked away ignoring me, but the new bounce in her step was unmistakable. I turned my attention to the odd sand contraption before me, both in wonderment of its design out of sea junk and the slight disdain of his constant tinkering. "Wiremu, do you ever take a day off? I mean, does that brain of yours ever go on vacation? All work and no play makes Tahu a dull toa."

IC:"Tahu was a dull Toa," Wiremu smiled, "But for the opposite reason, I've heard." He began to deconstruct his little machine. "Unlike him, and you, I value real work." It was their running joke: Joske was a Kolhii champion and Wiremu, an engineer, constantly berated him for the 'laziness' of finding a profession in sports. As he unscrewed a part, Wiremu looked up, watching the fisherwoman continue on her way, her walk still exaggerated."I also don't think your incessant womanizing is all that... valuable," Wiremu went on. "Don't you want something real?" Wiremu did, though he didn't like to admit his loneliness.

IC: [Vaisaga]"I suppose you have a reason for letting me follow you around?"

IC: Rit"And I suppose you have a reason for following me around." I replied back.

IC: [Vaisaga]"You seem to be interesting person to be around."

IC: Rit"Interesting, that's a first." I remarked.

IC: [Vaisaga]"I see."

IC: RitI just nodded my head in response as we continued to walk.

IC: [Vaisaga]Vaisaga turned over to look over at the jungles as the duo continued to walk along."Now where would you be hiding," he whispered.

IC: RitI looked back over towards Vaisaga, "Hmm, did you say something?" I asked.

IC: [Vaisaga]"I'm ... searching for someone."

IC: RitWell this was an unexpected and interesting development, and wasn't this the kind of thing that happened in stories. You run into a strange stranger and end up on some sort of adventure. May as well give things a shot. "Someone you say? Mind if I ask who or if you need any assistance?"

IC: [Vaisaga]"It's a ... personal matter," he said, looking away. "Suffice to say, I really dislike talking about it ... but, any assistance you can provide will be greatly appreciated."

IC: Rit[/bSo he had his secrets, then again so did I. Still hard to look for someone when you don't even know who you're looking for. As always I kept this thoughts to myself as I spoke, my face still remaining impassive. "I see, then where do you propose we start?"

IC: [Vaisaga]"I do not know. All I really know is that the certain someone is here."

IC: Rit"You're definitely giving me a lot to work with." I replied dryly.

IC: [Vaisaga]"I apologise for the lack of information."

IC: Rit"No its quite alright, I suppose I can work with a challenge."

IC: [Vaisaga]"Thank you."

IC: Rit"You're welcome." I replied bluntly.

IC: [Vaisaga]"Well let us begin."

IC: Rit"Yes, let's get moving. Where do we start." I asked.

IC: [Vaisaga]"I do not know."

IC: Rit"Thanks for all the help." I replied, still no trace of my emotions in my voice.

IC: [Vaisaga]Vaisaga sighed. "It's just that I have no idea what to do other than chase around the island for traces of my target's presence."

IC: Rit"That's your plan, just randomly walk around and hope we bump into what we're looking for? You have no clues, nothing?"

IC: [Vaisaga]"I have a squiggly map."

IC: Rit"Is that a joke?" I asked, "Cause your humor nears improvement."

IC: [Vaisaga]Vaisaga pulled out a piece of paper with squiggly lines.

IC: RitI just shook my head, "This doesn't look like a map."

ICI laughed heartily, flopping myself back down on the sand, staring at the blue, cloudless sky. Ah yes, the running joke: I, the fun-loving sports and life-enjoying fanatic constantly trying to remind the ever-practical and generally unsocial builder to lighten up. It was a never-ending sparring match."Oh Wiremu, womanizing is simply my hobby; even after all these years you still refuse to acknowledge the sheer amount of hours of strenuous work and practice I do on a nearly daily basis to keep my game in top condition. It really takes a lot of work to be able to, shall we say, play the best out of anyone on the island. My hobby is a pleasant distraction as well as a way for me to kick back a bit. Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't have time for something real. Five games last week, two this week including an exhibition showing in Po-Koro AND a paid one-on-one session. Yeah, they're a nice divertion... though I gotta say, your contraptions have always fascinated me."I wasn't sure, but I thought I detected a slight twinge of loneliness in his voice.

IC: [Vaisaga]"It might be one."

IC: RitI just shook my head and sighed, "Sure it is. Come on we're not getting anywhere just standing around here." A short while later we were walking further around Ga-Wahi, when I heard a rather peculiar statement.

"Oh Wiremu, womanizing is simply my hobby."

IC: [Vaisaga]"What," thought Vaisaga.

IC: XerovAs I sit here, I can feel the sand against my hands. It's grainy, and... egh. I don't like it.But I sit here anyway. I sit here, sometimes, in the evening, watching the sun go down. Sunsets are so beautiful. I have such memories of them. Of the days spent on this very beach, so long ago...However, those days are gone. Memory serves no purpose anymore but pain. So I move along, I keep on living, because I have no other choice, because I know that now I have people for whom I must live.I look to my left, and see a group of people gathering further down the beach. I pick myself up, and walk towards them - hovering just far enough not to be considered a part of the group, and close enough to listen in. I don't bother sitting down. If they notice me, they notice me.I do that, sometimes. I don't like introducing myself. I have difficulty starting conversations on my own, because I know I'll do something wrong if I do. So, I see a person, and I stand back, and wait for them to notice me. I do the same thing when I'm in pain. I tell no-one about it, but I bottle it up inside me, and hope that someone notices it, while at the same time not wanting them to notice, wishing to continue my suffering simply because it reminds me that everyone else is so much better than I am. So I watch, and I listen, and I hope to be noticed while at the same time wishing that I am not. Because this is my life (if I can call it that).OOC: That group being Rit, Wiremu, Joske, and Vaisaga.

IC: Ga-Koro was just as boring as the last time she had visited it.Feongulf strode along the village of waters dock yards. Nothing of interest seemed to being happening, and even the general hustle and bustle seemed diminished since she had visited days before.I suppose a visit back "home" is the only thing to do, She though, holding up a couple widgets and bantering passage to the Kumu Islets. Stuff at least happened there.OOC: To the Kumu Islets.