BZPRPG: Ga-Wahi

IC: Lasinia"So Mimi, got any sevens?"

IC: Mimira - Infernavika, Ga-Wahi -Mimira made a pouting-like face, and handed Lasinia the card she had just picked up, a seven. "Ah man..." IC: Emotia - Casa Juturna, Ga-Wahi -Emotia took a moment to aborb everything Labelle was saying, it was a lot. "Yes to the first few questions. My wedding dress is upstairs, come on, I'll show it too you." She got up off the couch, gesturing Labelle to follow, and purposely choosing to forget the other questions, she hoped Labelle's desire to see the dress would at the very least delay the need to answer them.

IC: LasiniaLasinia smiled. "Do you like this game Mimi?"

IC: Mimira - Infernavika, Ga-Wahi -Mimira gave a quick nod. "Uh-huh! Especially when I win!"

IC: LasiniaA small laugh exited the Toa of Lightning's mouth. "Alright then, let's see who can win this round. Any twos?"

IC: Mimira - Infernavika, Ga-Wahi -"Nope! Go Ruki!" Mimira said with a grin.

IC: Lasinia"Okay, your turn now."

IC: ReaverShe didn't dare look away from the Timestamp, didn't dare miss a second. Suddenly, though she'd known it all along, the truth finally hit her. Hard.I don't want to die.She cautiously took a Talon, and applied it to the edge of the Mark of Agony. Maybe removal was the only option.As soon as the blade broke the skin, she doubled over in pain, and her eyes flared a bright blue. Her fingers dug into the floorboards, tearing massive chunks out of the wood. She reared back and screamed, her cries piercing through the silent night. Her Timestamp raced upwards, finally settling at fifteen days. She collapsed to the ground, lying still for around a minute. Reaver gradually dragged herself to her feet, her eyes bright white, her Mark seeming to creep outwards like vines.'Everything's fine!' The Mark called out to Emotia, a smirk spread wide across her face.

IC, Cylund:(The Dead Ringer, Ga-Koro)"Seems a pretty legit scheme," Cylund laughed, "but there's one thing that I don't understand. How are you sure she's not gonna run out of time?"

IC: RiarilBreathe escaped through her mouth; a convict flying from its cell.  A shroud wrapped itself around her, a warm temperature pressing inwards.  Claustrophobia rushing her to primal nature, she clawed outwards, soil squishing between her nails.   Riaril gasped, her mud coated forearm breaking through the soft earth to scrape the moonless night.  A fog floated from her grave as she felt her lungs contract, and Riaril glanced around to gather her bearings.  Everything seemed altered, as if the left side was obstructed by some errant matter.  Riaril raised a hand to clear away the dirt impairing her vision but found only a pustering mass of scarred flesh. In horror she retracted her appendage, one eye gazing at the tips of her soft fingers in the grey-light.   Cliche phrases sprung to the forefront of her mind, a strong thrill rushing up her spine at a single thought: I am alive  still entrenched from the chest down, Riaril began shoving earth aside, using her legs like compactors in reverse as her hands pulled soil away from the top.  Sweat gathered under her arms, trickled down her back, blurred her twisted vision, and still she worked until her body was free from the clutches of Karzhani.  Dawn was breaking as Riaril finally attempted to stand, one hand resting on a stone for balance. Lucky I wasn't given a traditional funeral, Riaril mused, relieved at her fortune. This must have been Krayzikk's doing...  Krayzikk. Riaril's thoughts flew to her avenger, memories blending into a wild fantasy of emotions.  He was with her through and through.  She could feel his hands, palms large as her head, wooing her to bed in the hospital, the warm beating of his gentle heart as they slept inebriated in a rocker.  Her throat choked, causing her to cough as tears began to pool on he lip of her kanohi. A mask of healing.  Right.  I am a doctor. . Images flew past of her colleagues: Nakumiir, who would always deep down harbor jealousy against Riaril for being the leader even as she bandaged the wounded, Faerulo that matoran of stench and herbs, Moriika with his gruff shell to hide the secret beneath, and yes, Riaril reminisced dryly, even Takimoc, the toa of fire curled up under her desk, slippers on and her coffee cup in his hands as a joke. Her head hung in shame. I failed all of them.  Foreboding encroaching with the breaking dawn, Riaril dragged herself towards the falls, her healthy ears guiding where vision failed.  The graveyard was a distance from the koro and solitude was Riaril's wish.  Pity hung like the rope on the noose of self-loathing dangling her at the gallows of fear.  She was utterly alone.  The clouds broke only to reveal rain, the downpour drenching the wahi in a summer torrent.  Wind thrashed the viny boughs around, their groans and creaks causing Riaril to believe she was hearing a foreign language.  Ahead was the falls, the rocky jettison of land she clambered over crossing itself though the spray of a waterfall.  As she moved forward Riaril concentrated on the rhythm of the water, how it dashed into the rocks below, how it rushed from the river above.  She rose shakily onto her feet and spread her hands apart as if to salute the morning sun.  Then she slipped.  Drip...  Drip...  She was in some underwater cavern, a hallowed  hideaway tunneled into the falls.  Water glittered across the walls, dripping off the angled  tips of stalactites, a steady liquid metronome counting out her heartbeats. Small phosphorescent insects glittered in the dark maw of the grotto, and strange lichens illuminated a beveled path into the earth.  Riaril pushed herself into a sitting position and almost screamed in shock. "Wh-who are you?!" Riaril spoke, her voice reflecting off the walls, amplifying the utter terror tenfold.  She could barely make the figure out, it's position being further back into the space where light didn't reach, save for the single flicker of a solitary flame illuminating the hunchback. The cloaked figure rasped as  it turned, like some rusty automaton finally pulled from an ancient storehouse of treasures.  Riaril had found her Pandora's box.  The headache she felt from the fall grew to a concussive bombshell as the figure slowly put aside its work -- a quill carved from bone clattered gently onto a mushroom grown in the shape of a writing desk beside a hefty tome, it's cover remaining open to the page of work -- and slid off its pedestal.  It walked with a prominent limp, the left leg dragging behind as the runt of the pair.  Riaril attempted to crawl back, a hand splashing into the frigid saltwater behind.  She was trapped.  In the moment Riaril glanced down to the water and back the figure had already reached her, legs spread on either side of Riaril's body.   So fast! With a dull crunch of mossy beach, it fell to its knees, cloak covering Riaril's legs.  She smelled decay.  Coughing, Riaril turned her head but a ragged nail pulled it back in alignment for the succulent robbery of Riaril's warm lips, a hand pressed gently against her chest but firm enough to prove escape impossible.  A moment of reflection.  The figure withdrew, and with newfound space Riaril's eyes adjusted to the face beneath the hood. "I think you already know who I am, Doctor."

IC:Agni could practically feel the sarcamsm washing over him from behind. The Toa of fire wasn't exactly sure why Joske thought he was an old Muaka stuck in its way, but then again, the Agni Joske remembered had been a frustrated Toa warrant officer patroling Ta-Koro without any prospect of ever getting out of that place to change something that mattered. Until Valria had appeared and changed almost everything. Which the younger Toa of fire couldn't know about, naturally. But Agni knew he would clear out his 'students' (There's something he never expected he would have.) misconceptions about himself soon enough. He chuckled."Nothing as exciting as that, I'm afraid. I need to find some good friends of mine, let them know the new situation..." the Toa of fire paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts. To Joske it seemed as if a shadow crossed the veterans face, before he spoke again: "...And to say goodbye to some of them." He took a deep breath, and the moment passed, his eyes suddenly brighter. "Alright, rookie, throwing flames." Agni said. "There's still a little distance to cover; might as well show you something along the way. Throwing flames and fireballs are some of the basics. You've seen it yourself. One elemental discharge and you've got a big red ball of flame cutting a trail through the jungle. Control is key. You need to regulate how much energy you want to put into what you do."As if to illustrate, he held out his hand and a fist-sized ball of flame errupted from Agni's palm. Then, he closed his hand, extinguishing it. When he opened the hand again, 5 small flames were dancing around his fingertips. In the end, he snapped his fingers once, and a single candle-light sized flame hovered over his index-finger."Think of that giant fireball down by the beach. Remember how much energy you felt. And now try to just take a tiny bit of that, the smallest amount, needed to throw a spark or light a match and use it to make a small flame and channel that through your hand." The Toa of fire could see the disappointment in Joske's eyes. He wanted all the knowledge and he wanted it yesterday, if he could have his way. Agni chuckled once more. "Just try it."With a sigh, the young Toa of fire did as he was asked. He concentrated on a candle-light, snapped his fingers and...the next instant, an explosive flame, twice the size of his hand errupted in mid air. Agni had to hold back a laugh. "Gesundheit." he said, with a grin. "And there's your flamethrower."Not a minute later, the three Toa crossed another walkway and arrived at a somewhat larger hut, where Agni found Valria talking to the Matoran working there. "Hey Val. I brought some new friends." he greeted her. OOC: The mask, could we have Mef's funeral within like...the next post from you? Prettyplease? =)

IC: DehkazWith a nod to Kale, the Toa of Magnetism gave the wheel and turn, directing them away from docks. The Fowadi was far from manuverable, but with the right wind conditions and a whole lot of help from Dehkaz's own elemental power, the massive ship could get going quite fast.The problem, sometimes, was stopping it in emergencies, but with a Toa of Iron and Magnetism, it wouldn't be that hard to do so using its armor.

IC: [Naona]"I just realised that we forgot Hari," said Naona. "Wait here, I'm off to get her and drag her away from Krayn."With that, she sped off.

IC: DehkazWith a sigh, the Toa of Magnetism stopped the ship, and tried not to think about angry Po-Koro Guards.Being trapped in a ship was no fun if you couldn't swim.

IC: [Naona]Meanwhile, Naona was already back on the beach, her 'Big Sister/Mentor/Boss/Protective Authority Figure' Sense turned on in order to find her wayward subordinate. Being busy doing such a thing, she had no idea that Dehkaz had decided to stick the Po-Koro Guard in a crowded ship, but if she did, she would be shouting at him loudly and berating him on such actions.But for now, she was looking for Hari."Where do I find her ... maybe the Commander knows."

IC: Dorian (The Dead Ringer, Ga-Koro)"She's got the Mark of Lust," I said, pouring myself another neat bourbon and wondering when my tolerance for this stuff got so freaking high. "See what I'm saying here?"-Teezy

IC: [Naona]Naona knocked on the doors of the Casa Juturna."Commander, are you in there?"

IC: Tillian (Casa Juturna, Ga-Wahi)A Rahkshi staff was thrust through the door, missing Naona's face by inches."Aw, ****...sorry, Naona. I thought you were Dorian again."-Teezy

IC, Cylund:(The Dead Ringer, Ga-Koro)"I follow. I think. Let me get this straight. Nikarra's Mark of Lust lets her absorb all the sheer energy that spawns with every night in your bed, and then you take that energy from her, thus rendering you pretty much immortal. Am I right?"

IC: [Naona]"I see," she replied, moving to the side slightly in order to distance herself from the staff. "Well I require your assistance. I need you to help me find Hari, then I want you to hold down Krayn while I berate him."

IC: Dorian (The Dead Ringer, Ga-Koro)I made a little "mmhmm" sound and poured Cylund another shot, grinning as I took out my journal and began scribbling something about the Timestamps in it. I put it away after a second and twirled the quill around my fingers for a second before throwing it; it missed Cylund's cheek by a centimeter and flew towards one of the dartboards, gradually hardening to an almost metal-like consistency as it hit the center and stuck there, wobbling and flaying like a dying ship in a hurricane."Took me decades to master that trick," I said, moving towards the dartboard with Mark-enhanced speed - people were always angry in bars, otherwise, they wouldn't be drinking - and plucking the feather away. "Took this off a Valkyr a couple days back. Been wanting to do that ever since."IC: Tillian (Casa Juturna, Ga-Wahi)"Can you hold Krayn down and I talk to Hari? Krayn's...big."-Teezy

IC: [Naona]"No. Now come help me find the two. I'm heading back to Po-Koro to make sure nothing has gone wrong while the entire Guard came here."

IC, Cylund:(The Dead Ringer, Ga-Koro)"You are completely batkarz crazy," Cylund deduced with the nonchalance of a professional psychiatrist. And grinned, taking the next shot."Just the kind of dude I like to hang around. By the way, that's a neat trick you've there with the feather. Them Valkyr... freaking hate those guys."

OOC: Hubert, Snelly, the Infernavika is now in the Kumu Islets.IC: Rynekk Simul - FowadiRynekk, glancing around at everyone onboard the ship, was suddenly struck by how surrounded by people he was. In the whole, wide world, he was most literally crowded with more people than he could ever count. And yet, he was still abysmally alone.Mata Nui... Why am I such a moron? Why...Leaning against the railing of the ship, the Toa looked down at his armour, splotchy and rusted, resembling the colour scheme of an Infected Kanohi. That would have been fine with him... had the colour not been the entire idea.Karzin' Makuta...There it was. The constant reminder of his failure as a Toa. A collection of objects, which would forever remind him of the people that had been slain by him, and the lives ruined by his blind devotion to an evil god.Wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead, Rynekk gritted his teeth against the onslaught of memories. He couldn't allow those things to control him. He had to conquer them, if he ever wanted to find his sister again.With that thought motivating him, the Toa shifted, tossing himself off of the ship, and back onto the docks, rolling to distribute the force of the landing, before activating his Kakama and blasting off into the distance.Within moments, he was standing behind Naona and Tillian, giving both of them a friendly wave, "Hello! Still looking for Hari?"-Void

IC: [Naona]"Hello Rynekk. Yes, I am."

IC: Rynekk Simul - Casa Juturna"Well then, I'd like to help! What can I do?"-Void

IC: Dorian (The Dead Ringer, Ga-Koro)"So, tell me, Cylund," I said, sitting down next to him and leaning my head on his shoulder in boredom. "What are you looking for in life? From here, I mean?"-Teezy

IC: [Naona]"The Commander does not wish to hold Krayn down while I berate him. You're doing it."

IC, Cylund:(The Dead Ringer, Ga-Koro)Cylund wouldn't usually be completely comfortable with a man putting his head on his shoulder, but now, he was just slightly too drunk to care. He sighed, his grin devoured by his giddiness. Right now, he was too serious for it to be natural."Good question... never quite been able to answer it. Always wanted to be the head of a mercenary company, rich, powerful, and the type who might slit your grandma's throat if you don't pay him. Then I could go back to my girl. And ride off with her, surrounded by a gang of professional murderers of my own, and my family and their friends could think I turned rogue and kidnapped her, and her honor wouldn't matter since it'd be mine that's getting stained... ugh. Pour me another."He, in his drunkenness, was past understanding that he'd gone into areas he'd keep quiet about if he was sober. He was also past understanding that Dorian had no understanding of these areas. He just seemed to want to talk, and not really mind if he was being understood.

IC[Ga-Koro; mid-morning]FWOMPI waved my hands and jerked about, attempting to put the flames on my body, looking like a poor soul being attacked by a swarm of insects. That went off better in my head, I thought to myself. All Agni did was silently laugh."Gesundheit." he said, with a grin. "And there's your flamethrower."Gee, thanks. I thought, glaring at him, but he had already moved on. I patted down my arm, putting out the rest of the embers. This was going to be a LOT harder than I thought. Still, flamethrower: check. Candle... not so check.I wanted to talk to Agni more about this, but it seemed as though it would have to wait. He started talking to a being called Val, and coupled with what he had said moments earlier it seemed as though he had some personal business to take care of first before dealing with me. Patience was not my strong suit but I could respect a man who got his personal affairs in order before moving on. Wiping the black off my hand I stood back and relaxed, giving Agni his space.I suppose now would be better than ever to start practicing the art of waiting.Blarg.

Kale Ironshaper- Go-koro- FowardiIC: While he waited for the ship to get moving again, Kale started fiddling with a little piece of metal that he had conjured up. It floated in front of him, twisting and turning as it moved from shape to shape with liquid fluidity.

IC: Rynekk Simul - Casa Juturna"Um, sure, I guess," Rynekk began, shrugging, "Krayn's the big guy who was with Hari, right?"-Void

IC: SalamanderSalamander looked out at the ocean, a strange sense of reluctance holding his feet firmly in place. As much as he disliked and feared water, he couldn't deny that his time spent in Ga-Koro had been nice.Before he could change his mind, Salamander took flight. He soared into the air, circling around a few times before eventually deciding on a course that would take him to Le-Wahi.Heh... I guess I'll miss this place after all...OOC: Salamander to Le-Wahi.

IC:Iris!MihaIris!Miha put her hands in the air. "Calm down Zealokan!" You know, I just noticed, the 'Zeal' part of his name really fits him. You're not helping Miha... "Look, the thing on my arm is a Mark. It is basically a super-powered tattoo. If you had paid attention back in Le-Koro, after the Rahkshi Fight, or even in Onu-Koro when we decided to split up, you would've known this. My eyes change color when it is activated. It gets activated when anyone showing determination is nearby." She pointed at Zealokan. "And you seem to forget where we are. We're in a hospital. Where people are determined not to die, nurses and doctors are determined to keep people alive, determination is extremely easy to find here."

IC:Iris!Miha"No Havon, I'm tired of you guys fighting my fights for me." Iris!Miha said, slapping Havon's hand away. "Every time I have a problem, you guys step in and take care of it fore me. I've become a burden to the team by getting you guys involved with too many dangerous stunts, and if you guys can't let me fight my own battles, you're becoming a burden to me." The Le-Matoran ripped the medical equipment that was injected into herself and struggled off her cot. "Our relationship as a team has become counterproductive for both of us, and I see no reason to continue it." The Matoran looked Havon right in the eyes as she stood. "I no longer want to be a part of the Hau Karda." And with that she walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

IC:Nikarra, unaware that she was being discussed, had left the inn for a walk to get a little fresh air. However, she found a hand on her shoulder. She turned, holding out her knife."Hello to you too." Somnium hissed. "We need to have a chat, Nikarra.""How do you know my name?""How do I know your--" Somnium's expression of confusion changed to one of amusement before he had even finished the sentence. "Of course. New look for me. And you haven't seen me since... I don't even know. The time flies, doesn't it?"Nikarra looked at the Toa of Gravity before her, trying to recognise him, but came up with nothing. "I'm sorry, I don't know you.""Course you do. How could you forget your dear old uncle Somnium?""You." Nikarra glared at Somnium. "You b-""Let's not get carried away. How are you? How's Nekron doing?""He's called Incommodo now. He's changed.""I'm sure he has. And how's your mother?""Dead. Just like you left her.""Wonderful. I'd hate to think I left her for dead and she just got back up again." Somnium smiled. "And Xylak. How's Xylak?""You always ask about Xylak, don't you? Do you even remember that you have another son?""He is not my son. I disowned him. Left him lying on the street.""You sicken me.""He was never going to turn out good. Admittedly, yes, I'm currently trying to kill Xylak, but that just shows how much I love him."Nikarra seriously considered spitting at Somnium. "If I ever had a son--""Then you would seriously hope that you didn't have another, without the intelligence and/or good looks of his older brother." Somnium hissed. "Listen, I only wanted one son. Xylak was perfect. But him... he killed small animals. Xylak made the small animals kill themselves. There's a vital difference there.""Leave. Now."Somnium stepped forward, now standing so close to Nikarra that she could smell the blood on his breath. "Are you sure you want me to do that, Nikarra?"

IC: Dorian (The Dead Ringer, Ga-Koro)"You know what we should do?" I asked, sighing and lifting my head from Cylund's shoulder. "We should...aw, nevermind. I gotta go, man, my clock says I've been here for like...hours. That's depressing. Your name is...Cylund. I'll look you up, if I ever need a drinking buddy or a partner or something."He nodded his goodbye drunkenly and went out for a brofist that came dangerously close to smashing into my right pectoral, so I fistbumped him back and, brandishing the quill, walked out into the street calmly, letting the crisp night air brush me as I closed my eyes and moved along back to the Inn with a startling quickness and coherence for someone who had just commandeered a bar like that.OOC: Well...Dorian open for interaction, then?-Teezy

IC: Kaithas turned, noticing a Toa of Iron(Dorian). "Hey. You look like you could take some liquor. You wanna join?"

IC: Dorian (Ga-Koro)I turned on my heel, big blue eyes widened in curiosity as I searched for the voice; I found its perpetrator after a second and laughed easily. The Toa couldn't help but laugh along with me. No one could. Finally, I let it die off in a sigh and stared at the shot glass, still spinning around in my palm. I probably should have given it back..."Truuuust me, buddy," I said, sounding for all the world like just another young man who had just walked out of the bar (I really should have been an actor...) "I have had too much night for one liquor. I mean...uh..."-Teezy

IC: Kaithas laughed, but he didn't really trust this guy. Too smooth. "Well, I'm practically unbeatable anyway. You could try for second. Slannak here is no good, and the others have had a lot already."