BZPRPG: Ga-Wahi

IC: [Naona]"Good," she said, smiling. "Just keep her happy, and I won't kill you."

IC: KraynNotably, she didn't say she wouldn't castrate me."I'll do my best."

IC: [Naona]"Okay then Lieutenant."

IC: LiaraLiara looked at Ishi oddly. "What makes you think it's that one?"She looked at the house, but she didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Like the others around it, it oozed an aura of cheer and relaxation. Colored like the others, the only noticeable difference was that the door had been replaced recently.

IC: I grinned at Slannak. "Nice of you to show up. Just chuck Nidiak where you want." I shrugged. "the guard sounds like a good place to start. The good part about having a team is that not all of us are on the run from the guard."

IC: DehkazThe Toa of Magnetism looked suitably pleased as the Fowadi passed into the Po-Wahi, and he actually started humming a self-composed tune.OOC: Warship Fowadi to Po-Wahi waters.

IC (Nawal):"I'm just glad that the Guard is still arund. Many things change in a thousand years."

IC:Iris!MihaIris quickly drew Miha's medical scalpel, using it to knock Havon's sword far enough to the left that it ended up missing her. His being able to block Havon's sword with the medical scalpel was a combination of the sheer power his Mark gave him, and the fact that Havon was using his weakened arm to attack with. It was true that Miha had taken more damage than Havon. But it was also true that all of Miha's injuries were less severe than Havon's. Miha's body had a cut on her left arm which was just deep enough to draw blood, and a couple of stab wounds on her shoulder that had already well on their way to healing. Havon had a broken rib, a bruised collar bone which would still be giving him pain due to the short amount of time Havon had given it to heal, and a (small already mostly healed) cut on his bruised shoulder, from when one of Iris's disks had clipped Havon's shoulder. With that in mind, Iris used his other hand to draw one of Miha's medical jars which he then threw at Havon, hoping that the jar would shatter and it's contents* would spray all over Havon.*The jar is filled with a paste like numbing cream, which Miha borrowed from Virthee a long time ago. The cream is absorbed through touch, but isn't very strong, so it would be a distraction most likely.

IC: The DogTrademark of all devices was the cynical sneer he employed across his mask, it's virus creeping outwards from the thinnest of lips. The sparkle in his gleaming orange eye left Lazerbeak banished into the dark. Savoring the moment of glory, Ishi brought his left hand across his mouth as he doubled in silent laughter, his body rocking with each breath on his heels. "Come on and spill the liquor, Kanohi brains," Lazerbeak spat, a fist on the top of the matoran's skull sending him sizzling to the lily pad ground. He grabbed his head with a hand, injustice blazing from his eye socket. "That hurt!""I thought it was rather satisfying," Lazerbeak cooed, a smug countenance hovering about her shoulders. Oh, I bet you've been waiting to say that too, stretch suit freak, Ishi thought as he imagined her head falling off her shoulders. Somehow this mental trick warmed the cockles of his heart stone. Rising back to his feet, Ishi lazily pointed with the stolen Kohlii stick at two objects: a small plaque along the side of the door in matoran lettering, and a for sale sign with a "SOLD SUCKERS" scribbled across with paint. "The house was for sale, and is now bought.""And that has anything to do with Dorian being inside?" Lazerbeak responded in a monotone. "Course it doesn't," Ishi said in response, his voice mimicking his toa compadre's, "But that does."The small plaque above the door, in perfect ga-koro tradition, the letters molded from he shiniest bronze, was one word, or name rather. Juturna

IC: To distract herself from the fight (which Agni was easily winning so far), Cael turned to Wiremu, the Onu-Matoran Joske had introduced just a few minutes earlier.“So, Wiremu, you’re an inventor?”

IC:Labelle's mask slowly began powering down until she finally returned to her original image. "I'm so sorry" she said, nearly gasping. "I guess I'm not the greatest Toa. Can't even use this stupid mask properly. Mata-Nui, sometimes I wish I didn't even have the thing" she said, tearing up and nearly beginning to cry. She truly felt horrible about what had happened.ooc: Sorry for the late reply, haven't really had internet acces for the past couple days. And King Snelly, I figure the whole dress tearing was just an illusion?

IC (Cael)Wiremu looked nervous; Cael had at first attributed the Matoran's unease to Joske's enthusiastic greeting, but now she realized that it had nothing to do with it. The Onu-Matoran's awkward, stumbling sentences and unwillingness to make eye contact were the obvious trademarks of someone uncomfortable with most social interaction. Joske hadn't been exaggerating by much when he had playfully called Wiremu introverted. If she had to guess, Cael would say that the Matoran, being an inventor, was more comfortable with inanimate things and machines that he could manipulate, rather than other beings whom he couldn't control.The healer didn't want to make him uncomfortable, but she didn't want to ignore him. She turned back and continued watching the fight instead of Wiremu, albeit with some discomfort."I'm a healer," the Toa replied as warmly as she could. "It's not much different a job than yours, really; I help people solve problems too. I guess you could say my problems are just biological instead of mechanical."

IC:"Everything is mechanical," Wiremu shrugged. He snuck a glance at Cael, but looked away before she glanced back at him. She was pretty, Wiremu noted. He was surprised Joske hadn't puffed himself up in front of her yet, at least as far as Wiremu had seen. But, then again, the Onu-Matoran was still thinking of the old Joske; his friend's transformation had clearly changed more than his physicality. Wiremu looked back at Cael through the side of his vision. He could tell she was uneasy from her tense stance, he'd gotten used to recognizing that in people. "Uhm, I'm so sorry," he said, turning towards her but bashfully focusing his eyes somewhere near her toned calves rather than her face. He started to talk and quickly became a gusher of words. "I'm not... I'm sorry, I don't seem very polite, do I?... I'm not good at this. And you're taller than me. Oh great spirit I hope that wasn't offensive! I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to- I mean, you know. Uhm-"

IC:Dalgo walked back to Ta-koro.IC:Glanway bought a new copy of the Mata Nui Daily, and found an article on a concert being planned in Le-Koro particularly interesting. 'The Cultured Gentry is currently taking applications for opening musicians. If anyone is interested, make your way to Ko-Koro and set up an appointment at the Cultured Gentry info booth' was especially interesting. With a renewed sense of purpose, Glanway walked the long and weary path to Ko-Koro.

OOC: I'm a bit surprised that Miha was carrying that around all this time. D:IC: Havon - Ga-koro -Havon shot a small fireball the moment the jar was thrown, which caused it to shatter and ignite on impact, the cream instantly burned up and became nothing but vapors in the air. Havon backed up a bit as this happened, the jar at the very least had obscured his vision of Miha for a few moments.

IC:Labelle's mask slowly began powering down until she finally returned to her original image. "I'm so sorry" she said, nearly gasping. "I guess I'm not the greatest Toa. Can't even use this stupid mask properly. Mata-Nui, sometimes I wish I didn't even have the thing" she said, tearing up and nearly beginning to cry. She truly felt horrible about what had happened.ooc: Sorry for the late reply, haven't really had internet acces for the past couple days. And King Snelly, I figure the whole dress tearing was just an illusion?

OOC: I'm a bit surprised that Miha was carrying that around all this time. D:

OOC: Moving from Po-Wahi...IC: The adulation of Ga-Wahi's natural beauty has been described in hundreds of words by dozens of different people ad nauseum. Nevertheless, Kokkrihan thought all of those words when he reached the docks and made his way to the gates. Ga-Koro truly was a relaxing village to be in. Unfortuntately, the sun was at its peak, and the Ko-Koronan PR manager of the Cultured Gentry felt the need to cover himself with a cloak to keep the heat out. After looking around at the beaches and fisherwomen, Kokkrihan strolled over to the top merchant in the village. After sharing from insipid small talk with the Ga-Koronan merchant, Kokkrihan began hammering a sign to the store owner's post (with her permission). On it, read:

The Cultured Gentry is Opening its ArmsIf you are a successful store owner, investor, or entrepreneur,talk to the top merchant in any of the six main villagesto inquire about membership with the Cultured Gentry. Ournetwork of business analysts and managers will do the following:

• Protect your business from Makuta-infected Rahi
• Give exclusive tips on improving your business and marking skills
• Meeting some one of the brightest minds on the island of Mata Nu
• And much more!

Again, to inquire, talk to Trader Okoth today!

IC (Nawal):"I'm just glad that the Guard is still arund. Many things change in a thousand years."

IC (Cael)Cael stepped back and raised her hands in surprise at the Onu-Matoran's outburst. Wiremu nervously babbled words and half-finished sentences, getting redder and redder."W-Wiremu, calm down," The Toa exclaimed. "Wiremu, I- I- it's fine..."She held up her hands in a "stop" gesture, and Wiremu's gushing dwindled down, the Onu-Matoran scarlet with embarrassment. The Toa of Water smiled uncertainly. "Don't worry," she said. "You don't have to impress me, even if I am tall. I mean, it's okay if you don't want to talk."

IC: Yick"I agree. If you're worried about breaking the law then we can leave a note or something like that."IC: SlannakSlannak dumped Nidiak onto the ground.IC: NidiakNidiak got up from where Slannak dropped him. "Okay, I'm up. That's the last time I let either of you carry me anywhere."

IC (Greed) The waitress returned with food and drinks, setting a club sandwich -complete with slender bamboo toothpicks- and a martini in front of Greed. The Toa of Air smiled his thanks, and took a sip of his beverage, the alcohol biting at his tongue. But only a sip- the Toa had a feeling he would need his mental faculties as strong as possible in order to deal with this company he had gathered together.First, there was Baruk, or Gluttony, who seemed to be only perfunctorily interested in the Daedra's business, and more concerned with eating as much and as often as possible. His apathy was only matched by Sloth's, who appeared to work extremely hard to look as though he was doing nothing, and caring about nothing. Sloth's servant didn't act particularly servant-like; he seemed more like a companion whom the toa of Water merely tolerated.Then there was Pride, who, much like Sloth, made herself appear as distant and uninterested as possible, masking her sharp intellect which she had briefly unveiled in their first meeting. Juxtaposed with Pride's lack of emotion was Venedico, or Envy, Greed supposed. An apt name, for he always seemed to be on the edge of his seat, trying to keep on top of everything, openly interested in all the goings-on (at least compared to the rest of the Toa, who seemed to pride themselves in their lack of emotion).Wrath was difficult to understand- he seemed to be perpetually angry, but why? The Toa's anger was easy enough to manipulate: just point him in your target's direction and let him loose; but Greed didn't know the source of the fury, and that made Wrath a wild card. If anyone got under the Toa's skin, Greed would have seconds to redirect the ensuing explosion before it went off.Finally, Anthyn.Anthyn.If there was a list of people not to underestimate, Anthyn would occupy the top three spots. She was clever, unpredictable, and violent; the combination made her dangerous. Her one weakness, as far as Greed could tell thus far, was her desire to appear strong. Again, he didn't know why. She appeared to be nothing more than a Toa; perhaps it was her lack of extraordinary attributes that made her desperate to be looked up to, to be feared.This was all speculation, but it was obvious enough what the beautiful, deadly Toa's name would be: Lust. That was a perfect name if Greed had ever known one. The toa of Air looked around the table as he sipped at his drink again. Truly, he had done exactly what he had told Lust: he had gathered a collection of the lowest of the low on the whole island: the arrogant, the violent, the lazy, the gluttonous, the envious, the enraged, and the greedy. It was no small task. Who would have thought that seven sinners would unite, even for a day?Greed held no illusions about their alliance: it was fragile, and depended wholly on mutual satisfaction. The Daedra were only a team because each member stood to benefit more as as a part of that team than alone. As soon as Greed could no longer offer anything to gain, the Daedra would dissolve like sugar in water.Until then, however, they were a force to be reckoned with. Seven toa who cared nothing for the laws and beliefs of the Matoran; seven Toa who would do whatever they needed to in order to get what they wanted. Of that, Greed had no doubt.The Toa of Air removed a toothpick from one quarter of his sandwich and took a bite, savouring the flavours of meat and cheese. He chewed, swallowed, then washed it down with a drink of fresh, icy water. He set the sandwich down, and looked once more around the table, a smile lingering at the corners of his mouth."Well, then, seeing as we all know each other, I suggest we relax for now. Tomorrow... tomorrow will be a very big day."

IC:Wiremu, feeling too hot in the face to say anything else, just pursed his lips, nodded tersely a few times, and started to fiddle with some shells on the ground. Once again, he found himself woefully stunted when it came to talking to new people. He hated when that happened to him.

IC (Cael)For once, Cael was at a loss for what to do. Upon trying to have a friendly conversation with Wiremu, she had only succeeded in flustering him beyond words. Now he slumped on the sand, looking hopelessly miserable. The Toa of Water sighed quietly; it was her job -as well as her nature- to try to make people feel better, not worse.She couldn't just ignore the Matoran now- that would be cruel. So she searched for something to say."Um... so... tell me about one of your inventions... I mean, one of the problems you've solved."

IC:Wiremu was still red, so he kept his face averted from Cael's. He didn't understand why she was still trying to talk to him, even after he'd basically reduced himself to a blabbering wreck. Wiremu pointedly picked sand out of a conch with his fingernail. The Onu-Matoran didn't detect any malice in the Toa's voice, but he still answered her question guardedly. "One time, somebody came to me," Wiremu started, trying to regain control over the lump in his throat. "He was a miner, but he only had one arm, after this big cave-in crushed the other. He needed to keep drilling, but could only use one hand. I made him a new drill that turned by itself, that he could brace against his good shoulder. It worked well enough for him."

IC (Cael)The Toa of Water was impressed. She'd never heard of anyone making an artificial limb like that. Being a healer, she saw all sorts of artificial limbs, but most were crude stumps. Some granted limited movement, but nothing close to the freedom of a natural limb. Making someone another limb that allowed them to continue their work instead of becoming, more or less, a recluse... Cael tried to keep her voice soft, but couldn't keep a trace of excitement from creeping in. "That's amazing. If he had come to me, all I would've been able to do was heal the remains of his arm."She paused. "I don't know of anyone else who could do something like that. I- I see why people come to you to solve their problems."

IC:"It wasn't a new arm," Wiremu shrugged, brow furrowed at Cael's response to his anecdote; he hadn't expected her to be impressed. "It was just a tool for his good one. Anybody could have thought of something like it." The Onu-Matoran started to trace lines in the sand with a flattish half-clam. It wasn't any particular design; Wiremu was more interested in how the sand shifted aside than what he could spell out in the damp grainy earth. He risked a quick peek back at Cael, and found her gleaming golden eyes, framed by dark lashes and startlingly attentive, to be a waiting surprise. Wiremu couldn't help but blush once more as he whipped his head around again to face the sand. His hands, weaker than normal, started to smooth over the gashes he'd carved in the sand.

IC (Cael)Wiremu seemed to be coming out of his shell; he had gone from unable to talk or even look her in the eye to being able to carry on a conversation, even glancing at her once or twice. Cael found herself wondering how such an introspective Matoran like Wiremu had ever become friends with Joske, who was biosterous and mostly extroverted. They were an odd match, but as she talked with the Onu-Matoran, the healer found herself liking him more and more. He was quiet and shy, but he was also humble and liked to help people. It went to show that you didn't have to be a Toa to be a hero, although Cael had a feeling Wiremu would vehemently deny any such statement were she to make it.The Toa of Water shrugged. "Just because anyone could have thought of it doesn't make it any less."

IC:Cael couldn't see Wiremu's face. As such, she didn't see the corners of his mouth tense a little as he tried to hold back his budding smile. The Onu-Matoran looked up and watched a little more of Joske's schooling in silence, not as much paying attention as giving himself a reason not to stare at Cael. He didn't want to destroy what small vestige of dignity he still had in her eyes.

IC (Cael)Wiremu didn't reply, instead looking over at Joske training with Agni. Cael didn't know if he had run out courage or things to say, but, either way, it seemed the conversation was over for now. She, too, looked back over to the two Toa of Fire. Joske had just thrown a wild swing at Agni... then, in a movement so fast Cael could hardly see it, the older toa of Fire flipped Joske over and blasted him out into the bay in an explosion of fire and smoke.Cael gasped, and half-rose from the sand, looking out to the spot where Joske had gone under. Her anxiety was relieved after a few moments as Joske's red Kakama broke the surface of Naho Bay. Spitting out water, the young Toa of Fire began to swim to shore.

IC: ZharukZharuk walked into Ga-Koro. This was where Aakil spent most of his time, so he probably could find him here.

IC: "I really don't want to be a fugitive. But running is becoming more and more appealing."OOC:: sorry for not posting. I went to a place that didn't have internet and I didn't know it till I was there.

IC: Zakama"Let's just wait, I get it feels like almost a week, but we still should wait," Zakama said, "No Toa should be wanted," Zakama continued.

IC:The moment Emotia hugged her Labelle broke into tears, sobbing loudly. "Yurrrr oooo niieeee" she said, unable to speak clearly. Labelle could hardly believe she was lucky enough to count someone so kind a friend, especially after she had ruined her wedding dress.

IC (Desilix):"Well, there are Toa that are wanted, and I think there is one standing right overer there." Desilix said, pointing at Zharuk.

IC: LathonHe looked to where Desilix was pointing. "Your right." he said. In one fluid motion he pulled his large greatsword from his back, the lime green runes glinting in the sin as light danced across the black blade. "Its time to end this." he said. He raised himself into the air on the wind and then hurtled towards Zharuk, "Its time to pay for your crimes!" he yelled as he unleashed a blast of air at Zharuk's chest followed by a slash.

IC: I followed Lathon's lead, using my Kualsi to teleport to Zharuk. "Let's do this!" I grew 5 vines out of the ground, all trying to root Zharuk in place.

IC: ZakamaHe shrugged, this was confusing, but time to go with the flow. He drew out his swords and charged towards Zharuk, forming them into an X-Formation.

IC (Desilix):Desilix, seeing chaos spew out from where he was pointing, joined in. He focused a beam of high pitched sounds on Zharuk, hoping to distract him from the incoming attacks.IC (Nawal):Nawal was stunned when he saw what happened, and was afraid that Zharuk would get killed. He wasn't worried about Zharuk as much as the information he held.

IC: Emotia - Casa Juturna, Ga-Wahi -Wow, I guess she's one of those really emotional types. Emotia thought as she continued to hug the sobbing Toa. Hopefully Labelle would calm down soon, they needed to get downstairs, find Tillian, and get going to the temple.

IC: ZharukZharuk was pacing all around town. "WHERE IS AAKIL?!" he thought. "I really need to, well, 'talk' to him! He isn't in any of his usal places. Well, it's not like I INVITED him or something..." Then something hit him in the chest and he was sent flying back. The next moment, he was surrounded by vines. "WTK?" he thought. "No matter, this will be easy," as he drew his dagger. Launching a beam of plasma like a sword blade, he burned through the vines. Then he adopted a casual stance and sheathed his dagger. "Ah, Signore Lathon," he said politely. "Well met!" With that, he took off his hat, put it over his chest and bowed. Then he whipped it over his head (without letting go of it, mind you), launching an arc of plasma from it. IC: MerlaMerla didn't just rush into the fight but instead she reached out for the ocean. The waves began to bubble and soon a stream of water began rushing in from the coast. She needed just a few more moments to pull this off...