BZPRPG: Ga-Wahi

IC:The Ta-Matoran lifted some of the sand, then watched it slide through the gaps between his fingers. He began crawling along the beach on all fours, his emerald eyes constantly looking around, as though he was searching for something. A smirk appeared on his black Hau, and he stood up. "He was here. I can smell him."Tarrhus walked back to the rock where his companion stood, and picked up his satchel, placing it over his shoulder. "Come on. We're moving."- - -"And when did you last see him?" Tarrhus sat in a dark bar, a Ga-Matoran sitting across the table."A few days back. Not long before the Tarakava attack." The Matoran shrugged."What direction was he headed in?""I dunno." The Le-Matoran shrugged. "Onu-Koro, maybe? Listen, mate, the Brakas pushed past me while we were following Joske, I wasn't paying that much attention.""You've known him how long, did you say?""Around eighty years. I had an ad up, telling people that I had an apartment. He showed up the next day. I didn't ask too many questions, he seemed like a nice enough guy. Very quiet, though. Kept to himself.""He said his name was Xerov?""Yeah, 'e did. Listen, you gonna buy somethin'? 'Cause if you ain't buyin' nothin', get the Karz outta my shop."- - -Tarrhus put the final nail in place, and then stood back to admire his handiwork. A poster had been nailed to the wall, with an image of Elax's Kakama drawn in great detail, along with the following underneath it:Name: ElaxAlias: XerovWanted on suspicion of Murder. Contact Tarrhus in The Unfortunate Fikou, Onu-Koro, if you have any information, no matter how little -- all help is appreciated."We're done here.""Justice... justice..." Lezac grinned madly, his right eye burning bright, and his left dim.Tarrhus patted the insane Matoran on the back. "Yes, Lezac. Justice will be served. Elax will pay for his crimes."Lezac's smile became wider. "Justice..."OOC: Poster in place, and Tarrhus & Lezac to Onu-Wahi.

IC: Emotia - Ga-Wahi -"He's still mostly to blame..." She said slowly.

IC: Lux Saran - Ga-Koro DocksLux tried hard to conceal his grin, but it was a useless attempt as he settled himself into a seat near the middle of the boat. The Ko-Matoran, on the other hand, scowled even more as he joined them in the ship, grabbing a paddle from the dock."And here we go, to Po-Koro," he said flatly, as he took out a knife to slice off the mooring lines, sending the boat floating on the waters, headed straight for Po-Koro.OOC: Lux and Hakilve to Po-Wahi, I guess.-Void

IC: Jikal"But my hands committed the crime."

IC: Emotia - Ga-Wahi -Emotia looked at Jikal with a sad smile. "Alright, so you've made some terrible mistakes that you can't entirely blame on Iris or the mark. But at least you actually feel sorry for what you've done. You can't really say the same about most of the other mark bearers who've killed." She comments, glancing toward Utu.

[iC: Rannin]"I think I've spotted her."

IC: Bruntoa - Ga-Wahi -Bruntoa looked toward where Rannin was pointing, and lo and behold, there was Savina, eating soup with some other Toa. "You're right, that's her....should we just walk up to them? That might scare her though."

[iC: Rannin]"Well in order to get her to cooperate, we have to find a way to appear peaceful," he murmured, stroking his chin. "Although that may be difficult, seeing that you are ridiculously buff, and I am a tall scarred being with evil red eyes."

IC: Jikal"I do regret it. But the things that have been done cant be fixed with an apology. People have died. Tuara had her mind ripped apart and replaced by Iris when she tried to help me.""The question isn't if I regret the things I am responsible for. The question is if I can atone for what I've done, and will be forced to do again."

IC:Rewera loked at Ravage silently, going over what he had said again in her mind, comitting his words to memory. If these mark-bearers were the sort of trouble that warranted a witchhunt such as this, she would to good to learn as much about them as she could in case they ever crossed paths."This little show the marines put on made that pretty clear.", she commented after a moment, before inquiring: "I take it these emotions that empower them are not the happy-go-lucky kinds of of feelings, are they?"Her companion shook his head. Rewera let out a small sigh. "Figures. Makes no sense to get high on something your enemy doesn't feel..."She fell silent once more, crossing her arms and looking out over Naho Bay. The lines of her face were hard like stone; her expression unreadable. But behind her yellow eyes, thoughts passed as she tried to decide on their next move. She still needed to find her team-mates, her brothers - but on the other hand, there was a serial killer loose. And a resourceful one it seemed; going about his or her cruel business without notice by anybody, despite the trail of blood left behind.Had nobody else besides them thought to check wether there had been similar incidents in the other villages. Or was there so much crime that this was just another casualty of this war?"Doesn't matter." she finally muttered, turning back to Ravage. "The coroner said there was another murder like ours, back in Onu-Koro...it's as good a place as any to continue our hunt I suppose. How about you?"

IC: Ravage"You're the boss. I'm just your tour guide."Ravage spoke in his usual cool, detached fashion, but his eyes were troubled. He did his best not to let it show, but he wasn't entirely successful.His mind kept going back to the morgue they just departed. Kept going back to the bodies there. Back to the coroner, who had so much respect for them despite the fact their souls had long since fled their vessels. It puzzled him, how soneobe could still see them worthy of respect despite it.He shook his head, trying to rid himself of those thoughts. He wasn't entirely successful.

IC: Norfan"Yeah, I do have a couple. What are you?"

IC-Aclaraung:Aclaraung swiveled his massive head to look down, appraisingly, on Norfan."Does that matter?" Aclaraung asked. "We simply are, we have no need to classify ourselves...unlike the rest of you."

IC: ReaverAs she heard the discussion bounce back and forth between Emotia and Jikal, she felt her grip on her knife loosen slightly. It quickly tightened again, and she closed her eyes tightly, a blue glow peeking between her eyelids. She grit her teeth in pain, as images of the Matoran she killed in cold-blooded revenge flashed through her mind. Reaver held the Talon with an iron grip, and quickened her pace to keep up with Utu.I mustn't feel remorse. He deserved it.

IC: EndriinThat's in Le-Wahi, right? Lake Pala? He toyed with a small glob of protodermis in his hand, constantly shaping and reshaping it. Why? Because bored, that's why.

OOC: About 8 months since I've played, so, I guess grouping my characters again could help.IC: JL, CyraxBoth Toa have been walking for quite some time now, after some failures which was quite a while back. They were both actively involved in fighting against the Makuta, although they were quite a bit gone for quite some time, practicing with some other friends. Now, though, they were back, with no clear objectives. They didn't know where to start, so they'd started back where both of them did, when they were washed ashore.Both Toa were much stronger with their elemental powers, and physically were more skillful as well - thats what happens when you train that long in a harsh environment. All they were doing right now, though, was wait for something to happen.OOC: REALLY Open for interaction...please somebody talk.

IC: [The Second]The Second continued to sit on the top of Ga-Koro's gate.OOC: Open for interaction.

IC: JL - CyraxCyrax and JL walked on the beach, towards the Ga-Koro gate. As he walked, he saw the shadow of a figure. Looking up, who saw The Second just sitting on a gate.JL: Were we gone for long? Because I don't think people sat on gates back then......

IC: [The Second]The Second looked down for a second, her eyes training themselves on the two beings below; specifically, JL and Cyrax. Of course, she didn't actually know their names, due to having absolutely no knowledge of metaphysical things, or would they be meta-narrative? I actually have no idea. I'm just the narrator.Ahem.Anyway, the Ga-Matoran artist continued to stare at the two newcomers, her eyes never wavering from their gaze. It wasn't everyday when you actually met people other than your sisters in a place which was not your dusty hut.

OOC: So much stuff happening, not able to RP with Kalios. Gah.IC-Kalios:"I'm fine," Kalios said, waving off the water. "Just thinking, is all." He'd already sorted everything they'd picked up to where it could be divided out evenly and carried wherever they went, except for one problem:Kalios had only gotten one cinnamon roll for their breakfast."This is somewhat awkward."

IC: EndriinHe looked at Kalios with a narrow glare, then turned to eye up the cinnamon roll. The next note Kalios had thrust in his face both surprised and amused him.I challenge you for the right to eat that cinnamon roll.

IC: CyraxCyrax noticed The Second too. Looking up, she just stared awkwardly."So....you mind telling us what you're doing up there, staring at us, or does this have to be a bit more awkward?"OOC: What happened with Darylhii/Fragarach? Definitely want to catch up with him....

IC: [The Second]Awkwardness is actually a rather subjective thing, seeing that despite JL and Cyrax considering the situation that they found themselves currently in rather awkward, the Second didn't, possibly because of the fact she rarely ever socialised, or even spoke. It was a side-effect of being a reclusive artist, but she had no problem with it."Art."

IC: JLJL: So...you're drawing us or something?He slowly nudged away from Cyrax and in turn got a kick to the shin.

IC: [The Second]Usually, Hubert would have written a one-line post for the Second's reply, which would have consisted of: "No."; but due to regular insistence from his friends, he decided to write a more sophisticated post for such a reply, despite the fact that the Ga-Matoran was not a rather talkative being."No."Can you not feel the sophistication?

IC: Cyrax - JLCyrax: Well, then, could you please explain in depth and not with some kind of 1 word sentence, what you are doing on the gate and why its related to Art?JL: And isn't sitting on a gate a bit dangerous? I mean, you could fall, and then maybe die.OOC: Yeah, I really want to meet up with Darylhii/Fragarach again....:'(

IC: [The Second]Of course, due to not actually being talkative, the Second could only reply with another one word answer, which was filled with power and greatness and all that jazz."Inspiration."

IC: JLJL: Cool. So can you come down and help us for a bit? You see, we've been gone for quite a long time, and we'd need to catch up a bit on whats going on around the island. So....um....do you have any news on the Makuta, the chroniclers company, and generally some news about that topic?He silently prayed for her to not say no, and if she did say yes in a one word sentence, at least he could get some info.

IC: [The Second]Due to being a recluse and spending much time in her hut, she actually had absolutely no idea. The narrator didn't either, but that was because he was absent-minded, not because of anything to do with being reclusive and ignorant."No."

IC: JLJL, a bit annoyed, kicked the ground, forgetting he was pretty much on top of water. As he kicked, his annoyance and the fact that his training for the last few [Time passed in-game] caused him to have a bit more power, an electric current as if a small lightningbolt had hit the sea passed through the water.JL:....Oops. So, uh....whats your name, and do you know anyone who DOES have information? Or are you a really antisocial person with disorders for just about everything?

IC: [The Second]"Ask my sister," said the Second, shocking everyone, even the readers, with the use of more than one word, before shocking them once more by continuing. "Works in a nearby restaurant."Of course, for those who paid attention to the Jaliax Sisters, they would know that more than one sister worked in a nearby restaurant, but it actually didn't matter which sister JL and Cyrax talked to, for both would probably have answers.

IC: CyraxCyrax: Ok, thanks. So...where exactly is this restaurant? And.....what food do they sell?

IC: [The Second]The Second gestured towards the restaurant, where her sisters worked at."Food."

IC: JLJL: Ok....thanks.So him and Cyrax walked towards the restaurant. Looking in, the smell of actual food, instead of frozen scraps heated by a volcano, smelled wonderful. Both of them rushed in and quickly asked for seats, and also asked to see if there was a sister of a seriously anti-social person here.

IC: [The Fifth]Of course, the person JL and Cyrax spoke to WAS the younger sister of the anti-social Second, to be more specific, the Fifth."Antisocial Matoran?" she asked.

IC: CyraxCyrax: Well....she was sitting on the gate, was saying it was about art, and was speaking in only 1 word sentences.

IC: [The Fifth]"Two actually went outside? Wow!"

IC: JLJL: I take it you're her sister? Well, if you don't mind, we're both really hungry. But more importantly, she directed us here because she says you have information on The Makuta......well, uh...do you? That would definitely help out for us.

IC: [The Fifth]"I don't really know much about the Makuta other than that he's a big evil guy who lives underground," she replied. "But anyway, what do you want to order?"

IC: JLJL:Food.

IC: [The Fifth]"But food isn't a type of food."