BZPRPG: Le-Wahi

IC:

While Skyra, Cael and Cipher hashed out weapon talk and diving plans, Praggos, Krayn, Tuara and I worked on getting the boat ready to cast off into the dock. Utu was sitting sullenly and trying to ignore Onuzek, who kept asking how he felt about "FRIEND TIMES WITH ONUZEK AND UTU" and Momma Daring's eyes hadn't left me in minutes. They only budged when Skyra stepped on board, rounding out the now-swollen group; it was a bit packed, and I was left standing between her and Cipher, with Cael and Tuara beside each other staring at me from across. I kept my eyes out on the water, and eventually Krayn sidled up to me. Krayn had always been the thorn that stabbed the least into my side - maybe it was because he was the least memorable. With most of his friends, I could routinely and explicitly picture killing them. The Lieutenant was more nebulous, always shifting; it was hard to get a grip on who or what he was.

"You never said why you were here," he finally said, quietly. "I know it's not for Utu. You hated him. I remember."

"Joske Nimil gave me this job. A Toa Maru gave me this sword. All my friends have had prophecies written for them, great destinies in store. Mata Nui gave each one of them meaning." I spun the revolver's chamber and flicked my wrist, sealing it with a snap. "All he gave me is this sweet gun. I take what I can get, LT." Krayn was silent for a long time, but finally nodded. Onuzek heard the exchange and smiled broadly, and I saw Skyra's eyes darting from me to him.

One, I thought, and two, and three.

Before long, the shore was behind us, and I put a leg up onto the cutter's mast.

"Alright! Now, anyone who's been out here since the catastrophe at Xa-Koro, you'll know that this place's currents are an ecological wreck now. They change at random, thrash you about in the tide, and generally make for a near-fatal swim if you dive at the wrong place. Now, I'm not much of a scientist, and I assume most of you aren't either." I looked around to Momma Daring, then Cael, then Utu, and then to Skyra. "Luckily for us, we have one on board. Praggos, care to help me demonstrate how to properly check the tide?"

IC: Goin' all out, huh?

"Welp, you heard the man." Cipher said, tossing the water wings to Cael and promptly stripping himself of his armor with remarkable speed. The straps were good stuff, y'know. Quick-releasing if you knew how, strong, elastic but resilient... everything you'd want out of them, to be honest.

The Falcata stayed on his hip, as did the small waterproofed pouch containing his iStone. Everything else (essentials aside), gone. Stepping one foot up onto the edge, halberd in hand, he glanced back at Krayn.

"Much faster than making a big old show of it, huh?" he quipped, before diving in himself.

Eyes scouring the depths, he quickly located them. Dorian and Skyra, standing in a bubble in what almost made for a laughable image, in a bubble.

Swimming over, he took a moment to observe the odd method of travel, quizzical look upon his face, before cautiously swimming inside.

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything." he said, caaaaarefully pulling his polearm through. "You're stuck with me now." he said, stretching his own muscles a little. 

What? They were stiff. He wasn't showing off, Dor was standing right there and that's HIS job.

IC: Dehkaz

Dehkaz gave a shrug.

"It'd be a pleasure, besides, not like I've got anything else going on anyway."

IC: Naona

"Very well."

The treetops of Le-koro had become visible, and they neared the village every second.

IC: Misson

"Well, that's be nice. Could use a mask of water breathing at some point though. I will reach Xa-Koro."

IC: Zomma

"There's no point mate. Nothing down there's worth the bloody effort."

IC:Misson

"Are your quite certain of that? Thieves and killers take the most interesting things. Beyond bodies of course."

IC: Zomma

"Whatever that was actually interesting and reachable's probably gone already. The islets sunk like, ages ago."

IC:Misson

"Agreeable," I said, "that Tarakava that you blew to pieces had a mask on it. It was actually rusting like Karzhani. So, where are you going?"

IC: Zomma

"No idea," I say with a shrug. "Just wandering around, looking for some jobs for some money."

IC:Misson

"An alliance, perhaps," I said, "Depending on what type of work you do. Temporary of course."

IC: Zomma

So he wants to tag along? Eh, sure, that'd be useful.

"I'm fine with that," I say with a grunt. "Might make easier to do."

IC:Misson

"Thanks," I say, "I'm kind of out of work right now."

Meaning I've never had any.

"Do you know where you're going? Anywhere in mind?"

IC: Zomma

"No idea. I just wander around until I find somebody who needs work done."

IC:Misson

"What type of work? Dangerous? I have a taste for that sort of thing, you should understand."

IC: Zomma

"Doesn't matter what. If there's money waiting, then I'm in."

IC:Misson

"I'll say the same for myself."

IC: Zomma

"This feels like the start of a beautiful relationship."

IC:Misson

*Laughs* "Perhaps," I say, "a permanent alliance might soon be in order. For half and half, of course."

OOC:Your potential sarcasm has been noted(unless you  were serious)

OOC: I don't usually do sarcasm.

IC: Zomma

"Great," I say, grinning at the Toa. "I can see the profits already."

OOC:Nice to know

IC:Misson

Misson only responds with a gleam in his eye. They continue walking along, and Misson begins to notice the scars all about Zomma's body.

Better watch that one, he thought, I can be careless, but carelessness with this one could be fatal. Misson held his left fist tight upon his razor boomerang, and was ready to use his powers at a moment's notice. He could not let profits get in the way of his life, because then they'd be useless.

IC: Zomma

"Right then," I say, pretending that I can't see him size me up. "Let's go earn some moolah."

Toa Tukeli

Location: Pala-Koro
Currently: investigating
Interacting With: Kunitu
Mood: emotionless, curious, surprised
 
IC: Tukeli nodded, at first only barely aware that the Le-Toa was was speaking at all, until the word 'attacked' was thrown in.  A portion of her old self seemed to surface as her eyes widened ever so slightly.  Sure, this place was in ruins, but she thought it was just abandoned... it never crossed her mind that it was actually attacked.  She gazed at Kunitu, silent for a long moment before finally speaking.

''...what happened here... and where is... 'here'?''

IC: "Pala-Koro." he simply stated, arms finally folding and not hovering over some homegrown implementation of wounding.

He glanced over to Kunitu. "Rama hive, right? Or was this place Rahkshi too?"

He was pretty sure she'd told him, but... Well, it had to be one of those two.

IC:Drogen

Drogen walked for several hours- seven to be exact -before he left the Dark Walk and entered Le-Wahi's surface. He had sheathed his sword-saw to carry his more useful staff. He found after testing that it was not his smacking the staff on the ground which made it work, it was his wish in his mind that the staff fire electricity. He had learned to twirl it around in a most artful fashion before he reached any type of tree-house area.

But when he carried it, the little ones strayed away from him.

Perhaps better to find a place to sell it. However he found this quite difficult, as no Matoran would talk to him while he carried the staff. But he solved this and found one who would speak to him. However, this one offered no advice. However, he had heard tale while walking that another like him was down by the shore, so Drogen walked to the shore. Though it took him a full hour, he made it. It was a while, but he soon saw two figures walking down the beach.

OOC:Here comes the most interesting thing I've ever tried. My character meeting another one of my characters.

IC:Misson

I was aware when the black and maroon Toa came to walk behind myself and Zomma. I was wary of this one, and even more so when he began to run up to me. Soon, he was parallel.

"Hello," I said to him.

IC:Drogen

When Drogen came up next to the short Toa and the other figure, he knew one thing; neither trusted him. But he also knew another thing; the taller figure, was gutter slime.

What he was due to hate.

When the other one said hello, Drogen said "What is your business here?"

Scum, he thought. His question was for the taller figure.

IC: Skyra

As I had told Cael before we'd dived, I was more than confident I could maintain an air bubble long enough to reach this sunken temple. I couldn't help but wonder if this sunken temple was dark and cramped, I hoped not. 

So far the bubble was holding, I'd been adjusting the size to make sure it everyone could fit plus an Onuzek. Nothing could go wrong right? 

As Cipher entered the bubble and made his little quips I just sighed. "Try not to speak unless you absolutely need to. The bubble will last longer that way." Whether that was true or not I couldn't really say. 

IC (Agni):

Fate seemed intent on not letting me have my first sip of tea of the day peacefully. I lowered the half raised mug back onto the table and turned to look at the Matoran newcomer. I gave him a visual once-over, trying to get a good first impression of who we were dealing with here. The blue-armored villager looked slightly nervous, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. No indication as to why he felt that way, but today, I didn't feel like starting such a line of interrogation over something this minor, especially not before breakfast. So I focused on his words, which gave both Merror and I pause. 

"And you know this...how?" I asked after a second of silence.

IC: Alfon

 

"Right now? Surviving you." I replied, sparing only a quick glance to the Toa. Seemed like an odd question to be asking, considering the purpose of this arena being so obvious, but if this guy wanted to get to know each other before we started throwing punches, then so be it. For the time being however, I was busy looking at the various weapons presented to me, an ugly batch of sharp objects and blunt tools that belonged in the trash. I needed something light and versatile, a sharp blade ideally, so after a moment of examination, I settled on a gladius flecked with signs of wear and rust. 

 

"I'm not a volunteer, if that's what you're asking."

 

By this point, the surprise factor of everything had worn off. I kinda just accepted that yeah, life dealt me a pretty ##### hand, and I had to deal with it. That's not to say I was cool with it though.

 

If anything, I was just about ready to lose it.

 

Still, couldn't do that. Not yet, anyway. This guy looked like he'd be mean in a fight and if this was one of those cliché fight-to-the-death tournaments, I needed to keep a cool head. Awkwardly, I balanced the sword in my hand and looked at my opponent.

 

"So uh...we really doing this?"

(Aparangi):

Not a volunteer...

Aparangi's grip around the halberd tightened. That Kraata-Slime Reveler had really thrown in some random kidnapped Toa into his entertainment meat grinder. He had had a bad feeling about the whole thing since he had arrived here, but this confirmed his suspicions about the true nature of this little tournament. He wondered how the people of the island had let this dungheap continue for as long as it had, but then again he was not from around here. Maybe the disappearance of just a few people would not go noticed on this rock. 

Just like it hadn't back home - not until it was too late.

His mood was starting to become truly sulfurous. He looked at Alfon. 

"Yes we are doing this." he confirmed. "The Reveler wants a show and he shall have it!"

He spoke like a pit fighter would,  enticing the crowd, generating excitement with exaggerated bravado.

And then he added: "I suggest you play along."

It sounded like a genuine threat. But only Alfon could see the look on his opponents face under the hood at this moment. His expression was one of reassurance, emphasized by a knowing wink. They were on the same side here and they would need to work together to pull this fight off.  

IC: Zomma

Huh, another guy just turned up.

"I'm walking on the beach, obviously."

IC: Komae/Beosach

Komae glanced at the Toa.  Was it his imagination, or had she stuttered for just a second? Curiouser and curiouser. 

"Food! Yes, I'm glad we can all agree on something," Beosach cut in.  "So.  Kythera.  These fruit salads - where can we find them?"

IC: Ashiem

Soon enough, Ashiem and her Ussal army temporary contingent of Ussals arrived at the gates of Pala-koro.

"Hello?" she asked, looking to see if there was any gate guard.

IC:Drogen

So, a wiseguy eh?

"Don't think of getting into any trouble scumbag. Or I'll cause you a lot. Got it?"

IC: Zomma

I blink in surprise.

"Hey, what's with the sudden hostility?"
 

OOC:If you want to understand, read his profile. He has this sense if someone might be bad. It's a species thing. Also, let it be known I have nothing against you, but my character must. He would act this way to a skakdi also.

"Why do you care? I can be hostile if I want to. And I can protect myself if you want to be hostile back."

OOC: So ... he's a racist?

IC: Zomma

"I'd obviously care if someone randomly insulted me outta the blue."

OOC:In a way yes. Actually completely yes. Welcome to the real world.

IC:Drogen

"This isn't about an insult. This is about what you do, scumbag."

IC: Zomma

"Hey, I've been living straight me entire life," I protest. "Mom and pops weren't a nice bunch, but they taught me to follow the law yaknnow."

IC:Drogen

No problem here it seems, then.

"Okay then, you should be fine. Sorry for perhaps jumping upon you too soon. You don't know where there might be a forger do you. I have a piece I want used as a shoulder-pad."

IC: Zomma

Well, that was pretty stupid.

"Go to Ta-koro if you want to find a bloody blacksmith."

IC: "Pala-Koro." he simply stated, arms finally folding and not hovering over some homegrown implementation of wounding.

 

He glanced over to Kunitu. "Rama hive, right? Or was this place Rahkshi too?"

 

He was pretty sure she'd told him, but... Well, it had to be one of those two.

IC: Trava (Pala-Koro)

"Maybe both, you know how the Makuta fans attacked this place afterward? Maybe they brought some lizard-bots to the party"

IC: Kunitu

"If I remember the reports correctly, this place got hit by Makuta followers, and then Rahkshi."