BZPRPG: Le-Wahi

IC (Mataiti, Le-Wahi):"A Toa?" Mataiti said. "And... dead? I'm sorry."

IC: Pulse"Nah, he's always been a little eccentric. He's never come back from the dead before, though." Pulse realised that Mataiti had misunderstood him.

IC (Mataiti, Le-Wahi):And he still did."What are you talking about?" Mataiti asked, confused. "Who is this friend of yours, anyway? What's going on with him?"

IC: Pulse"His name is Proditor. He's a bit eccentric, and it now seems that he's dead. Or, undead. Which doesn't surprise me much. Chances are someone stabbed him in the back." Pulse joked. He wasn't aware that Proditor had actually been stabbed in the back."I was friends with him when he was a Matoran. A living Matoran."

IC - Kinika - BioKartHis eyes got wider. Banana peals.Before he knew it, he was spinning. Then, the two front wheels hit the other peals. His cart slid forward at a fast pace, and soon he was riding beside Kirgon.Grasping wildly into his cart, he pulled out a...shore turtle shell? A shell? He didn't care, and chucked the abnormally large shell at Kirgon.

OOC: i would have the cart flip, but that's just crazy. XDIC: KirgonAs the shell was flung at Kirgon, striking the Rahi pulling the cart. As the creatures stopped, Kirgon's cart came to a screeching halt. It took him a few seconds to get the Rahi running again, much to his irritation. Kinika was now ahead, but this wasn't over yet.

Ooc: Oh, they're metal? Odd. Throwing disks on Mata Nui are made of bamboo.Ic: Senegal played the same trick again, snatching the disk midair. But when Kav'Den threw the launcher down, Senegal didn't, instead hurtling the plate right back at the Toa of Ice who shot it at him.While he did that, however, he quickly closed the gap between the two fighters. So Kav'Den had a choice: slammed by his own weapon or battered by his adversary. The audience eagerly wanted to find out which was going to be chosen.

The Toa of Ice curses before using his Hau to knock the shield out of the way before using his ice powers to send three small, sharp spikes toward his adversary.OOC: If that's God-modding I can edit.-Mef Man

IC: " So, er, are we going to start constructing the koro now?" Kethrye said, trying to get the rest of the groupto post.OOC: There goes the Fourth Wall...

OOC: It's his charm!IC: LuxLux took the fruit in his hands, watching Solia leave. He smiled. Like he said, he had to keep forging.He turned, taking a bite of the fruit. It was good, he had to admit.'Well, Zav,' he said, 'Let's go home. We've had a long day.'-Void

Ooc: By shield I suppose you mean the disk Senegal threw back at Kav.Ic: So he's fast, Senegal thought. The ice spikes seemed tricky, but in truth they weren't. An iron rod appeared in his hands and he swung it like a baseball bat, and with the Calix's powers on his side, he easily smashed the three spikes into glitter that quickly melted in the heat. But his swing was far from over, and he followed through with a sweeping blow to Kav'Den's side with the metal cudgel.

The Ko-Toa cringes as the rod slams into his side; sending him flying through the air. Kav'den grunts as he slams into the ground a few feet in front of the stands. Laughter erupts from the crowd as the Toa of Ice stands up, but immediatly wishes he hadn't. There was itleast two ribs cracked, but they weren't bothering him yet.Oh great. This fight's not worth it.Kav'den clenches his teeth before charging in the direction of the being. He throws one of his swords toward the being, intent on slicing through his intestinal area. He yells before sending a dozen more shards toward the being; these a bit more larger than the other ones. No way he's dodging this.-Mef Man

Ic: Senegal remained expressionless as his bat drove home and Kav'Den crashed away. He remained stoic as he got up again, but didn't press his edge as some in the audience wanted him to. He was here to win the tournament, not to kill his opponents. Though based off of the Toa of Ice's vigor, he was determined to eliminate Senegal. He was even using elemental energies to see to that end.Pity.It wasn't an official rule, but elemental powers were discouraged and brute force was encouraged, but right now, it really didn't matter. Fighters did what they could to win, and it was generally accepted that Senegal didn't have to do too much to win, though right now he had to answer fire with fire. He dived to the floor to avoid the ice, one hand tossing his metal bar at the flying sword to defect it and another slamming flat on the ground, generating a wall of metal that separated him from Kav'Den. The straggling ice shards were dashed on the wall while a few made it through before it was erected, though they missed the Toa of Iron and landed harmlessly behind him. From behind the wall, Senegal got up and prepared his next move.

The Ko-Toa looks down at his cracked ribs before looking back to the wall. He starts to ready his next elemental powers; planning his next move. Kav'den sends a few more shards over the wall toward the being, firing blindly toward the being's last direction.-Mef Man

IC:Bijackal strode forward, as did Divan. Bijackal spoke first. "Every being has a unique energy signature and leaves traces of that energy behind wherever they travel. As a Skakdi, my unique vision power enables me to see those traces, and the traces the so called 'Voriki' leaves behind are indentical to the ones D creates. This is a foolproof method to identify someone, beyond appearance."Divan added, "While I was helping Miraul fight D in Onu-Koro, I was able to implant a tiny amount of mercury in his body-being an uncommon metal, it makes him trackable if he passes within a certain distance. I still sense that mercury in his body, concrete proof of his identity. If you require more concrete proof of such, you can have another Toa of Iron sense and extract it. "Miraul smiled in hopeful triumph, and added," My friends' word is added to my own. Is this enough evidence for you?'

IC('Voriki'): "Nnnope! Not enough. How can I tell you're not lying?"

IC: (Kethrye "Yes, that does sound far fetched," Kethrye said. " Wait, your name is Divan? I remember you from Onu-Koro!"He narrowing his eye again. " Voriki is the murderer!"

Ic: "FUS RO DAH!" Senegal shouted at the top of his lungs, slamming his feet on the wall in front of him. As if urged by unholy energies from the underworld, the wall of iron had liftoff as if it were a ball in a game. The shards were again shattered by the mass of the edifice, and the meteorite had a dive right at Kav'Den.As if uncaring of the result, Senegal simply turned and walked away slowly, confident that that was going to be the end of the match.Ooc: It's not as big as it would seem. It's tall enough to obscure a toa and about as wide, but in terms of thickness not so much. Imagine it as maybe ten inches thick. Still dangerous, but not colossal.

"To Karz with-" his last words were cut off as the shatters and slams into his body. Small shards of iron slam into his body, causing blood to fly, which-in turn-causes the crowd to cheer more. "You," he finishes before falling onto his back; blacking out from the pain.-Mef Man

IC - Kinika - BioniKartIt had become obvious that this was no longer about the treasure.This was a race. They both would compete to the end of the island...in this case, that would be Onu-Koro. He tossed a large, ominous-looking splotch of ink at Kirgon, aiming to block his vision.-Kyat - Transitioning (you guys were taking too long)As they walked into the Koro, Kyat glanced around. The fighting arena was around here somewhere.

OOC: Weta and Zand's Armada from Kini-NuiIC: Weta eventually caught sight of Mataiti and Pulse, the two toa he had met at the great temple. Quietly, he and the armada followed them through the jungle. Not long afterwards, they stopped and hid behind a bush. Around this time, Weta felt a group of strong magnetic influenses up ahead. To him, this sort could only mean one thing: another toa of magnetism, and they were in a fight."There are toa fighting up ahead" he said to the rest of the group. "And one of them is magnetic. What shall we do?"

Ic: The audience erupted into jubilation from what they saw as a spectacular display, Senegal slowly turned around to see the damage done. Not quite a corpse but far from a healthy man, Kav'Den's body was a stark reminder of the reality behind Senegal's profession. As the technicians moved in to recover Kav'Den from the ring and try to patch him up, the host appeared by his side and whispered in his ear. "Your value just rose fifty percent. The people want to see more of that, Gal," he said."Tell them there's more where that came from," he replied, inwardly knowing the fine line he was walking."The next challenger is--..." Senegal didn't care. He creamed that man with ease, as he did with the next. Tough men who thought they were the ones to best Senegal at his own game, flavors of the moment that soon melted like the ice cones in the sun they were in Senegal's mind. They bore husky names that only served to make their downfall all the more sweet. Finally, however, an odd name. "--Draeverian Jockiir.""Now this better be good," Senegal said to himself under his breath.

IC TorvTorv whispered to Invisible, "Look I've got an idea, we shape shift into the same person using our Mahiki's and then create twice as many illusions as we could on our own.IC RamanoxRamanox frowned, being a matoran he had few tricks up his sleeve, if only Echelon was pulling him, then Ramanox could pull a Kalama on him. With his own unique flare of course.

IC (Echelon)Echelon would have fallen over with the cyclone, but he used magnetism to catch himself and stay on his feet. He held up a hand as the Undead Matoran hurtled at him, causing it to stop in its arc, and whiz back at Skyra."Death? Dignified?" he said to Proditor. "Hah! There is nothing dignified about dying. You live your life, you make one mistake, and you become food for the Protodites. A piece of rotting flesh, six feet underground - and that is only if you are lucky."

IC: (Kethrye "Yes, that does sound far fetched," Kethrye said. " Wait, your name is Divan? I remember you from Onu-Koro!"He narrowing his eye again. " Voriki is the murderer!"

OOC: You make a mild error in that post-Divan never stated his name outright. I suggest editing so that it reads,"Wait, is your name Divan, as though he just recalled my Toa's name. I'll take it as is, though, for my response.IC:Divan answered Kethrye. " You got the name right. Kethrye, I presume? If I have your name right, then you worked on the case as well."Miraul gave an answer to D,"You'll know thanks to Divan's suggestion-we have another Toa of Iron extract some, but not all of the mercury. Some should be left in your body for further evidence when we get to Onu-Koro."

IC Jokar - Le-Wahi - Following Kirgon and Kinika: "Oh good grief," he said to himself, facepalming as he watched the two race off into the jungle. "Madness I say, madness!" the Toa of plant life shouted, walking after the two. The he stepped on something, he lifted his foot up and looked at what he had stepped on; a large... goblet thing. Gold too, Jokar guessed it was a piece of the treasure that the other two were going mad over.He picked it up, and looked around; he saw a Le-Matoran hop off a cart similar to the kind that Kirgon and Kinika drove off in, and walked over to him. "I'll pay you for this cart, take this gold," he said, placing the piece of treasure in the Matoran's hands. The Le-Matoran then proceeded to Le-Matoran-Slang his way away from the cart in absolute joy, running off with his treasure. "... I guess it was worth more than the cart," Jokar said, hopping into the cart and taking the reins, driving off after the other two.OOC: No, he's not going to play your game. -Jokar

IC: (Kethrye)" Yes, after he escaped arrest I followed him to Le-Wahi and ran into the Island Liberation Front while searchingfor him," Kethrye said, drawing his axe in case Voriki tried to escape. " By some coincidence the suspect had alsojoined group. Took my while to recognize him."

IC(D): "I'm not going with you. And, if you don't mind, I personally think this plot is getting repetitive. I'm staying here. Madrihk, if you don't mind, if they try to make me leave, strike them down where they stand."

IC: SkyraThis guy is good, he can hold a good conversation and still fight me? Let's see how that works. Skyra dodged the flying undead, when it landed Skyra took it by the head and face-planted it into the mud. The undead matoran was now stuck headfirst in the mud, it would have been hilarious if the matoran wasn't a rotting corpse.Without saying another word, Skyra made a fist and send a blast of air. When it hit Echelon, it would feel like someone was knocking the wind out of him.

IC: Knife and Edge crept towards Onu-Wahi without a sound. Time to report back.OOC: Knife and Edge to Onu-Wahi.-The Fearless Leader

IC(Zand's Armada): The vortixx observed the battle. "I'm useless for that battle, metallic weapons are too. Lyrica, you have a whip. Nonmetallic. Anyone with weapons like that should go fight. When the Magnetic one is disabled, the rest of us go in and join the fight. Any questions? Also, Jeni, Warhammer. What materials?""I think it has metal in the core for added weight...""Okay, Jeni, don't go. Mirr? Weapon mats?""Steel in the blade. I could hit them with my bag...""Okay. And you guys, any nonmetal weapons?"

IC: Weta's bow was in fact metal, and he carried several metal objects, but he decided to go anyway. After all, he could control them with his own powers."I'll go" he said. "Maybe this other toa of magnetism will turn out to be a servant of Mata Nui who needs assistance. Maybe we won't be against him. Anyway, let's go find out what this is about!" With that, he ran towards the source of the magnetic disturbances, elemental energy at the ready.

IC(Lyrica): The toa of sonics ran after Weta. She kept her hands on her whip.

IC: When he came within sight of the clearing, he stopped short at the chaos surrounding him. There were a dozen beings locked in combat, most of them toa, and some of them looked in pretty poor condition. More importantly, however, it was difficult to see who was fighting alongside who, and who Weta should support, if anyone. To solve this dilemma, he called down to a toa of air who was the closest combatant to him."Hey!" he yelled "What's this fight about? Toa are meant to stick together!"

OOC: I HATE YOU STUPID TIMEZONESorry but to keep up, I'm gonna make a massive post. I think.====IC: JLJL gripped his sword, now electrified, and faced the lumbering undead holding an axe. It swiped, and JL blocked with his sword. The massive strength, however, forced him into a crouch. As JL was about to launch a counter-attack, the body seemingly got free will, and turned on one of the undead matoran. JL stood back up, amused. Did one of the spirits do it?He continued watching the area, keeping his weapons electrified. Maybe it really won't be affected by magnetism. He turned, and found the others being flung around thanks to the pulses Echelon was creating. To counteract the movements, they needed pressure of equal force form something, or to just be unaffected. Right now, it was pretty effective, so if they were to counteract the throwing pulses, they would need...Air.And to make if ineffective, Echelon would need to miss.Illusion.He looked up, ducked from a flying undead matoran, and turned towards Torv. He headed over.JL: You can cast illusions, right? Well, if you can cast an illusion towards those 2 Makuta-servants, trick them into missing. Especially Echelon - Make it so that he controls the wrong metal-Make him magnetize his own minions if you can.He gripped his sword, and turned towards Vidar, who seemed to not be doing much. He sprinted over, jumped, and aimed his sword at Vidars mask, hoping to knock it off.

OOC: sorry, I'm bunnying the announcer.. but I figured its an NPC anyways and I only use them for dialogue. :PIC: Draeverian Joskiir -- I wish I could write this better...As Kav’den hit the floor, Draeverian’s eyelids, hidden behind their ribbon of leather, blinked in concern. The icicle’s screams were certainly not the screams of broken bones; they were the screams of broken honor. Unfortunately, Draeverian had a strange sense he’d soon be uttering the same primal howl.Don’t get so worked up. You’ll lose if you do.Got anything else blatantly obvious I should know? …The announcer bellowed his voice above the crowd. The toa of sonics twitched at the sound and decided once and for all the speaker must be of the same element to reach over such amplitude of polyphonic discordance as the crowd around. At the mention of his mutilated family name however, Draeverian groaned.“Joskiir, It’s Jaus-kE-rr. Why doesn’t anyone know how to pronounce my name? It’s not like it’s Skakdi or anything.”He stepped lightly around the participants towards his goal. Raucous sound mellowed to rippled murmurs as the lanky, oddly armored toa slid in through the roped fencing his feet never leaving the ground as he moved forward, scraping slight tracks in the bloodied dirt of the arena. He could here the calm breathing of Senegal, like a giant bull waiting patiently for the fighter to begin.Coughing, the announcer seemed trounced by the anti-hero before him. Draeverian had no particularly buff or dangerous looking traits, save his punk studs and the massive -- dare the man think tuning fork? -- weapon on his right hip.“Jokiir came --““IT’S JOSKIIR!!” Draeverian raged. Snickers came from the crowd.The announcer looked down through his mask holes and muttered, “Hope you get your face rearranged.”“JOKIIR here came from the cold land of ko-wahi, just as this bleeding weakling you saw leaving on the stretcher. Perhaps this man is made of sterner stuff? Bets are on! Place them now while you have the chance.“Once again, I’ll explain the rules,” The announcer continued; “It’s simple: submit and you lose! EVERYTHING IS FAIR GAME!! STTTAAAARRRRRTT!!!”Joskiir smiled. Playing on the crowd was something he could do. Playing with Senegal, he wasn’t quite so sure.“I’m gonna do this my way,” Draeverian said slyly.His mouth was a blur, and in an instant, the matoran around were beatboxing his music, their mouths breaking out the most incredibly fight music since the last time Draeverian had worked with sentient beings. The basses slammed down on the back of their throats, creating a reverb hear all the way to le-koro. Nothing could stop the beat, and the matoran seemed happy enough to apply themselves to whatever the newcomer had done. the beats came in patterns of three, the lilting sway of his melody captivating the ring, the bodies moving with the beat, the sweat dripping from the trees almost like a light rain. Musty, flashing sound trumpeted forth as the choir beat trees, sang deep, and clacked their mouths in unison, creating "The Waltz of Death."“Better than their ugly screams,” Draeverian laughed as he swayed to the beat, waiting.OOC: yes, the waltz of death is an original composition.. I'm planning on actually making music for Draeverian to use and uploading it somewhere...

Ic: Senegal nodded in a vague notion of appreciation, but was not impressed. "So have you come to entertain with your sorcery or have you come to be made an instrument to decorate my walls?" A few raucous laughs appeared, mostly from the foreigners who were not as entranced as the matoran were.

OOC: Pulling a freestyle... maybe??Draeverian laughed, bending over as the hilarity hit him."You're the brutal bard? With a voice like that? I might as well have pulled you out of a hat. Your walking heavy, talking funny, like some evil monster bunny. I got one question" -- Draeverian threw up a finger -- "what's your element, 'cause I can't see ya'. And I'd really like to know so I can beat you black and blue, making you sing to my death song. Are you tuned?"

Ic: Senegal smirked. "You're a funny man. A very funny man. I'm going to feel sorry when I push you into the ground in a moment. But didn't you already know? I'm a Toa of Gravity! Watch as I test my powers out. One moment you're standing--" Senegal produced a sphere of iron and hurtled it at the blind man. The impact was tasty. "The next, you're on your arse."

IC: No one seemed to be in Le-koro, Dathros noted. In his mind, he knew this would be the case. Everyone was watching Vidar and Echelon. Very well, other koro will suit my needs just as well as this one. He started to head to Ga-wahi, led by his natural affinity for the sea. There, there his power will grow from.OOC: Dathros to ga-koro.

OOC: oooh.. good lier. (did I shpeall that right?)IC: Draeverian JoskiirThe growth of something was obvious. It's metal. Gotta' be.With a dull whizz, Draeverian moved his head slightly and let the bowling ball of iron fly by, the tails of his eye-sash swaying from the speed of both the object and the reflex. "I love the way you lie," Draeverian muttered; "But don't make me try to reconcile with these feelings. I got two bets on the floor: one for my door and one for the rug that's gonna' tug my feet right off the floor. With a bet at my back, I'm no more than a hack. You got more? Well then you just a brakas, picking at your backside, while I line ride, giving you a hard time, making you sing out of rhyme, aca pela wit' the choir, your face is like a kane-ra, can I scare ya'. Say "RAW!"."The crowd groaned. Draeverian had gone too far with his words.