Techna: Breakdown

IC-Aclaraung:Aclaraung, after mentally greeting Auress, turned to Honnak, who was standing in the corner. The Glatorian seemed...disconcerting, to him. Something about the way he was watching, never saying a thing. Like a wise hunter, the like of which his father would be proud to battle."Glatorian," he said abruptly, catching Honnak's attention, "Why do you not speak?"

IC: Honnak"Because I feel no need to," the Glatorian replied. He had finished studying the dragon-like being a while ago. Not a Toa, but probably has elemental powers. Might be an implant, I'm not detecting any machinery.

IC-Aclaraung:"Do you not feel a need to supply any information to the discussion at hand?" He asked the Glatorian. "I feel you may have useful information-and do not delude yourself into thinking you don't, all knowledge is useful." He dropped down slightly, fixing one eye on the Glatorian, while using the still-present mental contact with Song.Connect me to him, he thought to her. I feel that he is withholding something that may prove important-now or in the future.

IC: Honnak"I had no other information to add to the discussion. Although, if you have a question, just ask," the Glatorian said. "I'll do my best to answer."

IC: Auress (New Metru Nui, Song's Apartment):Again, Auress was torn between saying hello, or running away in panic. This day was too weird for her.

IC: Equinox 1(Torch's Cell, Tarei)"Torch. Wake up."A resounding slap to the face promptly woke the Toa Techna of Plasma. The two were in a stolen hovercraft, cruising through the Karzahni Magna desert and headed towards New Metru Nui."Gust is being dialed as we speak. I figure it'd be good for him to hear your voice first."IC: Jasik (En Route, ???)After briefing the two Hackers, Jasik had hopped onto his private motorbike and had sped off away from Krahzia, programming the destination into the GPS based on rumored coordinates. Twenty minutes later, he pulled up alongside the edge of a cliff and looked down."Hello, Tarei," he whispered in satisfaction.-Teezy

IC: Krash (Krahzia)"And another sign fixed! They really mess up a lot." Krash wandered away from the 273rd sign to be changed to 'Kra^shzia' and headed to the next. "...I wonder if they think my name is Krah? It'd make more sense that way." OOC: And now, to wait for someone to notice Krash's work. Zakaro

IC: Mars closed her eyes. She slowed her breathing, hanging completely limp.You know you cannot ignore my monologue, yet attempt to do so anyway...Most interesting, The detached voice mused. Further research is required.But do forgive me; I have gotten ahead of myself, It continued. First we shall begin the physical portion of your tests, Subject One.Mars' eyes burst open. They stared into the darkness coolly, not even as much as moving.I applaud your intuition-what an accurate sense of beings' presence!-and curiosity. But I am afraid I will not reveal myself for the time being, One.The matoran suddenly felt a slight pang on her abdomen. Her peripheral vision caught the motion causing it.Something wreathed in shadow cut through the integral armor on her belly and broke epidermis. As she watched, a little blood trickled out of the scratch.One red line now marked Mars. It stretched from the bottom of the sternum to navel-a lone and scarring sign that the torture had begun.And she merely closed her eyes and continued to hang as though nothing had happened.You are non-responsive to Level One injury, Subject One. I might ask why, but I do believe the right to silence is to be respected within the confines of this room...And I shall find out half the answer soon enough, anyhow, It mused. We shall continue further physical testing for the moment.

IC: Jasik (Tarei)Suddenly, a second detached voice joined the fray.Pardon the interruption, brother, but we have a problem. The Techna has been retrieved by the AI. There's a hostile moving in on Subject One's location as we--The monologue was cut off with a quick gasping sound and an "urk" as the distinct sound of a blade going through vertebrae could be heard by Mars and the other voice.You really need better burglar alarms, came a second voice. I mean, really.-Teezy

IC: Zij sent a mental nod at the second voice.Indubitably, the Umbrae said calmly.Goodbye, One. May your existence continue to plague this Eida as it has your love...I do so hate to lose subjects forever.The subject and possessor of the second voice heard no more of the first. Mars now only hung, senses attuned to surroundings and looking for what she could guess to be a rescuer. Even assuming the rescuer in question was not a toy or illusion of her interrogator, she wasn't sure she knew them and thus wanted as good a description as she could obtain of their image.

IC: Jasik (Mar's Cell, Tarei)Whatever Mars was expecting, it was definitely not the dark, gorgeous Toa of Fire/Shadow that walked into the cell, weapons sheathed, hands in the pockets of his tight black leather pants, and singing a tune softly to himself."Well, I took full advantage of being taken full advantage of,I took what I could get, and eventually, it took the place of love.The matchmakers in heaven, oh, they've got a one track mindso in our case, I don't think they'd mind--"He stopped and looked up at the pretty Fe-Matoran in front of him and grinned at her easily. To the tortured and tired Mars, he must have looked like a Great Being who descended to save her."Let's get you out of here, huh?" he said softly.-Teezy

IC: Mars suddenly experienced a wave of discomfort brought by the re-realization that she was clad only in her integral armor. But she only continued to stare into the toa's eyes.Mata Nui, but it was difficult to ensure that her gaze didn't slip to more than that.The matoran only gave a tired nod in response. She wasn't willing to devote any more communication to what still could be an illusion.Besides which, Mars reminded herself, it wasn't like she could do much other than think. And that thinking had to be devoted to more pressing matters.Say, what the interrogator had meant with that last sentence.

IC: Jasik (Mar's Cell, Tarei)Jasik merely smiled a bit brighter in return, the cornflower blue of his eyes mirroring a perfect, almost psychotic ease in the situation. As he moved forward, checking for any sort of restraints by her sides and ankles, his knuckles brushed Mars's bare side ever so slightly. They slid down her ribs with perfect ease as he made a little "aha" noise and unlocked a small set of shackles by her ankles. His eyes never strayed from the board she was strapped to.That was more than she could say for him.-Teezy

[iC: Stronin]"So AI Woman, what type of science do you like?"

IC: Krash (Krahzia)Krash was working on his 437th sign change when he realized something. "This town needs a welcome sign!" And so he went to the nearest person selling lumber, bought some planks for 50 widgets, and headed for the edge of Krahzia. Once there, he sat down, and began to write. "K...R..."IC: Lekar (Outside NMN)Lekar was fiddling with some random gears he had found in his hyperspace pocket. He had construted a small catapult, and now watched it fling some sand a few meters. "Joy." he muttered, sarcasm dripping from his voice.Zakaro

IC: Jasik (Mar's Cell, Tarei)Jasik merely smiled a bit brighter in return, the cornflower blue of his eyes mirroring a perfect, almost psychotic ease in the situation. As he moved forward, checking for any sort of restraints by her sides and ankles, his knuckles brushed Mars's bare side ever so slightly. They slid down her ribs with perfect ease as he made a little "aha" noise and unlocked a small set of shackles by her ankles. His eyes never strayed from the board she was strapped to.That was more than she could say for him.-Teezy

OOC: Modest much?[/sarcasm]Biiigggg post time. I'm about to go for something I've been planning for a while now, but if it's too overboard (don't worry, no other characters are going) then I'll fizzle the spell.@ Hubert; Was there are Hrunja post yet?IC: AMTaOS / Between Testing Areas"Dissection."In short, over the last five hours, Stronin had succeeded in the race against Reet during the last competition. He was now in what seemed to be a waiting room, while AMTaOS focused on other things besides him."Why do you ask? Would you like to volunteer for that, too? I'm sure I can find you an opening if I try really hard. Or not hard at all. Really, I just need to will it to happen."IC: Kinksh / 35 Kio West of New Metru-NuiThe Toa of Fire stood tall before the large circle he had erected. Small, glowing rocks formed into larger glyphs formed this perfect circle, the diameter and radius perfect in every direction. He looked at the lexicon that he was making the markings from, Levacius' personal book on the Matoran Universe."The Circle of Khal'Jir, as the natives of the island called it (before the Rahi it was named after literally destroyed the whole place), is seemingly nothing more than voodoo nonsense. The hours of work that are required into finding the materials and infusing elemental energy into the multiple stones makes it all the more ridiculous, especially when you figure only one use is to ever be made. In my attempts at learning, I discovered these Circles, while incapable of summoning daemons and the like as was suggested, are still capable of proving useful for psionics users and others who are attempting to reach out further with their mind. While incapable of allowing transport of thoughts over dimensions, it seems to allow communication throughout the Matoran Universe. Perhaps beyond, even. Xaiara has gone through many tests - and sure looked good doing it, but that could be her, not the tests - and believes it to be at least partially useful. It could also allow improved elemental powers, during tests of my own. But that could just be me showing off, and helping to prove her right. We theorize it could prove useful for those first mastering Kanohi powers to tap into their limits as well. But we never tested that. I've scribed a diagram of the circle on the bottom half of the page as best I could."Kinksh was comfortable with the Olmak he was currently wearing, but what he was about to go for was more than he could hope for at the current time.Hammer in hand and shield activated in the other, he rose his hands into the air and stepped into the midst of the circle. The Olmak began to glow, and the ground below seemed to shake - that might have just been his head, though. He let out a roar as he focused all of his willpower into manifesting a portal - a portal to the old Golden Hammer base on Spherus Magna, all those light years away.As he sundered dimensional borders, he began drawing from the energy he had previously stored across the circle, as instructed. As the elemental energy returned to him via absorbing it back, he could feel himself strengthening, and his abilities to focus increasing. He could see the portal beginning to open up, as he focused hard on the location desired within his mind....-Toa Levacius Zehvor

IC: Equinox 1(Torch's Cell, Tarei)"Torch. Wake up."A resounding slap to the face promptly woke the Toa Techna of Plasma. The two were in a stolen hovercraft, cruising through the Karzahni Magna desert and headed towards New Metru Nui."Gust is being dialed as we speak. I figure it'd be good for him to hear your voice first."

IC: TorchTime: ~0810Somewhere outside Tarei"Torch."The word resounded in slow motion within Torch's mind like a gong: deep, powerful, resounding, oddly muffled..."Wake up."Thwack.Torch's head snapped sideways, his eyes snapped open, and his arms snapped into a raised position; instinctively, he rolled off the seat and onto his feet, a rush of cold air striking him in the Kanohi, washing away the last dregs of semi-consciousness----and impressing upon his mind the realization that he was not standing upon solid ground. Sure, the hovercraft's floor was solid, but it was neither connected to the ground nor steady enough for a barely awakened Torch to stand upon with certainty. He nearly collapsed, saved himself at the last second by catching his body via his left arm being propped upon the seat.A series of curses ensued.When the colorful vocal river had finally been dammed, Torch turned to Equinox and said in a rather dazed tone, "Uh... yeah. Um, put -- put him on speaker."

IC: Gust (The Citadel, New Metru Nui)By now, Gust had moved back to the citadel with Desdemona, showing the Great Being where they based most of their operations. He was about to gauge her tolerance to people food when the link activated."This is Gust."Equinox set the headset down, turned the autopilot to New Metru Nui, and disappeared in a shimmer of code.-Teezy

IC: TorchTime: ~0811Somewhere outside Tarei, en route to New Metru NuiTorch opened his mouth as Equinox's image began to shiver as if the air between he and Torch had suddenly grown agitated, only to painfully bite his tongue as the program dissolved into writhing lines of purple coding, which, in turn, gave way to empty air.The Toa of Plasma rubbed his eyes and slapped himself in the face. He wasn't dreaming. He slapped himself again just to be sure."This is Gust," a voice wafted from the headset Equinox had dropped, partially interspersed with static.Tentatively, Torch grasped the headset and slid it over his Kanohi, as though he wasn't certain of its existence. If Equinox hadn't been real... Yet, he had broken Torch out of jail somehow. Right? Maybe.Stolid silence punctuated Gust's greeting. Torch had to think hard about what to say; his mouth wouldn't move without explicit commands."Yo," he said finally for lack of any better opening. "This is Torch."

IC: Gust (Cafeteria, The Citadel)There was silence on the other line for several seconds, broken only by intermittent, silent breath that crackled over the speaker."I found Sparx running around outside the Techna a couple weeks ago," he finally said. "He's at my apartment, and it's your turn to bathe him."Sparx was a dog, a member of a K-9 unit that Gust and Torch had worked with during several bomb threats on the Techna Nui. After a long career serving the ship diligently, Sparx was retired, and before he could be put in a police pound, Torch and Gust had cobbled together their government salaries to adopt him. Some of the biggest arguments the two had ever had stemmed from who had to wash their pet; the creature was notorious for its stench after a few weeks without a good cleaning.-Teezy

IC: TorchTime: ~0812Somewhere outside Tarei, en route to New Metru NuiIn light of recent events -- weeks-long unconsciousness, imprisonment, and sudden and unexpected breakout -- Gust's nonchalance brought to mind the contrast between midnight black and pure white. Torch couldn't be blamed for grinning. "That's nice," he said, sitting down in the hovercraft's driver's seat. He glanced into the rearview mirror; no one was following him, and so his grin widened a little more. "Dump cleaning duties onto the guy who just broke out of prison, why don't you? Tell me, when did you get so honorable?"

IC: Gust (Cafeteria, The Citadel)"Since about twenty minutes ago, when a Great Being descended and made me her Lord, Saviour, and Guide," said Gust. "They're pretty big on honor. Did you know they tear out the eyeballs of their victims before they kill them so the heathens don't have to watch themselves die?"-Teezy

IC: TorchTime: ~0812Somewhere outside Tarei, en route to New Metru NuiTorch shook his head, remembered Gust couldn't see him, and said, "I didn't hear that, actually. But you have changed, haven't you? -- the last I remember, the only person to make you lord, savior, and guide were you, yourself, and you."

IC: Gust (Cafeteria, The Citadel)"Yes, well," said Gust, sitting down across from Desdemona, whose wide, blue irises were staring at him curiously. "With Matrapolix nothing but ashes and you in captivity, I had to mature a bit."-Teezy

OOC: Yes. He merely followed Ez.[iC: Stronin]"No thanks."IC: Zaphos"You know, I'm hungry."

IC: TorchTime: ~0812Somewhere outside Tarei, en route to New Metru Nui"That's funny; I thought you had already matured as much as you ever would." Torch shrugged easily; freedom came with such elation as to make his heart soar within his ribcage like a bird singing its loudest. "People change a lot, I guess. So tell me about your worshipper, for want of a better term; do I have to destroy my shrine to you, or no?"

IC-Kal:Kal had finished filing all his paperwork, and was now just turning around in his chair to the jumble of materials on his small cot. There was wiring, a small, bluish crystal, enough protosteel he could do just what he needed, a magnetic repulsor he had to re-tool, and...instead of what he had asked for, a small belt-mounted power pack. Kal shrugged-he doubted it mattered much, anyways, it'd just need a little retooling itself.He inserted Lak's A.I. into the robot's small body. "Let's get cracking, Lak," the Toa of Plasma said, wiping his hands with a small paper towel-any major contaminants could make this into a disaster. He grabbed the belt power-pack, and handed it down to Lak. "I need you to retool that so that it can run on a conduction loop," he said, as he picked up the magnetic repulsor.It was a newer model-harder to retool, but much easier to use. He carefully pried apart the casing, re-arranging the wiring for the electromagnets slightly and so that they had opposite polarity-the field would extend from one to the other, and embed it's edges in simpler magnets in the hilt. Perfect.He then grabbed some of the protosteel-he began to cut and weld some of it, modifying it into the shape of a small, slightly-curved sword hilt, with a handguard going around it, a small magnetic stabilizing projection extending at the emitter end. He debated about adding spikes to the handguard, but decided against it-they'd most likely get in the way.He placed in a small amount of wiring with an aluminum connector, making instead of a push button a small, locking slide switch-something easier than holding down a button for the whole fight. He then inserted one small apparatus near the bottom of the casing-a small gas reservoir, something to kickstart the process he needed. Good.He inserted the hard-as-diamond crystal into its support spars, midway up the hilt, so that it wouldn't be harmed by the gas inside the reservoir-it was needed to help stabilize the emission of the end product of his creation. He then inserted the magnetic repulsor/stabilizer into its spot, wrapping around the space just above the crystal up to just before the end of the hilt. He screwed in the perforated emitter and lens, then welded it in place to prevent any structural damage or blowouts.He then turned to Lak. "You done with that?" He asked the small robot. When it whirred and extended the power pack up to him, he smiled. He grabbed the wires from it, inserting them in through the bottom of the hilt and connecting and melting together wires where needed-much better than soldering them-then put a cap over them, and screwed it into the bottom of the hilt-this would remain unwelded-structural fallacies were most likely to be present near the front, not the aft.He screwed the other end of the wires with cap into the powerpack below, then looked over his work. Making a few small spot welds, then clearing away most of the slag and filing down what protruded out from the welds, reducing his little contraption down to a perfectly smooth apparatus. He then began to burn small channels into the hilt, beneath the handguard, something so that the grip wouldn't be quickly lost.He picked up the contraption, checking it over, and smiled. He spent a few minutes polishing it, before holding the somewhat shinier hilt in front of him-he wouldn't polish it all the way, that would detract any character from it. Now for the test.He slid forward the switch, keeping his thumb on it to make sure it would hold, and hold it did. As soon as he did so, he heard a distinctive snap-hiss, and a bluish plasma extended out from the perforated emitter of the hilt, filling up into the magnetic field around it. He held his hand as close to the blade as possible, feeling no heat though it poured out light. Good-the superconducting loop and repulsors were working correctly. He pulled up a small block of protosteel, tossing it in the air. A quick flash, and two smaller blocks fell to either side of Kal, the insides a reddish colour, a small amount of molten slag around the edges.Kal smiled, deactivating the weapon and holding it down to Lak. The small robot took the weapon within its body, though the thing barely fit."Alright," Kal said, satisfied, "Let's try to find Gust."

IC: Mars closed her eyes. She sighed slightly.Either this is real on some level, or it's illusion. If it's the second-well, darn, She said silently.That's one karz of an illusion....Okay, just stop, The matoran ordered herself.Don't think about him. Don't think about his smooth baritone, his cornflower blue eyes, his perfect armor-...Well, flip, Mars remarked in a sudden and unprecedented stroke of eloquence, and proceeded to open her eyes and stare into the chamber's wall with an unreadable expression.No point in thinking when even her most serious of thoughts could only devolve into ramblings about the physical features of the toa currently unbinding her.DINGMirtue walked forth to the tea-machine. He opened it, sniffing the aroma of fine tea appreciatively, before he withdrew the cups.The toa walked back to the counter and a quiet-as-ever Darkon. Placing one cup before each stool's spot at the counter, he sat down and examined their meal.Baked beans, a sausage, and mushrooms each adorned a plate of fine porcelain. A steaming tea-cup of Earl Grey sat at the far left end of each plate. One fork was on the right of the dish, while a spoon and knife-in that exact order-were on the other.He sighed. An incomplete breakfast-yet this was all he had left, the canned food that he had been able to keep without refrigeration.But it was a breakfast nonetheless.And how could a simple tailor want more than this; freedom to enjoy occupation, books, food, the company of friends, and tea?How indeed, he mused absently.The toa soon spoke a short grace. Within seconds, the pair had begun to eat.OOC: Props to those who get the reference(s).Yeah, Darkon gave me permission to bunny Darkon.

OOC: No objections? Yo, reality, hear ya like being ripped apart...IC: Kinksh / This DimensionFinally, the portal ripped open. It hovered there, wreathed in flame from the energy he had poured in the process, awaiting a curious individual to enter within and find whatever happened to be within. Fortunately, Kinksh knew exactly where he was. What was there was the subject of a completely different discussion. Without hesitation, he strode through the gaping chasm in reality, now confident enough in the process he was sure the circle would be unnecessary in the return trip.What awaited him on the other side was a grandiose sight. Rare woods composed the numerous chairs of what he had entered, seemingly to be a dining hall, until one looked at the far southern side, where a table of ivory studded with diamonds and covered in gold stood high. Chandeliers with the finest quartz and lightstone composition were raised into the air, illuminating the room, and haunting candles flickered their light across the room.In the huge, comfortably padded chair behind that office, sat a tall, well armored and quite imposing Steltian of the Leader variety. He sat there, seemingly unphased by what was happening before him, but Kinksh could tell, even from here, that the titan had never seen anything like the function of the Olmak, and was quite fearful of the unusual Toa who had entered. Especially considering when said Toa was carrying the Golden Hammer itself.His eyes darting quickly, Kinksh noted more minor details of the room. Books lining the shelves that covered the room, bizarre pieces of unusual technologies, a few odd Rahi in cages, deactivated turrets before the office, and massive tapestries depicting the symbol of the Syndicate, that symbol that brought fear to the appearance of the weapon Kinksh wielded, and terror to the hearts of those who opposed it openly."What is this?" Kinksh asked to no-one in particular as he inspected the lavish room and furnishings. Not to be outdone, the seated individual - who Kinksh had no doubt was currently in charge of affairs here - retorted, "More importantly, who are you?"Kinksh chuckled, as the defensive turrets rose up before the desk. With but a glance, he melted them into little more than slag, the liquid metal disabling anything that hadn't just been turned into liquid metal, before being flash frozen as Kinksh absorbed all of the heat used to melt it - and more. The finely dressed individual stood quickly as this occurred, raising his gauntlet clad hand and releasing a wave of slow moving energy that seemed to vibrate the air before him. Kinksh raised his shield, and the energy bounced away in two parts, moving to the walls and then bouncing back, now in four parts, making its way back towards him from different directions, more every time it hit a solid object. Sheathing his hammer, Kinksh activated his mask, opening a portal before one of the energy streams, the other side being directly beside the other being. The energy made contact with him before he could react, and he was catapulted back with the force released by a charging Kikanalo into the far wall, where his form shattered the glass covering of a beautiful painting. He energy, all of it, dissipated the moment he lost concentration.The Toa of Fire advanced up towards the south side of the room, moving up a couple of steps and then moving towards the Steltian. Kinksh replied, "As current master of the house, you have the right to be answered first. So I will tell you. I am the Golden Hammer. The one, the only, and the first. None deny me unless what they seek is an untimely death, and attacking me is the greatest sign of denial asides from death - and none will ever slay me."As the Syndicate leader raised his gauntleted hand, Kinksh raised his own hammer, firing forth a blast of energy that knocked back his opponents arm with a massive dose of force, slamming it back into the wall. There was the sound of broken equipment, and the rainbow of lights on the gauntlet faded away. Another blast was fired to the leaders chest, though it was dissipated by some sort of shield. Kinksh kept firing, and eventually, a shimmering could be seen, until the finally the shield of energy could be viewed as it shattered apart, opening way for another blast, which badly winded the titan.The Leader dared speak up. "I am Uru, the Golden Hammer, and there are not two, so I can truly and surely say you lie. You are not the Golden Hammer, whatever powers and weapon you bear. You are merely an assassin.""The assassins name would be Rinnder." Kinksh replied, and the Steltians eyes went wide. Rinnder was known to have been the best enforcer to have ever worked under the Golden Hammer, and was said to have silenced the leaders of all rival guilds during his time on the planet. "Or perhaps Swuiop and Thuiop, before they met their tragic demise, though they served less sublte purposes than those of an assassin. No, my friend, if you truly knew your history, the history of this organization, you would know a very famous name. A name that makes Makuta shudder in fear. That is my name. Kinksh, the Golden Hammer, and founder of your organization."The way the Olmak Toa stood now made it clear, as the Steltian gazed past him to the rooms northern side, where a huge tapestry hung, depicting Kinksh in the exact pose he now stood at - annoyed and ready to kill someone - though with a Kakama rather than the mask he now wore. It clicked in the leaders head, and he attempted to stand up. Kinksh, having nothing of that, placed his foot on his succesors chest, a burning hot foot that left a black brand over his enemy."You sit here in the back rooms not before paperwork, but reclining like a fattened Matoran prince, in a banquet hall and an office designed as a mockery of what the true leader of this organization should reside in. There is no relaxation, and you are weak. You fell easier than most Turaga I have slain, including ones who were unarmed and without allies. I should kill you now, but you still serve a purpose, Uru. At least, for now.""I am the true Golden Hammer. I am here to put things back in order. To make sure this Syndicate succeeds on a planet that actually has a standing water supply. Now on your feet, before I show you what a lava eel feels like before a Chute Lurker."OOC: And people complain about 1000 word essays at my school. Mind you, at least 50% of them will get at least 10 years in state prison. Which is a couple miles outside of town. I draw a link to the two, but that would be unfair. To the prisoners.IC: AMTaOS / Testing Facility"Are you sure? The scalpels are 100% disinfected, and your chances of contracting a disease are 1 over 9000. It is, however, the exact opposite odds of you getting a lethal infection leading to a slow and painful death."IC: Ezraftin / Housing DistrictThe two made their way effortlessly into the gaping hole that functioned as door to the housing district. Disconnected wires were hanging lose everywhere, sending sparks flying across the room. The only light in the entire area was a couple of glowing red or blue lights, with a pure white light absent across the area. Most of the former housing district was nothing but darkness, however.He raised his hand up, allowing a pale gold light to spread forth over area behind and before him, allowing both he and Hrunja to see where they were going.-Toa Levacius Zehvor

[iC: Stronin]"Except if I were to partake in your dissection experiments, I would die, and you would no longer be able to use me as a chew toy for the rest of your experiments."IC: Hrunja"Rather useful having light as a power."

IC: Gust (Cafeteria, The Citadel)"You, uh...you made me a shrine?" asked Gust, forming a small grin against his will. "That's sweet of you."IC: Jasik (Mars' Cell, Tarei)Finally, Jasik popped off the final shackle and Mars fell to the ground; Jasik moved forward with one step and caught her, lifting her up with a gentle smile."Take a minute. Stretch your muscles. You've been inactive for a while, from the looks of it."-Teezy

IC: Ezraftin / Housing District"Yes, though I can think of a couple of advantages that wielding plasma happens to have..."Gathering the light into a ball, he tossed it at the wall to his side, where it 'stuck' and began shining. He pointed forward."Kranua up ahead. It doesn't look very happy to see us; then again, they never do."-Toa Levacius Zehvor

IC: SongSorry, can't do that. Honnak and I have an agreement. Not to mention, he knows enough about me to bury me if he gets ticked.

IC: TorchTime: ~0812Somewhere outside Tarei, en route to New Metru Nui"Of course," Torch replied. "It consists of a picture of you superimposed over a dart board, a voodoo doll in your likeness with doll-sized instruments of torture, and a copy of The Big Black Book of Black Magic."

IC: Hrunja"Need me to melt them?"

IC: Ezraftin / Housing District"That's what plasma does. Slag 'em."-Toa Levacius Zehvor

IC: Trakuda (Housing District)I hover slightly behind Ezraftin and Hrunja, since my powers are of no use against this... Thing. I guess I could send each individual grain of sand to the ceiling, but that would take ages, and the thing could just drop back down afterwards.

IC: Elirak (NMN)"You know, I'm gonna say it now," I told the two other Toa, "What now?"I thought it was a good question, seeing as we had been standing there for who-knows-how-long. I was begining to get impatient, and things usually melted when I got impatient. In my palm, a cloud of green corrisive gas was floating around as I manipulated it with my elemental power.

IC-Aclaraung:"Alright," Aclaraung said, answering both Song and Honnak. "Tell me your occupation, for one."

IC: Reichenbach, Nikarra> Contacting Nikarra...> Receiving call. Accept? Y/N> Y> Hello?> Hello, Nikarra.> Who are you? How do you know my name?> Wait, I recognise your voice... you're that guy who was on the speakers!> The one and only. But I prefer to be called 'Reichenbach'.> Okay then, Reichenbach. Why are you calling me?> I would like you to do me a favour.> I don't work with Hackers.> I'm not a Hacker. I'm chaotic neutral, if anything.Nikarra paused for a moment, before making up her mind.> What do you want? I'm not saying I'm agreeing.> Of course you aren't. But, anyhow, I need you to contact someone for me. He's quite small, has a weird mask and four arms. Goes by the name Vorex.> And what do I get in return?> You lost a friend, a long time ago.> How do you know that?!> That doesn't matter. What matters is that I can bring him back.> But... he's dead. He got shot. How can you bring someone back from the dead?> I have contacts.> Fine. I'll talk to this Vorex. But if you're lying to me...> I'm not. Goodbye, Nikarra.> Call disconnected.Nikarra thought over the conversation, before walking downstairs. She thought she might have seen such a person near Debrief 1...