BZPRPG: Ta-Wahi

Loren- Ta-koro

IC: Having been in midair, Loren simply dropped out of the superheated area. Landing on the roof of the building below him, the Guardsman activated his mask, vanishing from that spot and reappearing in front of the second skakdi, short swords stabbing at his chest.

OOC: Note that attack descriptions do not automatically apply unless you so choose- I do not think you will.IC:Iiasmir leapt back, catching the downswing of the attack, which bounced harmlessly off of his tough armor. He quickly formulated a plan of attack. "Die," he growled, right arm cascading down in a wide arc, the chain blade unraveling and reaching out to tangle his target and simultaneously carve his armor to shreds, leaving open flesh for harvesting.Naturally, the Guardsmen would teleport away*, giving Iiasmir time to carry out the second half of his plan. He had noticed a Ta-Matoran native hiding from the carnage behind a building, some twelve feet from where Iiasmir stood. With shocking speed and agility, he leapt towards his victim and lashed out with his alternate chain. It wrapped around the Matoran's waste, fastenibg quickly and rendering him immobile. Iiasmir yanked hard, sending the Matoran tumbling through the air and landing before his captor. About this time, Loren was prepared to respond to the Skakdi's actions, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the Matoran, paralyzed by fear, held in Iiasmir's arms."Stand down, or the Matoran dies."

IC: Turo

Turo continued blowing his horn. "Somebody's ought to hear this," he grumbled to himself. Finally letting up the bugle calls, he climbed up onto the roof of the building he was hiding behind, only to be greeted with a hostage situation. "Son of a muaka!" he thought. A skakdi (Iiasmir) was holding a Ta-Matoran hostage "Should I attack him? Distract him? Or do nothing?" Hiding behind the slant of the roof, he calculated the odds. "What I would do for one of those semi-automatic pistols," Turo thought to himself. He scanned his surroundings; hopefully that blue super-skakdi wouldn't follow him. Turo readied his balisong and picked up his blowdart pipe. Turo had a choice to make: strike quickly and deadly, or patiently wait it out?

OOC: Somebody's ought to respond to all that horn calling Turo did...

IC Viima

(Ta-Koro, Lavapool Inn):

"True."

Viima sighed.

"Why does this always happen to me?"

IC: Tivanu

Tivanu grinned

"Your just an attractant for trouble it seems.."

IC Viima

(Ta-Koro, Lavapool Inn):

"That's a comforting thought."

IC: Tivanu

Tivanu shrugged a bit as he heard this

"While i may be a thought it is not one i would put alot of thought into."

IC Viima

(Ta-Koro, Lavapool Inn):

"Anyway, I wonder when Orderin will be able to join us. He could be held in the hospital for days, you know."

IC: Veritas

Veritas walked along the beach for approximately a few hours, or it seemed to him. After staying in Le-wahi for months, he decided to leave. Getting lost was one problem. Now in Ta-wahi, he had no idea where and when to leave.

Veri walked to a path leading away from the beach. Time to get something done, he thought absentmindedly. He continued to walk down the path.

Loren- Ta-koro

IC: "Why is it that you people always think that taking a hostage will help? Standing down would be a bad idea for me right now. I have no way of knowing that you wont kill him anyway. Killing you hostage simply pushes you higher up on our priority list. Something you do not want."

Vanishing, he reappeared right in front of the Skakdi, Loren's blades held point first against a pair of weak points in the others armor. It would be hard to tell without being close to them, but the two short swords were now vibrating.

"So why don't you let him go?"

IC:Iiasmir backed up, chuckling. With his free hand, he motioned for Loren to do the same. His other arm tightened around the Matoran, causing him to gasp for breath. The Skakdi just kept grinning."That's where you're wrong. I do not care how high I am on your 'priority list.' But do you care for this Matoran's life? No, maybe I won't spare the Matoran if you stand down- but are you really willing to risk his continued existence on this hunch? Something tells me you aren't." Iiasmir put his blade to the Matoran's neck, letting Loren know that a single misstep would set him off. "You have five seconds to lay your weapons down.""5... 4... 3..."

IC TuroOk, so it was down to this. The Skakdi wasn't letting up, and it didn't seem that he was bluffing. Turo immediately decided what to do. Readying a stack of shuriken, he listened in on the conversation, waiting for a cue, when he heard the skakdi counting down.5... 4... 3-no more time to waste. Turo popped out from his cover, took half a second to figure out his aim, and hurled a three round burst of throwing stars at the target before ducking back down and moving to a new position. "Not all of us Guardsmen-people care for that Matoran's health-safety," Turo thought maliciously to himself. "But we do care about taking you down..."

OOC: As per the request of a certain Eyore- Ehem, player(), and after careful review myself, I'll be handling control of the NPC. If anyone has any objections, y'all know where to find me.NPC IC:The Skakdi was counting down.The Matoran was no soldier, no guard, no mercenary, of that there was mistaking it. He was a shopkeeper, had been since his old man had passed the position down when he retired, and he intended to be one until he had the chance to pass it down himself. But he was still a Ta-Matoran in his own village, and it was a rare villager that had never, at the very least, attended one of the guard's courses on personal defense, and an even rarer one that hadn't been forced during Makuta's reign to learn, however effectively, to defend himself.He was no fighter. But Karzahni take him if he was going to die without a fight. If not the shop, he had to leave some kind of legacy.He was running out of air, and frankly, he wanted to act before he ran out of courage too. Fact one; a chain coiled around his waist kept him from moving far. Fact two; a blade was at his throat. Death in all directions.He felt fear rising again, but this time it wasn't pushed back by courage; it was by pragmatism. In the next three seconds he was going to die, of that there was no doubt. Which meant he had two choices; die a cowardly hostage, or spit in his captor's ugly, wide-grinned face just once. The shopkeeper, bookish by all counts, was still a Ta-Matoran. A quiet, rasping voice cut through the terse, momentary silence."Valar... Morghulis... Piraka."One phrase, one quotation from a book he'd never managed to sell even ten copies of, was all the warning Iasmir got before the Matoran slammed his elbow back into the Skakdi's midriff with all the force the desperation of a dying man could muster. Ineffective in the long term, most certainly. But in the short term? Probably just enough pain and surprise to catch him off guard.And that was good enough.

IC: Xaron

"150 widgets? That seems a bit pricy for a slice of metal...well, a very sharp and pointy slice of metal but still just metal." I rolled my eyes.

"How much would it cost to get a dagger forged, then? Would it be cheaper? More expensive? Would the dagger be pointier?" All very good questions, since I stopped listening after he dropped the price on me.

Xaron, you can afford 150 widgets.

Yes, I can, but if I get it forged then I might be able to talk to Stronin, or whatever his name is. The tablet guy.

Oooh, you're being smart!

This is a rare occurrence indeed.

Hey, no need for that you stupid slug. I can be smart...sometimes...it's not that rare.

OOC: Just in case anyone forgot what Xaron said a few pages ago

IC: Azthran (The Forge)

"I say it'd be cheaper. Not sure. Just a guess."

Loren- Ta-koro

IC: Not one to look a gift kikanalo in the mouth, or let the Matoran die, Loren used the distraction to his advantage. He had moved forward when the Skakdi had backed up, giving the brute space would simply defeat the point of getting into that position in the first place.

Not giving the Skakdi the chance to react, the Toa of Sonics moved his still humming blades again, one going to Iiasmir's neck while the other moved to the wrist of the hand that held the Matoran.

Not today you kraata

Loren spoke, his voice clear, but one could hear the rage bubbling jut below it's surface.

"I said, let go."

IC: Tivanu

Tivanu nodded slowly as he heard this

"Well.. you know perhaps we could head to see him and let him know where to meet us? That is if you wanted to.. could even have Kive-phu stay with him."

IC Viima

(Ta-Koro, Lavapool Inn):

"I'd hate to leave him behind. Then again, that would allow us to track down Surina before she does anything we're all gonna regret."

IC: Tivanu

Tivanu nodded slowly as he hears this

"Indeed.. i hate to leave him as well but some things are unavoidable."

IC Viima

(Ta-Koro, Lavapool Inn):

"Well, shall we tell him then?"

IC: Tivanu

Tivanu nods slowly as he hears this

"Yes i think so.. do you want me to come with you so we can tell him or wait for you outside the hospital."

IC Viima

(Ta-Koro, Lavapool Inn):

"I can tell him", Viima replied.

IC: Tivanu

Tivanu stood up from his chair and with a crack of his back he motioned towards the door

"I will wait outside the hospital for you then."

IC Viima

(Ta-Koro, Hospital):

Viima nodded and ran to the hospital.

*

In Orderin's room, Viima came in to see Orderin still lying on the bed. The sight saddened him.

"Orderin", Viima said slowly, approaching his friend. "Tivanu and I... have reason to believe that Surina lives again."

IC: Tivanu

(Outside the Hospital)

Tivanu waited outside the hospital while Viima was inside speaking with Orderin. With a slight tip of his head he whistled and suddenly Kive-phu landed atop Tivanu's right shoulder and made herself comfortable

"Well at least i know you will always be here."

OOC: Tivanu is open for interaction.

IC:Orderin lay with a quizzical look on his face for a few seconds, considering his reaction. Seeing Viima was deadly serious he began to speak,"If that is true than you may be in deadly peril."

IC: Azthran

 

"Well, can I get a mask or something here?"

He asked Fladerick, hoping to get a Rau.

IC: Xaron

"150 widgets? That seems a bit pricy for a slice of metal...well, a very sharp and pointy slice of metal but still just metal." I rolled my eyes.

"How much would it cost to get a dagger forged, then? Would it be cheaper? More expensive? Would the dagger be pointier?" All very good questions, since I stopped listening after he dropped the price on me.

Xaron, you can afford 150 widgets.

Yes, I can, but if I get it forged then I might be able to talk to Stronin, or whatever his name is. The tablet guy.

Oooh, you're being smart!

This is a rare occurrence indeed.

Hey, no need for that you stupid slug. I can be smart...sometimes...it's not that rare.

IC: Flaredrick

"You know what, I'll give you a special. I'm running half off just for you guys. It will now cost 68 widgets. I could make the knife and mask for your friend here. It will only take a couple of hours. Now what mask would you like sir?"

IC: Azthran

"I guess I could wait for a few hours. I'll need a Rau, please."

IC Viima

(Ta-Koro, Hospital):

Viima nodded.

"That's why Tivanu and myself thought we should warn Akiri Hahli about it. She's the one Surina tried to kill in the first place."

IC: Vezok

I tumbled forward from the unexpected impact of something. It wasn't an impact in the normal sense, not at all, but more akin to hitting a body of water at high speed. The invisible object slammed into my chest, and then I passed through it as if it were made of nothing but... sound. It did no outward damage to my silver armor, but I still felt it. Having your insides mixed up is not a pleasant experience.

Being as quick as ever, I rolled out of the impact over the black rock roof of the building, and came to standing. The Toa had already warped to another rooftop. Now, for some reason, I wasn't at all surprised to see another being, a Skakdi, jump into the fight. He, of course, proceeded to pull another into the fight, quite literally, which prompted an additional person to jump in as well.

To Karz with this. I swear this island is more insane than home. There was absolutely no reason for me to stick around, especially when the oh so brave guard was distracted. A quick glance to the street below, on the other side of the building from where all the hot headed punks were, and I was there. Dusting myself off, I continued on my way.

IC: I slip my first pawn into Oreius' defenses. First blood. (18. cxd5.) "Existence does not equate to physical presence."

IC

"I'm not exactly a philosopher," Oreius chuckled. "I'll just agree with whatever you said."

IC:"That's a good idea, I would come with you but..." Orderin motioned his hands around himself, "Hurry back, I might be out by the time you get back."

IC Viima

(Ta-Koro, Hospital):

Viima nodded, though with reluctance. His eyes bore a sad message of doubt.

"Kive-phu will wait for you outside the hospital", he said. "If you happen to get released before we're back... or if we're simply lost... Kive-phu will help you track us down. I'm sure she can smell us."

IC: Stronin

The Toa of Iron tapped his employee on the shoulder.

"We don't do masks."

IC: Flaredrick*Face palm*"I'm sorry my friend but we don't forge masks here. We're only a weapons forge. Sorry." He said to Azthran." Now, to the knife."He preps a block of iron to be melted by placing the block on his table. "It will only take a couple of hours. You can wait at the inn and I bring it to you if you want."

IC: Azthran

"Well that's okay then." He went outside the forge to talk to Kirgan and Hile.

OOC: I was expecting someone would say something like "Sorry, I'm afraid I can't do that." =P

IC:"3... 2..."

Loren- Ta-koro

IC: Iiasmir got no further as the humming shortsword sliced through the chain attached to his wrist. The vibrations in the blade the simple edge into something far more deadly.

Not waiting for the Skakdi to react, Loren grabbed the Matoran and pulled him away, not stopping until he was several yards away.

IC:As his chain shattered, he narrowed his eyes on Loren. "It seems the Skakdi has fled," he snarled, kicking away his hostage. Coiling one chain and holding the remaining pieces of the other, he challenged: "You can come after me if you want, but you probably have bigger fish to fry." He made off into the shadows, through the alleyways towards a sketchier part of town.

IC Kirgan and Hile

(Ta-Koro, outside Soli's forge):

Hile was bored, like he often was while waiting. He was busying himself by telling Kirgan everything about his adventures. Kirgan had began to listen with great interest, but after such a long time anyone would wish to end the flow of tales drifting from Hile's mouth. He was fairly certain that Sulkua and Feran wanted the same thing.

Kirgan was relieved to see Azthran come out of the forge.

"What news?" he asked.

IC: Toa Azthran

"Unfortunately, they don't forge masks." he told Kirgan. "Xaron is still in there, waiting for his knife."