BZPRPG: Ko-Wahi

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A vista of Kini-Nui from the Mata Nui Online Game
  • Posted 2013-12-31 19:04:50 UTC
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  • OOC: Woops, forgot about that. Editing now.

     

    IC: Kiara

     

    "I mean to say, what will we do if we get out, they are bound to follow us."

     

    I looked back at the ice wall again. Just in case, I pulled a second zamor sphere from under my cloak, holding the silver and black ball on top of the launcher, so I could reload at a moment's notice.

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  • Posted 2013-12-31 19:15:32 UTC
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  • IC (Zadron)

     

    "Not if they can't follow us," Zadron replied, looking back. The squad weren't visible, the Vortixx having rounded a slight corner, but the sounds of pursuit could be heard. "We should be able to give them the slip. Make it out of the Wahi, something like that."

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  • Posted 2013-12-31 19:51:13 UTC
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    As soon as Taleen made her move, the traveler moved as well, slipping from view as he powered up his Kanohi. The sounds he made became barely audible and he became but a shimmer against the snowy landscape as he quickly approached the estate. Now, all the stealthy masks in the known universe wouldn't be able to conceal his footsteps, but with the guards distracted by the other assassin, he doubted they were going to search the vicinity for imprints any time soon and by the time they did he hoped Ko-Wahi would do what it usually did and cover them up with the next snowfall.

     

    Staying out of the line of sight of the guards as much as possible he approached the inside of the wall, slipping into the soft shadow there and used it to round the corner, and thereby technically leaving the village. Still hugging the wall, he got some distance between him and the guards, and started to move into the drifts as fast as he could without drawing attention to his movement. He used his element to keep any snow that was kicked up in his way from flying up and giving him away. Stealthy like that, he moved into the drifts, backtracking some of the distance he and Taleen had covered on the inside of the village.

    The dark Toa had used the days of waiting in the village of ice to scout out the area surrounding Ambages dwelling rather well. The apartment was built into the ice and rock on the very fringes of the village, right up against the walls protecting the village. He'd gotten a hunch from the sight and during his scouting trips he had discovered what had looked like a small niche at the bottom of the outer wall. As it turned out, there was a back-door there, naturally secured with a locking mechanism, but in the end, it was still a door and not the gates to Arthaka. And it was this door that the dark Toa was now approaching again, while producing a lock-pick from his satchel.

     

    He placed a hand over the opening to the keyhole and created a small current of air flowing into the hole, allowing him to feel inside and mentally picture the lock's mechanism on the inside. A mask of vision would make it easier, but you make do with what you have... he quietly thought to himself as he knelt down and got to work with the small metal tool in his hand. The lock was sturdy, made to withstand the cold of Ko-Wahi and quite complex for the level of tech he had seen on the island. But this was not his first break-in. It took him several moments of slow, delibrate and small movements, constant use of his element to check the position of the pins and close listening until he finally heard the satisfying, soft click. The dark Toa allowed himself a small, satisfied smile, before carefully opening the door, making a habitual check for traps and additional security measures, before stepping inside.

     

    Why no, do come in, I don't mind.

     

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    There was a second of silence after Korero's knock until a voice called out from inside: "Come."

     

    The three Maru exchanged a short glance and Leah got a knowing look on her face. Korero opened the door and as she had expected, the voice that had called them had been their brother Reordin. The Toa of water shot him a little smile, while Korero handled greeting him and the captain.

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  • Posted 2013-12-31 21:03:22 UTC
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    The ice shattered and the Vortixx started to run. Veneras spun to one knee, his staff mounted over his shoulder; sending a beam of blue energy toward the escaping Vortixx. The ice missed its mark, but froze the foot of the second Vortixx. Veneras stood up tall.

     

    He chuckled. Reaching into his cloak, he pulled out a long pipe. He placed into his mouth and lit it. "I'd say it was a pretty successful day, don't you? Come. We must report back to the Akiri."

     

    OOC

    The blue energy is a rapid drop in temperature in the air. Freezing the Vortixx foot won't slow them down enough to be caught, but was meant to send a message: I will find you; and I will finish what I started.

  • Edited on 2013-12-31 21:23:23 by Veneras
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  • Posted 2013-12-31 21:29:25 UTC
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  • Ic: "No-can-do," the special forces sergeant declared. He wasn't in the mood to have his directive impeded upon by a native toa and didn't much care what Veneras just did; there was a code-red of two Vortixx and they had to be brought to justice. "The day is not successful until we finish this. And unless your head's been stuck in an ice block, Veneras, you'd know Matoro is dead. Intrusions are not being taken lightly. Stand aside if you won't assist."

     

    With a nod to one of the fusiliers the launcher pelted the ice wall that blocked the path of pursuit and blew it up, opening the way to chase the Vortixx. The sarge gestured for his squad to follow him as he passed Veneras and Officer Mirren.

     

    Ooc: On the note of ice walls, it's not exactly clear to me where the walls are and such since those lines have been blurred by all accounts. So I'm just ignoring whatever walls there are now. :P Makes things easier that way.

  • Edited on 2013-12-31 22:15:47 by EmperorWhenua
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  • Posted 2013-12-31 22:53:52 UTC
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    Matoro is dead? Veneras thought to himself quickly. He knew he had been in meditation for a few years, but he didn't know things were this serious. JUSTICE the word stung in his head as he moved his thumb over his pipe the embers froze over instantly. "Never shall it be said that I stood in the way of Justice!"

     

    Veneras was a quick runner; as he did not bear much armor he was able to maneuver quickly and with ease. It was not long before he was past the aforementioned guards and continued down the dark passage ways. "When I catch them" he thought, "they will see just how cold Justice truly is."

  • Edited on 2013-12-31 22:54:43 by Veneras
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  • Posted 2014-01-01 01:35:39 UTC
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  • IC (Korero)

     

    Korero, making sure to be respectful, greeted the Captain first.

     

    "Captain Korzaa," he said, with a slight tip of his head and a cordial smile. "Pleasure to meet you at last."

     

    He turned his head to his Toa-brother, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards a little.

     

    "Reordin," he addressed the Maru of Ice. "It's been too long."

     

    He looked between the two of them, his gaze alternating over the pair of Toa as he spoke so as to share his attention equally between them.

     

    "I wish this meeting were under happier circumstances, and I'm very sorry for your...and Ko-Koro's...loss," he said sincerely. The Toa of Air was articulate, his voice smooth and measured; quite different from, but not without hints of, the inquisitive and chirpy Ko-Matoran he had once been. "If our arrival here needs explaining, then all you need to know is that we heard the unfortunate news from Akiri Kongu and thought our presence here could help deal with any tensions or incidents that may arise."

     

    His hands moved a little as he spoke, flowing gestures matching the rise and fall of his voice, as though he was guiding the words as a conductor might do an orchestra.

     

    "For now, though, Ambages has requested our presence at the cells."

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  • Posted 2014-01-01 01:49:33 UTC
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    Greisk struggled against the rising winds and the increasing cold as he walked inland. He had been walking for maybe half an hour and he almost couldn't go on.

     

    Is there any way we can tell there's civilisation?

     

    Hold still while I activate your Kanohi... Greisk could feel Cyrena get weaker and sleepier.

     

    His vision changed again and he could see through the floor and loiok into the distance.

     

    T-There. In th-the distance. To your left a little.

     

    Greisk's cold-numbed mind had to take a second to remember left. He turned that direction and(through the power of his Akaku) could see through the snow and saw some buildings.

     

    Several hexagona appeared in his vision, superimposed over the silhouette of the buildings.

     

    It's maybe a kilometre or so. I can't calculate right in the cold...

     

    Greisk felt Cyrena slipping away.

     

    Wake up! You need to stay awake.

     

    Greisk trudged ahead. His vision returned to normal: blinded by snow.

     

    After an eternity of walking, Greisk reached the gates of Ko-Koro. Guards stood in front of, behind, and on top of the gates. Behind them, guards patrolled the prisine streets.

     

    He wondered if he had stumbled across a dictatorship, coup, or war. Nonetheless he stumbled forward, hoping but knowing the guards would stop him.

     

    OOC: Who's supposed to RP the guards?

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  • Posted 2014-01-01 06:44:21 UTC
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  • OOC

    Yeah, I have been placed in charge of Ko-Koro's guards. Any questions (about the lockdown status, for instance), concerns, or interaction requests can be directed to me.

     

    IC- Korzaa and the Guard

     

    It had been a long night for Captain Korzaa. A dead body had been found in an inn, his cause of death unknown. She had sent the man to Riaril for further analysis, but doubted it to be anything related to the case at hand. In the meantime, two Vortixx had been spotted trying to escape the city through underground tunnels, and the shock responders had to be sent in. Reports still had not come back as to the outcome of the chase. Very little conflict had occurred, and she had lifted the curfew keeping the citizens in their homes, although the village was still preventing anyone unauthorized from entering or leaving the village. Patrols were organized, men assigned to patrols, and complaints received about an ‘overreaction’. Korzaa felt her actions perfectly justified- no measure was too much to find the Akiri killer.
    At the Toa Maru’s insistence, Korzaa had kept his cushiony chair in her frozen office, and he had returned to it to discuss with her this morning. Korzaa’s night had passed with no sleep at all, but besides her heavy limbs, she still felt prepared. She had gone much longer without sleep, and she had trained her body to be ready at any time of the night, regardless of the amount of rest she had. It was part of being a soldier.
    Before Reordin or Korzaa could begin their conversation in earnest, a sharp trio of knocks rang from the door. Before she had answer, Reordin took the liberty, telling the visitors to “Come.” And act of insubordination, if he was a member of her guard. Instead he was the most powerful Toa of ice on the island.
    The rest of the most powerful Toa on island filed through the door at Reordin’s command, and Korzaa instantly sat up straighter. She had never met all the Maru, and certainly not in the same place. The fact that such a powerful team only underlined the enormity of what had just occurred.
    “Captain Korzaa” the lithe Toa of air addressed her. “A pleasure to meet at last.”
    Korzaa nodded respectfully to Toa Maru Korero. “It is a pleasure to meet the group that has brought down Makuta
    She had known Korero, at least slightly, as a slightly eccentric scholar, and was a bit surprised to see how much he’d changed. Not just his element and ascension to a Toa, but he had an air of confidence that was far removed from the Matoran she had once seen.
    She listened to his words silently as the other Maru made silent greetings with their brother. He said they were there to help, and she was sure they would support law and order, and yet they were a wild card, and an exceptionally powerful one too. She would prefer them absent, and she dearly hoped their presence did not prove necessary.
    “I thank you for your concern. I hope you may prove helpful in our Koro’s struggle for stability,” she said, rising from her chair and stretching unobtrusively. She strode past the towering beings to the door. “Let us obey our temporary ruler’s orders,” she said, leading the team towards the Ko-Koro prison.
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    At the gates of the Koro the guard had just changed, and two fresh sentries stood silent sigil, standing stock still on either sides of the large closed gate, feeling their extremities begin to numb. Each had an identical color scheme- white, with black masks and feet. One wore a Kakama, the other, a noble Huna.
    As they spotted a gunmetal gray and black Toa trudging through the snow before them, they both crisply slid to the side and crossed their spears, sending a signal recognizable to anyone- ‘You may not pass.’ Neither Matoran bothered saying it, but the Hau wearing one uttered, “Ko-Koro is not allowing entrance or exit.”

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  • Posted 2014-01-01 07:13:36 UTC
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    Tarian wandered in the cold. Being a member of the Ta koro guard, he hoped to offer his services after hearing about the death of Matoro. Looking up, he saw the guards. He tried to make out what they were saying to the outsider, but the harsh winds rendered that impossible. All he saw is they had crossed their picks, denying entrance. Running up to the gate he stood and saluted. "Guardsman Tarian of the Ta Koro guard. I've come to offer my services"

  • Edited on 2014-01-01 10:14:04 by Veneras
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  • Posted 2014-01-01 10:05:21 UTC
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  • OOC: Understood, Visaru.

    IC: Greisk Orilva

     

    What? He had walked inland to the nearest civilisation for miles around to be denied entrance? In the middle of the start of a storm?

     

    "I don't know your reasons, but you surely wouldn't turn away a starving, freezing Toa, would you?" Greisk asked.

     

    "Besides, I'm no threat," and it was true. If these Matoran decided to charge at him, he probably would hurt himself trying to dodge. But they didn't know that to be completely true. They might think he was ************ them, or maybe he really was tired.

     

    Best to keep them guessing, Greisk thought as he pulled his cloak back a a little, resting one hand on one of his Escrima sticks.

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  • Posted 2014-01-01 16:05:59 UTC
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  • OOC: Introducing my New character, Chivinix. Here goes nothing


    IC:


    Darkness is something that can seem overwhelming, and for the creatures who walked among them they knew this better than most. This was the case for the being who walked close to the canyon's walls. The canyon it walked through was one few dared tread and because of it's reputation it earned the name 'The place of shadow', a name it fit all to well.


    The being who walked through the canyon bent at it's knees and inspected a corpse. The corpse in question was rather mangled, with it's left leg missing and the head long since decayed past recongnition. What little this being could tell the body had been one much stronger then itself judging by the bulkiness of it's abdomen. However what caught his attention was the weapon still held firmly in the corpses right hand, it was a short curved blade attached to the side of a metal shaft while the staft inturn was attached to a long metal chain with a weight at the end. A long insectoid hand reached down and pulled the weapon from the corpses hand and seemed to inspect it.


    So different... Cold to the touch.


    He held the weapon in his hands for a long time before he wrapped it around his waist using blade to act as lock, shoving it through one of the links of the chain. With it's prize now secured the being moved on. As it walked on it kept it's eyes on the small sliver of light that shone through the darkness. In his mind he knew that must be a form of exit.


    A short time later...


    He stood on the very edge of the canyon staring at the light ahead. While behind him stood the overwhelming darkness infront of him stood the light yet he could see nothing but white before his eyes.


    Is this what the whole world is? White and cold?


    With a deep and hesitant breath he brought one of his feet out of the canyon, then the next. It did not take long for his entire body to break the shadows. To anyone who might have seen this creature emerge from the canyon they would have seen a tall insectoid being, with a silver and sapphire body covered in translucent armor. Behind this creature six translucent wings hanged limply behind it while below it were two long legs ending in bird-like feet. It's head was an anomaly itself, with large black orbs with single orange dots moving around as it surveyed it's surroundings. This form belonged to a creature who had never been seen on the face of Mata-nui before nor had he ever seen this land in his entire life. With hesitation it bent down and inspected the white, crystaline substance that seemed to cover the land before it. As it brought it's hand to scoop a bit of the snow it was amazed by how cold it was yet it did not seem to bother him. With several moments of inspection it seemed content with the snow and let it fall back to the ground.


    He rose back to his full height and with a bit more confidence he walked into the cold unforgiving section of Ko-wahi known as the drifts. He did not know where he would be heading or what he would encounter but he held a determination to know of this world beyond the cavern that had been his entire world.


    OOC: Chivinix is open for interaction.. he is wandering the Drifts

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  • Posted 2014-01-02 02:39:18 UTC
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  • OOC: Introducing my character.

     

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    A small boat, rocked gently by the ocean's wave, neared a small natural bay of ice surrounded by cliffs. A sudden surge sent the boat drifting into the wall, strong enough to knock a small chunk of ice loose to fall on its lone occupant. With a wince and a growl, red eyes opened hesitantly, slowly becoming adjusted to the light. Reaching up to massage his head as he sat up, he started at the sound of objects clattering to the wooden floor of the boat. Glancing down, he took note of the few possesions he had; His trusty Grapple Gauntlet, resting near his waist; his sword, its blade streaked with dried blood and streaks of rust; a simple pack, designed to hang from the waist, it's leather worn and faded from age; his telescope and compass, both gifts from...

     

    He shut that thought off as a more recent memory emerged. The Vortixx ship, the fight... that blasted coward, he cursed silently, reaching behind and just under his crest to tenderly massage the remnants of a vicious bruise. As he began to piece things together, he began to see what happened. With the wounds I got from fighting that pirate, he glanced down at the severe-looking, though quite shallow, wounds that crossed his chest and reached his shoulder, both expertly bandaged, me being out cold would probably be seen as dead.

     

    He sighed impatiently, before shoving his thoughts away and focusing on a more immediate question; Where am I? Glancing around at the icy cliffs that extended a good deal to his left before ending in ocean, while the right had what looked like trees in the distance, he concluded a simple thing. I'm lost again. If Neyra could see me now...

     

    Gathering his telescope and compass and storing them in the pack, securing it around his waist, he grabbed his sword and inspected it, grimacing at the streaks of rust on it - it would need cleaning, and soon. Sheathing his blade, he took up the Grapple Gauntlet and placed it on his left arm, the trigger swinging up to rest easy in his grip, his thumb in the perfect place to activate it. Raising his arm and taking aim, he fired the anchor to latch onto a solid piece of ice.

     

    Giving the line a short tug to test the solidity, however, brought a sizable boulder to fall onto him. Detaching the hook with a practised flick, he quickly aimed and fired again onto a quickly spotted ledge off to his left. Activating the mechanism with a jump caused him to swing upwards to the wall as the boulder struck the boat he was in, breaking it apart.

     

    Hitting the wall feet first and quickly pushing off while keeping the anchor attached to the ledge, he neatly flipped onto it. Detaching the anchor once again, he spared a glance down at the ruined boat below him before fixing his gaze ahead of him, green just visible behind the icy stone. Flicking his gaze upwards, he fired the Grapple once more into a stretch of wall before running in a swing along the wall. As he reached the top, he detached the hook and fired up again to draw himself higher.

     

    After another twenty minutes of scaling the wall, he finally reached the top. Turning to glance down on the boat that brought him here, his eyes shadowed with sadness momentarily. Snorting quietly, his mouth twisted into a small smirk as he faced the frozen wasteland before him.

     

    Rolling his shoulders, Veirath strode out into the snow.

     

    OOC: Right, Veirath is now up for interaction - on the map, he is currently at the western-most point of Ko-Wahi (just above the little island).

     

    Also, I'd just like to say I'm working on Neyra. You'll learn about her... relatively soon.

  • Edited on 2014-01-02 06:00:22 by Phoenixian Wraith
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  • Posted 2014-01-02 05:22:31 UTC
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  • IC- Ko-Koro Guards

     

    The guards did not move. One spoke: “We have our orders. No unauthorized persons may enter.” The statement was addressed both to the freezing Toa and the Ta-Koro Guard.
    A moment passed before the other guard spoke. “There is a small village called Ihu-Koro a few leagues to the north of here. You will find shelter there.”

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  • Posted 2014-01-02 06:51:15 UTC
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  • IC: Greisk

     

    Greisk felt his anger build up. He was ready to fling himself at the Matoran...

    Um, Greisk... You okay?

    Greisk calmed down. He took a deep breath before replying.

     

    "Thank y-" Greisk was unconscious before he even hit the snow. The cold had taken its toll on the Toa, and he now lay unconscious outside he gates of Ko-Koro.

     

    OOC: Hope you don't mind that Visaru.

  • Edited on 2014-01-02 06:52:52 by Norik Of Gielinor
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  • Posted 2014-01-02 20:27:48 UTC
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  • IC- Sanctum Guards

    The guards stood stock still, a bit surprised and shocked that the cold had affected the Toa so drastically. A few stunned moments passed, as the guards tried to decide what to do, balancing duty to their superiors with duty to their fellow being. The left guard gave a few questioning looks at the other guard. The right guard, the one with a Huna, did not return the looks. The finally, the left guard looked at the Ta-Koro Guardsman.
    “The Nuju-Marion Hospital,” he said. “It’s just a few hours that way,” he pointed behind the guard. “If you wish to help someone, bring this poor Toa there.”

     

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  • Posted 2014-01-02 21:56:29 UTC
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    The Ta matoran turned to immediately the suffering Toa. Tarian wore a long, black trench coat that protected him from the harsh winds. "Come with me," Taking off his coat he put it around the freezing Toa. Ta-Matoran have a natural fire in their hearts; Tarian would not freeze so easily. He took out out his pack and pulled out two spears (OOC, I am assuming the guards would react cautiously) looking up asked quickly and authoritatively, "does anyone have a plank of wood? Quickly! Please! We need to make this Toa a sled if I am going to transport him." Turning back towards the Toa he strapped his two spears on either end of his iconic Ta-Korean shield. Lifting the Toa to a sitting position, he was able to lay his back on the sheild. Of course, Toa were much larger than a matoran. He would need a final board or half his body would drag in the snow.

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  • Posted 2014-01-03 02:06:55 UTC
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  • IC: Greisk

     

    Greisk felt a falling sensation as he lost consciousness. He felt warm air blow across him, and felt weightless in the free fall of his mind.

     

    The Toa opened hi eyes. He was in a dark space, where the darkness stretched out beyond. The floor below him was bathed by a glaring light from above.

     

    This isn't real, he realised. He was inside his own mind. Though why it would manifest as darkness he did not yet know why.

     

    The space was completelybsilent. He could hear his heartbeat and the blood flowing in his head.

     

    As three Matoran in the real world worked tl bring him into the village, Greisk explored his mind.

     

    He heard footsteps in front. He immediately took outhis Escrima sticks and held them in front of him in a ready position.

     

    The figure walked into the circle of light surrounding him. The figure was female, and dressed in teal and blue armour. She had a young yet wise face, juxtaposed with a small mischievous smile.

     

    The figure frowned and the smile disappeared when she saw Greisk. She blocked her eyes from the light.

     

    "I don't suppose you know what's going on?"

     

    Greisk was stunned for a second.

     

    "Cyrena? What-"

     

    "We're in your mind. Or our collective mind. I don't know."

     

    Greisk nodded, understanding. Hr was unconscious and was now in his mind.

     

    "You shouldn't have collapsed. I mean, you weren't in such a bad state. I don't know what happened. The cold and your soaked clothes cobtributed, sure, but you were thinking properly one moment and the next..." Cyrena didn't need to finish.

     

    "I did sense something though. Your neurons spiked in activity just before you collapsed."

     

    "That sounds normal. A brain shutting-"

     

    "No, no, not like that. I meant... well it seemed like a major memory was awakened but you were too weakto handle it. I dunno, I'm not a psychologist!" Cyrena exasperated.

     

    "You mean Neurophysiologist. That's the study of the nerves and brain and whatnot. Psychologist study-"

     

    "Whhat does it matter? And how did you know?"

     

    Greisk thought for a moment.

     

    "I seem to have heard it from... someone," Greisk stared into the distance.

     

    He shook himself.

     

    "So... now we wait?"

     

    "Yes. For you to wake up. All this... shouldn't be happening," Cyrena gestured around her.

     

    Greisk nodded. Now he waited for the Matoran to revive him, preferably at a hospital.

     

    OOC: Pointless filler post is long.

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  • Posted 2014-01-03 03:19:00 UTC
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    Shock Guards | Ko-Koro Tunnels

     

    The squad sergeant rolled his eyes caustically as he bore witness to the toa's sudden change of attitude -- apparently Veneras' head was in an ice block the whole while. Officer Mirren allowed the toa and squad to pass him; his job was to guard the tunnels, and his age gave him wisdom but reduced fortitude, so he stayed back and let the flighty ones take the battle forward.

     

    The grenadiers with Patero launchers took the backseat as the more aggressive guards surged forward with focused lightstone lamps to show them the light. Veneras' initial strike served to likely slow the running Vortixx down and the squad banked on that, but they had the greater advantage of knowledge of the tunnel's meanderings. Armed to the teeth and wrathful against the intruders they were out for blood. Capturing the Vortixx was secondary. Peace through Willpower.

     

     

    Ambages | Ko-Koro cells

     

    Peace through Willpower. That was Matoro's slogan, the motto that guided his efforts as akiri and the ethos that he passed to his Hand and the suspended scribe, Jaa. As Ambages made his way to the cells he thought about those words and the philosophy behind them.

     

    The cells were deep below the citadel of the Sanctum, accessible only by spiral staircases from one of the hallways connected to the great halls. There were ventilation shafts but they were direct, diagonal and long chutes from the chasm's expanse to the cells themselves -- escape was nigh impossible with only the one way out. The village was proud that while their Guard force was not as great or mighty than Ta-Koro's military at least their prison system was ten times more secure than the firespitter's. The Hand's pace was slow and deliberate as he descended down the five hundred steps of the winding staircase, taking the time to think his next steps through.

     

    Jaa would be in one of the cells below, watched over by a trio of guards always stationed below and took turns on duty. Sanctum Guards were famous for their diligence -- they could stare at something for a day or two without so much as twitching a finger. Jaa was observed very carefully despite his obvious incapability to do much more than write and recite. Chances are he was pleading his innocence all the while -- no, wait, he knew how futile it would be to plead his case to the guards. Only a judgement call could alter the state of his lodging. Ambages would be the judge of that.

     

    The architect knew one thing for certain: He was not responsible for Matoro's assassination. That could mean anything, though. It could mean Jaa was the murderer, or that Aurelia grew impatient, or that Caerus deemed Matoro a threat, or that Puroruk was in greater league with Po-Koro, or that some other force was against Ko-Koro -- it could even mean Ambages was next to be killed. Ko-Koro had gotten a record of losing its heads of state. Unlike both Nuju and Matoro, though, Ambages had greater failsafes. He was not sure of his safety but at least he could defend himself.

     

    Things had become very real for the architect, whether he knew it or not. Others were suspicious of him, deeply resentful even, and wary of his rise to power. News of the Peers was leaking out and it was being heralded by the nervous glares given. Even as Ambages descended with crafted care his own paranoia of the future rose -- he was being judged himself.

     

    Finally he reached the bottom and knocked on the security door. One of the guards opened a peephole, saw that it was him and opened the way for the Hand to advance further down a hallway and into the holding area. Each cell was a small, round room carved into the ice with thick walls on all sides, save for the narrow doorway sealed by steel bars. Jaa was one of three inmates in the system but there was no conversation occurring; doubtless all words that could be said were already said, leaving only the sound of silence to reign, and in the depths such as those the silence was a deafening cry to the untrained. Nobody stirred even when Ambages entered and he was fine with that.

     

    One of the guards followed him as he stepped up to Jaa's cell and placed a seat behind the Hand, which Ambages took with a gracious wave and then stared at Jaa.

     

    "What's the deal, Ambages?" the disgraced scribe asked after a long moment of pause. "What took you so long to come visit me?"

     

    "I'll be frank, friend," Ambages replied. "Things aren't looking good for you. We don't have a killer, we don't have much of a crime scene, we don't have much evidence. There are... theories, though..."

     

    "I'm one, aren't I?" Jaa asked.

     

    "Yes. As am I. And so is Hewkii." They reflected on that, mentally thinking of the possibilities inferred by those theories. Ambages broke the tension with a simple question: "Did you do it?"

     

    "No!" Jaa decried the notion. "Matoro was my best friend! I believed in him. Why would I ever--"

     

    "Relax," Ambages assured his friend. "I'm not sentencing you here and now. But toa Leah Maru and a few others are coming down here this moment. They will settle this once and for all. If you pass her test you will be free."

     

    "Test?" Jaa squeaked. "... And if I fail?"

     

    "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it," Ambages said and stood up.

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    Veneras continued running down the halls, his heart-light blinking rabidly. He had first come to these tunnels to mediate after the death of Nuju. He knew these tunnels well. They had served as his home; his place of thought and philosophy. His initial defense rested on nothing but suspicion. He had no idea the gravity of the crimes attributed to the intruders. He cursed himself for not running immediately.

    Veneras kept his eyes on the ground. As I said, he knew these tunnels. The Vortixx footprints were distinct from that of the matoran miners or Venaras' own. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped. Veneras slid to a halt. Looking down a connecting passageway, he caught a glimpse of their trail they thought they could loose me he thought condescendingly. "They went this way!" He shouted back at the guards.

    He knew they must have been gaining confidence. Bolting forward he followed the footsteps, the guards not far behind. After round a corner he spotted the Vortixx, still running. Summoning all of his energy he stabbed his staff into the ground. A stream of ice travelled through he earth, tailing the twin intruders. As the white Vortixx stepped down the ice would meet its mark. If successful, this would freeze the intruder up to the shoulders.

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  • OOC: Thank you William Shakespeare and T.S. Eliot for the two quotes. On a side note, I should probably make my freewrites shorter...

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    IC: Ishi Polzin

    Hewkii and Hafu once again take the Kohlii world by storm in their latest match with Ta-Koro, leaving an all-season high score of five points to one. Since the disappearance of kohlii star Joske Nimil, Kohlii Hall of Fame VIP winner for the past three seasons, Ta-Wahi’s team seems to have lost it’s competitive heat. Perhaps Po-Koro will once again rule the roost of this competitive sport. “There’s always someone out there willing to train twice as hard,” said Hafu when asked about how he prepares for the championships. “Kohlii’s all about enduring the pre-game. If you and your teammate can’t beat personal goals from day to day there’s really no point in stepping onto the field to face anyone else…”

    Ishi sighed, folded the newspaper back up with the audible crackle of old print, and slid the relic back into it’s folder in the filing cabinet. Hafu’s words broke a soft smile across the Ishi’s face the same as it broke a rule about dead men and tales. The walls of the Mata-Nui Daily’s records room were covered floor to ceiling in bolted sliding drawers, and as he closed one all the others gave a loud metallic shudder, as if to say to the informant you don’t belong here. How long had Ishi kept himself trapped in the past? His tawny candle, already a stub when lit, had nearly turned the metal holder into a liquid pond, the wick about the extinguish in its own fuel. Ishi imagined the sun hovering over the brilliant city of ice, mid afternoon light streaming down on the cold citizens in their mourning. Catarix floated near the door like a mirage, his pale complexion suffering from the lack of light, a ghost in his own office. When Ishi turned to look the Ko-matoran would vanish up a flight of stairs to add another article to the growing list for tomorrow’s publication. A steady stream of journalists came through the doors, several Ishi remembered from his earlier life as a wanderlust stricken reporter detailing the front lines of a conflict against an irrepressible evil.

    A strange sense of nostalgia overwhelmed the Po-matoran. Here were the annals of the dead, the records of the famous, the stories of the mundane activities of day to day living. How long was it since Ishi had removed himself from the world? When did he choose to live outside reality, a lurker on the boundaries of those he cherished, unable to touch their lives directly? He closed his eyes, leaning back against a wall of files as he tried to remember what work had been like. Visions swam, melting together like the burned projects of a failed wax artist.

    Who was Ishi Polzin?

    “What about Onewa’s death then,” Ishi murmured as he pulled himself back on topic, skipping closer to the present time and yanking the drawer open on its caster wheels. History spluttered dust and the occasional two dimensional bug as Ishi removed paper after paper, his single orange eye appraising the headlines for any articles of value.

    …Despite being unable to remove the parakuka on their backs, the turaga return to their villages and the warm welcome of their people after containment in Pala-Koro under the watchful gaze of Madhrik, leader of the Island Liberation Front. Of the many speeches given upon their returning, Turaga Vakama spoke eloquently about the past and the future, “Sometimes, there are hardships and trials for which we know not the cause or reason. It is in these moments we must unite in our faith of the Great Spirit and accept our duties to endure what has been placed upon us… Walk in the light. Always in the light.”

    A short time later in history:

    …Turaga Onewa passed away yesterday afternoon, authorities pointing to the parakuka having sucked the life out of its host and now attached to a ta-matoran Onewa had recently welcomed into Po-Koro. Likewise, the other respected leaders of each koro have been found deceased in differing manners. The killers are unknown, though it is believed to have been enacted by a coordinated group effort…”

    “Now we’re talking.” Reading further his eye grew wide with a dawning comprehension made possible by Ahkmou’s personal record. Following his intuition, Ishi searched for a mention of Ahkmou’s death in later papers. The time difference was days.

    “Of course,” Ishi murmured excitedly, “because if he was afraid to be found with… Oh. Oh!”

    As if a kaleidoscope of riddles suddenly vanished, Ishi beheld the secret web in a dazzling moment of clarity. Onewa’s death, the Atheist in Ahkmou’s past, and a wanted poster published by Akiri Hewkii soon after becoming leader of Po-Koro all fit together with a sudden light of disillusionment in Ishi’s mind.

    He stole the kanohi komau. Stole it straight from the dead face of a murdered turaga, and then had to find a place to hide it, Ishi thought to himself as he allowed himself a sly smile of success. It quickly morphed into something wry. Excellently played Ahkmou. Now you’re dead.

    ~

    Candle blown out, files closed, and door locked, Ishi returned the key to Catarix. The ko-matoran set aside his work with a shrewd smile, the pen rolling a short distance across the desk until it bumped into the inkwell. Ishi looked at the line of black momentarily, enjoying how the ink curved against the wood’s grain.

    “I trust your time was well spent.”

    “Seems so,” Ishi replied with a nod as he looked back at the editor. “Your writers are truly exceptional documentarians.”

    Catarix walked around the wide desk, his footsteps balanced and precise. Moving a hand in a low gesture toward the door he said, “allow me,” and the two matoran stepped onto the small, uncovered porch of the Mata-Nui Daily branch office, a chill afternoon wind causing the foreigner to shudder softly in his gray lava eel coat.

    “Well then, thanks for the help,” he said and went to step down the two stairs to the street.

    “Anytime. Oh, before I forget, how is Nakumiir?”

    “She’s,” Ishi started, stopping abruptly when he realized the trap. Catarix let out a soft whistle and dramatically gave a few slow claps, his pale eyes filled with a disappointed sense of satisfaction.

    “So this is what you became. Some apotheosis indeed.” Catarix chided as he held the door with a foot. “I always wondered… Why don’t we talk upstairs?”

    ~

    The third floor of the branch office was a small studio apartment, a half dome of glass giving a panoramic view of Ko-Koro. The room was warmer than the lower floors, and the walls not revealing the world were paneled in old growth timber. Pots of flowers lingered on stands like hazardous traps. A particularly large carnivorous plant sat in a corner. Catarix made a pot of tea in silence; Ishi was left to observe the surrounding city as he had in earlier years.

    “The citadel,” he said, breaking the silence, “how many toa did they use to create it?”

    Catarix scratched his brow. “Somewhere around thirty for the ground work, if I remember right. They did the sculptures the traditional way however. Po-Koro can keep their stone. We have the ice. Now, enough small talk. Where have you been for the past thirty years?” Catarix eyed Ishi like an improper use of a conjunction as he set a tea tray on a small table by the glass wall.

    “I figured you’d ask that,” Ishi said. “I’ve been unavailable - thank you - until recently.”

    “Any chance you can make more of a story out of that sentence,” Catarix asked with a frown. Ishi shook his head and sipped the cup of buttered tea. The tea was slick down his throat, and immediately began to warm his chilled body.

    “I had a change in career.”

    “You speak in ever increasing riddles. You didn’t become a jester all of a sudden did you?”

    Ishi shook his head and chuckled. “No.”

    “Well then?”

    “You still as tight lipped as you were?”

    “Are you calling me a squealer?”

    They looked at each other, Ishi’s blue and orange eye staring directly into the icy field of Catarix’s soul. “No, I guess not.

    “Look, Catarix, what you’re asking I’m not even sure I have an answer to. Those years were… Hazy, especially when I look back on them. It feels like, I don’t know, almost as if the world moved forward faster than I did. I can’t explain…”

    “Alright, alright. What, then, made you disappear?”

    “Always the reporter asking the questions.”

    “You’re a reporter too.”

    “Was a reporter,” Ishi stressed before continuing on, “I suppose you’re right about that though. My job with the paper really influenced how I look at things today.” He scratched his lip. “I’m always asking questions, always prying for answers. For example, how could you tell it was me?”

    Catarix stared out at the city for a long time. Finally, he answered. “The same way I can tell a good writer from a bad one: gut feeling. You acted similar to my memories of you all those years ago. You’re suave. You’re slippery. The grace chips haven’t fallen in your favor, and your face is different, but that orange eye gave it all away. You’re too much of a gambler Ishi, and that eye of yours was screaming to me you’re in high stakes.”

    Ishi frowned. Was he so easily caught by an old friend, even after all that had happened? He listened as Catarix went on.

    “You’ve got to lose the curious persona, Ishi. You’re still too much of a journalist and it’s a red flag to anyone in the profession: warning, this man wants to write a column. I don’t know who you’ve become, but I can take an easy guess by how you act it’s not a pretty job.” As he finished the editor sat in a plush leather chair, the cushion sighing as his weight fell upon it. Ishi bit the inside of his lip, but otherwise remained silent. “What’s the stakes this time, Ishi?”

    “My neck,” Ishi admitted, setting the tea back on the tray. “It’s always been that way.”

    “I read about you going to prison in Po-Koro,” Catarix confided. “It was in the notices for members of the Mata-Nui Daily. Don’t worry, I wiped the record before it hit print. Call it an editor’s intuition, but I figured you didn’t want that publicized. Seems you were released on bail three months later as well.”

    Ishi nodded slowly. “Thank you, then. Yes, I was.”

    “You’re bail was paid for by?”

    “I’ve got a generous family,” Ishi lied. Whether Catarix believed him or not went unmentioned. “You’re doing these things for me… Why?”

    “Because of Nakumiir,” Catarix said. Ishi blinked, fully attentive. “She wrote me a letter years ago, begging for anything about you to be erased from publication. Something about your being better off dead to the world than alive and on the run. I met with her personally at one point to get more information, but she was as closed lip as I am.”

    “Did she pay you?”

    “Of course,” Catarix said with a vague altering in his demeanor. “But not with widgets. There’s other ways to buy my secrecy.”

    “Of course,” Ishi replied while trying to keep his hands from balling into fists. “And how much longer will that debt continue?”

    Catarix rolled his eyes. “Oh for Mata-Nui’s sake! Once paid enough I’m silent into perpetuity. You’ll be something I take to my grave. It was a generous contribution.”

    “I’m sure.” There was a pause. Ishi rolled his shoulders and turned away, his temper subsiding. Thirty years had passed. Of course life would have moved on. The world did not stop for one missing po-matoran. His left thumb rubbed against the twin silver bands on his ring finger, eyes lidded while his memories faded away. Ishi cleared his throat. “You’re right, Catarix. I need to let go of my past. I’m not the journalist always seeking for the scoop any more. The ghosts I’ve clung to all these years are little more than fog. It’s time to move on. ‘Doubt is a thief that often makes us fear to tread where we might have won.’ Here,” Ishi reached into his coat and produced what he had originally rescued from the payment earlier in the morning for record access. The Ta-Koro widget soared through the air as he tossed it, and Catarix caught it with a firm hand. “You can have it. Consider it from my past.”

    “There was a writer who once wrote, ‘time present and time past are both perhaps present in time future, and time future contained in time past.’ Is this one of those?”

    “So are these,” Ishi replied as he pulled off the wedding bands and placed them on the tea tray. “And you can keep the past where it belongs: in the dark.”

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  • OOC: Really quick one, before work.

     

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    “I thank you for your concern. I hope you may prove helpful in our Koro’s struggle for stability,” she said, rising from her chair and stretching unobtrusively. She strode past the towering beings to the door. “Let us obey our temporary ruler’s orders,” she said, leading the team towards the Ko-Koro prison.

     

     

     

    "Leader." Leah Maru corrected the captain as the four Maru followed her. "Temporary leader. Not ruler."

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  • IC kriigata

     

    Her feet moved fast across the canvas of ko-wahi's seemingly limitless snowdrifts. Kriigata's kanohi made her body slide out of focus as she moved. From a distance the slender toa of iron was nothing more than a shadowy mirage quickly vanishing behind a bank of shimmering snow. Her right hand was tightly wrapped around the handle of her prize, her mustard eyes relfected in it's surface. Each breath left a trail in the air, but with the aid of her volitak she traveled in silence.

     

    The roar of a man betrayed echoed through the drifts, and kriigata picked her way across the top of the glacier with lithe dexterity. A ridge loomed before her, a shelf of ice separating the the fighters from her view, all according to plan. With a moment to prepare Kriigata sprinted forward and up the shelf.

     

    "AK'REI'AN!" She jumped, body sailing through the air. Jorruk, Adron, and the toa of crystal they attempted to subdue all looked up. In her elemental hands the round shield of protosteel melted as she arced, and as she began her descent to earth it reformed into a vicious looking scythe. She landed in a spinning move, the weapon flashing about like a dervish as she spun around her point of impact, a spray of snow rising into the air with the force of her sudden attack.

     

    IC: Riaril

     

    "Can you believe my luck? Another stiff to examine, and within a period of twelve hours. Oh this is fantastic, Majit. Fantastic."

     

    Those were the words Riaril said before beginning the autopsy of a de-matoran brought by the Sanctum Guard. Now, several hours later and covered in every possible bodily fluid a corpse could produce, Riaril wanted nothing more than a shower, a smoke, a stiff drink, and a certain dashing toa of ice. She settled with the shower and a smoke.

     

    The scent of vanilla and tobacco clinging to her doctor's coat, Riaril returned to her rounds, finding a matoran of fire waiting with a toa of ice. The clipboard on the foot of the bed mentioned the obvious injuries.

     

    "Anything you want to add," Riaril asked the matoran with a disinterested expression, her single eye still taking in the notes. "I'm the docter by the way. Call me Gabel."

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  • OOC: jammy jam jam jammy jam



    jelly

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    I pinched the bridge of my Kanohi, squeezing hard enough to nearly pull the mask off, screwing my eyes shut. I took a breath, held it for a few heartbeats, and then exhaled into a frigid atmosphere that crystallized my breath. Only after four more did I open my eyes again and glance up towards the Toa of Plantlife before me.

    Savina was giving me an odd look, I didn't pay it much mind.

    Another breath, and I leaned against the ice wall of a building that I was positioned near. The streets were mainly empty, not too surprising considering what had just happened.

    What the Karz had just happened?

    I didn't want to dwell on it. Stuff like that was corrosive.

    A moment longer, and then I looked back to the teal-armored Toa with a somewhat forced smile. “You wanted to go to the top of the mountain today?” I asked her, not really sure if she understood the severity of what we'd just learned.

    “Yeah...okay.” Savina said slowly, her normal cheerfulness somewhat dampened. It seemed the news may have been bothering her more than I assumed it would.

    The melancholy note in Savina's normal bubbly demeanor didn't help my own situation too much, but I put on my best grin and hooked an arm around her shoulders. One of us had to be happy here, at least on the outside.

    You're running away. You're running away again. You've done it before, and where did that lead you? Is this any different from the last time?

    The problem with talking with yourself is that you always end up right.

    I didn't feel like listening to common sense right about then, though.

    “Come on,” I said, guiding Savina along the snow-covered street towards the frozen gates. I may have been running away, but that didn't mean I wasn't coming back.

    Savina leaned her head against Tehlin’s shoulder as they walked, the news of the Akiri’s death had shook her more than she expected. She hadn’t known much about Matoro other than his name, but it reminded her of the last time someone that important died while she was in their city. She remembered what happened in Ga-koro...to the one called Nokama...that was the same night that she helped Anthyn kill….

    She closed her eyes tightly, she didn’t want to think of that night, ever again. She hated herself for what she’d done, what she’d helped Anthyn do.

    The gates loomed ahead of the duo, enormous and menacing and made of solid ice that had been frozen for thousands of years. The two looked to either side of the enormous slabs to see the watchmen standing sigil on the wall, motionless. The Matoran looked down at the two coldly but besides the turning of their heads remained motionless, as if they were a part of the enormous glacial wall surrounding the Koro.

    A lithe guard Toa stepped in front of the two, staring at them with an even more cold expression that the guard usually wore. Her staff was held at an angle in front of her, in a defensive position. Tehlin recognized her with a pang- Lurah.

    "What is your business here, Cadet Tehlin?"

    I winced, not so much facially as it was emotionally. I really, really needed to talk to her some time. Ta-Koroans may have burning tempers, but the last thing you ever want to do, or maybe the last thing you will do, is get on a Ko-Koroan's bad side. Keeping things like that frozen up inside wasn't healthy for anyone around.

    And I grew up here.

    "We were going to hike the mountain, Guard Lurah," I replied, frowning slightly as curiosity replaced my discomfort from meeting Lurah now. Guards never blocked the gate, at least not for those getting out.

    Lurah raised an eyebrow, her curiosity, too, winning out over her hostility.

    "Did you not hear? The Village is on lockdown; nobody gets in or out. The sanctum guard are patrolling the streets, hunting for suspicious figures and establishing authority. The killer could still be at large, and the village is weak without a leader."

    "A killer? Lose?" Savina shivered at the thought, despite the technicality of being once associated with Anthyn. "W-We should go back inside Tehlin..."

    I frowned. And then tried to conjure up some more emotional reaction other than just vague alarm. Perhaps it was just because I'd reached my limit, or maybe it was that ever since Ga-Koro, everything else just seemed unimportant in comparason. Whatever it was, I didn't feel the immediate desire to start running around screaming, or anything else, for that matter. Still, I nodded, and spoke in the typical Ko-Koroan fashion, defaulting to habit as I tried to process the implications of what was going on.

    "Yes. Let's go."

    "Captain Korzaa's orders are to patrol the streets." Lurah said, quickly. She stared at the two, waiting to see if they would retreat back into the village.

    I paused a for a moment, my armored boots sinking partway into the freshly fallen snow with a crunch. Technically, I was off duty, and old Tehlin probably would have taken full advantage of that fact. But now...

    Gah, I hated in decision, made me think too much. And thinking never got me anywhere good. Not thinking didn't either, but that was beside the point.

    I glanced over my shoulder slightly, Lurah just in the corner of my eye.

    "I'll do that," I replied, before continuing on. This time unlimbering my spear from across my back.

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  • IC: Riaril

    "Can you believe my luck? Another stiff to examine, and within a period of twelve hours. Oh this is fantastic, Majit. Fantastic."

    Those were the words Riaril said before beginning the autopsy of a de-matoran brought by the Sanctum Guard. Now, several hours later and covered in every possible bodily fluid a corpse could produce, Riaril wanted nothing more than a shower, a smoke, a stiff drink, and a certain dashing toa of ice. She settled with the shower and a smoke.

    The scent of vanilla and tobacco clinging to her doctor's coat, Riaril returned to her rounds, finding a matoran of fire waiting with a toa of ice. The clipboard on the foot of the bed mentioned the obvious injuries.

    "Anything you want to add," Riaril asked the matoran with a disinterested expression, her single eye still taking in the notes. "I'm the docter by the way. Call me Gabel."

    IC

    Tarian, exhausted from the journey may have been a bit delayed in his response "Doctor Gabel, hello. My name is Tarian of the Ta-Koro Guard. The Toa was unconscious when I came to him at the gates of Ko Koro. He's been out ever since. Most injuries seem to be related to exhaustion combine with extreme cold. Other than that, im afraid there's not much more I can tell you"

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  • IC: Chivinix

     

    Chivinix continued walking through the foreboding Drifts of Ko-wahi.. His armor clicked gently as he walked. At first he had been unsure of walking through the snow though he slowly gained his footing and grew more confident. As he walked he suddenly slid on a patch of hidden ice.. As if in slow motion he could see his whole body fall to the harsh ground while he began sliding through the snow. He tried desperately to stop his descent though it was too late.. Before he could do anything he had slid off the side of a cliff and from the looks of it was heading for a frozen lake.

     

    Well this is how it ends i guess

    He closed his eyes and accepted the fate he had given to so many of his kind.. Though suddenly he felt the wings on his back catch the wind.. This was a new feeling for him and he knew not what to do.. Though with the fall and his wings catching said wind he was able to safely glide though he suddenly find himself face first in a snowbank as he came in at a hard landing. Apparently this insectoid being had never experienced flight before despite having wings.

     

    I Leeve!

    Chivinix managed to unbury himself from the snowbank as he surveyed his new surroundings. Off in the distance he could vaguely makeout what looked like walls with little points of light. Intrigued chivinix began heading towards the walls intent to see what kind of beings could create such massive walls.

     

    OOC: Chivinix Open for Interaction.. Insectoid being the height of a vortixx approaching the walls of Ko-Koro.. Take that how you want

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  • IC (Zadron)

     

    Zadron, going on past knowledge of the tunnels, pulled Kiara down an adjoining passageway. If memory served, this ran roughly parallel to the other one...good, he was right. There was a chance that switching passages would throw off the pursuers, or at least delay them.

     

    Unfortunately, they had not been so lucky. Zadron turned his head at the sound of crackling ice energy, spotting the Toa of the same that had tried to apprehend them earlier. Seeing where the Toa's attack was headed, Zadron quickly looked around for - there, a tunnel at right-angles to this one. He darted around the corner, pulling Kiara by the arm, and the streak of ice missed them by inches.

     

    The two Vortixx continued to sprint down this new passage. The assassin's sharp eyes scanned the tunnel ahead - there seemed to be an opening at the end of it, where it lead into a larger chamber. He could vaguely see the tunnel continue at the other end of said chamber.

     

    As they grew nearer, however, Zadron realised something that made his gut drop: the chamber didn't have a floor.

     

    It wasn't a chamber. It was an underground ravine.

     

    Gritting his teeth, Zadron steeled himself for what he knew was the only viable course of action. He felt the spring of his muscles as he ran, simultaneously staring at the continuation of the tunnel beyond the rift, judging the distance. It was going to be tight.

     

    As he reached the edge, he leaped off like a long-jumper. For a few seconds, he was in empty space, limbs outstretched, the dark depths of the ravine yawning below him.

     

    With a jarring impact, his hands met the lip of the continuing passageway and he swung himself up and onto it, taking a quick look back to see if Kiara would manage to do the same.

     

    IC (Korero)

     

    And let's hope he gets no further than that, Korero thought as they neared the well-fortified cells.

     

    After a long walk down a staircase that doubled as a ventilation tunnel (with the temptation to use the Hiko growing on his mind), it was not much further to go before they reached the scribe and the architect.

     

    "Greetings Ambages, Hand of the Akiri," he hailed the De-Matoran. His confident voice gave no hint of the theories he'd heard from Jaller and Kongu. His use of the title Matoro had bestowed on Ambages showed adequate respect, while still making clear that the Toa Maru didn't consider him to be of any higher standing than he had been before the leader's death.

  • Edited on 2014-01-04 09:24:32 by GhosthandsOfChristmasPast
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  • Posted 2014-01-04 11:21:20 UTC
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  • IC: Veirath grit his teeth to keep them from chattering as he continued ploughing his way through the snowstorm that had swallowed him shortly after leaving the cliff edge, regretting not leaving for the undoubtedly warmer trees he'd seen earlier. Khazarni, with all this snow blasting around him he could've been turned around and about to walk off the edge of the same cliff he'd climbed.

     

    Right as he thought this, the place he'd put his foot on cracked inaudibly. Yet, it seemed to drown out the freezing wind howling around him.

     

    Oh, you have GOT- Veirath never got a chance to finish his thought as the crack under his foot broke completely, tilting him into a drop sideways. In his wild tumble into the blackened hole, he noticed a few things;

     

    One: If he'd walked (not that he could've told the difference) only two feet to his left, he would've missed the only part where the seemingly bottomless pit actually met the surface.

     

    Two: Despite the wind above him, he could swear that he heard sounds of something like a fight below him.

     

    There would've been a third, but a crunch knocked his head around as it met a protruding stone, muddying his thoughts.

     

    Though he could've sworn that, as he fell, he saw a Vortixx hanging from a wall...

     

    OC: Hope ya don't mind, Aurora, Ghost, that Veirath, well... drops by...

     

    The 'surface-hole-leading-to-underground' thing is based on my (fairly limited) knowledge on mines and stuff...

     

    Okay, yes, it's based on Minecraft, happy?

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  • Posted 2014-01-04 19:11:27 UTC
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  • IC- Sanctum Guard - Ko-Koro Gates

     

    Talvi and Pakastaa were both relieved when the unconscious Toa of Ice was dragged out of their sight to the hospital. Thank Mata-Nui the Ta-Koro guardsman was there, they both reflected. Neither relished the thought of either abandoning their post or letting a Toa die. But finally that hassle was out of their masks, and the black and white guards could settle in for a few more hours of standing as still as the ice they guarded.
    But it was not long before another figure appeared in the distance, wandering through the snow. By the size, they could tell it was a Vortixx. Both resigned themselves to inform another traveler or misguided helper that no people were allowed into the village until the crisis was resolved.
    But as the figure grew closer, the guards saw it was no Vortixx. It had four arms and bird-like talons for feet. It’s body was covered in a vibrant silver carapace, and probably most distinctively, it had a set of six rustling wings. It’s head was that of an insect’s, twitching mass of mandibles and all.
    Neither Ko-Matoran had ever seen anything like it before, and both immediately felt their muscles tense as the visitor approached.
    Neither said a word until the creature reached the gate of ice. “Travelers may not enter Ko-Koro at this time,” Pakastaa said resolutely, looking up at the towering insect.
    Captain Korzaa - Ko-Koro Prison
    Captain Korzaa and the Maru descended into the frozen bowels of the prison. She appraised the icy passageway with approval. It was just as secure and silent and still as it was supposed to be. The only sounds were their footsteps and the low moaning of the glacier as it shifted and creaked.
    She and the Toa ducked into Jaa’s small cell. She nodded respectfully at Ambages as Korero addressed him, and stood at the edge of the room, observing.

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  • Posted 2014-01-04 21:55:12 UTC
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  • OOC: Would like to point out he does not have mandibles in the sense of an insect.. More like a regular mouth but with sharp teeth

     

     

    IC: Chivinix

     

    Chivinix peered down at the matoran and seemed amazed by their forms. Never before had he seen a being quite like this.. Well that would be an understatement for he had never seen any other beings. Though as one of them spoke he cocked his head to the side and spoke in a confused tone

     

    "Ko.. Ko-koro?"

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  • Posted 2014-01-04 22:58:22 UTC
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  • OOC

    Ah, thanks. No formatting because iPhone.

     

    IC - Sanctum Guards

     

    The two matoran exchanged a glance. They guessed that the insect-like creature was another of those strange beings that kept washing up on the island's shores. Something that knew nothing about the island. Neither wished to spend time informing it.

     

    "You may not enter this settlement at this time," Talvi rephrased the command.

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  • Posted 2014-01-04 23:15:52 UTC
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  • IC: Chvinix

     

    He watched the guards for a very long time.. As if trying to decipher their weaknesses. Though it seemed content in what it was told. As it turned to leave it suddenly seemed to realize something and asked the guards

     

    "This whole world is covered in white. Right?"

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  • Posted 2014-01-04 23:33:46 UTC
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  • IC: (Jorruk Yokin/The Drifts)

     

    Snow. When Jorruk though of the underworld, he always imagined it frozen, damp and nasty. Sure, Jorruk had a couple hundred pounds to insulate him, but still. Fighting in snow, he thought with a shudder, why would anyone? But here was, panting, dagger in hand, trying to keep up with a zealous young woman and his own zombie. Snow got in his boots, in his hood and in his face.

     

    He hurled a rather strong gust of air at the Kru-Toa, to contribute to a battle. As karz, what else could he do?

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  • Posted 2014-01-05 02:02:32 UTC
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  • IC- Sanctum Guards

     

    Another moment passed as the guards considered the question. The creature's voice grated on their nerves- it sounded like granite scratching against metal, and set their teeth on edge. "No," Pakastaa answered. "This island is covered in many colors, but you will have to find them elsewhere."

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  • Posted 2014-01-05 02:31:57 UTC
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  • OOC: Sorry I didn't post earlier.

     

    IC: Kiara

     

    I very nearly fell into the ravine. Stumbling on the edge, I holstered my zamor launcher and sphere, took a few paces back and hit my head on a wooden support beam. I turned around abruptly, noting it's existence, turned around and made a nice running jump at the ravine. I was not unfamiliar to climbing, but I had never quite done this before. Never the less, I managed to grab the ledge easily, and with some force, pulled myself up onto the ground. I looked to the other side of the ravine, my mind stopping to process my next move.

     

    The support beam. Ah yes, the support beam. I pulled out my zamor launcher and fired strait at it, just in time to see a very surprised toa of ice heading through the tunnel.

     

    A loud explosion was heard throughout the tunnel, accompanied by the snap of a support beam.

     

    OOC: Also, wraith, your character should run now.

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  • Posted 2014-01-05 02:49:48 UTC
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  • IC: Chivinix

     

    Chivinix seemed to consider these words before his back turned fully on guards and he walked in the opposite direction.. He knew not where he headed but he just kept walking.

     

    OOC: Chivinix open for interaction in the drifts

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  • Posted 2014-01-05 05:18:27 UTC
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  • OOC: He'd love to, but he's falling down the ravine.

     

    IC: Veirath blinked as he continued to fall. For some reason, he thought he'd seen another Vortixx that leapt across the hole that he was still dropping down, turn and shoot something.

     

    The rumbling he soon heard confirmed it. The crazy Vortixx had shot something pretty vital.

     

    Jerking his arm forward, he launched the Grapple at the wall above the two Vortixx as he passed them, locking the mechanism. The sudden stop elicited a sharp crack as his left arm snapped straight, a few stones falling from where he hit the wall and a snarl as he repressed a yell at the surging pain. Looking up at the two startled Vortixx, he did the first thing on his mind.

     

    "Little help? Bit stuck here."

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  • Posted 2014-01-05 06:43:03 UTC
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    Veneras followed the Vortixx into a chamber. The second Vortixx, after making the leap, turned back and fired over the ravine. Veneras panicked as the ceiling began to collapse. Sliding on the ground he dove under the collapsing rocks. As he slid he grazed the sliding rocks with his fingers, freezing them before the path was completely cut off. Running, he paid no heed to the ravine, as a bridge of ice formed beneath his feet. Quickly noting the intruder hanging from the grappling hook, Veneras created a platform of ice to make sure he wouldn't fall. He did not wait to see if the Vortixx would acknowledge the newcomer, instead he formed a large icicle in his hand. Carefully noting the distance and velocity he hurled it directly at the white and Vortixx assassin. He had hoped he would not have to resort to such barbarism, but the intruders had proven most illusive.

  • Edited on 2014-01-05 06:57:59 by Veneras
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  • Posted 2014-01-05 12:06:07 UTC
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  • IC: Chivinix

     

    Chivinix had been walking for quite some time till he arrived on the border of Ko-wahi and Ta-wahi.. Though between him and Ta-wahi was a large chasm of lava.. Without hesitation he jumped of the cliff and used his wings to partially glide across the chasm.. He had not yet learned how to actually fly yet he learned he could glide though he needed to perfect the landing bit.

     

    And with that he landed in Ta-wahi

     

    OOC: Chivinix to Ta-wahi

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  • Posted 2014-01-05 14:49:35 UTC
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  • IC: Greisk

     

    Greisk could hear voices floating im from above this endless cavern.

     

    "Sounds like the Ta-Matoran Guard. And a doctor," Cyrena noticed.

     

    Greisk nodded.

     

    "How do I wake?" He asked, but he nedn't, because he started to drift away-

     

    Greisk's eyes flew oupen. His whole body ached but at least he was warm now.

     

    Cyrena?

     

    I'm here. Where are we?

     

    Hospital.

     

    Greisk noticed that the doctor and Ta-Matoram hadm't realised he was awake. Fine. Greisk just wanted to rest for a while.

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