BZPRPG: Onu-Wahi

IC: Lux - Onu-Koro Lux shrugged, 'I was thinking of maybe heading onto Le-Koro, visit my home. Pick up some more supplies from my house.' He turned to Solia, 'By the way Solia, what happened in Ga-Koro? It seems you have...history in that place.' -Void

IC:Zaveno looked out at Onu-Koro. No matter how many times he'd been there, it never ceased to amaze him. "Well, I won't be long with this contact. After I'm finished, would you two mind it if I traveled with you?" -

IC: Lux -Onu-Koro Lux leaped off the ussal crab, 'Well, I'm not sure about Solia, but it's cool with me.' Lux stared in amazement at his surroundings. People talked about Po-Koro or Ga-Koro having massive bazaars, but this place put them to shame. He was about to say something else when he spotted a Ta-Matoran running towards him, a look of panic on his face. 'Calik, what's wrong? What's going on?' Calik grabbed his knees, attempting to catch his breath, 'Lux...need...talk...you...private.' Lux lifted up his friend's arm over his shoulder and turned to Solia and Zaveno, 'I'll be right back guys. Sorry, I'll meet up with you later.' OOC: I shouldn't be too long, one or two posts. -Void

IC (Solia, Onu-Koro streets): "Okay, see you." she called. After the mention of Ga-Koro, she had felt slightly uneasy. He seemed like a nice guy, but it was extremely personal to her. Another part of her mind told her that she needed to relax, it happened to everyone nowadays, and she shouldn't be so disturbed. She sighed."Yeah, it'd be great if you travel with us, the more the merrier!" She grinned. But deep down she was tearing apart at the memories of what had happened in Ga-Koro. She needed to mask it with some casual chat."So, where you from? Mata-Nui, or some other place?"

IC (Erken, Onu-Koro): Erken shoved aside the rocks that had fell on him and stood up. "Thanks for the save", he frumbled acidly at Chronn and the others who had been pursuing the murderer. Speaking of him... "Oh, you caught him", Erken said, eyeing the now-captive murderer.

IC: "Oh, the same as ever." the toa replied. "Have you found any good prospects lately? My tunnel's getting a bit thin on protodermis."

IC: Isiak Isiak bent down and picked up the stone. He hunched over in his already humped Turaga form, and sat on the ground with his small-bladed staff resting against the cave wall. He peered into it with his lime green eyes and dark blue Kakama, and felt a rhythm, a song inside of it. He turned it over with dexterous grey hands, and found the beat. Beat-five, one, one-two-one... beat-five, one, one-two-one... this will do. Isiak reached his arm behind his robed back and pulled out a curious tool. It was made of pale wood, shaped like a thin disc that tapered out into a rectangular protrusion. It was hollow and had a hole in the center, with cords positioned over the hole attached to its thin end. He detached a piece of shiny rectangular metal, and readied it on top of the cords. Isiak called this tool a Violin. And he played the beat, the rhythm, out into the cavern, where it echoed across the walls for hundreds of feet. OOC: Open for interaction, if you can hear the music.

IC: Mero Kiap - Onu-Koro Streets"Maybe." He shrugged, "But just because nobody has doesn't mean nobody can't."

IC: Chronn "No." I said to Zirul, my tone showing I was dead serious. "You can wait until I am done with him. I don't care if you get your information or not." I grabbed onto D's shoulder, showing that I wasn't going to let him go anywhere. "And then, you can clean up whatever is let after I finish." IC: Kirgon "Hasn't, can't same thing in the long run." Kirgon commented, not agreeing with Mero on that subject.

IC: Shohu idly tapped his table until he heard some music coming from another direction. "Hey! Stop that racket!" The music didn't stop. "Argh, this is why I hated Le-Koro, now in my own home too?! Mother of Mata Nui..." He got up and went in the direction of the music. "Turaga! Why would you be doing this? I thought Turaga were wise and..Well, Matau does this too, but why you?" Shohu was a serious type, and hated loud music of any kind. Only before his sleep did he appreciate music.OOC: Shohu is NOTHING like me, just so you know.

IC:"My earliest memory is of waking up as a Toa in a cave in Ko-Wahi with no weapons or armor. Just my mask and a note that said 'M'. Since then, I've made that cave into an impenetrable fortress" -

IC: Isiak Isiak turned his head to face the Toa, and still playing his violin, spoke: "Hello. I am Isiak. How are you today?" The melody he played was beautiful and elegant, Isiak found it hard to believe someone would consider it anything like what you could hear in Le-Koro. Flutes and drums do no justice to the music all around me, inside me.

IC It was my turn to chuckle. Slowly the chuckled evolved into this gaffing breathing, followed by and all-out laughfest to the point of tears. Exhausted and out of breath I flopped myself into the back of the chair, thumbing the cup in my hand as I stared at it. "Ah Wiremu, why do we do this to ourselves? We fight like an old married coupe; honestly we need a new hobby." For me, the laugh was more of a valve, a relief of my feelings after my outburst. It was the fact that the two of us were so different, with such opposite point of views, that even when we fight and bash each other mercilessly, we can come back and be civil, understanding... he was a true friend, that's all there was too it. And it finally hit me up until now I think I had taken it too much for granted. Now substitute that for "granite" and you had a Po-Matoran joke on your hands... I shook my head, trying to stay serious. Having gone this far, I decided to take another step into the abyss. "You know, after what you said, maybe it's time you left the Koro." He looked at me warily. I leaned in, excited, trying to explain my brilliant plan. "Look, you talked about helping people, and also feeling trapped here. Now I'm not suggesting you leave simply for a vacation's sake; you've convinced me of that one, not to mention your conscience would probably kill you. Having lived here you're whole life you've seen everything, done almost everything... when was the last time you came up with a true original work from what you have around here? It always come from the outside. I mean look!" I grabbed some blueprints, one from his most recent commission. "People are coming here, resources, ideas, everything is coming all the way here for it to become a reality. You feel trapped because simply put, you've exhausted all your ideas. You need inspiration! You need to see what's out there. I mean, Wiremu, I can give you a pile of dirt, crystals, and some random gears and you can give me a bio-long list of useful things that could be made from it. Useful, not just random objects! Imagine what you could come up with if you saw what an actual tree looks like, or an entire Po-Wahi quarry, or the machinery and lava fields of the great volcano! Think about it Wiremu, think of the things you could create to help people if you actually went out there and SAW them for yourself, experienced the island with all its wonders, its resources, its people, instead of locked away in your hut and have people come to you. You feel limited because well, here, you are!" I reached over and grabbed his arm. "Sometimes the rational answers aren't the right ones; sometimes ya just gotta do, not think. You need to listen to your heart to, not just your head." I poked both as well, driving it home. It was here that I gave that irresistible smile of mine, wrapping it all up. "Besides, only stupid people travel alone! Or brave. Or both!" I laughed as I realized I just described myself. "Do you really think I would convince you to travel without accompanying you? I would be with you every step of the way, protecting you was we explored this island. I may be an intelligent athlete, but I have no mind for gizmos or ingenious mechanisms. For every brawn there has got to be a brain!" With a push I slid my chair right over to his, wrapping one arm around him and I extended the other, portraying a mental picture for the both of us. "Imagine, we going out and doing amazing things, having epic adventures, not only inspiring hope BUT ALSO leaving in our wake a swath of useful inventions that could stem the tide of Makuta's onslaught. Who knows, we might end up on the wall." I turned to look at him. "One only gets so many chances; when an opportunity presents itself, grab it, else you might end up living a life filled with regret. So what do you say... wanna dive off the cliff with me?"

IC: "I seem to have forgotten my manners. I am Shohu, Toa of Iron. But you also seem to have forgotten yours. Answer when asked a question." Shohu thought for a moment, and decided to keep up the politeness. He added at the end, "wise Turaga."

IC: Lux and (NPC) Calik - Ussal Stalls 'Missing?' Lux said sadly. Calik nodded grimly, 'I'm sorry Lux. I know Delta meant a lot to you.' Lux put his head in his hands, 'I can't believe it. What happened?' Calik rubbed his neck nervously, 'Rama. She was leading an expedition, and I guess they found her.' 'Any survivors?' 'Yeah, a couple of Le-Matoran. That's how we found out.' Lux stood up, looking at the floor. Then he stared up at his friend, 'Thanks Calik. You're a good friend.' Calik put a hand on Lux's shoulder, saying, 'What do want me to do?' Lux smiled sadly, 'Just do your best. Delta wouldn't want you to kill yourself trying to save her. Besides, she's tough. She'll survive.' He hugged his Ta-Matoran friend and walked back to the others. -Void

IC:Zirual said "It'll be mighty hard to get information if you can't hear what anyone says."Focusing, Ziraul created a silence feild that protected everyone in the area. Except Chonn. Two mighty sonic booms went off right next to Chonn's ears, enough to render one permanently deaf.

IC: Chronn I merely ducked the sound blasts, seeing as they would be tight behind my ears. He made it pretty obvious that he was going to attempt to deafen me from his words. And the blasts couldn't be large, or he would have harmed D as well, and he wanted information. Information he wasn't getting from a deaf captured murderer Toa. "Now, are you going to keep acting like an angry child who doesn't get what he wants, or are you going to be reasonable?" I asked Zirual, clearly unamused by his attacking me

IC: Isiak "Ah, my apologies Toa. I was engrossed in my music, I paid little attention to your question. The music speaks through me, and I am the mouth but not the voice. I do this for my pleasure, for all things have a song in them. That rock there, this is its song. You have a song. The world has a symphony, and I am the instrument." With that, Isiak stopped playing, and placed his Violin back behind his back. "You seem to be a strong, young Toa. I sometimes have trouble with these caverns, do you know the way back to Onu-Koro?"

IC: Shohu laughed. "Young, eh? That's probably not true." He paused for a moment, thinking about the Turaga's words. "I do know the way back...but...something about your words has reminded me of something. Long ago, when I was young...I did dream about finding something of a song...a destiny, if you will. I've heard Turaga are those Toa who have completed theirs already. What could you tell me...of this?"

IC: Isiak Isiak hoisted himself up from the ground with his pointed staff, and spoke. "Ah, my mistake, all appear young to one such as me." His tone turned more serious yet passionate. "The song is everywhere, and we are all notes. I vaguely heard it as a Toa of Sonics amidst the blasts of sound and silence I made with my powers, and always was there despite however loud the world was. I only heard it for what it was when I became as I am now, a Turaga. The Le-Matoran hear the music of their own jovial minds and of their lightheartedness, but I hear all. All things in the world have a song, but I found that I can not see my own song. Perhaps it is because, as you say, I have completed my destiny. You, however, your beats and notes are as clear and distinct as this rock. You haven't reached the end of your song yet."

IC: Shohu thought for a moment. "I should probably take you back to the village now. But, maybe your counsel will prove useful. I have done nothing with my life aside from business and upholding my morals dryly." Shohu began to walk towards the village. "This way, Turaga."OOC: This is fun.

OOC: Indeed, very much so. IC: Isiak "Thank you, lead on."

IC: They reached the village again. "If I could have a little more of your time...we could go to your hut or mine and discuss this. I have no customers today anyway."

IC: Mero Kiap - Onu-Koro Streets"It might prove useful in the future Matoran. The past might be exactly what this island needs to fix it's problems."OOC:Geez, sorry this is taking so long to post back all the time.

IC: Kirgon "I think everyone needs to let go of the past. The Toa Mata have failed, who cares? Everyone's afraid of the big bad shadow. If they just let the past go, and tried to find Makuta, this island would be free." Kirgon explained, showing his belief of what the problem on the island was. "Everyone clutches onto the past, letting bad memories blind them from the future." OOC: No problem, I don't mind at all. Plus, we're going into the mindsets of two interestingly opposite characters.

IC(D, Mirr): "BOTH OF YOU! QUIT IT!" The sound was absorbed by the darkness. Well, not really the darkness, but a heavily textured silence. "Ugh. If I can only think in this silence, I will do it right." He walked out of the silence, stepping in between the Murderer, the Detective, and the New Guy. "You two stop it! We will never get anything done at this rate. I won't be able to kill this guy, Chronn won't be able to 'interrogate' this guy, and...soundy guy...won't be able to actually ask him questions! Just...interrogate him at the same time or something. I do want to stab him."

IC: "Oh, the same as ever." the toa replied. "Have you found any good prospects lately? My tunnel's getting a bit thin on protodermis."

IC: "We're doing reasonably well," said Vade. "Tomorrow, we'll be taking several cart-loads of raw protodermis, ore, and lightstones to Po-Koro, to sell to the traders and carvers there. I'm mainly going to help explain to the carvers what types of raw protodermis they would want."

IC: Joske was certainly making the case for Wiremu to leave stronger by the word - but it was his offer that made the premise of voyaging almost irresistible for Wiremu. Travel companion to Joske, Wiremu thought wistfully. That would guarantee adventures... I'd be constantly traveling, seeing new places and things every day. Not to mention, I'd be with a fighter... I wouldn't have to be so afraid, right? he asked himself. By posing the situation as a means to further his work and spread his ideas, too, Joske was making the concept far more appealing to Wiremu's pragmatic side - or, really, they were excuses that his yearning whimsy could feed his pragmatic side to thereby feel less guilty in taking control. But Wiremu knew that to leave Onu-Koro, without permission, would be an undeniable abandonment of his duty, and no measure of guilt-evasion would be able to scrub that blemish on his conscience clean. "I will join you, Joske," Wiremu agreed. This roused a smile on Joske's face. The Ta-matoran was about to interject enthusiastically when Wiremu interrupted. "If Turaga Whenua can be convinced that it's a good idea. If I left here without his blessing, the weight of obligation would torture me. I need to know that my duty is not left behind..." he said softly. Wiremu averted his eyes to the floor. He knew that by forcing himself to get Whenua's approval, he was simultaneously setting himself up for refusal. Maybe the Turaga will say no, and I'll find the selfishness in me to do what I want, anyway, Wiremu reflected, worried as much by the prospect of abandoning his duty as by the prospect of dissapointment.

IC: "Pleased to hear it" the toa replied. Then on the spur of the moment, he continued "Say, if you're not busy, why not come on back to my hut for a meal. I could use some company tonight" Just to keep my mind off things, he thought. Turning to the matoran at the stand, he doubled Vade's order of ish.

IC (Solia, Onu-Koro streets): "Hahaha! Impenetrable fortresses are always great!" She grinned cheerily as Lux returned to the group, looking slightly less light-hearted than before. "Hey Lux, what was that about? You okay?"

OOC: Was that Joske up there tempted to start singing "I can show you the world"? ^^ IC: Toa Agni couldn't help but stare in amazement at the walls of the cavern he and Valria had slowly walked down into for the past hours. At first quite plain and unadorned, save for the archway that had been crafted at it's entrance, the direct tunnel from Ta-Wahi to Onu Wahi only revealed its very special appeal once one had made it about halfway through. Luminescent plants and algae began to grow at a certain depth below ground, lining the rocks and walls of the tunnels the Onu-Matoran had dug over the years. Whenever a new passage was completed, it took mere days before the first glow of teal could be made out, and within a few months, the glow could even be enough for surfacers to see. Life always found a way to thrive, even the dark underground of these caverns. But what set the highway-tunnel apart was not only that, but what the glow from the plants revealed. Light-stones and other valuable rocks embedded in the walls of the tunnel and brought to the open by the miners were reflecting the blue-green light from the plants, piercing the darkness like stars in a clear night's sky. The Toa of fire smiled. He remembered back in the days as a Matoran, when the first connecting routes between the villages had just been established that this adit had originally been dug as a mine. It was thanks to the Turaga that the mining had been stopped and the tunnel been turned into a part of the tri-highway roads that connected Ta-, Onu- and Le-Wahi, leaving its wonders intact. Instead, the Onu-Koronans had begun with their great mine. It had been months since Agni had last left Ta-Koro, except for the patrols along the borders of the Wahi and it had been even longer since his journeys had last taken him to the subterranean home of the Onu-Matoran. It wasn't Ta-Wahi, not by a long shot and like all "firespitters" as his people were sometimes called, he was proud of his village in a way that only those who shared it as home truly understood, but coming back here, he remembered this homely feeling Onu-Wahi always had on him. And the people were like their home: steadfast and tough like diamonds but incredibly patient, warm and friendly at the same time. Suffice to say, he liked coming here.Now that he was out of the ups and downs of his regular days, his mood was definitely improving. Agni was confident they would find out more about Valria's past and new leads on who'd kept her a prisoner. In thoughts like that and mesmerized by the surroundings the two hardly noticed how the time had passed. It was only after Agni noticed that the light of the algae was fading that a faint orange glow could be seen in the distance, like that from a torch. The Toa knew they were close to the underground village now and Agni could see passages to either side of them now, leading to different parts of the Koro directly. Symbols carved into the walls read "Great Mine" or "Le-Koro Highway". A few moments later, the two travelers emerged from another archway and stood in the enormous cavern that housed Onu-Koro. He could see the huts and low-ceiling buildings that made up the village, divided into two halves by an underground stream and connected again by an arching bridge. Like the tunnel behind them, light-stones made up the majority of light-sources here and gave the village its unmistakeable atmosphere. Agni took in the scenery before turning to Valria. "Well, here we are."

IC: "Well, I can't see any reason to refuse your offer, so thank you," said Vade. He paused for a moment while the Ga-Matoran at the fresh fish stand got the extra order. "So," he said, "shall we be getting to your hut now? That is, of course, unless you have something you need to do first."

OOC: Valria from Ta-Wahi IC: It's b-b-beautiful. She stuttered, as she looked at the village. The light in shone like fireflies, in the distant she could here the hustle and bustle of the market. She heard that almost never shut down, the occasional vendors had to close down to sleep. Wait, she didn't hear that so how did she know that? That was slightly strange to her, but in some ways in made her feel giddy, her memories were returning to her. She was lost in thought, as she looked over the village. OOC: I'm thinking a trip to the local Turaga might help, Vezok. That or they go to the marketplace.

IC: Isiak Isiak nodded, and smiled. "I would love to. Your hut will do fine to ask whatever questions you may want to."

IC: Kethrye: " We take the murderer back to Onu-Koro, He stands trialthere, we interrogate him and then we kill him." Kethrye said," I suggest decapitation as the execution method." OOC: Are all the investigators borderline psycho? Seems like it.

IC: Chronn "I believe Mirr is right. We can take him back to my office, where you can question him." I began recommending, smirking to myself. "Then my employees and I, along with Mirr, shall bring justice." I looked at Kethyre with slight amusement. "No, you see one decapitation, you've seen them all. It's rather boring."

IC: Kethrye: " I like decapitation exactly for that reason," Kethrye mutterunder his breath. There's no way anybody will survive havingtheir head chopped off, so they stay dead and don't turn outto be alive and out for revenge. He thought, clipping the axeto his back. " I doubt interrogating him will do any good," Kethrye said,glancing around at his fellow investigators, " He's a completepsycho, it is highly unlikely he has any accomplices in his crimes."

IC: Mero Kiap - Onu-Koro StreetsMero shrugged. The Matoran was quite outspoken, "The past is where all the clues are. If we forget the past, we will never know what happened to the Toa Mata."

IC(D): They doubt it. Teeheehee. He started chuckling madly...as madly as a very weak toa could. IC(LoveMardi): The Split-personality toa walked into the town, searching for a store that sold protodermis. OOC: LoveMardi open for interaction.

IC: Kirgon "And why would we even want to?" Kirgon asked, differing in opinion yet again. "Why do we even need to know about the Mata? They failed, they're in the past. That's the end of them."