BZPRPG: Le-Wahi

IC: Ranama

He was surprised by Tepi's defiance, it seemed odd to goad a murderous vortix when he was apparently planning on staying with him. Ranama said nothing though, and turned as if to try and find more materials, aware that his behaviour was very obviously different to Krahma, including the way he walked.

IC ZahkonThe little Matoran had said enough, he would get a lesson in respect. He emmediatly grabbed the Matoran around his waist and shouted: "You fool, you really think you're something compared to me, I can break all your boned in one puch, I can shatter your armor in on throw of my knife, I can break your mind, without even touching you!" He trew him on the ground with great, yet far from lethal force. He noticed Kramha slipping away, presumably getting resources.Ah good, at least someone obeys me.

IC: Tepi

"Then do it" Tepi shouted. "See if I care, if anything death might give me some peace!"

IC: Ranama

He was angry that Zahkon had struck out at Tepi, and turned back. Tepi was a wreck, and no fighter. Ranama wasn't a skilled fighter, but he had other assets that at least might give him a chance against the vortixx, not to mention he was on home turf.

He picked up a stone and lobbed it at the Vortixx's head.

IC: Vorlik

The Toa of Lightning walked up to Akira. She was talking to someone. He stood towards the back, spinning his spear in his hand.

IC: Tepi

Tepi followed suite and launched his spanner at Zahkon as well

IC (Korero)

"Our people..." Korero murmured as he watched Kongu and Ka soar off, smiling.

There was a flash of white, and the Toa of Air was gone.

IC ZahkonThe rock hit his head. "Auch, that hurted." It did not hurt that much for a strong and tall vortixx, but it surely did make him more mad than ever before. He grabbed his two hooks with ropes on them. Ah, long time since I've used these, bye bye little Matoran. And while keeping Tepi pressed to the ground fith his foot, he looked behind and quickly as a suprise attack threw the hookts, with the hope to entangle the little Matoran.

IC: Tepi

Tepi grabbed a small pocket knife and shoved it into the Vortixx's foot.

IC: Ranama

He threw himself into a forward roll, narrowly avoiding the ropes. The roll enabled him to keep his momentum up, and he leapt up, straight at Zahkon in order to bowl him over and get him off Tepi.

IC: Tepi

Tepi tried to struggle himself free

IC ZahkonThis really hurted, it was no daidly wound, no not at all, but it did sting rather hard. Standing on one leg he was, while his foot recovered, rather an easy target. So he first got himself safe, he noticed the jumping Krahma and was affread for a second, untill, right before he'd hit him. An object collided with the Matoran, causing the Matoran to drop down on the ground. He smiled, his bird had come to the rescue. But the creature would be knocked out by the collision for the coming hours. He then notices the other Matoran escaping, and while keeping an eye on the temporary downed ond,he threw his torch and then his knife after it, flying at great speed towards Tepi's hand.

IC: Ranama

Ranama had jumped out of trees thousands of times to train himself to land well, so when the bird hit him and changed his trajectory, he made to roll on landing. It was a shorter drop than he was used to, so it wasn't the most elegant roll, but it did the trick, and he quickly pushed himself up again, running towards the base of one of the trees, and begining to scale it at a pace only another Le-matoran could match.

IC: Tepi

Tepi scream as the knife went through his back, pinning him to the ground. It had gone straight through him

IC - Him - Le-Koro: Oh, the savory taste of fear in the air.

Really, it was impressive what a simple body could do. Even as a minor event amidst the hubbub of the village, quickly dealt with by the guards and quietly pushed aside by those who witnessed it, the aftertaste of the event was entirely delicious. From His spot, invisible, on top of a closed trading booth, he saw villagers congregating together, many of them continuing on their normal business, but some of them recounting the tale--spreading it to others, trying to figure out what had happened, possible suspects for the crime, who the riddle referred to...

It wasn't long before word had spread--just as intended. And now the real game could begin, an expansion of what had begun as a simple chase. Would the Akiri be informed in time to prevent Ukris's death? Or would time play to His advantage, allowing him to find the Matoran, kill him where he hid, and mark his next target? Who knew?

He certainly didn't.

And that only made it all the more exhilarating.

With the darkness of the canopy as cover, He rolled backward and onto the floor of the market, behind the stall, slipping between houses as he continued on his search for the Matoran of Air that had thus far eluded capture. All the while, He listened for the signs that would lead him to the target--the voices of the Matoran in question, and those of his saviors...

IC: [ Krios ] - Le-Koro bazaarKrios hated sifting rumors. The fact that he was unusually good at it did not change his mindset in the least. It was a waste of time and a waste of energy, but unfortunately necessary, for someone of his profession.He made his way slowly and deliberately through the bustling tree-top paths towards the Le-Koro bazaar, a central hub of trade and information. It was here that he'd be able to find what he needed to make the journey to Onu-Koro, but as some of the scattered whispers his sharp ears were picking up began to make sense, he started to wonder if what he was about to do was worth the ever-present risk.Apparently, there was a murderous lunatic on the loose in the surrounding jungle. Fact: a maskless Le-Matoran had been rescued from an invisible entity, possibly a Toa of Sonics, by a Kakama-wearing hero. Fact: the following morning, a second Le-Matoran had been strangled by an unknown entity and hung in public view, with a grim note tacked to the body. Worst of all, the second victim had been a female... Krios gritted his teeth at the thought. Even the most hard-core crime lords of Xa-Koro wouldn't have put up with such an attrocity.Le-Matoran weren't stupid. Brash and reckless at times, yes, but not stupid. They could put two-and-two together as well as anyone, and better than most. So, it was the general opinion of the public that there was a mentally deranged killer at large in the area, one who seemed inclined to prowl the jungle paths outside the village.Paths that he, Krios, would have to travel. Paths that innocent villagers frequented.Hope the Akiri, or whatever his title is, knows about this.He slipped his hand briefly into his pocket, touched the cold smooth hilt of his stiletto. Not much, but something.He headed into the bazaar, cold blue eyes flicking restlessly over the crowd, searching, sifting, always moving.OOC:Krios open for interaction.

IC: Cadias

"Yes, I'm afraid that's all we can do," The Toa of Plasma replied, keeping his voice quiet. "We shouldn't risk angering him further. I learned the hard way.... Vrana is not going to change his mind."

He looked around, searching for a path. It seemed that their luck had changed. "Hey," he said, pointing, "is that a trail?"

IC: Kiron and SulkuaKiron noticed that the inn was still open. The two Toa slipped away and entered it to see a De-Matoran and a Toa talking.OOC: That's Kehuri and who he's talking to.

IC-Πραγός:

Okay, they hadn't seen me yet. Good. So, ambling off to the side, I slipped behind the bar, crouching out of sight near Esao's feet, and giving him the universal sign for "shh don't let anybody know I'm here."

OOC: Kehuri's not talking to anyone, actually.

IC: Kehuri

The Toa looked up and noticed two familiar masks. He hadn't known them for long, yet he still remembered their names. "Kiron and Sulkua, long time no see." He worked up a smile. These two were alright. Seemed they'd left the ILF for a time like him too. Well, he still had no intention of re-joining, though.

IC: Morok and Vuracious in Le-Koro

Vuracious quickly began to escape leaping from tree to tree soon leaving Le-Koro.

"Get back here!", Morok yelled as loud as possible.

His vision began to blur. He felt a sudden painful headache. Then he fell hitting the ground with a thud.

"Is this death....",Morok said as he slowly fell asleep.

OOC: Morok is open for interaction.

 

IC; Voutok [Pala-Koro Tavern]

The De-Matoran was taken somewhat aback by the sudden approach, but was quick to compose himself when he saw there was no immediate danger."Oh, no, no trouble at all. I'd just like to ask a few questions about Pala-Koro. This is the first time I've been here, see, and I don't hear too much of it in the other Koros. Would the blacksmith happen to be you? Or otherwise could you point me in the right direction?"

IC:

"Me? A blacksmith? You crazy?" I replied with a laugh and grin, switching my mannerisms back into the usual unrefined, laid-back Plagia charm. "Naw, I'm more of the team alcoholic. You must be talking about Ackune -- he's pretty much our living armoury right now, ever since the latest influx of free metal came charging into the Koros."

I winced at that last statement, "Bad joke; sorry."

With a lazy sweep of my arm, I gestured to the approximate piece of space and time where the local forge would be found. "Anyway, I can't remember the last time I saw him step outside of his workshop in the past three months, so you should check there first. If you get lost, just follow the sound of complaints about our generation and you'll find him."

-Void

IC: Kehuri

The young Toa's mask collided with the table he sat at as Plagia's joke fell from her mouth. "Too. Soon. Plagia," he said, though he was smiling and fighting down a laugh. Leave it to her to cheer him up.

IC:

"If he's not yelling at you about the state of affairs of his lawn when you step foot on his property, you're not in the right place," Esao added, supplying helpfully to Plagia's directions.

-Tyler

IC: Voutok"Alright, thanks."Voutok nodded and made his way out the doors of the Tavern, seeking out the local forge pointed out by "the team alcoholic". Upon nearing where he assumed was the forge (judging by the layout of the building), he removed his right shoulder armor that bore the Marine insignia and concealed it deep inside his satchel."I think it's best that I not practically wave that symbol around needlessly, just in case people are hiding something. The last thing I and the Commander need is some purposely-sugar-coated descriptions in place of "intel" to put us in a sense of false security. Alright then..."This done, Voutok approached the door and gave a quick knock. "Hello? Is the Blacksmith Ackune here?"

IC: Ackune

"You," The sharp bark came from a burly Toa of Fire standing over a forge, his muscled back turned to Voutok as he labored over what looked to be a spiked sword. His left arm was a dull grey, the artificial limb holding a large hammer in his grasp. "Make yourself useful for once in your miserably short life and hold this."

At which point, a scared hand pointed to a pair on tongs holding the spiked blade in place over the anvil. A soft glow radiated outward from the metal. Ackune didn't even turn to look at the visitor. One f the advantages of an Arthron.

IC: Voutok"...Well, I WAS warned.""Eh...ok?" Voutok quickly made his way to the tongs that the Toa geastured him to, gripping them with a steady hand to keep whatever it was he was at work on over the anvil. "Ackune, I assume?"

IC:

"Oh, you know you love me, Kehuri -- which is why you let me get away with stuff like this all the time, remember?" I replied with a soft, wavy chuckle. "But, look, I said I was sorry. You want me to say it again, alright; I'm very sorry for joking about such a serious incident."

-Void

IC: Akira

Akira took the cup and took a sip. She was used to pure water, and this was something completely different. She couldn't tell wheather it tasted good or bad. "Free?" she asked. A prisoner maybe?

IC: Fiera

The clean air had a way of making me mellow. I was ready to go curl in a bed and sleep a couple dozen years. Then something awfully loud happened and I saw lightning strike from the blue sky. I looked for Vorlik, but he wasn't there anymore. Hopefully he wasn't in trouble. I hurried over to the place, not sure what I was going to do then. I arrived at the bazaar and started looking around.

IC: Kehuri

The Toa of Earth waved her apology away and shook his head, still smiling, "It's alright, it's alright. I make horrible jokes too."

IC:

Seria looked in Cadias' direction. "I...I think it is." She squinted, looking at the dirt road in on the side.

IC: Cadias

Cadias grinned. Finally! "Thank the Spirit! Vrana, over here!" Seeing no easy route to the path, he forced his way through the bushes. Once he made it, his grin faded a bit. "Now..... which way to the village?"

OOC: Anyone else in favor of a timelapse to the village after your responses? I think we've done enough traveling posts. XD

IC(Daylaria-Bar) "Truth." She said in simple response to his statement. She could tell with ease that there was no serious pride involved in the conversation; no need for flattery was present. She sat back a bit, trying to analyze hidden depths she hadn't realized before. "On behalf of Ga-Koro, I'd like to establish some sort of alliance based on mutual benefit. What I mean, is that we have your back, and you don't try to stab us in ours. Now, we have no reason to believe that you would, necessarily, but one can never be too careful." Disguised as a cloak as they were, he seemed to have noticed her wings. She subtly swept them behind her as she sat back a bit more. "The question is, what can we provide for you, and you for us?"

IC: Xarya (Le-Koro Bazaar)

"Of course someone had to come looking"

Xarya's blush grew possible even deeper, and she tried to make herself as small as possible

IC(Daylaria-Pala-Koro)

At this, she sat up abruptly, placing both hands on the table. "The Akiri does everything she can for the people of Ga-Koro. She hasn't led up wrong yet, and until she does, I'm led to believe that she was chosen to lead the strongest Koro on the island for a reason." There wasn't any sting in her voice, there was firmness. Stubbornness. Unwillingness to back down on this point. But at the same time, she didn't raise her voice or display anger. Simply, she negotiated.

"What are your terms? Shall we maintain a back-up system in case of emergency?"

IC: Corporal Suran

The Lesterin placed a hand on the commander's wing's 'shoulder'. She was doing a remarkable job of hiding any anger she might have, but he knew that a reassuring hand always helped.

IC: Fiera

I stood at the edge of the place, trying to find the source. There was a LOT of people, but my trained guard eyes picked up details even at short glance. I started turning around, trying to spot anything out of the ordinary. A matoran band, a Le - Toa hurrying somewhere, blue and white toa sitting at a table, skakdi trader... Wait. I casted my glance the colorful toa's way. Blue and white. Lightning. Of course. It was silly of me to think ours was the only one. It was probably another rookie just practic... ohoho, wait a second. I looked at the other toa's hands and my eyes went wide. Jackpot. Smiling, I directed my heavy steps towards the other female. I raised my hand, showing the ring I was wearing: "Hello, sister."

IC: Xarya (Le-Koro Bazaar)

"Oh no, she's coming here"

Xarya was milliseconds away from activating her Kakama and just run away, but when the other Toa showed her the ring on her finger, all embarassment was gone just as fast.

"Hello, sister"

"He-hello" Xarya replied, still a little nervous.

"I see you have one of those rings" she said.

IC: Kiron and Sulkua-(Pala-Koro)Sulkua remembered the Toa's face."Ka- Kehuri, right? Nice to see you too," he nodded curtly.Kiron looked out of the window to the group of people talking.