OOC: And here... We... Go...
I didn't mind the heat, even with the two orbs of fire beating down on me. I actually found that I had a much higher tolerance for heat then most beings, something that I suspected had something to do with my power. Whatever the case, it made marching through a desert not as harsh, but I couldn't say the same for the two beings I was traveling with.
So, I took it at a slow pace, not wanting to wear anyone out. I glanced behind me to Zuria and Ferron, and asked, "How are you guy-"
That's as far as I got, before a sharp pain erupted in the back of my head, knocking me unconscious almost instantly.
* * *
A few days had past since their "discussion" with Magvix, and nothing really exciting happened during that time. Well, almost. Krell had half his Kanohi melted off, and had to be kept in the hospital for sever burns on his right arm. And he hadn't even pulled some kind of stunt, just farming. Not that anyone would believe the Ta-Matoran, well, no one but Kuhrin. The De-Matoran had been there as well.
Frowning, Krell adjusted his new Kanohi, a reddish-bronze Kakama that really didn't seem to like him. He had just recently been allowed out of the hospital, despite the doctor wanting to keep him there for longer. "This thing is just.. ugh," he complained to the Matoran walking beside him.
Whatever, he could get used to it. Krell's eyes drifted for a moment, before spotting a certain Matoran nearby. A grin formed on his new Kanohi, and he nudge Kuhrin slightly, before waving to the brown-armored Po-Matoran.
"Hey Noka," Krell said. Kuhrin was probably cursing him right now, but whatevssss.
In the split second before Noka turned around, Krell received a firm punch in the arm and let out a word that made someone nearby tell him to watch his language. As Krell furiously rubbed the pain in his arm away, Kuhrin quickly darted back into a neutral position.
"Hi." Noka squeaked, her eyes staring into space more than at either of them. Her thoughts were clearly far away from reality. She looked at Krell, who was standing in a similarly false neutral position as Kuhrin, trying to ignore the bruise forming. "Is he okay?" she asked Kuhrin, but spoke to Krell.
It took the Matoran a moment to catch on to this. "Uh, yeah, fine, um..."
"Cramp." Krell said through gritted teeth.
"That's the one." both of them nodded approvingly.
"I can tell you're lying but oh well. Hey..." her mouth fell open as she looked curiously at Krell's new mask. "You have a new mask Krell! Oh my god!"
"Yeah it's not perfect but-"
"Calm down," Kuhrin told her with a mischievous smile on his face, jokingly motioning for her to breath in through the nose and out through the mouth. Noka's response was to pull him into a tight embrace, from which she insisted he stayed. After a short while of this Kuhrin looked questioningly at Krell -who was suppressing a laugh- his eyes reading something along the lines of "this is an unusually long one"; almost immediately afterwards she let go, like she could read his thoughts, and knowing how ethereal she sometimes acted, she probably could.
"I've got to go to dance but I'll see you later. Bye Krell, bye Lovely!" she smiled happily and skipped away like a small child.
Kuhrin couldn't stop staring after her, but was snapped back to his senses by a nudge from Krell's elbow. "Now that went well, didn't it Lovely?"
"Shut up," his friend replied. There was a short silence. "Yes."
The Ta-Matoran laughed outloud this time, shaking his head slightly at his friend's delayed responce. He frowned momentarily as his Kanohi slid off to the side from the movement, before adjusting the mask for the gazillionth time. Krell looked back over to Kuhrin, a grin forming on his face. "Now don't you ever say I don't do anything for you, Lovely," Krell said.
There was the sound of metal impacting metal, another mention that Krell should watch his language, and the Ta-Matoran once again began to rub his arm. Wincing quite a bit from the now-much-larger bruise.
Kuhrin smirked briefly, then decided it was high time the subject got changed before Krell ended up in hospital again. He reached into his satchel and pulled out his lucky golden widget. It was from some Koli tournament or giveaway or something, he didn't actually know, but it was gold. The catch was, half of it was covered in this strange, irremovable rust that had seemed to spread from the little blob it was when he had first found it. No one was entirely sure what it was, but several of the wiser inhabitants of Ta-Koro had warned him about it being cursed. "I don't believe in curses," he had told them. He tended to flip it from his thumb as a habit.
"Come to my hut with me will you?" he asked as the coin shimmered over his right fist. "I've got a letter coming in from Onu-Koro, and I think you'll like the delivery lady."
The Ta-Matoran was sure this was just a way for Kuhrin to get back at him, but decided to play along all the same. "Oh I'm sure," Krell said, rolling his eyes slighty. Still, rather unconsciously, he found himself brushing some ash off his red armor. What? A guy had to look good.
This time, Kuhrin caught the coin and plunged it back into his bag. He smiled, nodded in the direction of his hut and took off at a brisk pace.
"Lovely and kind, you know. She's kind of like a mother sometimes, in a good way. You know those people that just invite you into their little cottage for a little cup of tea and a biscuit or something, you know those people? She's like that."
The Ta-Matoran nodded, and continued to follow Kuhrin towards his hut. Krell glanced at the coin, something that he couldn't fathom why his friend carried it around. It was just a rusty piece of junk, right?
Kuhrin's hut was nothing special: two rooms, carved out of volcanic rock, with a doorway, some windows and some basic furniture. It wasn't much, but for him, it was home. The delivery lady even nicknamed it Satis House once, using the Matoran word for 'enough'. Speaking of whom, she was going to be here any minute, if she was staying on schedule.
Being a regular in Kuhrin's hut, Krell sprawled himself across a chair and pounded a fist on the table, demanding a drink. Kuhrin just laughed and sat down opposite him, kicking his feet up. "And now, we wait..."
Krell frowned, and busied himself with his new Kanohi. The thing just wouldn't stay straight... Karz, he didn't even know if it matched his armor. The Ta-Matoran was obviously not one for sitting around and waiting.
He glanced around for a moment, the simple hut in no way different from the last time he'd been here, before foccusing on the Matoran infront of him. "I can't help but think this is some cleverly designed plot for payback."
Was that worry in his voice? Noooo, it couldn't be...
"Plot? What kind of man do you take me for, Krell? I'm no plotter, you should know that." Kuhrin replied with a wink. Just then, there was a knock at the door. "I'll get it."
He got to his feet and opened the door with a creak, revealing a well-fed Onu-Koronan lady carrying a mail bag. "Hi, Kuhrin, nice to see you again!"
"Hi, Zuria," Kuhrin replied. She began to busy herself rummaging through her bag, and as she did this Kuhrin looked over his shoulder at Krell and flicked his eyebrows.
"Two things for you today... One is this tablet on the species of Rahi, which you requested," she handed him a dark beige tablet with carved writing on both sides. "and the other is this parcel which, if the label is anything to go by, is very delicate." she carefully gave him a wooden box which felt like much of its weight was soft padding for whatever was inside.
"Thank you very much. Would you care for something to drink, or will you be off?"
"No, I've got a lot more letters to deliver and other such things," she smiled. She was the kind of person who actually meant it when they said that.
"At least let me introduce you to my friend here," he turned to the side to reveal Krell at the table.
Krell adjusted his Kanohi slightly and gave a small wave. "Uh, hi," he replied, a bit of a smile on his Kakama. The Matoran paused for a moment, before adding, "Krell."
"Funny, you remind me of someone in my dream who wore a Hau."
Kuhrin's eyes widened, and his eyes lost focus. "Huh," he grunted, his mouth wide open, as he gazed into space.
"Well, I'd best be off now, so..." Zuriana gestured as if she was about to leave, but Kuhrin didn't really notice, causing an awkward silence.
Krell nudged the gaping Kuhrin. Wore a Hau... Wait... It a took a second for it to click inside his head. "That's, uh, strange," he replied, nudging his Kakama back into a comfortable postioin once again. Kuhrin, bro, stop making a fool of yourself.
It reflects badly on me.
"Yeah, see you," Kuhrin said faintly. Zuriana began to respond as she left but Kuhrin shut the door before she could finish. He continued to stare at nothing in particular as he slowly drew a chair and (after several tries) placed himself in it. "That was... Strange, to say the least."
Krell stared at Kuhrin for a time. And then a bit longer. And then a bit longer after that. "Er, yeah?" the black-armored Matoran said, trying to wrap his head around what just happened. Glancing at Kuhrin one more time, he reached over, and snapped his fingers a few times infront of his friend's face.
"Kuhrin, you with me here? Tell me how strange that just was."
"Beyond comprehension," Kuhrin slowly turned to look his friend in the eye. "Just like that sound, if you can hear it."
"What sound?" the Matoran asked, frowning. Krell didn't hear anything, besides the normal sounds of Ta-Koro? "Er, I don't hear anything."
Kuhrin's ears perked up, picking up a silent sound. It didn't sound like it was present in reality, more just sounding in his head, yet there it was, unconquerable, thumping through his mind like mighty hammer. "The drumming."
"Uh... I'm really not hearing anything," Krell said, glancing around. "Are you sure its not just in your head?"
thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk
Kuhrin opened his mouth to say something, when before more than a little croak escaped his lips:
A knock at the door. "Maybe you should answer it, I'm..." he shook his head and sat down. The sound had gone.
"Yeah," Krell agreed, watching his friend worriedly as he stood up from his chair. Stepping over to the door, the black-armored Matoran adjusted his Kakama slightly, before opening it.
There, grinning madly, was Noka, holding in her one hand a pair of silver tap shoes and in the other a wooden platter with a sheet over it; a package which appeared to be a loaf of bread, or something shaped like it. "Hi Krell!"
Krell grinned back. "Hey Noka, come on in, I'm sure Kuhrin would absolutely love it," he said, quite certain it was bound to catch Kuhrin's attention quite quickly. Opening the door a bit more, Krell stepped aside, glancing momentarily at the platter Noka was holding.
The grin was still on his Kakama, but for different reasons now. Mainly because he was waiting for Kuhrin's reaction.
Kuhrin's heart skipped a beat as he instantly sat up straight and pulled an empty mug towards him and tried to drink out of it. Upon seeing the flat, dry bottom he shakily replaced it as precisely as possible back in the same place. "Oh, hi Noka.... Didn't expect to see you here..."
Noka frowned a particular frown that Kuhrin recognised. It was the frown she did when she knew something was wrong but didn't want to stop being happy, so avoided the subject of it. What she then said confirmed his theory: "I made rainbow bread!"
She placed the platter on the table and whisked away the cloth, revealing a loaf of bread made up of even slices of the colours of the rainbow. Kuhrin's mouth fell open stupidly.
Krell gave a low whistle. And then attempted to close Kuhrin's mouth with telekinetic powers he didn't have. From behind Nako, he rolled his eyes at Kuhrin, and motioned with his hands to try and get Kuhrin to do something.
More hand motioning.
Kuhrin's eyelids sagged. "Krell, what are you doing?"
Noka turned around slowly to see Krell standing with his hands behind his back, shrugging his shoulders. "Nothing, really, just... Standing here... What are you doing?" Noka turned back and Krell gave Kuhrin an enthusiastic thumbs up and a wink, to which he sighed.
"Noka, can I speak with you in the kitchen for a minute?"
Krell laughed for a moment. "Kuhrin, we're in the kitchen."
"Yes." the Matoran bowed his head a little but kept his gaze fixed on Krell. His eyes told his friend everything. He needed to leave.
Krell shrugged, before stepping out of the hut. He debated whether to stay and listen in on their conversation, but decided against it. Kuhrin would probably tell him what happened anyway. Well, hopefully.
* * *
I blinked, my eyes defocused. There was a bit tan blur around me, and something gritty pressing up against me armor. It took me a moment to realize I had blacked out, and fallen onto the sand. My head was spinning from the memory.
“Ugh... What the Karz just happened?”