Harvali

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - Le-Koro Kanohi dipped his head, before digging underneath one of his wooden mask. His metal fingers clanged against a pouch of widgets, which he fished out. He closed his optics in thought as his fingers dug in the bag, he had already paid for the room and last night’s fuel so… He sighed to himself, after he gets his Volo Lutu Launcher upgraded, money might be tight for the foreseeable future. The problem of being a vigilante and not having a paying job. Still, he was decent at foraging, he had eaten well last night, and saving lives comes first. He should get supplies. The Fe-Matoran bowed and offered back the breastplate to Lapu, before stowing away his widgets. He headed towards a market, firstly to get his supplies, but also because he recalled that Ramaka was a merchant, so she might be there. Come to think of it, she might have some information on Nichou. She had been sent to get lumber for refugee camps for him… Kanohi shook his head almost instantly. He … he wasn’t ready. It had been so long since the Companions were dissolved by Stannis. And Aurax … he clenched his optics as if to squeeze forth tears. He … destiny might be leading him back to Nichou and this Nale, but he … he did not know if he could face them. OOC: @ARROW404 @Snelly

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - Le-Koro Kanohi nodded, Lapu then. He bowed apologetically to the Toa, before he chiseled what he assumed would be one last message in the tablet, “I will need to get some supplies, my launcher sometimes is finicky, and if it ever falls from my hand I could easily drown in mud. I hope to improve it a little before we leave.” He knew he was no great inventor, he could not turn his Volo Lutu Launcher into one of the elegant wrist-wounded designs. But he could jury-rig something to lash the tool to his arm, and help make it function a bit better. He was not helpless when it came to crafting. He had his limits, but they were not so low to be useless. The vigilante paused and carved, “I am guessing you will wish to speak to Ramaka before we go as well? Since she might know more?” Hopefully at least she could tell them what breed this Lesterin trader was, and where she met them. OOC: @ARROW404 @Snelly I choose to believe Lapu means Growing ROOT in Lesterin.

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - Le-Koro Kanohi relaxed, he had been worried about pushing a name onto the reclusive Toa, but if the stranger was okay with it, that changed things a bit. And honestly he was glad his potential social misstep had been overlooked. Still he would leave the naming up to Hakari, she was the one who could speak after all. The Fe-Matoran vigilante still could not match her gaze though. He knew she was right, he had needed to help Ramaka, he could not have helped Hakari. Rationally, he knew this. But emotionally guilt still rocked him. At the least he should have monitored the fight better, so he could jump in if need be. Yes he had a little, he had lent Hakari his lighter after all, but still… He shook his head, rattling his many wooden masks. He needed to focus, to prepare for the journey ahead. He would need to get some new supplies, but in the meantime, he began to do some quick checks on his armor and Volo Lutu Launcher. Just to make sure they would be ready for a potentional trek across Le-Wahi. OOC: @ARROW404 @Snelly

Just curious, but the Dashi lifecycle are not just Ce-Matoran, right? Like I think their Matoran equivalent lack the passive psychic shielding of Ce-Matoran, and from what I saw on the profile topic their Turaga can’t use the powers of any masks. And of course their Toa have more specialized powers. In effect they are more like a related species like Lesterin rather than a breed of Matoran. Do I understand correctly?

OOC: no, don’t call out my excessive use of ellipses, I’m sensitive about that IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - Le-Koro Kanohi hesitated, did this stranger not even know his own name? Kanohi had been like that once upon a time, the names he used on Mata-Nui he had chosen for himself. Even now his past was beyond him, unease his past was what he witnessed in his more nonsensical visions. He shook his head, his own past wasn’t important. He wrote into the wood, “then should we call you ‘Friend,’ Toa?” He winced at his own forwardness as he handed back the tablet, he did not know this Toa, only just met him, the word friend was far too aggressive. But well, it was something to call him, without overwriting his identity. As he waited for the Toa to reply, Kanohi’s attention was divided between him and Hakari. Was the Lesterin angry at him? Had his apology only iratated her? He knew he had messed up, he admittedly had little choice at the time, Ramaka had needed rescuing, but to leave a Lesterin to fight the parasite alone, abandoning her… His optics darted beneath his mask between the two taller beings, worried that Hakari was angry and that the Toa might be uncomfortable with his bluntness? OOC: @ARROW404 @Snelly

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - Le-Koro Kanohi winced at Hakari’s words, as well as the Toa of Jungle’s gaze. He … he need to go to Ga-Koro, he had a vision guiding him there. But could he face Nichou? After all this time? With so little he accomplished? And he could not leave this unresolved, could he? He needed to help. And maybe … if he helped this Toa and Hakari prevent more parasites … well, he saw how they almost killed a Matoran. This was important, if he helped solve it, maybe he could face Nichou. He drummed his armor, uneasy with that selfish thought. He … what mattered was saving lives, not proving himself. But … but he needed to prove himself regardless, and this would still help the island. And more importantly, Hakari seemed to want to go, and he … he already failed her once. So he scratched into the tablet. “Hakari, I am sorry, I should have been more helpful against the parasite. I left you alone. I … I am sorry. I do not know how much help I will be against this trader, but I can try to help as long as I can.” He paused, and wrote in the tablet, “Toa of Jungle, you can call me Kanohi, and this Lesterin is Hakari. If it’s alright, what should we call you?” OOC: @ARROW404 @Snelly

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - Le-Koro Kanohi fluttered his hands with relief, his many masks jingling from the motion. Progress. He sat by the wooden surface, and closed his eyes. He did not need to write much, hopefully his hand writing would be legible. Then, slowly he began to carve the circles of Matoran writing into the wood. “The Le-Matoran Ramaka told us her Gukko was given food by a Lesterin trader. She did not remember his name, she did not say his element. She did say he claimed to be from a far off land called Seprilli. Hakari here has begun to recover her lost memories from before she arrived on Mata-Nui, and I believe she said that Seprilli is the homeland of the Lesterin.” He paused, taking a moment to wring out his wrists. Chipping the wood was not idea, paper would have been better. But this was working well enough, even if some of the circles he carved were a bit lopsided and rough. ”But I suspect the trader was not being fully honest, that he had not had the time to travel the ocean. Instead I think his memories of his home had started to return too, like Hakari’s, and he used that to mislead Ramaka. I may be wrong though.” He flapped his wrists again to try to help their aches, before continuing, “I do not think the plant was from here though. It was too vulnerable to fire, and the Fau Swamp is too close to Ta-Wahi. Wildfires are not uncommon in the swamp, I can’t help but think it’s breed would have died out by now if it was native to the jungle.” Finally he stood back, having crammed words through pretty much every surface of the wood. Hopefully this would convey what little he knew. OOC: @ARROW404 @Snelly

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - Le-Koro Kanohi sighed, it couldn’t be help. He turned to the inn’s wall, then hesitated. If he defaced this inn … the guards of Le-Koro were already annoyed at him already after he grappled up to the village a few weeks back, bypassing the checkpoints. Should he risk angering them? But … this Toa knew something, and maybe Kanohi could help him. And if this Toa did want to prevent more of this parasite, Kanohi wanted to help, to save lives. To help the people of this island. The natural carnivorous plants of the swamp were horrific enough, but this puppeteer… The Fe-Matoran smacked his head, his metal hand thudding against his wooden mask. He just realized he was in the presence of a Toa of Jungle. A being with mastery over woodland He had overthought this. But he still needed to convey this idea. He approached the stranger and pointed to the Toa’s chest plate, held up two fingers, then pointed at the floor. He then pointed to his chisel, before moving it in the air to imitate a scribe carving a tablet. If he could have a wooden surface to carve on, he could explain what he knew. OOC: @ARROW404 @Snelly

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - Le-Koro The Fe-Matoran vigilante flapped his wrists, letting his many masks rattle together as the chimes of Le-Koro. He closed his optics to think, he was getting frustrated, without his voice communicating was difficult. He knew the basics of Telegraph language, but not sign language. And if Hakari and this stranger did not know the language… But seeing the Toa crush the fibers, he sought to stop the parasite. Which suggested it was indeed not natural. And he had some ideas. Kanohi paused at the sound of his armor rattling, before pulling out a chisel. Should he … first, try the telegraph before he damaged infrastructure. With his hand he began to click his bracelet in a series of clicking. His clicks were slow and disjointed as he tried to think of what he wanted to say. “Ramaka said her Gukko was given food by a Lesterin trader. He claimed to be from a far off land called Seprilli. Hakari here has begun to recover her lost memories, and I believe she said that’s the homeland of the Lesterin. But I suspect the trader was not being fully honest, that he had not had the time to travel the ocean. Instead his memories of his home had started to return too, like Hakari’s, and he used that to mislead Ramaka. I may be wrong though.” But did either of the far taller beings recognize those clicks as words? OOC: @ARROW404 @Snelly feel free to decide if either of your characters know Matoran Morse Code

Mostly because I already have posted like ten short stories about versions of Kanohi over the last year and nine months or so, so I feel it makes sense to keep it there. I did it with my SKE AU short story after all.

Good news for anyone interested, I got in a writing mood and wrote a quick little story about Kanohi, taking place shortly before act 3. It’s currently like 2,767 words long. I plan to edit it a bit before posting it in Short Stories, but yeah, that’s a thing. Won’t lie, I mostly wrote it just to flesh out the vision of Ramaka that started him on his current adventure. Needed more jerking confusing transitions, I mean we saw how confusing Vakama’s visions were in LoMN, they needed to be more chaotic. Plus it gives me an excuse to explore a different kind of Rahi eating plant. This story would be standalone though, it’s not going to be a subplot.

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - Le-Koro Hakari’s voice was jarring. Not because the Lesterin’s voice was unpleasant, but Kanohi rarely interacted with other beings much these days. The jungles of Le-Wani could be lonely, and the Rahi he saved were not exactly talkative. And with his damaged vocal processor, he rarely heard his his own voice even when he rescued Matoran and other travelers. He … had not fully considered how odd it was this Toa had not spoken out loud to him, and instead had just crafted a Gukko out of a plant. Non verbal communication was his normal now, he had not thought to question why the Toa did not speak. It felt natural. Was this Toa’s vocal processor damaged too? Maybe from the smoke of that wildfire a few days back? But Kanohi had not seen the Toa there. Still Kanohi decide to be on the look out from another cough from the Toa, just in case he began to fall ill. OOC: @ARROW404 @Snelly

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - Le-Koro The cross-wired Fe-Matoran first winced at the cough, had he spread his illness to this Toa/Lesterin? But then the Toa, and it must be a Toa, extended axis bracer which twisted into the form of a wooden creature, an avian Rahi with four wings. A Gukko? He nodded slowly, though something nagged at his memory. He … it was probably just a nonsense part of a vision, not relevant, but it did not contradict reality the way some nonsense did. It … but it wasn’t a memory, at least not a real one, Kanohi vaguely could see a Toa of Iron protecting him and a village of Bo-Matoran and Fe-Matoran, though she had been trained by a Turaga of Jungle. And his element had rubbed off on her, the Iron she made grew like plants, curled like veins, had grooves like wood. Mimicking plant life. But that was not relevant. And seeing a Gukko being brought up by a Toa of the Jungle, someone who could not only manipulate plant life but sense it, someone who had sought Kanohi up, he thought he could make a guess. Kanohi still could not speak, but dug underneath one of his masks. He pulled free three spare plant fibers, left over when he had repaired the straps on his masks. He held the fibers up to the Gukko’s thorn of a beak, trying to show the parasite’s “tendrils” poking out of its mouth. As Hakari approached Kanohi dipped his head to her, pointing his spare hand at his throat, to try to let her know he still was not able to speak. OOC: @ARROW404 @Snelly (Kanohi is actually a Matoran, but I have his image in 2003 style so he’s not as small as a 2001 Matoran. Since the recluse is isolated and if he has mostly just seen 2001 Matoran, the confusion is totally understandable

My apologies, I just was unsure which specific GM would handle those questions, or even if there was that kind of specialization. I am sorry for my rudeness.

So along with my previous Turaga related question, which I still want clarification on, I have a new question for the Stagg. This second question is more about making sure my parasitic rose bush plot point can coexist with the main plot, so if a Staff has time, I would appreciate going over it in DMs.

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - Le-Koro Kanohi was passing the time by stroking his masks, feeling each groove. He had carved them himself, using tips taught to him by Nichou when the Companions still traveled together. He was no great carpenter, but he was not bad at crafting. His thoughts were still on how he let down Hakari when he heard the sound of scraping against his door. For a moment his heartlight froze, his mind immediately associated with the scratching of thorns. But the … the parasite was dead. It was. The parasite’s existence was confusing, the more his anxiety dwelled on it. He had never heard of Seprilli before, and Hakari had seemed unsure if there was a way to reach it. And she lived in not only one of the six Koro, but the village that focused on trading. If there was trade between Seprilli, wouldn’t she know of it, living in Le-Koro? Could a boat truly have made that journey so recently? He knew that the parasite could not have survived in the jungle, not with its vulnerability to fire. A forest fire would have wiped it out ages ago. But the idea it came from Seprilli, it felt questionable. It was a Lesterin though who had traded it to Ramaka. Maybe his memories of his home had returned, much like Hakari’s memories had. Maybe he had lied to her, using his own fragmented memories of Seprilli. And she, being trusting enough not to ask his name, did not question his take. But if he was lying, why? And why give her that contaminated food? At that point, Kanohi finally remembered the scratching at his door. He stood up, checking the straps on his armor, before slowly approaching the door. He opened it, to see what looked like a Toa or Lesterin plated in what resembled bark. He … he could see glimpses of green beneath the bark, maybe of the element Jungle or Air? Kanohi tried to speak out a greeting, only to cough out an ashen gasp. He winced, before tilting his head in a bow to the taller stranger. He … he could manage that greeting at least. OOC: @ARROW404 gosh this conversation is gonna be odd.

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - Le-Koro Kanohi eventually did get some sleep, more from exhaustion than any ease of mind. Admittedly his back felt great, sleeping in a proper hammock had eased his aches and wounds. Somethings he forgot that even though Matoran of Iron had more endurance, their stamina was not endless. Still, his dreams had been … unpleasant. Hakari was ensnared by the tendrils of the parasite, the Gukko flopping over her, pinning her. He could only watch, save for when he looked through her eyes at the plant’s maw. The thorns pricked free her heartlight before the plant began to squirm into her crevices, abandoning the Rahi for a new host. She convulsed and clutched her optics even as roses burst through their lens. She staggered upright, lurching like a puppet, before reaching for Ramaka, tendrils reaching out of her joints as thorns ruptured her armor into a spiky mess— It was not a vision, but Kanohi still decided to heed his nightmare’s warning. Be more mindful, and apologize to Hakari. So he had decided to wait in the inn for her to wake up, at least to apologize for his mistakes. OOC: @Snelly

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - Le-Koro Kanohi continued to attempted to sleep for what felt like hours. Regular.y he would readjust his arms, shift his legs, alternate his side. Pretty soon he had known the hammock’s every fiber. But still sleep alluded him. Maybe it was the swaying. Maybe it was his current spurt of guilt. Maybe he had gotten used to making makeshift nests in the trees. But he could not slip from consciousness. He couldn’t exactly leave yet, he had paid for the night, and he did not have enough widgets he felt comfortable just casting funds aside. And he was not going to ask for his money back, that would be greedy, crude, selfish, the kind of reasons he had been unworthy. So, he would wait. He began to trace his fingers in the grooves in his masks, maybe tickling the wooden masks he wore as armor would use up some of his excess energy, and lull him to rest. OOC: @Snelly should I do a time skip? I know Hakari is still drinking, should I just embrace BZP Time and have Kanohi slip out in the morning, missing her? I don’t want to mess up your situation.

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - Le-Koro Kanohi sighed and tried to lay back down. He had disassembled the Volo Lutu Launcher, scrubbed its insides, made repairs, reassembled it, and had even tested it a bit by grappling around his room at the inn, gotten lectured about making too much of a racket, but yet he still felt far too awake. He wanted to apologize to Hakari, for taking her abilities for granted and leaving her to fight the parasitic plant on her own, but his throat remained too rough. He hoped she understood his Telegraph typing, but he was not sure she did. The Fe-Matoran vigilante stared up at the ceiling, overwhelmed by thoughts. It was not sure Hakari. Should he really try to track down Nichou? He … it had been so long, maybe the Onu-Matoran would not even remember him. Maybe he would only disrupt Nichou’s life. But Ramaka had said something about Nichou needing supplies to build shelter for refugees, right? He … he had not heard of a Koro collapsing, but even if it was one of the smaller towns that fell, then maybe that was his heading. Maybe Kanohi’s vision was intended to guide the vigilante there to help out Nichou with the refugees. hr could do scouting in the more forested regions of Ga-Wahi for wood and herbs, rescue the refugees if there was a flood or something. Maybe that was something he could do to help the island. To prove his value. Regardless of why he was pulled to Ga-Koro, sleep remained uneven and difficult. He tossed and turned to readjust himself, trying to get comfortable enough to rest. But his mind was consumed with guilt and racing thoughts, at most he was just attempting to hold relatively still for a long period of time. And even that was a struggle.

So I am thinking about adding a second pc to my lineup, namely adapting my Turaga of Stone from SKA. I don’t think I personally can handle the responsibility of a Toa’s level of power, but a Turaga may be more manageable. And I have an idea how to fit her into the world of BZPRPG, based off events in this game’s prior arcs (admittedly events I was not there for so I might need to fact check things) I plan to wait a bit longer before I decide to add her, but I wanted to ask first about the limitations to a Turaga’s power. In SKA, I kept her powers to sensing rock through her feet in a limited radius, and manipulating pebbles that she held in pouches. No creation or absorption. Her feet could slid on the pebbles while on flat terrain to move faster, or she could whirl them in a small vortex to try to encourage weaker Rahi to step back, kind of corralling them. Would this be an acceptable level of strength for a Turaga? I know SK had different power levels for Toa at least, so I figured it would be best to check.

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - Le-Koro Kanohi struggled to sleep, his mind was restless. The swaying of the village had reminded him of the burst of speed from Hakari that had knocked him off balance and hurled him into the mud. And her use of a Great Mask only reminded him of his unease, The Fe-Matoran had just assumed that as a Lesterin she was effectively Toa, a capable powerful Protoderm, when truly her breed was more a combination of Matoran and Toa. She could harness the power of a mask yes, but she only had her speed on her side when she had fought against the parasite. He should have helped her. But he could not simply have abandoned Ramaka, she was drowning. And he had been reminded now that he could have drowned, he first had to save himself, then Ramaka. And when Ramaka was stable he had given Hakari the lighter. He had tried his best. But it wasn’t good enough. No wonder Stannis dissolved the Companions, with weak Matoran like Dece. His thoughts went in circles as he rested in the inn’s hammock, he had thought of all this already, he knew there was little he could have done, he knows everything had worked out, but it still haunted him. He began to drum his many wooden masks, trying to distract his mind with the tapping. He … he wasn’t just Dece anymore, he was Kanohi. He … he was … he would make up for his shortcomings. The Matoran of Iron shifted to sit on the hammock, his short legs dangling over the edge. He began to dig under his masks, pulling free tools slotted underneath them. He began to dissect his Volo Lutu Launcher again, while he could not rest, he could at least tinker with the tool, clean it and repair any damage it had suffered from the mud. It … it would be less of a waste of time than just trying and failing to sleep. And after he fixed his gear he might be less haunted, and then he could more easily rest. And after he had rested he could go and get supplies. Who knows, maybe there might even be a healer in Le-Koro who could help his throat. And then he could head to find Nichou. But um, first he would tinker. Then he would rest. For sure.

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - Le-Koro Le-Koro stood high above the forest floor, one of the physically highest villages on the island of Mata-Nui. Each platform was supported atop a colossal tree, and no matter how many supports they added, ultimately the village depended on the trees. As a breeze pushed through the canopy the village swayed, but the motion was not enough to be noticeable for most of its denizens. To the Le-Matoran living in the trees were natural, but even for the other breeds of Protoderms the swaying platforms were hardly noticeable. But sleeping atop such a platform could be unsteady. Kanohi had slept in the trees often, but rarely as high up as Le-Koro. He lay inside a hammock, and it adjusted to the swaying, but the motion still shook him. Like he was atop a raft hurled from the seas. Funny, after all this time, he still did not remember his past, nor what island he came from. His first memories were still washing ashore on Mata-Nui. But as to where Matoran like him came from, the Fe-Matoran had no clue. He doubted the nonsense elements of his visions were his past, they contradicted reality too much. They were merely confusing glitches in his power, brought on perhaps by the torture. Still, at least Hakari had started to remember her homeland. It was good that more castaways had begun to recall their past, it gave hope that the rest would one day recall. For now Kanohi just settled in, still wearing his many masks as the inn swayed slightly. After he rested, he would try to get some supplies, maybe try to cobble together something so he was at less risk of dropping his Volo Lutu Launcher. After all, without it, he would face a long fall.

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - Le-Koro It was incredible how much Hakari could drink without it bothering her. As he watched Kanohi vaguely recalled that though Lesterin resemble Toa and can use masks, they do not have control over an element. Instead like a Matoran they have passive abilities. And he suspected given little alcohol bothered Hakari, that Lesterin of Jungle were the type resistant to poisons. He winced, he assumed that as a being like a Toa she would have been safe in the swamp, and ultimately she had been able to deal with the parasitic plant. But he had assumed she could harness her element to control the many plants. And well, if she could do that then the fight would have ended before it began. Hakari towered over her, and her mask was not as useless as his, but the fact remained he should have been more concerned fit her safety. Maybe helped her fight. He … he at least could have distracted the plant, baiting it by grappling around it. Rationally he knew he had needed to help Ramaka first, if he had fought alongside Hakari she would still have been sinking in the mud, she would have drowned. And he firmly believed saving a life was more important than killing a monster. And he had lent her his lighter. Yet still guilt hit him. I Hakari could have died to that plant, he … he could had let someone die. He shivered, th-this was why he had not been worthy of the Wanderer’s Company, even with his visions he saw things too late. Cared for others too slow. Finally Kanohi slid off his seat, bowed his head to Hakari guiltily, before ascending to the inn’s rooms. He needed to get some rest, then he would head out for Ga-Koro. He saw had seen Knichou there in that vision, that would be the first place he looks. Even if visions were not always the most accurate. Nichou, his name was Nichou. Why did he keep misremembering the Matoran of Earth’s name? And why did he keep flickering in Kanohi’s memories into a Toa of Iron wearing wearing an ornate mask? And why did this kind of nonsense keep oozing into his visions? OOC: @BBBBalta @Snelly @Mel

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - Le-Koro It took time for Kanohi to successfully communicate with the bartender, with his bad voice and the owner’s poor knowledge of the meaning of Telegraph clicking, it had taken time. It ultimately relied on a lot of guessing, pointing, and Kanohi shaking ‘yes’ and ‘no.’ But eventually his point was roughly across. Kanohi settled down by Hakari, as the fried legs of a Fikou were served. The orange spider was roughly as big as some Matoran, each leg was maybe a third or a fourth the length of his arms. It also was incredibly cheap. The spiders were common, their limbs had little taste to them, a bit of a crunch, but no real flavor. Few ate them unless they were broke, cheap, or had no sense of taste. He grasped a leg in the palm of his hand, and his heartlight steadied. The leg began to crumple and shrivel in his hands as energy leeched from the food. Kanohi tended to ‘eat’ the old fashion way, by absorbing energy through his hands. Partly because of the damage to his throat, partly because it was easier than chewing. OOC: @BBBBalta @Snelly @Mel

IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - Le-Koro Kanohi followed after Hakari, though he knew he would not drink. He … alcohol made his visions nonsensical, showed him visions of a giant’s neck ripping in twine, a barren version of Mata-Nui that vanished from existence with each passing moment, even several beings who actually had the Element of Light, an elderly Stannis somehow being possessed by a being similar to the Makuta. Just nonsense with no bearing on reality, that at best would confuse him and at worse would overwhelming him with conflicting sensory information. Plus too much alcohol reeked of oil, and that made him think of the horrid flame, burning into his optics and polluting his lungs. If it had not been for that strange Toa… Sometime he would need to return to Ko-Wahi to pay respects to them. He still did not know if they were a Toa of Electricity or a Toa of Ice, all he knew was that they gave their life to save him, a cross-wired freak who … he would prove his value. But for now he followed after the Lesterin, hopefully he would be able to get some fruit at least, maybe some fried Fikou legs. OOC: @Snelly little reference to one of my minor PCs from act 1, the Toa of Ice who had been using an Iden before getting stuck in the body of a Toa of Lighting. His execution was pretty problematic compared to my later trans/trans coded characters though