Syvar

Got an urge to play the Voya Nui Online Game. I've only found bad links and one place where I can play it in my browser, but I want to download it - mostly because I don't trust most sites with old Bionicle stuff to stay up for much longer. Anyone know where I can get it?

IC: "I'll be right back then," he said, rising from his seat and walking to the counter. Shortly after, he returned with a small tray, upon which were two cups of tea, sugar, and milk. "It's probably not quite steeped yet..."

IC: No, she's probably not okay "Okay, I guess," Marrak said nervously. He paused for a moment, thinking of a way to get lighten the mood. "So uh... Would you like some tea or something?"

OOC: Shhh this post never existed ever...

IC: Marrak fidgeted under the table, heartlight racing in the silence. Say something, idiot. "So, uh, how are you holding up with him gone?" He continued fidgeting. "Is everything okay or like..." he trailed off again. How might she react if I keep asking questions? Am I prying too much? He clasped his hands together solidly to keep them still.

IC: "Oh. That's... Rather sad..." Marrak trailed off. He gazed down at his book, trying to think of how to reply. My life isn't nearly as exciting, nice and dull, he thought. I should say.. something. "Uh, I don't know about any jobs. If you find some place hiring, let me know would you? Hehe" he laughed, a very false and awkward sounding laugh. "I could use a job too, I guess." Come on, she talked about more important things than unimployment! "Any idea where your cousin would have gone?"

IC: "I, uh, like to be around people when I read," Marrak said as he shrugged. "Never really talk to anyone, but it's less, you know... Isolated, I guess?" There was another pause as he though of what to say. Why did you do this? "So, uh, how about you?"

IC: Marrak sat next to her, setting his book title-side-down on the table. He shifted himself awkwardly in an attempt to get more comfortable. It didn't work. He noticed her smile, and smiled back. After a moment of sitting there, smiling at her, he noticed that he had forgotten to say something. His smile faltered, and he mumbled "Uh... Hi I'm Marrak." It didn't take long for him to notice he had greeted her twice and he looked down at his book, blushing slightly. Moron...

IC: Marrak closed his book, and stretched. As much as he enjoyed reading, sitting in one position for extended periods of time became uncomfortable. As he set his book down, he noticed a Toa of Water sitting in the inn. He hesitated for a moment, pondering whether or not to approach her. He was usually researching one thing or another, and subsequently didn't make many friends. It might be good, he thought, to meet some people. On the other hand, she did appear to have something on her mind, and might not appreciate company. He rapped his fingers on his book as he thought. "Ah, why not." he muttered, rising to his feet. He began walking towards her, book tucked neatly beneath his arm. Bad idea, he thought as he reached the half way point. Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea, "Hello there. Mind if I sit with you?"

IC: Marrak sat comfortably in the inn, reading a book titled "Of Burning Swords", which had been written by a Toa of Fire. The Toa of Ice had little practical use for knowledge on the manipulation of fire, but found the content fascinating. He smiled as he turned the page. This particular chapter was about the consumption of oxygen, and various situations in which fire attacks could be detrimental or beneficial. Completely lost in the material, Marrak was almost completely oblivious to his surroundings.

IC:Tekkoh entered the inn, walking straight to the barman. "Whatever's cheap," he said, sliding over a few widgets. The matoran behind the counter handed him a bottle of something that smelled vaguely alcoholic. Tekkoh muttered a quick thanks and walked over to a table, taking a seat and sipping his drink. The atmosphere was about what one would expect for a cheap bar located in a hole in the ground, dank and dreary. He gazed around at the other patrons. No one really interesting, save for some Toa in black and red armor. Tekkoh's gaze hovered on him for a moment before he returned to his drink.

"Who am I kidding," Tekkoh muttered. He wasn't going to find any purpose here. He pivoted in place to head back to a bar he had passed. If Onu-Koro has nothing to do, probably it will at least have something to drink.

Hey, I've got an unoccupied Toa of Gravity in Onu-Koro if anyone's interested. Walk up and punch him in the face, ask him if you can borrow a cup of sugar, ask him his political opinions, whatever floats your boat. He is nowhere specific so you get to choose where in the Koro the interaction takes place.

IC:Tekkoh entered the Koro, glad to be in a more open space. Taking a deep breath, he gazed around. Over all he found the place dreary and dull, but much better than the tiny tunnels. He walked the streets, glancing around to see if there was anyone in need of a Toa. Probably not, he thought. There are many Toa already handling, well, nearly everything. Probably something menial left for him to do though.

IC:In his wandering, Tekkoh came across a sign on the cave wall. 'Onu-Koro' it read, with an arrow pointing ahead. "Finally..." the Toa of Gravity muttered. He continued walking, feeling slightly less aggravated with his current situation.