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  1. IC: Vyartha | The Iron Mahi Thanks to my years of military training and experience in the roughest parts of this island, I caught the stuffed sloth (oh, how droll, Nikarra) easily. "When I was younger," I said, "there was a folk song that my mother sang -- of a great Toa of Air. Not Lewa the Toa, for this was before any of the First Toa had arrived on these shores, mind you. But it was a hero who must have been able to command the winds, for they walked on threads high above us. I don't recall the name of the song. But I remember the tune--" And so I hummed it for her, quietly, as best I could recall it from the days of my youth. OOC: @Goose -Void
  2. IC: Nika | ??? Had the Toa said something? Nika hadn't caught it, occupied as he was with staying alive. The brief moment that the Toa spent tumbling to the roof where used by Nika to push himself back onto his feet. This wasn't the sort of fight that he was primed for, wasn't the kind of job he had trained himself to do -- and so, without time to load another lightstone into his rifle, he simply grabbed one of the daggers from his belt and hurled it at the Toa. In another life, he might have taken off running at the same time. Unfortunately, Pae was still there. Karz! OOC: @Snelly -Void
  3. IC: Nika | ??? Nika may, indeed, have lost track of the flying Toa after his initial attack -- a mistake that he would regret if he made it out of this mess alive. But he had spent most of his life on his own in dangerous territory, and so he had figured out how to keep his wits about him no matter what. He could, for instance, note the subtle pull of a flyer's slipstream as she passed over him, and the shadow of a figure blocking the lights of the surrounding buildings -- or the harsh whistle of a weapon coming down for his head. Nika whirled, bringing his rifle up to block the incoming weapon -- a Rahkstaff, as Spirit be his witness -- with enough force to block it from cracking his skull open, but not enough to keep the sheer weight of the strike from driving him onto his back. With few options, and even fewer aces up his sleeve, all he could do was swing one of his legs up in a kick at his flying opponent. OOC: @Snelly -Void
  4. IC: Vyartha | The Iron Mahi "I...." It was like walking to the executioner's block -- I could see myself about to die, but simply could not stop walking forward. The best that I could manage was to cling to some measure of dignity. I carefully, meticulously, leaned my elbows on the table, clasping my hands together in front of my face, and regarded Nikarra over my knuckles. "...yes," I said. "Would you... please... play your guitar for me?" OOC: @Goose IC: Rynekk | The Fowadi "Frankly, I don't think Stannis would tell us anything that wasn't already in the public record," Rynekk said. "He's the de facto leader of the Maru, which means that he writes the party line -- he wouldn't suddenly break it for a couple of mooks like us. I think that if we want to figure out what happened down in Makuta's den, we need to find someone close enough to Stannis that he'd confide the truth in, but not close enough that they wouldn't be willing to blow a whistle or two if need be. Have you heard any rumours about a schism in the Maru, or-- Karz, does Stannis even have any friends beyond them?" OOC: @Silvan Haven @NorikSigma -Void
  5. IC: Plagia | The Dark Walk Karz! The last time I had faced down a Rahkshi had been at the Battle of Le-Koro, during Makuta's last desperate attack before the Maru had defeated him. I had been outnumbered and outmatched -- and I had only survived by the skin of my teeth, but I had the mountain range of scars as a keepsake from it. I knew better than anyone else here that we needed a fast exit, and one that meant the least contact with these demons. Which meant having to fight at distance. I brought my knuckles together, scraping my gauntlets one against the other, listening to the crackle and pop of static electricity growing and growing between them -- before throwing my fists forward, letting two bolts of lightning fly loose from them, aimed directly at the Rahkshi blocking the exit. OOC: @Light @dark walk crew -Void
  6. IC: Daijuno | The Great Takea I took another drag on my cigar, now little more than a smouldering stump, before putting it out in a nearby ashtray and tucking it into a pocket. "You ask me, you're better off forgetting," I said. "Not much from back home that's worth remembering for me, at the very-- Ach, you must think I'm being insensitive, which isn't my intention. Tell ya what, we've got people from the archipelago that we call Willhammers -- people who're trained to, ah, get into other peoples' minds. I can ask around, pull some strings, maybe get one of them to go 'round and look into this. Given that the imperial coffers are halfway 'cross the world, I think most of them would appreciate the work. Shuuan, you wouldn't happen to know anyone for the job, would you?" OOC: @Vezok's Friend @Mel -Void
  7. IC: Vyartha | The Iron Mahi "I... didn't know," was all that I could say -- an insipid repetition. "What...." What happened before us? What happened after us? What drives you from place to place like this? What must I do to follow you? What must I do to keep you from leaving me again? It was all so insipid. All so stupid. I was Vyartha Vena, the Pride of the New Daedra -- and I wasn't-- I couldn't-- Nikarra would leave if I kept being stupid. "What... should I do to get you to play?" was all I could say. "Now. On your guitar." OOC: @Goose -Void
  8. IC: Vyartha | The Iron Mahi It was then that I realized how tightly the fingers of my right hand were gripping the armrest of my seat. Whatever Nikarra had told me of her past had been sparse and carefully-worded -- and I presumed that there would be time enough to pry further in at a later date, when... emotions had not run as hot. My previous desire for hedonism, since scoured away from me in the darkness of an inn room, had left me ignorant. Was this now the time to correct past mistakes? "I... did not know you played," I said, slowly, the words thick and awkward in my throat. "Guitar, I mean." OOC: @Goose -Void
  9. IC: Vyartha | The Iron Mahi My own expression was as controlled as ever. Although it would have been nice to engage openly in sentimentality -- a sparkling vulnerability -- I knew that I could not. Do not forget, dear reader, that I was once wounded enough by the theft of a mere letter from my abodes that I rendered the thief-master little more than pulp. And, although I assure you that vengeance did not dwell in my heart for Nikarra, it cannot be denied that she stole something much dearer to me than a letter when she left last. To allow her to take something else now... it would not do to lower my guard too much. To become too comfortable with her presence. "The shores of Ta-Wahi were never without their charms," I said, tilting my head to gaze at the window and at the passing landscape. "You never struck me as a woman of the desert." OOC: @Goose -Void
  10. IC: Vyartha | The Iron Mahi Although Greed himself had selected Nikarra for his society of sinners, she was a woman of many virtues. A predilection towards honesty was one of them, for good or for ill. In days of old, and with another person, I would have pushed hard upon the issue, demanded answers. But now, and with her.... My hand still twitched though, a momentary impulse to clutch her fingers and hold them, as she had once done for me. But it would have been foolish, childish. I restrained myself. "I see," I said. "I've heard that the Po-Wahi coast is wonderful this time of year." For a moment, I indulged in the fantasy of the two of us upon a sun-drenched beach together somewhere, watching slip beneath the horizon into night. "It is... good to see you again, Nikarra," I continued. "It is good to hear... that you're... well." But it must have been too late for such things. To try, to ask -- that would be the ultimate humiliation, yet another flaying at the hands of Sloth, another little death by her touch. Like I restrained my hand, I tried to restrain my soul as well. But I found myself unable to stop, caught in the gravity of the act -- as a stream must always lead to the ocean, as sparks upon wood must grow to a flame, as stories must inevitably reach their climax. "As it happens," I said, "I'm also headed to find water. Perhaps I could... accompany you." Reader, I could not help it. As always, Nikarra was simply too good at drawing out a climax from me. OOC: @Goose -Void
  11. IC: Daijuno | The Great Takea "Hear hear," I said, clinking my glass against Shuuan's once she'd placed it back down on the bar counter. "Best not to think too hard about what happens if our precious, saintly Rora decides she's unhappy with how things are run over here. No matter what her flying brakas over there said, that girl is Imperial through-and-through, and that's never meant anything but trouble for anyone who isn't to-the-palace-born. All I can hope for is that your guardswoman have learned enough about Dasakan psychic ###### through Sergeant Whitehout and Sinshi's... ah... knowledge sharing." I took another long drag on my cigar. "But that's damnably weird, Rhow, about the memories thing," I continued. "Did anyone here ever have any theories about it? Maybe there's some sorta, what, amnesiac mists that we missed in our submarine. Wouldn't that be funny?" OOC: @Vezok's Friend @Mel -Void
  12. IC: Nika | ??? So Nika jumped. It was a flailing, ugly, uninspiring maneuver -- but not entirely graceless. After all, only a few months ago, Nika would never have taken such a risk, exposed himself to the disks of the Ussalry and the whims of gravity solely on the word of another mercenary, and a mask-bearing one at that. Even if it meant turning to face his attackers, eye to the scope of an empty rifle, he would have taken those odds over those of an ally being honest with him. But whatever had changed over those past months -- changes that Nika had only suspected, but now knew to be confirmed -- had been, they were sticking to him. So no, Nika's leap was entirely graceless. It was leap of faith, after all. He hit the hard stone of the opposite roof on his left knee, and though he tried to roll the impact of the landing off, he could only barely bring himself back up to a kneeling position once he was there. He turned his head, looking back at Pae -- and at the mechanical fascist behind him, probably already planning another attack. Pae had already taken one hit by him, and with so much of his focus necessarily being dedicated to the waves of crabs below him, Nika would need to be the one to watch his back. But, without time to load another round into his lightstone rifle, what was a Vortixx to-- His fingers brushed against the smooth surface of the Stralix disk at his hip. Oh. Nika pulled himself around so that he could kneel facing his friend and his foes. He had never been much of an athlete, preferring to leverage cold technology against his marks over muscle. But he had already tossed aside his disk launcher to get a clean shot at the Toa. He was out of options. So, gripping the disk tight, he pulled hard and hurled the disk at the Matoran in the mech-suit. With any luck, the explosion would only be enough to stun the pilot, maybe even disable the suit -- Nika still wasn't looking to kill anybody. But again: not yet, anyway. OOC: @Palm @Snelly @ARROW404 Just to be clear, this is Aar that Nika is aiming at. -Void
  13. IC: Rynekk | The Fowadi "I missed them entirely, I'm afraid," Rynekk said, shrugging. "But I trust your ears, Kale. Let's just hope we can trust our friends to stay on-target long enough to get some information out of the Maru." He raised an eyebrow. "Unless you think we should do our own investigating?" OOC: @Silvan Haven IC: Vyartha | The Iron Mahi Slowly, haltingly, I squeezed my frame into the seat across from Nikarra. Spirit, who made this set-up so cramped? "I ... have been here and there," I said. I glanced between her and the landscape flying by in the window, as it was suddenly quite difficult to look at her in the face. Looking at the curve of her jawline, the slope of her brow, the desert light twinkling in her green eyes-- "The Da-- our seven did not last much longer after your departure, and we each were cast to the six winds. I spent some time in the City of Ice during the occupation, but I did not do much there. When Reordin Maru liberated that city, I could not tell you what side I fought for -- I simply fought to escape from it again. I have ... been escaping, lately. Wahi to Wahi, place to place. I had hoped to find some refuge in Castle Blackrock, the desert home of the necromancers of Ak'rei'an, but it appears that someone has already ... dealt with them. So I am here, heading to Forsi. I could not tell you why." I realized how tightly my fingers were digging into the sides of the table. I made a conscious effort to loosen them. "And what of you, Nikarra?" I asked, trying to meet her gaze. "Where have you been?" OOC: @Goose -Void
  14. IC: Vyartha | The Iron Mahi I might have winced at the sound of her voice. "Nikarra," I replied, the name scraping out of my throat like steel on steel -- it had, after all, been too long since I had used my voice in my travels. "It has been ... a long time." I could not tell you how long I stood in that threshold, unspeaking. At times, it felt like mere seconds -- at other moments, years could have elapsed. I could only stare at her, at Sloth, at Nikarra. It was only when the silence became unbearably, palpably, oppressive to the senses that I hastily gestured to the seat across from her. "May I?" I said, my voice cracking between the two words. I prayed that she would not notice -- but knew that she would. OOC: @Goose -Void
  15. IC: Rynekk | The Fowadi "If I knew that, my fists would worn down to the bone right about now," Rynekk replied with a grim chuckle. "Besides, we're not exactly fonts of wisdom ourselves, now are we? What I reckon we need is a little more information. Find a Maru, and get them to finally tell us, point-blank, what happened down there in Makuta's lair. And, Karz, if we could get someone into the ranks of His followers, that wouldn't--" It was then that Rynekk slowly realized what he was saying. "--be.... too bad, either." OOC: @Silvan Haven IC: Vyartha | The Iron Mahi The Iron Mahi had rolled through several stops before I stood up from the seat and walked over to her. This is a big island, after all -- it did not seem at all likely that she would have ended up here at the same time as I. What is the line? I wondered, thinking back to the stage-script that I had found in the bowels of the Wise Man's Archives, gutted from the occupation of Ko. 'Of all the gin-joints in all the world, she walks into mine.' No, that is not entirely true. This island isn't as big as people say it is -- the same names always seem to come out of the woodwork. My hesitation had not been out of shock, nor out of disbelief. It was.... I forbid you to tell anyone that I have said this, but if was out of hesitation. What would it mean to speak to her again, even to stand in her presence? The last time I had seen her had been a kind of rending. I feel it is not hyperbole to say that I emerged from that encounter in a kind of post-mortem state -- either Pride of the New Daedra had been killed, or Vyartha Vena had. Who is to say how -- or if -- I would emerge this time? No, I thought. Better to leave it. And yet I still found myself standing in the threshold of her compartment, my ragged cloak hanging limp off of me. I felt -- I knew -- that I should say something. But I could not find the words. OOC: @Goose -Void
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