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  1. IC: Myhruk [Ta-Koro] "Yeah." Probably why the fella brought it up - he'd seen the signs from others. Whispers. Reminded him of whatever past he wasn't getting back. Had to be frustrating. "Dunno if I'd want to go back. There's always a 'somewhere' for folks like us, but knowing that somewhere isn't nowhere isn't any better if I'll still never be there. Is what it is, y'know?" A sigh. He pushed himself off of the away with a clenched fist, standing up straight with a nod of thanks for helping keep him stable earlier. The stone was familiar. Reminded him of something... what had they been talking about? Oh yeah. "Maybe we should punch the ocean." Hard to say if that was a joke or not.
  2. IC: Myhruk [Ta-Koro, Alley] "Wish you knew?"
  3. IC: Myhruk [Ta-Koro, Alley] "I don't- I just said that but I don't know why I don't- why did I say that. I don't know it, but I know it's it, you know?" the flustered and scared Lesterin rambled. He took a few deep breaths with closed eyes, deep in a concentration as frustration grew on his brow. He let out an irritated grunt and looked the samaritan in the eye. "Ever forget something you were just thinking about? Get distracted once and it's gone but you remember that it's gone, and that's more annoying and you wish you forgot that you forgot? It's like it was there and now it's gone again..." He lamented further, slowly reeling his emotions back in with a gritted jaw. I had a dad? Have, a dad? After a few moments, he picked up on what treeman had mentioned. "You're a washup too?"
  4. IC: Myhruk [Ta-Koro, Streets] Ta-Koro's son nodded along. "Here and In There." yeah, he'd been there too. Ga? No, but he'd seen a beach once. Maybe a few times. Facial features raised in an expression of interest. Ko? He'd seen Ihu... over the shoulder of Mangai, distorted by the volcano's plumes. Hung out near the cablecar sometimes, but that's as close as he'd gotten. He looked almost confused why a jungle kid would go up there, it looked cold. Maybe their trees were different, too. He'd seen a few on the side of the mountain. Oh, only in passing. That made more sense. Probably took the cablecar down. The Lesterin was surprised that jungle boy seemed frustrated by his own meager response. A furrowed brow, as if his own escapades escaped him. Truth be told, the brickbuster himself felt the same way lately. Yeah he'd been around the block forever, but it felt like he hadn't done anything yet. That one day the recurring nightmare he woke up to started to change. Felt like every day it was more real, and there was more to it. Lately he had this strange gut feeling that there was more out there. Not more out there than Ta-Koro - he begrudgingly admitted that - but more out there like a part of him was missing out there. But so far gone that he didn't know what to even look for. Until his new pal asked a question back. The clocked-out cop didn't notice anything abnormal in the confused kid's eyes, in fact, his response was chill and matter of fact "Yeah, grew up there. Helped my pops run his ferry over to the spineless bay over on Zakaz. Couple times we even went as far as Zarrava, but he tried to keep me on the boat for that. Dangerous waters and all - was just a kid, so I don't blame him. But yeah we mostly we stayed on Sssss." Until he reached a word that he never remembered that he knew. "Sp-" "Sppp-" "Suuuuhhhhh-" "Supper-" "Real-" "Really?-" There was a ringing in his ear as the word repeated itself past the point of shattering into a mixture of sounds. They clashed like swordsmen, until the blades crossed and aligned into a marker of his past and future, a magnetic pull in his own blood as it swirled in circular loops inside his short circuiting brain. SSSSSSSS SEEEEEEE SEPPPPPP SEPRRRRR SEPRIIII SEPRILLL SEPRILLL SEPRILLI The estranged son of Seprilli blinked, eyes widening, pupils dilating as if he had just exited a trance. The scared Lesterin shivered and wobbled as if he had lost his balance despite leaning against the wall. His arms uncrossed instinctually, reaching out to either side to balance himself. "WAIT, what did you- why did you say-? What???"
  5. IC: Myhruk [Ta-Koro] huh. "huh." Not having a city meant not having a home. And sawmill had been in the jungle for a while from the sounds of things - no, he grew up there, those were the words. "hmmph..." Sounded awful. "You get lost in all those trees?" Maybe that's why the Toa wanted to punch them so much. "If you've never been to their Koro... where have you been?"
  6. IC: Myhruk [Ta-Koro, Alley] He watched with care, admiring the delicate planning and finesse of the movements as the Toa experimented with punching Ta-Koro's soot-stained walls. He slowly nodded for a few moments, as if imagining what a banana tree was for the first time, before throwing a much more conclusive nod in the walldenting protégé's direction. "Yea." There was a kikanalo in the room, though. Myhruk was trying to remember something important that he really needed to know now... "Y'know, one time, somebody told me that all the way over in Le-Koro, they make walls out of trees, right? Ever punched one of those?"
  7. OOC: Had the post 90% done, but then I was searching for track with vibes and then my mind found a track that caused my brain to do this and then I :stemmer:'d and rewrote the entire thing on a whim in only thrice the time! IC: Nichou [Ga-Koro, Streets] SOUND EFFECT: Record scratch, indicative of it being time for something entirely different. MUSIC CUE: "We'll Meet Again" by The Ink Spots. Slightly funny in a fourth wall context to some, but importantly they write straight bangers of slow moody vibes that fit, and the real reason is I'm sleep deprived, high on posting energy, and going through a Better Call Saul withdrawal. Hey, that rhymes! EXT. GREAT TAKEA - EVENING A LARGE GROUP OF MATORAN and other assorted PLAYER CHARACTERS are loosely assembled on one of Ga-Koro's lilypads. RANOK, SIGRUS, TOA TIMAK, and AURAX discuss a quest, but they are hardly audible, as we slowly pan and zoom to the subject of this post: the Onu-Matoran NICHOU, who has reached out to give the Fa-Matoran NALE a handshake. The BOOMING VOICE of the FAKE SCREENPLAY NARRATOR gets OLD QUICKLY but it's AMUSING to write. From over NALE's shoulder, we see the confused face of the carpenter. It becomes clear that he is confused by the Fa-Matoran's utterly frozen expression. She is apparently struck by an inexplicable embarrassment. The COURIER NEW font makes it look official which makes it FUNNIER. NALE "Oh, Nale." She laughs nervously and places a hand on her chest. Nichou's outstretched arm doesn't waver as he silently watches and awaits her response to the offer. I also BOOSTED the FONT SIZE to make the post BIGGER and thus BETTER. NALE "Nah-ley." Now it's Nichou who looks somewhat embarrassed. Nale was a simple name, and he bungled it thoughtlessly. He winces and gives a reassuring smile as Nale begins to trip over her words. NICHOU (Thoughts) At least I got that mistake out of the way immediately... NALE (CONT'D) (Faintly, muffled to the audience) "I’m really a friend of Eita and Nara’s (no relation) but I wouldn’t mind getting to know Lekua better, I guess…” SLOW, LONG ZOOM as Nichou politely smiles and nods along as he listens, although confusion is etched around his optics because Nale's train of thought appears more disrupted than the stylistic inconsistencies of this post. Nale continues to leave Nichou's handshake unacknowledged, but he is not frustrated, as he knows that it is not out of disrespect, but because there is evidently a lot on her mind. NICHOU (Thoughts) There is a lot going on... CUT to Nale's optics drifting their focus away from Nichou for a time. Perhaps she isn't tuning out the bustle behind Nichou as well as he was. FOCUS SHIFT from a close up of Nichou to several feet behind him, where RANOK, SIGRUS, TIMAK, and KANOHI loudly discuss something that looks and feels more important. The carpenter's optics dart in that direction momentarily - as Nale has proven, optical contact is overrated anyways - but his gaze shifts back towards Nale when his peripheral vision alerts him that she has done the same. He continues to listen carefully towards the end of the word salad, understanding the intent without necessarily understanding how the order of the words she says actually make that point. NICHOU (Thoughts, faintly) That commotion is why I messed up her name in the first place, after all... NALE (CONT'D) (Louder than before) "...not that-I mean-I'd be fine getting to know you too. Or, yeah. No!" Nichou looks just about ready to turn around and look at the companions, as if he was getting this awkward feeling that he was missing something important behind him or that his buddies were waiting on him, but then SUDDENLY: END MUSIC CUE. By this point you either have dark mode on or you're very persistent. BEGIN MUSIC CUE: BRAZIL APPROVED BEATS Nale grabs Nichou's hand and shakes it vigorously while her run on sentence coalesces into an obvious question: SMASH CUT TO STANDARD POST FORMATTING AS THE BIT HAS BECOME DRAWN OUT BY THIS POINT. “Sorry. Your name is…?” He blinked, proper nouns evading his train of thought momentarily. His name is...? "Nichou." What else was there to say? Uh oh. That meant a pause! Better fill it with something! Preferably something witty! "But if you want to, you can mispronounce or misspell it without consequence," he grinned. He raised the index finger on his left hand. Apparently, they were still shaking hands as if both of them had forgotten how long that was supposed to continue. "Once."
  8. IC: Myhruk [Ta-Koro, Alley] The Lesterin watched with interest as the Toa's knuckles contacted the stone wall. He was surprised to see the stranger being so open to his ideas. He got the sense that they understood each other quite well, despite being different species, delivering justice through different means, and not even knowing each other's names. "Mmmm," he nodded in agreement. He leaned against his own wall, crossed arms silently nursing their own aching as he watched the generalist intently. The Toa seemed nearly as young as he was... and yet something in his optics made it seem like he had been around longer than the vigilante. "Are charred trees tougher than live ones, or did you just run out of trees in Le?" The fool admitted that expanding his own repertoire might be the wise move. The thought of the city boy trading his jungle for a real one was as intriguing as it was frightening. He knew every street of his city. Maybe the stranger knew every tree like he knew every wall (How big was a forest anyways? Couple hundred trees?). How deep could his bag of tricks get if this was all he knew? The generalist knew what it was like to be somewhere else. Do other things. Maybe the wall warrior would have ended up the same way himself, had he only washed ashore on a different beach. They had a silent understanding and that kept the truth evident. Rarely did the loner have the opportunity to have such grounded advice given so freely.
  9. IC: Kreigero [Temple of Peace] The huntress sat up. She blinked and shook her head - littering clumps of snow on Reyal and Savrehn in the process. The former shook himself vigorously to pass it back to her and her friend. Kreigero chuckled at the pointlessness of the exchange, then followed the other Ko-Matoran's lead and began to pet her hunting partner too. She turned to face the alpinist's Tryna, her own dark grey Kanohi twitching slightly. "I must have hit it pretty hard - I had the strangest of dreams. Full of dragons and danger. Pretty scary stuff," she joked. "Thanks for fending them off, Sav," she continued with an uncharacteristic smirk. The longer the conversation went on and the more awake the trapper became, the more she noticed just how weary Savrehn looked. It was at that moment that Kreigero became distinctly glad that she didn't have a mirror handy. "Might want to make sure none of them hit you on the head, you look like you could use some Bula." "..." "..." "You have any dreams?" And they said Ko-Matoran didn't know how to make small talk IC: Vrill [Wise Man's Archive, The Backroom] Vrill raised a steady hand to Muir in a rare interjection. "Correct me if I'm wrong but I thought Nuju-Marion was a hospital. 'No do harm' and all that. Whatever the chemistry is here, it's making them stronger and us weaker, so the more we can learn about it, the better," he reasoned with his partner. "Plus, if the Maru or Kalta are involved, there can be proper supervision to ensure things don't get out of hand." Vrill knew he couldn't hide his utter lack of faith in either "team" of "heroes" from Fenn, but by looking at the lawyer, the spy could at disguise that lie even further from the others in the room. "Nobody needs to weaponize Antidermis. The enemy, He already did that - whether we wanted it or not. It's on us to take that weapon from them. Learn how to destroy it or get it to backfire on them." "We can't know for sure. It is a risk, but so is doing nothing. Leave it in darkness too long and we won't be prepared when things escalate." Ever the pragmatist, the Cy-Toa struck a middle ground. Truth be told, he could think of a few applications for the stuff himself. Corrupt the right person with that ichor and it could solve a lot of problems for a lot of people while keeping a low profile. Especially if one is simply revealing the target to be what everyone knows they already are on the inside. As Skorm exemplified, it was a tragic fate, but certainly less messy than the old-fashioned way of 'removing' an obstacle - a character assassination was more amenable than a real one. While a ghastly effect, in the right situations, it was a justifiable method. Rarely was there a tool in the field of wetwork that could even be used under the constraints of the Toa Code (not that many of its practitioners cared). Depending on how Antidermis could be purged, it might even be a psychosis a target only needs to experience long enough to get them out of the way. Remarkably humane... from a certain point of view. knock knock let makuta in
  10. IC: Quoribay [Iron Mahi, ?th Car, Boxed In] There's a saying. "No plan survives contact with the enemy." Well, as you can see, for once, something the mahi-ple repeat is actually true. There's another saying that has value: expect the unexpected. That's why, while all Karzahni was breaking lose in the front cars, insane levels of kane-ra-dung that surprised both those watching the heist and those participating in it, me being trapped in that stinky crate with a Lesterin was not a problem at all. I had accounted for all of these expected, improbable odds. No twist in the road was out of sight for my master plan. No matter what the goalie did, I was kicking the kohlii ball in a trajectory two dimensions ahead of his brain. However, being stuck in the box waiting for Skrol to hear if the guards had moved away yet was certainly boring, and at the time, even someone as patient and forgiving as I am was mildly irritated by the lack of immediate knowledge of my surroundings. Point is - the details are a bit fuzzy since I didn't see them firsthand, but I swear on Zataka's huh-hmm that all of that #### I just said had happened in those front cars is actually true. You corroborate any stories from that day and you'll hear the exact same things - this isn't some tall tale. I may lie in the line of duty, but never when I'm chronicling the deeds of Mata Nui's greatest criminal.
  11. IC: Nichou [Ga-Koro, Streets] Before Lekua could answer Nichou's question, the foreigner spoke up, addressing all nearby in that classic "I'm not from around here, but I'm important back home (Source: dude trust me)" way. This stranger rattled off an entire expedition's worth of crew in his entourage, most of whom went in one of Nichou's audio receptors and out the other. Hearing the Le-Matoran's name among the company's enlisted caused Nichou's mind to race to conclusions and dump any detailed memory of the other names in the process. Without skipping a beat, Nichou whispered to Lekua with a bemused smirk. He had his answer for what Lekua was up to, regardless of the hotshot pilot's input: "Ah, tourism. Got it." Sigrus and Ranok, Nichou's own posse, were rather invested in this whole wild Taku chase, but that didn't snag the Onu-Matoran's attention. He gave Lekua a pat on the shoulder as he maneuvered past the Le-Matoran, looking at his pal and silently nodding his head sideways towards some of the others that Eita had mentioned - a move that unambiguously said "let's go meet your friends". The Onu-Matoran circled near the outskirts of the assembled beings, towards the one who had been looking in his direction earlier. Was she an old client he forgot about or something? Perhaps the shaded lenses to guard his sensitive eyes were an oddity? Not that many Onu-Koronans travelled to the dockyards of Ga-Koro, after all. Floating was as much the opposite of being underground as being up in Le-Koro's trees. Unnatural business... but Nichou did love the purity of the water all around them. "Friend of Lekua's? Narr-ayy, right?" Nichou quietly began, offering the Fa-Matoran a handshake. OOC: @BBBBalta @Tarn and whoever else wants to vibe at the back of the crowd while others talk about Quest Business™
  12. IC: Myhruk [Ta-Koro, Alley] The Lesterin's posture loosened. He didn't have disdain for The Law™, but the knowledge that the tree-puncher was an enforcer of it certainly added new flavor to the earlier suggestions. Had he just utterly failed at picking up on the implications? That actually stung. As he responded, he did at least slide the brass knuckles off his digits, stowing them in a pouch on his belt in a confident, yet slow motion. He wasn't entirely tone deaf, he thought. Instead of wasting his breath in an apology to the officer, the self-taught brawler answered the question with a straight face and a barely perceptible shrug. "A dabbler." Hobbyist would have sounded too childish. This guy was talking about "The Art" and everything. Best to not make any claims he couldn't back up. Underpromise, overdeliver. Like anyone who spends his off hours punching walls would know - most of the battle was psychological*. Principles guided the Matoran civilization; poets said that Ta-Koro's strength was granted by its deep principle of courage, which only fear could undermine. Like his home city, time and time again, the Lesterin would not be afraid. Well, aside from being afraid of how "martial art hobbyist" would sound. *The soreness came later.
  13. IC: Myhruk [Ta-Koro, Alley] The Lesterin hadn't figured out what was going on. He was still too surprised that someone decided to not only approach the angry young man, but strike up a conversation on... form? Who was this guy? "You a boxer?" he riposted after a few moments of thought, doing everything to ignore satisfying "magnet man"'s sly grin with the acknowledgement of the potential risks of disturbing a weaver's peace. His stare gave the impression of someone with crossed arms, despite them both dangling bored by his sides.
  14. IC: Myhruk [Ta-Koro, Alley] The jabs didn't let up. "Why punch trees?" he said in between sharp breaths and grunts of exertion. "No ####ing trees here." After finishing that particular kata, he paused to get a better look at the stranger. ####, this dude looked like he had punched more than his fair share of trees. "'Sides; what did trees ever do to you, lumberjack?"
  15. IC: Myhruk [Ta-Koro, Alley] A different rhythm joined the omnipresent melody of hammer blows in Ta-Koro's forging district. Its synchronized notes did not carry the metallic ring of hammers on protodermis, but the dull crunch of brass against brick. The ashy grey Lesterin was angry, his swirling orange birthmarks and burnt orange head almost a cartoonish embodiment of his fuming passion, while the more restrained streaks of white along his chestplate betrayed a radiant inner focus. That focus constrained the anger he couldn't explain into a tool he could justify. His preferred outlet of frustration? Slowly imprinting the igneous brick walls of a familiar winding alley with countless dents from his brass knuckles until he could do so no longer. Early on, the Su-Lesterin's constraint was of his body, but discipline and repetition had purged such an excuse from his system. Lately, the only thing that stopped his reprieve from the dire responsibility of thought was the timing of guard patrols. Luckily, the last one should have passed through and been well out of earshot minutes ago, and the next time one would swing nearby was almost an hour from now. The local workers and customers were either too busy or not nosy enough to intervene. At least, not so far. In this sanctum of circumstance, he trained himself the only way he knew how - raw effort. It gave him something to focus on without the constraints of work or the freedom to let his mind wander too far. He let himself simulate the rigors of the hunt, batter himself harder than his foes would, so he could overcome and adapt to whatever they threw his way. The plasma elemental continuously fought his city with the numbing crunch of every swing, so that when he fought for his city, there would be nothing it could hit him with that was tougher than his own conditioning. OOC: Open for interaction.
  16. IC: Vrill [Wise Man's Archive, The Backroom] Vrill looked at Cyrix. He did have the most up-close experience with someone under Antidermis's influence. Well, closer than Vrill had seen, at least.
  17. IC: Nichou [Ga-Koro, Streets] Nichou's attention span forced the Toa's voice to trail off as far as he was concerned - particularly after he began talking more to the nearby Dashi and orange-armored Matoran. The Onu-Matoran was focused on his old partner-in-justice, Lekua. The Le-Matoran acted as cheery as they came, but even despite how long it had been since they had seen each other and how much both of them had changed in the intervening years, it was clear to Nichou that a quiet intensity lurked beneath the pleasantries. Was he in Ga-Koro on a mission? Hard to say. Nichou was sure Lekua would be more frank in a less public environment. The carpenter glanced around - the square was a mass of various people, it had become difficult to make out precisely where his own travelling partners were amongst the various intermingling groups. It looked as if Ranok was talking to an odd group of Matoran, Toa, and Lesterin, while Sigrus was... somewhere. Nichou noticed over Lekua's shoulder that the other Fa-Matoran quickly darted her gaze away as soon his own moved in her direction. Had she been staring at him? Perhaps a friend of Lekua's. "I'd love to hear about it sometime," Nichou softly responded. "Got a story or two of my own. Finally got to talk with Stanman about the old days, among other things." For all Nichou knew, Lekua had already done the same. He wasn't quite sure how nostalgic the Le-Koronan was; after all, he had been the most confident in his own leadership at the time. He probably had a few war stories of his own by now. Maybe the Gukko force called him back up for the siege of Ko-Koro? The types of jobs a pilot got were far more interesting than Nichou's own civil engineering exploits. At least, to most people. In fact, it was probably the presence of the crystal fleet that brought him here too. Deliveries, sightseeing, transportation, intelligence gathering - as unfortunate as the situation was, the refugee crisis bred lots of opportunity. For better and worse. "Sounds like you're in Ga on business instead of pleasure, though. That right?"
  18. OOC: Gonna pick up the pace here, move us along somewhat IC: Kreigero [The Drifts] Ko-Wahi's drifts were infamous for their ability to consume travelers in a labyrinth of snow dunes. In the shadows of night, with only the soft glow of bounced moonlight as proof that you weren't blind, and the bitter cold the only proof that you weren't dead, it needed no walls to become a maze. And yet within this abyss, there was a place that all explorers knew. A collection of stones - ruins, really - placed in formation in a time before any living recall. Amidst the harshest of storms, these stones did not fall nor crack. Within their borders, there was a solemn pact of peace. Rarely had it been violated. That peaceful reputation made the unmarked cairn a surprising sight - these nearby stones were a new addition. Yet, it was clear that they were placed with as much care as the monoliths that were tribute to Mata Nui. It was hard to say if superstition or serendipity lead the three Matoran to the temple of peace. What was certain was that the decision to finally make camp there was uncontested. ~~~ Kreigero did not awake to the bright lights of Artakha, or even the rising red glow of the sun. She woke up because it was raining. Strange - it never rains this high up. Rain was never that warm, either. Nor did it smell like... fur? Kreigero began wiping a familiar Hapaka's slobber off of her cheek. She blinked as she saw Reyal, reminding herself that she wasn't dead.
  19. IC: Long Dihunai [Ga-Koro, Docks] On the docks adjacent to the Yukanna and Chiisai Ryuu, a Menti watched. She kept an eye on the new arrivals on the dock, but equally glanced towards the growing activity aboard the two ships. It was evident from all her senses on both planes that something very wrong was still afoot inside of the Ryuu. Like Sighteyes, imperials projected an illusion of control that the average Dasaskan would be lulled into believing. Doubly so for the navy. Triply so for such a technological marvel as the Ryuu. This belief of power was being challenged by locals who, like the Tajaar, saw through the cracks of this illusion. The Ryuu's greatest defense was its image; no imperial would be foolish enough to think they could take control of such a vessel. That forced Dihunai to ask herself: if a team of commandos were dismantling that image, would it be a bad thing? Maybe this was the wakeup call the fleet needed to go beyond the bureaucracy of governance and deep-seated tribal rivalries. Exploiting the empire's weaknesses revealed them to all - as a teacher, Dihunai knew much could be learned from these mistakes. Whether they would be the right lessons or not remained to be seen. The last thing Dihunai needed was a crackdown. She was already wary of her tenuous connection to the Rora - such an incident might bring a closer eye to anyone going outside of official channels. As a preparatory measure, Dihunai slowly strolled across the dock from the building she had been leaning against to the edge off the water, near where Yumiwa was working, but not close enough to risk breaking the ruse the Rora was playing. Dihunai had taken a great risk to infiltrate the queen's circles, and only was now beginning to see results. For some reason, Dihunai had a feeling that the fate of this submarine would continue to change their relationship more than it already had. How it did so was beyond her, and so she silently cursed her shortsightedness. The impatient Menti watched a purple Dasaka enter the ship. Perhaps he would bring it under control.
  20. IC: Vrill [Wise Men's Archive, The Backroom] 'Syzygos' was content to keep Cyrix and Niici waiting... but after a glance to Muirtagh, he relented. "Antidermis."
  21. IC: Vrill [Wise Man's Archive, The Backroom] Vrill watched the woman sit down across the table from him, his expression aloof. After a momentary pause, he nodded in response to her question.
  22. OOC: Thanks for the rundown Silv, Fowadi peeps do be everywhere these days and it's easy to lose track IC: Long Dihunai [Ga-Koro, Docks] 'Aggressors'? The short Menti leaned against the leafy outer wall of the nearby hut, barely refraining from delivering a bemused snort, as she listened to the local speak. Rain began to pick up in a sudden swell, but after a moment a slight sizzling could be heard beneath the cacophonous pattering of raindrops. There was a light white glow above Dihunai's remarkably dry robes, and thin currents of steam wafted up from each drop's impact with her flaming dragon's scales.
  23. IC: Vrill [Wise Man's Archive] Huh. Vrill's unwavering gaze was squarely on the newcomer.
  24. IC: Long Dihunai [Ga-Koro, Docks] Dihunai followed Yumiwa outside the wooden bulkheads, the salty breeze a reprieve from the relatively cramped interior. Ignoring any strange looks from imperial onlookers, she walked past Yumiwa off of the gangplank and onto the dock where the Yukanna was moored, baggy robes ruffling under the wild while her folded arms gave a monk-like appearance. The "ground" was less solid than she wished, but the lilypads and planks were much more amenable to Dihunai than the swaying of the flagship. The Tajaar warrior was close enough to intervene if another incident arose near the Rora, but she kept her distance at a nearby storage hut, wanting to pick her battles carefully. Her fire had been the spark that lit Yumiwa's flame, but Dihunai chose to quell her own inferno so as to not snuff the fuel from the air. Perhaps a lesson had been learned. Time and observation would tell. A new group of locals was approaching the Commodore. Perhaps they were there to explain the ongoing incident, but Dihunai's golden optics pierced them as if they were collaborators. The free-spirited Menti lacked trust for imperials, even moreso for the strange locals. For now. She glanced at the mountains far off in the distance, still unsure if abandoning her home was from a place of wisdom or merely strategy to justify and conceal her cowardice. In a new land rife with danger, disjoint from her tribe with only their tenets to guide her, Dihunai still had yet to find a path towards kindling her own fire further. Sharing the flame could just as well burn those around her as it could temper them. OOC: @Vezok's Friend @Umbraline Yumiwa and whoever else is nearby-ish, fowadi peeps right?
  25. it would be kinda funny if atamai/kreigero/savrehn saw ANOTHER dragon in Ko, even from a distance. Or hey, maybe @Lady Takanuva's dragon in the same wahi could get some interaction. Or both!
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