IC: Ishi Polzin
To watch the Abettor simply stand aside with the wave of Hakann's arm was close to a miracle. However, the pint-sized matoran didn't have time for jealousy. The Vault, and sucking the informational marrow out of Joske Nimil, awaited.
"Someone around here gets it. Echelon's not going to be happy learning about the delay." Ishi replied as he lowered his volo-lutu and crossed the floor. It was a momentous achievement even if already done by a handful of searchers looking to make a pact with Zaktan. How many passed seeking something other than power, though? Ishi had bought power with his fingers and soul; the only thing he wanted now was knowledge.
On the far side was another hole in the floor, and this descended down through another crystal tunnel, echoing his breathing, winding around itself, until he stepped out into the half light of a large antechamber. He stopped in his tracks at the doorway, doing his best not to let the appearance of almost a dozen rahkshi paralyze his mind with fear, or the swirling green concoction of an entity that controlled them. Zaktan was fearsome. His body buzzed like the static of a Po-Koro radio relay, and his red eyes flickered somewhere between disgust and disdain for the red and gold toa standing before him. Ishi went to put his hands in the folds of his coat, but then remembered he wasn't wearing it. The fireproof garment was still a damaged bundle on the back of his dikapi's saddle in a nearby tunnel. Awkward.
Piles of items littered the floor, making the room seem a maze from the top of the steps where Ishi stood. Gold and masks glittered among techno-marvels that made the gear-head child in Ishi cry for a playdate; if only a date with dodging death wasn't calling his attention. At the foot of the stairs was Joske, looking very much relieved by the additional seconds of life he'd been given, and squirming like a worm on the hook. Ishi liked the idea of Nimil owing him. He blinked, pointed at Joske, and laughed.
"By Karz Zaktan, do you know who this is?" Ishi said, pulling on the plan formed while walking down the stairs with Hakann behind him, and now the fun of playing the game made his dark cheer genuine. He let the question linger for a moment, fade a little in the room. Zaktan seemed unsure how to answer, the swarm of his composition flickering faster. "That's Dorian Shaddix you're talking to! Oh, right, you're new here... Where to begin? Dorian is an mark bearer and got expelled from Ga-Koro with the rest of the group for damaging public property... After that the trail gets a little fuzzy, but he joined up with a group of paid killers and assassinated one of the six leaders of this island before Makuta was cast down. In all he's a lovely criminal and hit man. Can I keep him? I'd love to drag his sorry ###### back to Echelon."
Edited by Kughii, Sep 14 2014 - 05:07 PM.