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IC: (Tarotrix)

 

Mata Nui

 

He had a fairly clear picture of what had happened, both from Skyra and Dorian. But Taro needed some more information.

 

"And when did Commander Daring and Mr. Nimil intervene in the battle? And what about the other Skakdi, the one helping Grokk? Did he arrive beforehand, or intervened to help Grokk in the spur of the moment?"

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"They were both here by my invite - the two cute Toa, anyway. I watched Joske play Kolhii a couple times, he picked me up on a rap for a barfight a couple years back - one of the couple times he ever did anything as a cop - but I was a sports fan so we were cool. His girlfriend treated me a couple times after he became a Toa, but I don't really know him that well. Guess he knows me, though - came asking me for help with some beef he had, didn't get much of a chance to explain before I got caught. Sky here, on the other hand, knows me from back back in the day. She and I came over for drinks after I checked out Ta-Kini. You seen Ta-Kini? You'd need a goddamn drink after looking at the graffiti there. So anyway, Skyra says she heard two Skakdi screwing around in my loft, I come down, we bust the place open, and bang! My entire foyer's vandalized to begin with, my piano's on death's door, there's spilled bourbon and stolen clothes everywhere, and in the middle these two Skakdi. Cuh-razy stuff."

 

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IC: Skyra

 

As everyone talked I focused on the bottle in front of my face, to be honest the taste was a bit strong for me but I didn't want to look like some lightweight so I took a longer swig than before. I had to admit I was starting to feel...something. Or not, couldn't really tell.

 

"Yeah Grokk is a big idiot..."

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IC: Zero, Obsidian Outpost

 

The lightstones on the walls created a dim atmoshere in the room. The Chamber seethed with raw emptiness. Not a somber emptiness, like the kind you'd find in the depths of Mangaia. This cavern was full of secrets, yes, but they were ripe with raw potential, just waiting to be unwraveled. This was a new place, unburdened by the aches and pains that came with age. All was silent and still. A quiet sanctuary, hidden from the light of day.

 

A sole being inhabited it. She sat at the head of a large stone table, that had recently been polished to its current black, icy sheen. It spanned the length of the room, with chairs hewn from the raw earth as part of the chamber itself. The work was too great to have been done by anyone other than an Onu-Toa, for it was a true piece of symmetrical perfection.

 

The Skakdi began tapping her fingers on the tabletop slowly, disturbing the stillness. They moved together in a flowing succession, like an ebbing tide. The monotony of the tapping helped her think more clearly. Her crimson eyes glimmered through the shadows that tugged at her form from the corners of the room.

 

She stopped abruptly. The silence returned, more severe and intense than before. She stood slowly, unsettled by the cold solitude. The staircase opened up for her as she made her way out of the room and up into the pale afternoon light.

 

Her footsteps gave away her presence as she ventured outside to embrace the open air. The boys had set up a handful of targets and practice dummies to keep themselves entertained for the time being. She could make out Champion waling on one with his hefty mace.

 

About time I let them at some real flesh.

 

A side building off of the station guided her gait. She stopped in front of the closed door and knocked thrice, the first knock lapsing significantly apart from the following two. Forger would know what to do. He was a good man, and she trusted him dearly behind the tough love she presented to all of her soldiers. That was just her way of doing things. You had to earn her respect, and even then she was still as frigid as a fresh breeze off the slopes of Mount Ihu.

 

She stopped to scan to the area before turning on her heel and continuing back the way she had come.

 

It was time.

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Dear reader: d'you ever have those days when it feels like somebody ordered a sirloin off of your hip - prepped extra-rare, mind - then, for good measure, punched their unnaturally prickly piggies straight into the fleshy bits of your peacock puff zone, played freakin' thumb war against your ribs, won, and finally left you with the grace of a rhino on roller blades, you with your godly Grokk juices flowing outa you as fast as Dorian runs from the memory of his past?

 

Nah, you haven't.

 

...But if you have, we should start a support group or something. Lemme tell ya, I could totes use some free grub and a place to come laugh as loud as I can at other peoples' problems. To their dumb faces. Mmmyeah--

 

--hhrrgghhh.

 

My whole body was a big ouchie. Like all scientifically-minded people - but I ain't people - I classify wounds in two categories: little ouchies, big ouchies. Little ouchies don't really get to me - I mean, look at all these cuts and scrapes and burns and nicks and dents and bruises and scars and stuff; little ouchies are reminders you're alive! - and big ouchies, hey, they don't really get to me neither. Okay, I'm lying (and aren't we floored by that); big ouchies are called "big ouchies" for a reason. Science experiment time. Breathe, why dontcha. Easy, innit? You weren't even thinking about breathing until I just said something, that's how easy it is, that's how effortless (even, dare I say, airy)  it feels. Isn't it so funny how you need air to survive, hah hah hah look how amused I am. No really, it's so funny it busts my ribs. Wheeze wheeze cough cough owch owch. See, over here on my end, breathin' ain't so nice and easy. It's, uh, how should I put this... I had something for this...

 

I actually don't have something for this because the karzforsaken sharpened iron fencepost that goes through my breathing balloon like it's a stick of butter (or like it's Koro law enforcement, whoosh!) every time I excruciatingly gulp for life is sorta... uh... ach... mmrhhgdistracting. And that distraction's as frustrating as a... like a... graghhhh. This pain has straight robbed me of my metaphorical prowess. Bi-ig ouchie.

 

Dear reader mine: I hate you. I hate the sound of your breathing, and I hate the smoothness of your chest. I don't care about you, obviously, I mean I don't care about anything, but I still hate you. You and your ability to compose metaphors. I hate you---

 

--whu-uh-uh-ughh grrmmmghh--

 

--a lot. And shuttup, structureless onomatopoeia is to-hotally a valid way to express myself.

 

Talking - actual talking, the kind involving air, not this - hurt too much to bother with, so for once (there's a first time for everything...) I'd been silenced. As the prissy little medics came and did their prissy little medical things, as the weensey guards came and escorted me from the sight of the most significant street battle in the history of Ta-Koro (I mean, me versus prettyboy, doesn't get better than that, that's a legendary ticket; I saw you all watching, I know you were rooting for the right team... or, you'd better have been, and if you weren't I'll--

 

--aughh-ghh-ghh, sss-ssss-sssss, aghh-ghh-ghh, mrup. mrup.--

 

--in the middle of a freakin' parenthetical, c'mon!... What was I even saying? No, no, don't tell me; I'll just look up there. Uhh, er, right, the greatest street battle ever, you all saw it, team Grokk, yadda yadda, who even cares), I said nothing and did less. Couldn't interrupt Caught Nefthanded (funny, because true) as he told my story, couldn't even call the medic names; that was a new low for me. Not to mention the gosh darned agony that made me want to pass out every time I inhaled, I mean let's no-ot forget that! We ca-an't forget that! Except you already have, you're still breathing like it's nothing, you're not even thinking about it, you forgot. I can't forget; or have you not been paying attention this whole. freakin. time? I hate you. so. much.

 

I can give creds to the healer - not for his tone, or for his choice of occupation (I mean, helping people, what's the point?) - but because he did good work. Closed everything up fairly pretty to stem the flow of aforementioned godly Grokk juices, but didn't do much to fix the plumbing. He'd slapped some drywall up over busted pipes and called it a day. A metaphor, there's hope for me yet. So I'm safe for transport, and they cart me off to some hospital or something. I wasn't watching it happen, I was too busy playing whack-a-mole with the spots that flitted across my vision. The inhales rattled with something wet deep down. Huz-freakin'-zah--

 

--heeeaauuughhhhckk-kk-k-clulcckkk-grahhh--

 

We-ell, that was a lot of blood I just spat out. As the gurney rolled past the loogie on the floor I remarked to myself in the beautiful clarity of ludicrous, delirious pain that the splatter looked like a Muaka riding on top of an ussal wearing a cape. I've never produced a finer work of visual art. I smiled with reddened teeth, hacked up some more miscellaneous fluids, and flopped back down onto the rumbling wheeled slab. Slabs are for dead people. but I ain't people

 

the whack-a-mole spots took my hammer and clobbered me

 

...

 

dont worry i wake up i think

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IC: Natharius.

 

Natharius looked up, his ears picking up a somewhat familiar sound. Grokk had a certain way of speaking that was easily recognisable. He wasn't actually speaking right now, just coughing, and wheezing and making a whole lot of other unpleasant noises, but at least that meant he was alive... 

 

IC: Minnorak Enforcer 

 

I follow Zero down into the Chamber.

 

The others will come soon as well, of that I have no doubt. They know that if they do not come, they'll have me to answer to.

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IC: The Champion (Obsidian Outpost)

 

I struck at the dummy with swift, precise but strong strikes. My mind purely focused on them. For me, the dummy represented a novice combatant, someone who spent too much time thinking about his actions, someone who was too stupid to bring a shield into close combat. A quick, but strong strike at his shoulder. Result: bruised fat and muscle, dislocated shoulder and possible bone fractures. The surge of pain would cause a temporary shock on the victim, making him lose focus on the combat. Use chance to strike at head or chest.

 

Just when I raised my mace high in order to cave in his skull, I was interrupted by someone I didn't recognize, who told me that Zero was holding a meeting in the appropriately named meeting room. I hated to leave my training sessions unfinished, but this was more important. I didn't want to disappoint my new boss. I needed the money. I strapped my mace to my belt, and started to walk towards the place I needed to go to.

 

Most of the space in the meeting room was taken up by a large, polished and shiny stone table and the very uncomfortable looking rock chairs around it. Zero was sitting quietly, lost in thought as she waited for us to arrive. There was someone else there as well, his name was.. Enforcer? Yes, that was it. I have gotten terrible at remembering people in the past few decades. I didn't even recognize the person who told me about this meeting, even if he felt familiar. But it was fine for me, because I didn't want to remeber anything about these people. Our job is dangerous, and anyone could die in their next mission. My numeous scars are a proof of this. It was a sign of a good mercenary not to form bonds with anyone, because they would certainly die at some point.

 

Miira..

 

I closed my eyes for a moment, sighed, and sat down. While I waited for others, I planned my next training session. This time I would do it with a living person.

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IC: Minnorak Enforcer

 

Champion is the first to join us. I am not surprised, in all honesty. He is eager, but for what, I am unsure. Vengeance perhaps? It matters not. Zero sits at the head of the table, deep in thought. I stand to her left; her right hand seat is reserved for Forger. I could sit, but I feel more comfortable standing, for now. Once everyone is here, I will sit with the rest. I take off my horned helmet and place it down on the table in front of my seat, next to my plasma gun. I will not require it here.

 

I am among friends; family. 

 

IC: Wisp and Mirra

 

"You know, I've been thinking some more about what you said," Mirra piped up. She was sitting at the table once more, playing around with some pieces of crystal, shaping and reshaping them. "As great as that sign on our door is, mercs around here are as common as they widgets they work for. I think we need to go somewhere else and actually find work that needs to be done." 

 

"You know, you might be right." Wisp agreed from the kitchen, where he was brewing up some kind of soup. "Anywhere in particular you'd like to go?" 

 

"Ga-Wahi." Mirra said confidently. "I loved the sea; it was beautiful. It's a pity we had to leave there so soon." 

 

"When do you want to leave?" Wisp asked, pausing to taste his creation. Perfect, as always.

 

"We'll wait until after lunch." Mirra decided, getting to her feet and moving over to the wall, where her weapon was shelved. She picked it up and hung it from her belt. It was time to make a difference in the world. 

 

OOC: Mirra and Wisp to Ga-Wahi.

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IC Forger, Obsidian Outpost

 

I observed Champion, his technique was exact, but savage and brutal. He treated his weapon not like a piece of art, but like a well worn tool. The way I would treat my hammer. I liked it. His mace was beautifully crafted, most likely foreign in design or origin. The crushing weapons made on Mata-Nui were brutish affairs. Useful in the same way an idiot with explosives was.

 

"Champion. Zero has called a meeting. Please report to the chamber with haste." I interrupted his training, speaking between one of his powerful swings. He did so silently. He was one of their newer recruits and either did not yet feel comfortable with me, or was merely a reserved person. I walked further on, telling Judge of the meeting. Afterwards continuing to our shooting range, Tracer was practicing archery.

 

I thought of myself as an archer of sorts, one with the strongest arrows and truest aim.

 

"Tracer. Zero has called for us. A meeting is being held to discuss our next actions." She acknowledged the request and we walked to the chamber. Enforcer and Champion were already present. I took my seat on the right corner from Zero and waited.

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IC: Barus, Obsidian Outpost

 

The dark armored toa shifted uncomfortably in the heat of his location. He felt somewhat anxious as he was on his way to enter a meeting. Not that he was afraid, especially not afraid of who he'd speaking with, but verbal communication was not a strong suit of his. He entered the dim room. He asked himself inside his head if it was really dim or if he was just adjusting.

The atmosphere felt apprehensive to Barus, but that might have been a personal interpretation. Making observations about the others, he shifted one of his blades to a position that would be easy to access if need be. He was not looking forward to that possibility.

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IC: Skyra

 

I took another sip. Ugh, still made me flinch.

 

"Ya know I came all the way to Ta-koro to see how Dorian was doing...and what do I find? Two stupid -faced Skakdi. Who did they think they were trying to tell me they were planning a surprise party!? As if." I drank some more, whoop. 

 

"I should have made Natharius eat his own teeth..." 

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I nodded twice, sagely, and then stepped forward across the doorway to wrap my arms around Skyra and pat her awkwardly on the small of her back. Daring woozily went to look at me and while she was distracted craning her neck, I reached with my left hand for the bottom of the bottle of scotch and pulled the neck right out of her hand smoothly. After a couple seconds - she had, somewhere along the line, realized I was hugging her and glomped back - I went to back away, the quarter-full scotch in my hand...but Skyra reached woozily for the bottle she thought was still in her hand, and ended up prying away my bourbon. A little bit splashed over the leather on my right calf and down my boot.

 

Frick.

 

Did you see how smooth that confiscation was, though? Man, I'm somethin'. A- for Frick, Dor, you're so hot and it's so good of you to make sure an upstanding Mata Nuian hero like Skyra Daring doesn't risk escaping the second floor and wandering around publicly intoxicated. 

 

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IC: Skyra

 

I giggled happily as I glomped Dorian, this was turning out to be a good idea after all! Oddly enough I was having a hard time finding my bottle, I kept feeling for it before I succeeded in reclaiming my treasure. I took a sip, and paused. 

 

Hold on...didn't this taste different before? I looked at the bottle.

 

Nah.

 

It was obviously my imagination, it had always tasted like that!

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"Yeah, a 'just in case' sorta thing." Erzu amended, eyes flashing over to the simmering Sareta daughter for a brief moment before continuing. " Just to know what to look out for."

They'd take that as "look out for" in avoidance, right?

Wait, they're SAEVA'S parents. They know her way too well.

Oh karz this is bad what'd I just do she's gonna try and take my head off after this


To his credit, that spot of inner turmoil remained all but hidden, and he coolly awaited their response.

 

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IC: Saeren

 

The medic shrugged in response to Natharius' comment, and responded in a practical manner to the sounds of Grokk. "I seriously need to find myself a partner with a Mask of Healing, could have done some fixing on scene. Still would have had to bring him back here, but he would have been in better shape."

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Toa Joske

Location: Ta-Koro; Kohli Stadium

Chapter One: Crystals, Temples, Secrets... oh my.

 

"What are you running from...Toa Joske?"

 


It was as though the words were beamed directly to my head, the sound so intense and focused it almost felt like it was going to pop my eardrums. In fact the last two words had a slight ring to them... as if the simple words had greater power for the plain fact that it was a name.

 

My name.

 

Clever detective.

 

I took a moment to reflect on that simple question before answering in quiet tones. "Are you sure you're asking the right question? Perhaps instead of running from something I am running recklessly at something instead - just like one person's trash is another person's treasure, I may not running away but at. Every Toa has a job to do and it's our Duty to go and do it at the best of our ability, no matter where that lies."

 

Another line of thought appeared in my head. "Or maybe a better question is why am I running at all? There come a time in someone's life that you can no longer run, no longer dodge or hide from one's Destiny. There comes a time when one must stand for what he believes, no matter what the cost or ramifications my be... even if that risks personal loss. Sometimes you can no longer run, but simply stand there and take it like a man."

 

I brooded on that for a minute, mulling over my own words and the surprising wisdom they held. Sometimes I hated growing up. I stopped in the middle of the street with a sigh. "Or maybe I'm just trying to evade a Rahkshi of Camouflage until it either leaves or I can kill it before it finds out everything about me even as I reinvent myself as the individual I'm supposed to be, not the person everyone sees me as. I have enough things hanging over my head I don't need a spy watching my every move, learning my every secret-"

 

I stopped mid-sentence, a realization flashing over me like a bolt of lightning. I whipped around and pointed at the Toa of Sonics, a slight grin on my face. "Hey, how attuned are you to your element? Like, for example, could you pick out a flying Rahkshi here in Ta-Koro? By the look on your face you seem unsure, but I have a sneaking suspicion that the probability of that is much higher than you think."

 

My grin grew even wider as my mask began to glow slightly.

 

OOC: I do believe that the chances of this succeeding are pretty good :P

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IC: Bohrei [Ta-Kini]
 

"I guess we can start with the order of events," Flay began, before she trailed onwards.....


She'd listened carefully to the guardswoman's explanation, only occasionally interrupting with a question.  Was the suspect alone at the time? Any distinguishing physical characteristics? Signs of struggle outside the temple?

Partway through, she'd felt someone lay a hand on her shoulder-
 

IC (Oreius, Inu)

-trying to interrupt as politely as possible. "Thank you for your help."

Pause. Search for words. "And... for everything."

His eyes flickered out over the black hills of Ta-Wahi. "Now it's time to hunt."


She'd nodded once, softly. "I'll contact you with any additional information I find."

The rest - she could leave for later.
 

"And that's the last profile that Dorian came up with. Any other questions?"

She took another look at her notes.  Ta-Skakdi.  Witnessed fighting alongside the other Piraka.  Likely responsible for disappearance of other shrine guards.  Scattered reports of... verbosity.

 

"I believe that's all for the moment," she said, closing the book.  "Thank you for your efforts."  She meant it - at the end of the day, she was a coroner, not a detective, and Flay had given her in ten minutes some of the answers she'd spent half a night looking for.

 

Bohrei looked around the scene once more.  It wasn't going to be long before word of this got out, most likely.  One of the guards would go home that night to a family, a spouse would ask why they looked so tired, a rumor would take root in a small dark bedroom.  I'm sorry, she thought.  When people think of you, this is what they'll think of now.

 

There was nothing more for her here.  "I'm heading back to headquarters.  If you need me after that, my office is at the hospital."  If she was lucky, she would find Oreius again and let him know about the suspect; he would be able to put a face to the description.  And maybe Inu can put a smell to it.  A little dark humor always made it go easier.  Then she'd correspond with Shaddix, and-

 

Hold on.

 

"Miss Flay, where is Mister Shaddix?"

 

---------------

 

She put a hand to her temple.  "He didn't actually rip out the Skakdi's heart, though?"

 

Around her, Guard HQ was still abuzz; the receptionist in front of her scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.  "No, no.  The victim's in custody and being treated.  I can send word out for Mr. Shaddix-"

 

She sighed.  "Forget it.  I doubt he can add much to the report now.  And if this Grokk is still breathing, he's not my department."  Something told her it was best to steer clear of the whole incident; she'd heard plenty of rumors about a certain orange Skakdi in her old line of work, and none of them suggested coming within 500 bio of him ever lead to anything positive.  "If Toa Oreius comes by, tell him I need to speak with him in person; failing that, direct him to the latest copy of this case file."

 

The receptionist nodded, and Bohrei turned back to the room.  That put her at an impasse for the Ta-Kini incident for the moment; she had no intention of leaving it like this, but until the information made its way to the more active members of the Guard, the investigation couldn't continue.  She stepped back out into the street, ignoring the fatigue that was starting to wear down on her.  She still had several bodies to inspect, for starters - and half a mountain of paperwork to go with it.

 

Back to the hospital it was.

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IC: Zero

 

She waited patiently until everyone had taken their seats. The chair directly to her left remained empty, as Enforcer usually preferred to stand, silent and watchful. The room was long, and there were several empty chairs on the end that awaited owners.

 

In time.

 

She took a moment to take in each individual. This was a routine of her's, and she did it before every meeting that was held in this room. She liked to get a feel for her environment before filling it with her presence. That way nothing would catch her off-guard.

 

Forger sat to her direct right, followed by Champion and Judge. Champion was new to the team, and fairly introverted. His eyes held a cold fire that burned with hatred, and she could already tell he would come to be a devoted member of the group. Barus on the other hand, was harder to read. He seemed to be on edge, as if he expected someone to make an attempt on his life right then and there. To her left, after Enforcer's seat, sat Tracer. A she-Skakdi like herself, she held a primitive sort of mindset, and had proven to be a ruthless huntress numerous times in the past. She was also rather silent and reserved. Even though she'd been their first official recruit, Zero had only ever heard her speak a handful of times.

 

Zero shared the room with five deadly killers, and wasn't fazed in the slightest. After all, she made the sixth, and was quite possibly the deadliest of them all.

 

She rose to her full height, even though she already held everyone's attention. Her voice came smooth and delicate, with a vaguely poisonous undertone that resembled something cold and snake-like.

 

"I know you have all tired of using your skills against inanimate objects and people you can't kill." she paused, and began walking slowly around the perimeter of the table. "I know things have been quite slow around here recently. You're tired of recieving such a sad excuse of a paycheck. You're tired of the boredom. You expect more of me, correct? Why do I get to boss you around, when you could be out slitting throats and getting wasted?" she took time to look into each individual's eyes, but it never lasted long. After all, rumors spread like wildfire, especially when they're true. They knew not to look into her addictive red orbs for more than a few seconds.

 

She continued. "You crave blood, and the thrill of the kill. Screw this group , right? You didn't sign up for sitting around on your ######. You want action, and guess what? I'll give it to you."

 

She had reached the opposite end of the table, far away from the rest of them, yet her voice carried across the stone slab as clearly as if she were speaking directly into your ear. It had that effect. It penetrated your skull, and burrowed its way into your head. There wasn't an easy escape from its tantalizing tone, and this was a definite contributing factor to the sheer strength of her presence.

 

"Forger and I discussed this briefly, and I have had some time to think about it. I assume you've all heard what's happening in Ko-Koro, correct?" She didn't wait for a response. "The Koro is currently falling to the forces of the Brotherhood, along with a few rag-tag Makuta worshippers."

 

She leaned in with both hands against the table.

 

"I have come to the conclusion that it is in our best interest to aid in this battle. I am appointing Forger to lead a small force into the Koro and assist in the village's evacuation. The defenders will likely pay hansomly for your help, which will be distributed evenly between those involved. Please speak in turn if you would like to take part."

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