OOC: Release from prison approved by Gear...
IC: Silo - Onu-Koro
I’m grinning as I stand ready, the cage-like gate sliding open. I’m grinning because the guards are refusing to look me in the eye. I’m grinning at the way they flinch as I stretch my arms above my head and let out a yawn. I’m grinning even as they say my inmate number and anxiously beckon me forwards. I’m grinning - and you might even call it leering at this point - as I stride down the featureless corridor. And even when dizziness hits me in tidal waves, my face is fixed in a wolfish grin.
Maybe it’s my grin that’s unnerving my captors so much, because they certainly don’t look happy. Maybe it’s the way I seize my mask as they hand it to me, smile stretching from ear to ear. Perhaps the reason their faces look frightened is my cold, polite silence, or my measured, purposeful movements. But more likely, the one on the left is agitated because he is afraid of being caught taking a bribe from a prisoner, and the one on the right is frightened of the fate that’s been promised if he doesn’t play along. Suffice to say, I reflect as my weapons are handed to me, that someone is going to lose their job, and possibly their head, after I have departed. And of course, soon I do depart, after filling out some paperwork that is doomed to fail in its task of saving the two guards from punishment. Oh well. They were a necessary sacrifice.
Ever noiseless, I step back into Onu-Koro for the first time in...weeks? Months? Time has blurred, but it doesn’t matter. Making no sound, I stalk along the empty lane, cast into never-ending night. I’m still smirking and speechless, but I’m finding it hard keep my cool exterior. I can’t believe it! Just like that! I just...walked out...I increase my pace to get away from the Prison as I try to contain my laughter. Walk, walk. Faster, faster. At last, once I’m just out of earshot, I can’t contain it any more: the tranquility of Onu-Koro’s obsidian streets is broken by peals of cacophonous guffawing. I double up, hands on knees, laughing until tears come to my eye. Just like that! I’m such a cynic I wouldn’t have thought it possible...if I were an imbecile, I’d say it was a miracle from Mata-Nui. Luckily, I’m not. Admittedly slightly overcome, I raise a hand to my mask, feeling the familiar ridges of my scar as I feel power from my Kanohi flow back through my veins. I let out another chuckle, and straighten up, sighing contentedly.
So, I contemplate, where to now? The last I heard from Rekhyt was Ta-Koro...he mentioned a mercenary organisation. Perhaps Ta would be the next logical step...and it would be good to catch up with recent events: the Battle of Ko-Koro, for which Phantom left a week or two ago, was reported to be ill-fated. Such a shame. But it begs the question, what else have I missed? My payed guard can only be so reliable, and so knowledgeable. Hmmm...and the rumours about the Vault, let us not forget, may have since developed into slightly more than rumours. So much opportunity! I can hardly contain myself! I smile inwardly as I realise how long it’s been since I’ve felt like this, how long it’s been since I’ve been out of that lackluster cell.
I’m like an excited child on Naming Day, who is just resisting tearing his present open. And let me tell you, I won’t resist for long - once I find Rekhyt and these so called mercenaries, I’ll be back in gear, and I’ll be back for good. No more silly toa, no more unexciting prisons. I’ll show them what being a mercenary is, I think, a smug and slightly amused expression reappearing on my face. So, to Ta-Koro then? Yes, I think so.
OOC: Silo to Ta-Wahi