BZPRPG - Onu-Wahi

[25K Now!]

IC: Sajis

 

Grenades usually did not explode upon contact.

 

That was the hypothesis Sajis hoped would be proven correct.

 

She swung her mace, and the grenade was sent lobbing straight back at the thrower.

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IC: (Ryiu)

 

Ryiu collected the launcher, sliding it into his belt and breaking into a breakneck sprint towards Rirona's position. She was no hand to hand combatant, that he could tell by watching her. She evaded rather than attacked: stuck to her guns (or rather, grenades) instead of taking him on. The Akrainid was prepared to assist the officers if need be, staying his silence but cane in hand, ready to strike.
 

Edited July 16, 2014 by Al the Chicken Man

[25K Now!]

IC: Uyism

 

"Yes."

[Simulacrum]

-IC:-

 

"This Almanacia; she is normally a controlling force? Something with power or influence and a tendency to dominate?"

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IC: (Daylaria)

 

"Oh yes, she's definitely dominating. Fortunately, I happen to be rather strong-willed myself, as a former Commander."

[Simulacrum]

-IC:-

 

"Ah, that is true." Noxra paused momentarily, flipping through the pages on her clipboard with an air of directed interest. "Now, what can you tell me about this Almanacia? How did she come to inhabit your body? What exactly is she?"

[Void Emissary]

IC:

 

Sajis was partially correct in her hypothesis.

 

Her mace contacted with the base of the grenade, and as the projectile was sent flying towards Rirona by the force of the blow, so too did the grains of photothermic powder go ramming into their fellows, igniting and expanding in a cloud of fire and steel. Somewhere in the air between the Lesterin and her Matoran nemesis, the grenade exploded, sending shards of hot shrapnel flying at the pair of them, not to mention any outliers who were unfortunate enough to be in its range. The shards bounced harmlessly off of the Lesterin's coat, only one reaching her face, searing a crescent of pain in its place. Her expression didn't change though; life on the streets taught you all about pain.

 

"People like me?" she repeated, her voice tinged with venom, her eyes smouldering like pyres of Greek fire. "People like me don't have a choice whether to continue the fight. People like me don't have more on the way, don't have a glimmer of hope. Don't have a promise of existence without victory. There is no consolation prize for us, there is no silver medal. There's life and there's death."

 

She didn't advance, but she raised her fists and brought one leg behind her, ready for the fight of her life.

 

"Surrender is death for us, and I refuse to die. Now come and get me, copper."

 

-Void

[Krayzikk]

IC:

 

The grenade exploded close enough to Sajis that the majority of the shrapnel had lost much of its efficiency by the time it reached the Onu-Matoran, small pieces pinging off his armor, or embedding themselves in shallow wounds. Dimly, he noted light blood flow from his right shoulder; probably a piece of shrapnel. His expression changed little as he took in the scene, noting the placement of the people around him, as well as his opponent. Sajis would likely have suffered some kind of injury due to proximity; he would check on her, but the Lesterin needed to be dealt with first. One of the other beings would be capable of aiding her if need be.

 

As for his opponent... The Lesterin seemed to have given up on running, and sunken into a ready stance. It was very apparent, from her behavior and her stance, that she was not a skilled combatant in close quarters. She was more or less unarmed. There were multiple other Ussalry members in the vicinity. The perpetrator had nowhere to run, and little chance of victory. She had denied a chance to surrender peaceably. He was, by every right, permitted to take her in by whatever force necessary. 

 

He sheathed his knives.

 

The movement was unexpected, and very much impractical. He advanced at a steady, measured pace with his hands empty. If he took her down, he had concluded, he would do so with the minimum force possible. And if at all possible, that meant barehanded. His expression was mostly impassive, but when he spoke again, it was with a calm determination.

 

"'Keep moving or die', that's the philosophy you espouse. Might be a grain of truth to it. If you give up, you'll stagnate. Fail. But the same's true if you take the wrong path. My duty is to protect and aid the citizens of Onu-Koro, and you are included on that list." He paused a few steps away, just outside of her reach. "Your stance is basic. You try to present a small target area, and simultaneously maintain the capacity for offense. It isn't bad."

"But it's not enough. If you insist on this fight, you'll lose. Even if by some stretch you beat me, you still won't get away. If you stand down, maybe you can find another path. One where you aren't harming others to survive, because they have just as much a right to keep moving as you."

[Toa Of Virtues]

IC: Kapuru

 

Red

 

Kapuru thought this as soon as the explosion went off, as he noticed the immediate change in his environment. In one instant, he was talking to Sajis. The next, well, he was trying to get that sorted out.

 

Pain

 

That was the next thing that went through his mind as he was being catapulted through the air. Where the pain was coming from, however, he couldn't tell.

 

Kapuru was then abruptly reminded of gravity as he struck the ground hard. He bounced several times before coming to a halt. He watched a violent display of shrapnel and fire dance above him as he listened to a high-pitched squeal ringing in the back of his head. As soon as the ground stopped spinning below him, he tried composing his thoughts.

 

After figuring out it was a grenade that threw him back, he quickly flexed his hands and feet to make sure all his limbs were still there.

 

Check

 

After a small sigh of relief, he then tried to figure out where the pain was coming from, and realized it was his right bicep. He turned his head to look, and sure enough, there was a deep gash that ran along the side of his arm. Aside from that, and a couple of small scrapes, he was mostly unharmed.

 

Kapuru waited a few more seconds on the ground before attempting to get up.

 

"Are you alright?" Kapuru said to Sajis while he struggled to get back on his feet.

Edited July 17, 2014 by Toa Of Virtues

[25K Now!]

IC: Sajis

 

Gashes decorated Sajis' arms, the Matoran having used them to protect her head and body during the explosion.

 

"Fine," she hissed, ignoring the blood dripping from her wounds.

[Toa Of Virtues]

IC: Kapuru

 

Kapuru popped his neck.

 

"Whatever you say" Kapuru said, noticing her bloody arms.

 

"What's our strategy? I'm not very well equipped for long-ranged combat, which is what we might need."

[25K Now!]

IC: Sajis

 

Sajis attempted to step forwards, only to pause abruptly. A piece of shrapnel was embedded in her leg, making any attempt at using her lower body a painful experience. But the stone-faced guard would not be so easily deterred.

 

"Ensure order," she spoke, breath slightly ragged. "And get me a bow."

[Void Emissary]

IC:

 

Perhaps Tarnok was able to notice the flicker of doubt in the eyes of his opponent as he laid his ultimatum out before her. Perhaps he could note the subtle loss of zeal burning in her gaze, the momentary inklings of a conscience that she had believed to have died in the smoke and darkness of Onu-Koro's underbelly. Perhaps he could pinpoint the moment when the morality of her actions tugged at her mind and her fingers began uncurling from their fists. And perhaps he could see the instant when all that was undone, when Rirona's morals fell away from her, and everything about her became hard and single-minded once more.

 

"Sorry to disappoint, mate," she said, her voice low and cutting. "But I've come too far to give up now."

 

There was no hesitation as she snatched another grenade from her belt. Nor was there as she pitched it at Tarnok's face, pushing herself backwards into a run from the inevitable explosion as she did so.

 

-Void

[ARROW404]

IC: Onepu

A glowing throwing disk collided with the grenade halfway through its arc, slicing it in half. "ENOUGH!" Boomed the commanding voice of the Ussalry's High Captain. He stood in the ruin of the bank's former doorway, a bladed throwing disk at the ready. A Toa of Plasma stood behind him, responsible for his previous attack's sudden rise in slicing capability. "The building is surrounded. Half the city's guard is currently preventing your every means of escape," he said to the Lesterin. It was an exaggeration, of course, there was no way they would dispatch that many soldiers to stop a robbery even this explosive, but she didn't need to know that. "Giving up is your only option, regardless of how far you have come." His voice was hard, unyielding. He had spoken with criminal after criminal. Gotten into their heads enough to know what it was like to have nowhere to turn to but crime. But that didn't excuse anything. "Tarnok is right," he said firmly, nothing in his composure changing. "Whatever world you were born to, this isn't it. Yield and you will be tried according to your actions. You will not die, that I promise."

Edited July 21, 2014 by Mj. Spoilers

[25K Now!]

IC: Sajis

 

Half the guard?

[Void Emissary]

IC:

 

You moron--

 

Why the Ussalry was so intent on attacking live grenades was a question that Rirona couldn't stop asking herself as her latest volley exploded about six seconds before it was supposed to, sending a spray of fire and steel in her direction. The heat was nothing to her, a Lesterin of Plasma as she was; but the shrapnel was a maelstrom of pain, slicing through her coat and tearing through the skin beneath it. Her left arm and side had taken the worst of it, the remains of the grenade carving a labyrinth of bloody gashes across their surfaces, burrowing themselves into the flesh like insects who sought a place to lay their eggs. Aflame with shock and agony, she toppled to the ground, barely able to break her fall with her right elbow. She could barely see out of her left eye; evidently one of the shards had damaged the telescopic lens of her mask. This just keeps getting better and better.

 

The High Captain's speech blurred in her mind amidst the sound of blood pumping through her brain, amplified a thousandfold by her sudden introduction to the cold floor. Vague allusions to "half the city's guard," and "giving up is your only option," and "whatever world you were born to, this isn't it," managed to filter into her mind, producing no sense of security, nor of mercy, nor of capitulation. Quite the reverse in fact; Onepu must have been blind to Tarnok's attempts at instilling a sense of defeat in the heart of Ms. Lirin. Fool me once, shame on me....

 

Rirona scowled as she reached up to her mask and tore off the ruined eyepiece, hurling it aside like the trash it was. Her green eyes, now both revealed in full to the world as she rose to her feet, blazed with animalistic fury, and her grin was beyond savage. She shrugged her coat in a movement so slight that the garment seemed to simply fall off of her of its own accord. Seventeen steel grenades glimmered across her chest.

 

"I'm not ... an ... imbecile," she said, her breathing heavy. "No one ... would be stupid enough to send half ... of their soldiers to a simple bank robbery. Yours is a game ... played by those who know they're gonna lose this hand. Don't make me laugh.

 

"This isn't my world, you're right. Maybe that's a good thing. Maybe that's I feel no remorse about what I've done here." Or what I'm about to do.

 

With a swift motion of her right arm, the only arm she had that still had any capacity for movement, she plucked a grenade from her bandolier and sent it skittering across the bank floor towards Onepu and his escort.

 

-Void

Edited July 21, 2014 by Emissary

[Krayzikk]

IC:

 

Pain.

 

Immediately following the maelstrom of fire and metal, that was the only thing that could register. He had twisted, intending to dodge the grenade; something that would have been a relatively easy feat, considering the obviousness of the movement. But the projectile was intercepted; and then all was pain. Scorching, sharp, searing pain, lancing through his nervous system like a host of daggers. The explosion clouded his senses, overwhelming them with a ringing cacophony of noise, the flash blinding him. 

 

Lie still. A small voice insisted, speaking up from the back of his head. Still. Be still. Don't move. 

 

He was dimly aware that the Lesterin was moving, just beyond the concrete range of his perception. He could hear Onepu, and he had heard Sajis hiss with pain moments before. But more importantly, he had seen his foe's resolve. For a moment, just one, he'd thought there might have been a chance. But it was gone, replaced by a cold, steely resolve. Resolve must be matched with resolve, and for that reason, he silenced the voice that urged him caution. Quelled the lingering doubts.

 

And moved, pushing himself to his feet. Rirona didn't notice; she was too distracted. Every aspect of his right side screamed its protests, every piece of penetrating shrapnel refusing to be forgotten. His armor had done its job well, he was in no immediate danger of demise, but it could only do so much. Shrapnel had struck home, and the flames had caused burns that were not to be taken lightly. But he remembered the last time he had been burned; someone important had been at risk then, too. He wouldn't fail again.

 

Move. Move. Move!

 

"Move!" He roared at Onepu and his escort, protesting muscles nonetheless doing as he bid. A knife, drawn from his belt while he was on the ground, lashed out, aimed very specifically; To sever the now-visible point that her bandoliers crossed, and rob her of her grenades. More than likely he'd hit her back in the process, but she'd had her chance.

 

She'd had too many chances.

[25K Now!]

IC: Sajis

 

It had not been difficult to glare at a nearby guard to give her a bow. Despite her wounded leg, Sajis was quite capable of using her arms, despite how much the gashes hurt. There was a threat that needed to be neutralised. That threat was causing chaos. Chaos was disgusting.

 

Nock the arrow.

 

You're doing pretty good for an amateur, sis.

 

Pull back.

 

Although, when I told you to shoot the dummy I meant the torso, not the head.

 

Fire.

 

And the arrow screamed towards Rirona's back.

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IC: (Ryiu)

 

This was all well and good. Indeed, the guard was wont to take criminals such as this down in mere minutes. They were easily among the best warriors on the island. Surely they would've stopped a simple bank robber more easily and in less time than this.

 

And yet they hadn't.

 

Akrainid teeth bore, he kicked off his (very pricey ) shoes and let his reptilian feet do their thing. The lizard sped up in his run, rounding the bank and coming from Rirona's left side. She had to have given up by now. She was practically crippled!

 

And yet she hadn't.

 

A grenade found its way into her hand, and suddenly it became evident that if someone did not take action, the High Captain would be slightly less High and slightly more Late and Former. He had mere seconds as he saw her activate it, but that was all he needed. He lunged, clutching it into his claws as he jumped towards Rirona, hugging it towards himself in such a way that he would share the blast with the criminal. Just as their eyes met, just as the feet between them became inches, the time built into the grenade from activation to explosion ran out. It was now that he should've woken up from this dream, or come off of this high, or sober up.

 

And yet he didn't.

[ARROW404]

IC: Onepu

The grenade didn't shock him. The Lesterin was loaded with them. Of course she would lob one other. Neither did her tone. He was prone to exaggeration, anyone who had served with him knew that, and for some reason that gave her the idea to act as if she knew everything. Why did everyone on this island do that? (And how was it that seemingly every criminal was really attractive?) The pain in Tarnok's voice did shock him. He'd only had a second before he threw his previous disk and had failed to properly gauge the distance between the grenade and him. He cursed himself for his poor judgment. But what the Akrainid did was what shocked him most. "What are you-"

 

He'd darted to the side as soon as the grenade had been thrown and now changed his trajectory. The grenade was still ticking down, and someone was holding it. If that went off, both he and the criminal were dead, neither of which the Captain wanted. Neither of which he could do anything about. Mask powers, a Kakama, a Matatu, a Volo Lutu Launcher, anything would have helped at this point. His mind worked as quickly as it could to find a solution.

 

Too late. With half a second left, he reached Tarnok's injured form and crouched behind his disk.

 

IC: The Phantom

The sound of distant explosions made him open his eyes. Too close for mining. It seemed someone was causing death. Smiling a little he rested his maskless chin on his arms.

Edited July 22, 2014 by Mj. Spoilers

[Wotz]

IC: Wrehn

 

Okay, who's the wise guy?
 

I've spent the last what, two months planning this robbery, planning how I would get past the guards, how I'd get to the vaults without being seen, how I'd open them. I just got myself all hyped up and prepared for the greatest heist Mata-Nui has ever seen. Then finally I scamper across the rooftoops to find that on this one particular day I decided to do it, someone else just so happens to have gotten there first. And already they've managed to remove the front door and create a total scene, as if screaming: "Hey, random passers-by! Come and gather round as we discreetly rob this bank!" Typical.

 

With due stealth I approach, sliding from the rooftop to a darkened alleyway, then through the remains of the banks entrance. There I duck just inside the door and stick to the wall, carefully evading the carnage before me, which is even more troubling than I could possibly have predicted.

 

About five hundred thousand Ussalry Matoran are packed into the hall, fully armed and fighting furiously against-

 

One guy? You're serious? Okay.

 

So there's this one guy with grenades who must be a bit of a beast if he's holding out against five hundred thousand Ussalry Matoran. So either the Ussalry has started hiring off the streets or this is one insanely skilled Toa. Best to watch this play out before I take a side - if things start to tilt away from Grenade Guy I can always say I'm a journalist or something.

 

The Toa throws away his eyepiece and rises, and I see that he isn't a Toa at all, but some kind of foreigner. Not only that, but he's a girl. A hot girl.

 

Okay, I'm totally siding with Grenade Girl. Here goes nothing.

[Void Emissary]

We hope, and then we regret. We hope for the future, and then we turn to the past, and then we begin slowly and desperately to hope for the past! The two most violent and abiding feelings, hope and regret, both lean upon nothing.

 

Henri Barbusse, Light (1919) Ch. XXIII.

 

IC:

 

A lady in blue and black lays the tools of her advancement before a Lesterin. She whispers promises of peace and prosperity in return for a job. A simple job. A job drowned in blood, but the blood of those who turned their backs on the Lesterin and so many others in their times of need. The morality of her task eludes the Lesterin; she is blind to the screams of the innocent caught in her inferno, for only the gold shine of a new age glisters in her mind. She is deaf to the toll of bells in the near future, the call of the grave.

 

For a second, there was only hope.

 

It's only in the four seconds before detonation that Rirona realized that there was never any prize, never any light at the end of the tunnel. Her golden age was the glimmer of the Reaper's sickle in the darkness, and it's only as her life counts down second by second, each one as agonizingly long as the steps taken down the long mile of death row, the last mile. In three seconds she remembered the words of Tarnok and Onepu, how they gave her a chance to turn away from this path and preserve her life. But I was too determined, wasn't I? Too goddamned determined by half.

 

Even as Tarnok's knife cut through her bandoliers, cut through her back, even as Sajis' arrow pierced her spinal column like a lightning bolt, she tried to stand, tried to keep composure. In the final two seconds of her life, oddly, she thought that it was probably a good thing that her remaining grenades had fallen to the floor; at least that way there was a chance of something of her body remaining intact. 

 

In the final instant of her lifespan, Rirona Lirin remembered the darkness and the pain and the anguish that had been eating her away all of these years, that had driven her to this point, that he emptied her out until there was nothing but anger, but hatred, but desperation. Created a void for it all to settle into.

 

...

 

...

 

Shrapnel filled that void.

 

The metal tore through her hand, severing the tendons and ligaments within, rending it from her wrist. The shards buried themselves along the length of her arm like the steel needles of the state of executioner, only nothing come from except for pain, but she was used to pain oh yes she was used to it, it was nothing to her. With nothing to anchor her, she was tossed aside like a rag doll, but not before even more shrapnel followed her, tearing into her chest, her lungs, her heart. By the time she hit the ground, her left arm flung to the side as if to point at Kapuru, her head twisted to the side to stare blankly at Wrehn, there wasn't any doubt in anyone's mind that Rirona Lirin was well and truly dead.

 

OOC: A big thanks to everyone who joined in this! Wotz, sorry you could only come in at the very end  ; maybe next time. As it stands, there are still sixteen photothermic grenades up for grabs, as well as anything else you folks feel like scavenging! It's been a good one, folks!   

 

-Void

[ARROW404]

IC: Onepu

"Gnn!" Pain exploded through his limbs as bits of shrapnel tore at the weak points in his armor. He was slammed against Tarnok, spared the brunt of the explosion by his now ruined disk, and in turn sparing Tarnok from more with his own body. The world was a whirl of brightness against his closed eyelids, and gravity became a dream as he sailed through the air, sound joining it as the noise of the explosion filled the world with an infernal ringing. Touch was only pain. He didn't know if he was still in contact with his fellow Ussalman anymore.

 

The ground rushed up to meet him, and for a moment he thought it was over, but just as he opened his eyes, pain erupted in the left. "Rragh!" he roared, gripping it to try and distract himself from the piercing sensation. He was bleeding. Was it the eye itself, or just the skin? The thought had only a fraction of a second to click before his right eye snapped open at the thought of the Akrainid and Lesterin. In that last second, something had happened, or at least he thought it had. But that thought, too, was halted as another stab of pain, almost as bad as the last, forced his eyes shut again. He writhed with pain he hadn't felt the like of in decades. Not since he had stumbled into a Kofo Jaga nest so long ago. The metal disk was burning hot from the explosion, his eye might have been permanently damaged, and bits of metal had penetrated his armor. At least he was in better shape than the collapsing building.

 

Blinded and throbbing from head to toe, he struggled to his knees. The disk rolled away as he did so, at least sparing him one source of pain. "P-Privates, Tarnok, Sajis," he panted. "Ussalmen, is everyone... okay?"

 

OOC: Well, Onepu finally got some action. About time. I feel I could have done that better, though. Sorry if I mucked anything up unintentionally.

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IC: (Ryiu)

 

Ryiu's soul drifted ethereally for milliseconds, phantom gaze set upon the twisted body he had seconds ago possessed, his (custom tailored ) clothing burned, torn, and incinerated leaving his bare green scales to shimmer in the luminescence of the lightstones. He quickly ran through his visible wounds, from least severe to deadly. He spotted several missing teeth, one or two lodged in Rirona's dead corpse. His entire left hand- entire left arm was on the other side of the room. An eye had been burned, but this was the first thing to regenerate. Shrapnel littered his entire body, creating tremendous pain. Various burns covered his skin, scales were broken or missing. His interal organs had been heavily damaged. A Toa would be dead by now. But if there was one thing you must remember about the Akrainid, it was that they are nothing like Toa.

 

His healing kicked in rather quickly, minor cuts sealing and shrapnel being spit out like chewed gum. The bigger things, however...that could take days. And so he laid there, driftig in and out of consciousness, not wanting to die but not wanting everything to hurt so bad.

 

The fight for survival began.

[25K Now!]

IC: Sajis

 

"Threat neutralised," stated Sajis in reply. "Everything is fine."

[ARROW404]

IC: Onepu

The taste of iron was filling his mouth. He spat out a mouthful of blood and shuddered. He didn't feel and consolation, not yet. "Mata nui #### it," he groaned. "Who uses grenades indoors? Hn!" He winced as another stab of pain went through his face. "She had a death wish," he sighed. "Neutralized means dead in this case, doesn't it?"

 

"Don't strain yourself," a vaguely familiar voice said to him. A medic. He couldn't see what the individual looked looked like, all he knew was that there were hands putting him into a stretcher. There were probably others doing the same with the rest of the injured.

 

"My eye," he croaked as he lay down. "What the Makuta is wrong with my eye?"

"We'll know soon," the voice said, as if it was any consolation. "Just lie still for now."

 

Fighting the urge to wince with each stab of pain, he did as he was told.

[25K Now!]

IC: Sajis

 

"Bandages."

[Wotz]

IC: Wrehn

 

Y'know siding with Grenade Girl? Yeah, no.

 

I hear cover is a good thing to have when there's an exploding corpse nearby. Thus, I dive dramatically to safety as fragments of dead body and lethal explosive cut through the air above me. Other than a small colony of horrific gashes on my back and shoulder, I come out relatively unscathed. Well, physically, at least. As soon as I poke my head over the edge of the rock, her cold dead face rolls over and stares straight into my soul. The only thing worse than a dead person beckoning you into the empty beyond is probably getting forced to consume said dead person.

 

So, yeah, other than my mental and physical scarring, I'm just fine.

 

It isn't long before I pull myself together enough to leave my cover. The explosion apparently left the Ussalry in disarray, allowing me to sneak around the farthest reaches of the room to a short distance from the spot where she died. It is hear I find what I spotted from across the room: One of Grenade Girl's signature grenades. I can figure out how it works later, but now I have to escape the bank without being seen. Pocketing the grenade, I begin making my way back around the room towards the entrance.

[ARROW404]

NPC: Ussalmatoran

The thing about sneaking around a battle zone - let alone what was once a bank, and in the middle of the city - was that it was bound to be crawling with soldiers and guards. It wasn't half the guard as Onepu said, nor even a tenth, but getting anything done in there without being detected would have taken a Huna or at least a Volitak. The Ussalry is also mostly Onu-Matoran, who have very good sight in the dark.

 

"Hold it," One of them- an Onu-Matoran with an orange Huna- suddenly stopped the Su-Matoran. "You're bleeding, civilian, you should rest. I'll call over a stretcher." He seemed to take no notice to the fact that the Matoran he'd stopped seemed to be trying to remain unseen.

[Wotz]

IC: Wrehn

 

Well, this is awkward. Best to play it cool.

 

"No, uh, I think I'll be alright, it's just a scratch." I reply, making to walk away, whilst trying to shift my stance so as to hide the grenade.

Edited July 24, 2014 by Alex Turner

[ARROW404]

NPC:

The Ussalmatoran cocked his head with a puzzled look. Things were hectic, though, and the possibility that the Su-Matoran he'd just spoken to wasn't, in fact, a proper civilian never crossed his mind. "Well... be sure to have it looked at."

[25K Now!]

IC: Sajis

 

"What is the current plan?"

[Wotz]

IC: Wrehn

 

"Um, yeah, I will," I reply, shuffling off the scene. "Thanks."

 

I turn to give a hurried smile before making my way through the rubble out of the building.

[KCGR]

((OOC: Heya, I'm new here to the RP forum))

 

IC: Nunonu

 

Nunonu was just returning from delivering a repaired drill to a mine when he saw what appeared to be a collapsed building.

 

I'm..pretty sure that wasn't there when I left. he thought to himself.

 

Walking closer to the building he noticed a variety of stretchers leaving the scene. 

 

"What happened here? This doesn't look like a scheduled building demolition.." He said aloud to nobody in particular, attempting to keep his distance so the medically trained could do their jobs.

Edited July 29, 2014 by Makuta of Metru Nui

[silo]

IC: (Silo)

Silo somewhat disliked hiring himself out as a common killer to serve in the petty squabbles of the matoran  and toa, despite the fact that that was what he had done for most of his existence.

 

However, he had a mouth to feed and it was good pay for an easy job now that he was stuck on the island and it would be a while before this Vault business had sorted itself out enough for him to slip in.

 

That was how Silo did things, like a vulture:

After the battle had been won, he would swoop in and take the prize which the victor had opened the door to...

Of course he would not think of himself like this.

 

The others had gone of course -  Rehkyt and Xerex and the lot of them, either elsewhere on the island or on a faraway land by now, his trusty band of renegades...he couldn't say he would miss them he thought, grinning evilly.

 

He stood in a small cave on the suburbs of Onu-Koro - the perfect place, a place only the kind of people who his customers were would know about.

 

His customers were the kind of people who by day were well-mannered and high-ranking beings who tended to rather dislike another certain well-mannered high-ranking being...

And by night were schemers who came to him and asked it to be arranged for that certain being to accidentally trip and fall off a cliff. 

 

Here his business of assassination and murder (and practically anything else, for a large enough amount of widgets) would stand.

 

It needed a name...something that he was...

The Outcasts Organization...it had a certain ring to it, although it sounded a little contrived...

 

The Outcasts it was then...he would be recruiting members soon...

 

OOC:

 

If anyone wants their character to join the Outcasts, just let me know In Character or Out Of Character   

Edited August 10, 2014 by Silo

[Keeper of Kraata]

IC: Casanuva had heard the explosion when he entered Onu-Koro. He bid the courier he had been traveling with farewell and thanked him for the map and the pocket money. By the time he had made his way to the site, a small crowd had gathered.

 

"I hope I didn't need anything in there."

 

Looking around at the various beings gathered, he saw an onu-matoran with a drill. He tapped him upside the head.

 

"Hey there. You a miner?"

 

 

OOC: I REALLY am tempted to make a miner/minor joke, but I'll let it lie.

Edited July 31, 2014 by Keeper of Kraata

[KCGR]

IC: Nunonu

 

Nunonu felt a tap on his head, turning around he saw a Toa.

 

"Hey there. You a miner?"

 

The Onu-Matoran wondered why he would be mistaken for a miner for a brief moment before looking down at the drill he had to repair.

 

"Huh? Oh, the drill." He said "No no, I repair things around town. Mostly drills like this one." He looked the Toa up and down, noting the somewhat unusual color scheme.

 

"Figures that I deliver one drill and they've already got another one for me to fix." Nunonu said with a sigh. "At least it's work though. But besides that, do you have any ideas what happened here?"

[Keeper of Kraata]

OOC: Ooh, I'm going to have to borrow that method of quoting others.

 

IC: "Not really. I just showed up. I take it this isn't a normal happenstance."

 

Casanuva looked at the wreck, and a more serious look squirmed its way onto his face. "I heard several explosions from inside when I arrived. I'm sensing a lot of tiny magnetic bits, especially embedded into the ruin."

 

The toa turned on his heel. "Speaking of magnetism, I need to recharge the old elemental battery. I was hoping to find a guide to the mines to find some ferromagnetic ore. Or if you've got an electromagnet the size of this town hidden somewhere, that would work too. The juice I have left is just good for letting me be a walking compass slash metal detector."

[KCGR]

IC: Nunonu

 

Nunonu rubbed the back of his head. "Can't be much help with a electromagnet, but I'd be happy to guide you to the mines after I drop off this drill at my hut." He said as he begun to walk away from the scene towards the general direction of his hut. 

 

"Come on, It's on the way."

Edited August 1, 2014 by Makuta of Metru Nui

[Keeper of Kraata]

IC: "Alright, lead the way, little guy."

 

Casanuva followed the matoran as he left the scene.

 

"By the way, I never introduced myself. I'm Casanuva."