OOC: Aw yes, LOTS of interaction!
OOC: Dude, great job on your latest Jakura post! That was a nice read, I can tell you've already improved a lot since you joined the RPG.
"Um, righto..." The Toa of Gravity shifted his shoulders in discomfort. This was crazy. He was hopping onboard with a madman, to go on some sort of quest to find someone he wasn't even sure existed.
What have I become? He mused to himself, shaking his head slowly back and forth.
Seeing Duros had opened a knew door within his heart, one that would forever remain ajar to the possibility of the survival of his former teammates. Zeth would scour the entirety of the world if he had to. There was no stopping him. He would venture where no being had dared, travel where no being had traveled. The young Toa had dug up something within himself on this day. Something he didn't even know was there.
He had found his courage.
Those scars certainly held a story, and they piqued Rune's curiosity so much that she had to bite her own tongue. Could this man be a mercenary like herself? He looked too frail to be an on-duty killer, however. Perhaps just a battle-scarred veteran who'd passed his prime? The only thing she could be certain of was that this man was accustomed to the front lines.
The Toa of Lightning marveled at the way the cloaked Toa downed her canteen. He must have been parched.
The best way to get to know a stranger is to let them get to know you.
"What is your name, sir?" She held out her hand for him to shake. "Call me Rune. I'm a drifter by nature, but most of my ties remain in Le-Koro."
By ties I mean colleagues. By drifter I mean killer.
She smiled warmly.
OOC: Thanks! When I have time, I do my best
Mesonak was not a fan of team-ups. Teams never really fared well around him - everyone ended up dead, for, er, different reasons. But Meso realized that, for perhaps the first time in forever, he needed the help of another being. And it seemed now that he had found very valuable help, too - a Toa who thought he knew Meso's target. There's only one problem; Mesonak needed to kill Jakura. And this Toa - the title itself an enemy of Mesonak - wanted to rescue him for death.
Well, Mesonak thought to himself, looks like I'll need to kill two Toa. Darn. That's going to be difficult...
He smiled. All in a day's work for a crazy, handsome-as-all-get-out Skakdi.
"Okay, partner," Mesonak said through his smile, emphasizing the word partner. "Lead the way!"
Varan's mind began screaming - no, not his mind. The Being inside of it. The Master. He was pulling - HARD - against Varan's will, and he couldn't understand why. What had this Toa done to frighten the Master? To frighten...
For the first time in his life, Varan felt an emotion that wasn't anger, or hatred, or malice coming from his Master. He felt pure, unbridled fear. but fear of what? So weak, so weak without his Mask...
Varan cleared his throat and pushed against the Master's will. He was curious, and though he didn't realize it, he was truly disobeying the Master for the first time in his life.
"My - my name is Varan. I am a... freelancer of sorts. I, too, have most ties here in Le-Koro, though my reach - I mean, my employer's reach is far across the island. I"m - I'm seeking a De-Matoran known as Juurok. He owns a stand and sells - Kanohi. I-I need a new one."
Varan's head slowly began to squeeze, as every word he had uttered returned to him and to the Master, angering him and bringing forth his rage upon Varan. But Varan knew he could show no weakness, and must maintain his image. He held his break and shrak further beneath his cloak. But then, he saw something - that smile. That Toa's smile, it was -
It was as if a bolt of electricity coursed through his mind, but not from the Master - no, this was different. It was both painful and marvelous at the same time, and it made a tear slip from Varan's eye.
And whether his accepted it or not, Varan was changing.
His true destiny was beginning to reveal itself.
OOC: Interaction on its way, Jakura Nuva
Hile walked around the town square of Le-Koro, observing the mundane affairs of Le-Matoran. Again, he was beginning to get bored with the quiet lifestyle now prevailing on Mata Nui. It had been months since he had last been involved in an adventure, and even that one had proved fruitless in its rewards. Since then, Hile had been travelling all over Mata Nui, occasionally finding something interesting to chronicle, but nothing grand he could get involved with. He was beginning to get frustrated.
Now, in Le-Koro, he was hoping to at least see a party or something. What he found was far more grave. Inside a store, he could hear shouting. Attracted to action as he was, Hile went inside and saw a Toa threaten a Matoran.
"Hey!" he shouted. "What's going on here?"
Jakura whirled around. He was frustrated, he was furious, and by all means he wouldn't let another being intervene.
"None of your business, Ko-Koroan! Leave the business of Toa to Toa!"
%@$# you, firespitter, he cursed himself in his mind. You're drawing attention!
He turned back to Juurok. "You have one more chance," he hissed menacingly. "You can give me the Kanohi, or I can take it from you. Choose."
But Juurok merely cleared his throat and raised his Mask to face Jakura's. With tears of fear slipping through his eye holes, he said, "No. For if there is none I fear more than my Master."
While he was enraged, this mere sentence froze Jakura in his tracks. A Master? What Master?"
He shook it off quickly, raised his forearm, and pointed his Kanoka launcher. As he charged a disk, he muttered, "Good luck with the rest of your business, scum."