Bzprpg - Ta-Wahi

[- JL -]

OOC: So...Geardirector. Matrix. Ussal.

 

wat u guys doin wiv yo chars here, makin a team and all that stuffiez

 

IC: Axeron

 

Unhooded, the stealthy Toa of Fire sat eating. But that, of course, just kept him from being exposed. His true objective was to eavesdrop on Butra, Palako, Kakopa, Kotahk, Kranuka and whoever else was with them. He still didn't know exactly their names, as they hadn't addressed each other by name yet. But he was learning; Apparently, a team of Liberty.

 

Liberty, huh. To be free from the oppressions of society. In some way, Axeron and this new formed team were similar. They both fought of freedom. But Axeron......he understood. He understood Liberty, far, far more than any of the team he was listening on, combined. Especially him, once a matoran of the guard.

 

Sis, are you still there?

 

He continued with his listening, his mask activated, allowing for perfect control over his body. His breathing, his body's movement, all of it was under control, and he continued his stealthy listening, his targets having no idea of his objectives, hidden behind the facade of the food he continued to eat.

[Dralcax]

OOC: I see what you did there

IC:

"Maybe we should keep it simple... The Resistance sounds cool." remarked Fehron.

"But what, exactly, are we resisting?" asked Geon. "Seems slightly illogical to me."

"Meh," replied Botan,"I guess we could be resisting evil in general."

"But it isn't like evil is ruling over all of Mata Nui or anything," argued Dymiun.

[Geardirector]

IC: Butra

 

"I agree, we're battling evil, not resisting it. How about... the Defenders or the Protectors?"

[a goose]

IC: Myka (Ta-Koro)

 

Myka noticed that Zyron seemed a bit confused. "Sorry, I... I've never really been in... a relationship... before... I don't really talk to people much." She looked down as she spoke, as though she was embarrassed by what she was saying.

 

IC: Xerov (Ta-Koro)

 

Let's get this over with...

"After you..." I mutter, following Feongulf.

[BenLuke]

Let's get this over with...

"After you..." I mutter, following Feongulf.

 

IC:

 

Feongulf nodded, pulling open the inn's rusty door, sounds of boisterous and yet slightly menacing conversation reaching her ears as she stepped inside.

[Dralcax]

IC Botan

"The Defenders does sound kind of cool.... Yeah, let's go with that."

[Geardirector]

IC: Butra

 

"All in favor of "The Defenders" raise your hand" Butra declared, followed by his own hand shooting into the air.

[Dralcax]

IC:

Botan raised his hand, as did Fehron and Geon. Dymiun looked around before bandwagoning and raising his hand, too.

[- JL -]

IC: Axeron

 

The Defenders? Axeron resisted the urge to smile. But the smile that he forcefully stopped from appearing on his face - it was fueled not by happiness, but by the cruelty of understanding. The cruelty of knowledge.

 

The know something more, and see someone else, far more innocent, make of it as something much less. It made him try not to laugh. It made him.......It made him jealous. For him......it was innocence lost. These...Defenders. It made him angry. He truly, truly, to the bottom of his shaded heart, doubt that they even knew what they were defending it from. Already, he could guess the answers. "The Makuta!" They would shout. "Evil!" They would chant. But was that true?

 

If they defended, would they truly make a difference? No.

 

But THIS is how you make a difference.

 

At once, he stood up, his chair getting knocked back, as if an invisible servant had pulled it. Due to how close he had been to the tables which the....Defenders, as they apparently would like to call themselves, were occupying, it took only a Calix-powered stride before he stood at the front of their tables. Before they could even understand what was going on, with a shing! a small throwing knife was dug into the center of the table Butra had been oh-so-enthusiastically facing just a second ago.

 

Even as Axeron turned around, he could sense a slight lingering of fear, of shock, and then an understanding. As the Defenders gazed into the spot where the blade had perfectly pierced the table, they could see it was glowing red-hot. The red-hot passion of a Toa of Fire.

 

Passion, filled with regret. It was time Axeron needed a challenge. He knew the Defenders wouldn't be able to resist someone challenging them already.

 

Turning, he walked away, pulling his hood over his head.

[Dralcax]

IC:

Dymiun just stared as the cloaked stranger dug a red-hot knife into their table. "Please tell me that wasn't today's special..." he quipped. Fehron quickly restored order.

"It appears that not everyone likes us being here," he observed, "It appears we may have our first official mission soon."

[Geardirector]

IC: Butra

 

"Before we do anything rash, we should probably try to set up something resembling a base, I say it's time we headed to that place I mentioned" Butra suggested, before he used his powers to wrap the knife that had been chucked into the table in wood, preserving it in a swiftly generated satchel of vines and plant matter

[Dual Cee]

IC Kakopa

 

"Defenders sounds good, in the meantime we can advertise for our time so we get known to the people and we can start missioning later"

[Geardirector]

IC: Butra

 

"I don't think announcing our presence in a bombastic manner, with posters and the like, is the way to go here. Ever heard what happened to those Toa Maasi? Besides, a secret base would probably neccessiate certain other safety measures, such as avoiding to be too prolific"

[- JL -]

IC: Axeron

 

Calix-enhanced senses quickly told him what he wanted to know. There was leadership in this gang. While he couldn't see it, he could hear it, feel it, even smell it as the Green Toa wrapped fresh wood and plantlife around his weapon. Plantlife, huh. Will he use it to fuel Axeron's fire? Or will he use it to cut it off?

 

The other thing he heard, though. That was what he felt a 'pang!' with. Missioning. Missions.

 

A long time ago, missions were everything to him. Rank, Prestige, Achievements, and most of all, honor. Duty. That used to be what he had always stoof for; Axeron, Warrior of the Ta-Koro Guard. Back then, He.....He was a true, defender. A warrior of liberty, fighting against the oppressions of evils. Battling against attacks. Thieves. The scum of society. The captured Rahi. The controlled servants of evil.

 

But that all changed, didn't it? Now, he had no thoughts of the future. Only regrets of the past. Only reacting to the present. Did he feel happy? No. But did he feel like he did his duty? Yes.

 

Secret bases, Butra mentions. As Axeron approaches the front door, that was what he heard. Comparing against the Toa Maasi, they were to use secret bases.

 

He sighed.

 

Defenders. Truly, they were misguided. A group of Toa, who apparently have decided to fight for good, to be Defenders. And yet, what do they do? Cower in a secret little hole, as if role playing. Children.

 

 

 

I await you all..... he thought as he exited the diner.

[Geardirector]

IC: Butra

 

Butra's Akaku had allowed him to observe the stranger who'd chucked the knife into their table, he'd been listening.

 

"A Toa of Fire" Butra mumbled to himself "this is going to prove... challenging"

 

He was willing to guess that this Toa had the skills to back up his threat, why else would he challenge them so openly?

[Dual Cee]

IC Kakopa

 

"Hey I remember this guy, he's an assansin!" he wispered to Butra "But we can trust him and maybe try to recruite him.

 

OOC:

 

BRB

Edited December 23, 2012 by Dual Matrix

[- JL -]

IC: Axeron

 

At first, Axeron did not expect any sound from that terrible excuse of a Toa. He had practically choked on the luck as he had found a Gukko-Bird. But to have him whisper something like this?

 

Standing at the entrance of the diner, he spun. A perfect 360, his robes spinning gracefully as well. But a hand was held out, and from it came a blade, which silently flew through the air. To the unobservant, they wouldn't even know it was there. But, to those who could see, this one was deadly hot, and not only did it stab into the wood that was inches away from Kakopa's hands, it literally went right through the tabletop.

 

Kakopa would do well to shut up. Axeron didn't always get angry, but when he did.....it was scary.

[Dual Cee]

IC Kakopa

 

In shock he saw the blade nearly cutting his hand off.

"Axeron my friend, I found you, or the better you found me" He said while he signed Mayhaka to prepare for a fight.

Edited December 23, 2012 by Dual Matrix

[- JL -]

IC: Axeron

 

And that was what he would have said if Kakopa actually knew Axeron's name.

 

But he didn't. And as if in a taunt - because it was a taunt - Axeron simply shrugged and walked off, apparently to the streets.

 

But since when did Assassins do that?

[Dralcax]

IC Fehron

"An old friend of yours?" Fehron asked Kakopa.

[Dual Cee]

IC Kakopa

 

"Hey wait yoo forget something", he said as he trew a medium sized bag of widgets he had earned for dirty jobs in po-koro "Consider it as a payment"

 

Then he turned his face to Fehron,and spoke "I met him here, in Ta-Koro, he's the one who got me this sword", he took his sword from his back and looked at it, it was a masterpiece of crafting skills, nothing could balance his powers of the heat, and the absence of heat even more.

[Geardirector]

IC: Butra

 

"Then I trust you have some idea about why he issued us a challenge?"

[- JL -]

IC: Axeron

 

Payment? What a useless object. An....insult.

 

The bag of widgets landed on the doorstep of the diner. As Axeron stood from his hiding place, waiting, listening, the bag of widgets slowly heated up. Suddenly, the cloth bag combusted, leaving black dust to float and land on top of the liquid muck that was once money - which was not hard earned.

[Dual Cee]

IC Kakopa

 

"Are you mad that that fool I once called teammate left you in the jungle, cus I'm really sorry but I was locked up in here and was just relaesed today?"

Edited December 23, 2012 by Dual Matrix

[Geardirector]

IC: Butra

 

Butra rose from his chair

 

"Please, good sir, there is no reason to get upset, we mean you no harm"

[- JL -]

IC: Axeron

 

The problem with what they said, though, was that the person they were saying it to was nowhere in sight. This wasn't an issue about apologies or harm. Oh, no. He was testing them.

 

This time, a third throwing knife came at their table, and on it was a little slip of paper. It directed them towards the charred forest; a place where casualties in a fight would be minimal.

[Dual Cee]

IC Kakopa

 

"He is taunting us, and will most likely fight but not to kill but why ", he said after thinking about it he added "he is taunting us, Mayhaka, Palako follow me, anyone else can come too if they want"

[Taka Nuvia]

IC: Myka (Ta-Koro)

 

Myka noticed that Zyron seemed a bit confused. "Sorry, I... I've never really been in... a relationship... before... I don't really talk to people much." She looked down as she spoke, as though she was embarrassed by what she was saying.

~

 

IC: Zyron (Ta-Koro)

 

Zyron raised an eyebrow at her explanation, then smiled.

"That's okay, really. I guess I can consider myself lucky that you talked to me then, hm?" the Le-matoran replied softly. He did not, however, add that he considered relationships to be a bit overrated, for it really wasn't the right occasion, and he wasn't sure if Myka would get the joke. It wasn't that funny, anyway...

 

For a while Zyron said nothing, just enjoying the walk with Myka, the fact that he for once knew what was going on - even the heat of Ta-Wahi, he realized, seemed now somewhat pleasant to him. Almost too comfortable, as he felt his eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

He sighed.

 

"Maybe we should slowly, you know, make our way back to the inn...?"

[a goose]

IC: Xerov (Inn, Ta-Koro)

 

I look coldly around the inn. It's almost like it's worse on the inside than on the outside. Looks like I'll be spending tonight fending off rats rather than sleep.

 

IC: Myka (Ta-Koro)

 

"Oh. Sure," Myka smiled.

[Geardirector]

IC: Butra

 

"He wants to test us, to see if we are up for the task we have set before us" Butra mumbled as he examined the note.

 

"Well... either that or he just wants to kill us"

 

OOC: I'll be wating for the rest to catch up now

Edited December 23, 2012 by Geardirector

[Dralcax]

IC Fehron

"Whichever it is, we should go and see what's going on." Fehron picked up the knife, and using his iron powers, twisted it into a knot. "After all, we outnumber him, don't we?"

[Dual Cee]

IC Kakopa"No!" he said, "we'll not take him down with our nubers, he is way to smart for that, if we want to win we'll have to outsmart him, Butra can you use your akaku to find him?, also can you and Lhiimato grow some roots underneath the forest."

[Geardirector]

OOC: Wait, who's Lhiimato, I thought Botan was the group's second Ve-Toa.

 

IC: Butra

 

"At the very least Botan and I will be less vulnerable in the charred forest, the trees there are already burnt enough as it is"

[Eyru]

IC SurI grimaced. This was going to be inconvenient. "Unless you want to take the overland route to the Place of Shadow, I suppose that we travel to Ga-Wahi?" Secretly, I hoped for the latter. I needed a break after all this heat.

 

IC (Kaiapo)

 

The Toa of Earth nodded.

 

"I have not travelled out of Onu-Koro for many years," he said. "It seems some things have changed. But we can hope that another pass I know of will still be the same."

 

He began walking out the gates; the others followed him.

 

"I know of a trail in Po-Wahi that leads to Ko-Koro," he continued. "We shall pass through Ga-Koro on our way, and then to Po-Koro, and then, if it still exists, we shall take the path to Ko-Koro from there."

 

 

OOC Kaiapo and co. to Ga-Wahi.

[Dual Cee]

IC : Kakopa

 

"And do you see him", he asked Butra

 

OOC: Wait, who's Lhiimato, I thought Botan was the group's second Ve-Toa.

 

IC: Butra

 

"At the very least Botan and I will be less vulnerable in the charred forest, the trees there are already burnt enough as it is"

 

OOC:

 

He is an annoying anq quiet team member I'm gonna kill him off soon.

[BenLuke]

I look coldly around the inn. It's almost like it's worse on the inside than on the outside. Looks like I'll be spending tonight fending off rats rather than sleep.

 

IC:

 

Feongulf silently padded over to the inn's bar and reached for the pouch at her waist. "Room for the night, please," she said, mouth twisting into a grin as she dropped the last of her widgets onto the aged oak tabletop.

 

The barkeep stared down at her for a moment, then glanced back at Xerov. "Upstairs, second door on the right," he said finally, swiping up the currency and leaving a small key in it's place.

 

Sliding the key off the table and into her hand, Feongulf nodded tersely at the establishment's proprietor before turning and striding back to her companion.

 

"Right, then."

 

[shadow pridak money gang]

IC: Dorian (Ta-Koro)

 

Ta-Koro was cold.

 

Not really, but it felt that way, so completely chilled was my psyche. Each step was leaden, difficult, as though I were a statuette ripped from its pedestal and forced to run a half marathon after it. I found myself wondering what exactly the statuette became after it lost its grip on the world. Was it still a trophy, meant for ornament with no practical value, a testament to how dope you are or what you've accomplished in this life, or did it become something else entirely? When do you become a real boy? Before you lose your grip or after it?

 

What’s more than that, not only was I cold, I was lonely. I had sort of come to care about Jin as a person, a friend even. We had met in a bar, probably with the attention of spending the night together and then mutually abandoning each other, but she was intriguing in a way that not many people on this island really were anymore. I knew I had screwed up, and I knew I was screwed up, but I had taken it out on here in a moment where, instead of blood and electrical impulse, fear and rage and a bit of lost love had pumped through my body, giving it strength, and now I had lost her forever.

 

The Vortixx still didn't say anything, though she at least appeared slightly more comfortable around me now that I was Cheekbones McGee again; Jin just walked slightly in front of me and kept some distance between my right side and her left, determined not to talk. I knew she was suffering; she may not have cared overly for one or two lives, but not many people were truly sick enough in the head to perform genocide, and in those eyes, those mirrors to the soul that so closely resembled fresh spring leaves hanging low from a tree, I saw pain.

 

And she refused to let me help, because she needed someone strong, and we both knew that I, well, wasn't. Brykon knew it, too.

 

"Oh, Dorian...always solving other people's problems, taking care of other people. And who takes care of you?"

 

The first time Naara had asked me that question in my dreams, I had tormented myself through sunrise and sunset with trying to snatch an answer to that question out of midair. The answer I kept running circles around was also the one I knew to be correct: Naara did. I loved her, and despite all my shenanigans with various other girls over the course of the last year, meeting Naara, training under her, spending time with her at the casino, that first kiss…those made me happy, and that was something I’d lacked for so long now in my life.

 

"I've always done quite a job at taking care of myself..."

 

Yeah. Right. Did I really want to take a look back at how taking care of myself had gone for me? No, not particularly, because the last year, with a couple exceptions, pretty much sucked completely. Hindsight, they say, is 20/20, and only in hindsight could I see how close I’d come to destroying myself over, and over, and over. Finding Bad Company. My destructive fling with Nikarra, poor girl. Squaring off against Anthyn when everything – absolutely everything – in my head told me that fighting an interdimensional soul-eating angel was a bad idea. Joining up with Bad Company again, getting myself destroyed. The Kumu Islets.

 

Heuani.

 

I was evil, once, or at least I’d thought I was. Truth be told, I was sick. The difference between psychosis and psychopathy, well, you can fix psychosis eventually. It might wear out on its own, or you can treat it until it’s gone, but psychosis you can fix with enough time and TLC. Psychopathy is different, because it never goes away. Was I a narcissist, a Machiavellian tool who would let anyone else suffer and die for my own gains? Yes. But I wasn't a psychopath, because at the end of the road, when all was said and done, I could be fixed.

 

And I was. Wasn't I?

 

“I'm here to give it to you straight, broski: you're a killer. Straight up, stone cold, bloodthirsty murderer, and that don't sit well with a lot of girls. You belong here, with Bad Company, doing what it is you do best. I mean, does Naara know you're a freakin' egomaniac?"

 

Shut up, Grokk.

 

"And why haven't you told her what exactly it is that you do?"

 

You always do this, Grokk.

 

"And let's face it: is it her you love, or is it the fact that when you look at her, and you stare into those oh-so-luscious hazel orbs, all you can see is yourself?"

 

Six months later, and despite all the time I’d spent trying to convince myself otherwise, I still wasn't entirely sure of the answer. I may not have been evil, but man, I was self-indulgent to a fault. Did that extend to Naara, who very well could have been a female clone of me if it weren't for a few little – okay, maybe not little – nuances? I’m an educated guy; I've done psychology courses and lectures, written poetry anthologies, even done some work on a novel about a family of cheekbones who are trying to migrate to a new face for the winter. But am I really that much of a narcissist? Perhaps the question isn't, “Do I love somebody?”

 

Maybe it’s “Can I?”

 

-Tyler

Edited December 24, 2012 by Tyler Durden

[Dralcax]

IC Botan

 

"I can do better than just roots..." Botan shot a seedpod into the air, bursting like a firework into several seeds, which spread out and were planted throughout the forest. "Wherever he may be, we now have an effective weapon. Butra! If you see him, germinate the seeds I just scattered! He'll have a nasty surprise waiting for him..."

 

OOC: You can choose which plant pops up

[otter]

IC-Naria (Hotel):

 

"Hey, Cysero, wake up!" Naria growled playfully, pushing on the Le-Matoran's chest. "Wake up, Kolhii head!" Despite Cysero's groans of annoyance and "no no lemmesleeeeeep," Naria eventually managed to force the Le-Matoran awake-by pushing him off of his bed. When Cysero jumped up, sputtering in annoyance and half-anger, Naria had one facial expression to fix him with, and he quickly shut up:

 

:3

 

"I know that the Turaga-or anybody, for that matter-haven't called a Naming Day, but my friends and I would always celebrate a little, mini-Naming Day amongst ourselves right around now, so I figured I'd extend the same to you!" When Cysero's confusion peaked, she tossed him a Kolhii staff that had been made by Hewkii himself, pretty much the best Kolhii player on the island.

 

"I hope you like it."

[shadow pridak money gang]

IC: Cysero (Lavapool Inn, Ta-Koro)

 

Cysero pushed himself off the floor, rubbing his jawbone where it had connected hard with the wooden floor of his hotel room (it was almost sure to leave a bruise) and shooting a glare at Naria until he saw what was in her hands. The Kolhii forward stopped dead for a second and then stretched out and took the staff: it was perfectly balanced, almost nothing in his hand, and as he twirled it around effortlessly, mimicking the motions necessary for a shot, the look in his eye was tantamount to having seen Mata Nui and then bringing it in for a brohug with the Great Spirit himself.

 

"I won't even ask how you got this," Cysero whispered, the very sound choked in his throat as the stick plopped down onto the bed, bouncing once softly before resting peacefully on the mattress, "so I'm just gonna say...thanks. It's easily the coolest thing I've gotten in, well...I mean...screw it."

 

The Le-Matoran's muscled arms reached out and coiled around Naria's waist like snakes as he pulled her into a huge hug, falling backwards onto the bed; the Ga-Matoran's head bounced against the fluffy fabric of the pillow, and Cysero rolled around, letting her stare down at him as he held her up in the air, suspending her about six inches off his chest with the strength and stamina of a man who was born to be an athlete.

 

"You're the greatest."

 

-Tyler

Edited December 25, 2012 by Tyler Durden