IC: The Docks
The crowd of angry blue people slowly dispersed after Firion’s words. The fire had not been vanquished; it was only kept under control. They were simply sad and there was little commotion as they made their way back to the village like Firion did. Few of them noticed a blue shape push itself out of the waters and onto towards the shore. Green eyes narrowed as the figure walked forward, making its way past the upset Matoran and towards Firion and Voutok. He didn’t appear to notice Voutok, for he simply ignored the De-Matoran and went straight for Firion. A firm hand was placed on the Matoran’s shoulder, forcefully pulling him around. Firion jerked back, turning around to see who it was. He expected to see a short Matoran of Sound, not the tall and noble form of Toa Virin towering over him. Last time he had seen Virin today, he was about to get in a fight with Ketan, the leader of the Toa Arete. Apparently, he was fine and had escaped with few scratches, for his armor and face didn’t have any dents in it. A smile formed on Firion’s face, now that he knew his new friend was safe.
[color=#000080;]“It’s nice to see that you aren’t dead.” [/color]Firion joked. Voutok was seemingly confused by all of this and although he had his questions, he didn’t say anything.
[color=#0000ff;]“I heard your words. They were great ones.”[/color] Virin told Firion. [color=#0000ff;]“I came to the docks to stop the mob from leaving on the boats. My plan was to simply sink them. Yours worked a little better[/color].” He then returned Firion’s smile and the two shook hands as they had done earlier in the day when they first met. Virin’s eyes then turned to Voutok.[color=#0000ff;] “Who is your friend?”[/color]
[color=#000080;]“His name is Voutok. He’s been assisting me with my marine duties. He also has a friend, a Vortixx-“[/color]
[color=#0000ff;]“A what?” [/color]Virin asked.
Firion shook his head. He had forgotten that for many years Virin had lived alone inside a lighthouse. He most likely had never even heard of a Vortixx. Firion had been ignorant of their species only hours earlier, but now he was more up to date. It amused me, but he’d explain to Virin about it later. [color=#000080;]“I’ll tell you later. It’s important that we find Lenat, though. I’ve commissioned the creation of a crossbow and I might need it a little earlier then I had anticipated with all this chaos going about. Voutok, I believe that he planned to meet back up with us in the alley we gathered in earlier. You can go ahead and lead the way, Toa Virin shall assist us.”[/color]
Virin simply nodded, looking over to Voutok with his peaceful green eyes.
OOC: Yeah, Firion just considers anybody who is new to the whole business a kid, despite the fact that he’s not that old himself.
IC: Fishing Settlement
Somewhere away from Ga-Koro, there is a cabin. Within this cabin, there are four fishermen. Their names in order were Bo, Vo, Lo, and Wo. Surprisingly, they were not brothers. They were however close friends. Bonded together by their shared profession, they chose not to live in the village, but closer to the sea where they could fish more easily without having to take a long trip. Annually, one time every month they would venture into Ga-Koro for supplies and such, but they still didn’t keep in touch with anyone from Ga-Koro that often. It was for that reason that they were very unaware of the current state of things in the village. They had no idea that the Turaga had been murdered or that she had even been kidnapped in the first place. So yes, the cabin was very isolated from the rest of their society. It was only those four that lived in the cabin and the closest place of interaction was miles away. Despite how dangerous this seemed, the fisherman had mostly avoided trouble.
Today, they went to the shores like any other day to start their day. Carrying fishing rods, the four Ga-Matoran walked to the shore, chattering amongst themselves. The particular conversation wasn’t that interesting, but when Bo stopped listening and simply stared at the shores, the other Matoran knew something was wrong. “What is it, Bo?” Vo asked the seemingly petrified Matoran. Slowly, the others stopped in their tracks and stared ahead. “All right… Why are you guys acting so weird?” he said, somewhat scared by this. He finally realized what had caused it, though, when he turned his head in the same direction that they faced. It was quite possibly the strangest scene that the normally mundane fisherman had ever seen. A girl with sat there on the beach, on her knees. That wasn’t the strange part. She was covered in blood from head to toe, baby blue armor barely visible underneath the dark maroon color. That still wasn’t the strange part. No, the oddest thing about it was that she had wings. Huge, giant white puffy wings like those of an angel. They poked out of her back and covered her body up like a giant blanket. They were the only part of her body that wasn’t stained with blood.
Then the girl let out an ear-splitting scream that woke them up from the four fishermen from their trance. Birds flew and the fishermen went into motion, rushing over to the girl, catching her before she passed out. The four of them looked at each other, trying to understand what was going on. “What the heck is she?” Wo asked fearfully.
As they lowered her body on the ground, Vo mutters, “I’ve heard stories like this before… Old fisherman tales… I think they’re called sirens…”
Lo shook his head, “Sirens don’t exist you moron! She must be some kind of special Toa!” He told him abruptly.
The only one of them who didn’t speak was Bo. He simply continued to stare at her. He looked her body up and down and he came to one conclusion. She was beautiful. He had never seen someone so pretty. Even though, she was covered in blood, she somehow managed to be alluring. He wanted her; he wanted to be with her. He realized that he had to help. Raising his head, “We need to get her inside the cabin.” He told the other three Matoran.
Vo raised an eyebrow at this sudden decision, “Wait, what?”
Bo shook his head, “She’s hurt. We have medical kits back at the cabin. We can stitch her up there and then we can get some answers on what she is.”
Vo, Lo, and Wo exchanged glances with each other and although they were wary of this strange creature, they did know something. She was indeed just a girl, and she did need help.
Groaning, the four of them picked up the winged creature. She was incredibly heavy, but they figured that was probably from her wings. They still managed the weight though, simply because they had gained a lot of muscles by rowing boats. Moving quickly, they took the injured woman back into the wooden cabin. The place was quite cozy looking, with a neat little fireplace in the middle of the room, everything seeming to revolve around it like it was the sun. Tables and chairs were assembled in front of it and that was where they decided to put the girl down. They laid her down on a table and when her wings hit the floor, they carefully moved chairs around so that they would be elevated. She took up most of the room, simply because the cabin was built for Matoran, not Toa or whatever she was.
Wo scurried off to grab the medical kit and Bo grabbed a bucket of water. He placed a towel in the warm water and pulled it out. He then started to pat down and clean her armor so that there was no more blood. As he did this, brilliant baby blue armor was slowly seen, only making her appear more attractive to him. For a second, his hand hovered over her heart light and he stared at her beautifully crafted mask. It was then that bright green eyes poked out from the mask and stared back at him. Bo jumped back from her, landing on his butt. He panted as the girl rose from the table, curiously looking around at everything. Her wings extended to their full length, knocking over cups and ornaments that were in the room. “Hmm~” She hummed, observing her surroundings one last time before she folded her wings into her back.
The four Ga-Matoran stood in separate four corners, backs to the wall in fear as they stayed away from her. “Who are you?” The creature asked her voice warm. Her eyes were focused on Bo, so he reluctantly answered.
“My name is Bo… What are you?”
[color=#add8e6;]“I am not exactly sure…” [/color]She muttered to herself. [color=#add8e6;]“I am sure of one thing though. My name is Anshiel! There is something else important too…” [/color]She said, stroking her chin as if in deep thought. The four Ga-Matoran leaned forward, ready to get some answers. [color=#add8e6;]“Apples are my favorite food!” [/color]She announced excitedly.
Bo and his fellow Matoran nearly fell over from the suspense being so easily deflated. It was then that Vo noticed something very disconcerting. He had been unable to see the wound earlier when they had first happened upon the woman, but now it was clearer since Bo had cleaned her armor. There was no wound. His eyes widened as he realized this and he glanced over to the blood, now swirling around in the bucket of water. That blood did not belong to Anshiel. He too was not the only one who had noticed this. Wo and Lo both had similarly stunned expressions on their face. The only one who didn’t seem to be aware of this disturbing realization was Bo who simply stared at Anshiel, as if he was hypnotized. Vo gulped and he walked over to Anshiel, “Have a seat, Anshiel. We’ll try and get you some apples.”
[color=#add8e6;]“Thank you!” [/color]She responded so quickly, nearly startling the already uneasy Vo. She then sat down on the chair and put her hands on her knees. Strangely, her bright green eyes seemed to be focused only on thing. The fire in the fireplace and its flames were reflected in her eyes. It did seem to have her attention, though, which was why Vo decided this was a good opportunity to discuss what they had noticed.
“We need to get those apples.” He told the others and they all nodded except for Bo, who seemed a bit reluctant to leave Anshiel. He eventually did though and the four Matoran entered a hallway. “I’m pretty sure you guys noticed it too… Anshiel… She has no wounds. That blood is not hers!” He whispered quickly, although his tone was very alarmed. Lo and Wo nervously looked back at Anshiel who sat in the same place, not moving at all.
“Now I’m not saying she’s a killer… but we do need to be smart. Whatever happened to her was horrible, so I think it’s best if we leave her in the cabin and report it to Turaga Nokama.”
Bo’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. We need to help her.”
Vo shook his head. “We’ve helped her as much as we can… Someone needs to tell her that we’ll be leaving-“
“I’ll do it.” Bo said abruptly, cutting off Vo. Vo nodded and Bo walked back into the room and over to Anshiel. With the fire illuminating her, he could see every inch of her. The way the fires danced around her, she was so tempting. He couldn’t let her go. Bo gulped and shook his head, he then whispered into the motionless creature’s ear, “We’re going to leave this cabin, you need to leave as well, though. They don’t trust you and they’re going to tell the Turaga about you. I don’t know what happened to you or that much about you, but I’m so… pushed towards you for reasons I don’t understand. I just know that I have to protect you, Anshiel.” He told her.
He pulled back from her ear and he sighed as she simply sat there staring at the fire. Fire was caught in her eyes and it was silent in the cabin, except for the sound of burning wood. Then she slowly turned her head towards him and nodded. Bo smiled, relieved that she understood him. She beckoned for him and he slowly took a step forward. He was so hypnotized by her command that he failed to notice that long, sharp claws that could now be seen on her hands. When he was only an inch away from her, she bent down so that their heads were on equal level and she whispered something in her ear. [color=#ff0000;]“Anshiel’s not home.” [/color]
His eyes widened and he tried to pull away, but strong hands grabbed his neck and in one motion, his neck was snapped. His head leaned to the side and his body hit the ground. It was quiet, it was quick, and no one had heard it. Standing up over the dead Matoran, she walked over the corpse and her normally large green eyes narrowed, becoming more focused and seemingly smaller. She was heading towards the Matoran that she knew were hiding in the hallway.
Vo, Lo, and Wo stood there, waiting for Bo to return so that they could leave the cabin, but when someone did step in the hall, it was not Bo. Instead, it was Anshiel and she had a murderous expression on her face. Vo took a step back, “Where is Bo?”
[color=#ff0000;]“What you don’t know won’t hurt you.”[/color] She whispered sweetly, a hand reaching over to Vo.[color=#ff0000;] “Or maybe it will?” [/color]She said, seemingly talking to herself. [color=#ff0000;]“Truth is… Bo is dead!” [/color]She stated simply.[color=#ff0000;] “He was too lovesick, so I killed him! You three on the other hand are going to be my new toys!” [/color]She said her voice childlike and high. Her Kanohi started to glow as she stepped closer, until they were in the corner again. [color=#ff0000;]“You won’t suffer long! I’ll make it all better!”[/color] She announced and she extended her arms forward, revealing the hands that had murdered Bo.
There was no escape for the three of them. She had them backed up in a corner and it was then they realized how stupid they had been. They allowed this stranger to enter their home. They had allowed her to kill their friend. This enraged Lo and Wo who jumped forward at her, while Vo stayed against the corner, not moving. He wasn’t sure what his friends were trying to do, but they did not succeed. Those claws of hers, ripped through the two of them like they were butter. The two of them hit the ground, armor now covered in blood like she had been when they had first found her. Blood hit her face, but she didn’t seem to care. No, she crouched over the two Matoran and to Vo’s amazement, their bodies seemingly healed, wounds becoming sealing and nonexistent as if they were never there. Then tears rolled down his face as she ripped their bodies apart again, only to heal them once more. She repeated this action over and over and when he tried to rush forward, she simply glared at him and he became petrified by fear. He now understood why she was so bloodied when they had discovered her. She was not finished until ten minutes later when after the twentieth time that she had healed their bodies, their screams had become whimpers and she simply sighed. [color=#ff0000;]“Boring.”[/color]
She then stood up and brought her foot down on to their skulls, cracking their Kanohi into pieces with relative ease. The two of them were now dead and sickeningly she said, [color=#ff0000;]“I told you that they wouldn’t suffer for long…”[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]“As for you, though…”[/color] Then his eyes widened and he let out a shriek as her wings spread out from her back. [color=#ff0000;]“I need one toy for future use…”[/color] She muttered and he screamed as a claw swept him up and the wings started to fly, bursting through the roof of his cabin like a missile. His scream sent the birds into flight once more and they ironically flew behind the flying winged creature. They sped through the skies and he continued to scream as the cabin only became more distant, now just a speck in his eye. He would never see his home or his friends again and as he realized this, tears rushed down from his face. He looked up to see Anshiel, singing a sweet song. It was oddly comforting, even though he knew how this would end. Hopefully, she wouldn’t murder him as badly as she did to his friends. He simply stopped fighting and screaming at that point. His eyes closed and he listened to her sweet melody.
[color=#ff0000;]I'm already goingI'm already goneThere's a stranger in my place~You'll never find meBut I'll get alongCause the valkyr know my name~[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Anath, they call me[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]The Reaper of Death[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]And I hope we get along~[/color]
OOC: Anshiel/Anath to Le-Wahi.