[color=#ff8c00;]IC: Tayis [/color]
"I'm Tayis," he replied, sitting down on one of the chairs.
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Posted Apr 09 2013 - 09:18 AM
[font="'times new roman', times, serif;"][color=rgb(0,0,0);]A line in the sand.[/color][/font]
[color=rgb(0,0,0);][font="arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"]IC: [/color][/font][color=rgb(255,0,0);][font="georgia, serif;"]Krell[/color][/font]
[color=rgb(255,0,0);][font="georgia, serif;"]Before me stands a monster, a villan, a murderer, and a friend.[/color][/font]
[color=rgb(255,0,0);][font="georgia, serif;"]His rusted-red form, so alike to mine, is alit from the fiery suns positioned behind him, though his soul is darker than the shadow stopping at my feet. His gaze burns through me, painting me with spcters of our former selves. He batters the stark-white salt flat around us with wave upon wave of thunderous sound, the ear-splitting storm throws sand into the air and shakes the ground for bios around.[/color][/font]
[color=rgb(255,0,0);][font="georgia, serif;"]I didn't notice.[/color][/font]
[color=rgb(255,0,0);][font="georgia, serif;"]To the untrained eye, we could be called Brothers. And he is, my Brother. We are mirror images or each other. Both clad in armor fit for a corpse, both walked a path that drew us in and reshaped us. Both with spirits darker than night.[/color][/font]
[color=rgb(255,0,0);][font="georgia, serif;"]Though twisted, evil, and psychotic, he is still my Brother. He is here to kill me, I make no mistake there. Although, for as long as he wears that infernal mask tainted with darkness, I can't be sure which are his choices or Makuta's. Perhaps I am hoping he's doing this against his will, a soldier following orders, a slave in mind and body to a melevolent force. Hope is something I never had the luxury for.[/color][/font]
[color=rgb(255,0,0);][font="georgia, serif;"]He is here to kill me, though I will kill him first.[/color][/font]
[color=rgb(255,0,0);][font="georgia, serif;"]I hold up my hand, a single gauntleted arm covered in armor exactly like what the monster before me wears. I don't say a word to Ferron, this is my battle. A single step takes me into his shadow, while another brings me closer to the end. A wicked gleam shines off his sword, I'm armed with only my dagger and my mind. He stands above me, a dark omen of my future, I stand below him, a reminder of the past.[/color][/font]
Posted Apr 09 2013 - 11:42 AM
[color=#0000ff;]Zieta awoke again. He body ached, but she could move. She stepped onto the cold hard hospital floor. He legs wobbled but she manages to stay standing.[/color]
[color=#0000ff;]She scanned to room to see if she could find Quert.[/color]
Posted Apr 09 2013 - 12:07 PM
Posted Apr 09 2013 - 12:35 PM
[color=#696969;]Ferron's trained eyes followed Krell as he approached the devilish stranger looming before them, like a phantom of pain and suffering that personified Krell's inner demons. It was as if time itself had slowed down, taunting Ferron with hints of the doubtlessly titanic event that would soon take place.[/color]
[color=#696969;]Ferron discreetly triggered his powers, this time spawning a massive hammer, one that he didn't intend on using directly on the stranger, no, he had another idea...[/color]
OOC: Now we just need Navy Nutter to catch on.
Edited by Geardirector, Apr 09 2013 - 12:36 PM.
Posted Apr 09 2013 - 01:56 PM
[color=#0000ff;]"If fine!" she snapped, then quickly softened her exression. "Look" she said "I appreciate what you and your staff have done, really. But its time for me to make my leave now. There's no use clogging up beds for those that need it more" She dropped her head. "I may be battered and bruised but when have I ever not been? I dont have time to relax in bed, and if you knew why you'd let me pass" Zieta looked Quert directly in the eye "I need this" she said, be voice wobbling.[/color]
Posted Apr 09 2013 - 02:08 PM
"I might already have told you but, I am Mayhaka"
He went to sit down too.
Posted Apr 09 2013 - 02:48 PM
Posted Apr 09 2013 - 03:16 PM
[color=#0000ff;]Zieta was to tired to beg the Toa to let her go. Maybe he was right. She was in a bad way.[/color]
[color=#0000ff;]"Fine", she said, and she walked back to her bed.[/color]
Posted Apr 09 2013 - 07:55 PM
[color=#006400;]Tellus grinned widely. A drink after all that hard work sounded wonderful.[/color]
[color=#006400;]"Now yer talkin' me language, mate! It occurs to me that we 'ave quite a bit o' rum on this 'ere ship, temptin' poor souls. What say we help 'em by removing some o' that temptation?"[/color]
Posted Apr 11 2013 - 07:33 AM
[color=#b22222;]"The time has come," Kuhrin's voice sounded clearly in the ears of everyone present, like nails carving into a blackboard. "Brother."[/color]
[color=#b22222;]A vicious smile spread across Kuhrin's pitched face, his eyes flaring with a cruel bloodthirst that needed to be quelled. The rumbling vibrations from a few moments previously had barely subsided when Kuhrin began to sweep them back around the area, the sands around them being caught up in the tornado of white noise. The whirling walls around them formed an arena. "Don't bother trying to escape," his grinding voice curdled in their ears, "making contact with the walls won't exactly do wonders for your hearing."[/color]
[color=#b22222;]The sand beneath him began to be thrown around violently as well, lifted him a few inches off the ground. "Witness the power Makuta has given me!" He bellowed, opening his arms. Three piercing bolts of immensely high volume sound, not far off the tearing noise that formed the walls, lanced out from his fingertips and headed for each of his three foes.[/color]
[color=#808080;]Zuriana was hit first, being the closest. The bolt hit her square in the chest and launched her back, through the wall of the arena and outside, where she suffered a few seconds of total deafness before falling into a dreamless slumber.[/color]
Posted Apr 11 2013 - 08:07 AM
[color=#696969;]Ferron dodged the sonic blast... by a hair, he caught a glimpse of Zuriana lying unconscious outside the makeshift arena their foe had created.[/color]
[color=#696969;]Ferron's suspicions had been confirmed, their opponent was a Toa of Sonics, and Ferron remembered the biggest weakness of a De-Toa. His original plan for taking advantage of this, however, took a back-seat to the new opportunity they had been offered.[/color]
[color=#696969;]Kuhrin had created a massive wall of pure sound, if they could push him into it...[/color]
[color=#696969;]Ferron decided to act like he was oblivious to this, and instead spawned a row of spikes that tore through the sand towards Kuhrin[/color]
Edited by Geardirector, Apr 11 2013 - 08:07 AM.
Posted Apr 11 2013 - 03:09 PM
[color=rgb(0,0,0);]IC: [/color][color=rgb(255,0,0);][font="georgia, serif;"]Krell[/color][/font]
[color=rgb(255,0,0);][font="georgia, serif;"]The rust-armed Toa didn't flinch, didn't move, didn't blink as the swirling walls of sand and sound rose up around them. He didn't seem to regiester the ground shaking beneath his boots, nor the buzzing, white noise that filled the area. He was somewhere else, not gone, but not exactly present. And so, it seemed like the sphere of sonics energy and sand would hit him directly.[/color][/font]
[color=rgb(255,0,0);][font="georgia, serif;"]It didn't even come close.[/color][/font]
[color=rgb(255,0,0);][font="georgia, serif;"]Without warning, a tongue of black flames shot out from Krell's body, inveloping the sphere in it's light-sucking heat. Less than asecond later, it disappeared, while the sphere shatter completely as the molten sand was flash-frozen by the Toa of Blackfire's sudden heat absorption. The gleaming splinters hit the ground, only to be swallowed up by the sonic waves pulsing through.[/color][/font]
[color=rgb(255,0,0);][font="georgia, serif;"]It was then, that Krell acted.[/color][/font]
[color=rgb(255,0,0);][font="georgia, serif;"]He sprinted across the sand, his light footsteps leaving molten footprints in their wake, his hands were alit with an aura of dark flames, indentical to the ones burning behind his Kanohi's eyeholes. He was dead-set on his target, the one thing in this world he could call a brother, the one person he hated with passion, the one person he had to kill.[/color][/font]
Posted Apr 11 2013 - 05:20 PM
[color=#0000ff;]"I mean it, Yasurek," Lohkar continued. "Every one o' us except you is either a criminal, a drunkard, or a madman. Or, well," he grinned his usual grin, "all three."[/color]
[color=#0000ff;]His tone became serious again.[/color]
[color=#0000ff;]"But you, Yasurek, you're different. You're an honourable man. An' I can say with total honesty that I trust nobody on this ship more than I trust you. Not even Tellus; not even Hahkes. You may not realise it, mate, but whenever I've needed you, you were there. You've been at my side through thick an' thin. Remember the Blood Kanohi? Even if we only got a copy, we'd never 'ave got even that if it weren't for you. An' every other time, you've always been reliable. Dependable."[/color]
[color=#0000ff;]Lohkar smiled, and it wasn't a roguish grin. It was a smile of friendship, of sincerity.[/color]
[color=#0000ff;]"I feel safe, knowin' you've got my back. An' I'm proud to 'ave you as my Midshipman. Couldn't 'ave asked for a better one."[/color]
Edited by Ra's al Ghosthands, Apr 11 2013 - 05:21 PM.
Posted Apr 12 2013 - 04:22 AM
Tivanu sat on one of the stone benches that was carved into the side of small stone building. He seemed out of place among all these Po-Matoran. Standing at 8 and a half feet tall he was tall even among skakdi. His purple and white armor stood out among the tan landscape.
He glanced up at the sky and saw Kive-Phu circling high overhead.
At least she is enjoying this place.
He simply used his staff to rise up from his seat and he whistled rather loudly. With a quick flurry and a cloud of sand Kive-Phu the Lava Hawk landed on Tivanu's broad shoulders tucking her wings close to her body.
Perhaps we can find some business.
OOC: Tivanu is open for interaction
Posted Apr 12 2013 - 04:27 PM
Tivanu simply sighed as he walked towards a building that was made of stone. It looked like a bar of sorts. He did not want to enter but instead he leaned against the side of the building.
Kive-phu still rested on his shoulder. She seemed like she had fallen asleep. He still found it amazing how he had come by this lava hawk and how tame she was.
Some times there are mysteries even the great beings can not answer
He watched Po-matoran walk by him. One even looked at him and simply ran off.
Can not blame him for running away. I know if i were a weak and pathetic matoran and i saw me i would run.
OOC: Tivanu is open for interaction
Posted Apr 13 2013 - 05:37 AM
[color=#0000ff;]Zieta looked away from the window and faced Quert. "Im much better now" She said. "I can understand if you wish to question me about the incident"[/color]
[color=#0000ff;]Normally, Zieta would have lost her temper at someone keeping her prisoner but Quert had done her a favour. She owed him her life. [/color]
Posted Apr 13 2013 - 06:04 AM
[color=#b22222;]With a thud, Kuhrin dropped to the ground and hopped quickly up, the spikes skidding beneath his feet during his brief airtime to be thrown askew by the arena walls. The Toa of sonics landed in a three-point stance, using his free hand to pummel into Ferron's ears with a gesture, an obscenely high-pitched sound to ear-piercingly shrill it was nigh-unbearable.[/color]
[color=#b22222;]In the meantime, Kuhrin kept absorbing sound from the air around him, which not only prevented him from being crippled by the sheer amount of noise in a battle situation, but also kept his elemental energy levels from being depleted too quickly. It was the bulk of his power he decided was necessary to truly silence Krell for good.[/color]
[color=#b22222;]Bringing his free hand down hard into the ground with his other, he unleashed a powerful vibration through terrain to meet Krell's rapidly-approaching molten footprints, which threw sand up into the air as it went, all of this intended to disorientate his opponent and to knock him off balance.[/color]
Edited by Navy Nutter, Apr 14 2013 - 07:15 AM.
Posted Apr 13 2013 - 09:38 AM
[color=#006400;]IC: The Infernavika - Gunner[/color]
[color=#006400;]"Strange minds must think alike," I replied, chuckling quietly, "That sounds like a good plan. There oughta be a few crates of rum down in the store there; be a mate and bring up a couple bottles, could ya?"[/color]
Posted Apr 13 2013 - 03:23 PM
[color=#006400;]"It'd be me pleasure," Tellus, said, disappearing into the hold with a grin and a wink. A few minutes later, he reappeared, carrying four bottles. "At first, I was goin' to only bring up two, but then thought of those poor, tempted souls, and grabbed a couple more out o' pity." With a grin, he handed Gunner two of the bottles.[/color]
[color=#006400;]"Bottoms up, mate!"[/color]
Posted Apr 14 2013 - 07:51 PM
Tivanu approached the center of the village. He could not help but notice how dead the village seemed to be. He looked up at Kive-phu and noticed she seemed restless as well.
Perhaps we should head to our favorite stomping grounds.
With that he turned to the south and began the long trek to Ko-Koro.
If i remember correctly there is a tunnel that leads from Po-koro to Ko-koro. Kive-phu may not like tunnels but she will deal with it.
OOC: Tivanu to Ko-Koro
Posted Apr 17 2013 - 12:10 PM
IC: "That would be me," Tera said as she walked into Zieta's room. "Come on."
[color=#008000;]OOH Good quick-timing Tera.[/color]
IC: Ronah nodded, writing something down. "You first," she said as she pointed to Mayhaka. "Follow me." Ronah opened the door to a smaller room, leaving Texin to guard the others. Even besides him, they were in the middle of Guard headquarters. Trying to escape would not be fruitful.
"WELCOME TO THE HEAVYWEIGHT BOUT BETWEEN STERLING'S FACE... AND EVERYTHING ELSE!"
Posted Apr 17 2013 - 01:24 PM
Posted Apr 17 2013 - 01:41 PM
[color=#0000ff;]Zieta nodded and got up from he bed, following Tera down the hall way. She turned to Quert and smiled. "Thanks, once again" she smiled.[/color]
Posted Apr 17 2013 - 02:13 PM
OOC: And he's back, probably, to a NPC. IC(Quert): Quert smiled at Zieta. "Just don't come back here again. I hate to see repeat offenders." IC(Roase): pss-uh pss-uh
The repeated sound of wood pounding, and pulling away, from a pile of sand was music for Roase. He giggled softly, as he jabbed the sand again with his cane and pulled away, only to jab once again.
He stood on the edge of a busy street. Sometimes somebody would push him out of the way. Sometimes he would be given a few coins. But he was ignored most of the time. It didn't bother Roase at all. No, his mind only worried about the now, and the sand pile in his path.
He twisted his face in thought about the sand pile, trying to decide what could he do with it, what was it, why was it there, who put it there, but all he knew was that jabbing it pleased him quite a lot.
He coughed violently into his arm, wheezed, and coughed again. He leaned into the building next to him, and sat down against it, stretching his legs into the road. He grasped his old cane and laid it across his tattered clothes, as he laid back against the building. "Sleep is nice. Sleep is very nice." he giggled to himself. He closed his aged eyes, and slowly nodded off into a restless sleep, the dreams of a life long past coming to haunt him.
Posted Apr 17 2013 - 07:46 PM
"glad to hear it!" he said cheerfully. "The Ko-matoran was last seen in the crevices of some sort of crazy rock formations south of Po-Koro. it's a pretty dangerous place, from what I've heard, but what could go wrong?"
Crazy rock formations indeed. Jagged spires of stone rose into the sky, piercing the stark blue sky with an earthen brown and tan. Small traces of gold flecked the surface of a few unique pieces. Each individual spire looked as if they could collapse at any moment, their misshapen builds jutting out from precariously stacked boulders. Beneath and between them, a rocky crevice tore through the Earth, like a gaping mouth waiting for it's next victim to fall inside and never come out. And despite all this, several Po-matoran came and went, climbing the dangerous formations. Terilis shook his head in astonishment. How could these beings so bravely risk their lives only to carve a statue?
"Ick," He said as coolant fluids were released on his organic parts.
Posted Apr 18 2013 - 11:10 AM
-IC: Araedrex Tenebras-
[color=#b22222;]As he strode through the streets of Po-Koro, blending with the bustling crowds that hurried to and fro as the sun rose, tinting the skies with the pinks, reds, and oranges of dawn, Araedrex found himself nearly stepping on an ancient Vortixx sleeping blissfully on the street. Pausing, Araedrex crouched down, so that he reached the eye level of the sleeping Vortixx, and, with a snap of his fingers, Araedrex attempted to wake him. The Vortixx would be greeted with a most frightening sight, the glowing eyes of the Firestorm King, incadescent, and yet heartless, focused intensely on [/color][color=#ff0000;]Roase[/color][color=#b22222;].[/color]
Posted Apr 18 2013 - 11:45 AM
Roase's ancient eyes opened, although it was nearly impossible to tell with his aged face at night. He quivered as he sat, looking back into the pair of strange eyes. He wasn't scared by eyes, exactly, but by the sudden appearance of the eyes.
"Spare a coin?" Roase muttered, his voice cracking as he lifted his bony palm upwards.
Posted Apr 18 2013 - 01:59 PM
Posted Apr 18 2013 - 06:39 PM
-IC: Araedrex Tenebras-
[color=#b22222;]"[/color]Perhaps.[color=#b22222;]"Araedrex's voice was as detatched and inexpressive as ever, sharply contrasting with his insane words. "[/color]Though I would ask you for help. One does not buy a village, one conquers it,[color=#b22222;]" Araedrex's gaze began to wander, his interest waning.[/color]
[color=#b22222;]"[/color]Perchance we could continue this discussion, while I purchase the aforementioned nutrition.[color=#b22222;]" His words, flat and staid, were presented not in the form of a question, but as a statement. [/color]
Posted Apr 18 2013 - 08:05 PM
[color=rgb(0,100,0);]A cracked and chipped smile graces my face as I gulp down the spirits. Years of training have allowed me to tell exactly how the drink will taste, even before it touches my tongue; that is, terrible. Watered down, low-grade swill which I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. A far cry from the whiskies and ales of the Rama Hive, which were the nectar of the Drunkardville, in my humble opinion.[/color]
[color=rgb(0,100,0);]Still, it's alcohol; thus, it's good enough for me. I think I may have an addiction to the stuff. I do drink it regularly, alone, in broad daylight, with absolutely no motive for the act other than the compulsive desire.[/color]
[color=rgb(0,100,0);]On the other hand, that does describe the vast majority of this island, so I think I'm pretty safe.[/color]
[color=rgb(0,100,0);]"Y'know, Tellus," I say, taking another swig of my drink, "I don't think anyone knows anything 'bout anyone else on this ship. Have you noticed that?"[/color]
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