Bzprpg - Onu-Wahi

[otter]

IC-Raxa:

 

"I figured, judging by the seeming inability to heal your wounds to a fully-healed state I saw," Raxa said, quietly. "Poisons can do that. Now, if I knew the poison, it wouldn't be hard for me to set together an antidote-I'm one of those assassins who never wants his own poisons used against him." He shrugged, slightly. "But figuring it out doesn't seem that likely, judging by the fact that he was likely smart enough to use a large cocktail of poisons, to ensure that we couldn't fix it." Raxa frowned, slightly, as he thought.

 

Onyx was, certainly, prepared for whatever might have happened to him. That much was obvious. The fact, though, that he would be willing to give his own life to end that of his enemy...that wasn't just a normal case of revenge. That was pathological. He seemed like one of those people who could never lose. And, again, Raxa drew a parallel. He would be just as willing to let himself be killed if it meant that his enemy was killed, that his job was fulfilled, even today, likely. A parallel between Hound and Onyx, and possibly Raxa himself, if current trends continued: they all liked to gather people to aid them in their quest.

 

More similarities could yet be found. And yet, differences, as well. Hound...he did care about his followers, somewhat. Onyx, however, treated them completely like tools. And Raxa, meanwhile, had been recently attempting to help Sinina, to break her from the mould that Onyx had fit her in to. Raxa had helped to get Sinina out of trouble, and, hopefully, on her feet. Of course, Crystalia was nothing but a tool to him, though who knows. He might actually come to view her as a friend as well.

 

However, of those three that he had gathered, Mirehu was still with him, while Sinina was somewhere he didn't know for sure, and Crystalia was off doing something for him. And the first two he hadn't gathered for help with a job, or anything like that, but rather as simple friends...Well, with the first. Maybe not with Sinina. And now it seemed that, now that he had gathered friends to follow him, the friend he'd been following behind was dying. Poetic, in a way.

 

"But if you die, who's gonna take care of your sorry lot?" Raxa asked, a hint of his joking smile back. "Because I don't trust Hajia and Gravity not to spend their entire days in bed, Kirian is still Kirian, Gahuari is a young Matoran who still needs a bit of outwardly shown love-despite any martial prowess she might have-than I trust Kirian to give, and I don't even know where Tirus went, but he'll probably get lonely. You gonna try dumping all of them on me?"

[25K Now!]

IC: [Ashiem]

 

Ashiem nodded to her employer, and took the items.

[Eyru]

IC (Caerus)

 

The poet chuckled and raised a hand in mock humility. “My dear, you flatter me. I'm simply a man who enjoys learning.”

 

He took another sip of his drink, then raised his eyebrows inquiringly. “For example, I would be quite interested in learning of the plan that makes you so confident, you can brush off the death of thousands with barely a wink of those beautiful eyes.”

 

He mulled this over a moment longer before continuing. “I would also learn the purpose of your visit. Since when did the merchant queen honour a poet with her presence for the sole purpose of friendly conversation?”

 

His calculating eyes met her deadly ones, sharp and cold.

 

“The power that makes you so confident must be based on a terribly exciting secret.” He chuckled, running a finger around the rim of his glass. "And, as you know, I do love secrets."

[EmperorWhenua]

Ic: "The secret I have is for your eyes and ears alone," Aurelia said discreetly. "Is there a better place to discuss my plans?" she asked."There's a room in the back the bartender will let us use if I ask nicely," Caerus replied.

 

"Please, do so."

 

Caerus rose from his seat and approached the bartender. Aurelia could only hear the muffled talk between the two Matoran as Caerus asked nicely; she only sipped at her ale. A gentle tap on her shoulder tugged her in Caerus' footsteps and a moment later they were in a confined room with no windows and a smaller table with a couple stools about it. Racks of wares and goods were on the walls; this was clearly a break room and a dry storage closet. "Sit," Caerus said quietly and meekly though his eyes betrayed his innocence, hinting at a lust for the information Aurelia held from him.

 

Aurelia sat and it seemed as if their arrangement had not changed from the previous table, though the chairs were less comfy and the writing implements were bundled on the table instead of splayed out for artistry. "Caerus," she began, comfortable enough to use that name in two's company, "what would you say if I told you there was no such thing as Mata Nui, and that there existed a plot to destroy culture as we know it and remake it?"

 

She took a giant leap with one simple sentence, and in her mind, much like Ambages was doing in Po-Koro at about the same time, she imagined pulling her cruciform dagger from her cleavage and taking Caerus' life at the hint of a wrong answer. Secrecy for the Peers was of paramount concern, but a more direct path was deserved by Caerus -- this was no mere carver who needed convincing. It was either a hit or a miss, and if a miss, the target can to be dissolved before anyone could realize the faulty aim.

[Eyru]

IC (Caerus)

 

The Matoran was silent for a moment, digesting this question, searching his vast internal library for the answer to Aurelia's question. Then he looked her in the eye, and smiled.

 

“Two questions, Aurelia, deserve two answers.”

 

He paused. “The first is easy enough. There is no evidence for Mata Nui; none that I have come across, at least. If there is no concrete information... then he cannot exist.”

 

“Of course,” he continued. “Something could exist without concrete proof; it just means that its secrets are kept well hidden. But I am predisposed to doubt a god who refuses to provide evidence for his many followers. If he is false, then he is false. If he is true, then he is useless.”

 

“The second is... shall we say, more interesting. I cannot say this particular piece of knowledge has crossed my path before. If you were to tell me that you knew of a plot to destroy our culture...”

 

His eyes gleamed. “Then my answer would be to tell me more.”

[EmperorWhenua]

Ic: Aurelia's mind eased slightly at the fact that Caerus shared her views of the Great Spirit, albeit in his own analytical way. But she still had not delivered the note and had not decided to induct Caerus into the order yet. But she would soon find out if he was the right fit. "More can be revealed in its time," she said, holding a hand up to keep Caerus' interests temporarily at bay. Aurelia still imagined her fingers tugging at the weapon in her armor and plunging its point into her counterpart's neck. Just one more question...

 

"But I do like that answer," she said with a clever smile and leaned closer to Caerus' face. "Another question: What if I told you there was a group of people, powerful people, who were dedicated to carrying this plan out?" she asked in a careful and low tone, menacingly devious.

Edited December 19, 2012 by Littlefinger

[Eyru]

IC (Caerus)

 

“I would be impressed,” the poet replied. “That they could keep this mission a secret from me.”

 

This wasn't hubris: it was fact. With a network of spies that worked in every Koro, and a vast collection of history texts and reports and secret documents, there was little the Caerus did not know, or could not find out if he so chose. The fact that there was a group of powerful people dedicated to eradicating Mata Nui's culture was, in fact, news to him, and that was unexpected and rare.

 

“I would also be curious as to their motives -after all, who makes the goal of destroying the culture of an entire civilization? It is too cultured a scheme for a madman, but too destructive and chaotic a goal for most of the powerful people I can think of off the top of my head.”

 

“You, for example,” he continued. “You are powerful and wealthy. If you were a part of this group, then what would motivate you to attack an entire culture? What gain would you hope for, were this your scheme?”

[EmperorWhenua]

Ic: Aurelia's smile twitched at the corners of her mouth with satisfaction that she indeed posessed the one thing Caerus had never been able to know on his own. It was the knowledge that she and Ambages had successfully held their pet project so close that not even the knowledge barons could know the truth that indicated the power and intellect she was a part of. It gave her pride in a job well done, a plan well executed.

 

"If I were a member of such an organization," she said, leaning back and giving a timeless storytelling aura about herself as if regaling a child with an imaginary fairy tale, "I would be motivated by the wisdom that nothing good has come from the society we live in. People work and live, but many die and the god they all claim to serve is nowhere to be found, leaving everyone in darkness of their own making. I would want to destroy what is broken so that I could mold it the way it should be: Secular and honoring truth over honor and superstition."

 

She gestured with her hand as if painting on a broad canvas. "I see this island and all I see are broken machines, mines of souls hankering for a better life and falling to their decrepit natures, too confined by the supposed virtues they cling to simply to worship a token deity. What a better, kinder even, world it would be if people saw the gods as men and women, gods themselves, instead of a god none has seen, let alone felt, in thousands of years?

 

"If I were a member of such an organization, I would do it to fix what is broken..." She laughed quietly but animatedly as she said, "And I would be kidding if I didn't say the power to rule as kings and queens when it is all finished isn't a plus."

[Dual Cee]

IC Vohkon

 

"Ah" he said "The underground city of Onu-Koro finally, now I'll be able to find my friend." He said as they entered Onu-Koro

[Simulacrum]

IC: Hound and Company, Onu-Koro

"Tirus and Kirian have already decided on the paths they will take, thus leaving you, Raxa, Hajia, and Gravity." Hound said, his primordial voice as eeriely calm as always. "I do not wish to tell you what to do, I only want for you to prepare yourselves for the unavoidable. I have no doubt that you have several things to tend to Raxa, and most certainly, you and your new friend will soon be experience more adventures, events both soul-consuming and uplifting. You need less guidance than even Tirus, the purposed smith, less communication than Kirian, the silent hunter, yet you feel that you need to keep this band of weary travelers on their bruised feet. Their troubled guide has finally tired, I think it is time they were allowed to find a place of residence, a settlement, a place to rest their fatigued bodies.""Our company, from the oldest member, to the newest, I pray, will disband, and its members will find the peace that comes with rest." Pausing, Hound's frown softened. "Alas, we are adventurers. Perhaps I shall prey for a peaceful living style, eh? That might be a more plausible and understable request to any gods we care to pray to."

[otter]

IC-Raxa:

 

"Some people were made to lead, some to follow," Raxa quietly said in reply. "Others grow into either mold, and it can take more than their leader dying to pull them out of it." The Toa of Crystal shrugged, slightly. "Others will refuse to rest, and I know I fit into that last, and after what you've pulled us all through, I can tell that the want to adventure, to travel, battle, to truly live, will not leave any this party-it will only wait for the right moment to pull them back to their old life."

 

His joking grin fell to a short smile, and in the space of a breath, to the same frown that Hound wore now. To think that now this man's first journey had ended, when he'd only just started Raxa on his. It was almost poetic, and it was obvious that the student couldn't continue with his mentor still there to guide him-why, Raxa had already been moving about, solving and starting problems of his own while Hound lay in a hospital bed.

 

"Just know, Hound, that I doubt even you, the dying man, will escape curiosity's grasp-that which pulls us along to our adventures. While this last might have been fueled by rage and revenge, if curiosity hadn't been there, you wouldn't have nearly gone to the lengths you did to try and guide us as well as yourself. And another journey is only just starting for you. After all, we're the men who don't fit in. The ones who always crave the strange and new, eh?"

Edited December 19, 2012 by The Otter

[Simulacrum]

IC: Hound and Company, Onu-Koro

 

"The journey of death, that is all. Danse macabre, the finale, the climax. You, you may have just finished the overture, but the song of my life has ended. I think it is better this way. If some form of spirtual paradise exists, and, by some bizarre chance, I am allowed to enter, I may see beings I have missed more than I believed possible. No, I'm afraid no more earthly adventures for me, for being restrained to my bed is a fate I am more than happy to accept."Pausing from his repartee with Raxa, Hound looked to Hajia. The Ga-Toa was silent, her eyes distant. Thinking, most likely. The first lesson I tought her was to consider the future whenever a new element has been introduced, so that you may modify your previous plans. Hound thought, smiling mentally. "Hajia." He said softly, his voice and manner that of a father, quietly attempting to wake his daughter from her sleep.

 

"Yes?" Hajia said, suddenly focusing, her eyes widening as she wringed her hands together.

"Kirian and Tirus have already recieved their messages of parting, are you ready to recieve yours?" Hound asked. "I would like to tell you privately..." He said quietly, after the Ga-Toa nodded in confirmation.

Edited December 21, 2012 by Giant of Lannister

[Franco]

IC: Ashiem: Take the book given to you at the front desk. Take an Ussal to Le-Koro and locate a musician De-Toa named 'Mussiki' there. Deliver it to him. You may take a day off before return to the Horseman Company building.

 

Thanks,

Kultos :3

[25K Now!]

IC: [Ashiem]

 

Ashiem nodded, before heading to the front desk and requesting the book from the pretty receptionist.

[Eyru]

IC (Caerus)

 

The poet listened wide-eyed like a child, absorbing everything Aurelia said, the threads of her tale weaving themselves into an enchanting image: a gathering of strong kings and beautiful queens ruling over a perfect, peaceful land.

 

“An enthralling story,” he said at last. “If only it were real.”

 

He yawned theatrically. “Such a pity there's no one on this island strong, wealthy, or clever enough to bring this tale to life. Someone, say, like a merchant queen with the beauty to stun a Kane-Ra and the wit to slice stone. Ah well, but there's no one like that, so I suppose we'll have to make do with this dreary island."

 

He glanced impishly at Aurelia. "Unless you happen to know someone?"

[EmperorWhenua]

Ic: "I know someone in this up to their crown," Aurelia said with a devious grin on her face. "And despite your awareness, this has been going on for seven. Hundred. Years."

 

She let that fact sink into Caerus' mind for a moment. "I have but a couple questions for you, Caerus," she said, leaning forward again, "and you can go back to your poetry and gathering. This plot was fomented by atheists to do the impossible. We could use a man as intelligent and capable as yourself. Do you empathize, and if you do... would you like to be a part of it?"

[Eyru]

IC (Caerus)

 

Caerus' expression slowly transformed from one of mischief to one of disbelief. He couldn't hide his obvious dismay at being kept out of such a delightful secret for so, so long. Aurelia relished the look on his face; it was one that most didn't get to see.

 

“Well,” he said huskily. “That is... most impressive.”

 

“But more impressive than your secret,” he continued, swiftly regaining his composure. “Is how perfectly you have read my mind.”

 

He smiled. “You flatter me again, Aurelia, but you seem to know me too well. Me, the one who knows everything, has been outwitted in the area I thought I knew best.”

 

“How could I refuse something like this? The opportunity to create, to rule... and to destroy.” He licked his lips. “You offer me the chance to kill a god, and forge a new image for this island to worship. The chance to write the story of a lifetime...”

 

A long pause. “Besides... You have used my love of secrecy against me. This room is unobserved. We are alone, unsupervised, and I have no doubt you would kill for your seven hundred year-old secret. I have no choice, do I?”

 

He grinned, the devious sparkle back in his eye. “But even if I did, you can rest assured there is no chance of a lonely poet ever refusing the offer you have extended.”

[EmperorWhenua]

Ic: "Well then," Aurelia said, her grin unfolding to a broad smile, "I suppose I should give you this now." Pulling a flax sheet of rolled parchment from her sleeve she passed it to Caerus. It was sealed in a button of gold. "Open this note tomorrow at about this hour. It contains the information needed to find the place of our next meeting. But do not open it until then."

 

The electress arose from her seat and Caerus did so, too. "It goes without saying that this remains a secret between you and I." Caerus motioned as if zipping his lips closed and Aurelia extended her knuckles to the poet, who elegantly took them in his hands and delicately kissed them. "I will see you soon, Caerus," she said before stepping out of the room and placing the empty horn of ale on the counter with a silver widget in it and fled the building.

 

She retreated to her cavernous mansion, her escort of lancers following her to her hall like ants marching lockstep behind their queen.

 

 

Aurelia's home was sparser than it was before, many decorations still missing from their mounts and the table remaining austere, devoid of anything but the candlesticks and overturned dishes. Still, it was her home. She quietly moved up her wide steps to her apartment and closed the door to her room. There she would rest for the night and leave to Po-Wahi the next day, whenever Caerus began his journey.

[Geardirector]

IC: Whorok

 

"You're on your own from here, I need to get back to work" Whorok irked as he parted with Vohkon and went toward the miner's district.

 

OOC: Open for interaction

[Dual Cee]

IC Vohkon

 

Before he realised it he was left alone. The poor Skadi sat down in misery.

 

OOC Open for interaction.

[25K Now!]

IC: [uyism]

 

Uyism continued to stare at random people on the street in her guard duties.

 

OOC: Uyism open for interaction.

[Dual Cee]

IC Vohkon (to Uyism)

 

"Have you seen a Air Toa and a Fire Skadi pass by?" He asked the Guard member. "Oh and by the way, that tunnel collapsed while we were attacked by some Kofo-Jaga" He said while pointing towards the tunnel he'd just left.

[otter]

IC-Dendron:

 

Tap. Tap. Tap.

 

Okay, stone on the bottom. That's alright, it just means there's a ground here.

 

Tap. Tap. Tap.

 

Stone on the right side. Fair enough-could just be up against a wall, after all.

 

Tap. Tap. Tap.

 

Stone on the left side. Very small room, nothing to worry about, though, probably just some sort of passage. He could still breathe, after all.

 

Tap. Tap. Tap.

 

Stone on the top. Locked in, trapped, no plants near, small airholes probably at the bottom of whatever container he was in. It looks like, after he was captured by those Skakdi, he was shipped express-mail style.

 

"You have got to be kidding me."

[sunflower]

IC: Gravity [Onu-Koro Hospital]

 

I blinked. And blinked again. I was seriously having a hard time processing it. My head started to hurt. Like, really hurt. As in, oooooowwwww. I knew the feeling, but I couldn't pass out now. I focused, and suppressed the momories trying to break free. Now wasn't the time.

But my body didn't seem to understand that. I didn't say anything, but stayed focused on the massive being infront of me.

[25K Now!]

IC: [uyism]

 

Uyism stared, and shook her head.

[Eyru]

IC (Caerus)

 

Caerus followed Aurelia out of the back room; she left while he sat back down at his table.

 

His half-full glass of liquor still sat, untouched, at the table's edge, as did his quill and pot of ink. He did not touch any of them, but instead pulled a piece of folded parchment out of his pocket, smoothing it flat on the table.

 

It was the poem he had written earlier. Each line, were one to look closely, had another meaning.

 

So quickly lifted up

So swiftly fallen down

 

These two lines referred to the rise and fall of Aurelia, queen of Xa-Koro. Her kingdom had risen almost as swiftly as it had fallen; consumed, his sources said, by the sea itself, all its evil washing away into the depths of the ocean.

 

The merchant queen shall sup

In gloomy miners' town

 

These lines contained invaluable information: Aurelia was eating alone in Onu-Koro. She rarely travelled, and did not usually flaunt her presence unless it was necessary, and especially not if she was travelling alone. This single note, in the right hands, could have given a competitor all the information he needed to send an assassin after the merchant queen.

 

The poet picked up his pen, dipped it in the ink, and gently scratched out the last two lines before scribbling a replacement.

 

The queen shall meet a rhyming pup

And offer him a crown

 

He left the bar not long after, pen and pot stowed away in his pocket. As he stood up and walked away, he deliberately knocked the glass of liquor onto the parchment. The ink ran, all discernible traces of the message immediately washed away.

 

The drink might have been poisoned in his brief absence; it was better not to risk it. As for the note? With it destroyed, no one would ever know what had transpired in that back room, save the two Matoran. They alone, in possession of that dangerous knowledge, were equals. They alone, knowing such a secret, were peers.

[EmperorWhenua]

Ic: Aurelia lay on her bed, still fluffy and soft as she remembered it last. It comforted her to know that some things don't change...

 

But then, nothing changed unless force was put on it, right? She was a force in the universe, and if she didn't do her work then things wouldn't change as drastically as she wanted them to. But at least she could depend on one thing to remain the same: Her bed.

 

Her mind bounced back and forth in this roundabout manner, imagining her doing great things, terrible things, but it only served to keep her awake. Finally, she shut those thoughts out and calmed herself and fell to sleep...

 

Tomorrow would be a new day filled with a new adventure. The Peers would be in full power once more.

[Eyru]

IC (Caerus)

 

The next day dawned with no change in the appearance of the village of earth. Onu-Koro, being entirely underground, did not divine time by the passing of the sun and moon. Instead, hourglasses and more complex machines were used to calculate the time, for one could wake at noon or midnight and not know the difference between the two.

 

Caerus had lived most of his life underground, and so these artificial timepieces were as natural to him as breathing. Not only that, but one could almost feel the time passing. There was a difference, the poet had always felt, between even late night and early morning. A different atmosphere.

 

So as the Ussal-drawn cab pulled out of Onu-Koro, the poet and the driver its only passengers, Caerus didn't have to look at a timepiece to know that it was early afternoon. The journey to Po-Koro would take a few hours; he would dine in the desert village, and then... well, he didn't know exactly what would happen after that.

 

All he knew was that something awaited him in the Po-Wahi Quarry, a landmark that was famous even among the other Matroan, not just Po-Korans. But what was it? What would happen there? The lack of information bothered him, as it always did, awakening his curiousity. He hated not knowing. Anything could happen. All he had was his faith in Aurelia's word, and even that was not entirely trustworthy. Caerus had come to believe that no promise was faultless; every piece of information, every action, every scrap of knowledge could be bought for the right price.

 

But none of these were the reason for the knife he carried inside his jacket.

 

 

OOC Caerus to Po-Wahi.

[EmperorWhenua]

Ic: Aurelia spent the morning gazing out of her window into Onu-Koro, taking in the familiar earthy smell that permeated the city. The sounds of labor went on incessantly, and though quieted in her room they could still be heard and felt if she paid attention.

 

In the early afternoon hours a peck at her walls made her look about more diligently. There -- in one of the darker parts of the town but in view from her place, was the signal: A red lightstone flashed thrice. in rapid succession. Caerus was leaving.

 

The elctress' party was waiting for her already and she quickly climbed into her ornate golden carriage. A matured ussal tugged it out of her garage and into the Onu-Po Highway network. Though she, too, intended to visit Po-Koro before the meeting, she had not intention to dine there. She had a pre-meeting to attend first.

 

Ooc: Aurelia and her escort to Po-Wahi.

[25K Now!]

IC: [Ashiem]

 

Having managed to obtain the required book from the receptionist, Ashiem had spent her last five minutes sitting on a street curb, waiting for an Ussal to pass by. It was a rather boring situation, especially seeing that everything felt so monotonous, so the young Toa decided to pass the time by counting every red-armoured being that passed by.

 

The current count was three; beings with red armour were rare in the village of earth.

 

"So, you require my services once more?" asked an amused voice.

 

Ashiem blinked in surprise, before turning to see the same taxi driver from her previous trip to Le-Koro. It was surprising, seeing him again, especially in such a situation.

 

"Why are you here again?" she asked, getting onto the taxi. "Not that I'm protesting, but isn't it strange that you're the one giving me a ride again?"

 

"Coincidence," he replied with a smile. "So, where to?"

 

"Le-koro, again," said the young Toa. "And I'm pretty sure this isn't coincidental."

 

There was no reply from the taxi driver, who merely smiled and let the Ussal carry them along the road, towards the Highway and the village of air.

 

OOC: Ashiem to Le-wahi.

[Relapse]

IC. Onu-Koro Banquet.Three days before.He hadn't wasted a second in his conference. He and his ten supporters had gone through, spoken their part, and left. It seemed as though he had the support of the rest of the politicians. They had agreed that a council of thirty would be the best choice. While there had been a bit of a council before, the thirty men had not truly been the council Kyju and his small party of followers had invisioned and now displayed to his peers. They had merely been politicians more influential, more powerful than the rest. Now, the voting had gone and the members had been chosen. Each man in this council had a purpose. Each member had a specific position, but they were split into sects. The first was titled the Guadroanse, and it was a bit of a background sect. It was made up of fifteen of the thirty council members, and was made up mostly of Matoran and your occasional Toa. They were in charge of review, reading between the lines and making sure nothing was hidden or double-sided in laws that were passed. It was named Guadroanse for its purpose- 'guad' meaning 'many' and 'roan' roughly meaning 'power.' The power of many. And true, while it did have numbers on the other two sects, it didn't hold a candle to their power.Secondly, there was the Karhonarose, which was composed of more Toa and less Matoran. There were exactly ten of them, and they were much less public than the first sect. They had jurisdiction over small parts of the military and could create laws to be reviewed and approved by the Guadroanse. Their name was derived from Karhonar, a word close to meaning "behind the scenes." This, however, wasn't as appropriate as it would've been for the third sect.This sect had no name. They numbered five, but only one was publicly know: Kyju Xo'Rexin. Even Kyju himself merely knew of Gyn and Raxa. The other two were known as R and K, never showed up to meetings, but sent Matoran messengers to speak for them. They were elected for the various things they had done, as that was all that was known about them. They felt it was safe to let two completely unknown and anonymous members into the sect if it was balanced out by the others, though for their secrecy they sacrificed a portion of control. After all, the government couldn't take too many risks. At the top of this was Whenua, who was unfortunately absent. However, Kyju didn't see him as a hurdle. The only obstacles were the R and K. And he just may have been able to figure out who they were...Present.What had Kyju done the very first day? He'd thrown a banquet. A banquet for the four other first sect members, the Karhonarose and the Guadroanse. Including him, twenty-eight men showed up. He knew before he was told which members did not appear. This didn't trouble him too much, however...he could still make something out of the night. The council was given punch to drink, and rich food to eat. He was rather fond of this technique. Onu-Koroans were very fond of their wine, after all, and were in a daze by the middle of the banquet. That's when he began pressing points. He used hypnotic language, seeding points into their minds, which grew into trees of logic under the rain and sun Kyju provided."...so if we cut back on housing, we can increase taxes on medical bills and market-""OKAY, STOP."All heads turned to the back of the room, where a Turaga stood. He had never been to any of the meetings. In fact, Kyju didn't recognize his face. The nameless Turaga walked to the front of the room, onto the stage, and stood beside Kyju."I hope you realize what you're doing, council," the elderly being said of them, "cutting back on housing? That's destroying homes for the purpose of business and another darn hospital, which, by the way, we have a surplus of. How do you explain these actions?"Kyju smiled. It was time to display his prowess in this area."We have invested on more convenient housing compounds for the displaced. In fact, these compounds would be more desirable-""Tell me, Kyju. Have you ever lived in a house? That's the darn most desirable place to live. These people don't want to move from the houses they've lived in all of their lives.""Now, Turaga-""Listen to me, serpent," there was a gasp throughout the audience as the slur resonated in the building. Most had found it quite improper to insult Kyju of his species, "Maybe you lizards lived under rocks for your entire life," this man obviously didn't find it improper in this circumstance, "but we prefer the places where we spent our tender years, and made memories, and grew up." Kyju frowned. This gritty politician was obviously bent towards an everything-goes mentality. Unfortunately, that was something Kyju could not afford to slip into."I am truly sorry, sir, but this is mandatory. It is hard to train officers when we don't have enough money to pay for their medical treatment. Please understand-""I will understand nothing of this. We will vote.""So be it," an official said, "all those in favor of stopping Mr. Xo'Rexin's proposition?"Seven people. After the vote for those in favor of continuing the proposition was cast, it was realized just how much control Kyju had over the council. The Turaga, who he would later learn was the illusive R, walked off stage with a scowl. "Now, for my finale..." he looked to his fellow first sect member, Gyn, and both nodded, "...we are going to begin turning Onu-Koro into a military-based city. At first, merely small changes will occur. We will add border guards and stations at each entrance to the village. Gradually, we will have a full patrol. Eventually, we will do more...serious things. Investigation work will be more intense. However, this will contribute to a more safe society.""All in favor? All against?" The official said.Seventeen for, and thirteen against. Onu-Koro was going to be shaped to Kyju's ideals. He smiled, his reptilian teeth gleaming. Who could've known that Onu-Koro would he revolutionized by one of the most vile men on the island? A corrupt heart- if he had one -beat faster and faster. He has achieved true success. And now, almost no one could stop him. Almost immediately, the news hit the press. Tablets were carved hurriedly. The city was happy, most satisfied in their newfound safety. There was some dissent, but that could be handled. For the most part, a safer Onu-Koro was what they wanted.Unfortunately, that was the exact opposite of what they were going to get.

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IC-Raxa:

 

"You've got to be kidding me. A banquet? Militarization?" Raxa asked, shaking his head, sitting in his room in his small hotel-house, Mirehu sitting near him, reading a book. He set down the tablet, rolling his eyes. Now for the most shocking part of it all.

 

"Me, a politician? Something's either going seriously right or seriously wrong. Mirehu, dear, we're rich again. Well, maybe not again, more like doubly so, but still."

[Franco]

IC: "No, ve aren't," A voice said, filling the darkness with murmured echoes. "It's time to ask some kveschuns."

 

OOC: Gyn post coming soon.

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IC-Dendron:

 

So, he was definitely trapped, by what could only be considered a hostile force, possibly Makuta aligned...possibly not. He wasn't going to start making bets.

 

"Alright. What's your name? Are you having a good day? Can I have a cheeseburger?" A pause.

 

"Wait, you probably meant that you were going to ask me questions, didn't you? Sorry, it's been a while since I was interrogated in a small stone box. Please, continue."

[Snelly]

IC: Darien - Kofo-Jaga Nest – Onu-Wahi -

 

 

“Thank the Great Spirit you’re safe!” Wokiya cried, her voice bouncing rapidly off the walls of this cave.

Darien looked Wokapu up and down and got a good look at him as he entered the cave. So this was Wokiya's brother.

“I… can’t even fathom how this happened,” Lekori said as he took three steps towards the two siblings, he then turned around and motioned Darien to step forward. “Wokapu, Darien here is the one who saved your sister’s life”

Lekori then looked up at the Toa of Plantlife, and then looked at Wokapu, “Darien, this is Wokapu – former leader of the Cultured Gentry and soon-to-be hero. He’s also a good friend of mine”

Darien raised up arm and offered his right hand to Wokapu. "It is good to finally meet you in person. Your sister has said much about you." Darien wasn't sure what to make of Wokapu just yet, as he was never too quick to judge a person until he got to know them a bit, for good or ill. But of course if Wokiya trusted him then Darien felt he could as well. It was her brother after all.

[sunflower]

IC: Mirehu

 

The Toa of Crystal glanced up from the book she was reading. One of the things she found that wasn't on the islets were books. Actual bound volumes that contained an unimaginable amount of knowladge, most of it Mirehu didn't even know existant before she picked one of them up to read. As such, she decided to try and read every book that she found. This was her fourth already.

 

The black-armored Toa sighed, placing the book flat to save her page, before slidding up next to Raxa. She wrapped her arms around him, her blue eyes staring up at him. "But is that really that bad?"

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IC-Raxa:

 

"Yes, because I'm a politician. That means that now I'm getting paid, officially, to be a lying, stealing, scheming rat." He shrugged, setting down the tablet and wrapping his arms around Mirehu as well.

 

"That just takes all the fun out of it."

[sunflower]

IC: Mirehu

 

"Aaaawwww... that's terrible," the Toa of Crystal replied with almost mock concern, resting her head up against him. "What are you ever going to do now?"

[Relapse]

EDIT: OOC: Ignore this.

Edited December 24, 2012 by Relapse

[otter]

OOC: Uh, bro. Raxa and Mirehu are at Raxa's house, having just read a tablet. Not at the banquet. I specifically said that. So, uh, I'm just going to ignore that post.

 

IC-Raxa:

 

"Vacation in Ta-Wahi for the rest of my life, of course. I thought that was obvious."