IC- Verak - Ko-Koro
Verak suppressed a gulp as he followed Kethrye and the rest of the Toa heroes out of the sanctum towards the worst possible place to go- the guard headquarters.
Verak had been swept up in the wrong kind of adventure- the one with the Good Guys. All this rule following, boring negotiations to get warrants and permission and backup; Verak hated it. He would probably be openly protesting if he wasn't so scared he'd be recognized.
Scared. Verak realized he was scared. He was scared of being seen, scared of being executed, scared of the entire guard bearing down on him for what he had done. It was a pretty justified fear. Verak had only barely escaped the guard last time, and that had involved a Kahu he had owned (or was it stolen?) and a lot of luck. This time he didn't trust things to go so well.
His mind flashed back into the past, memories playing across the inside of Verak's eyes. Him smashing through spindly trees as he fled from guards, moving impossibly fast down the slope, only barely leaping over logs and rocks. A few blasts of ice had missed him, by inches- he still vividly remembered the chill he had felt. He had been moving so fast, he had felt like he was flying through the forest. Soon he had broken free of the trees, moving at impossible speeds down the slope, only barely keeping up with his feet.
He remembered the shouts of the guards, their frustration at Verak's ability to keep his footing. He remembered coming to the edge of a sheer cliff, and jumping off to the guard's irk. He remembered the white law enforcers running to the edge of the cliff, eager to see the criminal they were pursing fail.
He remembered landing on his Kahu and soaring away, leaving nothing but two trails of green energy from his bird's wings.
He remembered loving every second of it.
He remembered the thrill of only barely dodging trees and logs, he remembered the thrill of running so fast you couldn't even slow yourself down, he remembered the wind and the too fast to process sensations. He happiness at the guard's anger, the surge of enjoyment as he flew away on that Kahu, leaving them in the dust.
Oh, lord, what had happened to him?
Didn't he want to experience that again? Why did he want to avoid such a situation? That was awesome! Had he forgotten what had happened?
The answer was yes. Yes he had. Verak didn't use his memory much. He rarely thought back to past events, preferring to live in the now. Of course, he did recall things when he needed too, but never paused to question himself. Verak didn't look back. He hadn't really considered that memory. He had been too caught up in his fear of going to Ko-Koro to remember what he was really afraid of.
He had been scared. And that was a terrible feeling- no more.
He was going to have fun again. No more scared. No more worried. Time to risk jail in Ko-Koro- he risked it everywhere else, didn't he?
Suddenly, Verak's entire demeanor changed. Instead of sulkily hiding behind guards, he popped into action, his face lighting up, almost skipping with carefree excitement. He followed Matoro and Kethrye with enthusiasm, winking to the pretty Ko-Matoran villager passing by.
He listened to Kethrye's words about the Cultured Gentry and their owning of Ko-Koro- to be honest, he didn't really care much. He didn't know a lot about that stupid rich Matoran's vanity club, but as long as Kethrye was accusing someone of trying to take down the island, he was in.
He rubbed his hands together, already anticipating the chase the guards would give him.
OOCSo, in case you're wondering, part of Verak's back story is that he's a wanted criminal in Ko-Koro for some pretty serious crimes, in case anyone wants to notice him or something.
IC- Alyo - Ko-Koro
Alyo was distracted from his gaping at the dragons and the angels by a tug on his arm. He looked down to see a brilliantly white matoran.
"Your trading reports, sir." he said, handing Alyo a series of thin tablets.
"Ah, thank you." Alyo bent down to pick them up and glanced through them, making sure the scrawled reports were in order. A few odd transactions, still a demand for that shipment of lightstones that had gone astray, and a few instructions and details on the movement of a large ice sculpture to Onu-Koro.
His mind wasn't really on the work, though, still shocked by the dragons atop the sanctum and distracted by thoughts of how to go about Ambages' and his new plan to save the Gentry.
"Staring at the dragons, sir?" the matoran asked.
"Yeah... do you... recognize them?"
"Sure. That red one was a fairly common sight around the villages not too long ago. I'll inform you as we return to your place."
"Have work to do sir, it's really been piling up after Nuju died."
"You're right. Thank you." Alyo said, ripping his eyes away from the distant Sanctum roof and to his assistant.
"Yeah, and we should also discuss my paycheck, while we're at it." the matoran replied with narrowed eyes.
Alyo sighed and walked away, grudgingly descending back into his real work.