Skyrise

[Dane-gerous]

IC: Taurek - Trying to get away from Kathok

 

He's trying to touch down now? I continued to stalk the suspicious ship, following her down into the canyon.

 

I'd deal with the pilot behind me on the ground.

[silo]

IC: Kathok - Near Tesera

 

Kathok maintains a steady distance - its obvious that the pilot ahead of him is trying to evade him. The flyer ahead seems to be swooping downwards, preparing to land. Kathok accelerates, priming his weapons for firing if need be, although he'd rather not have to use them. His eyes dilate and then flicker, his vision power coming into play as he tracks his two targets' movements.

 

There once was a jet-black jetrax

Who was prone to risky attacks

By adventurous wand'rers

And foolhardy plun'drers

That silent old jet-black jetrax

 

Hmmm, he makes a mental note to practice ending limericks better.

[Onaku]

IC: Porangi - Near Tesara

 

It was after careful consideration that Porangi decided not to allow a Muaka that had appeared out of no-where to maul him. He climbed onto his vehicle and fired his rhotuka launcher at the beast... which didn't work, because the rhotuka launcher failed to fire. Porangi's panic grew as the Muaka approached him, when suddenly he remembered what else his vehicle could be used for.

 

And so he flew off, and the Muaka, with sadness in its heart, went off to find something else to eat.

 

OOC: Porangi may or may not be open for interaction. It is not until he is observed when his state of being or not being open for interaction will be known. This is known as Schrodinger's Interaction Openness.

Edited November 19, 2016 by Toa Onaku

[Timageness]

GM IC: Varim - Capstone Bar. 

 

The Ba-Turaga frowned at the sight of the expensive-looking drink that suddenly materialised before him. "Who?" He asked the server, masking the rising inferno of frustration that was building up inside him with a polite smile. The servers at Capstone knew better than to draw the ire of their patrons, and since Saffina hadn't thrown in a bribe for her to keep quiet, she didn't hesitate in pointing her out.

 

With a momentary, mumbled thanks, Varim turned to fix his baleful stare on the being who had, for whatever reason, chosen to single him out. A Vortixx, but most definitely not the one he was waiting for.

 

He turned his gaze back towards the doorway, making no further acknowledgement of the newly-arrived beverage. He knew better than to accept drinks from strangers in a place like Cliffside. 

 

IC: Saffina - Cliffside (Capstone Bar and Market)

 

In truth, the Vortixx wasn't entirely sure if the beverage would even be accepted or not; the Turaga's table presented no evidence suggesting that he had ordered anything for himself at all, and this, alongside the fact that he had barely paid any attention to her, was enough to tell her that he clearly wasn't here to enjoy himself or be sociable. To be perfectly honest, if some random customer had bought something for her in here, she'd probably be more than a little apprehensive about accepting it as well. Thieves and killers made up the majority of Cliffside's inhabitants, after all, and if it wasn't for the constant stream of coin flowing through this place, she highly suspected that the beings working the bar would've tried their hand at poisoning everyone already just to take their stuff. Karz, for all she knew, they were subtly doing just that anyway, and simply maintaining the illusion of an actual business in order to pick out the best potential targets while simultaneously disguising their activities.

...

...

...

Note to self: Start buying bottles directly from the other settlements, and only drink in my ship from now on.

Still, this mattered little, as the gesture only served to get her foot in the door. She knew well enough from personal experience that the best laid plans required two very important things working in tandem, and shelling out a few widgets for one of them was a paltry sacrifice at best.

The untouched glass sitting before him was merely a hook, one that she had yet to apply the proper bait to.

"To better days," she said simply, raising her own to her lips once she had caught his attention, only to inject a small dose of irony into her tone. "And to those who are still capable of understanding the concept of punctuality."

[SnowyAegis]

IC:Akita-Tesara

Akita's head rose from the panel in her Jetrax, after having confirmed that the thing was, in fact, fully intact(or at least as far as she could tell). Closing and locking the panel, Akita gave a slight yawn as she scanned Tesara once more, sliding off the vehicle, circling around and clambering into the cockpit, the cage-like structure she had made to protect the pilot lowering. Flicking a few switches and gripping the controls, Akita gently lifted the vehicle off the floor of the landing pad, before turning the vehicle off and flying into the distance.
 

OOC:Akita OFI and going nowhere particular

[Nato G]

GM IC: Barlow - Capstone Bar.

 

For a Steltian Bruiser, even a heavily inebriated one, the weight of one falling Matoran wasn't quite enough to yank him completely out of his chair. Barlow teetered for a moment, before managing to catch the edge of his table. He glowered groggily down at the Matoran (Parii) hanging from his coat, "Wa-watch where yer goin', little guy." 

 

The Matoran's grasping hands had torn at one of the outer pockets, and a handful of widgets and a piece of scrunched-up paper had spilled out all over the floor, but if Barlow had noticed, he didn't show it. 

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GM IC: Silvana - Canyon. 

 

As soon as she'd begun to decelerate, and the roar of the wind rushing past had begun to subside, she'd become aware of the two craft tailing her. A quick glance over her shoulder told her that they weren't standard Tesaran patrol models, which, in a way, was even more disconcerting. If they weren't guards from Tesara, then who were they, and why were they following her?

 

She brought the Whisper to a steady stop on the sandy floor of the canyon and clambered out of the cockpit, making sure the compartment under the seat was still securely locked before getting to work tending to her wound. Her mask was safely stowed away; she didn't wear it unless she needed it for a job, but her staff was within easy reach, should she need it.  

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GM IC: Varim - Capstone Bar.

 

He frowned, uncertain what exactly it was the strange Vortixx was trying to get at. After a few moments of trying to make sense of the woman's words, he gave up and resumed his vigil, still not touching the drink she'd ordered for him. 

 

Why was it so difficult for the people here to just mind their own business? 

Edited November 20, 2016 by Roman Torchwick

[Constructelf]

Looknig for help in locatin underwaeter trezures. Go to Anvil Bar, aks for Slim e Jo. 

IC: Skrall

​"... Underwater? Who's stupid enough to dive into Aqua Magna?"

 

​Skrall was tempted to just write the notice off as the delusions of a madman - a notion that was encouraged by the sign's atrocious spelling - but. Besides, this was an opportunity to ditch those annoying merchants he had gotten stuck with without technically going AWOL. As much as he hated it, he still needed to eat, but if this expedition actually turned up something of value, then perhaps freedom was closer in sight than he thought.

 

​Returning to camp and exchanging any weapons and armor that would identify him as a Skrall for generic substitutes (just in case this "Joe" was kind of touchy around his race), Skrall began looking for the so-called "Anvil Bar". To a stranger, he would appear to be just an ordinary Glatorian, though a doctor that worked with Skrall might be able to tell the difference.

 

​He also made an effort to correct his posture and gait. A dour attitude could easily unsettle any potential clients, so Skrall ​- no, he was "Sutrox" now - made an effort to stand up straight and wear a smile under his helmet.

 

​Entering the bar (after a few wrong stops and a somewhat-involuntary meal - by the Great Beings, that waitress was pushy), "Sutrox" looked around before asking the bartender (making sure to come across cordial as possible):

 

​"beautiful day, isn't it? I'm looking for a man named Joe, who, to be honest, strikes me as the 'slimy' type. Has he dropped by here today?"

[FallenAtlas]

IC: Otho - Flying away from Cliffside

 

 Poof Poof Poof.....Poof....Poof....

 

 "Come on, Erika, don't give up on me now..." the golden masked Matoran muttered to the wheezing jetpack strapped to his back. The large, clunky machine gave wild, random bursts of energy that kept the Matoran aloft, but on a dangerous edge from disaster. He cast his gaze to the canyons below and prayed to whatever being above might be listening that if he fell, may it be short and quick.

 

 Erika gave a solid Poof before roaring to life and launching the Matoran forwards and upwards before he even had a chance to prepare. His mask turned a slight shade of green and he could feel his eyes sinking back into his head before his body caught up with the acceleration. He wheezed out a breath and sighed. "Yet again, those dang Gremlins have tried to end me...."

 

 He adjusted the handles on Erika, directed her to the northeast, and zoomed off to everybody's favorite jungle town: Tesara.

 

OOC: Otho flying away from Cliffside, towards Tesara. OFI.

[Click]

IC: Ailun - Outside New Atero
 
"Yeah, yeah, that's right," he muttered to their most likely concussed patient as they drag her inside.
 
 
IC: Sekra - New Atero
 
Work had been slow, with jobs few and far between. As it was, Sekra hardly had enough fuel to make it to a new city, and she was one pickpocket away from starving.
 
So when she heard the word "underwater" coming from near New Atero's notice board, she had to contain herself from running up to it and ripping the page from the wall.

 

Looknig for help in locatin underwaeter trezures. Go to Anvil Bar, aks for Slim e Jo. 

...Slim Joe? Or was that Slimy Joe? Ugh, the name alone was enough to make her think twice about how desperate she was for this, not to mention the spelling. How could someone like that pay for dinner, let alone her costly services?

 

But the fact of the matter was that she was desperate enough for this. And she'd spent enough time drowning her sorrows to know exactly where this Anvil Bar was.

 

 

And so by the time Sutrox got there, he found a Water Glatorian sitting a few seats down, staring into a glass as if it held the answer to his question. "You too, huh?"

[permanentlyExtinct]

IC: Parii - Capstone bar

 

For half a second he was thinking if the Bruiser was going to smash him into pieces before realizing it was an 'accident'. Parii genuinely shivered when the stranger looked at him at first, but he was calmed down seeing that he was still alive somehow. Now was the time to show off his skills or die.

Parii looked down, breaking the eye contact. He stood up, grabbing several coins and a piece of paper in the process which he hid while fixing his scarf. He put his fist to his chest and rotated it to sign that he was sorry.

[Toa Imrukii]

IC: Ezoba - Outside New Atero.

 

 

Ezoba glanced back to the Matoran and Skakdi. "..." Ezoba made no noise for a very long moment. "Ailun... Sorry, I got lost in thought. It's a long story..." Exoba abbruply stopped, and was caught back in thought for a moment. "Anyhow, the name's Ezoba. Let us get her to shelter." said Ezoba. Ezoba walked over to the sksadi, and reached out a hand. "And your name would be?"

 

OOC: Coconut Fanatic, this is your part.

[Constructelf]

IC: Sekra - New Atero

IC: "Sutrox"

​​"A Tajun Glatorian," Skrall thought to himself. "Don't see too much of those anymore. Her getting mad would compromise my... everything..."

 

​"If by too, you mean 'Interested in journeying to the depths of the toxic sea', then yes. I am here too."

 

​IC: Antaine

​​Why were there so many guardsmen on patrol? Was there a murder last night?

 

​Antaine's curiosity got the better of him, and he left his refuge to investigate the buzz of the town square.

 

"What happened?" he asked nobody in particular.

 

​OOC: FallenAtlas, Antaine is open to talk once Otho reaches Tesara.

 

Edited November 20, 2016 by Constructman

[Nato G]

GM IC: Barlow - Capstone Bar, Cliffside. 

 

Even sober, Barlow didn't understand sign language, but he could infer enough from general body language to guess what Parii meant. "Ugh, booger off," he slurred, straightening back up in his seat and returning to his latest drink. 

 

Parii wasn't the only scavenger who'd taken interest in the dropped coins, but he'd made off with something of far greater value, even if he didn't yet know it. For the scrap of paper he'd snatched up was, in fact, the details of the mysterious mission that the inebriated Bruiser had been bragging about earlier...

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GM IC: Slimy Joe - Anvil Bar, New Atero. 

 

"Slimy Joe?" The bartender smirked, "What's he roped you guys in- actually, I don't even want to know," he pointed past Sutrox and Sekra towards a vaguely-humanoid shape hunched under a bundle of rags and trash in a back corner, "That's him." 

 

As if sensing the attention, a greasy, Kualsi-clad head popped up out of the middle of the mess, flashing a gap-toothed grin in the vague direction of the bar. 

[Timageness]

GM IC: Varim - Capstone Bar.

 

He frowned, uncertain what exactly it was the strange Vortixx was trying to get at. After a few moments of trying to make sense of the woman's words, he gave up and resumed his vigil, still not touching the drink she'd ordered for him. 

 

Why was it so difficult for the people here to just mind their own business? 

 

IC: Saffina - Cliffside (Capstone Bar and Market)

 

Hmmm...

Must not be much of a talker. This changes things.

Seeing as to how the Turaga kept staring back towards the door, he was most likely waiting for an associate of his to meet him here, one that was likely either dragging their heels or had found themselves caught up in other troubles if their current lack of presence was any indication. There was also the small possibility that the old man had simply arrived early, but given the fact that his eyes were glued, and soley glued, to the front entrance of the building, she sort of assumed that this wasn't the case. Either way, it seemed that she would have to alter her approach just a bit if she ever wanted to learn anything potentially useful.

And unfortunately for the old man, that meant he was about to have some company, whether he liked it or not.

Stretching as she began to stand, she proceeded to stroll over to his table, only to pull up an adjacent chair before positioning it backwards and once again taking a seat. While she had originally planned to be much less intrusive, he did decide to ignore her, after all, and seeing as to how she had opened up her own wallet on his behalf, that struck her as more than a little rude. Even though he hadn't accepted her peace offering, he still owed her a conversation at the very least; whether or not it would yield anything fruitful, however, was still yet to be determined.

"You know," she said quietly, setting her glass down and closing one eye, only to frame the area around the building's entrance with her fingers. "If you're that captivated with the scenery, you should probably just etch it into a carving. I doubt anyone would bother you too much about it if you were to make the occasional order every now and then, and who knows? Somebody might actually fork over a decent chunk of change for an artistic depiction of a common, sub-average doorway. People have weird tastes sometimes."

Edited November 22, 2016 by Timageness

[permanentlyExtinct]

IC: Parii - outside of Capstone

 

Satisfied with his success, Parii did exactly what Barlow told him to do - "booger off". He left the bar and hid in a shady corner behind the building.

It seemed that Cliffside was coming to life; more and more people were gathering and entering Capstone. A group of newbies was enthusiastically planning probably their 'uprising', probably the third one this week. Several feet further a gang of Agori brutes were laughing at their own lame jokes - it was the same gang that 'welcomed' Parii on his first day in the district. He sneaked as far away from them as he could and sat down on the ground. He counted the stolen widgets and placed them in his backpack. He stopped for a moment to look at the paper that was in Barlow's pocket. Oddly enough, it seemed somehow fancy and official, mostly untouched. What in the world was this thing even doing here, in Cliffside? Maybe it would be safer to just leave it here for someone elsel to find? After thinking and anylizing pros and cons, Parii opened it, curiousity taking over.

 

OOC: Tbh I'm not sure what to expect from this note. Hoping Roman Torchwick will post the content of this paper.

[Click]

IC: Sekra - New Atero (Anvil Bar)

 

She took a small sip of her drink while she listens, then turned to follow the bartender's indication... and just about choked when she recognized the glowing eyes and mechanical components of one of those things. She turned back to her drink and swallowed it in one gulp, wincing as it went down. She was going to need it for this...

 

Once she had somewhat regained her composure, she tried to hone in on her companion in this venture. "So... where're you from, stranger? You new around here?"

Edited November 20, 2016 by Click

[Constructelf]

IC: "Sutrox"

​​"Oh no... That tin can definitely has a few wires crossed."

 

Turning to the competition - no, the co-worker - he apparently now had to deal with, he answered in the typical, flippant "Sutrox" style.

 

"Where am I from? Up north. Some auto merchants needed a babysitter, and I needed to eat, so that's why I'm this far south."

Edited November 20, 2016 by Constructman

[Ehksidian]

IC: Fifteen - Fe Border

 

"That doesn't make our job any less important," she said tonelessly. "You never know when something could come up."

 

IC: Karanta - Fe Border Patrol

 

"Yeah yeah," she muttered, "I know. It's super important. Always has been. Can't help but feel a bit bored when nothing happens. I kinda wish...y'know, something would happen." Karanta continued to look at the barren expanses around Fe, towards the endless horizon.

 

"...You ever think about seeing how the other places are? Taking a day or twelve off, and going on your own little adventure in the wastes?" She asked.

[Click]

IC: Sekra - New Atero (Anvil Bar)

 

"Seems we both lucked out then... even if the company leaves a bad taste in my mouth." She gestured at Joe. "Ugh, I hate doing jobs for those... what do you call 'em again? Materhorn... no, Matrons..."

 

 

IC: Fifteen - Fe Outskirts

 

"Careful what you wish for. The world outside is brutal, wanting nothing more than to plunder our workshops. You might very well quickly find yourself dumped in a dark corner lacking your personal belongings." She said it plainly, as a matter of fact.

[Dane-gerous]

IC: Taurek - Landing

 

I landed the Deliverance besides the stealth ship, and put a few zamors into my launcher, just in case the encounter got violent.

 

Climbing out of the seat, I approached the stealth ship, and Vortixx piloting it.

 

It was a female, apparently, and she looked to be wounded.
 

"What are you doing out here, then? Running from Tesara guards?" I asked.

[Constructelf]

IC: "Sutrox"

"Matoran. And what do you have against them? They're absolutely de-light-ful little creatures. They're short, stubby, too earnest for their own good, would have a stick up their other end if they had one, worship the ghost of an iron giant, suck the energy out of their food with their hands, all look the same under their masks, I could go on. And then there's my bosses of their Iron Tribe, who shut themselves inside all day pounding and hammering away, or so they want everybody to believe. Truth be told, I don't know where they pull all of their fancy treasure from. The Ghost Dimension?" It was clear that his voice was dripping with sarcasm and that he actually didn't think too highly of Matoran either.

 

"You with New Atero, or are you a freelancer?" If this woman was NA brass, then it might be necessary to throw sand in her eyes if he cut and run. Couldn't have her finding the Hidden Village of Iron Elves, could he?

Edited November 20, 2016 by Constructman

[Click]

IC: Sekra - New Atero (Anvil Bar)

 

"Nah, you could say I'm just marooned here after my last job went sour." She leans back in her chair. "I'm just looking for some cash, you know? And since we're two of a kind, what do you say we see what this Matron wants and then dump him at the first chance? Probably wouldn't even notice through that filth."

[FallenAtlas]

 

​IC: Antaine

​​Why were there so many guardsmen on patrol? Was there a murder last night?

 

​Antaine's curiosity got the better of him, and he left his refuge to investigate the buzz of the town square.

 

"What happened?" he asked nobody in particular.

 

​OOC: FallenAtlas, Antaine is open to talk once Otho reaches Tesara.

 

 

 

OOC: I'll take you up on that offer.

 

IC: Otho - Outskirts of Tesara

 

 Erika had carried Otho this far, but now what limited fuel he had in the tanks were going empty. To be fair, he didn't have a lot of time to fill up(given the fact he stole the fuel from a pirate's aircraft he was supposed to be working on.) so he wasn't that angry with himself.

 

 "You blithering, foolish fool!" he shouted as the jetpack began sputtering and wheezing. Otho began dropping in altitude as the resulting Poofs grew less and less powerful. Luckily, the south farm fields of Tesara were below him. Unluckily, so were some panicking farmers.

 

 "Watch out!" they shouted as Otho and Erika landed roughly in the wet, muddy field with a loud slap. He slid forward several yards, uprooting some of this season's crops with Erika leaking fuel over the soil; another Matoran would later make the joke that Otho soiled the soil.

 

 He pushed himself up, mud covering his face and most of his torso(and Erika). "Whoa," he begin, holding his head, "that was rough." He wiped the mud from his eyes, took a look at the destruction he caused, and ran off awkwardly before the angry farm hands could catch him. He knew he was headed in the right direction: Tesara town square.

 

 OOC: Otho running towards the Town Square, right Antaine

[silo]

IC: Kathok - Near Tesera

 

Kathok curses in the language of Old Zakaz: he had hoped the aerial encounter would have been more prolonged than this. As it was, they'd been in the sky measly minutes - his blood had only just started pumping properly, his mind only just begun to wake up. And now, they land. Get out some weapons maybe, shout some inane insults. Maybe one or two people end up dying, who knows. And then someone crawls back into their ship, and everyone's day resumes. How dull, how tedious. Kathok curses again. He really had been hoping for something more exciting than this.

 

Seconds before he lands, he sees the figures climbing out. He spies the ridge between them: not too pronounced, but the lay of the sand, coupled with his sight of the surrounding outcrops, tells him that the dust is deep here. One second before he lands, he is standing in the cockpit, torso protruding through the gap between its two metal bars, hands braced against them...and not on the controls. Half a second before he lands, his body tenses, muscle binding together with crackling energy.

 

As he lands, Sunmaker tears through the dune, tidal waves of sand splintering and shuddering into a desert tsunami as the jetrax cannons unstoppable forwards. The two already on the ground may be caught in the withering storm of metal and grating dust, or may be out of harms way if they moved fast enough or are close enough to their landed vehicles - Kathok isn't paying much attention to them. 

 

When the sand inferno thins and clears, Kathok Hann stands, teeth bared, hands almost crushing the metal structure he holds. But he isn't grimacing, he's smiling: he always did like to make a dramatic entrance.

[Constructelf]

OOC: on mobile

 

IC: Sekra - New Atero (Anvil Bar)

 

"Nah, you could say I'm just marooned here after my last job went sour." She leans back in her chair. "I'm just looking for some cash, you know? And since we're two of a kind, what do you say we see what this Matron wants and then dump him at the first chance? Probably wouldn't even notice through that filth."

IC: "Sutrox"

"Sure."

 

"... What if he heard us though? We could be in troooouble."

 

"... Meh, when it comes, it'll come. Now, who's doing the talking?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

​IC: Antaine

​​Why were there so many guardsmen on patrol? Was there a murder last night?

 

​Antaine's curiosity got the better of him, and he left his refuge to investigate the buzz of the town square.

 

"What happened?" he asked nobody in particular.

 

​OOC: FallenAtlas, Antaine is open to talk once Otho reaches Tesara.

 

 

OOC: I'll take you up on that offer.

 

IC: Otho - Outskirts of Tesara

 

Erika had carried Otho this far, but now what limited fuel he had in the tanks were going empty. To be fair, he didn't have a lot of time to fill up(given the fact he stole the fuel from a pirate's aircraft he was supposed to be working on.) so he wasn't that angry with himself.

 

"You blithering, foolish fool!" he shouted as the jetpack began sputtering and wheezing. Otho began dropping in altitude as the resulting Poofs grew less and less powerful. Luckily, the south farm fields of Tesara were below him. Unluckily, so were some panicking farmers.

 

"Watch out!" they shouted as Otho and Erika landed roughly in the wet, muddy field with a loud slap. He slid forward several yards, uprooting some of this season's crops with Erika leaking fuel over the soil; another Matoran would later make the joke that Otho soiled the soil.

 

He pushed himself up, mud covering his face and most of his torso(and Erika). "Whoa," he begin, holding his head, "that was rough." He wiped the mud from his eyes, took a look at the destruction he caused, and ran off awkwardly before the angry farm hands could catch him. He knew he was headed in the right direction: Tesara town square.

 

OOC: Otho running towards the Town Square, right Antaine

IC: Antaine

As Antaine fruitlessly tried to get more information, he noticed a Ce-Matoran he had never seen before. running towards him. Why was he covered in mud?

 

Wings uselessly flailing about behind him, Antaine made a walk towards the mud-Matoran.

 

"Hey, do you need directions to the baths?"

[Nato G]

OOC: Tbh I'm not sure what to expect from this note. Hoping Roman Torchwick will post the content of this paper.

 

OOC: Indeed I will.

 

GM IC: Mysterious Plot Note - Cliffside. 

 

The note in Parii's hands was smeared with dirt, and a splotch of something that could have quite possibly been dried blood, but the gold-hued script was neatly-stenciled, and still legible:

 

As per our original agreement, we will pay you the requested sum, but only upon delivery of Schematic 437 from the Fe archives. This is the last time we will require your services, and should you fail, you will receive no aid or compensation from us. Burn this note after reading, and do not mention this mission to anyone. We will be watching.

 

There was no signature or sigil to indicate who the order was from, but Barlow had been bragging earlier about completing a job for New Atero, so it was probably safe to assume that it was they who had ordered the theft, and that despite his apparent stupidity, Barlow had actually managed to pull it off. It was useful information, potentially very dangerous in the wrong hands, and once Barlow sobered up and realised it was missing, the note would become a danger to anyone whose hands it was in. 

_________________________________________________________________

 

GM IC: Silvana - Canyon.

 

"And a warm hello to you, too, stranger," she frowned, sizing up the newcomer, "Have you been following me?" 

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GM IC: City Guards - Tesara. 

 

"There was a theft last night. We-" the guard Antaine had addressed started to explain, only to break off when the mud-encrusted form of Otho blundered past the pair.

 

 

Elsewhere, the farm hands whose crops Otho had so callously destroyed were quick to contact the nearest squad of guards, and it didn't take long for word to start going around for the patrols to keep an eye out for a Jetpack-toting Ce-Matoran whose torso was lathered in mud.

 

Tesara supplied the vast majority of produce that fed the populations of every settlement in the Great Barren, and regardless of how easily it could be replaced, destroying that food was not a crime taken lightly. The guards patrolling the market square hadn't been alerted yet, but it was only a matter of time...

Edited November 21, 2016 by Roman Torchwick

[FallenAtlas]

OOC: It was just a bit of squash!!

 

IC: Otho - Tesara City Square - Interacting with Antaine

 

 Otho turned slightly at the voice offering a way to the baths and began to speak in a cheerful voice until he saw the gray and red Matoran talking to him. A large claw for an arm. Dead looking wings protruding from his back. If he didn't look suspiciously like a pirate or criminal element, Otho wasn't sure what did.

 

  "Ah...no, I'm okay. A little dirt is good for the body, ya know??" He grinned awkwardly as he backed up. Erika, however, decided he should move forward and gave a loud Poof, launching Otho right back towards Antaine and the guard. His face smacked soundly into the dirt and he laid there for a second before a groan escaped his smothered lips.

[Constructelf]

OOC: It was just a bit of squash!!

 

IC: Otho - Tesara City Square - Interacting with Antaine

 

 Otho turned slightly at the voice offering a way to the baths and began to speak in a cheerful voice until he saw the gray and red Matoran talking to him. A large claw for an arm. Dead looking wings protruding from his back. If he didn't look suspiciously like a pirate or criminal element, Otho wasn't sure what did.

 

  "Ah...no, I'm okay. A little dirt is good for the body, ya know??" He grinned awkwardly as he backed up. Erika, however, decided he should move forward and gave a loud Poof, launching Otho right back towards Antaine and the guard. His face smacked soundly into the dirt and he laid there for a second before a groan escaped his smothered lips.

​IC: Antaine

​​"... Jetpack troubles?"

 

​This Matoran was obviously a little more dumb, clumsy, or unlucky than Antaine cared for. Or maybe all three. Either way, Antaine didn't feel like going out of his way to help the guy further.

 

​Turning back to the guard, he asked, "Somebody stole something important from the village? If it's that serious they're probably far gone by now..."

[Nato G]

GM IC: City Guards - Tesara. 

 

"Probably," the guard scratched his head, "But who I am to judge? They won't even tell us what's been stolen. Besides, it's market day. They could just be hiding in the crowd."

 

Nearby, a pair of guards from the agricultural patrol unit had entered the city, bearing news of the crash-landing in the fields. 

[Constructelf]

GM IC: City Guards - Tesara. 

 

"Probably," the guard scratched his head, "But who I am to judge? They won't even tell us what's been stolen. Besides, it's market day. They could just be hiding in the crowd."

 

Nearby, a pair of guards from the agricultural patrol unit had entered the city, bearing news of the crash-landing in the fields. 

​IC: Antaine

​"Is it really that big of a secret?" Antaine was starting to get nervous.

 

​"Do we at least have a profile of a suspect?"

[Nato G]

GM IC: City Guard - Tesara.

 

"A female Vortixx is all we were told," the guard shrugged, "Whatever's going on, it's serious. I've never seen the captain so worked up. The elders must be real mad."

[SnowyAegis]

IC: Akita-Tesara

Akita had explored the areas surrounding Tesara, going far out enough that the settlement was little more than a green blob in the distance, for a solid while before her engine begun suffering.
Oh, right.
Everything was intact, yeah.
But she'd forgotten to make sure it was charged.

whoops

Turning the controls hard, Akita turned the Jadikuu around, heading back at top speed.

 

And, with a functional Jetrax, it didn't take long to get there, pulling back hard on the controls and slowing the Jadikuu down before landing it on the same pad she had taken off from. Locking the controls and stepping out, she found the recharge mechanism, and made sure it was all set, before heading back into town.

Odd. She hadn't noticed all the guards this morning. Was something amiss?

 

OOC: Akita OFI

[ZippyWharrgarbl]

IC: Rorohiko - Fe

 

The light of Solis Magna did not reach the underground homes of Fe, much less the homestead of Rorohiko. He woke late, having been up late; Matoran didn't need as much sleep as, say, an Agori, but he often did not sleep for several days, and so when he did sleep it was for a much longer time. He groped for the little clockwork clock he kept on his nightstand and saw the time, groaned, and rolled out of bed. A little green bobble shuffled in his peripheral vision, and he lowered a hand to pat Deathrot's head as the drone moved with purpose to his unmade bed.

 

He found his personal computer on his cluttered desk and clicked it into his arm. Starting it up revealed the code he was working on had saved; hopefully, soon he'd be able to use it to get into a particularly tricky databank in a device the seller had found in a waterlogged cave. He absent-mindedly waved his hand at the pile of broken glass cards he'd been analysing, as if considering going back to his work, but instead settled for heading towards his pantry. He'd forgotten to eat his last meal, though he was sure he'd sent Doomslayer to grab him something.

 

That question was answered by the Fire Drone staring at the empty shelves of the pantry, almost quizzical. He took in the sight with annoyance.

 

"Thanks, Doomslayer," he said wearily. "Overwrite last command, back to your usual routine."

 

The drone shuffled back out. Rorohiko let out a long, pained sigh. He would have to go outside.

 

He rubbed his face under his mask as he rifled through his mess for his money and his bag. He hated groceries. He'd send the Fire Drones, but they couldn't really make sense of that kind of thing. Maybe he could fix that one day. Until that day, he was stuck with doing it himself.

 

He left his home and locked it before heading towards the upper levels, where the stores were. He realised, as the limited yet painful sunlight pierced his eyes, he'd forgotten to take out his tinted glasses. He cursed under his breath, squinting like mad as he searched his bag for them. His hand hit the glass, and he slipped them over his head, alleviating the head-pounding brightness somewhat. Even for an Onu-Matoran, his eyes were sensitive to light.

 

This was, arguably, the worst way to start a day. He started going through the shops, even buying himself breakfast to eat as he went about it.

 

OOC: Rorohiko is open for interaction, if there's anyone around.

[Specter Knight]

IC-Zavon (Tesara)

 

As Zavon headed towards the Port to get his orders for the day, he passed a fellow citizen, clad in grey armour. "Morning!" He said enthusiastically as he approached her.

 

OOC

Interacting with Akita. That is, if nobody else is trying to interact with Zavon himself.

[FallenAtlas]

IC: Otho - Tesara City Square - Interacting with Antaine

 

 Pushing himself back up to his feet, he nodded to the question about the jetpack problems. "Gremlins again, unfortunately...." he faded out his speech about the little buggers as the guard and the oddly shaped Matoran began talking about a theft that had happened recently. Otho's mind quickly jumped to the worst case scenario for himself: Cliffside's criminal elements were working in Tesara, and more than likely would be both surprised and angry to see him here, not back home working on their aircraft.

 

 "Fiddlesticks." He muttered, trotting away from the amateur detectives and into the crowd. He was given a number of looks for his muddy, disheveled appearance but he was pretty sure he was safe from the squash farmers he had ticked off early. For now though, he needed to find a bath and a refueling station, in that order. Tesara was still too close to Cliffside for his comfort....and New Atero just loved to shoot at pirates.

 

 "It's settled," he said aloud, "New Atero or bust."

 

 OOC: A very muddy Otho looking for the baths

[Onaku]

IC: Porangi - Canyon

It was then that a horridly old Rockoh model plummeted from the air and crashed some ways off from the Taurek and Silvana. Fortunately, the ship seemed to be in no worse a condition than it already was in, but then again, that wasn't saying much. The Zyglak jumped off the ship and approached the scene. "Heya, fellows! Nice day for a rough landing, wouldn't you say?"

 

OOC: Having been observed, Porangi has now been confirmed to not be open for interaction. It is unknown if any other quantum possibility existed, but for now, the wave function has been collapsed.

[SnowyAegis]

IC:Akita - Tesara

Akita's attention was caught by someone calling out. She didn't initially think anyone was talking to her until she turned to see who they were talking to. To see them talking to her.
Oh. Alright.

"Hey there! How goes it?"

[Click]

IC: Sekra - New Atero (Anvil Bar)

 

Hmm... employer's good graces, or avoiding the scum as much as possible?

 

Ugh, fine.

 

"Don't trouble yourself," Sekra said as she smoothly stood, pushed her chair back in, and sauntered over to the Matoran. "I hear you have some work. Me and my friend want in." She gestured back to Sutrox.

[Ghidora131]

IC Maldrak - New Atero, Inspecting

 

 

The familiar horrid face of the worst and best chap in New Atero was glaring at the signpost.

 

He knew the heads of New Atero to a degree, but it was enough of one to know they weren't as high off the ground as he was. He had his own ideas for the preparation of arms, and he was only waiting to see if it would be justified. Now he marched towards the door after reading the signpost and thudded his knuckles against it three times in jolly and somewhat morbid fashion.

 

The dust of Cliffside was still clinging to his face. He smudged it off quickly without disturbing the low-grade makeup he tried to hide his great creases with.

[permanentlyExtinct]

IC: Parii - outside of Capstone

 

GM IC: Mysterious Plot Note - Cliffside.

 

The note in Parii's hands was smeared with dirt, and a splotch of something that could have quite possibly been dried blood, but the gold-hued script was neatly-stenciled, and still legible:

 

As per our original agreement, we will pay you the requested sum, but only upon delivery of Schematic 437 from the Fe archives. This is the last time we will require your services, and should you fail, you will receive no aid or compensation from us. Burn this note after reading, and do not mention this mission to anyone. We will be watching.

There was no signature or sigil to indicate who the order was from, but Barlow had been bragging earlier about completing a job for New Atero, so it was probably safe to assume that it was they who had ordered the theft, and that despite his apparent stupidity, Barlow had actually managed to pull it off. It was useful information, potentially very dangerous in the wrong hands, and once Barlow sobered up and realised it was missing, the note would become a danger to anyone whose hands it was in.

Parii crumpled the paper and hid it in his fist. He felt somehow upset about all this.If that Steltian drunkard's blabber was true, then New Atero was getting a little bit confidential with their actions. "We will be watching"? No doubt this paper had something to do with them fortifying their district for the past month or so. And whoever that Bruiser was, he apparently knew Fe's location. As far as Parii knew, there were many who'd pay any price to know.

Who am I kidding?, he thought with a bitter expression on his mask. All those who care enough would simply kill him and take the paper to find it themselves. That's what happens when you're the weakest link in the social chain in Cliffside - you die.

Parii sighed. He opened his fist and looked at the crumpled paper once more. He put it in his bag and got up, ready to leave Capstone.

Edited November 21, 2016 by permanentlyExtinct