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IC: Waveahk (The Coliseum, Elevator)

"I don't pretend to understand any of what's going on. Treacherous Turaga, headless Toa, wish-granting elevators that take you to black voids of nothingness and put a slug in your arm, your sense of humour, so on, and so forth."

 

IC: Ostrox (The Coliseum, Maintenance Tunnels)

While some might have forgotten the path Mazor, Irna and Nuju took, Ostrox was not any old someone. His mental discipline and training allowed him to remember the route with exact precision... minus a few detours that he quickly backtracked when he didn't recognize what came next. Eventually, he made his way to the hole Nuju made in the wall, still spilling toxic fumes all over the place. Ostrox readjusted his respirator, and entered into a territory unknown.

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IC: Ka - Onu-Metru, the Archives

Ka’s head lurched as the Bohrok began to stir. The song of order, cleanliness, a sort of mental sleep, all sparked in her head. And yet … it was not soothing like it should be. More like the nagging of an arrogant Turaga, or a self righteous Toa. She was not properly a part of this call, not like she should be.

But though it hurt, it was constant, thumping, as compelling as the thrill of jumping off a stalagmite. She … she felt her hands tremble, she … she just wanted out. She just wanted out. This wasn’t the silence she wanted. It was the roar of thousands.

Response. Quiet!” She shrieked, shooting acid wildly. More and more Bohrok were freed by her outburst of noxious fluid, more and more voices. She fell to her knees, shaking as her eyes closed tight enough to leak acid tears.

Unit, damage?

As the Lehvak spoke to her she swayed, and then shakily stood up. Swaying, she followed after them, her whole body twitching. It was … she had to clean, had to clean. Argh the noise make it stop make it stop — clean, clean means silence, cleans means sleep. She had to clean, had to make it stop. Acid drooled from her optics, streaking down and peeling her paint. Just clean and it will end. 

But as she melted down rubble, that part of her Matoran conscious knew that the Bohrok would get to sleep later, but not her. She would remain trapped, until the Onu-Matoran could put her is stasis again. She … she should … should…

Clean. 

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IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (It Must Be This Way)

The Le-Skakdi was surprisingly agile, managing to bend his body to the side, out of the way of the slash.

"Carapar's slaughtering everyone who refuse to surrender, you know." He chuckled, sending a right jab with a clawed fist at Skyra's face.

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IC: Skyra - Po-Metru -

Skyra bent her torso backwards to avoid the jab, the skakdi was quick that was for sure. But Skyra was confident that she was quicker. 

"Oh wow I'm really surprised!"  Skyra responded, sending a sudden yet powerful blast of air at Leonn in an attempt to throw him off balance, followed by two quick slashes from both her katanas. 

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IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (Knife To A Swordfight)

"I-" 

Leonn's badmouthing was literally cut short by being blown slightly off balance, and his chest being sliced open.

A neat crimson line had been painted across his chest, slowly leaking brownish-red liquid. 

Snapping out of his shock, his reflexes were quick enough to catch the sword's second swing with his own knife's blade.

Through gritted teeth, the spy managed a spiteful grin as he pressed the button on his dagger, activating the shock function as the metal met metal.

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IC: Mata-Nui, Cortex

The monstrous beast felt peaceful inside his own head.  Every spirit lived in this space, in this moment, through him, and through Him.  Then His space was invaded.  His own head was filled with intruders, like a virus causing a headache.  Mata-Nui's Avatar paid no mind at first, as He continued to remember this place.  After a moment more, He turned back towards these three newcomers.  "You do not belong here.  You only hurt Me.  I am the Life you live, and soon you will be born again in Me.  You should not have come here, now leave, and be glad to be one with the Great Spirit."  The three newcomers just stared blankly, maybe even cautiously, as the monstrous Mata-Nui Avatar commanded them.  "Fine.  I see that you are here with the purpose of hurting me.  Already you have caused me so much pain.  If you will not leave willingly, you'll join Me by force."  Mata-Nui conjured his fused weapon in hand: a monstrously huge mace with dozen of blades ringed around the clubbed head. Mata-Nui took two mighty steps forward, and in a swing faster than any would reasonably expect from such a large arm, the mace crashed into the smallest one's body.  Upon contact, a thunder cracked throughout the room, and a crumpled heap of Matoran flew across the room, lifeless when it finally came to rest.  Mata-Nui stared down the two remaining figures.  "Leave now, or suffer the same fate."

OOC: @Smudge8 @Conway and I think coming up behind @Toru Nui? Also, UN gave me permission to btfo Nuju.  

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IC: Skyra - Po-Metru -

"What's a matter, Muaka got your to-" Skyra was cut short as as the shock traveled from Leonn's knife to her katana, and then into her. She was unable to hold her grip and dropped both her katanas on the ground.

Skyra let out a defiant cry and proceeded to unleash a rather uncontrolled blast of air from all directions around her, trying to push Leonn away from her. The shock had the side effect of making her limbs feel numb and shake, she breathed hard. 

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IC Stannis & Leklo | Coliseum

2 hours ago, Crimson Jester said:

His voice was low and fearful, as though he was scared that whatever was haunting him might hear him speak. Korruhn gripped Leklo's shoulders tightly, holding him firmly in place with all of his strength. Korruhn shook him briefly, hoping to snap him out of the trance, at least temporarily.

"See who?! Leklo, you need to take a breath, and tell me. Who do you see?"

"The... the faces," Leklo said. His face continued to contort in confused agony, his voice warbled, as he witnessed something that had previously been unseen. "So many faces," he said, straining to bear witness to Dume. In his mind's eye he could see the apparitions of countless people, some whole, most not, swimming in the air around the turaga like plumes of smoke captured above the fire. They danced about the elder's presence as a swarming mass of souls that clung their grudges to his coattails like spurs, and while they paid no concern to Leklo beside an awareness that he could see them they cast Dume gestures of hatred and despise. 

"I see dead beings. Wait, no—I see death." Vashni's attempt at a mind probe was vigorously rebuffed, the only thing she could feel was an instant feedback of overwhelming fright. "These other two have them, too, but Dume...!"

3 hours ago, Vezok's Friend said:

She looked up from the control panel as the opening office door in combination with the shattered window created a sudden draft. As she did, a pair of Nuurahk escorted another newcomer in - a Toa, clad in grey cloth. Her rising gaze finally came to rest on an old, familiar face. The short silence following his entrance was cut short by her soft chuckle.

“My, my...Toa Stannis.” she said. There was something peculiar - almost suggestive - about the way his name passed her lips. “It has been a long time, wanderer.”

"Hello, Zataka," Stannis said matching her tone, briefly nodding to the warlord. "It's about time you showed up here."

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IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (Air Resistance)

Done that song and dance before, thank you very much.

This time, Leonn was ready for the air blast, managing to keep standing as Skyra was partially weakened.

Blood was still leaking from his upper section, but the Le-Skakdi's approach didn't halt. This distraction had gone on far enough, he had to execute his mission.

The spy rushed forward, sending a strong kick to Skyra's right knee.

OOC: @Snelly

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IC: Vashni - Dume's Office -

Vashni instantly recoiled, the intense feelings of fear taking her by surprise. She gasped for breath, put a hand on her own heartlight for a moment. "####!" 

IC: Skyra - Po-Metru -

Skyra saw Leonn coming, knowing full well she didn't have a chance of dodging with her legs locked up, but she knew in that split moment there was one thing she could do. Even as Leonn came in to kick in her knee, Skyra grabbed one of her throwing daggers on her belt and chucked it at his chest. If she was gonna get hurt so was he. She let out a cry as her knee was kicked and she lost her balance completely, though she still managed to smirk as she began to fall over. 

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IC Kanohi - the surrounding regions of the Coliseum

Kanohi grappled through the air, arm outstretched like the mast of a Ga-Metru boat. His arm hooked around a Fa-Matoran plummeting in free-fall, wrenching them free of the pull of gravity. They both rocketed sideways, tumbling onto the street.

The vigilante laid there, panting. The Fa-Matoran shakily staggered off, joining a group of Matoran being escorted by a squad of Vahki. Looked like they were heading into the Coliseum had … had the districts fallen already? No it … there was still time. There had to be. 

He shoved against the ground, nearly toppling over. His body ached, throbbing like a Toa of Sonics was screaming into his sensors. He was … he felt like … like some sort of squid had watched to his face and was draining the life from him. He had more endurance than most Matoran, but he simply lacked the raw physical ability of a Toa. He was running low.

He … he … if he died protecting the Matoran, doing his duty, that would be worth it. Make everything worth it. But he … if he died, then he could never save a Matoran again. How many would die in the future if he died now.

He wasn’t sure what to do.

And then his eyes spied a piece of red cloth fluttering in the breeze. It … it looked like a scrap of the robes of Turaga Dume. But whoever it belonged to, it reminded him of that strange waking dream. It … it might have been nothing, his mind finally snapping, the anxiety making him hallucinate. But that … didn’t seem possible. And if it was real, and if he died of exhaustion, no one would know.

Kanohi aimed his wrists up and grappled away, he had gotten some rest at least. As he soared he tried to use his mask to reach Knichou, praying silently that he was still in range. “Mr. Ghost, I … I don’t know if you can  … can put me in contact with Stannis — sorry, Toa Stannis, or maybe the Toa … Toa of Psionics, but I … there is something I need to tell them. In case … in case things go wrong. More wrong.” 

He fluttered his hands despite his exhaustion, how could he forgot Stannis’s title? Being a little tired was no excuse for failing him. He … he needed to do better. He just hoped they would all survive so he could make it up to Toa Stannis.

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IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (High Stakes)

Leonn's amber eyes widened as a flash of metal preceded a sickening pain down below.

He didn't look down. Looking at the injury just makes the shock worse. Just keep moving, it won't take you long.

Stumbling forward, the spy looked down at the injured Toa, with both disgust and irritation.

His eyes were less reddish in colouration, but they were clearly damaged. Skyra might notice that Leonn seemed to be glinting a different colour in the light. Glowing, she could almost say.

Skyra would suddenly feel something creeping at her. Something clutching at her mind, strangling her thoughts. Thinking became difficult, as dark images began to infect her id. 

"Sit." Leonn spoke, his Skakdi ability activated.

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IC: Skyra - Po-Metru -

"Sit." Skyra heard the Skakdi command even as she clutched her knee in pain, she wondered if it was broken, she hoped not. She felt the intense unease creep into her mind, she didn't want to be here anymore, whatever this Skakdi was doing she really didn't like it...it was hard to think. 

Despite everything, she managed to sit up, giving the Skakdi a defiant look despite how she was feeling. She had a hand ready to throw another dagger if she needed too. 

"Here's an idea..." She began, the words coming harder than she expected. "...how about we call this a draw? Y-You go your way, I go mine...we can kill each other next time..." Skyra normally wouldn't think of doing such a thing, but she really, really wanted to get away from Leonn, plus she wanted to go help Rose...she was getting worried about her...

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IC: Knichou, Dume's office

Knichou could hear Kanohi's faint signal coming through. He couldn't speak to respond, but he did have an alternative. Knichou's left hand was at his side, and he used it to slowly type out a message using a series of hand movements. A few moments later and the message popped up on Kanohi's heads up display.

Cnt talk rn. whart u need? -k

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IC: Kanohi - the region surrounding the Coliseum

Kanohi landed on the side of a building beside the Coliseum, panting for breath. He … did he understand Knichou correctly? It didn’t seem to be written in a Matoran dialect he knew, maybe it was what they used on Nynrah?

He rubbed his head, hoping he understand, and then replied as slowly and clearly as he could, though his voice quivered, “Okay. I am … getting tired. Not sure how much longer I can keep … keep rescuing Matoran. But if I do … break, I need you to know something. I saw something … strange. It might be nothing, but it might be important. Not sure if I can describe it. If you can, h-have the Toa of Psionics contact my mind. If not, I will try to explain as best I can.”

He didn’t know Vashni well, but she was a Toa. She could be trusted, and probably could easily reach his mind from here. He just … just had to let her in.

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IC: Rose - Po-Metru

The Ta-Toa was briefly caught up in the excitement of battle, when she remembered Skyra was still dueling the Skakdi. She looked over her should (her shield raised to protect from any front attacks while she checked her six), and saw the Le-Toa now sitting before Leonn, which certainly meant something was up. Rose felt angry, believing Skyra to now be in danger, and turned to charge towards the Skakdi from behind. She lunged towards him, intent on tackling Leonn.


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IC: Skorm (Ga-Metru)

 

Turning his head a moment too late to register the Bo-Toa, Tekmo's shield bash knocked the smaller toa off his feet and he tumbled for several feet. He continued rolling, until he fell off the edge of the bridge, and dissipated into shadow. Several second passed as Skorm slithered along the dark underside of the bridge, before he appeared at the entrance to the Great Temple. "When Mata Nui created this world, he ordained six rulers, my lords the Barraki. This is the natural order; I seek to right it. Unfortunately," he said as he extended his wristblades, "There are some that resist that order."

At the entrance to the temple, he held the advantage of a natural chokepoint. However, he was still outnumbered three-to-one. Skorm smiled; he had one more trick to help with that. "I will tell you one last time - surrender." He took a step forward, activating the Occan. His form forked into two near identical toa, one with a mask of bone white, the other with one of ebon black. Both of them had one wristblade extended.

"Your minds are clear of darkness," Sko said. "But even beings with the most noble intentions can be misled. Leave, now."

Orm narrowed his eyes at the three toa. "This is the last warning we will give. Be thankful we are as merciful as Lord Takadox. Persist, and we will kill you."

In unison, both of Skorm's manifestations activated their other handblades.

OOC: @Eyru @Toru Nui @Onaku

 

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IC: Dume | Coliseum, Office

“I learned magic, little one, somewhere you hopefully will never go,” Dume said with the best poker face Atamai ever witnessed. Whether or not Dume meant clown school Atamai wasn’t sure. Atamai certainly didn’t intend to go to clown school. He saw a matoran in the back of the sudden crowd wave, then they immediately went to recover their grasp on a large hammer before the handle fell to the floor. Were they a miner? As everyone filed into the room and Turaga Dume had the fused Great Disks, a matoran in strange armor that shifted to his environment finally perked up and spoke;

"Turaga, did you fuse all the great disks together? Is that why it's glowing?"

“Ah, the ex-Ghost. I imagined you’d be involved in all this. No, not all of them. Ta-Metru remains. I hope they will be able to get here safely.” Dume replied honestly. 

”Turaga Dume, I have concerns about your plan.

Said Okuo. Dume looked over at him and nodded. 

“So did the Mangai, and they butchered each other. Now is not the time for that.” Dume walked toward the hidden compartment behind his desk, opening it and slowly and gingerly pulling out several canisters that glowed with the same light as the one Zataka had taken earlier. He did a quick count to make sure she hadn’t taken one and hidden it. He counted one less than expected, then remembered the le-matoran who stole one made it less than the original number. Everything seemed in place. With a snap of his finger the Great Disk vanished and he collected all the disk with both hands, turning around in time to see a familiar toa of stone stride through the front office doorway, cape flapping behind as always.

“Did someone say ‘old friend’?”

said Stannis as he entered.

“I see you two know each other,” Dume said casually as Zataka and Stannis exchanged greetings. “This makes things easier. Welcome Stannis, arriving precisely when you meant to as usual: fashionably late.”

Dume walked back around the desk Zataka, Korruhn, and Leklo crowded around toward the matoran in the room. He took notice of Aradra and Taja whispering to each other in the corner, no doubt slowly becoming accustomed to their new form. He remembered the gangly experience of becoming a toa as a distant memory, but he’d forever remember the arthritis that came with turning into a turaga. The toa who originally arrived with the matoran from the airship let out a soft curse, no doubt mulling over something.

“My dear matoran, I am grateful for you all finding the Great Disks of Onu-Metru and Po-Metru. True to my work, I would like to invite you to join your new brothers and sisters in this room as toa. I know this is a great decision in these grave times, but your transformation will lead to the happiness of our people and the continued peace of this world. I used a more, well, forceful method for the first few today. But now that I am running out of energy I am resorting to providing you with toa stones from great heroes in the time before time. With the remaining energy I have I will act as the catalyst for you to receive your transformation. If you are ready, step forward and accept a toa stone.”

OOC: if you're a matoran that participated in the onu- or po- disk hunt and you don't want to be a toa, back out now.

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IC: Jutori - Dume's Office

This wasn't a terribly formal way to become a Toa, he thought, with all that was happening in the room. And he wasn't sure how he felt about the tension between the tall woman and Stannis, but Jutori decided not to think too much about it. This was the part where he strolled up to Dume proudly, accepted his Toa stone, and became what he'd dreamt of.

Instead, Jutori slowly walked past Atamai, sledgehammer in tow and dragging across the floor of the office, then rested it on its head with one hand on the handle and the other at his side. "I uh...I'm ready, Turaga Dume."

I hope I'm ready.


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IC: Tekmo (The Great Temple)

"Your 'order' is a sham." Tekmo readied himself for whatever Skorm-One and Skorm-Two would throw at him. Wooden spikes jutted out from his flesh, as hid green, prehensile vines that writhed like tentacles. "As is your 'mercy'."

 

IC: Ostrox (The Cortex)

Over the course of his career, Ostrox had gone to some vile, repulsive places. But this tunnel of flesh was a whole new low. What dark secret did the Matoran hide under their precious Coliseum?

Passing by some silvery Bohrok, whom thankfully ignored him, he came to a fork in the path. Before he could make a decision, he heard a crackle of thunder - coming from the tunnel on the right. After running down the meat corridor as quietly as he possibly could, he peered from behind the corner and saw Mazor and Irna being stared down by some... well, abomination seemed the most apt descriptor.

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IC: Knichou, Dume's office

Knichou wasn't sure how closely Dume had been tracking their progress, or if Dume was just well-traveled enough to recognize the insignia of Knichou's exile emblazoned on the Fe-Matoran's chestpiece. Knichou's armor at this point was still in its flight configuration - the only environmental hazard up here was a long fall.

Knichou continued to hastily type out another message to Kanohi.

busy, mite tke a min. u mite need ot get closr 2 -k

After that he began trying to make eye contact with Vashni. Are you listening Vashni?

The Fe-Matoran did not budge from his position.

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IC: Turaga Dume | Coliseum

Turaga Dume noticed the new toa of plasma Leklo having a bit of a panic attack in the office. Korruhn seemed on it though, so he let it be for now. Many matoran became toa during Turaga Dume's lifetime. All of them experienced some effects in the process. If things didn't improve though, Dume would check in. He wasn't an absolutely heartless monster he liked to think.

With great care Dume handed Jutori a toa stone from one of the canisters. It was a deep purple color, glittering in the light of the sunsets. "You are embarking on a new chapter in your destiny. Hold this close to your heartlight and breathe deeply."

And as Jutori did as he was told, Turaga Dume placed his hand on the crystal and shouted. The energy in the crystal blossomed, cocooning Jutori in golden light. When it ended, Jutori grew taller, emerging metamorphosed. Dume smiled, and nodded appreciatively. Then, he looked toward the next matoran to step forward.

 

OOC: Jutori beeg toa energy now. Go write a new sheet.

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IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (Overpowered)

This, he could not have predicted.

Rose successfully charged Leonn, who was focusing on his next words to Skyra. Throwing him to the ground, the Le-Skakdi grunted and screamed in pain as the knife was pushed further into his gut. He struggled, but the wounds were finally beginning to take their toll.

He'd been caught.

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IC: Korruhn - Dume's office

His hands still firmly clasped onto Leklo's shoulder, Korruhn's concern began to grow to a swell watching his friend mentally crumble in fear before him, no knowledge of why, nor of how to fix it. It troubled Korruhn deeply that, now with his newfound powers associated with Tohood, he was still powerless to help his friend. 

"Waitwaitwait, please, slow down," Korruhn's voice carried an empathy unbecoming of it's beastly tone. His eyes carried concern. "I need you to take a breath and describe to me what you're seeing, so I can help."

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IC: Kanohi - the region surrounding the Coliseum

Kanohi looked at the ruins of this once great city. He … he should be out there. But if this … this thing he saw was important, someone needed to know. And more importantly, he needed to rest. Just … just a little.

His hands fluttered with guilt he … he didn’t want to let the Matoran down. But he … he was no use to anyone if he ran himself ragged. Small manageable tasks.

Finally he grappled away, before landing on a window of the coliseum. He … he wasn’t very close to Dume’s office, but he … he needed to be close to the city. He propped himself inside the window, panting as he sat there. Just … just gather his strength, maybe eat something, use a regeneration disk to mend his armor a little, just recover. Then when he had recovered and Toa Vashni had gotten his message, make his way back into the fray.

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IC, Atamai: Coliseum

Atamai watched in awe as Jutori was changed before his eyes. Without the use of a suva. Wow. That kind of power is... I need to know more. 

Atamai was the next to step up to Dume. The whole journey with his companions had lead up to this moment. “I think I’m ready,” he said. “Though would you mind sharing the names of the Toa these stones came from?”

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IC: Sidra – Outside Coliseum

Dume started to move behind his desk, reaching into a drawer to retrieve something. 

Got you. Sidra powered up her mask, preparing to make her move… and then she faltered, fear getting the better of her. 

There were too many of them. Turaga and Toa and Titans, and Dume was about to make even more. She couldn’t fight them all. She doubted there was a Dark Hunter alive who could take on that many enemies at once. This was too much for her, too much for… No!

She couldn’t wait. The longer she waited, the greater the chance that someone else would interfere, or Dume would move where no one could reach him. It had to be done. It had to be now. 

Hesitation was for those who could afford to wait.

Hesitation was for the weak.

Lariska had taught her that. 

Life had taught her that. 

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Odina (Long Ago)

Lariska and Sidra danced across the arena, slivers of silver darting deftly between them as the two Dark Hunters exchanged blows. Sand crunched and shifted, miniscule plumes flicking into the air as their rapid footwork churned the surface. Sparks sputtered as their chipped training blades glanced off one another, again and again.

Sidra could tell her mentor was holding back, all but toying with her. She’d seen Lariska take down opponents in seconds, toppling all manner of far stronger, more powerful beings with impassive, effortless ease. 

That was what Sidra knew she needed to become to survive here. 

She swung her sword horizontally towards Lariska’s waist, only for the Dark Hunter to trap the blade between her two daggers, and bring her foot up to kick Sidra on her exposed side. 
Sidra staggered sideways, making a sound somewhere between a cough and a wince. 

Despite her pain, she yanked her blade back and brought it around for a clumsy overhead strike, which Lariska sidestepped, before whipping the flat of her dagger down atop Sidra’s hands as she brought her sword down. 

The sudden contact of cold steel on her fingers provoked an instinctive reaction from Sidra, who yelped in pain and dropped her blade. And then the dagger was at her throat, and the fight was over. 

“You’re holding back,” Lariska scolded, “Don’t.”

“Hey, I don’t want to actually hurt you!” Sidra protested. 

“You won’t,” Lariska replied, grinning like a Takea, “That compassion… you need to let it go. It’s only going to hold you back. The other Hunters here won’t afford you that same courtesy. Your targets definitely won’t.” 

She hooked her foot under the fallen sword and flicked it up into the air, forcing Sidra to awkwardly grab it, almost cutting her fingers in the process. 

And then Lariska was on the offensive again, daggers slashing. A panicked parry and rushed riposte bought Sidra a second’s reprieve, and she backed away, trying to decide on her next move.

“Even in training, you need to fight to kill, and expect the same from your opponent,” Lariska said, slowly circling around Sidra, moving with a kind of predatory playfulness. “Hunters are competitive. They hold grudges. Some of them are just plain sadistic. Plenty of recruits have met their death in ‘accidents’ in training or on missions.”

For a moment, an earnest tone slipped into Lariska’s voice. “Don’t become another statistic.” 

In that moment, it was like a switch had flipped in Lariska. Her gaze turned cold. Her stance steadied. She pounced, her dagger spearing towards Sidra’s throat. Sidra dropped her sword and seized the wrist holding the dagger with both hands, stopping it just short of drawing blood.  

Lariska’s eyes narrowed, and her second dagger darted between Sidra’s arms, narrowly gashing both of her wrists and nicking her neck as Sidra twisted away, being forced to release Lariska’s wrist as she did. 

The daggers came for her again, and this time Sidra ducked into a forward roll, snatching up her fallen sword as she scrambled upright. She slashed wildly as Lariska, who parried the strike with one of her daggers, then retaliated with the other. Sidra sidestepped, and slashed again, this time turning her wrist at the last moment to cause her blade to slice across the back of Lariska’s hand as she tried to block the blow with her dagger. 

Lariska cursed as she lost her grip on the weapon, taking a backwards step of her own as Sidra pressed her newfound advantage. She brought her blade in for another overhead swing, and this time Lariska brought up her other arm – her mechanical one – and allowed the blow to connect. 

Metal crunched, Sidra winced, and Lariska smiled. She released the dagger she was holding in her mechanical hand, caught it with her other one and placed it firmly at Sidra’s throat. 

“That was better,” she said, “Not great, but better.” 

“Wh- why?” Sidra stammered, half-expecting Lariska to finish her off then and there. 

“Why did I let you hit me?” Lariska stepped back, dislodging the sword from her arm, “Because it made you get close. It put you where I wanted you to be. I knew if I let you get that hit in, I would win.”

She picked up her dropped dagger, moving to place the pair on the rack of training weapons, while Sidra did the same with her sword. 

“There are many beings in this universe who are bigger than you, stronger than you, have powers beyond what you could hope to match,” Lariska said, “I have no powers of my own, but I’m one of the most feared beings here. Power on its own means nothing. What matters is what you can do with what you have.” 

She inspected the relatively superficial damage to her mechanical arm. 

“There’s no such thing as a fair fight. But with the right strategy, even the most unbalanced of battles can tip in your favour. Sometimes you won’t have to fight at all. Sometimes you need to be willing to suffer or sacrifice to get what you want.”  

“Is that what happened to your arm?”

“Oh no, that’s a very different lesson, for another day,” Lariska chuckled, “All I’ll say is that there are worst fates than failure. Keep that in mind when you’re out on the job.” 

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Coliseum (Present)

Failure wasn’t an option.

She didn’t have to fight all of them. She just had to cut the head off the Doom Viper. 

She glanced at her iStone screen. Her nektann’s footage revealed that Dume was in front of the desk again, transforming yet more of the Matoran. All of their focus was on him. 

Now was her moment. 

She sheathed her sword and drew her rhotuka launcher, before activating her mask and stepping into shadow. She walked through blackness, her every step seeming to carry her higher even though the ground felt level. As she drew near to the window of light that signalled the end of her journey, she charged up her launcher, her rhotuka spiralling into life, eager to be released.

And then the Dark Huntress Skirmisher sprang forth from the one static shadow in the office – that of Dume’s desk – and before she had even fully emerged, she loosed her razored rhotuka at the Turaga’s exposed back. Got you.

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IC: Rose - Po-Metru

She got up, breathing heavy, and pointed her flamethrower at the downed Skakdi.

"Are you...okay?" she asked Skyra.


OOC: Jutori post after I finish his new profile. And then, something special...
 

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IC: Okuo - Coliseum

Okuo grumbled, stepping away from everyone else and walking tl the window, taking a deep breath of the air streaming in through the broken glass. Curiously he eyed the whole thing. Moments earlier, a big brute had come crashing through, leaving shattered glass in his wake. His eyes now trailed that destruction. The broken shards of glass lining the frame, the hairline fractures in some of the bigger pieces still in place, the nektann drone...

Wait. A NEKTANN DRONE?! Someone was watching them. Speedily he began walking back to the Turaga, and was about to speak up. Then he heard it. He felt it. Someone teleporting into the room right next to them. There was no hesitation. He didn't even look. Transposing his body between the Turaga and the teleportee, Okuo flung himself at Dume to tackle him to the ground.

"TURAGA DUME, GET DOWN!!!"

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IC: Jabali - Dume's Office

It took not very long at all for the newcomers to gather and return to the office on the fiftieth floor. A little task, sure; but a task completed successfully, nonetheless, which caused a small swell of pride in the Po-girl's chest. Honestly, she so rarely heard that she had done well - while she was good at her work, it often went unappreciated by her fellow Matoran of Stone, who saw her as more of an annoying nitpicker than anything else - so the sense of having accomplished something, even so small?

She could hardly be blamed if it made her feel good.

Once again, she let herself fade into the background. The affairs of Toa were far above her; and while she silently winced at Zakata's suggestion of collapsing sculptures in Po-Metru as a measure against the enemy - all that hard work, wasted! - she kept the protest to herself. The titan and some of the Toa were too busy with the city defences for her to interrupt, Dume was no doubt going to be zapping more Matoran into Toa at any moment... and Toa Stannis had again made an appearance.

She literally had nothing to add here and now.

While she didn't make any move to step forward, as Turaga Dume called for the other Matoran, neither did she think to step back. She wasn't involved, wasn't part of this, and was sure everyone present knew it; she didn't need to represent that visually. So she just stood, hands clasped behind her back, pretty much content with just being a spare part until she could be useful again.

And then for a moment, the barest a moment, she caught a slight pre-emptive flash of movement emerging from deep in the darkest shadow of the room. She didn't have time, even, to process the a new being suddenly and impossibly emerging from that darkness; she fumbled again for her teleportation disks, a half-formed cry of warning already on her lips.

 

((ooc: quite honestly... whatever happens with the Toa Stones, I'm fine with. Jabali herself has no desire to become a Toa, and her contribution to the disk hunt was... next to nothing, truthfully! But I also wouldn't object to things taking a direction that she's not prepared for. Whichever way the scene wants to flow, honestly ^^))

 

IC: Zecrillia - Great Furnace Exit

"Right... right, yeah."

The sight of the advancing League soldiers, the imposing warlord at their head, had frozen her to the spot for a moment. In spite of the heat, in spite of the fact that she was still sweating buckets even now that she was out of the furnace itself, a chill ran down the Vortixx's spine; she was looking, she knew, at one of those who she felt certain was to blame for her brother's murder. Zecrillia still knew nothing of the story there, only that his head had been returned to their home, branded with the unmistakable symbol of the warlords; but she ached to claim vengeance for him. And now, presented right to her...

Was an utterly unwinnable battle. She had, what, a dart launcher and a valuable disk with the power of enlargement?

The Swordsman was telling her to go on ahead; Zecrillia finally tore her eyes from the imposing Barraki to focus again. He was right, the disk needed to reach Dume... while he was probably going to be of more good in the thick of the fight, rather than accompanying her. The Vortixx's mouth worked in silence for a moment, before she found her words.

"Yeah. Catch you later, I guess."

In the meantime, it seemed, the city itself was watching out for them as it spilled molten waste across the warlord's path. On a whim, Zecrillia pulled her dart launcher, shot one of her sleep darts over the river of slag and in Kalmah's direction. It may not even have reached him - and even if it did, chances were it would just bounce off his armour; and on the even slimmer chance it were to find real flesh it wouldn't do much but put him out for a few minutes - but it was at least a small act of defiance. She didn't wait to measure her success, however; tossing a good luck gesture in the Swordsman's direction, Zecrillia took off at a run.

Away from the army, and towards the distant monolith of the coliseum.

 

((ooc: Still pondering quite where Varxii's going now; I'll try and get something more going with her in the morning! ^^))

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"I see death!" Leklo cried, punctuated by pointing his finger at Zataka, Stannis, and then Dume. "I see... the people they have killed. The lives they've affected. Their spirits surround them! And Dume... is the bloodiest of them!"

 

Stannis, meanwhile, took another powerful pace into the office. Something was wrong—his senses told him such, the same that warned him of impending doom before Nuparu was assassinated. His pearly eyes scanned the space for the thing that bothered his senses, it was not immediately discernible but whatever it was was in the room. "Dume," he said evenly, with the genteel patience of a professor, "you owe it to your new army of toa. What is your plan?"

And then the room went to disaster.

Toa Leklo felt a great many things, fear chief among them, but there was plenty of the man he was before still in him, and his eagerness for stunts and adrenaline pumping urged him upright. Out of pure reflex his mind activated the Kanohi Pea and things just... changed. The dice fate threw were rerolled and the chances of the assassination on Dume were drastically lowered. There were too many things at stake yet—too many answers left unsaid—for Dume to die yet. But further, Leklo was deeply afraid what would happen if the man who was surrounded by so much death died himself. 

Stannis shrugged to himself. No, that's not it...

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IC: Mata-Nui, Cortex

 "Leave now, or suffer the same fate."

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By Karzahni....

Irna's spear was up before she even realized it -- shoulders back and body turned to the side, just as her mother had taught her. But she could barely think of what to do, how to fight ... how to fight....

"Mazor," she whispered. "What is this thing?"

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I sighed once Zecrillia had gone. Part of me felt like we should have stuck together, but the disk took priority and behind me, the district was being razed by the very monsters that live under our beds. I had seen what the world outside Metru Nui looked like in my quest to stay as far from Vella as I could--I would not allow that to happen here.

I turned on my heel and drew my obsidian sword, dashing out of the alley towards the antlered being I'd witnessed before. "Drop that Matoran, you cur!" I shouted, swinging my blade towards his midsection, my eyes now blazing like the fires of the furnaces.


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IC: Nale Vella - Archives

The sights inside the Archives were nothing short of horrifying. The League had little regard for the Matoran who worked there, or the history kept within its walls. It was all just a prize to be ripped open and stolen from. Nale scanned the area with her scope, her crosshair landing on the head of the Vortixx who had kicked an Archivist down the borehole before them, before catching herself and aiming for his legs and firing. She didn't watch to see if the shot hit, instead turning her attention to the members of Mantax's species (the Mantaxes? The Manti?) looting and firing another round off in their direction, striking one in the shoulder. The Fa-Toa sniper looked to Arkius.

"Go on ahead, I'll watch your back from here."


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"Excuse me!" Mazor shouted at the Avatar pointing his Kanoka launcher at it, His voice was charged with fear, confusion and rage. "But I'm done taking orders! Ever since I got this Karzing Krom Cube thing people have been telling me what to do and where to go, and I haven't had time to proplerly think! And whenever I think I'm going to get the answers I need," He glanced at Nuju's body, "It just gets more cofusing!" He turned back to the creature, giving it a glare of pure spite. "We are not leaving!" His voice lowered, and grew cold. "I want to have a civilized discussion. You are going to answer my questions, and then I'm going to decide what I will do next."

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After that he began trying to make eye contact with Vashni. Are you listening Vashni?

IC: Vashni - Dume's Office -

Vashni did a quick read of Knichou's mind, enough to understand what he was trying to tell her. She quickly contacted Kanohi, or least attempted to. .:Hello?:.

Then naturally everything went to karz. Vashni locked onto the Dark Hunter and quickly used her elemental power to telekinetically push Dume's desk into her. 

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IC: Skyra - Po-Metru -

Skyra shook her head, looking at Rose. She felt relief that Rose was with her, but that lingering sense of dread was still clouding her mind. "He did something to my head...I'm not sure what..."

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IC: Mata-Nui, Cortex

"Then ask.  Be warned, you may not like the answers you receive.  I can tell you now, your survival depends on turning around right now and ceasing to interfere with nothing short of My will."  Mata-Nui's Avatar held its mace high, ready to strike down any sudden movements.  A silver Bohrok entered the room and began... "cleaning up" Nuju's corpse.

OOC: @Smudge8 @Conway

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Kanohi’s mind was … full of static, just a constant buzz of thoughts, doubts, wandering distractions. Despite it all, his mind remained a blizzard, and it would remain that way. But as he felt Vashni’s mind brush against his, he struggled to focus. And just as she peered into his mind, he shared the vision

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The world vanished for Kanohi, shards of glass erupting from his eyes. He stumbled backwards, to see the shards of glass drifting in the void. As if a playful Garai user was making them dance. He stared and the shards bumbled and struck each other, with each collision green sparks striking between them. Until before his eyes the image had merged into a small chain of islands on the ocean.

Kanohi … his hands moved on its own, reaching out towards the island. As his hands extended the image rippled, like the fumes of the Great Furnace. Before Kanohi’s gaze he could see waves slamming into the islands, small huts pounded by the ocean. The water drew higher and higher, smothering the shanty-towns on the coast as a dying flame.

The Fe-Matoran felt his heartlight beat as a lighthouse, and his hands shot out, trying to push away the waves, shove the water aside. But the water slipped through his fingers, forcing his hands open. His optics shook in horror, he kept trying, but water was beyond him. He could only look as a marble of water spread across the islands like an infected mask, until the last town was pulverized into powder. As that town was shredded  a solitary crimson flag was uprooted from the force,  and slammed straight into his eyes, coiling around his head. Kanohi clawed at his face, struggling to get the banner off—

 

I do not know what it means,” he thought at her, oblivious to any chaos potentially happening involving assassins, “maybe I … I am breaking. But I feel … better at coping now. I … I don’t think I am breaking. So … if you think it might be useful, share it with the others. I just … I wanted to make sure the Toa knew, in case it was important.”

He slumped over on his perch, breathing steady. Just … relax. Calm down. His thoughts couldn’t stop racing, but he needed to breathe for a bit. Just … one step at a time. Then back into the fray.

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IC: Mazor-Cortex

Mazor sighed as his body untensed, his Kanoka launcher was still ready but he looked much less on edge. His face went from furious to exhausted. "Where am I?" He said calmy, "What are you? What is this thing?" He pulled out the cube, "And what is it supposed to do?"

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IC: Jutori - Dume's Office

His first thought was, Wow, that felt really weird. His second was, I'm tall now.

Jutori looked at his hands and the rest of his body in awe, now a full-fledged Toa of Gravity. His legs felt a bit wobbly, but he quickly straightened them out and took on a more admirable posture. His sledgehammer--now a Toa tool more fit to his current size--sat beside him on the floor, apparently dropped during the transformation. He remembered his element and focused, the question of "what does it feel like when a Toa uses their powers?" now being answered. The tool lifted from the ground slowly, and once in reach he smiled and took hold of it, hefting it over his shoulder like he had before, but now with much more ease.

The grinning Ba-Toa looked around the room, now able to see eye-to-eye with his own recently changed peers. 

And then things got very confusing.


IC: Rose - Po-Metru

Skyra seemed distressed. The idea the Skakdi had done something to her made Rose even more mad. She stomped her boot on his back.

"What did you do, heretic? Huh?!"


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"Where are we? We are inside My head.  This is the center of My mind.  You are where all universal operations stem from.  If, say, some callous Toa were to unleash a Nova Blast here, nothing short of the death of the universe would occur.  What am I?  The better phrasing would be, 'what are we?'  We are the Great Spirit incarnate.  I am Mata-Nui manifest so I may directly exert My will.  Which leads to your third question.  That artifact is the key to my own eternal life in this form.  Its purpose is to stabilize this composite body, as I'm sure you've noticed the sheer energy We are composed of is eternally restless."  Mata-Nui extended his free hand with an open palm towards Mazor.  "It was My will that brought you here.  It was My own forces that guided your destinies.  You were made to bring that artifact to me.  Now the time has come.  Grant me the artifact, and witness the Destiny of Mata-Nui fulfilled."

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