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IC: Vaíl, Bright Star Inn, Le-Koro


Vaíl’s thoughts are something of a fog themselves, and she stumbles through them, wandering eagerly toward the subject of foreign lands, for the idea has always fascinated her. She opens her mouth to urge Ferellis to continue.

Wait.

She recognizes then her companion’s averted gaze, her defensive posture, her distracted fiddling with the glittering remnants of her sugary abomination. Vaíl reels herself in just in time.

When she does speak, it is with concern, though perhaps not with much tact. “Hey, uh. Is everything all right?”

OOC: @Mel


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 [Le-koro, Bright Star Inn (Ferellis)]

Ferellis gave her drink one last swirl before downing the entire thing, savoring the sweetness as it went down her throat.

“I don’t think everything was ever all right.   I think it was all wrong to start with and maybe it became kind of all right for a spell—but now it’s gone back.”

She stood up, putting one hand against the bar to steady herself.

“I should head out.  Going to have a Karz of a headache, come morning.”

OOC: @BBBBalta

Edited by Mel

There's a dozen selves inside you, trying to be the one to run the dials

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And some aren't even on your side.

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IC: Cipher - The Rockwall

The streak of searing sunlight tore through the calm blue skies, impossible to miss if you were anywhere short of being blind. There was no chance my little signal flare wouldn't garner a reaction from the Marines posted on the fortifications at any point in living memory— let alone within these tense few weeks that passed since Ko's invasion and subsequent recapturing.

"Be seeing you."

And if it somehow didn't, the Toa of Sand wearing my Calix that'd promptly leapt outta the brush and started hollering at the aforementioned Stationed-on-Posting sure would. I waited a few moments for his words to float through the air between us and my destination, delivered with enough bombast to blow those iron gates wide open— and the showmanship he'd treated me to nearly out of the water, to boot.

Three.

Then a faint sigh, followed by a costernation-filled Ga-Koro accent. He'd gotten their attention enough for a dialogue—

Two.

And attention enough for me.

One.

A spray of sea foam, and a crash of parting water erupted from the bay as he really worked to seal it.

We're live, folks.

Let's jam.

I narrowed my eyes and focused, squinting them at a point just atop the dome-shaped roof of the light chamber itself, high overhead of the many stone bricks that made for fortification, and by consequence the disgruntled Marines posted within and upon them. Now, I'd never used a Kualsi in my life, as previously stated, but once you learn the method of activation for one Kanohi, I was pretty sure you'd learned them all. The effect's strength is a product of conscious determination, but activation was like using a muscle or remembering a tune.

In my case, I cocked back the hammer in the recesses of my brain that functioned for purposes of breaking realty's rules, took a single breath longer to get the feeling of where I wanted to end up down, and pulled an invisible trigger. We all have our metaphors for it.

ffft-POP

And I was once there, suddenly here. It kind of felt like my stomach was turning upside down, maybe in the same way freefall does, but that was fine. More than a worthy trade-off for suddenly ignoring an easy few hundred yards of distance all told. That said, this wasn't the easiest ride in the world, either— I had my own work to do to keep this adventurous little romp from turning slapstick.

My left hand shot out to the side, grabbing hold of the metallic flagpole as my feet touched the weathered metal of the rooftop, the main line of defense against a season's worth of storms. It took'em a second to find purchase, given the structure— mostly smooth curves made for a fun balancing act. But, I'm not a rookie, and I've also been in enough stupid incidents near the village of water's architecture (at least twice) to not flail around like a newborn up here.

I pivoted to the other side, switching grips on the flagpole-and-weathervane as the turn on my heel kept me in place. I shoulda seen it coming, but that warp had kept my bearing the same. No idea if it was due to my own ignorance or just by design of the mask, but that moment of adjustment had probably given my partner down there ample time to verify that I'd gotten up here as he'd conjured up an arm of wet sand from the shallows below. Buffeted a little towards the center by the wind, I shot my guy a brash thumbs-up with my free hand, before dropping into a low crouch.

I've also had experience with fighting breezes. Won't say how or why. If you know, you know.

Before anything else, though, I needed to make sure I wasn't going to be dropping into a whole cadre of now-extremely-annoyed Marines guarding the giant lantern itself— I'm not dumb enough to think that my entrance was totally silent, just dumb enough to think that a lot of light and a lot of sound in the other direction could mask it, provided a culprit looked like they were there to source it.

I crept forward in my new low profile, gazing out over the side back onto the scene with Verak and the Marines, and checking for sound, sight, or sign that I had a few of my own to worry about up here.

Or the better way to put it— how many were up here, worrying about me.

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IC: Trava (Pala-Koro)

"Hmm? Oh, right, right..." Trava responded absently. She was still not super clear about what the deal with Pala-Koro was, honestly, she just knew she liked the vibe of it as it was right now.

Trava looked over at the Toa, raising a brow in mild confusion. The Toa wasn't looking quite in her direction, she could recognize someone on the lookout.

"You looking for something?" she asked.

OOC: @Goose


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IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - The Edge of the Fau Swamp

It was honestly more than a little inspiring how Hakari seemed unfazed by the ordeal with the parasite. Seeing a noble Gukko puppets by pulleys and strings of vibes, roses growing from its beak, probing for prey, searching for the glow of Heartlights, she could have been infested. And she could only focus on how pretty the Keea was.

Kanohi … he was only a Matoran, she outclassed him in any term of power, but after he had neglected her in the fight … he did not want this carefree Lesterin to suffer. He wanted to protect her, her and all the people of Mata-Nui.

He couldn’t let anyone else get infested.

The vigilante shook his head and heard an unfamiliar rattling along with his wooden masks clanking. He looked at his still partly disassembled Volo Lutu Launcher … he could not help anyone if it was not perfect. The Fe-Matoran began to get back to work mending and modifying his grappling hook, readying it for the journey ahead.

OOC: @ARROW404 @Onaku @Snelly

Edited by Harvali
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"Danger is the anvil on which trust is forged"-Jaller(Jala) :smilejala: 
"We're on our own here-like we've always been-and we'll stand or fall on our own"-Tanma
"He may seem slow and strange to you, but his simple words often carry a hidden wisdom"-Turaga Vakama on Kapura

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IC: Okuo - Edge of Fau Swamp

Itahi, in all their blue feathered glory, seemed unperturbed by the attention it was receiving, remaining at ease in accordance with its rider's calm. Okuo read Kanohi's words, nodding in understanding. "It certainly sounds like a harrowing experience to have encountered. I hope-" "Your bird is so pretty! Can I pet it?" Okuo turned to the Lesterin at her question, nodding to her while her companion wordlessly attended to it as she wished to. "Of course. I uh-" Turning back to Kanohi as he'd begun to work on some contraption strapped to his wrist, he looked back to Hakari with a simple nod and a smile while gesturing to his Kewa, before he then gently approached the Matoran vigilante, looking the grappling hook over curiously while refraining from Kanohi's personal space. "What are you working on there?"

Itahi gently pecked at Lapu's wooden armor, picking out a seed lodged in there and devouring it happily.

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IC: Kuhrin (Lake Pala North)

A part of me always wants to be caught. If I were caught, my guilt would be proved, and a deserved punishment wrought upon me. But none who ever catch me know the true extent of my crimes - they always let me live.

A hollowed out tree trunk rests on the bank, reaching out to rescue a trio of irretrievable boulders from the water. I balance across its back, and leap to the boulders, darting across them with the agility and speed of a trained killer.

Why do they always let me live?

But the boulders lead nowhere, and now I'm over water deeper than my height. I could swim, certainly, but my lungs wouldn't carry me far enough. Besides that, the Huna seems to have trouble underwater.

Even as a servant of darkness I failed to become notorious enough to be remembered. The blood on my hands goes unnoticed. So they always let me live.

"You looking for something?"

My attention is yanked back towards the village. One of them saw something. They probably don't know what they saw just yet, but it was enough to be suspicious.

The Huna flickers. Again. ###mit. It wants me to be caught, too.

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On 10/12/2021 at 11:14 AM, Geardirector said:

IC: Trava (Pala-Koro)

4 minutes ago, Wotz said:

IC: Kuhrin (Lake Pala North)

IC: Kaelynn (Pala-Koro)

Without shifting her gaze, Kae raised a finger to her mouth, signalling for Trava to be quiet. She was sure, this time, that she'd caught a glimpse of someone - Huna user, or... Volitak, maybe?

She began slowly to lower her hand, and then, without warning, flicked her wrist; a gust of wind blew towards the hidden figure, enough to potentially knock them off their feet.

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IC: Kuhrin (Lake Pala North)

The water ripples -  wind, too powerful and precise to be natural - I leap into the air to avoid its full force. It carries me backwards as I curl in the air, turning a somersault into a dive, and descend into the water.

They must have seen the splash. Still, I swam hurriedly towards the village on the breath I had, staying far enough below the surface that I would not be immediately visible.

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IC Kanohi - Le-Wahi - The Edge of the Fau Swamp

The cross-wired vigilante blushed beneath his many masks, and paused to write a quick message. His circles were a bit sloppy, he was a little self conscious about the attention Okuo gave him.

I am trying to repair and improve my Volo Lutu Launcher. The trigger can sometimes get stuck, and if I cannot grapple and there is a nearby predator or a forest fire, I won’t be able to help anyone, let alone myself.

He hurriedly went back to tinkering with the mechanism. Its … funny, he did not know his past, he had washed up on the island as amnesiac as Hakari must have. Had he been an inventor in the past, an engineer? He had an instinct for tinkering, one of the first things he had done on Mata-Nui so long ago was build a spear.

 But instinct wasn’t the only reason he knew how to fiddle with a Volo Lutu Launcher. Nichou had taught him how to shape wood, Aurax had taught him of mechanisms and machinery. Yes he had gotten experience tinkering and scavenging devices lost in the jungle, but they helped him understand.

Poor Aurax. The visions Kanohi had seen, the Rahkshi, the suddenness, the wrongness, the unfairness, it was haunting. Aurax should have been destined for more than to be killed by a Rahkshi medic.

Still, as awful and cruel as it was, there was nothing that could be done about Aurax’s fate now. He was dead, his destiny cut short by the Makuta. All Kanohi could do was mend his Volo Lutu Launcher, and hope that the next time a Rahkshi tried to abruptly stab a Matoran, he would be able to grapple over and yank the villager out of the way.

OOC: @ARROW404 @Onaku @Snelly

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"Danger is the anvil on which trust is forged"-Jaller(Jala) :smilejala: 
"We're on our own here-like we've always been-and we'll stand or fall on our own"-Tanma
"He may seem slow and strange to you, but his simple words often carry a hidden wisdom"-Turaga Vakama on Kapura

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IC: Trava (Pala-Koro)

"That's a real big something alright" Trava quipped as she jogged back to the edge of the lake. Someone was underwater, and she fired up her Kanohi again. However it was wasn't entirely successful in going unnoticed. They faded in and out of vision, and with her sharpened eyes she spotted them swimming under the surface of the water.

"Here!" she called to Kaelynn, pointing where she could spot their stranger.

OOC: @Goose @Wotz


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IC: Lapu

A Rahi flew overhead, then another. Lapu straightened up, glancing at them, then turning to face the direction they have come from. He sniffed the air. Nothing yet, but... There went another Rahi, then a flock. The brush cracked with the sound of small terrestrial Rahi on the move. Something was wrong. This behavior pattern usually meant... fire. He looked at the others and knocked his armor to get their attention. He waved his hand toward Kanohi's pad. The pigmentation of the wood altered, the shape of a flame appearing across the grain of the flat surface. With his message delivered, he reached up, arm stretching out as the plants on his arm grew, and latched onto a high branch. He pulled himself up and perched upon it, peering into the forest, trying to discern the precise location.

The jungle didn't used to catch fire. Far, far too wet. The plants here were not adapted to fire. This was the work of the nameless evil, it had to be.

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