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#1 Offline Kakaru

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Posted Feb 11 2013 - 03:28 AM

The Ga-Matoran village was unusually loud ever since the talking fish plague. The Po-Matoran settlement across the bay wasn't happy either because sounds carries well over water. At night the fish could be heard chattering nonstop, occasionally interrupted by a cry of "SHUT UP" from the carvers. One insolent fish would always reply with a smug "NO." Turaga Onewa had become fed up after his third night awake and called a counsel of Turaga at Kini-Nui.Turaga Nuju complained the loudest in his clicks and chirps, even if his problems weren't associated with the issue at hand. Since Matoro had died in a freak Muaka accident there was nobody to translate for him, and Matau had taken up a game of matching Nuju's words to a beat while Whenua chanted along. Nuju hated it and his reserved attitude quickly devolved into stabbing at Matau's feet with his staff. Nothing ever got done at these meetings anymore.
"Remember when we were Toa and we actually saved islands?" Vakama asked idly.
"Metru-Nui was overrun and destroyed, Vakama," Nokama growled.
"Good times, yeah."


Onewa sat at his stone desk with his head in his hands. A fish sat in front of him, blathering away about the weather and the latest koli game and how handsome Huki was. It gasped. "I have become self-aware! I am not a halibut!" Onewa flicked at it and it flopped happily, opening and closing its mouth and rolling it eyes around to look up at the Turaga before continuing its endless tirade of the most inane topics on the face of Mata-Nui. The elder decided that a walk along quieter shores would be wise. He wasn't about to get any sleep here.The telescope overlooking the beach of Ta-Wahi stood silent and reverent, a monument to the first heroes of Mata-Nui and a prophecy of those to come. Onewa started the climb hesitantly, stopping many times to sit down, catch his breath, and admire the moonlight glinting off the waves far below. He was in no hurry. The climb wasn't to be made by weary, sleep-deprived elders and haste would solve their problems no sooner. Mostly because it meant that he would pass out and fall down and die. That wasn't a great thought.The moon peaked in the sky and began its descent as Onewa reached the top and plodded to the telescope. He swung it around on its arc and aligned the red star in the center. Suddenly everything made sense as the stars came into focus. 


Onewa spat out an inappropriate metaphor and effectively strangled the telescope with both hands. 


The Makuta was content with himself. He had discovered lately that being malicious was only half as fun as being insufferable. This fish thing was a good start to his insufferable campaign, he felt. Everyone hated talking fish.

Edited by Kakaru, Feb 10 2014 - 02:33 AM.

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