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#41 Offline Elrond of Rivendell

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Posted May 06 2013 - 04:27 PM

[color=rgb(178,34,34);]IC(Garren, Ta-Wahi): [/color]


[color=rgb(178,34,34);]Ta-Wahi was like the calm after the storm. Most of the matoran had settled down to tend the wounded, a few had already begun cleaning up the damage that countless Rahkshi of Disintegration and Fragmentation had inflicted upon the walls and buildings of the city. The inhabitants of this islands were nothing if not resillent. The city was as peaceful as it always was, possibly even more so, with the apparent destruction of Makuta himself. The island would grow, the people would innovate and build, and peace would reign.[/color]


[color=rgb(178,34,34);]      And Garren hated peace. Peace held people together, gave them unity when they would otherwise be at each other's throats. It dulled emotion, and reduced otherwise powerful beings to pawns in a leader's hand. The "good" beings would inflict moral order upon the population, and bring all the people under one banner, smothering or destroying anything that got in their way. The class of the warrior would die, replaced by the laborer and innovator. Everyone would be "equal," and given "the same chance that everyone else gets."[/color]


[color=rgb(178,34,34);]      Or so they think. Garren smiled, hidden in the shadows, under a hood he had "borrowed" from a friend. Of course, the friend was no longer living, but that was irrelevant. Peace could never, would never rule as long as he lived. Chaos would live as long as peace would live; perpetuated by the very thing that sought to destroy it. The more the rulers of Mata-Nui tried to squeeze and mould their people into "model" citizens, the more inhabitants would slip through their fingers. Those who lived in this iron fist of rule would eventually die out, leaving only Chaos. Because when you have a closed fist, nothing can get in, and nothing can come out.[/color]


[color=rgb(178,34,34);]       Garren smiled; one of the first smiles in a long while. The smile held none of the malice, hatred, or insanity that one would expect from a "evil" toa. If anything, the smile looked almost content in its meaning, like a man who's just had a satisfying dinner.  Yet a single misdemeanor remained in that face, like an impish child that would not be restrained. Yes, Chaos would rule. It would come, it would rise, and it would fall, to give way to another kind of "peace." And then we will come full-circle again. For that is the balance of this world.[/color]


[color=rgb(178,34,34);]And who would want to upset balance?[/color]



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Posted May 06 2013 - 04:35 PM

IC: Bok Ga-Koro Rahkshi fight 


The Rahskhi advanced.


"Well, so much for getting back to Ga-Koro. Guess we're the first line of defense," said Bok to the two Toa he had been about to take to Ga-Koro.  Bok put his Kakama back on. "Ah that's better," said Bok as his power returned to him.  With a scream like a madman, Bok went charging into the horde of Rahkshi yelling "For Mata Nui!"


His first opponent was a yellow Rahkshi of Heat Vision.  Bok instinctively activated his Kakama and rushed aside when it fired two searing beams of heat straight at him.  Bok noticed that the Rahkshi seemed stunned after attacking.  With a mighty swing, Bok's hammer came crashing down upon the hideous creature's head.  Much to Bok's surprise, an orange and black worm crawled out of the fallen armor.  Bok fired a razor sharp piece of metal from his hand that tore the worm to shreds.




Bok felt an emotion course through his veins.  Fear.  The desire to run away from the battle filled Bok and it was all he could do to stand still.  Then, he felt another emotion.  Indignation, anger, fury.  Using his elemental control of Iron, Bok picked up the two Rahkshi in front of him and violently smashed them together until they were unrecognizable and bashed the pile of metal that was left over with his mighty hammer to make sure they were dead.  Amazingly, the Kraata Za, injured grievously, crawled out of the battered Turahk.  Bok picked up the Kurahk's staff  and sliced the slug in half.






The fear and anger left Bok after destroying the Rahkshi.  If these had controlled his very emotions, what horrible powers could the other hold?  As Bok was pondering this, a green Rahkshi charged towards Bok and prepared to stab him with its deadly poison.  Bok parried the blow just in time with the Kurahk's staff.  Bok thrust his staff forwards into the Lehrahk's chest.  It stuck.  The Lehrahk fell to the ground and the Kraata crawled out of its ruined armor.  A swing from Bok's hammer and it knew no more.




Bok saw a black Rahkshi in front of him and attempted to use his elemental powers to lift it.  Bok felt like trying to use his powers only made him...weaker.  He decided on a new strategy.  Bok brought his hammer down on the Vorahk's staff, shattering it like glass.  With it's staff broken, the creature reared back in surprise.  This time Bok was ready.  As soon as the Kraata emerged, Bok grabbed it and tore it in half.




That last fight had seriously weakened Bok.  He couldn't take much more.  Bok was flung to the ground and away from his hammer by an explosion.  The origin of the explosion, a Panrahk, walked up to the fallen Bok and prepared to strike.  Bok ducked to the side as the Rahkshi tried to skewer Bok.  Bok used his waning elemental powers to cause the Rahkshi's spine to collapse and crush its maggot-like pilot.




Bok was exhausted.  As he lumbered over to his hammer, he was pushed to the ground by a blue Rahkshi of Disintegration.  Bok used what little remained of his strength to summon his hammer.  As it flew towards Bok's outstretched hand, the Guurahk swatted it aside as one would a fly.  Using the very last of his power, Bok tore open the Rahkshi and sent its pieces flying in all directions.  He crushed the Kraata with his heel.


"Seven.  I got seven.  I guess I can live with that," said Bok.  It was now all he could do to keep his eyes open.  Bok saw a squad of Rahkshi flying towards him.  When they reached him, they merged into a smaller Rahkshi riding a horrible steed and a terrifying three-headed creature.


Or I can die with that, thought Bok as the two Kaita approached him.  Then something changed.  The fusions broke apart and the Rahkshi began fighting each other.  They brawled until only one was left.  The survivor approached Bok, but its eyes held a feral animalistic madness instead of an evil intelligence.  Before it could kill Bok, it was vaporized by yet another Rahkshi.  Bok fainted.


Bok dreamed of walking through a snowy mountain.  Then a Ko-Matoran appeared and led him to a cave.  The Matoran said something about knowing the location of an island called Arthaka.  The Matoran started gasping for breath as if choked by invisible hand.  A large figure with appeared, holding what looked like a Rahkshi's head mounted on a pole.  Then Bok was somewhere else, in a fortress.  He saw a Toa of Water killing the Ko-Matoran and a great golden being stood by laughing at the Matoran's last words.  Then Bok ran.


Bok woke up in a hastily constructed tent, with his hammer next to him.  He was being treated for his fortunately minor wounds.  His greatest problem was exhaustion and he had fixed this with his nap, which apparently lasted two days.  Were his dreams memories or idle fantasy? He did not know.  "Well, I guess now I make a life for myself."  "How many did you get?" asked a Toa of Fire.  Bok replied, "Seven."

Edited by ToaKapura1234, May 06 2013 - 04:48 PM.

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#43 Offline Cayde-6

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Posted May 06 2013 - 04:47 PM

OOC: More or less my last few posts of the year as I wrap up posting as my characters.

IC: [color=#0000ff;]Aurel[/color], [color=#008000;]Noira[/color] (Ko-Wahi), [color=#00ff00;]Sehrii[/color], [color=#ee82ee;]Nei[/color] (Ta-Koro), [color=#0000ff;]Auron[/color] (Po-Koro), [color=#696969;]Beynii[/color] (Ga-Koro), #61 (Le-Koro), [color=#000000;]Karkhalm[/color] (Onu-Koro),[color=#000080;] Dalia [/color](Ta-Koro):


[color=#0000ff;]"Hey Iegasa... Did you hear that?" Aurel asked, who was about to take another sip when she heard the screams of the horde as it fled from Ko-Koro. She wasn’t sure what would happen, and she was in no hurry to find out what had occurred outside of the shrine.[/color]

[color=#0000ff;]In fact, she was concerned more for Iegasa and Noira. Concerned that if they knew this would happen, and if the villagers from Ko-Koro would find the shrine. For if they found the shrine... She didn’t know what they would do to them. They served the Makuta... And the villagers might hurt them...[/color]

[color=#0000ff;]Protect them. She decided, outwardly giving no indication of these thoughts passing through her mind. Protect them, then look for Zacax again. He can wait, these two can’t.[/color]



[color=#008000;]Noira sat next to Iegasa, not taking a sip of her tea, and carefully watching Iegasa and their guests. While she said nothing, that didn’t mean she did not think.[/color]

[color=#008000;]And what she thought, was her singular greatest desire, one that she constantly thought, while she served Iegasa willingly and quietly.[/color]

[color=#008000;]I want to leave.[/color]



[color=#00ff00;]Sehrii sat upon the wall for Ta-Koro, looking approvingly at the small field outside of Ta-Koro. The battle had been hard-fought, and Sehrii was sure a joint in her shoulder had been disconnected by a group of the Rahkshi. But she didn’t have the time for that. Right now, she wanted to relax. [/color]

[color=#00ff00;]Relax, and plan where to go next. I wonder if the other villages were attacked like this...[/color]



[color=#ee82ee;]Nei sat with the other members of the Renouncers, staying quiet. It was Nei’s first real taste of battle. And she couldn’t say that she liked it. She’d seen Toa and Matoran alike cut down by the Rahkshi, all while defending the village.[/color]

[color=#ee82ee;]During the fight, she’d been temporarily cornered by a Rahkshi of hunger. She could feel the energy leaving her body, her body shutting down from lack of energy to stay conscious... Then the Toa showed up. She was silver and lime, and crushed the Rahkshi with her powers.[/color]

[color=#ee82ee;]Nei took the time to throw up. She eventually caught up with the rest of the Renouncers...[/color]

[color=#ee82ee;]But she hadn’t said anything since rejoining them.[/color]



[color=#0000ff;]"Haha! We're still alive Aelynn!" The Ta-Toa exclaimed, twirling a staff that formerly belonged to a Rahkshi of fear. He’d single-handedly slain the creature after a fierce battle with it. Auron took the staff as trophy, but he couldn’t get the Rahkshi’s effects out of his mind.[/color]


[color=#0000ff;]Fear. While his exterior was as happy, fear was the only real thing going through his mind. The Turahk’s powers made him relive... Almost all of his life.[/color]

[color=#0000ff;]“What are you? Some wanna-be hero?”[/color]

[color=#0000ff;]“Compared to us, you’re nothing. What did you even do as a Matoran!?”[/color]

[color=#0000ff;]“Stupid fool. Do us a favor and take some of the Skakdi with you when you die.”[/color]

[color=#0000ff;]“Look at this one, a little Ta-Toa, ripe for the kill...”[/color]

[color=#0000ff;]“What’s he doing!? Mata Nui... He’s out of control! Get away from him!”[/color]

[color=#0000ff;]“See what you’ve done? You’re nothing but a failure. We should have never brought you along.”[/color]

[color=#0000ff;]“Get lost before we kill you.”[/color]

[color=#0000ff;]The Ta-Toa crumpled down to his knees, barely keeping himself off the ground by using his newly-obtained staff for balance. The visions that had accompanied the sudden panic attack[/color]

[color=#0000ff;]“Mata Nui...” He said, gasping, “That wasn’t like during the fight... Or at night...”[/color]

[color=#0000ff;]As Auron slowly stood up, leaning on the staff for support, only one thought passed through his mind.[/color]

[color=#0000ff;]What’s wrong with me?[/color]




[color=#696969;]"Trieze. What just happened?" Beynii asked, looking back at Trieze.[/color]



The Toa that was known as #61 looked upon the remains of the battle. It disinterested her. She hadn’t really learned much about what was going done. Anyone, or anything that had tried to attack her suddenly found itself engulfed in plasma.

So she looked at the remains of the battle. Trying to figure out a rhyme or reason that the battle had taken place...



[color=#000000;]Karkhalm had been part of the battle. Although, for a completely different reason than ‘protecting the villages’. To Karkhalm, the Rahkshi were serious offenders. Unlawful sentience, weapon-carrying without legal permission, the unlawful act of drilling tunnels without a permit, major counts of property damage, crimes against civilization, crimes against matorankind, littering, air pollution, noise pollution, water pollution, unauthorized sacrifices, violating clause a7-46 of the Flying Objects Regulation Act, Membership of a terrorist/totalitarian organization, marching without a permit, unauthorized euthanasia, and disturbing the peace.[/color]

[color=#000000;]The problem with this, was that Karkhalm couldn’t find any live Rahkshi to put on trial for these crimes. Which was fine with him. So Karkhalm was back at work again, scouring Onu-Koro for drunkards and any minor offenders in the wake of the recent victory. The law never slept...[/color]



[color=#000080;]Dalia sat hunched-over in her chair, quietly looking at the glass of liquor in her hands. She hadn’t taken a sip since she ordered. It was her first glass. She knew that somewhere in the world, there was someone teaching about emotional wrecks, and was using her picture for an example. She put her drink on Agni’s bill, briefly describing the older Ta-Toa to the bartender. She mulled over her feelings from everything that had happened to her, as well as the recent victories that apparently had been won.[/color]

[color=#000080;]No money. No home. No weapons. No mask. Elemental power takes longer to charge, and I use more for less[/color]. She thought dimly. Angelus... Tuara... Emotia... The Angel-Toa... Utu... Echelon... Tank...

[color=#000080;]The only people that really mattered to the Ga-Toa. They all were awful. Except for Tank...[/color]


[color=#000080;]Angelus betrayed her for Tuara. Emotia was nice to everyone, and died for her pains. Utu got what he deserved, being made a slave to Echelon...[/color]

[color=#000080;]And Tank... He was a being that no one cared for. Tank told her to make something of her life, to go out there, and avoid making the mistakes he made. He betrayed people, just to meet his own ends.[/color]

[color=#000080;]What would Dalia do? Her attempts to escape, to see what that brilliant light was and start anew, it led her back to the start. She wanted out. Out and away.[/color]

[color=#000080;]She withdrew her good-luck charm. The stone piece with the bow and crown carved into it. The first thing she found since awakening in Le-Wahi with the mark of passion on her shoulder.[/color]

[color=#000080;]Dalia reached a decision. She pocketed the seal as a grin broke onto her face. She decided to let it all go. Let it go, and start a new life. Preferably one where she didn’t have to deal with evil servants of dark gods.[/color]

Edited by Varren Rehn, May 06 2013 - 04:51 PM.

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#44 Offline Silvan Haven

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Posted May 06 2013 - 04:59 PM

Kale Ironshaper- Ga-koro


IC: As the silver Toa got the last pieces of ammunition to their proper places, a cry rose from the army of rahkshi on the shore. It was one that dug into the primal parts of ones mind and triggered one of the bassist of instincts.




The sound of that cry coming from a hundred different throats, some of them adding their powers to the mix, froze Kale in place. It was like nothing he had ever heard before and made him feel small and weak. He had heard the stories, it took a full team of Toa working together in perfect sync to properly defeat just a few of them. There were a hundred of them out there and Ga-koro was trashed. They had the Fowadi and their pirate allies sure, but there had not even been time to come up with a plan.

This was it, they were all going to die.




Something else stirred inside him. He wasn't sure what it was and it would be a while before he figured it out. It may have been hope that brought him out of his stupor, it may have been the work of a higher power. Or it may have just been his Fe-tribe stubbornness rebelling against the idea that they were dead no matter what they tried.

Whatever it was, it got him up and moving to the side of the ship. The lines were moving towards the village of Water steadily, already a few elemental attacks were being tossed their way. They did next to no damage though.


Before the first on each side began to clash, the nearby pirate ship began to fire on the approaching rahkshi, prompting Kale to run along the deck doing the same. A full broadside was soon sent flying, hitting a few and missing others. Moving quickly, the Toa of Iron reloaded and was able to send another volley downrange before a pack of rahkshi descended from the sky where they had flown to deal with the object causing them the most trouble.


Jumping backwards, he dodged a blast of poison and thrust out his hand and sent a single command to the level one kraata's suit of armor.




With a shriek from its rider, the suit of battle armor fell apart into its constituent pieces, prompting a missive focusing of the Makuta spawn on the Ironshaper. A volley of bolts from a dozen different sources all flew at him, forcing him to begin a series of acrobatic maneuvers that sent all over the ship before he could bring his real weapon to bear.

With a sweep of his hand, the sand in his tube jumped forward, intercepting the next wave of attacks. It proved surprisingly effective as the more deadly powers such as shattering and disintegration simply made the sand even finer.


For a while after that, he did his best to keep the Sons of Darkness away from the ship and give the other crew members room to use their own tools and weapons. He caught of few here and there, but for the most part they were too nimble in the air. Eventually he tired, and the cloud of metal sand drew closer and closer until the only thing it could protect was himself. And after a few more minutes, he was unable to do even that.

Using the last of his elemental energy, he swept the cloud back into the tube and set it to the side. Picking up a rahkshi staff that had fallen nearby, he joined tho others in more short ranged combat.


Tiredly, he charged towards one a rahkshi of Anger that had boarded the ship. It was a plain, straightforward charge and easily dodged, which the rahkshi did. It struck out at his back as he went past and only a diving roll forward saved him from getting his spine sliced. Turning, he sent a series of kakama speed thrusts at the beast, sending it on the defensive. Even though it was not striking back at him though, he was unable to force it to back off. That was, until something happened. All over the battlefield, rahkshi were stopping and looking around like wild animals that had suddenly found them selves in the middle of a town. Kale took the opportunity to finish his off with a stab to the underside of the carapace, spearing the kraata within.


Breathing heavily, he all but collapsed, leaning on the staff and looking around at the battlefield. Everywhere, the vile beasts were being driven back by people who struck with renewed vigor. No longer did the rahkshi move with the swift surety and organization they had before. Now they were like a pack of wild animals, each one fighting for itself and on its own, sometimes even against each other. A mighty push was being made to get them out of the village, one that seemed to be working. Kale Ironshaper did not take part in it however, as he fell against the main mast and slowly fell into unconsciousness.


The following days were a mixture of boredom and work as he recovered from his overuse of his elemental powers and then got to work helping to fix up the town. Rumors were flying thick and fast as to the reason that the rahkshi had suddenly stopped their attack. The most prominent among them was something that people had been hoping for for over a thousand years.


What if the Makuta had died?


It made sense if one thought about it. His losses had been too severe for it to have been some sort of feint to draw them off guard. He had been about to win anyway.

One day, one of the guards around the giant hole reported foot steps could be heard from within. Fearing another attack, people gathered, ready to defend their homes once again. To the suprise of almost everybody, what came out was not a legion of rahkshi of rahi but a single Toa. One that nobody had ever seen before and one that bore a unique mask. The words that she spoke when she saw everybody sent the crowd wild.


"Makuta is dead."

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"I serve the weak. I serve the helpless. I am their sword and their shield. If you want to strike at them, you must go through me, and I am not so easily moved."



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Posted May 06 2013 - 05:07 PM

IC- Dorgath - Ta-Koro


[font="'times new roman', times, serif;"]Dorgath gazed out at the sunrise.[/font]
[font="'times new roman', times, serif;"]So much had changed.[/font]
[font="'times new roman', times, serif;"]Everything had.[/font]
[font="'times new roman', times, serif;"]The Makuta was dead. His God and his life and his purpose was now null and void.[/font]
[font="'times new roman', times, serif;"]The Turaga had been killed. Everything he hated was gone.[/font]
[font="'times new roman', times, serif;"]He had killed a Rahkshi. Done the unthinkable. Well, not by himself, but his had been the spear that had pierced it’s terrible carapace.[/font]
[font="'times new roman', times, serif;"]He had been a hero. People looked up to him now.[/font]
[font="'times new roman', times, serif;"]Everything that Dorgath had thought defined him had been turned on his head. Everything about him- his desires, hates, dreams- had all been washed away.[/font]
[font="'times new roman', times, serif;"]Now Dorgath could make himself into whatever he wanted. It was a weird prospect. His life was a blank slate. What was he going to make of it? What sort of person did he want to be? It was his to decide.[/font]
[font="'times new roman', times, serif;"]He had a lot to think about.[/font]
IC- Sovos - Ko-Koro
[font="'times new roman', times, serif;"]Sovos walked through the field of corpses, two knives held loosely in his hands. Rahkshi of all shapes and colors lay strewn around the battlefield. Fluids dripped from his knives onto their crushed shells. More fluid stained his black armor.[/font]
[font="'times new roman', times, serif;"]A sick smile spread across his Pakari. Truly, he was Mata-Nui’s champion. He had redeemed himself, for any Rahkshi was more powerful than the Reaper he had failed to kill. Sovos had been a god, moving too quickly and silently for the Rahkshi. He had  attacked and disappeared before the beasts had time to respond. He had assisted countless Toa in their attacks. He hadn’t died, when he was nothing but a Matoran. Who could claim more than that?[/font]
[font="'times new roman', times, serif;"]The small Matoran walked through the field of corpses, painted in blood, smiling. He was Mata-Nui’s champion. It was proven.[/font]

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Posted May 06 2013 - 05:44 PM

IC: Everyone (Po-Koro Desert)


Spikes of ice erupted from the ground, sending the two up into the air. Then they retracted fast back down, and the two fell hard to the ground. [color=#40e0d0;]"It's only a matter of time before you die. Just give it up and I'll make this less painful."[/color]


[color=#808080;]"You're going to have to do better than that to stop us. Hraaaggghhh!"[/color]


[color=#000000;]Flaredrick charged at the Toa of Ice, then slid under him and slammed his sword into his back. The Ice Toa stumbled forward, only to be met with a hard blow to the head by Lavist.[/color] He got knocked down to the ground, and lay motionless for a minute.


"He wasn't so tough." siad Lavist with enthusiasm.


[color=#000000;]Then the Toa rose up from the ground and snapped his neck. He turned around to the two, stunned. [/color][color=#40e0d0;]"Figured. I never liked foes that backed down."[/color]


With that the Toa of ice charged at them with his blade at hand.

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Posted May 06 2013 - 05:48 PM

IC: FeranFeran sat with the other Renouncers. He had just finished cleaning up several Rahkshi Carapaces and sat down to join the thers.The dying screeches of Matoran Toa, and Rahkshi Kraata haunted him.He had changed so much.Feran closed his eyes.
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Posted May 06 2013 - 06:01 PM

[color=#006400;]IC: Tellus- Ga-Koro[/color]


[color=#006400;]Once he, Lasinia, and Gunner had been dropped off on the docks, Tellus found himself in what was easily the most intense battle of his life.[/color]


[color=#006400;]At first, he'd hung back, using his powers over plant matter to try and make as much a difference as he could. Lily pads under the feet of Rahkshi on the ground suddenly rippled wildly, vines shot up to distract those flying through the air, walls of lily pad formed to intercept attacks. At first, the defenses held fast. Briefly, he wondered if this was how gods felt.[/color]


[color=#006400;]But it couldn't last.[/color]


[color=#006400;]Before long, he had to cut back, save what energy he could for what was shaping up to be a long fight. All the while, more defenders fell, with only a few Rahkshi falling to join them. Soon, he found himself in a slow, steady retreat. He could never hope to match a Rahkshi one-on-one.[/color]


[color=#006400;]As he looked around him, he realized something. They couldn't win. Today.... today, he was going to die. Instead of fear, he felt a grim determination. If he was going to die, they'd pay dearly for it.[/color]


[color=#006400;]Behind him, he heard the whump of a Rahkshi landing on the lily pad. As he turned, he felt a strange, unnatural rippling sensation shoot through the pad. So, there were Rahkshi of Plant Control. He found himself facing a green and brown Rahkshi, spine bristling as the Kraata inside screeched its challenge. With one hand, Tellus made sure his tricorne hat was firmly in place. With the other, he drew his cutlass.[/color]


[color=#006400;]The lily pad he was standing on became a weapon, clay in the hands of the slowly advancing monster. Without warning, holes tore open under his feet as thorns sprung up from what once had been a smooth pad. Vines shot out from nearby huts, the plant under him bucked wildly. He was forced to use both his Miru and what remained of his energy just to avoid the attacks.[/color]


[color=#006400;]And then the Rahkshi was upon him. As the pad suddenly became still, the vile creature lunged forward. Tellus tried to dodge. The pain that shot up his arm told him that he'd failed. He fell to one knee. His sword arm was unharmed, but the end was inevitable. As the Rahkshi raised its staff over its head with both hands, he raised his sword with one. As the Rahkshi loomed over him, its armored 'head' splitting apart to reveal a Kraata screeching in triumph, Tellus bleakly realized that he lacked the strength to block the blow. He was going to die.[/color]


[color=#006400;]Then, the Rahkshi faltered. It froze, suddenly disoriented. And Tellus saw his chance. He lunged forward, driving his sword into and through the still-exposed Kraata with a triumphant yell. As the empty suit of armor fell to the ground, he flicked its remains off his blade and looked around. A miraculous change had taken place throughout the ranks of Rahkshi; suddenly, they were fighting amongst themselves, and many were already in retreat. Tellus beamed as sheer joy flooded through him. They had won![/color]


[color=#006400;]Using what was almost the last of his elemental powers, he created a sling for his wounded arm. It'd take a while, but he would recover. Triumphantly, he made his way to the still-intact ship, grinning widely. He activated his Miru, and floated over the side, cutlass raised high. As he opened his mouth to make a triumphant, witty remark, he froze. There, on the deck, was Cap'n Lohkar. The expressions on the faces of the crew told him all he needed to know. Quietly, he landed and, sword still in hand, he removed his hat and placed it in the hand of his injured arm. Silently, he walked up to the lifeless corpse of his captain. Using the last of his powers, he grew two vines, one parallel to the body, the other perpendicular. He used the cutlass to cut the vines, leaving a few inches leeway on either end. Sheathing his sword, he picked them up, and walked down into the hold, where the wood was stored. As ship's carpenter, it was his duty to build the coffin. [/color]


[color=#006400;]But, before he went belowdecks, he paused. He simply couldn't leave the Cap'n and, more importantly, the rest of the crew alone like that. So, just as quietly as he had arrived, he walked back to the body, beside Yasurek.[/color]


[color=#006400;]"'E was a good Cap'n," Tellus said, fighting off tears. "I... I can't believe 'e's gone."[/color]


OOC: Obligatory long last post? Done.

Edited by Cadias, May 06 2013 - 06:12 PM.

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Posted May 06 2013 - 06:11 PM

IC (Caerus Valli) (Onu-Koro)


The Rahkshi attack had been thwarted, against all odds. Caerus had never been much of a believer in deities, but this cemented it: you couldn't kill a god. The Makuta had never been more than a man behind a curtain, much like Caerus himself.


The poet didn't join the celebrations: he had no interest in frivolity, except to send out some of his birds to pick up what secrets any revellers, drunk on victory, might let slip. He remained at home, sipping on a glass of scotch, and writing, as he always did.


His parchment was crisp; his quill was sharp. His bright eyes were feverish in intensity; all that could be heard was the sound of nib scratching out secrets.


A single lightstone cast a warm glow over the Ba-Matoran's desk; otherwise, the house was dark.


The night is dead, long live the night

The king has fallen from his throne

Dawn arrives with end of fight

Some call it sun, and others, stone

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Posted May 06 2013 - 06:23 PM

IC: Ril, Ta-koro


[color=#ff0000;]"You're impossible, you know that?"[/color]


[color=#ff0000;]Ril gave a quiet chuckle as he held his arm out for the medic to bandage. Going out to fight Rahkshi was an incredibly dangerous endeavour, and doing so while injured was supposedly very moronic of him. Of course, he had never really given much thought into the intelligence of his actions; the slugs were attacking his village, what else was his supposed to do, stand aside and watch them do so? He was a guard! He was supposed to protect the village![/color]


[color=#ff0000;]"Eh," he replied in a non-committal tone. "I lived didn't I?"[/color]


[color=#ff0000;]"And may never use your left eye again," said the medic dryly as she finished wrapping the bandage. "I doubt you'll be very effective with no depth perception."[/color]


[color=#ff0000;]"It's a small price to pay though. I probably saved quite a few-"[/color]


[color=#ff0000;]"You saved one Matoran who would not have been injured anyway had you not gotten in the way."[/color]


[color=#ff0000;]The Fire Toa blinked, or at least, tried to blink. Instead, he settled for winking his right eye, as his left had been sealed shut.[/color]


[color=#ff0000;]"Well ... that sucks."[/color]


[color=#ff0000;]Noticing his spirits had been slightly dampened, the nurse gently punched his uninjured shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile. "You still did good out there though. Heard that they might be promoting you soon."[/color]


[color=#ff0000;]"Of course," said Ril with a grin, standing up. "I was pretty awesome."[/color]


[color=#ff0000;]The nurse shook her head, moving on to patch up another one of the injured.[/color]


[color=#ff0000;]"Tone down that arrogance and I might actually like you," she muttered.[/color]

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Posted May 06 2013 - 06:24 PM


[color=#0000ff;]IC (Lohkar) [The Infernavika, near Ga-Koro][/color]




[color=rgb(0,0,255);]Zmija was the first to his side, closely followed by Yasurek, who grabbed his Captain’s wrist and felt desperately for a pulse.[/color]


[color=#0000ff;]The Ko-Matoran’s head slowly drooped.[/color]

IC: [color=#000000;][The Infernavika, near Ga-Koro][/color]


[color=#000000;]Something was wrong, thought the cloak.[/color]


[color=#000000;]The cloak's mind broke down probabilities in seconds. It analyzed consequences without a care for their causes. The end justified the means, in its head. [/color]


[color=#000000;]In this case, the ends were that the Rahkshi had been annihilated. The means were simply that the captain died.[/color]


[color=#000000;]So, then, why did it feel like the means were as important as the ends?[/color]


[color=#000000;]Why did it feel like the captain's once-rakish speech and absent chortle were to be regarded equally with the victory? Why did it feel like the cloak was a she, a person who cared about people and not solely possibilities?[/color]


[color=#000000;]Even should the win outweigh the loss, why did it feel like the captain was someone beyond his title named 'Lohkar', with a unique identity and imaginative thought?[/color]


[color=#000000;]A single droplet of water fell from the cloak's hood onto the pacific kanohi of the fallen leader.[/color]


[color=#000000;]Some of the sea had gotten into Zmija's eyes. [/color]


[color=#000000;]There was no more to be said.[/color]

Edited by Mr. Peanuts, May 06 2013 - 06:25 PM.

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Posted May 06 2013 - 07:08 PM

-IC: Araedrex Tenebras, Po-Koro Restaurant-
[color=#b22222;]A silent wraith of fire and darkness, Araedrex flitted from shadow to shadow as he moved through the City of Stone. Amid the masses of cheering beings, he went unnoticed, his natural stealth and wraith-esque qualities aiding him in his silent flight.[/color]
[color=#b22222;]He appeared in the doorway of the restaurant, silent, and impassive, his eyes simmering, incandescent and the color of raging flame, orbs of passion burning behind a jaded, ruby mask.[/color]
[color=#b22222;]"[/color]I hope you have had a pleasant meal,[color=#b22222;]" Araedrex said, the sound half-murmur, half-whisper, and coming from deep in the throat, utterly alien. "[/color]As the streets of this exceptional City of Stone,"[color=#b22222;] one could imagine a certain sense of sarcasam from the emphasis of the pleasant adjective, "[/color]Are razed, and overrun by the Makuta's servants.[color=#b22222;]"[/color]
[color=#b22222;]A pause.[/color]
[color=#b22222;]"[/color]I have been running some errands,[color=#b22222;]" the Toa of Fire continued, now uninterested in the subject of Rahkshi. "[/color]And I have a few more to run, Maioro,[color=#b22222;]" He paused, glancing at the Toa of Earth as he spoke, his face a mask of impassivity, lit from below, by the light of the table's candelabrum. "[/color]If you do not mind, I would have your fine company. But first, I kindly request you dispose of him.[color=#b22222;]" [/color]
[color=#b22222;]He gestured to Roase, his movements dripping with boredom, and then set off towards a secondary entrance, apparently unconcerned of Maioro's response.[/color]
OOC: Sorry for taking so long to post, Pie and Wade. Hopefully this is exciting enough, to make up for it.

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Posted May 06 2013 - 07:09 PM

IC: Everyone in Po-koro desert


The three battled each other valiantly. Blocking and parrying each others attacks like they knew what was going to happen. Then Black Ice kicked Flaredrick out of the way and sealed him in ice. Then as Lavist charged, he striked him in the chest. The blade went through him, and he stood there motionless. Then the Ice Toa retracted his sword and the Fire Toa fell.


Seeing his companion die right before his eyes made him remember his fallen team. Flaredrick melted the ice and went into a complete rage.


[color=#808080;]"That's it! You will pay for what you did!"[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]"Finally, a match I'll be worth to take down."[/color]


​Flaredrick charged with his hands on fire, and sliced maniacally at him. The Ice Toa was now injured, and his armor cracked. He then gave him on final slice and Toa of Ice fell, with his head. A code broken, but without a cause. Toa born to protect, but not to kill was something that Flaredrick never really obeyed. The code was useless now.


He knelled at the fallen Toa, who was barely alive, said his last words to him, [color=#ff0000;]"Do not let me die in vain...like the way yours did. You know what to do." He gave him his sword and said, "Take my sword and carry on what we never accomplished. Now...I will be with the Great Spirit...and you will carry me on through your journey." [/color]


With that the Toa of Fire died. Flaredrick could not say anything after seeing another team member die before him. But now was a new dawn, and the time to re-live one's life is now upon him. He took his sword and placed it on his back. He buried the Toa of Fire and laid his mask on top of his burial ground. He then walked off into the sun, in search of a brand new beginning to call his own.


OOC: That is the end.

Edited by Flaredrick: Forgotten One, May 06 2013 - 07:10 PM.

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Posted May 06 2013 - 07:16 PM

[color=#ff0000;]IC:  Morok in Le-Wahi[/color]


[color=#00ff00;]Morok quickly ran through the Le-Wahi trail scanning the area for where ever Vuracious maybe.[/color]


[color=#ff0000;]"This is my chance to set things right", said Morok.[/color]


[color=#00ff00;]He quickly went to Le-Koro.[/color]

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Posted May 06 2013 - 07:16 PM

OOC: By dispose, you mean kill, right?





 Roase halted his beating of the Matoran waiter when Araedrex walked in. He gave him a rather toothy grin, but as he left, Roase looked at Maioro. "What was that about, mister Toa?" 





 "Well, um, thank you for the teanotreallyI think we should be going now. Sorry." 

Edited by thebeggerpie, May 06 2013 - 07:18 PM.

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Posted May 06 2013 - 07:21 PM

[color=#008000;]IC:  Vuracious in Le-Koro[/color]


[color=#696969;]Vuracious sat in a more peaceful place in Le-Koro wonder where Murcurious was.  He had full intent on pursuing him.[/color]


[color=#008000;]"Where could he be", he asked out loud as if expecting a response.[/color]

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Posted May 06 2013 - 07:45 PM

[color=#ff0000;]IC: Tuara Drigton - Ta-Koro Gates[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Tuara just stood and watched, taking steps back a little, still staring at the oncoming crowd of slug powered machines as the gates are raised. Whether or not it was because there was Rahkshi of Fear advancing on the village or seemingly just as likely:[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Dorian Shaddix stood carefully amidst the advancing servants of Makuta. They made eye contact for a split second.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Tuara fought the urge to sprint out to him stupidly, feeling rather responsible for the current situation and finally succeeded. She stepped back, Joske's contraband on her armor she called forth flame, attempting to push back the army, already taking hits from the catapults and the barrage of projectiles as Grochi planned.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]It didn't work out that way.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]After thirty minutes, they broke the defenses of Ta-Koro and swarmed into the village itself. Guardsmen, volunteers and even some of the more skilled freed prisoners took arms and fought bravely for their homes, their families, and reduced sentences; staves clinked against swords, projectile weapons swiveled to bombard the Rahkshi mercilessly, and where there wasn't trails of elements and battle roars there was blood and there was sobbing. Houses fell. Businesses fell. And there was no sign of slowing.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Tuara Drigton stood at the head of it all, fighting and commanding fighters despite her lack of any real remaining clout within the military. A Turahk noticed her commanding a group of Ta-Matoran to go and help evacuate an Inn and launched a blast of fear at her. Instantly, her soul was chilled with images of what Iris had shown her, with her treatment at the hands of the other Bearers, of her family, of Angelus, of her slow descent into alcohol-sodden madness...[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]And at the end of it, when the fear could get no more gripping, she saw Dorian Shaddix; their eyes connected for a brief second before he was lost amongst the swarm of Rahkshi. She let out a scream despite herself at the fear and hardly noticed the way the staff swung, clearly meaning to decapitate her. She definitely didn't notice the creature's loud, feral hiss. And she sure as Karz didn't notice the gunshot before she blacked out.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Tuara trudged through the village, stepping over rubble and debris left from the previous battle. Dead Rahksi lined the streets, and on the other side those that died in the defence of Ta-Koro lay next to each other.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]It seemed Makuta had been killed.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Joske did it. He won. Him and his Matoran friends must've done it.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]She skittered along, scanning the faces of each dead body, praying that because she hadn't seen who she was looking for in the streets that at least the she would find some closure here.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]She didn't of course.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Tuara put her face in her hands before quickly removing them. She turned on her armored heel and ran towards the village gates, praying Dorian hadn't fallen into the lava below.[/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]"I know you have a really cute pouting face and all," a saccharine songbird's voice sighed softly from beside the Lavapool Inn, "but don't use it when it doesn't have to be used."[/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]I stepped out over a large block of wreckage, arms crossed, gun still at my waist, face slightly streaked in blood and grime but still as gorgeous as ever; Tuara's eyes radiated shock, anger, fear, and a little bit of pure old relief. Through the brownish, thin layer of muck on my face, there was an extra tinge of scarlet, and I looked down, scratching my head.[/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]"There was a prisonbreak," I admitted sheepishly. "When I got by the river, I saw the Rahkshi coming out of nowhere. They started advancing, and then I saw you...so I came back to make sure that I didn't, uh...lose you, I guess."[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Tuara sort of just stood there, still not retracting her staff into a smaller increment. She should be angry. Angry that he tried to break out. Angry that he lied to her, telling her that he wanted to change. Angry that he was here at all, still breathing after everything he'd ever done.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Tuara clicked her staff, breathing heavily as the long protosteel pole became nothing more than a couple inches in her fingers.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]"You son of a ######," she smiled widely, laughing at the Toa of Iron, "Next time do yourself a favor and don't come back into the village full of Makuta spawn. You could've gotten killed."[/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]"I'm glad you're okay, too, then," I grumbled, uncrossing my arms anyway as I paced forward quickly to hug her for just a second, setting it up so it looked like I tripped beforehand - we were, after all, in public. We just squeezed each other for a second or two, the back of her head cupped in my hand, my old scarf wrapped around her for neck protection, and we hugged.[/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]"Your Iden has a crack in it," I noted as I pulled away. "You should see about getting it fixed."[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Tuara put her fingers up to her Iden, feeling for the damage, "You should see the other guy."[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Tuara glanced nervously behind them, looking into the smoking streets, her mask was the worst of her worries. And Dorian's. The Toa of Iron seemed to falter a little bit, the Toa of Fire stepped forwards to support him, gripping the backside of his upper arm, feeling where his Mark of Anger once was and his sides. Her hands felt hot, she suddenly realized what was on them.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]"Dorian, you're-"[/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]"Attractive? I know."[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Tuara's voice quickened, suddenly alarmed, "Yeah I'm not really into the whole body being gorged open but whatever floats your-" Dorian felt slightly heavier in her arms, "We need to get some help."[/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]"For who, me? Naw. You should see the other guy."[/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]Then I coughed into one hand, and we both knew the jig was up from how stained with crimson my palm was; almost as though she'd been doing this thing all night she leaned me up against the Inn wall. Almost instantly I could feel my strength starting to seep now that the adrenaline that I'd sustained myself on - find Tuara - slip away like raindrops through a crack in a faulty roof. With a lack of willpower left to hold me together, blood began to leak from three to four moderate wounds. None were fatal on their own, for the record. I was too killer to die.[/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]But, just for the sake of argument...I was pretty screwed up. Bleeding badly. May have nicked an artery by the arm. [/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]"Woah. Mood whiplash."[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]"Oh God," Tuara retracted her hands after putting Dorian up to the Inn, the blood soaking her protosteel armored hands and covering the shine, Tuara tossed her head back and forth, looking for a healer, "Mood whiplash might be inaccurate Dor. Maybe just really really bad regular whiplash," Tuara found one, "Hey!"[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]They turned their head, the Toa of fire, covered in soot, blood, and bruises waved to the medic, going for his attention, "Hey help!"[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Tuara frantically looked back to Dorian, who's eyes fluttered for a moment, "Hey hey, no, stay awake ok?" Tuara gripped Dorian's face with her hands, "Focus on me."[/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]"Ugh...God, I'm gonna puke..."[/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]A real gentleman (read: not Grokk) never forgets his manners, so I turned away from Tuara to cough up a good amount of blood, and I looked at the stain with exasperation and barely hidden nervousness before leaning my head against the wall.[/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]"Tuara, there's such a thing as priority. They have Guards to take care of. And volunteers. Maximum security assassins are the last on the inpatient list. Just...take it easy."[/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]"Que sera sera, right?"[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Tuara reshuffled her feet, scraping away rocks before readjusting them, resisting the urge to be running. The speed at which she spoke was rather fast, and difficult to process properly, "Yeah keep it up, don't stop making jokes about me trying to keep you from dying in front of me, whatever keeps you awake," Tuara waved much more frantically, causing the medic to run faster, "Don't go under."[/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]"It's good, double D. Because honestly...I got no regrets. I mean, I really should, but...I don't. Because there's this thing I read once in a religious cookbook, it said...God, what did it say...and why was I reading a religious cookbook...oh, right, it said, 'If you love someone, it doesn't matter what you give for them. It doesn't matter if you shed a drop of blood, or a cup, or...alright, a quart or two...because if you have to measure out exactly what you give them to make sure that you're not giving too much...it isn't love.' And that cookbook was right, Tuara. Because...I mean...I love you, I think?"[/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]I paused, noticing the way that her suddenly-hyperkinetic brain and mouth had paused at that. Something shone, even though it was still a good couple minutes before dawn. Dirt? A reflection of my blood? Tears? Oh, man. I hoped she wasn't crying. Mood whiplash again.[/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]"I mean...I do. Yeah. I love you."[/color]
[color=#800000;]Oh my God.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Tuara blinked a couple times.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]What do I do?[/color]
[color=#800000;]God #####.[/color]
[color=#800000;]I can't be here for this, I'm leaving.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Tuara shook her head as though evaporating Dren into smoke, her mouth was still and parted slightly. The fingers on Dorian's head curled very little, "What?" she shook her head again, this time with more velocity, "I mean-" eyes jammed shut, opening again, speaking frantically while nodding, "Good that's good, just stay awake."[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Last time she said something like this turned out not so well for anybody involved. It was not a phrase that she should take lightly. She couldn't. She shouldn't. There was no way she could. Simply impossible. Tuara should be angry. She should be furious. Furious that Dorian had thrusted something like this onto her as he lay in front of her dying.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Might as well just skip the words.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Tuara let out a little laugh before making sure to maintain her grip on Dorian's face as she brought hers down, pulling him into a kiss.[/color]
[color=rgb(47,79,79);]If it wouldn't have been rude to laugh into her mouth, I would have. The sheer absurdity of the situation was enough to make anyone with half a sense of humor crack up, but our faces were straight and (in my case, at least) surprisingly steady as I let Tuara pull me forward into the kiss. It was soft and strong and a little dark and unpredictable, and it was everything I'd ever predicted or imagined a kiss with Tuara would feel like.[/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]When our mouths moved away after a second I could detect a smidgeon of blood on her lips and went to flick it away with a Protosteel phalange; when that was done with my arm slumped, totally beat and out of energy.[/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]"You know, I promised myself I'd never fall for a psycho, but...I couldn't resist," I groaned unapologetically, fighting through the pain to shrug and smirk.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]"Funny, I promised myself the same thing. A shame we're both so bad at keeping promises aint it?"[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Medic was almost here, pulling out his pack as he ran, "C'mon! Faster!" Tuara turned back to Dorian, a sad smile on her dirtied face, "You're gonna be alright, we're gonna be alright ok?"[/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]"Of course we are. You act like I've never fake died before."[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Hey, you aren't gonna die or fake die or whatever it is you do alright, you're gonna stay with me like I said."[/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]No answer.[/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]The sun was rising over Ta-Koro. God, her body looked great in the sun.[/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]I was too weak to say something. C'mon, now. Don't trip and bust your face on the home stretch.[/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]My eyes slipped closed.[/color]

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my mind has changed my body's frame

but god i like it


my heart's aflame, my body's strained

but god i like it

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Posted May 06 2013 - 07:58 PM

[color=#ff0000;]IC:  Morok in Le-Koro[/color]


[color=#00ff00;]Morok ran around scanning the area.  He didn't even know if this was the right place, but if it was he'd better look harder.[/color]


[color=#ff0000;]After scanning hut after hut, he remembered hearing somebody yell not to long ago and it seem to be northwest of him, so, he went in that direction.[/color]

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Posted May 06 2013 - 08:02 PM

IC: (Tarotrix/Ta-Koro)


[color=rgb(255,0,0);]It had happened so fast. Too fast. The Rahkshi had came marching through the gates, he remembered. Guards stood in tight formation, spears and shields outward. Arrows whined overhead. Screams of "Ta-Koro!" consumed the air. The booming of horns echoed through the village's black stones. Boulders and flares of flame hurdled at the enemy. It was all Tarotrix had expected of a battle this magnitude. For five or so minutes, they had held firm. Then more and more Rahkshi had came, slicing through Toa and Matoran alike. Another officer had ordered a retreat. But Tarotrix, a Toa of Stone, and other guards who followed said officer, got cut off from the rest of the host.[/color]


[color=rgb(255,0,0);]For what seemed like an eternity, he, and nearly twenty five other guards fought off three Rahkshi. They were stuck there, right outside the Guard's eastern station. One Rahkshi, a tall, hissing mass of ebony armor, tried to break their ranks. It stabbed three men right through the throat, and blasted one into the lava with a sonic blast. [/color]


[color=rgb(255,0,0);]Within seconds, Tarotrix, the Toa and twelve others swarmed the beast, while the other guards distracted the two remaining beasts. The screeching was louder then anything he'd ever heard and it swung its staff at an unnatural speed. But somehow, they managed to pin it to the ground. Writhing and fighting them with all its strength, Tarotrix took out his gladius and pried open the Kraata's control chamber. He and the officer began to stab and stab the Kraata, thirty times, he counted. After five seconds, the Rahkshi was dead.[/color]


[color=rgb(255,0,0);]His armor covered in Kraata blood, he had raised his sword, and yelled at his men to hold rank. The two other Rahkshi began to circle. But, in a seeming act of Mata Nui's kind love, the two began to fight one another. "Charge!" he had yelled, but by then the two were nearly dead. The next thing he heard was the gleeful cries of victory from guardsmen a half mile away. That was when he knew they'd won.[/color]


[color=rgb(255,0,0);]Now, after the storm had long since past, Taro found himself among the wreckage, with two young guards in tow. Oh, and a wheelbarrow. They were picking up the shells of the dead Ebon Rahkshi. It and two others were stacked nice and high. Nice armor they would make. Very nice armor.[/color]


[color=rgb(255,0,0);]"Good, gentlemen, take them to my home. Here, have some widgets for your troubles."[/color]


[color=rgb(255,0,0);]With that said, he ran back to his home and changed. Changed into the fanciest tunic he owned. After all, it wasn't every day the Makuta died. Grabbing some extra cash, he casually walked on over to the Lavapool Inn. There, he found Grochi, sitting there and enjoying himself. Taro took a seat right on next to him, and ordered two glasses of the finest Bula Wine. He took a sip, and maneuvered the glass to the front of the Toa.[/color]


[color=rgb(255,0,0);]"I guess even rats deserve a victory drink."[/color]

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Posted May 06 2013 - 08:20 PM

IC: Janas (in Le-Koro)


I've seen enough fighting and killing to last a lifetime.  I'm going to strike out on my own.  And enough of my stupid name, now it's time for a change.  From now on, I'll be called Vaus!  But if I'm going to become a wanderer, I need something more suited to my needs.  Kind of like a pickaxe, but with a surprise or two in tow. Well, if that's the case, I better head off to Ta-Koro.  I don't know how long this will take, or when I'll get to see my cousin again, but I know that things will turn out for the best.

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Posted May 06 2013 - 08:48 PM

IC: [United We Stand] - Mata Nui


IC: [[color=#008080;]Plagia[/color]] - Le-Koro


[color=#008080;]"Oh for crying out loud, would you two just smooch already?!"[/color]


[color=#008080;]There's something to be said about a girl whose scars and stitches and bandages are covered with more scars and stitches and bandages, who had managed to cross Karz and come back to the other side relatively sane, who had lost both of her swords, -- her only real livelihood -- and who had more emotional baggage than the entirety of the Onu-Koro lost luggage claim department... and was still agitated by the fact that two people weren't kissing.[/color]


[color=#008080;]Or maybe it was because of all those things, that it was so bloody important for me to see Kehuri and Naru mack (and yeah, I realize how weird that sounds, but I swear that it was better in my head); after all the fighting and bloodshed and death I had seen in the past month, something as simple as resolved romantic tension might have been enough to make things seem... well, normal.[/color]


[color=#008080;]At least as normal as they were ever going to be on this island.[/color]


[color=#008080;]"But seriously, guys," I added, smiling from my leaning-spot next to the window, arms crossed across my chest as if to salvage some of my tough-guy rep, "Glad to see you're okay."[/color]


IC: [[color=#006400;]Gunner[/color]] - The Infernavika


[color=#006400;]"Lohkar, you bloody fool..."[/color]


[color=#006400;]We had won, right? The Rahkshi were gone, the Makuta was dead, the day was saved; that meant we had won.[/color]


[color=#006400;]"We did it, Lohkar," I muttered, pacing erratically around and around the deck of the 'Vika, "We saved Ga-Koro; we did the right thing. We were the good guys for a change."[/color]


[color=#006400;]This is the part of the story where the heroes ride off into the sunset. Where we're all smiling and laughing and toasting our victory -- where everyone is happy.[/color]


[color=#006400;]"Lohkar, you... you--" I stumbled for words; my mouth didn't feel like it fit on my face; my words sank in my throat before I could speak, "We saved the day, we came back alright, and... and... this is what you leave us to find?"[/color]


[color=#006400;]This is part where the Captain of the ship offers a toast to our efforts and makes a few heartwarming comments which remind the audience that he's that bad of a guy.[/color]


[color=#006400;]I collapsed on the nearest crate that I could find, my head toppling into my cradled hands like Humpty Dumpty off of the wall, and all I can do is mutter about how stupid Lohkar was for trying to fight off those Rahkshi, and that we could've just escaped, and that his sacrifice wouldn't be remembered in any history book and why did he have to die out of every person on this godforsaken island why him and on and on and on...[/color]


[color=#006400;]And then coherency hit.[/color]


[color=#006400;]"Someone get me a freakin' drink."[/color]


IC: [[color=#a52a2a;]Rynekk[/color]] - The Fowadi


[color=#a52a2a;]A lot of things happened to me after that battle.[/color]


[color=#a52a2a;]First off, I got a new mask. My old one had been smashed to bits by a rahkstaff, and I had haphazardly swapped out the fragments for a slightly-more-shiny mask of psychometry. I'm not too bummed; besides, I didn't really like that Kakama anyway. Too unpredictable for my tastes.[/color]


[color=#a52a2a;]Secondly, I found a new spear. One of the staffs which I managed to scavenge off of a broken Rahkshi. Vorahk, I think. It's a nice weapon -- powerful, elegant, graceful, strong, sturdy -- it's like the Toa Tool, despite having been created by the worst villain in recorded history. It's steely veneer flickers in the faint light, giving it almost a glow which could simultaneously be called angelic and demonic. There's no weapon like it; this is the best I may have ever laid eyes on.[/color]


[color=#a52a2a;]And thirdly?[/color]


[color=#a52a2a;]Thirdly, I threw that staff into the water without a second thought.[/color]


IC: [[color=#b22222;]Eniblad[/color]] - Ko-Koro


[color=#b22222;]Among the remaining ILF, Eniblad appeared to have ended the worst off. His fiery halo had long since worn off, leaving his body starved for elemental energy. His own armour was battered, burnt and quite nearly broken in some parts. His sinew was torn and bloodied, ripped apart and shredded by both the rahkstaffs flying through the air, and his own over-exertion. Karz, he was only still moving thanks to the fact that he only needed his mind to power his Kadin.[/color]


[color=#b22222;]But of course, his childish, now-unnerving smile remained on his battered visage.[/color]


[color=#b22222;]And of course, he was one of the first to speak.[/color]


[color=#b22222;]"So... did that violent interaction go well?"[/color]



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Posted May 06 2013 - 08:49 PM

[color=#ff0000;]I[/color][color=#006400;]C:[/color]  [color=#ff0000;]Morok[/color] [color=#ff0000;]an[/color][color=#006400;]d Vuracious in Le[/color][color=#ff0000;]-Koro[/color]


[color=#00ff00;]Morok ran towards the direction he thought he heard the yelling and sure enough, there he was.  Morok silently ambushed him.[/color]


[color=#696969;]Vuracious just sat as the cool breeze went by.  Then suddenly a sharp, burning pain went through his shoulder.[/color]


[color=#006400;]"GAAAHH", he yelped in pain, instinctively pulling out his sword to fend off against the attacker.[/color]


[color=#696969;]The blades clashed and when he turned around and yelled,"WHO THE KARZ ARE Y-!"[/color]


[color=#006400;]He stopped to look at the attack noticing his lime and red colors.[/color]


[color=#696969;]"No, no, no, NO!", he yelled,"It couldn't be....Morok?  You're dead!  I saw your island and all of its inhabitants perish![/color]

Edited by Damaracx 7.0, May 06 2013 - 08:51 PM.

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Posted May 06 2013 - 08:53 PM

[color=rgb(0,100,0);][font="georgia, serif;"]IC-Grochi (Ta-Wahi):[/color][/font]


[color=rgb(0,100,0);][font="georgia, serif;"]"And I guess even a glory-seeking fool deserves to share in the celebrations, eh?" Grochi asked, cracking a smile; now that the battle was over, he couldn't care less what this Matoran decided to do. After a moment, the cake Grochi had ordered earlier came out, the Toa dropping down widgets of his own.[/color][/font]


[color=rgb(0,100,0);][font="georgia, serif;"]"Eat up."[/color][/font]


[font="georgia, serif;"][color=rgb(0,128,0);]IC-Verak (Infernavika):[/color][/font]


[font="georgia, serif;"][color=rgb(0,128,0);]"I have whisky right here, Gunner," Verak called to the Toa of Air. "Join my toast!"[/color][/font]

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Posted May 06 2013 - 09:05 PM

[color=#ff0000;]I[/color][color=#006400;]C:[/color]  [color=#ff0000;]Morok[/color] [color=#ff0000;]an[/color][color=#006400;]d Vuracious in Le[/color][color=#ff0000;]-Koro[/color]


[color=#00ff00;]"I don't know, maybe I am dead, but if I am, I'm back from Karzahni to slay your ( OOC:  I think you all know what word I was going to use.)"[/color]


[color=#ff0000;]Morok shot fire at Vuracious from his two Magma Swords attempting to melt him.[/color]  [color=#696969;]Viracious, however, seeing this as being predictable, shot a blast of wind at the flames hurling them back at their creator.[/color]  [color=#00ff00;]Morok, however, redirected the blast, but not in enough time to melt the toa of air who quickly jumped out of the way before Morok even though of redirecting the redirected flames.[/color]


[color=#006400;]Viracious used his powers of air to boost a jump he made into a tree.[/color]


[color=#696969;]"You're going to have to do better than that Morok!", he yelled, quickly hopping to another tree in hope that Morok didn't know where Vuracious was.[/color]

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Posted May 06 2013 - 09:08 PM

IC: [color=#008080;]Floria - Vika'[/color]


[color=#008080;]Two steps. Then three.[/color]


[color=#008080;]She didn't really move from her spot on the boat. Well, she had, when she'd began slicing Rahkshi to pieces from behind, blowing them off the ship with her air, all of those things.[/color]


[color=#008080;]But now, she just stopped. She hadn't known Lohkar long, but she'd been acknowledged to become part of the crew. And that was really enough.[/color]


[color=#008080;]2 tears. Then three. Then more.[/color]


[color=#008080;]Lohkar had been a symbol for her, after all. To her, he'd represented freedom, and she was happy to follow him where freedom brought the crew.[/color]


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Posted May 06 2013 - 09:10 PM

[color=#006400;]IC: Tellus[/color]


[color=#006400;]Tellus looked at the Cap'n for a few seconds more. He smiled sadly- he simply couldn't think of the Cap'n as 'the body.'[/color]


[color=#006400;]He looked at Verak and shook his head, then turned to Gunner. He felt a stab of sorrow. They had already lost the Cap'n.... and, in a very real way, they now risked losing Gunner. Softly, he said, "Gunner, if ye don't mind me sayin', I don't think now is tha time fer drinkin'."[/color]

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Posted May 06 2013 - 09:16 PM

[color=#ff0000;]I[/color][color=#006400;]C:[/color]  [color=#ff0000;]Morok[/color] [color=#ff0000;]an[/color][color=#006400;]d Vuracious in Le[/color][color=#ff0000;]-Koro[/color]


[color=#00ff00;]Morok with no other option he could think of; shot fire from his hands like flame throwers burning every tree in sight.[/color]


[color=#696969;]"You fool," said Viracious silently.[/color]


[color=#006400;]He then shot Morok with his sword in front him wounding Morok's side then quickly blasting air at him,[/color] [color=#ff0000;]however, Morok swiftly dropped to the ground and rolled out the way, then jumped to his feet and shot a blast of flames at Vuracious.[/color]

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Posted May 06 2013 - 09:38 PM

[color=#006400;]IC: Skyra - Le-koro –[/color]
[color=#006400;]The evacuations were going well, we’d gotten well over a third of the non-combatants out of the city. Sisk’s plan was being put into action as every Kahu and Gukko flew toward Kini-Nui…[/color]
[color=#006400;]That was when the Rahkshi began to march in the swamp toward us, my heart sank, I had really hoped to have evacuated more than this…[/color]
[color=#006400;]We struck first, defending Toa, Matoran, Skakdi, and other beings began to fire elemental powers, projectiles, anything they could at the monsters. We took a few of them down, causing some to cheer, but I knew it was hardly enough. In fact it hardly fazed them as they began to shriek and aim their weapons at us, firing their terrible powers upon us. I felt a chill go down my spine as an unnatural fear overcame me, I feared the worst, the death of everyone I knew and cared about…[/color]
[color=#006400;]I shook it off, I remembered I had a job to do, a duty to protect this village, to ensure than my friends did not die. With an angered shout I step toward the edge of the platform and sent a blast of wind down at the Rahkshi as a large group of them began to fly up towards me and the others still high up in Le-koro. Many Rahkshi were forcibly pushed back down toward the swamp below, though it only seemed to slow them down. They didn’t seem very happy with me as I continued to send wave after wave of wind, I was losing elemental power fast, but my goal was to keep the Rahkshi and their ugly faces out of my village for as long as I could. [/color]
[color=#006400;]That’s when Rahkshi still on the ground started to fire back, focusing on me. Their attacks were aimed perfectly, I would have been shattered to pieces, if it were not for my mask. My shield protected me from every blast as I watched them continuing to fire. With each hit however, I felt my strength weaken, I didn’t know how long I could hold my shield up before it shattered and I with it. [/color]
[color=#006400;]The Rahkshi attacking me ceased for a moment, realizing how ineffective their attacks against me were so far, they shrieked loudly, and then they began to fire upon the very platform I stood upon. Wood splintered and shattered into millions of sharp pieces and they send endless blasts through their staffs as the platform I stood on became Swiss cheese. My shield hardly protected me against the endless splinters that flew all around me, giving me more cuts, gashes, and scratches then I ever thought possible. I grimaced, unable to really move from the shock and awe, the sound of the explosions around me were deafening. The platform began to give away and I began to feel the sensation of falling.[/color]
[color=#800080;]"Whoooooop! Gotcha!"[/color]
[color=#800080;]The fall of the wreckage - and of Skyra - was slowed at once by a sudden lowering of gravity and the pleasant sensation of rising. It was like the Toa of Air was made of helium; as she rose up back to normal level Tillian plucked her out of the air, nuzzled her cheek softly with his own like a parent to a baby, smirking, and set her on the ground. He raised his staff again to do work--[/color]
[color=#800080;]And the Rahkshi were...fighting themselves? Moving away from the Koro?[/color]
[color=#006400;]I stood next to Tillain…well more like leaned against him. I was covered in blood, sweat, dirt, splinters and I felt sick to my stomach. I panted heavily, but there was a gleam in my eye, a gleam of hope as I watched the Rahkshi began to slaughter themselves and move away from the koro. [/color]
[color=#006400;]“Something..must have happened…” I turned to look at Tillian. “Do you think…” I grimaced a bit, while most of my wounds were superficial, I sure had a lot of them. “…think Makuta just…lost control of all his Rahkshi? Or maybe his sons…decided they weren’t getting paid enough…”[/color]
[color=#800080;]"Family businesses suck. I've been there."[/color]
[color=#800080;]Tillian scanned the area, watching as they turned amongst themselves, divided into groups, tore each other apart. They looked feral, like beasts escaping en masse from a zoo. Slowly a feeling hit his chest, and he turned to Skyra slowly.[/color]
[color=#800080;]"There's no way he could have just lost control of all the Rahkshi like that. Unless..."[/color]



[color=#006400;]“Makuta is gone.” Both me and Tillian heard this, but neither of us spoke these words. It had come from another Toa, nearby, one I did not recognize. [/color]
[color=#006400;]My eyes widened, Makuta was…gone? Just like that? As much as I wanted to believe it, heard those words seemed so surreal, as if it was a dream. I was just waiting for myself to wake up. “I’m not dreaming am I?”[/color]
[color=#800080;]"Only if I accidentally fed us hallucinogens in our lunch. Again."[/color]
[color=#800080;]Tillian's brilliant white smile lit up, fangs gleaming in the lighting granted by the canopy, as he looked around at the Toa, then Le-Koro and the Rahkshi corpses, then at Skyra.[/color]
[color=#800080;]"It's...over. I think it's really over."[/color]


[color=#006400;]I let out a laugh, a surprised and giddy laugh. “I’m not sure if I should be overjoyed that Makuta is good and dead or if I should be mad at you for admitting to drugging my lunch with hallucinogens!” I gave Tillian a good punch in the shoulder, though in the end I think it hurt my hand more than it did Tillian’s shoulder. “Ow!”[/color]



[color=#800080;]Tillian turned to Skyra and grinned, poking his tongue out slightly between his fangs as he scanned the jade Toa of Air with cornflower blue eyes. His mannerisms were clearly excited, buoyant and carefree like a balloon in the breeze. If innocence was equative to beauty, then Tillian's beauty in that sheer moment was breathtaking, a callback to the purity of his early youth and initial adventures with Skyra.[/color]
[color=#006400;]I looked at Tillian with a bit of nostalgia and awe. At that moment he just seemed so much like when I first met him. Youthful, carefree, full of energy, innocent… [/color]
[color=#006400;]Of course, I was looking at him with different eyes now. He looked the same as ever, minus the fangs. But the way I felt was…different. I looked away from Tillian for a moment, staring down at corpses of Rahkshi far below. “I’m a horrible friend you know…I don’t know why you ever put up with me.”[/color]



[color=#800080;]"Awww, c'mon. Come here. Bring it in."[/color]
[color=#800080;]Tillian reached forward with his arms in a familiar, swooping motion, the kind of motion that you never really forget. Like when you're pedaling a bike. When you're using chopsticks. The little things that you will never, ever forget, and the memories you have of when you first learned them.[/color]
[color=#800080;]The surfer's arms wrapped around Skyra and hugged, his head nuzzling into her neck and laying there.[/color]
[color=#800080;]"I'd say we did pretty alright."[/color]
[color=#006400;]“I guess…” I said a bit quietly, I was feeling a real mood whiplash going on. I decided I could blame the Rahkshi for that. I’d gone from fear, anger, determination, despair, hope, surprise, shock, happy, sad…I’d felt them all in the past half hour or so. I wasn’t even sure what I was feeling at that moment. [/color]
[color=#006400;]“I never really did understand unity though…did I? I left you hanging…and then all these terrible things happened to you…and I wasn’t even there.” I thought of his house, his wife…being all alone. I felt like a real jerk.[/color]
[color=#800080;]"No one was, if it makes you feel better."[/color]
[color=#800080;]Wrong thing to say. Tillian flinched in the hug, lifting up, shrugging with his mouth and laughing bashfully, rubbing at the back of his neck with a slight blush.[/color]
[color=#800080;]"I mean...that's now what I mean. The point is that I needed the time to grow, for myself. And...c'mon now, Skyra Daring. You're my bestie. We're solid as rock when it matters. Now crack a smile. You have such a pretty smile."[/color]
[color=#006400;]Despite myself I gave a half a smile, it was almost involuntary. The word ‘pretty’ threw me off a bit though, it wasn’t something I was used to being described as, it felt weird.[/color]
[color=#006400;]“You’re such a goof.”[/color]
[color=#800080;]"Low blow."[/color]
[color=#006400;]“Yeah, I guess it was…you can made fun of the fact I’ll probably have my first period soon or something if that helps…” I smirked.[/color]
[color=#800080;]"That still involves...never mind."[/color]
[color=#800080;]Tillian shook his head, running a hand over his eye to try and erase the mental image, and then looked up at Skyra.[/color]
[color=#800080;]"Thanks for that."[/color]
[color=#006400;]"Anytime bestie.” I stuck out my tongue, I was acting more immature than I had in weeks, though if Makuta finally gone, who could blame me? I felt very carefree.[/color]
[color=#006400;]I looked at Tillian, my green eyes blinking behind my mask. “Yeah?”[/color]
[color=#800080;]"Uh...screw it. Better to ask for forgiveness than ask for permission. Or whatever it was my fortune cookie said on the way here."[/color]
[color=#800080;]Tillian roped Skyra in by the waist and kissed her.[/color]
[color=#006400;]A small gasp came out of my mouth, though it was silenced as Tillian closed his lips around mine. A million questions flew through my mind, was this happening? How was it happening? Why was it happening? Why did I like it? Why was my heart threating to rip out of my chest? Why-[/color]
[color=#006400;]I decide to just stop thinking, I wrapped my arms around Tillian, kissing him back. I knew I had to be out of my mind, this felt wrong on so many levels. When we finally broke the kiss I just stared at Tillian like he was from another planet. “Oh my god…” [/color]
[color=#006400;]I felt the sensation of falling backwards, and then everything cut to black.[/color]

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but god i like it

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Posted May 06 2013 - 09:53 PM

[color=#ff0000;]I[/color][color=#006400;]C:[/color]  [color=#ff0000;]Morok[/color] [color=#ff0000;]an[/color][color=#006400;]d Vuracious in Le[/color][color=#ff0000;]-Koro[/color]


[color=#696969;]Vuracious shot a good half of the flames away with a cool blast of wind, however, most of the other half hit him.[/color]


[color=#00ff00;]Morok then ran towards Vuracious, pulling out his Magma Swords he then jumped and swung.[/color]




[color=#006400;]When the smoke cleared a badly burnt Vuracious was still holding his ground against Morok.  They then clashed swords again and again attempting to wound each other in any way.[/color]


[color=#006400;]CA[/color][color=#ff0000;]NK, [/color][color=#006400;]TIN[/color][color=#ff0000;]K![/color]  [color=#ff0000;]Sounds like this were repeatedly[/color] [color=#006400;]heard all through out Le-Koro.[/color]


[color=#00ff00;]Vuracious and Morok clashed swords again then jumped back to the point they were four meters away from each other,[/color][color=#696969;] then, almost simultaneously; they released their elemental powers at each other.[/color]

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Posted May 06 2013 - 10:06 PM

[color=#006400;]IC (Ga-Koro)[/color]


[color=#006400;]In the aftermath of the Rahkshi attack, the villagers of Ga-Koro were jubilant, but also plaintive. When the sons of Makuta had been purged from the village, all suddenly recalled the battle that taken place just before the assault, when the Toa Arete had revealed their true colours, and set to killing each other.[/color]


[color=#006400;]The docks were no more now than so much flotsam and jetsam. What the Arete had given, they had also taken away. There were few casualties, and most of those that perished were Marines. Ga-Koro's guard mourned their deaths, but also celebrated that they died defending their home. There was no greater honour.[/color]


[color=#006400;]As the people of Ga-Koro set to rebuilding their village, there was, for awhile, a question that lingered at the back of every mind: where was Ketan, the Toa who had secretly been plotting against them call along?[/color]


[color=#006400;]Some of the Arete had been seen fleeing the village; others had held their ground against the Rahkshi, changing sides in the last moments and redeeming themselves. But Ketan... no one knew. The last anyone had seen of him was the ferocious duel he had fought with Decaia and Kynaera, when he had traded in his handsome smile for a shark's grimace. Some recalled a wave that washed the lily pads clean of bloodshed; still others remembered, even as they ran for the gates to hold back the invading Rahkshi, seeing the Toa of air drag himself out of the ocean and lie, exhausted, on a scorched and stained lily pad.[/color]


[color=#006400;]Where had he gone after that? No one knew. While most were content simply in the fact that he was gone, there were some who dwelt upon more worrisome thoughts. Ketan was a snake, and that snake had disappeared. Who knew if -or when- Greed would strike again?[/color]


[color=#006400;]After all, the most dangerous enemy is the one you cannot see.[/color]

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Posted May 06 2013 - 10:12 PM

[color=#4b0082;]IC: Kehuri[/color]

The Toa of Earth's face felt as hot as if Naru had fired plasma at it. [color=#4b0082;]"G-good to see you're okay too, Pla-- Professor."[/color] He chanced a smile, glad he'd managed to retort to her jab. He couldn't help but glance at Naru, though. She looked a lot less beat-up than he did, and likely a whole lot prettier. Good thing, considering he'd done his best to protect her. It's only natural for the shield to get more of a beating than the one wielding it. He quickly considered actually giving in to Plagia's demand, but couldn't bring himself to do it. He liked Naru, that much he would admit. But did he like her enough? Could he build a lasting relationship based on the feelings he had so far? With someone he'd met less than a week prior? He didn't know, so he wouldn't make the first move. But with a face of confidence, looked back at Naru,[color=#4b0082;] "Lips or fist? Your choice."[/color]

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Posted May 06 2013 - 10:16 PM

[color=#ff0000;]I[/color][color=#006400;]C:[/color]  [color=#ff0000;]Morok[/color] [color=#ff0000;]an[/color][color=#006400;]d Vuracious in Le[/color][color=#ff0000;]-Koro[/color]


[color=#00ff00;]After the blast of the two elements fire and air were release the two toa charged at each other with swords ready and charged with their element.[/color]


[color=#696969;]The results were burning trees, and demolished huts to the point they weren't even recognizable as huts.  Yet, both toa continued to battle to the death.[/color]

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Posted May 06 2013 - 10:52 PM

IC: [color=#0000ff;]JL[/color] - [color=#b22222;]Axeron                                                             [/color][color=rgb(178,34,34);]                                   [/color][color=rgb(178,34,34);]                                                                       [/color][color=rgb(178,34,34);]      [/color][color=rgb(255,0,0);] [/color][color=rgb(0,0,0);][[/color][color=rgb(255,140,0);]Ta[/color][color=rgb(0,0,0);]-[/color][color=rgb(255,0,0);]Koro[/color][color=rgb(0,0,0);]][/color]



[color=#0000ff;]Rumble. Rumble.[/color]


[color=#0000ff;]The cohesive steps of the Rahkshi bore fear straight into the hearts of Ta-Koro's defenders. This fear was about to ignite - ignite with the tension that the village had held ever since.....ever since.....he couldn't tell. The death of Turaga Vakama had built up the tension to insurmountable heights - now, with this  army of Rahkshi getting closer and closer to the gate each second, either the blood vessel to the brain was popped and the whole system slumped.....or some miracle happened.[/color]


[color=#0000ff;]JL shook his head. As much as miracles were supposed to happen on this 'island paradise', it seemed rare.....right?[/color]


[color=#0000ff;]The sounds of cannons and energy blasts cut him out of his self contemplation, and he himself added electricity to the mix of explosives, elemental barrages, mask powers, Skakdi and Vortixx creations, and the full strength of an defensive attack that, if used anywhere else, would have traumatized those who were being struck by the might of Ta-Koro.[/color]


[color=#b22222;]Not this time.[/color]


[color=#b22222;]The Rahkshi continued walking, blasting energy to combat energy, user their staves with high accuracy to block some of the projectile weapons. It was scary - Ta-Koro, village of fire, built into the heart of a pool of magma, was fighting a losing battle to a bunch of worms in worm armor.[/color]


[color=#b22222;]Still, who said they weren't planned? The plans of Perkahn, Tarotrix and all the others didn't have the full time to be fully prepared, but it was enough. Thanks to their efforts, more Rahkshi were downed before the others started to walk a little bit faster. JL continued to hurl electricity towards the Rahkshi vanguard, and he was pretty sure he managed to pick one or two off. But in the end, despite valiant efforts of nearly half an hour of successful defense, nobody had enough ideas to stop them from getting through the gates, into the village, and start their full offensive.[/color]


[color=#b22222;]That was when it got a bit fun. Most of the Toa and Matoran leapt off from their spots, and immediately went into close combat against the Rahkshi.[/color]


[color=#b22222;]*     *     *[/color]

[color=#b22222;]Some time later.....[/color]


[color=#b22222;]Axeron cut, smashed and fought for his life and those around him. He had originally been beside Butra when the fighting began, but all the evasion, the attacking, the helping out, the blasting of flames into the face of a Rahkshi as his hidden blade came of his forearm guard to stab another in the slits of his armor had brought him just somewhere inside Ta-Koro fighting.[/color]


[color=#b22222;]A single Lerahk charged its staff and fired a beam of poison energy towards Axeron. With Calix enhanced reflexes and power, he leapt to the side, where he unleashed twin flames towards the Rahkshi. It's response? It simply walked through the flame, ignoring the pain as it's body armor started to glow. It swung it's staff which Axeron barely blocked with his sword as he cut off his elemental power. The Lerahk screeched in his face, spittle coming out of the open faceplate and the ugly worm inside before it closed up again. Axeron grunted, and dropped down low, swiping his leg to trip the Lerahk, left leg first. The larger, uglier opponent's left leg was flipped out from under, but a staff game down into Axeron's gut to balance out the loss of a leg on the ground.[/color]


[color=#b22222;]Axeron spat blood in pain, then pointed his sword towards the Rahkshi, and unleashed all of his fury, all of the internal fire that burned within a Ta-Toa's core, into a single beam of white hot fire that melted through the Rahkshi's chest armor, cleaving it in half. The pieces left toppled, the legs remaining in place while the torso came crashing upon Axeron, who kicked off the stave and rolled away just in time to not have his face stung by the Kraata.[/color]


[color=#b22222;]Stupid Kraata, he thought, and with a sense of anger brought his foot unto the lowly worm who crawled away in fear after it's armor was terminated. [/color]




[color=#b22222;]His eye's fell upon a nearby Toa of Lightning....[/color]


[color=#0000ff;]*     *     *[/color]


[color=#0000ff;]A minute prior.....[/color]


[color=#0000ff;]JL fought against a Farahk. Well, that was what it seemed like. He didn't really know the name of a Fa-Rahkshi, so he just named the guy 'Farahk' and proceeded to try to fight with whatever he could. The tactics were familiar - he'd faced certain Toa of Magnetism before, and he'd hated it. He also knew electricity could do something to affect Electricity, so every time the Fa-Rahkshi decided to magnetize him then try to crush him or stab him, he'd just electrify himself, or the air beside him, to disrupt the magnetic hold over his metallic body as he turned and went on the offensive again.[/color]


[color=#0000ff;]Slash. His sword parried the Rahkshi's staff, sparks flying from the air as his electrified sword clanged agains the long metallic weapon the Rahkshi held with both hands. A magnetic and physical push from the Rahkshi launched JL backwards, flipping through the air.[/color]


[color=#0000ff;]Reyna, where?[/color]

[color=#0000ff;]Get ready to fire to your right side![/color]


[color=#0000ff;]That was the great thing about having an Anxilia; you always had an advantage. JL charged his sword, and aimed at his right. His body continued to be flung through the air, but he still had enough focus to fire as he spun perpendicular to the Rahkshi. Firing from the right side smacked the Rahkshi right on, launching him backwards and removing the hold of the magnetic push. JL started to fall, and hit the ground hard when he did.[/color]


[color=#0000ff;]Stay down![/color]



[color=#0000ff;]Twin laser beams flew from over his head, nearly ripping his skull open for his brain juice to ooze out. Instead, it went towards the Rahkshi of Magnetism.[/color]


[color=#0000ff;]Oh. Thanks.[/color]

[color=#0000ff;]No problem. Now, get up and run left. The sonar coming back from the Arthron seems to show that a Jewelry and Furniture shop is there.[/color]



[color=#0000ff;]Picking himself up, JL followed Reyna's orders, a cohesive unison in battle meaning that they would never be beaten. Another beam of laser came, melting the ground where the Toa of Lightning was just a second ago. Quickly, he ducked into the nearest building, which, sure enough, was a shop that had chairs and diamonds and pretty things. The one he temporarily borrowed, though, was a mirror.[/color]


[color=#0000ff;]Haha! Can't wait to see the look on that Rahkshi's face![/color]

[color=#0000ff;]Wait, there's a nearby Toa fighting a Lerahk.[/color]

[color=#0000ff;]We're more than a bit busy ourselves, right?[/color]

[color=#0000ff;]Well....you could at least redirect the laser-[/color]

[color=#0000ff;]Nah. He can handle it![/color]

[color=#0000ff;]If you say so. Get ready to have the mirror angled immediately. The Rahk is just staring right at you.[/color]


[color=#0000ff;]JL jumped outwards, and the Rahkshi instantly fired lasers from it's eyes, two magnificent, beautiful red beams of light that would have been better as a light show than as a death ray. Thankfully, the mirror was very well polished, and most of the laser was reflected backwards. Of course, it still absorbed some of the heat, and by the time the Rahkshi was blasted through the head by it's own laser, JL, whose hands were slightly burnt, had already let go of the mirror, which was smoking, the metal having molten onto the ground.[/color]


[color=#0000ff;]JL, how about you help the Toa now?[/color]

[color=#0000ff;]I said - he can handle it! We've got other things to worry about.[/color]


[color=#0000ff;]As he looked around, he did manage to see the Toa of Fire, who blasted flames right through a Rahkshi, severing it in half.[/color]


[color=#0000ff;]Told you so. Now, where to, Reyna?[/color]

[color=#0000ff;]Uh......######! You've gotta-[/color]


[color=#b22222;]*     *     *[/color]


[color=#b22222;]Axeron looked at the Rahkshi of Magnetism, missing a leg, and it's staff, which was impaled between his chest. He looked back at the Toa of Lightning, a look on his face of confusion. Blood blurted from his mouth, mixing with sweat and tears, as he slowly faded away.[/color]


[color=#b22222;]So that's that, huh.[/color]


[color=#b22222;]All I can say is........[/color]


[color=#b22222;]I'm sorry, Flay.[/color]


*     *     *


[color=#0000ff;]JL just stared, for a second.[/color]


[color=#0000ff;]Then the tears came.[/color]



[color=#0000ff;]Then the anger.[/color]



[color=#0000ff;]Then the bang, as uncontrolled electricity blasted from all his body towards the Rahkshi, who was powerless to stop it from vaporizing everything within the magnetic monster's surrounding.[/color]


[color=#0000ff;]Then came the black.[/color]

Edited by JL v2, May 07 2013 - 01:55 AM.

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#74 Offline Oshino Meme

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Posted May 07 2013 - 12:34 AM

[color=#808080;]IC: He paused for a moment, hesitant.Fate favors the bold, kid.[/color]


[color=#808080;]He smiled gently, spreading his arms wide. "I'm told." he chuckled, stepping forward and embracing Arianna."Hey, Mom. Been a while, hasn't it?"[/color]

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Posted May 07 2013 - 12:54 AM

IC: Lasinia; Ga-Koro


[color=#000080;]Lasinia pulled herself up onto the side of the Infernavika, face expressionless as she stared at the dead body of her captain. Lohkar had not been as entertaining to annoy compared to Raknar, but she still felt a certain sense of kinship with the Lesterin pirate. He had been a larger than life figure; someone who she felt could not die. But he still did. And his corpse lay on the deck of the ship, motionless.[/color]


[color=#000080;]A sound emerged from her throat. If it was a choked sob or the beginnings of a cackle, she didn't know. She didn't even know how to react. Her captain (She had stopped thinking of him as Funny Blue Person and as 'her captain' for a while) was dead, and she had no idea how to react.[/color]


[color=#000080;]She forcibly grabbed a bottle of whiskey from Verak, silently watching as the liquid within sloshed around. Her eyes rose to meet her captain's body once more, and she handed the bottle back to her fellow pirate.[/color]


[color=#000080;]"When you drink the water," the Toa of Lightning whispered, tone heavy with unknown emotions, "remember the spring."[/color]


[color=#000080;]Turning away, Lasinia began to walk towards the cabins.[/color]


[color=#000080;]"We will need to give him a funeral."[/color]

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Posted May 07 2013 - 03:03 AM

[color=#40e0d0;]IC Yasurek- Ga-koro- Infernavika:[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]The fight had been a bit more unexpected than Yasurek would have liked. Without so much as a loud hiss, the rahkshi were on the move. Almost immediately, Yasurek began assisting with the cannon barrage. Rahkshi may have been strong, but even they don't like cannon fire on their heads.[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]Soon though, the two ships had been noticed and boarding by the rahkshi began to commence. With a number of the crew taking part in a ground assault, Yasurek remained behind to assist the crew in protecting the ship. Even as the rahkshi flew towards the ship, Yasurek could only think about the fact that no matter where he was in this fight, he was going to die.[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]The first rahkshi began to land. He was just a mere matoran, fighting among other beings of much greater power against a force that dwarfed theirs in both number and strength. Here he was, an ex-guard turned pirate fighting off an invasion by Makuta's own spawn in a village that wasn't his own. A man who had left his life behind seeking an oppurtunity to do more good for the world, helping to ward off evil itself.[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]Life has an odd way of giving you what you want, he thought to himself, ducking under a slash from the creature he was fighting. The rahkshi stabbed its staff downwards, attempting to pierce the ko-matoran to the boat, but he rooled out of the way, letting the staff imbed itself in the deck wood. The monster's faceplate opened for a second to allow the kraata inside to let out an annoyed hiss. It soon turned into a very pained and high-pitched hiss.[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]Turns out rahkshi also don't like spears in their interior. Who would have guessed?[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]Yasurek had little time to celebrate though, for as soon as he had retrieved his spear he was forced to quickly turn and block an incoming slash. The slash was followed by a kick that sent Yasurek flying across the deck, skidding to a halt on the other tip of the ship. He cursed physics as he got up and prepared to rejoin the fight when an idea struck him. Since he wasn't really equiped to fight the rahkshi head on, why not just assist his fellow crew. After all, the rahkshi were too busy focusing on the greater threat to retaliate against a mere matoran. He made his was through the brawl, flitting about, stabbing and tripping up any rahkshi he came across and vanishing before retaliation could be administered. It was helping, but Yasurek knew that they wouldn't be able to keep it up.[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]That is, until the behavior of the rahkshi suddenly changed. No longer were they the organized killing force of before. Now, they seemed to be confused, apprehensive about their current situation. Infighting began followed shortly by retreat. It seemed that the fight would be won. That was when he noticed the Lerahk. It was an ordinary Lerahk, had a staff, seemed to have taken some damage, nothing special. But what was on the end of its staff was what Yasurek focused on.[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]It was Lohkar.[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]The first logical thought to enter Yasurek's mind was to try to get some medicine or aid for Lohkar, but that thought was shortly drowned out by righteous fury. He leaped forward.[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]The Lerahk died.[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]That was the only thing to be said about the matter.[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]A now covered in blood Yasurek rushed to his captain's side. He examined the wound and knew that it was almost certainly fatal, especially with the venom included. He felt for a pulse and could feel nothing. He lowered his head.[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]Wait, why would he have a pulse? We're all mostly mechanical, said the logical part of his brain. He checked Lohkar's heartlight. It was dark.[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]Wait, sometimes heartlights go out temporarily for other reasons, like shock or something, the logical part of his mind chimed in. He checked for any breathing. There was none.[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]Maybe he's just hiding, said the illogical part of his mind. He didn't address it, instead leaving the logical part of his mind to give it a very stern talking to. Around him, the other crew members gathered, all knowing the fate of their captain. Some were speachless. Some spoke of toasts for the dead, of funerals to be had. Yasurek didn't care about any of that though. All he could recognize about the world right now was that Lohkar, his captain, confidant, inspiration, leader, and friend was gone. Forever. He stepped away from the body and made his was to the edge of the ship. He looked out at the landscape, at the island of Mata Nui and how healthy it looked, as if a burden had been lifted from the island itself. He looked up at the sky and felt a warmth and light from the sun that he had not felt before. He thought about the change in the rahkshi's behavior. All of this pointed to Makuta being gone.[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]But how? he thought. He remembered hearing some mumbling about a mysterious toa that had arrived in Ga-koro after the rahkshi's defeat bringing word of Makuta's defeat, but that was impossible. That would require toa to live up to the legends.[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]Could it be that we're finally able to rely on others somewhat for help? he thought. Is it finally possible to believe again?[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]He took another glance at the body of his fallen captain. A weight filled his insides, squirming about in his stomach. It wasn't grief however; it was a question that he had to ask himself.[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]Can I bring myself to believe in things again? Can I trust in others and things that have been predicted, knowing that even with success things of even greater value will be taken from us? Can I let myself do that knowing that next time it might not be just one of the people close to me? What if next time the final battle takes Lasinia and Gunner, or Tellus and Zmija and Verak? What if by that time I actually care enough about Floria that I'd feel bad if she died? Can I go on like this? How can I deal with this pressure on my own without him?[/color]


[color=#000000;]"That's the thing Yasurek; You're not the only person on the island who wants to do the right thing."[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]That's what the Boss said to me all those years ago when I first set out. He knew that it was my duty to go out on my own and keep the peace. He would have probably come with me too if he hadn't been at the rank he was.[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]"An' every other time, you've always been reliable.  Dependable."[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]Yeah, but you still died, even with me around to watch your ba- NO, WE ARE NOT BLAMING OURSELVES, BECAUSE THAT'S STUPID. He was fighting rahkshi, we were fighting rahkshi. He didn't have spatial awareness, it happens. It wasn't our fault, and that's final. And yet, I still feel empty. Maybe there's a void in me where he used to reside, but I have no idea how to fill it.[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]With life's experiences, same as everyone else dealing with issues?[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]You know what, that might actually be a good idea. I mean, no matter how much I might grieve over his death, I'm still here. It's up to me to carry his legacy with me, along with the rest of the crew. And with them, I won't be on my own. I might be midshipman, and I may be useful, but I'm still a part of this group, and I can't let myself be led astray. But know this Lohkar: I will carry on, and whether as a piarate or not, I won't let you be forgotten. I will carry your legacy with me, just as I carry my spears.[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]He turned back around to face the rest of the crew as they mourned in their own ways. He looked down at his former captain and saluted.[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]"Captain Lohkar Sir, you were a man of inspiration, tact, and a very confusing amount of luck. I think I speak for the rest of the crew when I say that you will be missed, and that we will never forget you. You're probably in a better place now, but know that the mortal realm is also looking a lot brighter, and that was due to your help just as much as any of ours. You have guided us and set all of us on a path to follow, and I thank you for it." He released his salute, whispering one last comment to himself.[/color]


[color=#40e0d0;]"Goodbye my friend."[/color]

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Posted May 07 2013 - 08:14 AM

IC: Whorok and [color=#000080;]NPC[/color] (Onu-Wahi)


The dry smell hung in the air, as if the titanic battle that had taken place had sucked the humidity from the Sea of Soil itself. Whorok couldn't hear anything, and he couldn't detect much movement in the earth around him, aside from a few spasms from Kraata and mutilated victims of the Rahkshi's fury.


Whorok himself wasn't much better off: The hunchback had taken a fatal blow to his side, a blast from a Lerahk that had pumped the deadly substance into his body, sending tendrils of pain lashing out within him. He'd done it to protect an injured Matoran.


The tunnel he was fighting in had suffered a cave-in, and he'd been smothered in his own element. So now he lay there, partly buried in stone, mud, soil and pebbles. Sighing to himself as he ignored the throbbing pain in his side.




Whorok looked up, and there was the Matoran he'd protected from the Lerahk's blast, from the looks of it she was still injured, her arm was in an awkward position as she cradled it with her other arm, and a trail of dried blood ran the length of it from fingertip to shoulder.


[color=#000080;]"Are you okay?" She asked, and took a step closer to where the broken Toa was taking his final breaths.[/color]


"As long as Onu-Koro survives, I will be" Whorok replied. His vision was fading in and out, and it was getting harder to breathe.


[color=#000080;]"Thanks for saving me" the Matoran replied, and gave a weak smile.[/color]


"I'm a Toa, aren't I. It's what I do"


Whorok was surprised to find that he didn't feel any regret about sacrificing himself to save a "blasted surface-dweller" as he usually would describe them. But this Matoran hadn't been that, she'd been a life in danger, and Whorok had saved that life.


Whorok knew he'd said many things about surface-dwellers over the years, quite a lot of it of the kind that would be best kept behind closed doors. But today he'd seen warriors, nay, heroes, of all kinds stand up and die for his village with just as much valor as himself. Today he'd fought beside them, and today he'd fought for his Koro, and they had prevailed. Whorok just knew that they had.


[color=#000080;]"You're hurt" the Matoran said as she readjusted her arm so she could inspect Whorok's wound more closely.[/color]


"I'm not the one who matters here, only Onu-Koro matters" Whorok insisted "I'm not going to survive, not this time"


[color=#000080;]The Matoran was silent for a while as she took a few looks around, there was nothing anywhere but dirt and soil, nothing of any value or usefulness.[/color]


"I'm glad to die for my Koro" Whorok finished.


[color=#000080;]"I'll... I'll make sure people remember you" the Matoran said "it's the least I can do"[/color]


"You do as you wish... I'm going to rest now" Whorok said.


[color=#000080;]"What's your name?" the Matoran asked.[/color]




[color=#000080;]"I'm Xarya" she replied "and I'll make sure they remember you, Whorok"[/color]


Whorok smiled and closed his eyes, finally drifting off to eternity.


[color=#000080;]Not seconds later, Xarya saw the cave wall collapse as a rescue team tumbled in. With a bluster of efficiency and dedication, they rapidly dug Whorok out and helped the two back to the Koro.[/color]


***Some time Later***


[color=#000080;]Xarya was standing across from a tombstone, one among many in the graveyard dedicated to the fallen heroes of the battle against the Makuta's legions.[/color]

[color=#000080;]She readjusted her backpack as she threw a single, solitary salute at the tombstone. On it was this inscription:[/color]


Here lies Whorok.

A man of dedication and loyalty

And a true hero


[color=#000080;]"I'll remember you, Whorok" Xarya promised to the tombstone. She waved one last goodbye, and then started on her lonely way into the tunnels. She had places to go, and things to do, but no one could imagine what was in store for her...[/color]

Edited by Geardirector, May 07 2013 - 08:15 AM.

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#78 Offline M31

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Posted May 07 2013 - 08:26 AM

IC: [color=rgb(255,165,0);]Naru[/color]


[color=rgb(255,165,0);]It was a Karz of a good thing that her Kanohi was orange, as it hid the blush rapidly spreading across her face quite well.  Plagia looked like a lightning-throwing mummy clad in blue and yellow armor.  And of course she would have mentioned that.  Naru didn't glance at the Toa of Earth, though the Toa of Plasma looked like she was just going to punch him again to get it over with.  Naru rolled her eyes, and did exactly that.[/color]


[color=rgb(255,165,0);]Just before kissing the Toa of Earth full-on.[/color]






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#79 Offline Zalty

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Posted May 07 2013 - 08:41 AM

[color=#4b0082;]IC: Kehuri[/color]

The Toa of Earth thought he'd had enough for one day already... But it was okay. For some reason he felt he had a debt to the Toa of Plasma that he hadn't repaid yet. For a second, he felt a pang of disappointment as well as humor. And then it was gone when the Toa of Plasma's lips met his. Any feeling that this was happening too quickly left his head as he kissed her back. Ignoring the dull throb in his side, he gently pulled Naru to a sitting position in his arms. 


It was strange, knowing that somebody was yours, and that you belonged to them in turn. To actually have somebody reciprocate such strong feelings. It was alien to him, but welcome, bringing a rush of warmth to his chest the likes of which he'd never experienced before. The warm figure in his arms felt so comfortable, and right, there.


Then Kehuri remembered Plagia and Atox were there.


His eyes flew open, though he didn't break the kiss, a huge blush under his mask. 

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"Power is always dangerous. It attracts the worst, and corrupts the best. [...] It is only given to those who are ready to lower themselves to pick it up."


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#80 Offline Elrond of Rivendell

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Posted May 07 2013 - 09:34 AM

[color=rgb(0,100,0);]OOC: Thought Atox was done, but I can't seem to help posting uber-long posts as him. Oh, well :shrugs:[/color][color=rgb(0,100,0);] [/color]


[color=rgb(0,100,0);]IC(Atox, Le-koro medical station):[/color]


[color=rgb(0,100,0);]The healing had begun.[/color]


[color=rgb(0,100,0);]I saw it in Naru and Kehuri's eyes as they kissed, some of the pain gone from the living death we had all gone through. The kind of things we had all gone through in the past few months were nothing to laugh at. The pain, anger, and destruction still existed; they would fight all around us, every day of our lives. But here, here was a safe haven. In the company of friends. As long as one had someone to lean on, they would never need to face the dark alone.[/color]


[color=rgb(0,100,0);]I looked down at my injury. The healer who had fixed me up said that the edge of the staff cut deep, all the way across my torso. It would take months to heal, she had said, and that I would never regain the full strength that I once had. The wound was currently full of stitches, and it hurt to move, but I didn't really care. The Island was safe, for now. A small physical debilitation was a minor price to pay. And besides, you didn't need physical mobility to use a shield, anyway.[/color]


[color=rgb(0,100,0);]I looked at the pair again. True, the toa of Earth and the toa of Plasma were an unlikely pair; seeming to fit better in romantic tales of times gone by. And yet, I never saw Orange and Black go so well together until now. Kehuri began to blush, the rose-colored tint showing ever so slightly behind the mask.[/color]


[color=rgb(0,100,0);]And then I laughed. Not a chuckle, not a guffaw, but a deep, hearty Laugh that echoed across the battlefield.[/color]


[color=rgb(0,100,0);]Some Matoran and Toa gave me some blank stares, obviously wondering if I was insane. My body screamed the same, threatening to pull each individual stitch out with excruciating pain. But do you know what? I didn't care a Muaka's rear end. The weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I was free.[/color]


[color=rgb(0,100,0);]"You know, Kehuri, I think she likes you."[/color]


[color=rgb(0,100,0);]I looked over at Plagia, and gave her a wink. "Why don't we let these youngsters have some time to themselves." [/color]


[color=rgb(0,100,0);]I walked away, giving the young Onu-toa and the Su-Toa some time to "wrap up loose ends."[/color]


[color=rgb(0,100,0);]Life was looking much brighter. Much brighter, indeed.[/color]



Edited by Elrond of Rivendell, May 07 2013 - 07:05 PM.

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