IC: Captain Commander Iraira (with Krios)
This Krios is good with his words, Iraira realized, feeling half-affected by the vortixx's eloquent speech. To clear her mind, the toa of crystal looked at the books lining the back wall as he spoke, focusing less on the words and more on the meaning. In all, what was he besides another member of the crew, a component to be exchanged at leisure? When finished, Iraira stared at Krios' extended hand with a mild look of satisfaction. Languidly, she pointed to the piece of paper held down by a stylus to the desk. As the vortixx stared blankly, she pushed a small jar of ink across the surface. After another puzzled pause, Iraira explained.
"It's a contract. This may be a back door deal, but I still keep written records. Might as well give the Mata-Nui Daily some dirt to find."
IC: Captain Commander Iraira (with the Ussalry in the bar)
An uncomfortable silence fell amongst the women as the beefy ussalry guard uttered his slurred request. Iraira's mouth contorted into a thin line, even as the marines currently occupying their chairs froze mid-motion. She uncrossed her arms and walked closer, the pendent continuing its motions.
"It's considered bad manners to ask a woman her age." Iraira paused, giving herself a moment to saddle a barstool with feline ease. Her elbows rested softly against the counter as she continued. "I'm not quite sure what other meaning you would have for number, officer. If you're meaning my rank I have already established that. I would hate to know our allies in the mines are both deaf and blind."
IC: Captain Commander Iraira (In the prisons)
The jangling of key warranted the approach, followed by the echo of footsteps in the under-water prison. Iraira stared down through the bars at the vortixx and Verak, feeling little remorse for the deal she was about to offer. The two were wallowing in boredom, attempting to play a game Iraira had banned from her office. Iraira found herself distracted by the board and pieces, and never got any work done with a game of chess running.
"Move your knight C1 to D3," Iraira commented by way of entry. The two paused long enough to stare angrily at her, then resumed their painfully slow game. She waited, tapping her foot against the ground softly, an annoying sound of impatience.
"Alright," she said, butting into their game once more; "Verak and you vortixx who can't remember his name, I have a proposition. I'm needing some crew who know their way around the southern tip of Le-wahi and across the waters to the coordinates for the Kumu Islets. Although I could easily pull from the regular marine staff, I've decided to offer the positions to you as a gesture of second chances. If you accept, you will be considered Private rank for the duration of the voyage, and given adequate gear and training to fulfill your purpose aboard the exploratory vessel. If you follow orders and perform well, I will submit the papers for your release and you can go about your lives as you once did, hopefully with a little less law-breaking.
"Try anything stupid and I'll personally flay you alive as bait for fish hooks." Iraira smiled with closed eyes, a dangerously sweet grin. "Do we have an accord?"
IC: Kughii (JAM between Floridan Citrus and Myself)
Kughii slowly rolled on his side and stared into his roommate's eyes. He was a good two head's taller than her, even if he was short for his species. Kughii felt a tight pang in his chest as he gazed at her black kanohi. "What is it like to be a toa?"
Liikyra paused for a moment, though didn't put too much thought into her reply. It wasn't a question that she was asked often, although she thought of the topic extensively before. And how couldn't she, having been granted a power that few beings could imagine.
“It can be hard sometimes,” She replied, her gaze becoming slightly more distant as she stared at the roof above. “People look up to you, expect you to live up to their dreams, depend on you for guidance and advice, they want you to solve all of their problems with a wave of the hand. And it only makes it that much worse when you don't live up to their expectations. Some people resent you for the power you wield, sometimes it puts you in danger, and sometimes... Sometimes... You loose someon-”
“-Something because of it.”
“Although,” Liikyra continued quickly, her gaze focusing once more as she turned her head to look at Kughii, “You get to go on grand adventures, and meet some... interesting... friends.”
She smiled, one that only held the barest hints of being forced, despite being completely genuine.
Kughii pushed himself into a sitting position, his eyes staring out the window into the harbor and along the beach. In the distance, he could see the faint outline of surfers on the rolling waves. They’d try to hold on, fall down into the water before coming up in a splutter of brine, then try again.
“That sounds like a really bad dish of karma,” Kughii finally spoke, rolling his neck in circles to release the stiffness. Clapping his hands once, Kughii continued. “Okay, forget that. What about this stolen kanohi poster we were looking at? Any ideas on where to start?”
Liikyra followed the Vortixx's example, smoothly pushing herself up to a sitting position on the floor. The Toa shrugged, hands held together as she hugged her legs close. "Well, I suppose Po-Koro would be the best place to start, considering that's where it all started," Liikyra suggested, glancing over to Kughii. She shudderd, ever so slightly, at the mention of the Koro of Stone. Didn't she have fond memories of that place. Unconsciously, her hand drifted towards her ribs.
Yeah, great memories.
"I'd prefer to stay away from there if possible," Kughii replied. "I mean, it's not that I don't like sand. It's just I don't like dragging you through sand. It gets monotonous after a while."
Liikyra glared, unlaced a hand to shove the Vortixx in the shoulder. Not hard, but...
"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad," She protested.
Kughii chuckled and blocked her hand mid-swipe. "Please, I've never run that long a distance in my life." He rolled his head, letting the bones of his neck crackle, releasing the pent up tension with a comforting sigh. "We could go there, and that makes sense, but let's take the long way around. I'd like to see the snow before I see the desert again."
"Snow... would be most preferable."
OOC: Kughii and Liikyra to Ko-Wahi.