OOC: From Le-Koro.
IC:Ga-Wahi is, in many ways, very similar to Le-Wahi.
Both regions possess a very, very wet atmosphere. For Le-Wahi, it's the trapped humidity of a jungle. For Ga-Wahi, it's a result of being right on the coast. Both are vibrant regions with significant amounts of foliage, though that of course thins once the coast is reached. But where Le-Wahi is a dense jungle that all seems the same to anyone that doesn't live there, Ga-Wahi is beautiful, and anyone that ever passes through the region will be able to recognize certain places on a second pass through. For the De-Toa currently passing through, this is both a good, and a bad thing.
Krayn tried to avoid the memories of the last time he passed through the region. Things were different this time around, he reminded himself repeatedly. This wasn't as dangerous as it used to be, the Marines were famous for their patrols in the region. Any group that size would have been noticed and dealt with, and there weren't any forces like that left on the island. He tried passing the time by humming, imitating bird calls and listening for the reactions. He tried thinking about something cheerful, like how he could spend his vacation in Ga-Koro.But when he passed the clearing, he couldn't avoid it anymore. It took a minute for where he was to register, but the last piece of the puzzle clicked in his mind when he spotted the two graves. And then it all became clear.
It was a fairly large clearing, surprisingly so for a natural formation. It was surrounded on all sides by tall trees, though some of the ones closest to the clearing were missing their lower branches, or were just starting to grow them back. One trunk, just to Krayn's right, had a broken portion of a branch just starting to grow again. The floor of the clearing was illuminated by the sun high in the sky, its dirt clean and unbroken, but in his mind it was not so. All he could see was how it was when last he entered it.The ground was not clear, it was dark and wet, soaked with blood that should never have been spilled. A fire blazed in the corner furthest from him, and yards away he could see where it was he had sat with three others, just before all Karzahni broke loose. Several plants were still growing in the center, a testament to what happened on that day.
This was where everything had changed. Without realizing it, Krayn stopped in the center of the clearing, eyes roaming his terrain around him, but not truly seeing it. This was where he had nearly died, where he came the closest he had ever come....
The fire crackled, the smoke filtering into the air, as the Bearers gathered around its warmth. They were all silent, eyeing each other with wariness as they ate their small meal of fruit, supplied by the Mark Bearer of Cruelty. Just beyond the fire's warmth were the prisoners, all three of them. A stoic, weather beaten Toa of Fire sat perfectly still. His eyes monitored the situation with great care, watching for a mistake, however small, that could help him. The other Ta-Toa, a Ta-Koro deputy. was equally still, but her emotions were closer to the surface. Anger. Worry. Emotions reflected on the face of the Vo-Toa next to them both.They weren't bound, nor were they unarmed. But they were helpless just the same. And it was into this group that Krayn had pushed. His cover story as a retired guard had held, just barely, but it hadn't gotten him far....
Suddenly, and with no external reaction, Krayn began moving again. Quicker this time, pressing on towards the opposite end of the clearing.
No help was coming. They had to maintain the two newest Mark Bearers' cover, they couldn't risk attempting a rescue. The Bearers weren't quiet anymore, they were suddenly very animated indeed. The Toa of Ice was looming over him, evil grin stretched across his face.Emotia's eyes were wide, even though she tried her best to hide what she was thinking. She wanted to stop it, she wanted to keep it from happening, but she didn't know how. Neither she nor Reaver could act without blowing their cover. She was impotent.And he had ordered her not to try and stop him.
The face loomed again. But this time, he had a sword drawn. It was a monster of a sword, massive in length and width. It was not a thing of beauty or grace, like some. It was not an ambiguous tool, its alignment to be decided by its owner. It was a monster, a creature of evil so malicious it was almost sentient, a dark reflection of its master's will. The grin was permanently etched onto Utu's face.Death's face.
The De-Toa didn't know when he started running. He didn't remember sprinting away from the clearing as if the minions of Karzahni itself were after him, he didn't remember running as if his life depended on it. All he remembered was that face, hovering before him. An eternal reminder, the guise of the reaper's servant. The guise of the reaper of lives.The face of fear.**************************************************************************************When Krayn passed through Ga-Koro's gates, he was panting, sweat beading his forehead and running down his face. He went past the marines without a word, forcing himself to breathe more slowly. By the time he reached the marketplace, he was calm again. Death no longer rode at his heels, and after a bit of work, his heart rate reflected that. Now, he could set out to do what he actually came here to do. Refocusing was better than focusing on the past.
He reached out with his element, searching through the sea of sounds and voices to find what he was looking for. It was hard, there were innumerable possibilities, possible locations. And the time it took to search reflected that. When he began, the sun was high in the sky, the height of noon. When he finally stirred from the seat he had taken on the bench, easily an hour had passed. But it was worth it. In the sea of sounds and noises, he'd heard a reference to a group of Toa heading towards the ruins of Casa Juturna, Tillian Juturna among them.
He shouldn't have been surprised at the choice of location. In fact, hindsight being what it was, it should have been the first place he checked. Without a word, he stood and began walking through the streets, a route he knew very well. The place where the home was stood was visible in the distance, growing closer with every passing moment.It was time to see some old friends.