"It might be harder to discard your pride so they will die for you now, but it will be worth it."
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Posted Jun 20 2013 - 08:00 PM
"It might be harder to discard your pride so they will die for you now, but it will be worth it."
Posted Jun 20 2013 - 09:33 PM
"The only pride I have is for Po-Koro and her Sentinels."
Posted Jun 20 2013 - 10:01 PM
"People don't like it when you treat them like dirt."
Posted Jun 21 2013 - 07:04 AM
"They should have learned by now, that this island isn't peaches and cream. I treat them like dirt to try and better them, whether they better themselves afterwards or not, is their choice."
Posted Jun 21 2013 - 07:58 AM
"Have you ever thought of letting the Lord, Mata Nui, into your life?"
Posted Jun 21 2013 - 11:30 AM
I don't even.
"I don't even."
Posted Jun 21 2013 - 11:33 AM
OOC: [color=#8b4513;]Sorry 'bout the delay Team Joske, but the following Tuck/Eyru jam was terribly important and a long time in the planning. Enjoy[/color]
[Motara Desert, Po-Wahi - somewhere]
[color=#ff0000;]Her outline wasn't that hard to spot among the rocks and dunes.Now, granted, it was dark, and her own colors aided in the camouflage, but on a moonlit night under a full compliment of stars a casually-walking feminine figure wasn't that hard to pick out, especially if you were looking for it. The only thing wrong with the whole scene was the temperature; once the sun went down, it dropped like a rock. Not surprising considering this place was entirely made UP of rock. And sand.Did I mention sand?With a slight nudge I hefted myself over the boulder I was perched on and slid up next to her.[/color]
[color=#000080;]A slight noise – Cael turned her head, but it was nothing to be afraid of. Only Joske, who slid up to her almost as though he were made of shadow. The light of the moon and stars was only enough to give her a vague vision of his face (though she liked to think she knew it well enough by now), but his wide grin was easy enough to see.“You'd better have a good excuse for dragging a lady out into the middle of the desert,” she teased.[/color]
[color=#daa520;]"Lady? All I see is a washed-up Toa of Water."[/color][color=#ff0000;]And so our little running joke continued, the ball once again squarely in her court. I didn't give her the option of an immediate reply however as I wrapped myself around her, giving her a warm kiss, letting my hands caress her for a moment. Even as I finished I didn't pull away, letting my fingers dance on her hips as I stared into those golden orbs for a spell. In all the excitement of adventure I had temporarily forgotten that we had spent so much and so long in near absolute-privacy, that now I was beginning to pang for us to be alone again. Still, I knew we would need to wean ourselves of that dependency, and the earlier the better. I smirked as my figers continued their exploration.[/color][color=#daa520;]"Apparently not. I gave you a vauge and open-ended comment and you came out here anyway. You're pretty trusting."[/color]
[color=#000080;]“It's a flaw of mine,” she replied, draping her arms over his shoulders. “I just felt so sorry for this burnt-out Toa of Fire – I couldn't turn him down.”[/color]
[color=#daa520;]"Mmmm... another one of your charity cases?"[/color] [color=#ff0000;]I cocked my head to one side as we swayed slightly in the starlight.[/color]
[color=#000080;]"I've been told I'm generous to a fault."[/color]
[color=#daa520;]"Well in that case this might work out well."[/color] [color=#ff0000;]I commented, thinking out loud. My eyes quickly refocused back on her.[/color] [color=#daa520;]"So on the way in I spotted something... something that I think would be very entertaining, if not for the fact it's one of the few things I've never done. Willing to go out on an impromptu date?"[/color]
[color=#000080;]"I'm already here," she said, smiling. "Why not?"[/color]
[color=#daa520;]"Excellent."[/color][color=#ff0000;]I grabbed her firmly and twisted myself next to her, having her in a hold by now she knew very well; it was what I did when I was about half-carry, half-escort her when using my mask. The Kakama wasn't exactly designed to carry passengers, but with some practice and a willing accomplice it was possible. My mask began to glow as I turned to look at her, that mischevious boy-troublemaker grin plastered across my face.[/color][color=#daa520;]"Ready?"[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]There was a mildly dizzying sensation, and immediately I felt the two of us pull forward as the world streaked into a fuzzy blur as we shot across the desert. The trip didn't take more than a few seconds, but in that time we traveled nearly half as far as the trek to the temple itself. Coming to a halt we found ourselves at the bottom of a small rock wall, and as our senses adjusted to normal-time there was some curious, seemingly-animal sounds coming from the other side. With a grin I began to climb the rock face, motioning Cael to do the same.[/color]
[color=#000080;]The dark world turned to watercolors, stars blurring into white streaks overhead as Joske activated his mask, sending the two Toa flying across the sands.They came to stop scarce seconds later before a low rock wall. Cael waited a moment to let the dizzying sensation of Kakama travel pass, then followed Joske in climbing up the diminutive cliff, keeping quiet despite her desire to ask just what the heck the Toa of Fire had planned. Though not the most physically perfect specimen of a Toa, the wall was low enough that the healer was easily able to pull herself up on top.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]I easily reached the top before her, and as I gazed out over the top of the cliff I nodded affirmatively. This was definitely the place. Reaching a hand down I helped pull her up the last bio or so, and as she hopped up to my position she could finally see what I could.Below us was a large sand plain that streatched for almost as far as the eye could see. That wasn't unusual. What was residing IN the field was what got out immediate attention: Kikanalo. A whole herd of them, and mostly asleep by the lack of motion by the majority. We were at one of the most outlying herd ranges for Po-Koro, in the dim distance a slight column of smoke signaled the encampment of the herders. It was a rather serene scene; a quiet night, large majestic animal sleeping, very little sound... and two young toa with not a lot to do and the world at their fingertips.[/color][color=#daa520;]Perfect.[/color][color=#ff0000;]Leaning in close I tightened my grip on her hand, never letting go after helping her up. My voice was low and somber as I spoke directly into her eyes.[/color] [color=#daa520;]"Cael, love, there is something I've always wanted to ask you. Something near and dear to my heart, something I've always wanted to do but never got the chance. Something we might never ever get the chance to do again. Cael, darling... will you go Kikanalo-tipping with me?"[/color]
[color=#000080;]The healer laughed and pushed Joske, threatening to topple him off the low wall. “I swear, you're going to make a delinquent out of me yet!”Staring at the grinning Toa, she couldn't help but smile. Only Joske would think of something like this. Something she never would've dreamed of doing in a hundred years. Crazy came naturally to him, and it felt like he was pulling her closer to the edge every day.She didn't half mind it, really.“Let's go.”Pulling her other leg over, the Toa of Water hopped off the wall. Landing almost noiselessly, she turned and looked back up, a mischievous smile on her face.“Coming?”[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]I cackled gleefully.[/color][color=#daa520;] "If you put it that way... "[/color][color=#ff0000;]With a single leap I was over the wall, the soft sanding cushioning my fall and making it nearly noiseless. Grabbing her by the hand we began jogging towards the closest one as I spoke in hushed tones, gesturing with my free arm.[/color][color=#daa520;]"Alright, the key here is teamwork; if we don't hit at the precisely same instant there won't be enough momentum to shove these massive beasts over, not to mention hurt ourselves in the process. It has to be a perfect transfer of energy for this to work, so you go and I'll keep up with you. Any questions?"[/color]
[color=#000080;]Cael looked up at the hulking beast, sleeping peacefully in the moonlight. For a brief second, she was struck by the absolute absurdity of this situation: what on earth were they doing?Simple. We're Kikanolo-tipping.“Sure you can keep up with me?”With a wink, she was gone, jogging up to the nearest snoring Rahi. Seconds from impact, she braced herself, and threw all her weight against its side.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]The timing was perfect.I lagged behind for about a half a second, gauging her stride before shooting forward, weakly tapping into my mask's energies. The moment she hit was the same moment I did, two toa hitting the slumbering beast at almost a dead run. We practically bounced off the muscular side, stumbling back a few bios, half-stunned, and for a split second it seemed as though nothing happened.It just took a moment.The Kikanolo woke up with a start, a clear look of confusion on its face when it felt the sudden impact. I mean, if YOU were asleep and you suddenly got slapped what would your first reaction be? But the creature didn't even get that far, for by the time it's groggy mind figured out something had just run into it, it's eyes registered a distinct slant in the earth. No, not slant, falling-[/color][color=#8b4513;]MmmmrrrrAAAAAAWWWWWWWWW!!![/color]*THUD*[color=#ff0000;]Once the sand cloud settled, we could see the beast laying on its side, half-stunned, half-twitching in utter confusion at it tried to figure out what the karz just happened. I looked at Cael...... and completely lost it.[/color][color=#daa520;]"Again?"[/color] [color=#ff0000;]I asked when I could speak through the fits of laughter.[/color][color=#000080;]The two Toa dissolved into laughter, the risk of prematurely awakening the other beasts quickly forgotten. Cael laughed so hard she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks as the Kikanolo snorted and pawed at the ground, groggily trying to regain its footing.“If we can find another one,” she gasped in response to Joske's question. But all around them, the other Rahi were beginning to wake up, shaking away sleep as they registered the fact that one of their own had been taken down. It didn't take long for the herd to draw a bead on the only bipedal creatures in the field.“Or... maybe we should make a strategic retreat,” she said, struggling to rein in her giggles.[/color]
[color=#daa520;]"O-one more."[/color] [color=#ff0000;]I stuttered through the tears, trying to pierce through the blur.[/color] [color=#daa520;]"Gotta make this worth while; can't go back saying we tipped only ONE over-"[/color][color=#ff0000;]In what I can only subscrube to as a minor miracle I spotted a small, lone Kilianolo at the edge of the heard, all by itself, and from the looks of it still for the most part asleep. I pointed in it's direction... which was through the now-waking herd.[/color][color=#daa520;]"Race you over there!"[/color][color=#ff0000;]With that I bolted, sprinting ([/color][color=#daa520;]non-mask enhanced, mind you![/color][color=#ff0000;]) through the heard of Rahi, dodging massive bodies in an attempt to snag one last thrill. Mata-Nui, this was insane.[/color]
[color=#daa520;]Eat THAT Dorian.[/color][color=#ff0000;]"Hurry up; they're waking!"[/color]
[color=#000080;]Cael ran after Joske, legs pumping furiously as she attempted to keep up with the fastest Toa on the island. If the Toa of Fire had chosen to use his mask, she would've been left in the dusk; as it was, she couldn't even stay abreast.But Kikanolo tipping was an exercise in teamwork, so Joske matched his pace to hers; they had to collide with the last Rahi simultaneously to get enough push behind their shove. Said last Rahi was just beginning to wake up. Its eyes fluttered blearily, but by the time they focused, it was too late.[/color]
[color=#000080;]Its confused bellow echoing through the desert night, Kikanolo met sand with an earth-shaking crash.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]As the cloud settled two victorious toa stood, covered from head to toe in a thin layer of sand and sweat. They were slightly hunched, breathing in heavily, their collective gasps in rhythmic unison, towering above their hapless victim, quite spent. Yet for the briefest of moments the high was unsurpassed - we had by ourselves, together, with nothing more than our own bodies and momentum toppled two of the largest Rahi on the island. We were unstoppable. We were invincible. We were-[/color]RRROOOOAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW!!![color=#ff0000;]We were being stared down by over two dozen exceedingly massive and now angry Rahi. Several began to dig with their massive claws, the sonic wave from their bellows already chattering our teeth. I looked sheepishly at Cael was we both subconsciously began to step back, feeling the pressure of the herd as they began to close in. Only now did I realize too late our way out was THROUGH them, even as the Matoran herders behind us had woken up amongst the commotion and began shouting as they began to stumble in our direction.[/color][color=#daa520;]"Soooo... I could go for that strategic retreat right 'bout now. You?"[/color][color=#ff0000;]Despite the situation I was grinning like a madman.[/color]
[color=#000080;]“I'm a pacifist,” she grinned, heart beating a million miles a minute. “Can't fight my way out, can I?”[/color]
[color=#daa520;]"For once, love, I completely agree with you." [/color][color=#ff0000;]I took her hand, squeezing it tight even as both sides closed in for the kill. I looked into her beaming golden orbs, watching the emotion as it rolled over her like the waves of the ocean.[/color] [color=#daa520;]"I guess the only thing we can do is attempt to run for it one last time. We might not make it out alive. Up for it?"[/color]
[color=#000080;]The healer looked back into his eyes, those eyes that were bluer than the sky, as the Kikanolo thundered down upon them, and the shouts of the herders sounded around.“If we don't make it out...”She leaned in, their faces scarce inches apart. They were the eye of the storm.“Then you're not the fastest.”[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]I gripped her tight, doing my best not to crush her where my hands had decided to latch on to her. The thundering hooves of the Kikanolos. The shouts of the herders. The roars of the Rahi. The swirling mass of dust and sand. Even as it all whipped around us, our bodies getting sandblasted and soundboarded at the same time the tiny space between us was a reservoir of calm, a pool of still glass. My eyes narrowed as my chin dropped ever so slightly.[/color] [color=#daa520;]"Challenge... "[/color][color=#ff0000;]It all came to a thunderous, stampeding pinnacle-[/color][color=#daa520;]"... accepted."[/color][color=#ff0000;]My mask glowed as everything collided.[/color]
* * *
[color=#ff0000;]I gasped, clean air filling my lungs as a plume of dust and sand flew behind us, our legs coming to a furious stop in the deep dunes. Somewhere between the sheer exhaustion and laughter I doubled over on the dune, belting my heart out as Cael collapsed next to me. I chanced a look over to see how well she fared.[/color]
[color=#000080;]The Toa of Water collapsed to the sand, breathless and dizzy. The shouts and roars of the chaos had dissolved in a whirlwind of chaos as the two Toa made their egress. The din could still be heard, but it was far behind them now.Shaking the sand from her mask, Cael looked up and met Joske's gaze. She smiled; she was alright.“I knew you could do it.”[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]I opened my mouth to speak, intending so say something along the lines of "Of course I could!" or in some other macho and heroic way. Instead what came out was a muffled incoherent babble as a mouthful of sand spat out and landed squarely on her mask. I stared at her for a second, shocked and surprised.[/color][color=#daa520;]"Heh heh... sorry." [/color][color=#ff0000;]I said apologetically. I think I blushed there too... [/color]
[color=#000080;]The healer sputtered and frantically wiped the sand away. When her eyes had been cleared of grit, she focused on Joske. She smiled.The Toa of Fire was suddenly engulfed in a deluge of water that left him dripping, breathless, and squeaky-clean.“It's fine,” she chirped. “No harm done.”[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]I couldn't hold it back any longer.Granted, I had been laughing most of the way, but thus far it had been intermingled with running and rather strenuous physical exercise. Now in the ebb of adrenaline and the safety of anonymity, I let it all out. I giggled so hard I cried, letting all the pent-up crazy out, feeling the end and then the crash of the high. That had been so stupendous, so insane, so incedibly stupid of us we shouldn't be alive, let alone getting away scott-free.Then again, if all things were equal, we shouldn't be a couple, at least ONE of us dead. But under the starlit night, that didn't matter... not all the way out here in the middle of nowhere. Grabbing her by the shoulder I pulled her close, letting her roll on over me as I took a deep breath.[/color][color=#daa520;]"Wanna top off the night?"[/color][color=#000080;]Cael let the Toa of Fire pull her close. Despite his lack of fire, he was still warm compared to the chill of the desert night – not that either of them were particularly cold after their midnight escapades. Kikanolo-tipping... she chuckled. What on earth had they been thinking?The stars gleamed overhead, bathing the sand in dim silver light. The two Toa lay on the sand, quiet save for their breathing. Otherwise, the night was peaceful.Cael had always thought she was happy before. She had been content with her life. But the happiness she'd felt before meeting Joske compared to what she felt now... it was no contest. Even doing stupid things like Rahi tipping, things she couldn't have dreamed up on her own, she was happy as long as she was doing them with Joske.It was an odd thing, how your life changed when you met someone you cared for. She couldn't have guessed it would turn out this way, and she couldn't explain it; she'd always been more prepared to deal with things in a scientific manner, and love wasn't something you could easily explain. Rationalizing romance by way of biology was boring. But, even if she had been a poet, or an artist, Cael didn't think she could have put the way she felt into words or paint.It was cliche and silly, she knew, but, right now, that didn't seem to matter. She would rather look silly loving Joske than anything else in the world.[/color]
Living large... like clown-shoe size large. Complete with nose, rainbow-colored hair, and a bottle of seltzer water.
Posted Jun 22 2013 - 03:48 AM
[color=#800000;]"Me?" Merror replied, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Oh, it's hard to say, isn't it? The outsider. The leader without a team..."[/color]
[color=#800000;]He breathed out through his mouth.[/color]
[color=#800000;]"I almost wonder whether I should be here at all," he admitted. "I should explain; I'm...the leader, of a Toa team. The Toa Astha. We were separated, before Makuta's defeat. I wonder whether this whole adventure of Joske's is a self-indulgence on my part, when my friends are out there, scattered in the night. Which duty comes first?"[/color]
[color=#800000;]"But then," he continued before Agni could reply, "we are doing something important. Freeing Utu, finding Echelon..."[/color]
[color=#800000;]He turned his head sideways to look Agni in the eye.[/color]
[color=#800000;]"Do you know how long I've wanted to bring him down?" he asked. "That necromancer...he's a fiend in Toa form. You've seen him fight, Agni, but that's just the half of it. He plots and he tortures and he destroys...and he always escapes. Vanishes into the ether. Every single time I've been so close, but he slips through my fingers. I froze him in an ice cave, and he escaped that. You heard Dorian - he survived apparent decapitation. He always has a backup plan and there is always a sting in the tail."[/color]
[color=#800000;]Merror's voice had been remarkably calm and lacking in anger or dread; a narrator's level tone. Now just a hint of the frustration peeked through.[/color]
[color=#800000;]"No matter what allies or what plan I had, I've never managed to catch him."[/color]
[color=#800000;]A sliver of a smile curled the corner of his mouth.[/color]
[color=#800000;]"But with you guys...I think we stand a fighting chance."[/color]
Merror ~ Korero ~ Echelon ~ Lohkar ~ Zadron ~ Stralix ~ Kilanya ~ Tazera ~ Enali ~ Gotsoko ~ Lesterin Species
Posted Jun 22 2013 - 06:14 AM
"Your actions are not bringing about Unity," I explain. "Only with it can we properly commit to our Duty."
Posted Jun 22 2013 - 03:49 PM
"One could say that without me doing my Duty, we aren't bringing about our Unity."
Posted Jun 22 2013 - 06:08 PM
"Do you really believe your actions allow Unity to prosper?"
Posted Jun 22 2013 - 06:22 PM
"My Duty is to form the recruits into a team, Unity. Whether they hate me or not, is not my business. If I am to stand alone from Unity, because of my Duty, so be it."
Posted Jun 22 2013 - 08:50 PM
"It is not Unity if even a single person is left out."
Posted Jun 23 2013 - 03:12 AM
[font="'lucida sans unicode', 'lucida grande', sans-serif;"][color=#4b0082;]IC: A lone being walks through the desert. Up ahead he sees the silhouette of the village. Po-Koro. It has been almost fifteen years since he last came here. But it is time he came back. To survey the situation of the village, see if any threats were imminent or if any had already come to pass. His name is Qyntar, a toa of gravity. He is here to help.[/color][/font]
OOC: Alright guys, I'm back, and I really want in on what you others are doing. If anyone happens to be around Po-Koro, let me know OOC.
Posted Jun 23 2013 - 03:46 PM
OOC: I really have no clue.
"You assume that Unity is meant for everybody."
Posted Jun 23 2013 - 09:22 PM
[font="georgia, serif;"][color=rgb(75,0,130);]IC-Marfoir:Loking through the scope of his rifle, Marfoir watched the Matoran he was due to kill go about his business. Short, stocky, with a black Rau on a tan face; the trader was named Akhmou, and his service was soon to be over. Marfoir had been watching the Matoran for the last three days, plotting down his general actions, every day.7:00 AM: Wake up, eat breakfast8:00 AM: Set up stand, commence trade for next eight point five hours.4:30 PM: Head to home on outskirts of town, going to small workshop in back, work for next few hours.[/color][/font]
[font="georgia, serif;"][color=rgb(75,0,130);]8:30 PM: Call it a day.The Matoran did very little besides this, each day. On Monday, he'd spoken with a Toa. Marfoir had listened in on the conversation, bouncing the sounds back off of a hard stone plaque that the Matoran had made. Marfoir had been hoping to learn something useful from this, though all he'd learned was that the Toa was broke and would have to pay Akhmou back some other day.Getting in debt...what a fool, Marfoir had thought. He'd said he could come back within the week. That had been two days ago.Hopefully he wouldn't come back too soon. Marfoir checked his taskpad, turning away from the scope. 4:10 PM. Time to move. Marfoir put the scope back in its case, with the rest of the rifle; he wouldn't need it after this.By 4:20, he was at the Matoran's home, hidden near the entrance to the workshop. Ten minutes until the kill. Marfoir had none of his weapons on him, now, besides a knife; they were all hidden at his hideout farther out in the desert. The only other items he carried was a waterskin, a towel, and a special project that Marfoir had been working on over the last two days, one that would be necessary for the murder - these three carried in his small pack.Ten minutes of waiting and Akhmou arrived, unlocking and opening the workshop, leaving the door open, as he always did. He wanted to hear if anybody was coming, so he could quickly head out to help them. Soon, he'd be unable to do that. Marfoir quickly came up behind the Matoran, his knife quickly flashing at Akhmou's throat, the towel moving quickly to catch the blood that flowed out from the Matoran's jugular vein."Shh, shh," the Vortixx murmured, while the Matoran he held slowly died. "Let go, Akhmou, let go. Your time in this world is done, now be free..."He slowly lowered the Po-Matoran to the ground, slipping the item that Marfoir had been working on into his hands, giving him time to look at it before he died. An item whose brothers Marfoir had grown familiar with when he first joined the team he worked for, getting to look over one for his first assignment.A small tablet, with three Matoran letters carved into it, one that had been a staple at various murders for a while, now. [/color][/font]
[font="georgia, serif;"][color=rgb(75,0,130);]After a minute or two, once sure the Matoran was dead - and yes, he was dead - Marfoir slipped back out, the bloodstained towel carefully folded and placed in his pack, as was the knife. He looked back, at Po-Koro proper; Akhmou had long been living outside of the Koro, due to his late showing, his seeming antisocialness - adopted due to some of his business, and his attempted poisoning of the Koro. As such, the guards weren't very watchful of his home, only checking up every once in a while to make sure he wasn't attempting to poison anybody else, or build some weapon of mass destruction. And so, knowing that he was clear on this count, Marfoir left back into the desert. [/color][/font]
[font="georgia, serif;"][color=rgb(75,0,130);]Yet he still had one more job to complete, and while it would certainly be a bit more complicated, it would certainly be more funLook out, Maxxy Kilonoob. I've been told that bullets aren't much fun...Although, it's not like you'll have very long to be able to realize that.[/color][/font]
Posted Jun 23 2013 - 09:32 PM
"Meh." Maxiam shrugged, "Mata Nui will guide me to the right path if I'm not on it."
Posted Jun 23 2013 - 09:43 PM
"Such apathy is what brings about sin," I say, although my tone is somewhat joking.
The concept of sin doesn't really exist in my religion, now that I think about it.
"I need help obtaining a new weapon. Want to come?"
Posted Jun 23 2013 - 09:48 PM
"I would enjoy that, yes." Maxiam nodded slowly. "I need to stop by the HQ first, though."
Maxiam took a turn towards the HQ, now clearly in sight from their location. He mistook how long and far they were walking, greatly. "We're already on it's doorstep, it seems." He chuckled softly.
Posted Jun 23 2013 - 09:49 PM
"The HQ was never far from where we began," I reply, entering. "Seeing that you've trained me once or twice before, what do you think is best for me?"
Posted Jun 23 2013 - 09:51 PM
He paused a moment, as he picked up a document, read it over, then threw it back on the desk of it's origin.
"To hold your doughnuts."
Posted Jun 23 2013 - 09:56 PM
Maxiam glared at Doughnut Guy for a second, then glanced at the desk. "What do you feel comfortable with the most?"
Posted Jun 23 2013 - 10:05 PM
"I'm sure there's some shields lying around in the armory."
Posted Jun 23 2013 - 10:06 PM
I thought for a bit. I had never really used shields, but ...
"I suppose that might work."
Posted Jun 23 2013 - 10:12 PM
"If you are going to use a shield, pair it with a short sword. Or use two, lighter shields on both arms even."
Posted Jun 24 2013 - 04:07 AM
I paused. Two shields on both arms ...
How exactly did that work? Was I to hit people by swinging my arms around?
It would not provide me with much range, however.
"Any suggestions for something with more reach?"
I would keep the shield suggestion in mind.
It sounds useful.
Posted Jun 24 2013 - 11:45 AM
"If you want to look like a firespitter, you can use a spear."
Posted Jun 24 2013 - 05:48 PM
"hold me"- Betsy Braddock
Posted Jun 24 2013 - 06:08 PM
"Should I try a polearm again then?"
I used to use one.
It was heavy.
Posted Jun 24 2013 - 07:11 PM
"A polearm is a good weapon, but I have a dislike for poles with points, besides spears."
Posted Jun 24 2013 - 07:30 PM
"Say, do you two believe I might be able to handle a baton?"
Posted Jun 24 2013 - 07:54 PM
"It might work." Maxiam nodded slowly.
Posted Jun 24 2013 - 09:52 PM
I think. A baton may not have as much range, but it would allow me to hit people quickly.
Does our armoury have batons, though?
Posted Jun 24 2013 - 10:26 PM
OOC: THE RIDE: In Which Lekua Does Something You Shouldn't Try at Home
[color=#006400;]IC: Lekua stared into the flames, still trying to process all that had happened in a single day. The Makuta was— And Aurax had— And Stannis—[/color]
[color=#006400;]A gentle nudge brought him back to the present. He turned to see Cyclone seated beside him, rubbing his beak affectionately against Lekua's shoulder. Lekua returned the favor, reaching over and ruffling the feathers at the base of the bird's wing. A faint grin played across his lips. A lot had changed since he'd first felt those feathers...[/color]
[color=#006400;]I’m running through the jungle, not sprinting, not jogging, somewhere in between. A nice, sustainable pace. I know where I’m going; I know how to get there. Without missing a beat, I spring forward and fly effortlessly over a low-hanging branch. Perfectly calm, collected. In control.Or that’s what it looks like, anyway. Inside, it’s a different story. My heart beats a thousand times faster than my pace warrants. Random bursts of half-coherent thought flash through my mind as I try to sift through everything I know, everything I’ve been taught, in preparation for what’s to come.But none of it helps – that’s the point. You’re not supposed to know what to do. Recruits have died doing this, I realize. How am I supposed to–I come to an abrupt halt; a step more would have sent me off the edge of the cliff. The shrieks of a hundred birds fill my ears as I peer over the edge at the flock of Kahu wheeling below. I pause, my apprehension forgotten in a moment of sheer awe at the sight.But I know if I hesitate a moment longer I’ll never make it. I turn, back up a few steps, and then dash forward, throwing myself off the cliff. No biggie, right? Oh, yeah. Jumping off a cliff. People do this all the time.The wind howls in my ears as I fall, ripping a scream from my throat. Not that anyone’s around to hear. Something feathery smacks against my face and I grab it, my arms nearly ripped from their sockets by the sudden jolt. Within moments, though, I somehow manage to pull myself onto the bird’s back. It clearly isn’t happy about the situation, but no way am I letting go.This is gonna be one karzahni of a ride.[/color]
Edited by Baltarc, Jun 24 2013 - 10:27 PM.
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