"Then you will walk with me back to the HQ." Maxiam said, with a nod of his head. He placed his hands behind his back, and folded them together, as he walked.
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Posted May 25 2013 - 09:56 PM
"Then you will walk with me back to the HQ." Maxiam said, with a nod of his head. He placed his hands behind his back, and folded them together, as he walked.
Posted May 25 2013 - 09:58 PM
He doesn't realise I'm staying away from the headquarters to avoid the wrath of the Commander, it seems.
"I have gate duty."
Posted May 25 2013 - 09:58 PM
[color=#8b4513;]He returned the handshake warmly with his good right hand. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Puneka. If it's all the same to you, though, how about I just walk back with you? Nothing like a good healthy walk, and I'd hate to impose, especially with your arm there." He held up his own scarred left hand and gave a sympathetic smile.[/color]
BZRPG: Komae · Soraya
Posted May 25 2013 - 10:00 PM
"Then I will walk with you to the gate." Maxiam said firmly, turning his direction towards the main gate.
Posted May 25 2013 - 10:00 PM
IC (Manuka): "I'd argue against that" Manuka replied, after a short pause. "Maxiam Kilanewb was in the guard before Hewkii took over, and although he could have been fired, Po-Koro desperately needs warriors to protect it, depleted as we were in the struggles against Makuta. The Akrir is forced to take who he can get, in some respects, eve if they are sometimes unruly".
He had said it before he even realised that 'unruly' was a rather ironic description for Kilanewb.
Posted May 25 2013 - 10:02 PM
He has no sense of preservation does he?
"I advise against that," I say. "We just left ... and for you to return ... would not be a good idea."
Posted May 25 2013 - 10:03 PM
Posted May 25 2013 - 10:06 PM
Ic: Another cigar was brought to Brykon's lips. A scratch. A flare of light and then a glowing ember. The match was tossed aside and died in the sand, writhing as it degenerated to charcoal. He quietly kept to himself as he stayed close to the side of the village so he could watch the centre from afar and listen to the morning wakings from up close. He always was a keen observer.
The sun was due to peek in ten minutes and there was no way he could relish it from within the city's cortyards. Stepping closer to the wall and the steps that led up it he could tell something was going on between guards present, one even seeming foreign. He cocked a smirk at the sight of the petty dispute but advanced to them. He asked in his disarmingly polite tone still laced with rugged energy, "I want to watch the sunrise." He pointed at the upper parapets. "From up there."
Posted May 25 2013 - 10:11 PM
"Hardly a good idea, you're correct. However, your sugar-laced voice has helped me think about my encounter with the flyboy at the gate." Maxiam stopped and looked at Doughnut Guy. "I know the regulations like the heel of my boots and scanning through them, I was slightly out of line." Maxiam looked at the setting sun, then back at Doughnut Guy. "If you tell anyone what I just told you, you know what I'll do. Clear?"
Posted May 25 2013 - 10:16 PM
If I didn't know better, I would have assumed that he was flirting with me.
He's not my type, anyway.
"Admitting that you were wrong is a good trait to have," I say, folding my arms. "Keep it up, and people will start to tolerate you more."
Posted May 25 2013 - 10:18 PM
[color=#4b0082;]While the Guard had been previously called to greet the visitors, Hari found herself back at her desk in the Headquarters, sorting through various papers that were either jokes and were promptly sorted into the trash or important issues that she would need to forward to Tera or one of her other superiors. It was great to have the Lieutenant back and honestly she wished she was leading the Gu-The Sentinels instead of this one time hero, because honestly Naona and Dehkaz were among the only people she could stand to take orders from. Tera had went along with all these rules and these backwards ideas, the others did, but you could tell they found something inherently wrong with the once warm village having a colder reception to strangers than Ko-Koro. Now that was saying something. An audible sigh escaped from Hari's lips as she sorted through more papers, writing down notes for Tera, and clipping them to the paper, mainly bullet points listing what the party wanted from the Sentinels. Some of it was insulting, treating the Sentinels as if they were common mercenaries and not people that were suppose to uphold the law.[/color]
[color=#4b0082;]Hari's pen continued to scribble away at her notes, the current one being a specist Po-matoran angry that a "thieving" Vortixx had just moved next door to him. Which the lady was anything but, she followed the law, and currently was caring for her three children, two Vortixx and one Po-matoran girl orphaned by the Rahkshi attack. It made the Toa of Plant Life start to boil red with rage as she crumpled the paper up and before unfolding it, and proceeding to starting to right down a venomous letter back to the matoran. This was injustice and by the spirits Hari hated injustice.[/color]
Posted May 25 2013 - 10:25 PM
IC (Pukena): "That's fine by me" she said, noticing that Komae had an injury in a similar place to her own. "Say, to pass the trip, do you know any good stories?" She picked up the handles of her cart again and began pulling it over and through the desert sand again, aided by her telekinesis.
Posted May 25 2013 - 10:32 PM
When Naona had opened the doors to the new records office, she had not expected a torrent of paper to flood into the hallway and completely bury her. It seemed that in the three months that she had been gone, nobody had bothered with all the paperwork. They had the excuse of recovering from the attacks, but really? So much paper? Was the person responsible so lazy that they could not even bother to do even half of it? She despaired at the state of the Guard; if they left all the paperwork, sooner or later the red tape would finally get in the way of justice.
"This is a mess," she muttered, pulling herself out of the massive pile. "And I thought Tillian was bad."
She sighed - it looked like she would have to do all of the paperwork again.
Posted May 25 2013 - 10:58 PM
[color=#8b4513;]The carver scratched his chin as the two set off. "Stories, eh?" He gave an apologetic smile. "Well, I've been stuck in Po-Koro ever since the Toa's victory a few months back, what with the new politics and all that. Not that I'm averse to a little change! But it does make collecting new tales a little more difficult when you get a fourth of the visitors from other Koros as you used to."[/color]
[color=#8b4513;]"I imagine you've know about the Makuta's vault? I could spin a few yarns about the rumors I've heard. I doubt any of it's even remotely close to the truth, but it can be fun to hear what sort of ideas people kick around, eh?" He snapped his fingers as a thought occurred to him. "Here's an idea! I've gotta say, I've never seen someone of your species before. How about a trade? A story for me for a story from you. Escapades, history, whatever works."[/color]
BZRPG: Komae · Soraya
Posted May 25 2013 - 11:14 PM
IC (Pukena): "Done deal" she said after a moment's thought. "Tell me about the vault." She too had heard a few rumors, but not terribly many. Whatever was in there, it would surely be something that could change life on Mata Nui a great deal. It was an exciting thing to contemplate, even if there were no answers yet.
Posted May 26 2013 - 12:02 AM
Having successfully sorted through all the paperwork and funnelled them to their respective departments, albeit at the cost of her energetic demeanour, Naona entered her office and slumped down onto her chair. It was fortunate that there were others who also wished to assist in getting through all the bureaucracy, so her workload was reduced dramatically. Of course, it was still rather tiring, which was why she was currently lazing around in her chair and staring up at the ceiling.
"I need to get away from all this," she said with a sigh, leaning forward to feed a request into John the Paperwork Machine. "The paperwork and lack of any action ... it's so confining."
She actually rather enjoyed the fact that the village was peaceful, but with all the paperwork taking up her time and complete lack of anything to do, it was getting incredibly monotonous. Her desk was the same as always: a broken Kolhii ball, mound of paperwork, John, a photo of her and the currently disbanded 13th Flight Squadron of Le-Koro, a grey vase with a poppy inside, the pink envelope that had not been there ... wait.
Naona frowned. Someone had left her a letter. Picking it up, she opened up the message inside, and began to read. Seconds later, she smiled.
"Looks like the Commander's doing well," said the Toa of Stone, relaxing back into her chair once more. "Lucky him ..."
Then she got an idea.
Getting off her feet, she walked through the door and into the smaller office next to hers. "Hari, I have an idea."
Posted May 26 2013 - 12:10 AM
(OOC: This entire thing got deleted right before I was about to post it, so this is a little shorter than I wanted. I hate laptop trackpads.)
[color=#8b4513;]"Done deal!" he agreed, and cricked his neck. "Well, like I said, this is all just rumor and speculation. Most likely, none of it's true. But it's fun to listen to, eh?""Well, anyway, some say it's not a vault at all - it's a stronghold. That the Toa Maru didn't defeat the Makuta, they just drove him away, and now he sleeps beneath, biding his time. If you believe that, then the riddle's pointless, just a cruel mockery of prophecy and destiny." He kicked a pebble along the ground. "I don't really buy that, though. I have faith that the Toa Maru destroyed the Makuta."Another idea I've heard is that the vault's not guarding treasure - it's guarding a door, or a portal, or what have you. A passage to some other world - some say one that might even lead to Mata Nui himself." The pebble rolled along the ground as he kicked it again. "I'm pretty doubtful of that one, too. Seems awful strange to keep a passageway in and out the heart of your lair of darkness."Others say that it's a prison, that if you open the door you'll find all the heroes who fell in battle against Makuta, sleeping in the darkness, waiting to be saved and reunited with their world." The pebble bounced away as his foot smacked against it just a little off-angle. "That one's got to be so wrong that I'm mentioning it just so I can feel dumb later if it really does turn out to be true. Not even legends have that much of a picture-perfect ending."So that leaves us with the obvious option - that behind that door are all the Makuta's secrets, his weapons, his treasures. If you ask me, that's most likely." His smile remained, but his voice turned a hint darker. "After all, our Akiri are causing enough strife as it is. I'm sure the Makuta would like nothing more than for them to take up his tools and pick up where he left off."His tone abruptly returned to its cheery cantor. "And then there's the riddle itself, of course! Very mystical and legendary, what with its unending oceans and keys in plain sight." He glanced up at the dimming sky. "Some say that said ocean isn't an ocean - it's the sky above us, with the answer sleeping among the stars. That could very well be true. We are dealing with gods here, after all.""And then others take the literal approach. I've heard murmurs of a new species that's washed up on the beach, hailing from far away. Interesting timing, isn't it?""But in any event, people seem so much more interested in guessing about what's in there than actually opening it. It's a bit disappointing, really." He shrugged again. "Seems like everyone who tries to open it just gives up or gets chased away by Rahkshi." Suddenly, he smiled again, an easy, reassured look. "But someday someone'll open it. Some Toa'll come along and fulfill his destiny of opening that door, and history'll march on. I have faith in that." For a moment or two they walked in silence, and then Komae coughed and scratched his head in embarrassment. "Sorry if I got a little dramatic at the end there, I always do that. So, how about you? Any interesting stories about where you came from, where you're going?"[/color]
BZRPG: Komae · Soraya
Posted May 26 2013 - 12:52 AM
[color=#4b0082;]"Yes ma'am?" Hari said, perking up. For the sea green Toa of the Green had slumped forward over her desk, on the verge of nearly falling asleep of boredom, after sorting through the mess that was the backlog of paperwork, with the new peace things had only seemingly got worse when it came to paperwork. "What are you planning ma'am?" The protege of Naona asked, her enthusiasm quickly returning. [/color]
Posted May 26 2013 - 12:56 AM
"We're going on a training trip," replied the older Toa. "Got to make sure you aren't rusty."
Posted May 26 2013 - 01:27 AM
[color=#4b0082;]A trip? A training trip with Naona? After Hari had been stuck in this Koro for nearly three months straight?[/color]
[color=#4b0082;]Was Hari in?[/color]
[color=#4b0082;]Hari stood up immediately, her chair sliding back as she stood up almost immediately.[/color]
[color=#4b0082;]"That sounds great ma'am! What time do we leave?" Hari asked, standing up and already looking like she was ready to leave Po-Koro right at that very moment.[/color]
Posted May 26 2013 - 01:49 AM
"Right now," she replied. "I'll just leave a message for Tera telling where we're going."
Posted May 26 2013 - 02:08 AM
[color=#4b0082;]"Sounds good ma'am. Is there anything I should bring with me? Should I talk to Krayn before we go?" Hari asked as she checked to make sure she had all her Sentinel gear on. Mainly her knife and crossbow at hand. Even though she had never really needed to use them during her time as a Guard and now as a Sentinel.[/color]
Posted May 26 2013 - 02:11 AM
[color=#000000;]Welcome back to karz.[/color]
[color=#000000;]They should've hung a sign on the front gate: enter here for days of sunstroke, nights of hypothermia, bland food and stale liquor. I told ya I hated Po-Koro the last time I was here, and not much has changed.[/color]
[color=#000000;]At least the mornings were something approaching bearable. Brykon and I'd come here to make sure the Xa-Koran troops had moved out, and now we were just hanging out in the village. Don't ask me why: apparently the old guy liked it here? If I had my way, I would've turned around and walked out right after we got in.[/color]
[color=#000000;]But I wasn't a freelancer anymore. I was deputy of Bad Company, and I followed the Colonel's orders. That's why I got paid the big bucks.[/color]
[color=#000000;]Which is what I was reminding myself as I left the inn, stretching, a cigarette in one hand and my lungs sucking up the cool air like it was about to go out of style (and in Po, it does).[/color]
[color=#000000;]Did I mention I started smoking? Well, I did.[/color]
[color=#000000;]I tried to forget that each smoky breath reminded me of Dorian. Yeah, I'd started getting over it (I could say his name now), but I didn't exactly go around asking to remember him. If I could, I'd forget him. I'd forget him, and Aurelia, and Xa-Koro, and Ta-Koro, and Vakama.[/color]
[color=#000000;]Oh, Vakama. ######. I'd love to forget him.[/color]
[color=#000000;]But I couldn't, so I just pressed the cigarette to my lips and drew in a long breath. The smoke reminded me of something else I'd love to forget, but couldn't: I was pathetic, for one, and I'd sold my soul to the devil, for two. Take your pick of sins, I'd done 'em all.[/color]
[color=#000000;]I exhaled, watched the grey smoke float into the lightening sky.[/color]
[color=#000000;]And now I was back in karz. How fitting.[/color]
Edited by Holden Caulfield, May 26 2013 - 02:13 AM.
Posted May 26 2013 - 02:39 AM
"Bring some widgets, something warm and a sleeping bag. And yes, you can tell Krayn."
Posted May 26 2013 - 02:43 AM
IC: [color=#8b4513;]Korru (Sentinel HQ, talking to Tera)[/color]
[color=#8b4513;]"Uum, sir?" Korru asked[/color]
[color=#8b4513;]"We have a prisoner here who's still awaiting trial"[/color]
Edited by Geardirector, May 26 2013 - 02:43 AM.
Posted May 26 2013 - 02:50 AM
Ic: "That's more than I have healed," Stannis lamented. He didn't pursue the thought further.
"In the past months I've spoken with Joske and others. They lauded you as a wise woman who cares deeply about others. Tell me, what observations do you have on Destiny?"
[color=#000080;]The Toa of Water laughed softly.[/color]
[color=#000080;]“You've spoken to only one group of people, I think. Caring is one thing, but wisdom...” She looked sidelong at Stannis. “I'll get back to you on that one.”[/color]
[color=#000080;]She turned her eyes back to the sky. “As for destiny... it's the will of the Great Spirit, I suppose. What's meant to happen will happen, one way or another. We can choose our steps, but Mata Nui will determine where the path leads.[/color]
[color=#000080;]“Why do you ask?”[/color]
Posted May 26 2013 - 08:43 AM
"hold me"- Betsy Braddock
Posted May 26 2013 - 09:19 AM
[color=rgb(139,69,19);]"I have a business preposition, of sorts," The carver replied, lacing his hands together in front of him. "We've been very successful in terms of trade to individuals throughout the various Koros, even in these times, Po-Koroan artisan goods are still in somewhat of a demand, and would like to open up the possibility of these private ventures going through as an official Po-Koroan market rather than one of us. Using our already establish reputation as a springboard for such a thing."[/color]
[color=rgb(0,0,0);]IC:[/color] [font="georgia, serif;"][color=rgb(0,0,51);]Dehkaz[/color][/font]
[font="georgia, serif;"][color=rgb(0,0,51);]Dust swirled in the stale air as the door to the room was swept open. Dehkaz stood in the entryway to what was apparently his office long after the dust had once again settled to the ground. Having spent most of the past three months on the Fowadi, his office in the HQ had really fallen to disuse. If it wasn't for the fact that he was an officer now, he probably wouldn't even have it. The room was mostly bare, with only a simple table and chair pushed off to one side. A stack of old reports sat on the wooden table, while a half-finished letter written in his own, precise hand lay off to the side. The thick, grey film of dust was testament to how much the room was used.[/color][/font]
[font="georgia, serif;"][color=rgb(0,0,51);]The Toa of Magnetism stepped in, quickly folding up and sliding the letter into his bag, before setting down another stack of reports, which kicked up another cloud of dust.[/color][/font]
[font="georgia, serif;"][color=rgb(0,0,51);]Po-Koroan Navy. The name was almost a joke. Almost. No one dared joke about it, though. In light of it's effectiveness as a force and the fact that it's Commander's reputation that he had as a bounty hunter was beginning to make it's way around.[/color][/font]
[font="georgia, serif;"][color=rgb(0,0,51);]The doctor only just discharged him, and only after a lecture about how the Sentinels should take more care in actually avoiding injuries. Right.[/color][/font]
[font="georgia, serif;"][color=rgb(0,0,51);]He should've been out at sea right now, but the fact that he had been kidnapped by old friends changed things a bit. Not that anyone could tell, or he would actually tell anyone, but the gunmetal-armored Toa was slightly shaken by the encounter. It wasn't the first time something similar had happened, and such things had been happening with increasing frequency of the past month. Dehkaz needed time to think. Sort out, some... things.[/color][/font]
Posted May 26 2013 - 10:49 AM
Maxiam waved Doughnut Guy off, and walked up to Sanok. He stopped 6 paces from him, and saluted. "Sir, Sergeant Kilanewb apologizing for inaccurate information and insult, Sir!"
Inside, Maxiam wanted to punch the tree-hopper onto his rear, but he had to do this.
Posted May 26 2013 - 11:50 AM
[color=#a52a2a;]My attention was briefly drawn to the newest arrival; a veritable mountain of a Toa, who had more muscles bulging beneath his vest than there had ever been in the bodies of all my living relatives. A cigar hung from his mouth, pushed aside to allow a request to visit the top of the village walls through. His voice was rugged, but polite; suggestive of a traveller. That seemed likely -- this island had no shortage of those kinds. The cloaked merc had already offered to accompany him, which let me turn my attention back over to the returning Kilanewb.[/color]
"Sir, Sergeant Kilanewb apologizing for inaccurate information and insult, Sir!"
[color=#a52a2a;]Trust me when I say that I was hiding the biggest smirk of my life right then and there.[/color]
Posted May 26 2013 - 12:29 PM
Ic: "That can be arranged" Manuka said to the toa of iron who had approached the remaining guards and ambassador. "You'll need a guard escort, but I'd be willing to do that for you. Would you like to climb the stairs or fly?"Brykon regarded the cloaked Vortixx for a moment. From his out-of-place species and irregular clothes Brykon easily came to the conclusion that this man was a mercenary not unlike himself or, probably more accurately, Jin. If Po-Koro was left to hire sellswords to protect its walls then it truly had sunk into quicksand, he considered. He took the cigar from his teeth and let it dangle between fingers so he could speak clearly. "Why thank you," he said to Manuka. "I'm a believer in grounded reality, so i think I'll walk--"
Suddenly, the guard with the bombastic mouth Brykon had overheard before stepped back up to the plate, though this time he seemed subdued and complacent. He stopped a short distance away and spoke directly to another toa present and saluted. "Sir, Sergeant Kilanewb apologizing for inaccurate information and insult, Sir!"
Brykon harrumphed and turned away from Manuka and to Maxiam. Strife between guards was not a positive thing to see in the first place. The village had been silent earlier as Brykon stalked through the courtyards. Nothing but the saguine conversation of two toa on a porch and the raucous argument had spilled out into his ears; he had heard everything, special thanks to the village's great acoustics. "Seems to me," he said carefully, "it should take more than an apology to make up for being a disruptive, close-minded cretin."
Posted May 26 2013 - 01:25 PM
"Great minds think alike?" He held up his doughnut. "Good morning, Ta."
[color=#800000;]"Salutations, accomplice. I trust you have found the cuisine of our village, likewise, to be unhealthily filling?" The berserker said with a distasteful glance at what remained of his donut. "The cuisine, however, is not so important as the Akiri. What is your assessment of Hewkii?"[/color]
"And yet it's so delicious. " Decaia said, chuckling. "We'd best watch ourselves--don't want to end up like... overweight people." He had been on the verge of mentioning Gluttony, though cut himself off.
He paused before shifting to Ta's question. "Akiri Hewkii is as honorable as they come," he said simply, shrugging as he stared in thought at the center of his own doughnut. "I respect him--and am grateful, to put it simply. I mean, he accepted us, right?" He chuckled. "Can't get much more admirable than that, especially considering everything this village has gone through. What about you?"
IC: [color=#800000;]Ta was about to respond when he heard low whistling behind him and whirled along with his companion. The pair of policemens' eyes widened at the sight.[/color]
[color=#800000;]Six zamor spheres, launched in rapid succession, were flying for their mounts. Half a dozen beams of energy cut through the air for their bodies, brightening the darkness of the alley behind them to illuminate the toothy sneers of three Skakdi. In each of the Skakdis' weapon-laden hands, elements came to life, Iron crystallizing, Lightning crackling, and Plant Life growing. A veritable ambuscade had been launched on the hapless cops.[/color]
[color=#800000;]"I believe the appropriate--and similarly ageless--proverbial parcel of wisdom regarding this set of circumstances is 'holy dung'," Ta muttered. Giving one last mournful look to his yet-unfinished donut, he promptly threw it into the fire and kicked himself from the saddle, moving to evade the incoming onslaught.[/color]
Edited by Mr. Peanuts, May 26 2013 - 01:30 PM.
Posted May 26 2013 - 03:49 PM
[Po-Koro - pre-dawn]
[color=#ff0000;]My eyes shot open, fully awake, a slight breath accompanying that slight motion. Something... was wrong. Why else would I suddenly wake up? Half-closing my eyes I gingerly reached an arm over to where Cael was sleepi-[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Instantly I sat up in a mild panic - the last time she had disappeared on me the consequences had been deadly. Even as my senses when into overdrive, throwing out an invisible net to gather proximity information, I could faintly hear voices in the distance. After focusing on them for a few seconds it was a male and female voice, below and outside. I breathed out. Stannis and Cael. On the patio below this bedroom. Too faint to make out any words, but the pitches were distinct. [/color]
[color=#ff0000;]I sighed. It must have been another one of her nightmares.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]My eyes rolled into the back of my sockets as I felt my body collapse back onto the bed, the aftermath of a sudden surge of adrenaline causing me to feel a little shakey, arms flopping to my sides. I could feel the space next to me was still warm; she must of left recently. I rolled over, my hand slowly rubbing the place where she had been sleeping next to me, her slight fragrance greeting me in the pre-morning air. It had been a while since she had one... some part of me foolishly thought they were finally gone. Still, I was surprised I didn't wake up; usually when she jolts awake she takes me with her. Not that I necessarily minded - coming out of a nightmare is possibly one of the more terrifying experiences and when she fell into my arms, sometimes sobbing, there was no way I could be angry with her waking me up for the third night in a row. It was something one gets used to, probably one of the many reasons I started going to bed earlier; the anticipation of being woken up. [/color]
[color=#ff0000;]And there would be times she would be so shaken by her experience that the only thing I could do was hold her tight and rock her, cooing whatever I could think of at the time into her ear. Whatever it was that Heuani did to her was enough to cause some serious damage to her subconscious. Thankfully we haven't had one of those episodes in over a month now.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]She had nightmares; I easily fell into depression. Welcome to the new world order.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]I sat up for the second time, now far too awake to go back to sleep. Maybe a bit early, and even though I was no longer in the Massif there was no reason to stop my usual routine... or at least modify it to fit my current situation.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]It only took a moment for me to grab my sword and my cloak and slide down the ladder, silently tip-toeing past a slumbering Merror. If Stannins and Cael were on the patio, I would slip out the other entrance; no reason to disturb their conversation. Even as I stepped outside I was thankful I was coherent enough to grab the garment; the desert was a place of extremes. As hot as it was during the day, it could be almost as cold at night. Granted, not freezing, but I never did well in cold, and now without my powers that vulnerability was even more exposed. I pulled it tighter around my neck as I went on a pre-morning stroll, meeting no-one spare the occasional night patrol. Gruff but polite they were more than willing to let me go on my way after I declared any weapons, which I did, but thankfully I never needed to pull it out. As much as I loathed to carry it sometimes the crystal blade was my only defense I had, besides my speed. One day the island would know I carried it... I just hoped it would be on my terms. Same thing for my lack of powers.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Adjusting, but still sucked. Sometimes I wondered.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]I found myself standing before the Po-Koro Kohlii field, staring over the flat ring that had housed so many games over the centuries. Old memories began trickling in, ones of me still a matoran, playing on this very field, schooling the Po-Matoran at their own game. I smiled fondly, remembering those good, simple times. I turned to the large slab of stone next to me, my fingers gently riding over the chiseled names, my eyes carefully reading every name. On this slab were engraved the winner of every major game played here, and while my name did not appear first until two-thirds of the way through, after that point it dominated the list, to the point where my name was the most-inscribed name on it. I shook my head, remembering how much time I had devoted to the sport. I closed my eyes, a part of me longing to play again. The thrill of anticipation, the roar of the crowd, the heat of the lights... I suddenly realized my heartlight was blinking faster as my breaths had become shallow. I forced myself to pull away.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]I wouldn't have any of that drug.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]I walked a few paces before leaning heavily on the rail, my cloak gently coming around and hugging my body. It was really easy for me to lose myself in those memories, wishing and willing myself back to a time where I felt comfortable, safe. But things would never be the same, decision I purposefully made that can never be undone. I knew what I was doing when I gave up my fire and Toa energy to save Cael. I still didn't regret it. But it didn't make the reality and consequences any less painful to bear. It was so tempting to go back to those days to help fight off the depression, but in the end I knew that would only make matters worse. Really the root of the problem was my lack of direction.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]I didn't know where I was going.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]I had "fulfilled" my destiny, only to find out there was another part to this, a whole 'nother section to this story that had been hidden - and frankly still was. If this was a fairytale I would have died to save her, or we would have died in each others arms, going to the afterlife together. Instead here were are, living our day-to-day drudgery like nothing ever happened. And it wasn't the fact that I disliked having another or greater destiny-[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]It was the fact that I had no freaking clue to what it was.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]This is what was slowly eating me from the inside out. Not knowing. Directionless.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Without a goal.[/color]
[color=#daa520;]There I go again, using yet ANOTHER sports idiom... [/color]
[color=#ff0000;]I sighed and hung my head. At least this place was quiet before dawn. Rather serene actually. And the stars were spectacularly bright out here too. No Ga-Wahi humidity, no Ta-Wahi heat and sparks. Minus the apparent social problems out here, this place wasn't that bad. I guess. Though now I had the "unique" opportunity to see a Koro come to life,[/color] [color=#ff0000;]or at least those got an early start to their day.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]I gave a half smile to the fading stars.[/color]
Edited by Friar Tuck, May 26 2013 - 04:08 PM.
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Posted May 26 2013 - 03:51 PM
[color=#4b0082;]"Thanks ma'am!" Hari replied, surprising her leader with a hug. The Toa with turquoise eyes walked past her commander and to the door closing it behind her.[/color]
[color=#4b0082;]About 10 seconds later Hari walked back in.[/color]
[color=#4b0082;]"Where are we going to meet before we head out? I'm going to have head home first," Hari said, sticking her head back through the open doorway smiling a little bit sheepishly at forgetting this one important question.[/color]
Posted May 26 2013 - 05:09 PM
[color=#800000;]Footsteps on the sand-strewn surface behind him alerted Joske to another being's approach. Merror had risen early of his own intention, with the light draught caused by Joske's departure from the hut just tipping him over the edge of wakefulness. Now the veteran Toa walked slowly along the stone floor of the Kohlii Field's stalls to join him, leaning against the rail and looking out across the immaculate pitch with its carved goal-gates and empty scoreboard.[/color]
[color=#800000;]Merror had trained himself to wake before dawn while living at the Massif monastery, partly because it was good form to start early and partly in order to enjoy the sunrise. Today he had forgone his habitual bout of press-ups, however, to follow Joske; his experienced and tested intuition told him that something was bothering his fellow Ta-Toa. He wasn't going to pry - if Joske didn't want to share, Merror wouldn't press him to. But if Joske needed a helping hand or a shoulder to lean on, he deserved to have one.[/color]
[color=#800000;]"Did you watch many dawns in the Massif?" he asked, his voice quiet but carrying well across the still morning air.[/color]
Merror ~ Korero ~ Echelon ~ Lohkar ~ Zadron ~ Stralix ~ Kilanya ~ Tazera ~ Enali ~ Gotsoko ~ Lesterin Species
Posted May 26 2013 - 05:14 PM
"You can meet me at the gates," replied Naona. "I'll head off to see Hewkii first."
Posted May 26 2013 - 05:31 PM
[color=#4b0082;]"Yes ma'am!" Hari replied, saluting Naona before disappearing yet again. She went over the things again, enough widgets for travel around the island. Something warm to wear, though she wasn't sure if that was a stealth jab at her choice of clothing and armor by Naona, and a sleeping bag. That and she also had to talk to Krayn and let him know what's going on.[/color]
[color=#4b0082;]As she left the Headquarters she went around looking for Krayn until she had finally found him. It was actually surprisingly short for her.[/color]
[color=#4b0082;]"Hey cutie just though I should let you know Naona and I are heading out, not sure to where exactly but she's taking me training." Before the Toa of Sonics could respond she had already wrapped him into a hug. "I got to get ready to go, but I'll be back before you know it!"[/color]
Posted May 26 2013 - 06:41 PM
Meanwhile, Naona made her way to Hewkii's office. "Sir, I'm taking Hari out on a training trip. Hope you don't mind."
Posted May 26 2013 - 11:15 PM
[Po-Koro Kohlii field - pre-dawn]
[color=#ff0000;]I didn't look at him as he approached, striding up silently next to me yet giving me my space. In return neither did he look at me as he assumed a similar position on the rail, simply content to stare out over the open field, seeing what the dark visage had to offer. We both did so for a while, not a word or look exchanged between us, I lost in my thoughts, and Merror giving me my space... or at least I thought he was. To be honest I didn't know the guy well enough to make a judgment call, let alone a facial read. My curiosity got the best of me and I turned slightly, if not just to size him up for the first time.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]He was a little taller than me, slightly over average height for a Toa. He was toned and athletic in physique, possessing both strength and agility, a build much like mine. His armor's base color is mid-to-dark red, with a little black; his shoulder-plates, greaves, upper breastplate and other highlights were in silver - frankly a composition that reminded me of Angi quite heavily. The armor was comprehensive but not overly bulky, built for a combination of durability and flexibility. His mask was oddly-shaped for a Calix; more organic and rounded than the traditional chiseled look, but it somehow came out handsome and noble at the same time, with a strong jaw to boot. Probably the most interesting feature though were his eyes; a distinct light lime-green, ranging somewhere between gentle, piercing, and blazing. I'd never seen a Ta-Toa with green eyes before.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Then again I was the only Toa with these lightstone-bright blue ones as well, so who was I to talk? As I turned away he chose that moment to speak.[/color]
[color=#800000;]"Did you watch many dawns in the Massif?" [/color][color=#ff0000;]I heard him ask, his voice quiet but carrying well across the still morning air.[/color] [color=#ff0000;]Interesting way to start the conversation, but a tactical one to say the least. The one thing I noticed about the guy already was that he was extremely curious about me, but he was too polite to come out and press the issue. Whether that was out of respect, modesty, or something else entirely I wasn't sure; as much as he seemed to want to know he was also content in giving me my space. That one question was basic as it was cryptic, a simple way to start a conversation as it was a hint of something more. I found myself sighing, wondering just how long I was going to keep him out of the loop. From what I had heard in passing is that he is a very moral, honorable, and compassionate individual with many heroic qualities. Selfless, kind - and even in his formidable righteous anger, he is merciful to his enemies. From his speech at Turaga Matau's funeral it was also shown that he was an inspirational speaker and a natural leader, and is never afraid to confront those who go against his code of morality. One of those people who has been around for a long time, seen a lot of things, with wisdom and experience to round it all off. That said, this is what I had gathered before going into seclusion, so I had no idea how accurate these reports were, if at all. The one thing I could say was that so far he reminded me of Angi greatly, and in more ways than one.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Was that a good or bad thing? Verdict...[/color]
[color=#daa520;]"Yes and no."[/color][color=#ff0000;] I finally responded, pressing my hands against the rail, still looking out over the Kohlii field.[/color][color=#daa520;] "Almost every day I was there I was up before dawn, and spent the sunrise outside in meditation. The very core of meditation however is the shutting out of most exterior stimuli in order to focus and calm oneself, so I actually visually witnessed very few. The way the rising sun would warm my skin in slow increments however was more than enough to paint a wonderful mental image."[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]I paused, leaning back while still gripping the rail, giving a half-smile to no-one in particular. It was clear now that he was here to listen, to hear me talk if I felt so inclined. We were alone, fairly secluded, and for all practical purposes in a rather safe environment; I couldn't ask for more. My gut told me he was trustworthy, but why was I so clammed up? I opened every temple (save one), faced more than my fair share of Makuta's top servants, stared down the very face of darkness, saved the love of my life, and here I was still standing tall. I had faced my fears and conquered them all. Why was I so reluctant to talk?[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]What was I afraid of?[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]I beat the rail once with my fist in a fit of frustration. [/color][color=#daa520;]"It's so stupid! I don't regret it, not one decision, not one moment. If the exact same thing happened all over again, this time with the knowledge of what would happen to us, I would still make the same decision, consequences and all. Yet somewhere between trying to be strong for Cael, attempting finding out what my true destiny REALLY is, and coping with the fact that I'm a freaking powerless Toa I feel like I missed the caravan somewhere. That somewhere along the line I made a mistake and that I'm somehow less of a person for being incomplete. That I'm somehow... defective."[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]I rubbed the bridge of my mask, my outburst surprising even myself. No matter how long you work at it or train the famed Ta- anger and raw emotion was a tough Rahi to tame. [/color][color=#daa520;]"Yes, Cael completes me. She's my other half, utterly better half to be honest, but even she can't completely fill the void left of not having Elemental or Toa powers. That was the price for bringing her back. I did it, paid in full, no regrets. Yet here I am unable to fully bring myself to being at peace with myself. How can I call myself a Toa when I lack the very physical qualities that define being a Toa?"[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]I leaned back heavily on the rail, my chest hanging over it pretty far as stared blankly over the field I used to own, speaking in hushed tones.[/color][color=#daa520;] "Do you have any idea what it's like to have the power of a god, a Great Spirit... then have it and more stripped from you? Knowing that despite the fact you're still a young and growing individual you've already reached the summit and been kicked off, absolutely certain you'll never get there again no matter what you do? Angi and Angelus got wishes, the Maru got superpowers and legendary masks, even Cael got her life back. Me? I got cosmically shafted. Karzahni, I thought I worked through this... "[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Funny. Back when I could create flame when I got mad I was a danger to those around me, but at the same time provided a release valve on my anger. I could literally burn the emotion away if I had to, and I had gotten good at it. Now I didn't have that out, nothing to help me cope with these extremely-deep buried feelings. Spirit, I thought I past this! Why I spent the last three months of my life in self-seclusion - to get past this. I guess it rooted itself deeper than I had gave it credit for. Or maybe it was simply now I was lacking something, something that in my self-removal from society I could not fully gain, and thus make it impossible to fully deal with these feelings of inadequa-[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]It was like getting hit over the head with a brick as the thought hit me. Was it that simple? That without purpose and powers I felt like less of a being? That I was somehow... defective? Inadequate? Coming from the guy who beat Heuani?[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Wow. Just... wow. I wondered just how pathetic I sounded in front of Merror.[/color]
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