BZPRPG - Onu-Wahi

[25K Now!]

IC: Arkrak

 

"It's a wave actually. And there are lots of waves, if I remember that weird dusty tome properly. Like invisible waves or something. Don't touch green rocks, by the way. Especially if they glow."

[a goose]

IC: Incommodo (Commodum's House, Onu-Koro)

 

"You moved away from the topic so I win the argument. kthxbai."

[25K Now!]

IC: Arkrak

 

Arkrak paused.

 

"How did you even pronounce that word? And that does not exempt me from the argument. Sound is a specific type of vibration. There are other types that are not the same as sound. Therefore sound still exists despite the lack of ears."

[a goose]

IC: Incommodo (Commodum's House, Onu-Koro)

 

"But it only exists as those vibrations."

[25K Now!]

IC: Arkrak

 

"And that is sound. Because we're not gonna call them 'vibrations that are slightly more like this than those vibrations'."

[a goose]

IC: Incommodo (Commodum's House, Onu-Koro)

 

"It isn't sound until it's heard, until that point it remains vibrations. And since no one is there to witness them, we don't have to call them 'vibrations that are slightly more like this than those vibrations'."

[25K Now!]

IC: Arkrak

 

"What if there are vibrations that cannot be heard by us? Are they different to sound, or are they all still vibrations?"

[Tabby: Toa of Cats]

OOC: They are.

 

IC (Dekuna): "Excellent. Set in in stone, then, or whatever other element you wish." He looked longingly after the waitress, hoping that the food wouldn't be long. It had been much too long since he had eaten a good ruki sandwhich.

IC: "I guess our plans have been permanently magnetized, then." Miraul chuckled.

 

"As long as you don't set them in plasma. Plans, and hands, don't last very long in plasma. Neither does anything else, for that matter." Vilak smirked. He added,"So, do any of you have any talents or hobbies?"

 

The waitress returned promptly with the appetizers and the Ruki sandwich."The steaks will be a few minutes-we have to cook them, after all."

[Little Miss Krahka]

IC: Meanwhile, all over Onu-Koro, posters have been flooding the streets and have been posted across every stable surface.

They read as follows:

 

"Have YOU ever wanted to venture DEEP BELOW and discover INCREDIBLE TREASURES of the ANCIENTS?

Have YOU ever wanted AMAZING KNOWLEDGE, to be part of SOMETHING GREATER?

Have YOU ever wanted to do a BUNCH OF DIGGING to find MINUSCULE SIGNS OF PAST LIFE for a PAYCHECK?

IF YOU CAN DO ONE OF THE FOLLOWING JOBS THEN YOU ARE ELIGIBLE TO JOIN THIS AMAZING EXPEDITION!

Diggers: Can you DIG? CAREFULLY? Without DISTURBING the ARTIFACTS like an ARTAKHA BULL in a POTTERY SHOP?

Guards: SMASH Rahi before they SMASH you! Rain DEATH upon LOOTERS.

Historians: I guess we need some of those even if I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING and IT'S NOT IN BOOKS ANYWAY.

Everything: I think I forgot some of the work but if you can do some of the work CONTACT ME.

Contact IOKUA, ARCHAEOLOGIST EMERITUS EXTRAORDINAIRE at his ADDRESS"

 

And it gives the address to a house on the outskirts of Onu-Koro.

 

Most of the natives pay it no mind. That crazy Iokua is at it again.

[Canis Lycaon]

IC: (Larikon Torchbearer/Darkmine Conversion Chambers/Darkmine, Onu-Wahi)

 

Larikon swiftly went towards Ira, and gagged the Toa. Sitting on his stool, he turned to Rakona.

 

"Yes Lady Rakona, what do you need of me?"

IC: Rakona

"I need to speak with you in private. Away from the heathens. It's about one of our own"

[Techn0geist]

IC:"Just so we have it set in stone- after the meal, return to my forge so we can get a sixth Toa, assuming my team to be willing., and try out blasting the Mataraka on the surface? Then we can follow up with some missing persons reports in the morning. They may not help in the most dangerous parts of the island, but they might be useful if one of your friends shows up in the villages. Sound good?" Miraul asked.

 

The female waitress left with their order, returning to the kitchen so the chef could get it ready.

 

OOC:Are the characters you're looking for still alive, Zeal?

OOC: Indeed they are. Not active at the moment, but alive.IC: Zeal, Sister / Onu-Koro - Ugly Ussal (good name, by the way)'Sounds like a plan. We'll want to take the Mataraka well away from any civilised areas. I honestly have no idea what could happen with this thing once we start hitting it. Although, superheating it to white-hot temperatures didn't put a dent in it.''As for hobbies, talents and other such things, I used to be an inventor of sorts. My old mask allowed me to juryrig things together or form rudimentary plans. The Mataraka went off, and it killed my Kanohi. I sold it to a Mask-Maker, with explicit orders not to melt it down, in exchange for this,' he said, tapping his Kakama. 'After that, I stopped inventing. I would settle down here, with the tinkerers and the like, but I find the underground... claustrophobic.''I don't remember much about my home life, too young. Before I found myself here, though, I remember that I used to love to draw. Of course, at such a young age, my artistic skills left something... well, a lot to be desired. Maybe I should try my hand at it again some time.'

 

'I'm in agreement with Miraul. Others might be willing to divulge any information they know, as well.'

Edited July 19, 2013 by Zeal

[Mr. House]

IC: (Larikon Torchbearer/Darkmine/Onu-Wahi)

 

"I apoligize, heathen, I will have to leave you here for a bit," Larikon told Ira. "Conversion will commence in full when I return."

 

He took Rakona lightly by the shoulder, and guided her into another chamber. Closing the door, he said. "What's happened? Is it a medical emergency? Or a betrayal of the faith?"

[Relapse]

IC: Meanwhile, all over Onu-Koro, posters have been flooding the streets and have been posted across every stable surface.They read as follows: "Have YOU ever wanted to venture DEEP BELOW and discover INCREDIBLE TREASURES of the ANCIENTS?Have YOU ever wanted AMAZING KNOWLEDGE, to be part of SOMETHING GREATER?Have YOU ever wanted to do a BUNCH OF DIGGING to find MINUSCULE SIGNS OF PAST LIFE for a PAYCHECK?IF YOU CAN DO ONE OF THE FOLLOWING JOBS THEN YOU ARE ELIGIBLE TO JOIN THIS AMAZING EXPEDITION!Diggers: Can you DIG? CAREFULLY? Without DISTURBING the ARTIFACTS like an ARTAKHA BULL in a POTTERY SHOP?Guards: SMASH Rahi before they SMASH you! Rain DEATH upon LOOTERS.Historians: I guess we need some of those even if I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING and IT'S NOT IN BOOKS ANYWAY.Everything: I think I forgot some of the work but if you can do some of the work CONTACT ME.Contact IOKUA, ARCHAEOLOGIST EMERITUS EXTRAORDINAIRE at his ADDRESS" And it gives the address to a house on the outskirts of Onu-Koro. Most of the natives pay it no mind. That crazy Iokua is at it again.

IC(Sucogu-Onu-Koro)Amongst those who did pay it mind, however, was a Toa of lightning named Sucogu. Having been staying at an inn in Onu-Koro, he had long-since been rested up and ready for action. He was prepared for something great and life-changing!Lamentably, he ran into one of Iokua's posters.He shrugged, deciding it could be useful to look into something like this. And so he went directly to Iokua's house and knocked on the door a few times, then crossing his arms to wait.

[AuRon the champion]

IC:

 

Day. Despite the fact that underground there was no light, Silbi felt that it was day. Okajo had told her what he knew about the Onu-Koro forges, and she said she would go and look for a way to earn money for herself. Despite his objections, Silbi went by herself, using the sides of buildings to steady herself as she walked. There wasn't a good deal of places hiring at this time, much to her displeasure.

 

Luckily, there were posters almost everywhere. And they were asking for for guards, diggers, historians, and people in general...

 

All the qualifications that I have! Silbi thought, reflecting on the last set of people needed. She quickly headed towards the address, or at least, where she thought the address might be.

[Tabby: Toa of Cats]

OOC:You should do something to activate them. That will make them easier to find.

IC: "You might get along well with Takamaz-one of the Akiru, Toa of Fire and an engineer himself. I presume you used to wear something like Mask of Biomechanics? He did, too, though it broke in the jungle a few months back, just like Hikari's Faxon. He's gotten a Akaku since-he can tell how things work without even taking them apart now." Miraul smiled. "As for myself and Vilak, we're both weapons specialists. I work with throwing weapons and other projectiles-as if you couldn't tell by the number of throwing knives, javelins, and arrows on my person. Vilak works more exclusively with the blade and the sling, as you might be able to guess by the fact that he carries four swords."

 

Vilak smiled,"Beyond that, we're both good fighting at superspeed. Miraul has some melee and elemental skill when it comes down to it, and I can at least hurl plenty of plasma around. You ever fight at superspeed? Perhaps we could show you some stuff if you'd like to take the Mataraka up to the Motara Desert."

[They]

IC: Fraxn Black, Ussalry Headquarters

 

My time in the Ussalry was dominated by silence, military drills, and the stench of defecation. As a Private in the trail mix brigade, my days consisted of mucking the stables every morning until I know longer had a proper sense of smell. Next were the mines, the darkness of navigational training so thick I could sell it as coal and the Ta-Korans would never notice the difference. I'd spend hours every day in the darkness until my eyes would be pained to work the forge.

 

The main hall was a massive building of limestone caverns, twisting corridors still holding the bore marks along the circular walls from where the drills had carved their will for freedom and government. My feet ran out through those halls. Like a sad echo of my home city, the yellow lightstones hummed with their soft light as I passed, like hoto bugs singing in the night. Why was I in the headquarters instead of mucking out barns, registering stalactite growth, or burning fuel in the fires of my forge? I wanted to talk to someone. Anyone.

Edited July 19, 2013 by Kughii

[Little Miss Krahka]

IC: [iokua's Home]

 

Iokua stopped pouring over his mining charts and abacus when he heard a knock on the door. People responded! That's more people than he expected!

 

The two are greeted by a Onu-Matoran with a distinctive crack on his Rau. He seems unable to contain his excitement. Toa! Two Toa! That's two more anyone than he expected to show up! "Come in! Come in! You're here about the expedition? Would you like something to drink? I've got some tea boiling, very invigorating, imported from Le-Koro. Haven't slept in three days and I'm still flighty as a Gukko! Oh ho!" He's definitely twitching as much as a Gukko.

 

His house looks like it belongs to a very obsessive compulsive Rahi with a fixation on shiny things, broken things and jars of dirt. Everything is in boxes and stacks, all labeled obsessively using some sort of classification system that's nearly impossible to decipher. The whole place is very claustrophobic, and a Toa would have to kneel down to be able to fit. In the center of his hut is a large map of Mata Nui, with several pins in different places underneath a pile of papers covered in equations and an abacus.

 

"Well, would you like to come in? I'm Iokua, by the way, leader of this expedition. You've come about the posters, yes? And to join the expedition, not to shut it down and say I can't do it and say to leave it alone and that I'm crazy and am endangering myself and all of Onu-Koro like everyone else has, are you?"

 

He has a pleading look in his eye, as if his heart would crack like his mask if you weren't here to help him.

Edited July 19, 2013 by Little Miss Krahka

[Relapse]

IC(Sucogu-Iokua's Home)The martial artist tilted his head. "Uh...yeah. That's why I'm here." He stole a glance at the other Toa attending. With a shrug, he crouched down, following the Matoran into his house. "Tea would be nice, actually...um, thanks." Taking a seat, still slightly crouched, he narrowed his eyes. "What's this about being a danger to the Koro, again?"

[AuRon the champion]

IC:

 

"Danger..." Silbi mused as she awkwardly half-stood, half-crouched in the house. She was still in her hospital gown, which she rather disliked wearing, but didn't want to impose upon Okajo to help her find something more suitable.

 

"That's... Good. Right?"

[Canis Lycaon]

IC: (Larikon Torchbearer/Darkmine/Onu-Wahi)

 

"I apoligize, heathen, I will have to leave you here for a bit," Larikon told Ira. "Conversion will commence in full when I return."

 

He took Rakona lightly by the shoulder, and guided her into another chamber. Closing the door, he said. "What's happened? Is it a medical emergency? Or a betrayal of the faith?"

IC: Rakona

"It is Syvra. He has betrayed the Brotherhood, but not Ak'Rei'An. He said 'I do not need to serve you and Larikon to serve Ak'Rei'An.' He is a traitor to the Brotherhood. I suggest that, once we Convert these two, we go and capture him and return him to the Darkmine."

[Little Miss Krahka]

IC: [iokua's House]

 

If you drink the tea, it is extremely bitter, but if you drink more than just a sip, you find yourself feeling much more awake. This is some potent stuff.

 

Iokua seems offended. "Danger? Oh, I've made sure that the danger to Onu-Koro is limited, since see these maps?" He pulls out a map of all the charted tunnels of Onu-Wahi. "I've made sure not to consider any of the parts that would cause cave-ins, and we'll be using reinforcements to keep the shaft up. Never let anyone say that Iokua doesn't do his work! Oh ho!" That laugh of his is confident, but somehow not encouraging."As for danger to us? Well, it's about 23.821% at the very least, in any of the interesting sites, at least. They want me to stick to the boring sites, like 'Oh, here's where Onua slept' and so-forth, nothing daring, nothing new. We'll be venturing into the time before Mata Nui was settled: or so we think!"

 

He points out a part of the map that isn't even a tunnel. It's outside the tunnels. "We'll be digging through riiiiiiiiight . . . here."

 

He stops for a moment and stares at it, appearing to nod off for a second. He reanimates quickly back to life. "Oh! I can't believe I haven't asked you any of your names or any of the positions you're applying for! Silly me!"

[Mr. House]

OOC: Two? I thought I only had Ira captured, who's the other?

 

IC: (Larikon Torchbearer/Darkmine/Onu-Wahi)

 

"I think that is a fine plan. I'll take this Toa, you the other," Larikon said calmly.

 

He entered into the torture chamber, and ripped off Ira's gag. "Do you believe the holy truth heathen? Say!"

Edited July 19, 2013 by Mr. House

[Constructelf]

IC Ira"Whoa whoa whoa; you haven't even told me anything yet. What am I supposed to believe in if you didn't tell me what I'm supposed to believe in? Can I at least read that book? Please? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaase? It'll help me bring me up to speed."

[Mr. House]

OOC: Told your character last page.

 

IC: (Larikon Torchbearer/Darkmine/Onu-Wahi)

 

"I told you fifteen minutes ago, heathen," Larikon said coldly. "Do you not remember?"

[Canis Lycaon]

OOC:

I captured Thentlye of Makuta Almanax.

 

IC: Rakona/Goran

The Lesterin walked into the room with Larikon and grabbed the unconscious Thentyle and carried him into the other room with the help of Goran.

[Constructelf]

OOC Oops. I didn't notice. IC Ira ...... "... oh... yeah, that." "That sounds pretty-no, very plausible, especially since you have the necromancers to back it up. And this gospel is sweeter to the tongue than the apocalyptic foretidings of the Makuta that I was so blind to follow as well as the blind servitude that the ignorant masses follow to Mata Nui. I can't completely verify your claim right here and now but it is the best way to live. Aside from complete atheism of course but those guys have boring lives. At least you guys have some reward other than some random dude waking upor complete annihilation. And to be honest, that was quite... moving. Very well. I accept." "But I still want to read that book cover to cover to affirm the faith. When you're not busy of course."

Edited July 20, 2013 by Constructman: Black Knight

[AuRon the champion]

IC:

 

Blink.

 

"Uhm... My name is Silbi... And I'll do work."

[Little Miss Krahka]

IC: (Iokua's House)

"Work? Well, we'll need lots of work. Yes indeed, plenty of work to be done! Digging, mapping, cataloging, fighting off Rahi, sifting, digging, etc. etc."

He takes a sip of tea. "So, what can you do? Besides working? What specific subset of working can you do? Or want to do? Or should I just assign you something? It seems a waste to make Toa do all the grunt work."

[Mr. House]

OOC: Ira's not going to get out that easy.

 

IC: (Larikon Torchbearer/Darkmine/Onu-Wahi)

 

"Good fortune with your conversion, M'lady," he said to Rakona, before she entered the other room.

 

He looked at Ira with pitying eyes. He waited for the other door to close before speaking.

 

"I apologize, my dear boy. We must be confirmed in your loyalties," Larikon said, with genuine sympathy. "It is a trial all servants of Ak'rei'an must endure. It, most of the time, ensures that all of his knights will be loyal to the death. And that they will not return to heathenry, partake not in drink, and remain free of corrosive relationships. I assure you, when this is all over, you shall have full access to my libraries and a knighthood. Now, the sooner you send out all ill thoughts, and accept the Archangel and Brotherhood as your own, your suffering will end."

 

Swiftly, he gagged Ira. And the former Makuta Servant's agony began.

 

***

 

After hour upon hour upon hour, Larikon was slumped in his chair, a glass of bula juice in his hand. Taking small sips, he began to admire his work. Ira lay on the ground, beaten, bloodied, and harmed in ways he wouldn't wish to describe. He felt both guilty and jubilant, fairly odd mix. Guilty for torturing a newfound follower of Ak'rei'an, but joyful about having a new soldier to fight for the Brotherhood. Carefully, he removed Ira's blindfolds and gag. He then took the bottle of bula juice, and poured it out into a golden cup. Putting up a smile, he spoke to Ira in a quiet voice.

 

"My brother, do you pledge unto death service to the Archangel, and your brothers in arms?"

[Relapse]

IC(Sucogu-Iokua's House)

 

"I'm a combat instructor. I can kill, maim, retain- whatever -anything you need me to," he replied.

[Makuta Almanax]

IC: ThentyleThe Onu-Toa was starting to become extremely worried.as it seemed he still couldn't fullty move. by the time Rakona had finished moving him elsewhere, though, he'd finally recovered his voice. "What's going on!?" He called out to the Lesterin, fear making his voice tremple. "Who are you people, really?!"

[Techn0geist]

IC: Zeal, Sister / Onu-Koro - Ugly Ussal'Super-speed, eh? Could come in handy. Problem is, I'm not as active at I used to be,' the Silver Toa said, holding up his cane. 'But yeah, we'll see what I can do.' He managed a grin.'Motara Desert sounds good, seeing as it's well away from anywhere. I've got two worries, though. One; getting lost. Two; sandstorms.' Sister tapped her fingers on the table, something she tended to do when anxious.

Edited July 20, 2013 by Zeal

[AuRon the champion]

IC:

 

"I can do whatever work I can do with one arm," Silbi said, slightly unsure if that made sense to the Matoran.

[Canis Lycaon]

IC: Rakona/Goran

Rakona pulled out a stool and said, "We are the devotees of the Archangel Ak'Rei'An, the one true savior of the Matoran race." Rakona grabbed a book and said, "This is the first book of our people." Rakona then opened it up, and began to read from it. (OOC: She read this.)

 

While Rakona had been doing this, Goran walked around Thentyle's back and grabbed his arms, holding him down and preventing movement.

[Little Miss Krahka]

IC: (Iokua's House)Iokua looks at Silbi's one arm as if he hadn't noticed it before. As spacey as he is, he probably never noticed it before.

 

"I think you can stick to mapping. Unless . . ." He looks at her brown color in the dim light. "You're a Toa of Stone, yes? Can find stone artifacts? Bring them up to the surface? But the provenience is everything . . . hmmm . . ."He looks lost in thought for a moment before he turns to the Toa who didn't tell him his name. Or did he? He couldn't remember.

 

"Oh, yes, combat instructor, hmm, yes, you can guard things. Rahi like eating archaeologists, that's where I got this." He knocks on the crack of his mask. "Also looters who try to steal our finds and taking them away from sweet science's precious embrace into the cold hearted hands of profiteers! The worst kind of people! I spit upon their graves!" He spits to emphasize this point.

[AuRon the champion]

IC:

 

"I don't know what kind of 'Toa' I am," Silbi said, quite confused. She still wasn't entirely sure what Toa referred to. Was it her, and others who looked like her? Or was it a title given to certain beings.

 

"You said I have powers... Yes? If I do have 'powers' I don't know how to use them."

[Little Miss Krahka]

IC: (Iokua's House)

"Well, you are brown, and brown is the color of stone, yes? I think? Unless they changed it recently, people always changing everything, can't keep track of anything . . . Wait. I have an idea!"

 

He rummages through his boxes, looking at all the tags, trying to find a specific thing. He actually succeeds in less time than you'd think, so maybe that classification system actually works.

He pulls out a box full of stone knives, like the kind the most primitive Matoran used. He takes a knife out of the box and places it on the table.

 

"Here. Try moving this. Don't break it!"

[AuRon the champion]

IC:

 

A perplexed Silbi reached over and placed the tip of her finger on the side of the knife, then pushed it forward across the table.

 

"Does that count?"

[Falcon Lord]

IC: Meanwhile, all over Onu-Koro, posters have been flooding the streets and have been posted across every stable surface.

They read as follows:

 

"Have YOU ever wanted to venture DEEP BELOW and discover INCREDIBLE TREASURES of the ANCIENTS?

Have YOU ever wanted AMAZING KNOWLEDGE, to be part of SOMETHING GREATER?

Have YOU ever wanted to do a BUNCH OF DIGGING to find MINUSCULE SIGNS OF PAST LIFE for a PAYCHECK?

IF YOU CAN DO ONE OF THE FOLLOWING JOBS THEN YOU ARE ELIGIBLE TO JOIN THIS AMAZING EXPEDITION!

Diggers: Can you DIG? CAREFULLY? Without DISTURBING the ARTIFACTS like an ARTAKHA BULL in a POTTERY SHOP?

Guards: SMASH Rahi before they SMASH you! Rain DEATH upon LOOTERS.

Historians: I guess we need some of those even if I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING and IT'S NOT IN BOOKS ANYWAY.

Everything: I think I forgot some of the work but if you can do some of the work CONTACT ME.

Contact IOKUA, ARCHAEOLOGIST EMERITUS EXTRAORDINAIRE at his ADDRESS"

 

And it gives the address to a house on the outskirts of Onu-Koro.

 

Most of the natives pay it no mind. That crazy Iokua is at it again.

 

IC: "Well, that might be interesting." Takarik walked towards the address. Stepping inside he saw a matoran with a cracked Ruru and 2 Toa standing in the house, "Hi, I'm Takarik. I was coming to inquire about the posters."

[Little Miss Krahka]

IC: Iokua's House

 

"No! No! You got to move it with your mind! With your powers! Make the very stone obey you!"

 

He hands the knife to Silbi and picks up a rock from the box. This one looks less knife-like, but still worked for some purpose.

 

"I hear Toa need something to focus their powers through. Maybe this knife'll work?"

 

He stops when he hears the knock on the door."

 

"Come on in, come on in, you're here about the expedition, are you? Can I get you some tea?"

Edited July 20, 2013 by Little Miss Krahka