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  1. IC: Vyartha | The Iron Mahi Although Greed himself had selected Nikarra for his society of sinners, she was a woman of many virtues. A predilection towards honesty was one of them, for good or for ill. In days of old, and with another person, I would have pushed hard upon the issue, demanded answers. But now, and with her.... My hand still twitched though, a momentary impulse to clutch her fingers and hold them, as she had once done for me. But it would have been foolish, childish. I restrained myself. "I see," I said. "I've heard that the Po-Wahi coast is wonderful this time of year." For a moment, I indulged in the fantasy of the two of us upon a sun-drenched beach together somewhere, watching slip beneath the horizon into night. "It is... good to see you again, Nikarra," I continued. "It is good to hear... that you're... well." But it must have been too late for such things. To try, to ask -- that would be the ultimate humiliation, yet another flaying at the hands of Sloth, another little death by her touch. Like I restrained my hand, I tried to restrain my soul as well. But I found myself unable to stop, caught in the gravity of the act -- as a stream must always lead to the ocean, as sparks upon wood must grow to a flame, as stories must inevitably reach their climax. "As it happens," I said, "I'm also headed to find water. Perhaps I could... accompany you." Reader, I could not help it. As always, Nikarra was simply too good at drawing out a climax from me. OOC: @Goose -Void
  2. IC: Daijuno | The Great Takea "Hear hear," I said, clinking my glass against Shuuan's once she'd placed it back down on the bar counter. "Best not to think too hard about what happens if our precious, saintly Rora decides she's unhappy with how things are run over here. No matter what her flying brakas over there said, that girl is Imperial through-and-through, and that's never meant anything but trouble for anyone who isn't to-the-palace-born. All I can hope for is that your guardswoman have learned enough about Dasakan psychic ###### through Sergeant Whitehout and Sinshi's... ah... knowledge sharing." I took another long drag on my cigar. "But that's damnably weird, Rhow, about the memories thing," I continued. "Did anyone here ever have any theories about it? Maybe there's some sorta, what, amnesiac mists that we missed in our submarine. Wouldn't that be funny?" OOC: @Vezok's Friend @Mel -Void
  3. IC: Nika | ??? So Nika jumped. It was a flailing, ugly, uninspiring maneuver -- but not entirely graceless. After all, only a few months ago, Nika would never have taken such a risk, exposed himself to the disks of the Ussalry and the whims of gravity solely on the word of another mercenary, and a mask-bearing one at that. Even if it meant turning to face his attackers, eye to the scope of an empty rifle, he would have taken those odds over those of an ally being honest with him. But whatever had changed over those past months -- changes that Nika had only suspected, but now knew to be confirmed -- had been, they were sticking to him. So no, Nika's leap was entirely graceless. It was leap of faith, after all. He hit the hard stone of the opposite roof on his left knee, and though he tried to roll the impact of the landing off, he could only barely bring himself back up to a kneeling position once he was there. He turned his head, looking back at Pae -- and at the mechanical fascist behind him, probably already planning another attack. Pae had already taken one hit by him, and with so much of his focus necessarily being dedicated to the waves of crabs below him, Nika would need to be the one to watch his back. But, without time to load another round into his lightstone rifle, what was a Vortixx to-- His fingers brushed against the smooth surface of the Stralix disk at his hip. Oh. Nika pulled himself around so that he could kneel facing his friend and his foes. He had never been much of an athlete, preferring to leverage cold technology against his marks over muscle. But he had already tossed aside his disk launcher to get a clean shot at the Toa. He was out of options. So, gripping the disk tight, he pulled hard and hurled the disk at the Matoran in the mech-suit. With any luck, the explosion would only be enough to stun the pilot, maybe even disable the suit -- Nika still wasn't looking to kill anybody. But again: not yet, anyway. OOC: @Palm @Snelly @ARROW404 Just to be clear, this is Aar that Nika is aiming at. -Void
  4. IC: Rynekk | The Fowadi "I missed them entirely, I'm afraid," Rynekk said, shrugging. "But I trust your ears, Kale. Let's just hope we can trust our friends to stay on-target long enough to get some information out of the Maru." He raised an eyebrow. "Unless you think we should do our own investigating?" OOC: @Silvan Haven IC: Vyartha | The Iron Mahi Slowly, haltingly, I squeezed my frame into the seat across from Nikarra. Spirit, who made this set-up so cramped? "I ... have been here and there," I said. I glanced between her and the landscape flying by in the window, as it was suddenly quite difficult to look at her in the face. Looking at the curve of her jawline, the slope of her brow, the desert light twinkling in her green eyes-- "The Da-- our seven did not last much longer after your departure, and we each were cast to the six winds. I spent some time in the City of Ice during the occupation, but I did not do much there. When Reordin Maru liberated that city, I could not tell you what side I fought for -- I simply fought to escape from it again. I have ... been escaping, lately. Wahi to Wahi, place to place. I had hoped to find some refuge in Castle Blackrock, the desert home of the necromancers of Ak'rei'an, but it appears that someone has already ... dealt with them. So I am here, heading to Forsi. I could not tell you why." I realized how tightly my fingers were digging into the sides of the table. I made a conscious effort to loosen them. "And what of you, Nikarra?" I asked, trying to meet her gaze. "Where have you been?" OOC: @Goose -Void
  5. IC: Vyartha | The Iron Mahi I might have winced at the sound of her voice. "Nikarra," I replied, the name scraping out of my throat like steel on steel -- it had, after all, been too long since I had used my voice in my travels. "It has been ... a long time." I could not tell you how long I stood in that threshold, unspeaking. At times, it felt like mere seconds -- at other moments, years could have elapsed. I could only stare at her, at Sloth, at Nikarra. It was only when the silence became unbearably, palpably, oppressive to the senses that I hastily gestured to the seat across from her. "May I?" I said, my voice cracking between the two words. I prayed that she would not notice -- but knew that she would. OOC: @Goose -Void
  6. IC: Rynekk | The Fowadi "If I knew that, my fists would worn down to the bone right about now," Rynekk replied with a grim chuckle. "Besides, we're not exactly fonts of wisdom ourselves, now are we? What I reckon we need is a little more information. Find a Maru, and get them to finally tell us, point-blank, what happened down there in Makuta's lair. And, Karz, if we could get someone into the ranks of His followers, that wouldn't--" It was then that Rynekk slowly realized what he was saying. "--be.... too bad, either." OOC: @Silvan Haven IC: Vyartha | The Iron Mahi The Iron Mahi had rolled through several stops before I stood up from the seat and walked over to her. This is a big island, after all -- it did not seem at all likely that she would have ended up here at the same time as I. What is the line? I wondered, thinking back to the stage-script that I had found in the bowels of the Wise Man's Archives, gutted from the occupation of Ko. 'Of all the gin-joints in all the world, she walks into mine.' No, that is not entirely true. This island isn't as big as people say it is -- the same names always seem to come out of the woodwork. My hesitation had not been out of shock, nor out of disbelief. It was.... I forbid you to tell anyone that I have said this, but if was out of hesitation. What would it mean to speak to her again, even to stand in her presence? The last time I had seen her had been a kind of rending. I feel it is not hyperbole to say that I emerged from that encounter in a kind of post-mortem state -- either Pride of the New Daedra had been killed, or Vyartha Vena had. Who is to say how -- or if -- I would emerge this time? No, I thought. Better to leave it. And yet I still found myself standing in the threshold of her compartment, my ragged cloak hanging limp off of me. I felt -- I knew -- that I should say something. But I could not find the words. OOC: @Goose -Void
  7. IC: Saritsu | The Outskirts of Odaiba :I sure hope you know what you're doing, Nini.: The way that Saritsu saw this playing out could run one of two ways. The first was that Nihonei pulled out every trick that the Hogo in the Yards had taught them as children -- not to mention the ones that the two of them had cobbled together themselves in the significantly-less-formal yards of their home -- and she beat Lii, and Lii resented her even more for being an imperial who had shown her up in front of her own clan. The second was that Nihonei was a woman who had studied combat from an academic's perspective going up against a girl who had battled as she breathed -- Nihonei lost, and maybe that would be enough to save Lii's wounded pride. Either way, she and Saritsu were losing diplomatic ground fast. For now, though, there was little enough that she would be able to do. Best to keep tending wounds, and wait for whatever happened to play out. OOC: @Krayzikk @Razgriz @sunflower -Void
  8. IC: Rynekk | The Fowadi This one was a head-scratcher. "If you had asked me last year," Rynekk said, "I probably would have said it was the Akiri, 'shamed to say. They took power, and we came ###### near to an outright civil war. If anything, I'd say that the reason Ko-Koro ended up so vulnerable to Echelon's forces was that each of the villages had alienated one another. Had lost any sense of unity with one and the other. Nowadays...." Spirit knows that I've had this conversation enough times with Plag.... "Makuta came back, even after the Maru had claimed to have defeated Him. So either they aren't as infallible as we all thought they were... or they lied to us. In any case, I think that there are barriers for us to place all our trust in our leaders and our champions now. I think we have to assume that they are not immune to being tricked and manipulated by Makuta and his servants." OOC: @Silvan Haven -Void
  9. IC: Daijuno | The Great Takea I took another drag on my cigar, raising an eyebrow at Shuuan's line of questioning. Although I had heard something of the rash of memory loss that seemed to have gone around this island, that subject had always seemed a bit too academic and esoteric for me to worry too much about -- especially in light of more concrete concerns, like peddling the contents of the Ryuu's trash to rubes for the cold, hard widgets that Mata-Nuian's used for currency. If Rhow could shed more light on the issue, it certainly wouldn't hurt for me to listen in. OOC: @Vezok's Friend @Mel -Void
  10. IC: Nika | ??? Without time to pack away his purloined disk launcher, Nika simply tossed the dime-a-dozen child's toy into the throng of crab-######s on the ground below, while at the same time pulling his lightstone rifle up over his shoulder and into firing position. It would be a rough shot, without time to calculate windspeed, distortion, or anything that he had picked up over his years of sniping. All that Nika could hope was that those years of experience would count for something. CRACK! The lightstone, crackling with electricity, flew for the flying Toa. If he had done his math right, it should have hit her in the shoulder -- and, subsequently, explode into a blinding, though physically harmless, flash of light. OOC: @Palm @Snelly @ARROW404 -Void
  11. IC: Nika | ??? It took every bit of strength in his body, and more than a couple of cracked ribs, but Nika managed to catch himself on the metal beam that Pae had aimed for. He clambered up until he could just balance atop it like one of those Le-Koronan tree-dancers, and immediately took stock of the situation, which was still not very good -- the only two options for escape seemed to either be a straight plummet down into a morass of crabs, or to take the standing long jump across the alleyway to the next building over. And risk plummeting into a morass of crabs. Anyway. "Karz!" Nika said, drawing his rifle and locking his next lightstone into place... ...as he readied himself to jump. OOC: @ARROW404 @Palm @Snelly -Void
  12. IC: Plagia | The Dark Walk The obvious line-of-thought was that we outnumbered him about twenty-to-one, and it shouldn't have been an issue for us to rush him. But I still remembered the Rama Hive, and the shadowy lieutenant who had held off what felt like an army all on his lonesome. This guy knew shadows too -- Karz, the way he was talking about legacy and whatnot, he might have been in with Makuta as well, empowered by him. This couldn't have been Senemos himself, could it? Quite frankly, we didn't know what he was capable of. Best, by my reasoning, to keep things low and slow. "Wait, wait!" I said, one hand thrown up towards the figure, as though that might've stopped him. "We're not here to fight, for Spirit's sake! We want to talk!" Had to buy some time... just had to buy some time for us to... to... OOC: @dark walk crew, specifically @Light -Void
  13. IC: Rynekk | The Fowadi "Of course." Rynekk sneered the phrase out, hating that he did so but unable to stop it. Kale was only doing what Rynekk had asked, answering his question, he didn't deserve to deal with this ######. But Rynekk well and truly couldn't stop what had been, in turned out, festering inside his gut during his two-month stay in the wards of the Nuju-Marion. While Kale turned, Rynekk stayed seated where he was, staring in the opposite direction as his friend, to where the tide lapped hungrily at the Ostian shoreline. "Guess we'll just have to wait for them to attack, as per usual," he said. "Wait for them to catch us off-guard, britches down around our ankles-- Karz! We almost had it, Kale, we almost had it! Makuta gone, Echelon dead, the Legacy leaderless and scattered to the six winds. We were almost--" His head sagged, and he only barely caught it in his hands. "We need a new way," Rynekk said. "We can't keep fighting the way we have been. We need something new." OOC: @Silvan Haven -Void
  14. IC: Rynekk | The Fowadi Shut up in the Nuju-Marion for weeks on end, Rynekk hadn't realized how swiftly the news of His return had spread. If word had spread this quickly, it could only be a matter of days before Makuta's old acolytes crawled out of the wreckage of their defeat in Ko-Koro. "Signs and portents all around, yeah," he said, nodding grimly to Kale. "If I remember things right, the forces from Ihu handled most of the arrests at the end there, and I was in traction anyway, so tell me: did we manage to catch any of the Necromanc-- of Echelon's lieutenants? Legacy or Nightfall or whatever they were calling themselves, and the ###### Lavapool-bombers, too? Word on everyone's lips is that Echelon himself bit it during the battle, but no seems to agree on what happened to him." OOC: @Silvan Haven -Void
  15. IC: Daijuno | The Great Takea I raised an eyebrow at the mention of the twins -- to be quite honest, my memory of that night was a blur, but there was no need to let on about that just yet, if I could pry some juicy gossip out of Shuuan first. "Zataka's one of our goddesses," I told Rhow, taking a more measured sip of my drink -- I still hadn't eaten any breakfast, and the room was starting to spin. "The ... the bad one, I suppose. Which makes her the sexy one too, if you get my meaning. She's the sister of the Imperial goddess, Zuto Nui. But you get your knuckles slapped by your ma if you take the good sister's name in vain, sooooo...." OOC: @Mel @Vezok's Friend -Void
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