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IC: Knichou, Kini-Koro

Katrin fell onto a large pillow as Knichou sighed at the unexpected results of his attempt to get her to stay off her feet. The Fe-Toa crossed his arms as his gaze juggled between the two Toa with the expression of an unamused parent. It was a strange position to be in, since Katrin had been a Toa much longer and Jutori was as young a Toa as the Nynran was, but Knichou's experience wrangling a crew sometimes gave him an air of authority that wasn't entirely undeserved. That, and his sense of superiority, of course, which also wasn't entirely undeserved from his point of view.

"Same place that did, Katrin," he began. "Look, if either of you go in the air it's a liability to everyone involved. If you want to defend the village, then stay here while we venture out looking for this beast in case it eludes us somehow. Even if we had our doctor with us, it would still take time to recover; injuries as severe as yours don't just go away like that," he finished with a snap of his fingers for emphasis at the end.

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IC: Parnassus | The Ambling Alp

"I came from Fort Nektann," Parnassus said, looking back towards the horizon, and to where the storm clouds slunk their way towards the ship, "and before that, I came from the Kumu Islets. But am I no warskak, and I mean your people no harm. In fact, if I'm able to find a way to get to what's coming towards us, I might even be able to save all of you."

OOC: @EmperorWhenua @Toru Nui

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IC: Reliable Narrator | The Wastes, West of Kini-Nui

Nektann moved south. The winds of his grief howled around him, and his tears lashed the sands in sheets of blinding rain. Dark storm clouds encircled him, veiling his gargantuan body until he was little more than a silhouette. Each footstep he left became a new pond or lake, and each swipe of his massive tail left heaps of rubble where hills had once stood. The devastation in his wake was testament to his terrifying power—he was a force of nature and left his mark on the land without even trying. Thick clouds blanketed the sky, hiding the late-afternoon sun and swathing the land in an eerie twilight that grew ever darker and deeper as he proceeded. 

The valley of the Kini-Nui was shadowed by these dark clouds, although they still held back the main force of their deluge. The tahtorak's influence did not yet extend far enough to unleash the rains; he was still too far away. But the clouds were full to bursting, and occasional fat drops of rain spilled over and fell to the ground, spattering the dirt. The villagers of Kini-Koro began to clean up whatever they were doing. Market stalls were folded up; the displayed wares were covered in tarps or moved inside. A crew halfway through the construction of a new building gathered their tools and made notes on where they left off. Some moved quicker than others, heeding Vuliai's warning of the approaching storm. Others worked leisurely, thinking they still had a few minutes before the rain began in earnest.

Then the tahtorak roared again, and everyone knew immediately that this was no ordinary storm. The villagers began to panic. The cry of loss echoed over the landscape like the tolling of a vast and terrible bell. His voice contained the sound of tumbling rocks, of crashing waves, of earsplitting thunder. The roar passed over the valley and across the island, shaking leaves from their branches and causing the mountains to shiver down to their very roots:

lost

forever

gone

gone

gone

He did not see Sidra. She was too small, and his grief was too big. He was lost in a storm of his own emotions, a storm made terrifyingly physical. A question burned in his chest, but he had forgotten most of the language he had once known. He did not remember how to even ask the question, let alone answer it. His blood boiled in frustration, and he kicked at the ground in a pointless display of anger. His tantrum caused a small earthquake that set the ground quivering. These vibrations travelled through the earth, passing under the valley and up the little hill to where the Kini-Nui stood. Nuju felt the ground tremble, phantasm though he was. 

And the Kaita felt it too.

A fork of lightning lashed across the sky. Six by six, each set of eyes blinked to life. Servos began to whine. Gears whirred. Pistons primed to fire, and blood-like oil pumped through tubes that fed each muscle and tendon. Unless their pilots restrained them, they would stand and take the fight to their adversary. Their destined foe was at hand. Another cycle of their eternal conflict was about to begin.

 

 

IC: Reliable Narrator | Icarax's Temple

"Whira..." Icarax said thoughtfully. "I know that name."

The rahkshi seemed to study them carefully. The deliberate movements of its cruel eyes betrayed the dark intelligence that puppeted its form. Then it blinked sideways, like a lizard. "You have become more than you were," it said in that dry and dusty voice. "And yet, still you walk at the fringes of the narrative, staying out of the light."

The terrifying creature stepped to the side, revealing the empty doorway beyond. "We will speak further in my private chamber," it said. "Come, sister. Bring your servant."

Behind them, the other rahkshi stood in their doorways like sentinels. All but one. It slipped back into the shadows as if answering a silent summons, and vanished.

 

 

IC: Reliable Narrator | Kumu Peninsula

Viltia pressed a paw to the door. As she did, the world suddenly seemed to spin around her, like she stood at the center of a whirlwind. The door changed too, although she hadn't seen it change. It hadn't become different: it simply was different. It was smaller and thinner, and no longer attached to the crumbling remains of a hillside temple. Now it stood freely, rising from the ground like a chipped tooth. Looking around, Viltia realized her surroundings had somehow changed too. Her footprints leading up to the door were no longer printed in sandy earth: they were muddy prints that trailed across a stone courtyard. There was no hill, and no dilapidated temple either. The courtyard stood at the center of an amphitheater-like structure that could fit maybe a hundred people, and was about thirty feet across. The empty stone seats of the theater had not seen an audience for a long time: parts of the black structure were half-crumbled while others had crumbled completely into ruin. Nevertheless, she had an eerie feeling that she was being watched by invisible spectators.

Looking back at the door, she saw it was no longer mere obsidian beneath her paw. A symbol now glowed dully upon the black surface: an ellipsis with a line through it.

 

 

IC: Tuyet | Metru-Nui

"Great question, toots," Tuyet replied carelessly. "A real ship of Theseus kinda mind-scratcher. If you figure it out, let me know."

Her eyes brightened as she saw the airship matching Aurax's description parked on a hastily-erected landing platform across the street. She jogged up the set of metal steps, each one clanging under her feet. Water rippled below them; if Exuze looked carefully, he would swear he could almost see the relentless tide advancing, swallowing the city inch by inch.

 

 

IC: Oreius | Kini-Koro

Oreius looked up at the sky, trying to catch a glimpse of his airship. He'd told it to maintain position before being sucked away into Stannis's shadow; he wondered if the command had been interpreted as maintain position relative to the island or to the tahtorak.

 

IC: Taja | The Desert

Taking a deep breath, Taja summoned a disk of shadow in her hand. Her stomach quivered uneasily, but she forced back the fear. This was just like disk surfing back home. Exactly the same. Just... with a disk that could evaporate at any second, and an expanse of water in which literally anything could be swimming, just waiting for a snack. She pushed back the doubts. This was going to work.

Turning away from the water, she threw the disk. Her practiced hand sent it sailing through the air, then he clenched her hand into a fist and stopped it about fifty yards away. It hovered there, awaiting her command. She turned and started running toward the water, each footstep sending up a spray of send. As she approached the lapping water, she mentally summoned the disk. It came speeding back through the air, faster and faster. She could sense it approaching, a disk-shaped blot of darkness in the afternoon light. She counted down as it approached, and as she approached the water.

Three. Two. One—

She jumped out over the water. The disk swept beneath her feet, and she landed on it in a textbook disk-surfing stance: knees bent, elbows up. The disk rippled beneath her feet, but remained solid. With a silent command, she directed the projectile to maintain its speed over the water. This was better than disk surfing—it was like flying. She soared over the rippling waves that sparkled in the fading light, the wind whipping by her mask, and couldn't resist letting out a whoop of excitement as she quickly approached the far shore.

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IC: Viltia - Toa of the Green

Location - Kumu Peninsula

With - Merged with Life Kraata creation Muaka

 

Whoa!” Viltia’s voice growled from the Muaka’s throat. She had been teleported out of nowhere! And it wasn’t just a normal teleport either. This one was all swirly and discombobulating. The door was a different one now, or no, was it the same one but it had changed? Viltia looked around, noting her tread tracks were still there, but the ground under them had changed. Maybe it wasn’t teleportation at all. Was she even still in the normal world? Was this some kind of vision or memory? It felt so real. Not at all like walking through Nektann’s memories.

No, it felt real. But how had reality changed? Ugh, she didn’t want to think about it. She took in her surroundings.

The temple was gone from around the door, and so too were the smells of dampness and moss. The air was fresher here, and the plants had all changed. Instead of algae and mosses, grasses and weeds now grew in a half destroyed amphitheater. The air was slightly warmer, too, and the breeze had died down and was coming from a different direction.

The feeling of power and secrets had changed to a feeling of being watched. Her Life sensing only pointed out grasshoppers and the occasional ladybug, so there wasn’t actually anyone there, even in spirit form. A mouse poked its head from around the corner of a stair before scurrying down several steps to dart inside a crack that had formed in the black stone. So there wasn’t anyone actually there. Or was there and they just weren’t alive or spirits? That might be really cool.

Viltia turned to study the door first. It now led to nowhere. A walkaround quickly confirmed that. There was a symbol on it that evoked a feeling in her. It made her think of the symbol on her thigh. She touched the ellipsis with a line through it, but nothing happened. The door was hungry for knowledge, she could at least tell that. But knowledge of what?

She tilted her giant cat head. Maybe a Taboo?

That seemed to make sense the longer she thought about it. But if that were true, then that also meant she didn’t know how to open the door. And who would know what this symbol meant? Or who would even know who could open the door? Ugh. So many things to think about. Well, the Admin wasn’t sure if this could even be done. Viltia had to make this work, though. She really wanted the knowledge of Golden Masks.

Viltia reluctantly exited her Muaka, stepping from it as casually as if she had just walked out of her hut back in Le-Metru Nuva. She pulled out her book from her satchel and copied down the symbol. Perhaps Sorilax could help her figure out what this meant. If she could find him. If not, then maybe Apex might be able to help. Or who knew, maybe some other Aspect. This was the Kumu Peninsula, after all.

Putting away her book, Viltia practically dove back into her Muaka, her tethers reaching out to merge them into one once more. Ahhhhh, that felt much better.

Now, the feeling of those invisible spectators. Viltia explored her surroundings, tethers searching out secret places even as her cat optics scanned about for anything that stuck out about her surroundings. She started around the door, then the courtyard, and then on and around the stands themselves. Was she even in reality any more? And her surroundings, could she even leave this place to find help?

She even decided to call out to the feeling of spectators in her growling Muaka voice, “Hello? Is anyone there? Can anyone help me open this door?

 

OOC: @Eyru

 

IC: Cravious - Skakdi of Lightning and Mind Reading

Location - Icarax’s Temple

With - Whira, Icarax

 

Servant?! He was no servant. He was… Cravious thought about it. He was essentially serving Whira in exchange for increased power. The statement was unfortunate and yet accurate. Of course with the amount of work he was putting in, it was really him who was achieving the Grand Wish so far. Whira was just there as a small but necessary accessory. As soon as she achieved her Grand Wish, he would be done with her and then the money making would begin.

Still, he was letting Whira take all the risks on this peninsula, so it was up to him to help ensure their success from a different, more secondary role. And that meant keeping up whatever appearance they needed for success. He holstered his Seismic Pickaxe and Zamor Sphere Launcher and crossed his arms. Then he thought better of it and let his arms fall to rest on his hips instead.

He watched the reptilian optics of this Icarax fellow and wished once again that his Mind Reading Kraata was stronger. He didn’t want to just sense minds, he wanted to read them, like in the name of the Kraata power. Who knew what Icarax might actually be thinking?

Soon enough, Cravious would.
 

OOC: @~Xemnas~ @Eyru

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IC, Whira: Kumu Peninsula

Whira was very intrigued by what Icarax said. Perhaps he had known her in a previous life. She walked down the hallway, with Cravious in tow.

OOC: @Eyru

IC, Atamai: Kini-Nui

Atamai could feel Malhukuraia's hatred intensify. Wait, he thought. We can't go in guns blazing. We have to be strategic.

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IC: Jutori - Kini-Koro Hospital

Jutori lowered his head, and not just to protect his optics. "I really tried back there, in the Earth Ruins," he said. "I didn't want that guy to get to the villages. I...was gonna stop him, no matter what it took to keep him down there, underground..."

He clenched his fist and hit the side of his bed. "What...I'm saying is that I want to help. And I can't do that from a hospital bed."

The Toa of Gravity resigned himself to it. Even now, as he argued for himself and Kat, he felt the pangs of his injuries. "Not like...you have any magic healing juice or something that can get me...up and running faster than a doctor."


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IC: Krozen – Forest of Ash, approaching Elemental Ruin of Fire

The forest was a lot more unsettling than he expected.

At the beginning of the journey, Krozen was ready for the strong, choking taste of microscopic ash on the wind, and had prepared scraps of cloth across his nose and mouth for that. But as he ventured deeper, he was surprised by the difficulty of navigating barren trees. For one, an ashen, gnarled trunk looked roughly similar to another, and the ground was much more even than the average forested area.

Worse still were the shrill moans on the wind. Krozen was not easily rattled, and understood that it was likely a trick of the wind powered by the warm lava flows and cold pressure clouds across the nearby coast, whistling through the unsual physical makeup of the Forest. Nonetheless, the cries were beginning to get under his skin.

And speaking of skin, he was thankful for the Armour that bent and flexed with his organic exodermis. It shielded him from the heat that grew stronger as he navigated closer to the structure he had seen the previous day. It also prevented the disgusting bugs that landed on him from extracting his vital fluids.

As he was swatting away the fifth such bug in as many minutes (Where do these things come from?), he finally found spotted a clearing ahead of him. The dirt path he had been navigating was rather nondescript and clearly untravelled, so the presence of some landmark in this featureless graveyard of trees was welcome.

He was even more relieved to see the structure that he had spied from afar in the clearing as he approached. It towered above him even at this distance, and clearly segmented in layers. Its reflected bronze off its facade in the morning sun. His relief changed to disappointment as he realised this clearly ancient structure was abandoned. No other living beings to cajole or threaten.

Krozen, for the first time since he had awoken on the beach, sighed aloud.

 

IC: Prasral – Tobduk-Koro, approaching Elemental Ruin of Stone

It was a day before Prasral returned to the shop where the merchant had told him about the non-existent caravan. Standing outside the locked doors, he rapped his knuckles on the door, calling into the shop. Despite repeating this for a few minutes, there was no response from within.

“I’m not here to cause trouble, I just want to talk.”

Silence.

Prasral felt the rage inside him that had been building up begin  to boil, made worse by the damnable weather.

Without another word, Prasral punched the door in.

The wooden door split and crashed into the shop. Prasral stepped in, ignoring the looks of passers-by and scanning the room for the merchant. And yet, only silence greeted him, stretching out even as he searched the room. There was nobody here. The merchant had left.

“####.

Prasral felt the energy drain out of him as the realisation set in. He sighed and sat on the chair behind the counter, the same chair the merchant had been on when he sold Prasral his lies. Perhaps that was too harsh an assessment, but what right does a mere trader have to lie to a-

He stopped himself. This was unbecoming of his duty and position. He needed to clear his head. The thought of the elemental ruins popped into his head. He was not one for meditation, especially towards Matoran scripture, but then again, these ruins did not truly fit that description. It would at least be a peaceful place for him to recite the mantras of the Maduralian gods.

That settles it, then.

Prasral left the shop and made his way towards the cliffside that held those ruins. As he approached, he saw that there already some residents gathered in small groups doing their thing.

 

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 IC: Sidra – Mountainside

Spilling through the swollen clouds, the first sporadic spatters of rain – the torrential tears of a tortured being – tumbled down from the sky, leaving splotches on the snow and rock around Sidra. From her vantage point, she could see the storm’s epicentre in the distance, an impenetrable haze of deluging droplets, illuminated by flickers of forked fury as lightning lashed the ground far below. There was little doubt in her mind now that this was Nektann. Kini-Koro was close enough to Irnakk’s Tooth that another eruption and Tahtorak being birthed couldn’t possibly have gone unnoticed.  

But what Sidra saw of Nektann now was very different to what she remembered. When fused with Viltia, he’d been nurturing and careful, bringing a gentle rain and helping foster the growth of new life. All she saw now was destruction… and she knew that was all the people of Kini-Koro would see as well.

With her teleportation power still recharging, Sidra started to scramble down the other side of the mountain on foot, slipping unsteadily on the snow-slicked stone in her haste. She had to get to him. She could calm him, try to turn him around. Maybe she could-

And then the Tahtorak’s roar ripped the world apart, causing rocks to roll loose and the snow underfoot to roil. Sidra didn’t even feel herself slip, she just suddenly found herself facedown in the dirt, the taste of blood in her mouth and her head throbbing from pain far beyond physical.

Her powers had recharged a minute amount since being drained by the door, but nowhere near enough to defend against the tidal wave of emotion that crashed down upon her at Nektann’s roar. Sidra had always thought of herself as something of a lost soul, trying to find her place in the world, but the overwhelming sense of isolation and loneliness she experienced in that moment was beyond anything she’d felt before. Nektann was frustrated, furious, afraid, his feelings raw and undiluted, almost child-like in their earnest simplicity.

Another impact, far more powerful than the first, rattled the mountainside. A fresh cascade of snow and stone crashed down upon Sidra’s sprawled form, threatening to bury her completely. She sputtered to the surface, crushed more by the sense of hopelessness that came with the earthquake than the weight of the debris it had dislodged.

She could feel something else now, on the very edge of her strained psionic senses. It was something she felt deep down within Wairuha every time she sat in the cockpit. It was hatred, pure and vehement. The hatred of Malhukuraia and Patiwairutiki for the Tahtorak they now knew was near.

Sidra dug herself fully out of the drift and slumped down on the mountainside, dabbing weakly at her busted lip as she finally forced herself to acknowledge the cold truth.

There was nothing she could do.

Deep down, she’d known it all along.

Without Viltia’s tethers, she had no sure way of getting through to Nektann. At her current pathetic power level, there was no chance of reaching him telepathically. And a 300-foot tall monster in the heart of a thunderstorm sure as karz wasn’t going to hear her shouting from ground level. He was too big, too fast, and too close, for her to get all the way down to him and somehow turn him around before he got close enough to the village for the trigger-happy locals to feel threatened enough to retaliate. And that was assuming the mechs didn’t come springing over the slope any second now.

For all of her bravado and bluster, Sidra knew when she was beat. She could feel her heart hammering inside her chest, her haggard breaths catching in her throat, her arms shaking from the strain of digging herself out of the snow. She was in no state, physically or mentally, for a fight like this. She would be an ant among giants, something to be squashed or swept aside.

Kini-Koro would do whatever they had to.

And Nektann would have to fend for himself.

“Sorry,” she sighed, before sinking through her shadow and vanishing from the mountainside.

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IC [Zataka - Irnakk’s Tooth, w. Yumiwak & Co.]


:You’re either full of yourself or full of…: Zataka started to shoot back at Korio, but was suddenly interrupted by Ysocla’s mental call for fire support.


:I hear ya: she replied, glancing in the direction the Skakdi had indicated, She could see the barrier, as well as the previous damage to it. She could also sense the two Mesi behind it on the mental plane.


The titan’s brow furrowed and she could feel the rivulets of sweat run down her neckline as she concentrated. She had no trouble multitasking, but there was a lot going on right now. She had to press the attack while keeping her companions safe. She considered dividing her power and firing a one-handed energy blast, but she was holding back lava here and she didn’t want to risk molten legs. She’d need those - and they were one of her best assets.


With gritted teeth she maintained her energy barrier against the molten rock, but switched to doing that with one hand at full output instead. She could feel the smaller muscles and actuators in her forearm aching in protest and she noted the topmost layer of protodermis on her left hand was actually flaking from the heat by now and rising into the air like ash. She decided then and there, no matter where life took her from here, she’d never ever set up shop in a volcano lair herself.


With her free hand, she reached down to her side, where the Cordak blaster was hanging from its sling. A massive weapon in the hands of Toa and Skakdi, it was like a sidearm for her and she brought it up with ease. Adjusting her stance to be more solid to compensate for the recoil, she leaned her head slightly to get her view lined up with the iron sights on the launcher. She took aim at the exact point Ysocla had indicated, made sure Korio wasn’t in the line of fire, and pulled the trigger twice. The two explosive-tipped rockets screamed towards the Mesi.

It should be enough to take care of the barrier, if nothing else. If she got really lucky it’d also take care of the Mesi taking cover behind it. If not, she hoped the bang was big enough to disrupt their concentration and give Yumiwak another opening.
 

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IC: Knichou, Kini-Koro Hospital

Knichou was understanding of yet unconvinced by the perspective Jutori shared. He knew what it was like to want to help, but as a practical matter, there wasn't -

The Nynran's optics widened in surprise at the specificity of Jutori's statement. "How did you?"

A quick glance over his shoulder revealed the truth - the tips of the two cylinders were poking above the top of his armor's nanodermis backpack, revealing two of the zamors and the golden liquid that sloshed around inside them. Knichou turned back to Jutori and shook his head dismissively.

"You can't be serious - I need to do more experiments before I even consider trials on sapiens!"

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IC: Jutori - Kini-Koro Hospital

"How did I...?"

Was Jutori more hurt than he realized? The confused Toa of Gravity shook his head, then leaned a bit forward towards Knichou with renewed interest. "I wasn't...being serious, are you saying you do have a magic healing juice on you? Where did you even--just...what have you been up to, Knichou?"

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IC: Knichou, Kini-Koro Hospital

"I don't know. Yes/no/maybe. Kilo. A lot," Knichou answered, each answer following behind the last at a rapid pace. The final ambiguous answer ended with a sly glance towards Nale.

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IC: Reliable Narrator | The Archives

Tihun's submersible slowly navigated the flooded corridors of the archives. These vast and labyrinthine tunnels had never been friendly to outsiders: even the onu-matoran regularly got lost in its twists and turns. Each new stretch of hallway revealed new doors to open; some revealed drowned offices, while others opened to warehouses of exhibits. Rahi posed mid-snarl in stasis tubes, their life functions slowed to a fraction of their usual speed. For every one intact stasis tube, ten others were shattered. Some of those rahi were still here: their corpses lay strewn about the floor, drifting occasional with the movement of the water. Some of them were half-eaten, suggesting the presence of aquatic predators lurking in the darkness. But for every ten shattered stasis tubes, only one or two dead rahi were present. That suggested that many of the tubes had broken during the initial impact, and their contents had escaped before the archives had begun to flood. Perhaps they had eventually succumbed to the rising waters, or perhaps they had escaped to the relative safety of the higher levels.

Of course, these scenes of broken glass and animalistic brutality were only revealed to Tihun by the light of the Hydruka's headlamps. The archives had long since gone absolutely dark: even the emergency lighting had run out of power by now. He could only see whatever he was looking directly at: everything else was hidden in the pitch-black shadows. He moved slowly through the water, starting at every shadow and unexpected silhouette. The bubbles of venting gas were the only noise he could hear. Everything else was silent as a tomb.

After a long time (exactly how long was difficult to say, for time seemed hardly to exist in these drowned halls), this particular stretch of tunnel came to an end. Up until this point, Tihun had wisely chosen to explore only one corridor, only leaving it to explore side rooms, and returning when he had finished. He knew better than to wander off down side tunnels. If he did that, he would surely get lost. No potential treasure was worth wandering aimlessly through the sublevels until his air ran out. As long as he stayed in this tunnel, he knew the way out.

But now a choice lay before him. The Hydruka's headlamps illuminated a T-shaped junction in the tunnel, with his tunnel meeting a new one in a perpendicular fashion. The new tunnel stretched out to the left and right, and in the dim light they appeared identical. On the far wall of the tunnel, a signpost read:

 sᴜʙ-ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ sᴇᴠᴇɴ (400ʙ) <---

sᴛᴀsɪs ᴛᴜʙᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴀɪʀ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀ (1.2ᴋ) <---

ɴᴀʜᴏ ɪɴsᴛɪᴛᴜᴛᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴀʀɪɴᴇ ʀᴇsᴇᴀʀᴄʜ (1.8ᴋ) --->

ʀᴇsᴛʀᴏᴏᴍs (100ʙ) --->

 

 

IC: Reliable Narrator | Kumu Peninsula

No one answered Viltia's call. Her words echoed off the bare stone of the amphitheater, growing louder until they were swallowed by the mists beyond.

 

 

IC: Reliable Narrator | Icarax's Temple

The darkness of the hallway swallowed Whira and Cravious, but only for a moment. They emerged into another room lit by a single window high on the wall. The shaft of dim, gray light fell upon another suit of armor standing before them. Or, rather kneeling before them. The armor was cast of a dark metal in a form that resembled a toa, and it was done quite tastefully and well. One could trace out the ridges of muscle and the outlines of pistons that would be seen on a real specimen; it was almost lifelike. The helmet's eyes were empty. The armor knelt upon the stone floor, neck bent and head down, and arms stretched out before it. Its hands were half sunk in the stone floor as if scooping water from a pond. But there was no pond: the floor was solid stone, and the statue's hands dipped into it like they had been carved out of it. The rest of the room was nondescript: more rough stone traced with bits of ivy and moss.

The black rahkshi had followed them through the corridor: it stood behind them now, and the dark, dusty voice of Icarax spoke from the rahkshi and from all around them:

"You seek energized protodermis, sister. That is not so easily obtained, even in these latter days. For what purpose do you seek this prize?"

 

 

IC: Reliable Narrator | The Coliseum

Aurax directed his ACR's AI to study the papers brought from the relic fields. A cursory glance provided no useful information: the papers appeared to consist entirely of typical ko-matoran astrological psychobabble. The stars they described didn't even seem to match the stars that had existed over Metru-Nui at the time of its fall. Of course, it couldn't be sure without a visit to the knowledge towers, where it could plug into the vast database of astronomical records; or without consulting a real astronomer who might be able to decipher it. But from what the AI could gather, it was more or less useless.

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IC: Viltia - Toa of the Green

Location - Kumu Peninsula

With - Merged with Life Kraata creation Muaka

 

Huh.

Viltia swapped pawing the ground with either front paw as she thought, something she hadn’t realized she had picked up from the Muaka she was merged with. After looking around, it seemed the space really was just an abandoned amphitheater with no one nearby.

The dim light caused by the mists was actually fairly bright considering she spent most of her time under a hundred feet of light blocking leaves. So it wasn’t like she was just losing an important detail to the relative dark.

Well… she guessed it was time to see if she could even leave this place. She picked up her front paws from the ground and her back tread took her away from the door. While it was still within sight, but a sizable distance away, Viltia activated her Legendary Mask of Growth. Her Muaka form grew at a steady pace, eventually starting to crush the basalt in large chunks below her now massive tread. She would keep going until her head poked out of the mists so she could see where she was or until she reached her limit of 120 feet.
 

OOC: @Eyru

 

IC: Cravious - Skakdi of Lightning and Mind Reading

Location - Icarax’s Temple

With - Whira, Icarax

 

Entering the new room casually despite the oppressive shadows that obfuscated all details for a second, Cravious appreciated the armor kneeling before them. He spotted several spots, inside and out, that kept the carved Toa-like form from being completely lifelike, but it was masterfully done. It was much like his own work that could be seen around the island, inhabited by all sorts of Aspects. How they got the money to pay him, he never asked. He didn’t care as long as it didn’t impede further profits.

Cravious’ powered optics scanned the room and their host. Their entrance had caused a little bit of dust to float through the gray shaft of light that poorly illuminated the space. But the room didn’t smell overly dusty. The crawling bits of ivy and patches of moss probably had something to do with that.

He doubted this Icarax would just give them pure energized protodermis or knowledge of its location for free, so he was already running numbers in his head, weighing what he might have to offer of his own should Whira not be able to convince their host to offer some EP.
 

OOC: @~Xemnas~ @Eyru

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IC: Reliable Narrator | Kumu Peninsula, The Caldera

Whisper floated silently over the green lake of miasma filling the bowl of the Caldera. She saw the vestiges of her kin below her, and she did her best to ignore their pleas. Some were ancient and long dead. Others were new, barely individuating from the green mists of their collective peers. She felt their thoughts and voices as thoughts and voices of her own, as if they were just the memories and emotions and thoughts of her day to day existence, but now given a violent sense of self interest and a desire to be fully in control. They were hungry. They were unbound. They were tired. They were tired of waiting. They were too free. They were jealous. They were upset. They were anxious. They were at peace. They were chosen. They were not chosen. They were guilty. They were innocent. They were ashamed… 

She focused her mind, and continued forwards, until she reached the little island of rock in the center where the single pillar stood alone like a lonely mourner amidst a sea of the dead. The voices drifted away, falling from her easily as soon as she left the temptation of the miasma. 

The pillar before her was a simple hexagonal structure. At one point she imagined it probably stretched much further into the air, but at some point the top had been knocked off and now just the bottom half remained at a modest height. A poem had been carved into the exposed face of the pillar:

 

One silver thread

Two bodies dead

Three broken yolks

Four severed heads

Five promised lies

Six scattered stones

Seven stars torn

One world born

 

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IC: Whisper - The Caldera

Strange, she thought, drifting closer. The wording reminded her of the rites she knew, though it felt somehow... different. One of her tendrils extended towards the writing, claws scraping at the surface to get a feel for any dust on or in the carvings that might give some indication of how long it had been there. 

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IC: Crucia - Skakdi of Water and Cyclone

Location - Eastern Sea

 

The winds were cold and the waves were choppy. Frigid water constantly sprayed up on deck and exited via drain holes bored into the side of Crucia’s vessel. Inside the relative warmth of the cabin, her friends busied themselves with their own projects as Crucia was at the helm, checking and double checking charts of her own making.

She was losing daylight as it was, and now storm clouds were moving in from the southeast. In a bout of frustration, Crucia tossed her charts aside and grabbed her trident. She would just go look for herself if there were fish nearby.

The weight of the implement felt good in her hands despite her slight annoyance at how the day was going, the connection to her element it provided calmed her slightly. But time was of the essence. If she didn’t get a good haul before the storm blew in, she was going to have to try to catch something exotic instead to make up for it. And exotic meant dangerous around these parts.

She stepped out into the cold spray of the waves as they splashed over the sides of her vessel, steeling herself for what she was about to do. Her clawed feet gripped the slick surface of the deck as she checked her netting was ready to go and grabbed an end of it. Then she walked to the edge of her vessel, took several deep breaths, slotted her lightstone flashlight into place on her shoulder, and jumped into the froth.

The shock of the cold water hit her much the same way her boss Silver usually did, with immense intensity and swiftness. She almost let out her breath. But she was used to this by now and tried to get her bearings.

She was far off shore and so there wasn’t any ocean floor for her to get her bearings as she scanned the dark waters, rays of sunlight rippling through the waves above. She didn’t try to exert herself and instead used her Kraata power of Cyclone to spin herself around and search that way.

A Proto Drake gracefully swam at the fringes of her vision. Not what she was looking for. And actually quite difficult to capture. Certainly exotic, though.

A piece of silver caught a ray of diluted sunlight and reflected. Crucia turned. There was a school of fish in the distance, but she couldn’t tell what species they were from this distance. She pointed her trident in the school’s direction and the water around her surged. A current just for her pulled the Skakdi through the water.

A quick replenish of her oxygen later, she had to reorient herself and finally spotted the school again. Irnakk’s wrath! They were Ruki. Those little nightmares had a bad habit of chewing through nets at just the wrong time. She needed to go deeper and-

The sunlight breaking through the surface shifted and was quickly hidden, the water becoming dark and foreboding. NO! The storm was already here. Crucia tensed up and tried to think quickly. The Ruki would have to do. Crucia used her Cyclone powers to push herself towards the school and then to the right of it even as she thrust forward her trident, twisted it, and pulled back. Most of the school of Ruki were suddenly caught in a strong current that pulled them towards the net Crucia had just been maneuvering into place.

Her lungs started to protest, reminding her to get more oxygen.

Not right now.

Several individual Ruki escaped the current. It didn’t matter, she continued to expend elemental energy to pull. The current reached her net and pushed it slightly back before the school of Ruki then hit it. Crucia pulled as fast as she could, trying to close up the net even as her lungs now demanded more air. Just a couple more seconds.

She pulled the net to a close, each second bringing more Ruki escaping and another second without air. Done! Crucia had her Cyclone powers sweep her up to the surface, but it was a race against her own body. Her legs pumped as she tried to swim to go even faster, servos quietly whirring and pistons straining. The activity and lack of oxygen started to dim her vision.

And then she broke the surface of the ocean, gulping in air. A wave crashed into her, causing her to swallow water. She broke the surface again after a few seconds, sputtering and coughing, lungs burning. Once she gathered herself, she cursed. Her catch!

She took a deep breath and submerged again. The net had been chewed through in one area, half of her catch already gone. No! NO!

Crucia thrust her trident forward and worked her Cyclone power in conjunction with it, trying to pull herself to her boat as fast as possible, tightening up the net once more and slowing the Ruki that were able to escape. Every second that ticked away was another Ruki potentially gone or another hole opening up that she would have to repair later.

Half an agonizing minute later, the ocean unnaturally rose up next to the boat and deposited both Crucia and her catch onto the deck, the poor vessel almost sinking from the sudden influx of water before Crucia noticed and adjusted for it with her element.

It started to rain, the wind picking up and practically whipping the droplets of water through the air. She slumped to the deck as Ruki flopped around inside her net. At least now they were too preoccupied by trying to breathe to be able to chew more holes in her net. She calculated her catch, anxiety filling her as she did. This was less than half of her quota.

Uuuuuuugh!

No.

She closed her optics in defeat. She needed to make Silver happy. She couldn’t handle being beat up again. Not again.

Her optics snapped open. She still had a chance. If she could catch something crazy exotic, then all would be good. But what would fulfill over half her daily quota and be catchable in the time she had left?

Her vessel was tossed dangerously by a large wave and Crucia cursed again, mind brought back to the here and now. She dragged herself to her feet. She needed to keep her vessel afloat or none of this would matter. Her feet slipped on a Ruki and then caught purchase on the wood as she tried to keep her balance and make it to the cabin. She slammed into the door, pushed into it by a particularly nasty wave that had jumped the railing. She had to wait for the water to subside before pulling open the door, ordering her friends to secure her catch even as she started up the engine. It sputtered for a moment and caught with a guttural roar. She spun the wheel and pushed forward the throttle, causing the back rudder to move behind the propeller that was starting to spin. It was time to get out of this storm.

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IC: Onaku - Kini-Koro Hospital

Onaku sighed. Indeed, without mask powers or his elemental earth, he was about as useful in a fight against a giant monster as any matoran. "I'll be in the village... I'm gonna try to help out however I can." Turning around, he gave Nale a meaningful look. "You be careful out there, alright?" He then turned to Jutori and Kat, glancing at briefly at Knichou. "And I hope you guys get better soon."

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IC, Aurax: Coliseum

The Barraki shrugged and put the papers away, mildly disappointed by the results of OTIS's analysis. He got up off his throne and began walking to his workshop. As he did, he sent a message to the Vahki: Bring me a spare Disk of Shrinking and a Disk of Growth, preferably of the same level.

IC, Atamai: Kini-Nui

Wait, Atamai thought again. Malhukuraia, we will be fighting, but we must be patient.

IC, Whira: Kumu Peninsula

"I seek energized protodermis because I seek to forge a powerful Kanohi," Whira stated. "I have discovered a Taboo method of forging a powerful Kanoka disk from which such a mask can be created, but the process requires energized protodermis, among other things. I would use the protodermis that surrounds the Great Skull, but it is tainted, and I dare not use tainted protodermis for my task."

OOC: @Kal the Guardian @Eyru

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IC: Reliable Narrator | Kumu Peninsula


At first, it seemed like nothing: an old relic with graffiti in a place lost to time in a world falling apart. It felt like nothing. No taboo knowledge jumped from her blocked past into her conscious mind, and no strange symbol flared and came to life. 

It truly was writing, no spells, no sorceries. So why were the plain words carved into the stone so foreboding?

Slowly, however, things began to fall into place. Her past, the experiences she’d had with Taja and Caedast, her briefest meetings with other aspects -- Whisper began to realize they were all connected, just like the voices in the miasma. Aspects of Makuta came from somewhere, somewhere darker and more dangerous than she’d ever imagined, and they would inevitably be drawn back. That was simple enough -- of course she’d return to the Caldera should she fail in her Grand Wish.

She was a figment of imagination. Alone, she was nothing. 

One of the lines held her attention:

Three broken yolks. 

What could it mean? She thought of the rite of Desecration, and of how she pulled Taja's light still beating from her chest. It had cracked and become tainted with a part of Whisper, binding Taja to her will forever. In another way, it completed Taja. 

The Builders and their temples, the gongs like the one above the Elemental Ruin of Stone, the Admin’s request for a Codex of Absolution… things were connected, just not in the order she originally thought.

She was more Builder than she wanted to admit, but more immortal than she could have dreamed. She realized then that the bonds she forged with Taja were not two entities being bound, but rather one being returning to some original state of connection: she and Taja were perhaps more alike than Whisper considered.

Aspects came from Builders, and to Builders they returned.

But what of Irnakk’s Prized? What of the black smoke from the volcano that belched monsters? Surely there was more to this… Caedast mentioned a cycle.

But what if the cycle she thought was happening was something else entirely? What if…

A small lizard flittered into her vision. It was sitting on the top of the pedestal. She didn’t understand how it got there. It was tiny, with a little pink ridge down its spine and otherwise black scales. It’s little tongue flickered out and licked its pupils.

“You are remembering?” asked the lizard with Whisper's voice on its little rahi lips.

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IC: Whisper - The Caldera

"What the-" She whipped towards the sound, her confusion at who would be talking to her in a place like this being compounded further when she saw what was speaking. "I'm... understanding," she replied. "Maybe." 

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IC Mahrika - The Suva of Fire

The Desecrated Ga-Matoran felt her heartlight beat quicker as she moved in front of her brother Tuakana, her sword gripped tight. As she moved in front her eyes seemed to brighten with faint flickering flames, and her weight shifted to hold her blade better, her arms subtly growing thicker.

Mahrika stared at the Toa, but struggled to speak. Not out of fear, her brother was here, for the first time in millennia. He could defeat Kas if the Toa was difficult.

No, she was muted with anger, struggling to articulate her frustration. How dare Kas, Tuakana had saved her beloved, without them Mahrika would have died ages ago, let alone Vokarda too. And Kas had the gull to dehumanize the noble Trickster?

Monsters, she remembered the stories now, the lies her people told about the Tricksters of the South, demonizing them as savages and manipulative, who tricked the innocents into murder. Tuakana had saved Vokarda, no one had died, only a life had been saved.

Finally she managed to articulate, “Tuakana is the one who kept me and my beloved Vokarda alive on this dying island. I trust them with my heartlight.” Then she reached into her bag and produced the Mask of Quick Travel, offering it to the Toa.

Meanwhile Ollem had taken this slight distraction as a chance to move towards the telescope. He pressed his optics to the lens and searched the sky, looking for the glow of the Red Star. 

OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Burnmad @Eyru 

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IC Stannis | The Far Shore

Stanza 2.1 — Wanderer

Stannis the Wanderer came to for a second time in his Far Shore pilgrimage, this time face down in a soft surface that stifled his senses. He could hear a muddled rumble but he could not see anything, he could not smell, and he could not even breathe—a realization that at once made him heave his head back in pure reflex. Stannis gasped for air hungrily only to be washed over by a wave of frothy seawater, and slowly, breath by breath, he grew more aware of his surroundings and the new predicament landfall had given him.

The shipwreck was total, with flotsam and debris of the boat Atramentous scattered on the beach all around Stannis in either direction. It looked as though the whole of the yawl had been torn to shreds on the rocks and Stannis praised his Destiny (or what there was of it in the Far Shore) that he had not been among those things sliced to bits by the reef. With shaky legs he trudged up the beach and on to the dry land, and he removed his sodden and battered cloak to wring it while doing so, finally laying it across his neck like a towel. He stopped at a realization that he was not alone—already imprinted into the soft earth was a set of smaller, diminutive footprints belonging to a matoran or turaga that wound up towards a dune that separated the shoreline from the rest of the landmass. Stannis could vaguely ascertain the being, whoever it was, remained nearby, but there was no danger being felt and the Wanderer instead considered it more an omen. For the first time in his adventure he was reassured that he was not the only living being in this plane.

The high dune was strewn with thick sedges that served as the final blockade between the ocean and the rest of the island, a challenge which he overcame by materializing stone stairs to meet his every step up. On the penultimate step, however, he ventured a look around and behind him, choosing to relish in the evening light and the views all about this strange reality he’d found himself in. The familiar sight of the ocean stretched out far beyond the horizon with only the dangerous rocky outcroppings and shoals that were nigh-invisible in the dimming evening light blocking the visage. The beach, a soft ochre color now, meandered in both directions like the back of a winding rattlesnake, dotted here and there by debris and clumps of seaweed that looked almost intentional in positioning, and then the thin line vanished around the curvature of the island. The sun was slowly setting off to his right, and strangely it was the only thing about this realm that seemed not to be amiss. This world, Stannis thought, was unsettlingly vivid and surreal. He turned to finally summit the dune to see what awaited, and what he saw astounded him even so.

Once, not so long before, Stannis had witnessed the ravages war had tolled on a universe; it was a sight made intimately familiar to him and the nightmares of bloodshed and ruin still plagued his waking memories. The world he found himself in, however, was a picture of what he worked hard to prevent. It was an urban wasteland that sprawled out ahead with row upon row of devastated city blocks and shattered monoliths of civilization. The phalanxes of high-rises could barely be believed to once have been habitable havens for orderly folk, but now they were skeletal remains stripped of their facades and baring their stories to the elements. Even in the amber evening sunlight they looked starched blanche.

Nestled within the crumbling cityscape were fortress skyscrapers that rose up to pierce the sky like spears and tridents with their towers that wound and narrowed to dangerous points scattered through the metropolitan region like abandoned swords stuck in the ground of a forgotten battlefield. They were no less demolished than the buildings the citadels were surrounded by but they looked starkly militaristic in nature and weathered the circumstances better than the residential edifices. The Warmage recognized the core architectural styles with cursory inspection—Skakdi spires meshed seamlessly with brutalist Steltian keeps, an unlikely pairing somehow unified here in the Far Shore realm. The whole of the setting was hauntingly inconsistent with the reality Stannis knew in the grounded world, but it retained so many traits, as though this were a realm of Limbo were all aspects of reality coincided with an unholy, incongruous harmony. The hypothesis certainly made sense with what he had heard of the Far Shore.

Far off, Stannis caught sight of the diminutive being. Whoever it was seemed to beckon for him, and then vanished from view. The Wanderer followed anew, pushing himself deeper into the shattered cityscape and venturing up the wide causeways that established the patchwork grid pattern in the methodical pursuit of the mysterious other soul. The city was rife with paradoxes, and once walking among the buildings the true dazzling nature of the place truly began to sink in. Great highways seemed to stop at a dead end and resume their passage straight down from him without a connection; passageways that looked straight and linear bent upon taking them and placed Stannis elsewhere than he expected; whole apartments were arranged upside down, their broken furniture perched on the ceilings rather than on the floors and decorations adorning the walls where they should have been on the ground; and, most disturbing for the aged wizard’s controlling personality, were stairways that looped in an infinite Penrose paradox until somehow they suddenly no longer imprisoned him any longer and he was free to move on again.

The longer Stannis ventured the more he felt the city caving in on him, growing infinitesimally smaller with each step he took and closing in around him like bars in a shrinking jail cell, yet likewise Stannis felt smaller, too, increasingly powerless against an oppressive world he had no means to even fathom. The buildings rose to towering heights war over his head and cast dense shadows in the evening sun that consumed whole quadrants of buildings and kios of the streets into their murky, angular shades, and as they elevated themselves it came at the cost of all other senses of scale and dimension. The greater the edifices became the less anything below them seemed to matter; it was all a confounding maze of stochasticity and obfuscation where direction became meaningless and reality was just a concept to theorize about. Stannis hated it… and yet he had never felt more at home. The Far Shore seemed to simultaneously be swallowing Caedast whole into its vast gullet and setting up a feast in their honor.

On ground zero, all around were the telltale signs of a war—ashen waste littered the dead streets, rubble of brick and steel littered the streets, soot from energy weapons spattered the remaining standing walls like growing patches black mold while lifeless edifices were speckled with gaping holes from projectiles. In every corner and pocket were obvious signs of conflict, but it was merely the detritus; nary a weapon could be found, only the effects were visible. The Wanderer had crouched down to inspect a scorch mark when a flurry of motion caught his eye and he perked his eyes in the direction of his suspicion. All he could see was two amethyst eyes staring back at him from a space of emptiness, beckoned for him with a wordless nod, and then they vanished leaving only the shuffle of feet to be discerned.

Stannis stood up, no longer as fascinated by the marking on the ground as he was entranced by the being’s apparition, and followed them into the darkness the being had vanished into.

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IC: Whisper - The Caldera

I'm talking to a lizard. 

Why am I talking to a lizard?

While she pondered that question, she also considered the lizard's query. "I understand the Aspects and the Builders are connected," she finally replied, though even as she said it she wondered if the Builders alone brought on the Aspects, or if the dreams and desires of other races had the same power. "Their wishes, their wants... they somehow summon us. They wanted something to believe in, and they got Mata Nui. They wanted knowledge and understanding, and they got Stannis. They wanted to restore this world to what it was before the skakdi came, and they got Apex. And when they wanted to bend rules and test limits... I guess they got me."

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IC: Reliable Narrator | The Coliseum

A vahki did as Aurax asked.

 

 

IC: Reliable Narrator | Icarax's Temple

Motes of dust drifted gently in the beam of dingy light as Icarax considered Whira's answer.

"Wise of you, sister," the dusty voice finally said, emanating from every corner of the room. "Even the strongest of our kind fear that tainted stuff. Only the arrogant would think they could master it. And although its pure counterpart has grown less rare in these late days, it remains elusive for those without friends in central places."

A pause. The rahkshi shifted its stance.

"I possess that which you seek," Icarax continued. "But it cost me dearly to acquire it, and I would not part with it for less than I paid. What would you offer for such a treasure?"

 

 

IC: Reliable Narrator | Great Telescope

Kas reached out and snatched the mask from Mahrika, hefting it in his hand. It was indeed the same mask. He placed it on his face and breathed a sigh of relief as he felt the power of quick travel become available to him again.

"Perfect. Wonderful. Amazing. Lovely," he said. He looked up at the titanic figure before him and fought back a chill from running down his spine. "And if you're gonna vouch for the, uh... big guy, I guess I'll take it. We're cool as long as he doesn't try any funny business."

The titanic figure in question blinked slowly. Their rode detected no lies... yet.

Meanwhile, Ollem looked through the eyepiece of the telescope. It took a few turns of the dial, but he managed to find the red star he sought. It hovered in the far east about three quarters of the way from the horizon to the zenith of the sky, glimmering between two less bright stars.

 

 

IC: Reliable Narrator | Kumu Peninsula

Viltia grew until the ground cracked under her weight. Looking around, she saw the rocky ground extending in every direction. She saw some jagged hills in the distance, and what looked like a series of standing stones in the other direction. She saw thickets of dead trees and clusters of hillocks. She saw ruined structures with the occasional small rahi scuttling between them. The eerie mists made judging distance difficult, and everything was a little hazy, but she was definitely still on the peninsula.

 

 

IC: Reliable Narrator | Le-Metru Nuva

Wairuha's fingers twitched as the echoes of Nektann's roar passed over the island.

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IC: Xaril – Fringe District

Running away again.

How many homelands will you abandon?

Standing at a balcony overlooking one of the landing pads where airships were loading up, Xaril screwed his eyes shut, trying not to focus on the phantoms flickering in the corners of his vision. But though the ghosts were gone from his sight, the taunting voices lingered.

Finish it… just let me die…

Please, no more.

Let me go!

It was the quiet moments like this he dreaded the most. When he was alone, inactive, that was when they were most active. When he was in battle, in conversation, even carrying out simple labour, it was easy to focus on the work and shut out the wraiths. But now he’d been ordered to supervise, and supervise was just a fancy word for standing around and watching others work. He’d tried helping, but the cargo haulers and Vahki were faster and more efficient than he ever could be. He’d just gotten in the way.

His limber fingertips tapped impatiently on the railing before him as he forced his eyes open, doing his best to ignore the shadowy shapes that swam at the edge of his periphery. He couldn't just stand around with his head in the sand, he still needed to do his job and supervise. Packing up and evacuating an entire city was a time-consuming process, but he hoped the time to depart would come soon.

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IC: Tekmo and Waveahk (Kumu Peninsula) - Apex Predator

'Great One'? Did this mean that this 'Apex' was an Aspect? What manner of creature would name itself 'the best'?

Waveahk just sort of glanced between Irna and Apex, as if expecting something bad to happen.

@Sparticus147@Void Emissary@TL01 NUVA@Keeper of Kraata

 

IC: Ostrox (Kini-Koro, The Ambling Alp, Exterior) - Slip of the Tongue

'Ca-'? He meant to say 'Stannis'? Well, it wasn't that interesting. Sounded a little too strange to be a mere mispronunciation, however crude the Matoran Language was. But, onto more pressing concerns...

"What exactly seems to be the problem, here?" He asked the shadowy rusted one.

@Void Emissary@EmperorWhenua

 

IC: Ulkarr, Enra, Reckless, Lawful, Impressionable and Wayward (Tobduk-Koro) - Border Control

"Not at all. Do what you must."

"Uh, excuse me? Can I talk now? Zadred-"

"Be quiet. The Akiri is busy."

"Grrrrr..." Enra growled.

"Halt." One of the Vahki positioned himself between Prasral and the Ruins of Stone. "What is your business in Tobduk-Koro?"

@Harvali@NorikSigma

 

IC: NU-8020S, Achro and Navu (Kini-Koro Airspace, The Taku) - Hoplophilia

At Skyra’s suggestion, unaware that she was not the one in charge, Achro grabbed ahold of the controls for one of the guns. "Finally - I get to shoot something again." He had never seen anything like this weapon before. At least, he didn’t think he had.

NU-8020S did likewise, knowing that if any of the fleshbags objected, she could always blame Skyra. Meanwhile, Navu was quite obviously concerned about the whole affair, breathing rapidly and glancing around nervously.

@Snelly@BULiK@Tarn@NorikSigma

 

IC: Gnabol (Kini-Koro, Airdock, The Taku, Exterior) - Unforeseen Meteorological Patterns

"Yeah. I’m heading home before the rain hits. You have a place to stay? Or at the very least, some shelter?"

@NorikSigma

 

IC: Obedient (Tobduk-Koro, Vahki Transport) - Giant Monsters Killed the Radio Star

As Obedient listened to the radio, it seemed as if Kini-Koro was in no position to provide assistance. Rather than polluting the airwaves, he began scampering back to the prior meeting place to inform the Akiri of what was going on.

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IC: Viltia - Toa of the Green

Location - Kumu Peninsula

With - Merged with Life Kraata creation Muaka

 

Viltia’s giant Muaka optics peered over the landscape below in large sweeping scans. Her breath stirred the mists surrounding her gigantic form, pushing them away as she turned to view her surroundings. The air was so crisp up this high. Her movements were slowed as the electrical pulses that ran through her wires now had a far longer distance to travel before relaying information and then returning to the brain.

After a bit of surveying, she concluded that she was still on the Kumu Peninsula. She couldn’t see the Fau Swamp with all the mist, but she was certain that if she had flown up with her mask of Flight, she could confirm she was still in the real world.

The thickets of dead trees she could see made her a little sad and she thought about going over and rejuvenating them, but her goal stood out in her mind. She really wanted to make Golden Masks. She couldn’t let herself focus on something else.

Okay, so which direction should she go? Those standing stones sure seemed interesting, but there were more jagged hills like where she had found the first door before it had swirly teleported her. Maybe there were more doors and she might find one with her Tethered Bonds Taboo symbol on it?

And then there were more ruined structures out there too. Could she just go to them preemptively and find doors there? Or would she need to find them in the hills first to “unlock” them?

Well, she wasn’t accomplishing anything by standing here on crushed basalt. She opened the mental aperture that held back her elemental energy and created a non-native moss on the ground below her as a marker to help her find this place again. It was a blue green instead of the pale green moss that she had already seen here and it stuck out in her senses of the Green.

Deciding speed was of the essence since she hadn’t seen or felt another sentient being yet through her Life Kraata, Viltia kept her mask activated and her enlarged tethers slammed into the ground, not from applied force so much as just their inherent weight. They lifted her 120 foot tall body and propelled it towards the closest ruin she could see. As her massive body displaced the mists like a boat creating a wake, Viltia continued to grow the moss behind her in a trail that would easily lead her back to the ellipsis door.

What would have been a good half hour of walking, or… treading?, was quickly surmounted in just a few minutes. As Viltia neared the next ruin, she slowly released her Kanohi’s power, shrinking down so that she could explore the hewn black rock for another door.
 

OOC: @Eyru

 

IC: Cravious - Skakdi of Lightning and Mind Reading

Location - Icarax’s Temple

With - Whira, Icarax

 

Yeeeep. There it was. Thankfully Whira was smart enough to have Icarax put forward a price first. Without any rough estimate on value, it was far too easy for the buyer to over offer. Better to have the seller put forward a price and then work from there.

The Rig getting destroyed already ruined a large portion of Cravious’ businesses, so hopefully the cost wouldn’t end up too high. Then again, knowing Aspects, the price might just very well be a Heartlight. He sure hoped it wasn’t, though. He really wanted Whira to Desecrate him for a second time and even more delays to that would be dreadful.
 

OOC: @~Xemnas~ @Eyru

 

IC: MC - Spark - Vortixx of Le-Metru Nuva

Location - Le-Metru Nuva

With - Other Le-Metru Nuva MCs and NPCs

 

Spark froze, wooden spoon full of a vegetable broth halfway to his mouth. He had just had an epiphany. He slowly turned his head to Circuit, who sat nearby working on the cracked iStone Viltia had traded for.

Circuit felt his gaze and closed her optics in regret. She knew she should have moved as soon as Spark sat down at the same table.

Spark’s optics danced about as he formulated his thoughts, “Hey, Circuit? If the puddles and ponds of defiled energized protodermis below us keep refilling and tainting the pure energized protodermis that Viltia has made through her masks of Removes Poison, and Sorilax says the pure stuff has good qualities, why don’t we start storing it just in case we need it for later? The ground is able to hold it, so we should be able to as well. That way Viltia doesn’t have to purify the same stuff for the twentieth time and it’ll take way longer for the waters to refill naturally.

Circuit was stunned, “That is actually a great idea.

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IC Kanohi and “Komisti” - Tobduk-Koro

Councilor Kanohi turned to the Skakdi of Lightning and nodded, “Hello Enra, I am sorry for being distracted, a lot is happening. Has something happened in the Ruins?” He looked to the Ruins that linked their village to Kini-Koro.

He was interrupted by the sound of the Vahki reacting, and turned back to see a large being before him. He was taller than most Toa, wearing what looked like a Mask of Accuracy, his armor resembled a carapace and was a blended mix of royal blue and yellow. He towered over all present, except one.

Komisti looked at this stranger, he was far wider than them. They … they did not know much of the League, but there was influences of Carapar in his proportions. Could this be a former member of the League? They shook their head, no need to be suspicious of him yet. And right now there was a truce, even if he was from the League, it would be foolish to start conflict

So instead the Vortixx stated, “I am afraid right now the Ruins are being monitored, transit is limited between them. I am afraid the portals and the ruins themselves may be unsafe, given the mutations that befell two Toa.

That was indeed the truth, after what befell Arkius and Atamai, they did not trust the ruins to be safe. Though from what the Admin said, maybe the regulating servers were simply disabled. On the other hand, from what they had said, the NUVA doors had never been opened before. Either the ruins were unsafe because of the Admin lacking control, or because they were unprepared for that radiation. Either option was not great.

OOC: @NorikSigma @Toru Nui

IC Mahrika (and Ollem) - The Great Telescope

The Desecrated Ga-Matoran relaxed a bit, though did not sheath her blade yet. Not out of distrust, just, felt nice in her hand. “I do have a question, Toa Kas,” she said, looking up to the sky, “It is possible I misunderstood, but from what I saw in the Suva, can that mask only carry one other person at a time?” She did not want to be separated from her friend Ollem yet, for many reasons. But if only one could travel, that would be troubling.

Mahrika could leave her Brother if she needed too, she was stronger, so they were stronger too. And in a body like that, with that crystal blade, they would be fine. But Ollem, he only had a cloak and a gun. And if only one could go, she would imagine it would be Ollem, since he was more invested in learning about the island. And alone with only the untrustworthy Toa Kas for help…

Meanwhile, Ollem memorized the position of the Red Star as best he could, before looking at Mahrika. He … he should write the details down, and Mahrika should know too. But could he trust her? 

OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Burnmad @Eyru 

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IC: Reliable Narrator | Icarax's Temple

"You think I wish to deceive you," Icarax said sternly. The shadows in the room seemed to grow darker and more opaque. "To trick you into paying too high a price. Have you spent so long among beings of flesh and metal that you have begun to believe their lies? Or perhaps you have listened overlong to Sorilax and his muddled philosophies on our kind. Darkness does not deceive, sister; do not mistake shrewdness for deception. Shadows speak only truth, for their forms reflect that which cast them. They are as evil as a mirror. Shadows grow small under the noonday sun, and they grow long as it sinks to the earth. Even the apparent obscuration of night is only the shadow of the planet speaking a celestial truth."

A pause. The shadows returned to their earlier forms.

"But, then, I suppose you are wise to expect deceit. This is a cruel world, and few can see as clearly as I. I will forgive your slight for the sake of our familial ties and speak plainly. I have spent years uncountable on the pursuit of knowledge. In the course of that quest, I lost my physical form. My children serve as conduits for my presence, and this temple is as close to a body as any building can be, but I have not yet ascended beyond that terrible ache, that yearning for a corporeal vehicle that ever besets our kind. I will provide you with the energized protodermis you seek in exchange for this task: 

"Descend below the great temple. There you will find the dark walk, the Mangaia. Reclaim the armor that waits there and return it to me."

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IC: Reliable Narrator | Spiriah's Labyrinth

As Arkius flung himself away from the gaping pit, a terrible scream echoed out of its cavernous maw. It was a primal sound—the kind of shriek that usually precedes one suddenly snapping awake in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat. But there was no awakening here, and as the scream continued past where it would usually be cut off by sudden wakefulness, it disintegrated into a harsh, scraping, clawing noise that tore its own echoes apart into ragged shreds and scraps of sound. The screech seemed to fall in pitch, becoming slower and deeper and wider and higher and longer and sharper and everywhere and nowhere all at once.

It was the sound of confusion made manifest, and the aspect of faith was its source.

Spiriah had long since abandoned his physical form. He made his dwelling in the dark places beneath the earth that have never known the sun. He spoke only through his worshippers, and without them he was simply darkness incarnate. It was this shadow that dwelt in the pit, nothing and something at the same time. It was malevolence and cruelty and guile and spite. It was the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things unseen. It was knowledge seen through a glass darkly, and it looked hungrily upon the escaping Arkius with all the venom and hatred cultivated over an age spent gnawing at the island's roots.

The aspect bent his will upon the toa, attempting through his powers of confusion to disorient the toa until he could not even tell which way was up, let alone how to escape. At the same time, he shouted through his mental link to his followers who waited outside:

Close the way!

The strength of this shrieked mental command caused one or two of the mesi to shiver and massage their suddenly throbbing temples with trembling fingers. The remainder sprang into action. Each joined with their battle-sibling—the one whose powers called their own to life—and worked to seal the door. The stone hallway slammed shut, sealing Arkius and Spiriah into the chamber within. Simultaneously, several mesi of differing powers summoned a torrent of magma up from the bowels of the earth. They could feel it bubbling and melting as it rose, causing the ground to tremble and groan as it did. They directed the molten rock to flow up and over the sealed cavern in the hopes of creating a liquid barrier that even a toa of earth could not breach. More mesi approached from the distant tunnels, their war cries already beginning to sound. Their god had called, and the horde would answer.

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IC: Nale Vella - Kini-Koro Hospital

"I...we will."

"I suppose that's it, then," Nale said, feeling like they weren't truly done here. Nevertheless, she headed for the door, the concern for what was happening near Kini-Nui far more important to her at the moment. "Let's go see what all the fuss is about."

IC: Jutori - Kini-Koro Hospital

Jutori tried to follow the rapid-fire answers but they just made his head hurt more. "But...you don't know what the stuff does?" He sighed. They could talk about it later, much as the Toa of Gravity still wanted to get out of this bed and help. "There's other things happening. When you get back, though...I'll be here. And we'll test your 'magic juice' on a sapient as you put it."

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IC Katrin Nuva - Hospital:

"Now hang on a sec!" Kat exclaimed, extricating herself from the tangle of blanket. "You made all this stuff, can't you make a mask of healing to give to the doctors here? Then we could be fixed up in no time, and you wouldn't have to worry about salience!"

@BULiK@Tarn@Onaku

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IC: Reliable Narrator | Icarax's Temple

"Look to the south of the mountain of fire," Icarax said. "You will find the great temple there. It was once abandoned, but has since been reclaimed by the matoran. Enter their domain with caution, for they are wary of our kind."

 

IC: Reliable Narrator | Kumu Peninsula

Viltia's search for another door proved fruitless. The broken black stones were nothing more than what they appeared. There were the broken remains of pillars and the ruined skeletons of what had once been the walls and ceiling of some kind of building, its purpose long lost to the ravages of time. Boulders here and there were just that—boulders. Except for one.

"That's the biggest entrance I've ever seen," said the rock rahi. "I'd give it two thumbs up if, well, I had any."

It rolled from side to side a bit, as if to emphasize its lack of thumbs.

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IC: Viltia - Toa of the Green (Merged with Life Kraata creation Muaka)

Location - Kumu Peninsula

With - Rock Rahi

 

Viltia went over the ruin a couple times while not looking too closely at the details. She needed to get a move on before nightfall, after all. She hadn’t brought a mask of Night Vision and her Muaka optics’ natural night vision could only help so much.

The black stones were worn down by centuries of disuse and then further abuse from the weather. They were pockmarked by detriment from wind storms and spotted with a pale green moss that was white in its center. The remains of pillars stood like baleful tombstones for what had once been a building of an unknown but probably unfriendly purpose.

A small Fikou made its web between two of the black pillars, a broken pillar in between the two allowing more room for its web. It was mostly black, with dots of green on it. No doubt it had adapted to blend into the terrain here.

A nest of Stone Rats were just below a large slab of obsidian that had once a finished floor. Viltia couldn’t see the entrance, but she knew they had probably tunneled through the basalt to get there.

Unfortunately, there was no door to speak of, but she found something else super intriguing instead. It was a Rock Rahi. She had no idea what that was, but her Life sense told her the species, so it had to be true.

It was adorable in a stone-y kind of way. Her old protector Toa of Stone would have loved to see it. Viltia was only slightly saddened by the memory. She decided to focus on the good and fondly remembered how he would have reacted to such a sight. And then the Rahi blew her mind and spoke!

"That's the biggest entrance I've ever seen," said the Rock Rahi. "I'd give it two thumbs up if, well, I had any."

Viltia gasped in her growling Muaka voice. “You can speak?! That’s so cool!” Her mind raced with the implications, “How can you speak? Are you hungry? Hey, can you see me somehow?

 

OOC: @Eyru

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IC: Reliable Narrator | Kumu Peninsula

"Everyone wants to be a Great Spirit, Whisper. Everyone wants to ascend to being a Mata-Nui" said the lizard. "Builders never will. that's why they suffer. Builders made you. That's why you suffer. You are a figment of a dream shared by many. You exist because you are wanted yes, but you also exist because you were unwanted. You crawled through from the discarded imaginations of a dying culture who dreamt you into being. You return yourself to them when they ask. You'll become a Great Spirit as they never could. But you'll lose yourself in the end. That is what is means to be an aspect, Whisper: you will never be solely your own. You will be like a book torn into pieces, and all your followers will hold but a single page. They will love you, and hate you, and praise you as they seek to reassemble what little meaning they can. You'll be driven absolutely mad. In the end, you'll return to the Caldera and throw yourself into the Far Shore where you were born just so you can be rebound as a new book to be torn all over again.

"This is your fate, and you will never escape so long as They will the cycles continue."

Then the lizard was gone.

OOC: @Gecko Greavesy, I do believe Whisper has finished one of her milestones?

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