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  1. It only took *checks watch* almost six months (:yeshoney:), but we're finally on the cusp of launching Mata Nui's greatest caper: robbing a train to steal the first cars ever. If you want to join in - yes, that means you - please get in touch with me within a week. Wait, what? Yup. Train heist + grand theft auto. On Mata Nui. You heard me right. Our characters will be legends, either through infamy of their success or the wild story of how it all went hilariously wrong. How are we going to pull this off? Well, Quoribay just elaborated a basic outline of a plan in a post in Ko-Wahi, but as with any good heist movie, that's not the entire plan, and we won't spend the entire runtime showing the characters planning the nitty gritty of the plan before running through it all. There are always those twists and turns that were planned ahead that instead, we get the joy of learning as the characters do them, with maybe even some flashbacks to that IC planning session. To emulate this and prevent a deadlock of posting, what we're doing is doing a little bit of OOC planning that summarizes the IC planning, and then immediately dropping our characters in media res as the heist (or any requisite prep, depending on the plan) begins. Pretty slick, eh? How do I get involved? I've left it open ended so anyone can still join in if they want to by saying that my thief Matoran Quoribay recruited them earlier on his way to Obsidian Outpost. Or hey, maybe they came to join the Outsiders at the perfect time, that's an option too. Just give me a heads up on the character you're planning to bring and, barring any major inconsistencies, you'll be clear to just show up and join in on the fun. If I don't hear from anyone within a week we'll keeping going with the characters we have on the heist crew so far.
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  2. OOC: This one turned out longer than I expected. Kinda bloated in some areas but worth just finishing up and getting out there at this point. Re: train heist crew, Quoribay coming to wrap up our interaction in Ko in ~days. Recommended listening: IC: Vrill [Wise Man's Archive, The Backroom] When Muir returned there was no evidence that in the intervening time, Vrill had even cracked open the book in front of him for a peek. As the Po-Toa studied intently, Vrill's mind was on the perimeter, reaching out with his element, feeling the ebb and flow of the occasional lightstone and heatstone of passers-by. He felt the invisible presence of the minerals as they meandered along what the Cy-Toa knew were the streets outside. Eventually, however, perhaps out of his own boredom, 'Syzygos' snuffed his cigarette in an obsidian ashtray of his own creation and began to actually do the work Priicu wanted - transcribing The Legend of the Bionicle from one of the archive's books onto Vrill's brand new collection of tablets. The process was almost an almost meditative affair. Pick up a slate, lay it over a page, and read. He would see the word underneath the clear crystal, and darken the crystal above it to create a perfect replica. Vrill didn't even necessarily need to understand what he was reading, it began to form an instinctual flow. There were no sentences, merely words in an endless fractal chain, much like was seen inside crystal itself. Each spiraling band of recorded thoughts unique, yet adhering to the unifying structure inherent to prose. Time. Was Vrill running out of time? When would Cyrix arrive? Time. Before. Did he remember what it was like before? Before the powers of his job? Before the powers in himself? Before. Time. How long had it been since he worked with a partner? Time. Vrill would occasionally glance back over his work, the repetition of clauses smoothing over any mistakes until perfection. The phrases had no meaning beyond their uniformity. 'In the time before time.' 'In the time before time.' 'In the time before time.' After confirming himself, Vrill moved on to the next phrase to repeat himself again and again and again. 'The great spirit descended from the heavens,' 'Carrying we, the ones called Matoran,' Matoran. Did Vrill know any Matoran, really? Korzaa? She was his boss. She was his greatest ally... but was she a friend? Where did respect end and trust begin? Did trust begin? He knew her from the system a united Matoran people created. Matoran. 'We were separate and without purpose,' Purpose. Vrill fought for the Matoran's Unity. That was his Duty. Preserve the integrity of their Unity. He had failed before and would not let that happen again. Was the Onu-Matoran Tarkhan a threat to that unity? Purpose. 'So the great spirit illuminated us' Illuminated. Did Vrill shine light on darkness? Or did the shadows only dance because of those who shone lights? Illuminated. 'With the three virtues:' Virtues. Was he on a virtuous mission? Or was this all, what, a thrill? Did Vrill's mission align with those virtues? What they stood for? Would he be too close to see the line? Virtues. ~~~ The pair worked well together, in that neither disturbed the other's focus or otherwise interrupted their entirely separate work. In record time, Vrill was keeping pace with the text, creating copy after copy, each mirror image creating a less comprehensible fractal of circular characters. When he was complete, the Cy-Toa aligned the stack of tablets, and his optics reflexively darted their focus across the first page once more as a final check. 'In the time before time,' 'The great spirit descended from the heavens,' 'Carrying we, the ones called Matoran,' 'To this paradise.' 'We were separate and without purpose,' 'So the great spirit illuminated us with the three virtues: 'Unity, duty, and destiny.' 'We embraced these gifts and in gratitude,' 'We named our island home "Mata Nui"' 'After the great spirit himself.' 'But our happiness was not to last.' 'For Mata Nui's brother, the Makuta,' 'Was jealous of these honors,' 'And betrayed him, casting a spell over' "Mata Nui..." 'Who fell into a deep slumber.' "V-"rill "Syzygos," Vrill's mind juggled its focus. His attention was stirred by his names, even moreso by them almost being used in concert. While he was nevertheless confused (annoyed, even) at the slip up, his optics continued to scan the last few lines as he listened to his partner explain. 'The Makuta was free to unleash his shadows,' "it's the Madness." 'And unleash them, he did.' "Antidermis is the Madness." "..." As if broken from a trance, there was a sizeable delay as Vrill silently turned to look Fenn in the optics. His expression was not one of shock or eureka, but a blank severity, like a Kikanalo that was deciding if it should run from or fight a predator. "Plausible." His amber gaze flickered to the book in front of him. 'Casting a spell over Mata Nui, who fell into a deep slumber.' Mata Nui was asleep, or so the Turaga's songs promised. The detective recalled something Stannis had said during Muirtagh's interrogation. "I would never have claimed to have vanquished... or destroyed... the Makuta. We defeated him. We put him into a place where he couldn't reach us so we could rest. But it wasn't a full vanquishing. Such a thing would have been impossible against something so powerful as Nothingness." Stannis's recitation of Makuta's words rung through Vrill's mind as if spoken by the lord of darkness himself. "You cannot destroy Nothing, but Nothing can destroy you." The madness was no ordinary plague. It was spread not through biotics but by special Kohlii balls hawked by a greedy vendor. Recovery was not as simple as disinfectant or building immunity through exposure. Even after Takua's news, those who ground their Comet balls to dust out of anger did not destroy the toxins. The destruction merely increased the potency, spreading the poison more effectively and making it harder to contain. Once aerosolized into dust, the disease could more easily take root in a Matoran's internals and decay them from within. By all accounts, it was a sickening way to go. 'Husked'. "Now... how can one hope to vanquish something so much a part of you? Something that exists in you and in everyone else you know?" A century later and people still shied away from the condemned quarry tunnel where the most exposed had been entombed. On occasion, Po-Koronans would check to ensure the site was still untampered. Never since has there been such a plague, though some copycats had tried to bring about their own poisonings. "The people of the world are Builders, but look into their hearts and you will find that they also have the power to destroy." After a few moments of contemplative silence, Vrill frowned. "Not plausible. Probable." Like Makuta, the epidemic had not been vanquished. In the end, the solution was that every tainted Kohlii ball in the Koro was rounded up and dumped at sea, their presence removed entirely. Only then did recoveries become the rule instead of the exception. "You cannot destroy me, no more than you can destroy the sea, or the wind, or the void. " The Madness, the Comet plague - or really, as Fenn had surmised, the Antidermis - was a force only the might of an endless ocean could salve. It could only be destroyed (as Stannis had described during the extaction from Skorm) by boiling itself away once separated from a host: once it had no outlet for its own destructive energy besides itself. Only Nothing can destroy it. "It's just as dangerous as Stannis warned; it's Makuta's original weapon."
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  3. Word is spreading on Mata Nui. The Infernavika has made port in Ostia, and her captain has a revelation to share: he knows the location of Zakaz, and is preparing to sail there in the near future. He's more than happy to offer passage aboard his ship, and will provide the location to any captains wishing to make the voyage personally (all for a reasonable price, of course). If you have a character on Mata Nui you'd like to send to the Zakaz region, this is your chance. Also, the 'Vika is a little short-staffed at present, so Lohkar is actively recruiting new crewmembers. If you have a sailor, scallywag or swashbuckler who's looking for some adventure, they'd be most welcome. Lohkar's going back to his piratical roots, and plunder awaits on the seas of Zakaz. To get in on any of the above action, just head on down to Ostia and find Captain Lohkar at the Dancing Crab tavern. Alternatively, if you'd like to skip the introductions and avoid getting bogged down in Meetings™, feel free to shoot me a PM and we can have your character aboard the ship after the voyage has begun. The distance between Mata Nui and Zakaz is considerable, so the bulk of the voyage(s) will most likely take place during one of the traditional mid-arc timeskips, as and when that happens. But rest assured, this will be the start of cross-pollination between the BZPRPG's oldest locale and its newest. Now...bring me that horizon.
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  4. IC: Their journey around the cape had gone encouragingly, the weather had held and the waters remained relatively calm. Just before dusk they had reached the northernmost tip of the island, laying anchor there for a small party to take one of the skiffs ashore to the squat, stone lighthouse which was the rocky outcroping's sole inhabitant. There they remained for a few hours after the shoreparty had returned with current maps and charts, taking the time to take stock of the crew's effectiveness as the watch changed over. While by no stretch of the imagination green sailors at this point, their familiarization with the ironclad was an ongoing process during their maiden voyage. With changes made and duties rehearsed the Fowadi set out once again. The ocean’s flat calm continued well into the night, the reflected stars above in the cloudless, moonless night offering an eerie calm that permeated their journey down the eastern side of the island that lasted until daybreak. By midmorning they had begun sailing west, angling towards Naho Bay. The sea had picked up somewhat with the wind, though dropped down as they entered the clear, shallow Ga-Wahi waters. Only a few hours later had them begin to navigate the shallows between the various islands that dotted the entrance to the bay, sails furled to reduce their speed. Dehkaz stood atop the quarter deck opposite to the wheel, weight braced against the hull plating as he looked out over the rapidly growing landmasses and inlet of the bay. Something had struck him as odd as they had made their way closer and closer to the beachside Koro, though it wasn’t until they had entered the bay proper did it hit him. The waters were surprisingly clear of shipping, for a village so steeped in ocean-going trade, there were scarce few vessels in the waters around the mouth of the bay. The fact bothered him, and he was about to voice his concerns to the rest of the crew when a glint of sunlight caught his attention. From the wrong direction. The sun was at his back, and yet something out towards Ga-Koro shone like a star- as if someone had erected a giant mirror right out in the harbor of the village. He knew, of course, that was impossible, but it wasn’t until he had gotten a closer look thanks to his Kanohi that the captain realized just how close he had actually been. It wasn’t some great mirror, but reflective all the same. And it wasn’t a singular point. There, amongst the green lilypads and wooden docks sat numerous crystalline vessels, glittering in the sunlight as brightly as the waters in which they floated. All manner of them, from largest multi-masted ships to smaller fishing boats which were only visible once the Fowadi sailed closer to the crystalline fleet. So many that a great deal of them had simply beached themselves in the shallows close to the shore, and they lined the sands from Ga-Koro. Though alien in their make, with sharp lines and multi-hulled construction, their material of choice called back to what he had heard of the curious vessel that had docked in Ga-Koro months prior, as well as the foreigners which crewed it. This certainly threw a wrench into their plans. While there had been a small question of there being large enough facilities for the Fowadi to dock at Ga-Koro previously, with the foreign fleet now taking up residence at the village, there was no possible way for the ironclad behemoth to squeeze through the mass of shipping. “Small change of plans,” Dehkaz said, turning to speak to Kale, the Toa of Iron not far on the main deck. “We’re not going to be able to stock up on supplies from Ga-Koro, let alone dock there in the middle of all of that. We’ll lay anchor here for now.” “Rynekk, Ember!” He called, “I want you two to take a crew and some skiffs over to Forsi across the bay, see if you can’t find us some supplies to partially stock up on.” “Kale,” He turned back to the first mate, “you’re with me, we’ll head into the Koro and figure out what this is all about.” Dehkaz paused for a moment, before adding, “Let’s take Krayn too.” @Void Emissary @Krayzikk @Silvan Haven @Snelly @The UltimoScorp @Perp @otter
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  5. It's not about the size of your Disk - it's how you use it. Folks, it's that time again where we whip out the Native Tech 3D renders, and once more we're serving up diskettes - pistol(?) edition. Hope you like toggles! The Diskette Pistol Three Quarters Profile Front Top Toggles Open Close-Up Aiming The "Hans Olo" Three Quarters Profile Front The "Wauser" Three Quarters Profile Front Bottom The Artillery Three Quarters Profile Front Aiming Once again, thanks to @Geardirector for coming up with the darn thing in the first place.
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  6. IC: Aeragot - Bridge of the Chiisai Ryuu Aeragot almost chuckled. The Lieutenant could say whatever she wanted to make her feel like she was the reasonable one here; that weapon had to be lethal, and she was all too happy to use it. And come on, telling Rudra that if you could act under your own laws this would be a capital offense? This wasn't a war. Some people just did not understand the lighter touch. A keen observer could have read this on his face, if he hadn't covered three-quarters of it with his hand. He rubbed his forehead. The gesture wasn't utilitarian: he was starting to feel it in his skull. Despite himself, he felt that this was good news. Seemed like she was losing a little of the belligerence. If it was replaced with thinking he was some kind of fool, well, he would take that. It seemed like they could agree on something at least. Aeragot liked Rudra. It would be hard not to feel a little sympathy, when you understood monomania the way he did. He wasn't a miracle worker though: Rudra being passed over to the Koro's forces might be the best he could do. "Look pal, I meant what I said. I like to think I know something about people. This isn't going to look good for you with either of those options. But hey, your own head be on it. If we can all walk out of here—emphasis on the walk—well, I don't think I can do much better." OOC: @Ghosthands @Razgriz @Vezok's Friend
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  7. IC: Aeragot - Bridge of the Chiisai Ryuu Ok. Alright. This wasn’t much to work with, but it was something. Aeragot wasn’t sure what the Lieutenant made of him, but he liked this a lot better than a minute ago. Maybe she wasn’t completely unreasonable. The difference between the two of them was just that, in this case, he was right. "You have to think about how this looks to us. My people, I mean. Your people just show up on our shores, there are a whole lot of you, and you have strange powers, and you’re heavily armed. And look: they're not unreasonable. they’re wary, but for now they’re really just interested. You haven’t done anything to worry them yet, not in a real way.” At least not publicly. He was making a gamble, but he had to assume that she was as in the dark as everyone else, relatively speaking. "But think about how it looks if you drag out one of our people who you just beat to a pulp. What are you going to do, have an execution? It doesn’t matter why you feel justified in that, most people are never going to know what really happened. But they will know that the strangers came and had one of us killed.” He threw an arm back, gesturing through the front window. Despite the impassioned movement, he didn’t let emotion overtly enter his voice. Less risky to stay calm. "People are going to know something is going on; there are probably even journalists out there! ‘Invading force executes Toa’ is going to make even better news than a Koro’s worth of strangers showing up. They’re going to be thinking in terms of sides after that. And—” You can’t plan for this kind of thing, he reflected. Just have to trust that you can make it happen when it matters. "I don’t think you have that luxury. I don’t think your superiors have that luxury. Maybe you can make the Akiri understand. Maybe she’ll agree with you. But this is already bigger than that. I mean, public opinion is what's really going to matter in the long run—” He let a long breath out. For him, the deck of a ship was really not the ideal setting for this kind of thing. OOC: @Ghosthands @Razgriz @Vezok's Friend apologies for the wait all, busy end of semester!
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  8. IC: Dehkaz [Ostia Docks, Fowadi] Dehkaz followed Krayn up to the Fowadi's weather deck, behind them on the dock below workers were moving about, untying mooring lines and removing empty pallets which had held stacks of barrels and supplies when they had departed the ship earlier that day. A sizeable collection of onlookers, some gathered on the dock or adjacent docks and some in the harbor itself standing on small boats and skiffs, had gathered throughout the day as news of the refitted flagship's departure had spread throughout the white stone port town. It wasn't a great surprise, the ironclad's gleaming hull had become a fixture in Ostia during the previous few months, and many of the individuals gathered had a hand in her overhaul. The deck of the battleship itself was beginning to take on a frantic hum of activity, though orders shouted and signals raised kept a frame of organization to the otherwise indecipherable activity. Hatches and scuttles were being secured and rigging checked and tied into position all the way down the length of the metallic leviathan. Within the depths of the ship came a reverberating repetitive clunk as the anchor was weighed and slowly rose from the water a link at a time. Even deeper beneath the deck was the hum of the pump starting up and getting up to pressure. Amongst all of this, Dehkaz took up a position behind the ship's wheel, pulling it to starboard and waiting for the final confirmation that all was set for their departure. The gangway was removed, the last mooring line was pulled aboard, and the Fowadi began drift away from the dock. Dehkaz gave a command, and the yards were trimmed to starboard and the pure white topsails let down to catch the offshore wind as well as the golden afternoon light. Now fully under her own power, the ironclad set off in earnest, much to the excitement of the onlookers gathered. Gaining speed rapidly despite its apparent bulk, it didn't take long for the Fowadi to clear the harbor entrance and sail out into Leva Bay. To their port side just outside the harbor sat the ironclad Pakanokai, having been completed only a few short months prior. A flash of light followed by thunder rolling over the sea emanated from the Fowadi's smaller sister ship as its saluting guns arced a salvo of photothermic charges high into the sky above. Dehkaz watched them pass, before turning his attention back to their course ahead. Behind him the geography of the stone coast began to drop away from his view, taken over by the great endless expanse of ocean that stretched out further than he could possibly see before him. OOC: Fowadi and gang to Ga-Wahi. @Void Emissary @Krayzikk @Silvan Haven @Snelly @The UltimoScorp @Perp @otter
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  9. OOC: Busy couple of weeks for me, to say the least... IC: Kreigero [The Drifts, Crevasse] Each step brought a bitter sharpness as each snowflake carried what felt like a thousand needles. Kreigero could only tolerate her march due to the utter lack of feeling that grew in her extremities. She never looked back, as if it had never occurred to her that she could look back without seeing the Fa-Toa, even though the winding path had long since obscured the trio from the two strangers. Kreigero continued to march (or rather, Savrehn continued to carry Kreigero in all but spirit) until the trail of Toa footprints they were following broke out of the glacial wall and into a wide field of snow. The howl of the winds intensified, and it was only then that her feet began to truly drag in the snow. It was only then that she seemed to let Savrehn set her down to rest, not that she could have done anything beyond stubborn glares from behind her Kaukau's visor for most of the journey. The trapper breathed in a powerful, steadied rhythm, but the exhalations were rasp. It was clear the group could not continue their escape without a reprieve, but for how long? She reluctantly loosened her grip on the vial of disinfectant, fingers fumbling to unroll the bandage. The shivering Ko-Matoran bit down and frowned in defiance, knowing that before it hurt less, it was going to have to hurt a lot more... OOC: oh and @ARROW404 apologies for not picking up on the fact that Priicu didn't join them again. Re; the book - I implied that Vrill had copied the entire book during the indeterminate time that Muir was likewise reading Takua's journals. It was only after that did he see the first page again for his eureka moment. If you have more places you plan on going with the book I can elaborate further but I was intending that one copy to be done. I'll get a Vrill out after another Muir (but no rush) IC: Quoribay [Obsidian Outpost] It was as simple as that. Fill a room with a handful of characters who can be enticed to risk their freedom for the chance of a pile of widgets, give them a plump target for said proclivities, and you'll create unity faster than a Turaga's adages. I'm still satisfied by the turnout - it became the biggest crew I had ever worked with. Even if some were... less unified than others, everyone had their part to play. Each brought a set of skills that we would use to circumvent the layers of security on the Iron Mahi. Each brought a set of weaknesses that I could leverage to keep them in line. It was a delicate balance, putting that many scoundrels in one place. Much like magnets, you get too much of the same in one place, and it rips everything apart. I had to walk that line, play those odds, and ensure that the opposing forces balanced against each other enough to motivate and increase our effectiveness, without losing our cohesion. Look, what I'm trying to say is it's not as easy as it looks. There are risks. Some you have to accept. 'Specially in this line of work. But as I was saying - we had numbers on our side: Me, the fearless, dashingly handsome leader. Surdo, that mothe- ahem. Baszlin, the schizo Skak. Minnorak, the outsider. Skrol, the listener. Karmine, the not-so-reformed. and Dolbren, the old school bad###. Together, we were The Seven™. No, Quoribay's Seven. Good Company? The Insiders? Shadow Hapaka 2?!??! Look, I was too busy focusing on the plan to worry about the name. We spent many hours hashing out the details, who would go where and when, and what would happen in which order. We even had the time to make some contingency plans (Not that we would need them or anything). They say measure twice, cut once. We were about to make the cut of a lifetime, so we didn't cut (many) corners. When we were confident we'd accounted for all the possibilities, we gathered all the gear we would need and parted ways, travelling mostly separately so as not to raise any eyebrows. Everyone arrived in position at the right place and time, ready to play their role in our grand performance. OOC: Train heist crew to Po-Wahi. I'll set the scene in a post next week and then we can hit the ground running.
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  10. OoC: Sorry for the wait! Also yay! I can finally @ people now! IC: Gahril - Tahtorak Encampment @Smudge8 The impact was harsh, but the Shrill Blade's swift reaction had made the attack into a double edged-sword. Her sword connected, but on the ground and rolling as she was, it had little power behind it. It was her gauntlet that saved her. It hurt though, and she was lucky her shoulder hadn't completely dislocated. She kept the roll going and disentangled from her opponent with a second to spare to get to her feet before the masked bruiser brought on a fresh onslaught. It was wild, sloppy, but those two extra fists made it dangerous. On the plus side, the mask was inert, so she wasn't using it. She backpedaled, narrowly rolling away from the edge of the ring by memory. Her throat was throbbing, she had one more good scream left in her. She had to make it count. Jojax had her weapons to put Gashril on the back foot, but Gashril hadn't showed her real martial technique yet. Skidding back through the sand, she angled her sword downward in a ready stance. The moment before her opponent was upon her, she opened her jaw and- for just a moment- humored Jojax's showmanship. "SONIC RIPTIDE!" Her voice blasted into her foe painfully, vibrating her armor, then she launched into a practiced form for dealing with unarmed opponents. Right arm slash, left arm follow-up. The floating gauntlets met their mark, but she powered through, her thick gauntlet absorbing most of the shock of one. Then the final strike. Suddenly dipping down, she rolled back. Her clawed feet planted into Jojax, talons gripping onto her mask and torso. She rolled back, the wild slugger held in her grip, and slammed her down face-first... Outside the ring. She panted and gasped, tasting sand, resting on her face. Her foot has passed over the line. It was a draw. She coughed a Skak:Dii obscenity.
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  11. IC: Dehkaz [Ga-Koro Docks] The Captain watched Kale depart with his slightly green-tinged projection- the fact that Luten seemed capable of seasickness brought forth a hint of bewildered amusement at the continued novelties this island seemed to hold- before he moved off into the just barely contained bustle of the docks himself. A quick word with a few dock workers had the skiff moored to an empty spot in the ever crowded dockside, a feat in itself given just how many vessels were squeezed into the accommodations. Now, walking alongside the numerous foriegn vessels, Dehkaz was able to glean a bit more of their construction. Their basic design wasn't much different than Mata Nuian seacraft, convergent features common to most depending on what their original purpose; it seemed a fishing boat was a fishing boat regardless of its origin. Where they differed however, that was where his interest was focused. Chiefly among that was their peculiar construction, while they all incorporated wooden structural members and decking as far as he was able to observe; not unlike the common sailship seen across this island; where normally wooden planking would have wrapped around that to form a hull instead were slabs of a crystalline material. It certainly wasn't glass, not if these vessels had survived a journey as long as he suspected they did, but it also wasn't exactly the same material mined in Onu-Koro. The color was wrong, and the surface nearly opaque in a quality he'd never seen in a mineral before. There was also the fact that many of the larger vessels used a two, or even three hulled design the larger they got. Perhaps, he surmised, to deal with the far more rigi- Dehkaz's musings were cut short as a familiar voice called out from ahead of him on the docks, and the Captain turned his attention away from the crystal-built vessel and to the two approaching figures. One, of course given the gregarious nature of the greeting, was Skyra. The other Dehkaz did not recognize, at least not personally. Her armor, weathered from use, was of the same make as the reflective vessels around them, and bore a coloration relating to no Element or Koro that was known to him; though it certainly matched the descriptions he had heard and read of the foreigners. She was taller than the energetic Le-Toa she walked beside, enough to meet his own gaze dead on, and strongly built in a way that along with her worn armoring spoke to one that was no stranger to action. "Daring," He greeted as they met, giving the Toa of Air a nod and a slightly raised brow, before turning to address the being that she had obviously led to him. "Captain Khyrilik," He introduced himself to the foreigner. "Is there something I may assist you with…?" He added, letting the last syllable trail off to give the warrior an opening to likewise introduce herself. @Snelly @Lady Takanuva @Krayzikk @otter
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  12. IC: Muir (Wise Man’s Archive) "Much obliged." Muir smiled back at the Matoran, glad to be returning a little normalcy to his life. Vrill was a whirlwind; Muir had been much like Priicu when he was first swept up, a dedicated young man who was devoted to his job. The lawyer wondered if the librarian would likewise be changed by this encounter, and found that he hoped not. Life had been much simpler before Muir had learned of those who work in the shadow of the law. The return journey to the back room was quiet, Muir carrying as much of the books and archive material as he could; Priicu had been more than generous in accommodating him and Vrill, and he couldn't bare – quite literally – to place any further weight upon the Matoran's back. Procuring a seat and setting down the books and box, Muir set at once to studying the old knowledge with his new eyes. He remembered the plague well. He had been young, so young, only a child, still a Matoran. But even on a child, such events make their impression. In his mind, the plague-houses take on a nightmarish stature – boarded up windows, darkened doorways, the sound of buzzing flies, the smell of death. But for the fact that his parents forbade him to play Kolhii (it was unbecoming, apparently, and no example would dissuade them), his own home may well have numbered among them. To read the tale in Takua's own notes was enlightening – he became suspicious of the true nature of the Comets after noticing an inky black-green stain upon them. The stain of Makuta's infection. Muir placed a new note upon the corkboard in his mind's eye, unravelled and tied the connecting strings to Stannis' testimony. Dosed him with liquid green malice A shade of a Toa-hero, looking feverish and wasted from within … ichor black as tar … from wounds at his hip Let the stuff take its toll on Skorm and take root in the Toa's mind One of Ahkmou's evil pranks Had any Matoran's Kanohi actually become Infected during the epidemic? Not the blotches and the stains, but the rust and the pitted scars? Had the Infection of Kanohi ever spread like that, before or since? There was no report of Kraata in the Nui-Jaga nest in the Quarry, nor even an infected mask left amongst the Comets to spread its cancer. "Mata Nui. V- Syzygos, it's the Madness. Antidermis is the Madness." OOC: (apologies for the delay on this one, required a lot of thought and a bit of consultation with our kind GM) @BULiK @ARROW404
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  13. IC: Baszlin - Obsidian Outpost, Minnorak’s Face The Vortixx’ query went unanswered, Baszlin electing to ignore it as he searched Minnorak’s features for precious, precious recognition. It didn’t take long to find it. A short silence followed as the Skakdi withdrew to a more comfortable distance. Still, his eyes remained fixed on the Vortixx, jaw clenched and artificial hand unconsciously edging closer to the grip of the bayonet on his belt. “This one,” he said slowly, chewing each word as it was a tough strip of meat, “has tried to kill me before.”
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  14. IC: Water. No, to be fair, the ocean specifically. It wasn’t that he feared it. Krayn had spent long enough in Ga-Wahi to be able to swim just fine even if he hadn’t known when he arrived. But he did have a certain wary respect for it after a piratical Toa held his head underwater long enough that things were a little fuzzy. That sort of desperation, the feeling of being able to take in only water without being able to stop yourself from trying, had been wholly unique in his life and he hadn't liked it. He took steps after that, during his time in the village, to make sure it never happened again. But that wasn't the thought foremost on his mind. No, foremost on his mind was the veritable fleet of crystalline ships that had arrived on Ga-Koro's shores. That was... Troubling. He took the spyglass away from his eye and pocketed it, listening to the chatter of planning and orders. And, of course, watching his old boss take off ahead. It was shaping up to be one of those afternoons. "I'll go on ahead." Krayn commented to the ship's captain, reminding himself not to add 'sir' at the end. It wasn't an easy habit to break, but he'd learn. He tightened the strap around his chest, securing the long package on his back tightly to him, and strapped to his wrist one of his new accessories. He checked the fit and the clasps while he added; "The Dasaka are supposed to be kind of prickly, and I don't think Skyra really wants to find a new body. Again." His launcher, he knew, wouldn't quite reach the same mast that Skyra's had. Her jump had brought her closer and he had no intention of trying to match her acrobatics, even if both his arms had been in working order. He could handle that, though; water was a problem he'd already worked to solve. He planted his right hand on the railing and vaulted, dropping towards the water below, and his boots met its surface; but the water did not break. Concentric circles rippled rapidly outwards but for only a moment before he pushed off again, the water giving but not breaking beneath his foot, and he repeated the process moving ahead in first one then two then three bounds before the hook on his wrist shot out and pulled him up and away. His way might not have been quite so flashy but it got him there almost as quickly; his boots met the same deck as Skyra only a few moments after she did. "Might be best not to go on ahead by yourself." He said simply, letting the hook reel itself in and unbuckling the device from his wrist. "Don't know how they might respond to some things." @sunflower@Snelly IC: "That's them." Sinshi confirmed, nodding her head to her cousin. "I haven't fought them personally, but Whitehot explained the nature of Makuta's creatures after a near miss with a Parakuka." A thought, long processing, finally registered. "... Sato, did you see..." @otter
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  15. Kale Ironshaper - Ga-koro - Fowadi IC: "Aye aye captain." The words were accompanied by a sharp salute. The silver Toa's mind was already feeling out the logistics of the plan. They'd be using all of the skiffs on this to be sure. Most of the crew would need to stay onboard as well. Normally he'd take take this chance to give them some well-earned shore-leave. There wasn't any sign of a struggle in the koro but until he knew more about the situation he didn't want to risk any situations popping up that might entangle them in something extensive. A green figure flashed off overhead in a preternaturally long leap and his eyes flicked up to follow it. One eyebrow lifted in impressed annoyance. He hadn't known she could jump that far. It was an impressive feat even with her element aiding her in the effort. It would bear remembering the next time he needed to say...shoot someone out of a cannon. After that it was back to figuring just what Dehkaz's orders would entail. They needed to figure out just how much the other team would need to acquire, which team got which skiff. The sort of details that a first mate was usually supposed to be in charge of. Even after a few months it was honestly a bit of a relief that such small details were all he had to worry about for the most part. Thankfully everyone one the crew was experienced enough at this point that such things went smoothly. Soon enough the clattering sound of the anchor chain rang out, accompanied by the splashing sound of the anchor itself sinking into the water to catch against some undersea rock
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  16. I was trying to design some Bionicle-inspired robot characters, but this one ended up being particularly Bionicley. This guy is named Ludwig
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  17. IC: Dehkaz [Ga-Koro Docks] "Well met, Menti Karoru," Dehkaz replied, while he was in the dark as to the customs and traditions of the foreigners, he picked up on the title to which the warrior referred to herself by. To that end, she had given him much about herself to consider. The fact that she was without others despite having traveled here with the rest of her people was interesting, though it didn't appear as though the larger implications of that were inherently dangerous. The motion of her hands, nearly imperceptible, caught his eye for a moment. "We could always use extra hands on deck," He glanced over to Skyra, the Le-Toa obviously particularly interested. He paused for a moment, his attention returning to Karoru as the spark of an idea gleamed behind his violet eyes, "It seems you've already met Skyra here, she'll show you around the ship and answer any questions you have. If she feels like you'd be a good fit then perhaps we can help you find what you're looking for out at sea." @Lady Takanuva @Snelly @Krayzikk @Silvan Haven @otter
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  18. I think you are definitely right (the dense politics in Kentoku have always been intimidating for me too) but I will encourage you and everyone else to not be afraid to contradict lore and worldbuild --as long as you've read the (admittedly long but well written) intro posts of either topic, that's all you reasonably need to be expected to know to hop in and start rping, and any other discrepancies can be worked out as you play. It's better to get involved and make mistakes than not do something you want to for fear of stepping on someone's toes!
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  19. IC: Sohmak - Spineless Bay, Tahtorak Encampment And there it was; the blind desperation of a novice. Sohmak shook his head, shaking loose the errant thought that had been his budding respect for the wrestler. The Shrill Blade had her on the ropes-- --oh COME ON. Sohmak's feeling on draws were complicated. On the one hand, any two combatants that can fight each other to a standstill after such a prolonged bout must be fierce opponents indeed. On the other, a draw's... kind of a boring outcome? Maybe it's more about the journey than the destination or whatever he overheard some geek say. Sohmak groaned in dissatisfaction all the same. Then again, the Slugger mused, that was most definitely Gashril's fight to lose. Sheer bad luck her foot landed outside the ring. Still, it was over. Sohmak's muscles relaxed, tense as though he'd been in the ring himself. Seeing proper Sarke for the first time in a long time made him all jittery. He'd almost forgotten about the Sluggers until the clank of the crush-jaws closing, his fists clenched around their triggers, reminded him with a sour sneer. Surely one of these goons could free him of the blasted things. OOC: @Snelly @Nato G @Sparticus147 @Smudge8 @ARROW404 Also I do not share Sohmak's views on draws, it was a great fight! 😁
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  20. IC: Jolek Highwind His companions had scattered, leaves riding their own distant winds, after a sharing of brief farewells. Hakari's trio off to the north, towards the distant greenery of the city upon the Ocean and her rediscovered past beyond. The Le-Toa and Zelvin to Ta-Koro, a sizzling metropolis of possibility for people like them, just as much as it was a cage. They had places to be, people to see, things to do. The group had come about spontaneously and, with the end of the moment that had birthed it, dissolved until it had pared down to one. Upon the unmarked, obscure stretch of road, the young Fa-Toa stood, motion having left all but his eyes as they panned left, then right, then towards the ash that hung above him. Almost at once, he was alone again. Before he'd even realized it, they'd left him behind— the noise had left. The color had left. All that remained was gray against gray. Only one against only everything. ... His eyes closed, the lids sliding over the two points of gold he could offer in their wake. He breathed in deep, letting the bitter smell of ash and metal in, long past the point of becoming familiar with Ta-Koro's stuffy, acrid air. What a boring view. And a puff of the same left his nostrils, his Pakari settled back into the dull frown he could feel hanging off his face. Back to the same, then? Was that it for the day? It couldn't be, something felt missing— something that even so felt routine as all he had done before that burst of excitement. He put his mind to work on it, brow only just beginning to narrow before his legs already began to move, pivoting on the heel and marching back into the shrubbery. His stomach was empty— he'd been planning to follow up on his last night's traps before the offer to assist in felon retrieval. He'd already been a little peckish before the green fella who controlled gales showed up and drawn the Ash Lads to them. Man. Had he been so absorbed? Long time since he'd had the luxury of something to get the blood pumping, sure, but to forget his own basic urges until only now when just about every patrol beat had him craving fried plantains within an hour was... His frown deepened as he shouldered past the same brush he'd lead the gang out of. "Something to that." He muttered the words to nobody, even as he encountered the first of the three snares. Empty. Empty stomach, empty snare... Empty Soul. He began to disassemble the noose, pulling cord away from straining branch with scarce little thought. Another thing that had no need for it, no reliance on the guiding hand of the conscious mantra of steps. The muscles knew better than words could, than mind could. He barely even needed his eyes— and sure enough, felt himself to begin looking at nothing. The soul. The seat of life, of identity, of Being. As it was once explained to him, the soul was the spark in the heartlight, that "You" within you. He knew it was something he must have had— to be born was to have one. If you had a mind and could speak it, you too must have a soul. When his mind wasn't occupied by his hands, what did it ever do? He stood, shuffling over towards the next as his gaze slid across the ashen ground, barely catching upon the differing sticks that peeked out from below the monochrome surface. To answer that question would be to speak another into the dead air. What was there to think about? All he had been doing was living— but even Angelus would probably just call it "surviving". Do his guard work. Return home. Eat. Do the same types of training he'd known for years now, sleep... And all the same the next day, the next week, and the next month. It was almost like the grid he walked every day, or the ash he was trudging atop now. Seeing it made you feel like not thinking. Letting each moment, same as the last, slip by until one rough, strange, and binding caught hold— and that hadn't happened till now. Once in the time since he was squaring off with those Skakdi in the alleyway near the bombed-out Inn. The second snare had been snapped halfway up its length. Had he caught something and it freed itself while he was waiting? Judging from the fraying on the cord... no. more like something bigger, and more daring, had snatched the opportunity before him. He'd felt this mood before, the way his blood seemed to recoil at his thoughts. It wasn't all that long ago. Rebellion. When he'd put away his father's pride and joy, an weapon that had seen untold death and untold life in even measure, off to the side. The blade he wasn't enough to wield. He hadn't the right to it. He'd realized it then as well. No. He'd realized it ages ago, and even just today. But that was when he'd had the will to contemplate it. Confront it. It had pulled a decision out of him. A change. The smallness of his story. The hollowness of his soul. They were connected. They had to be. A soul was something that wanted. A story was how it got. That he blended into the this dull gray haze was only appropriate, given those— Motion pulled him away from his yammering, back into the world, as he finally ambled to the last snare, lava rat swaying gently in the line. For it to be still on a pendulum arc rather than having settled... this guy was fresh. All too fresh. Pressing a finger to its limp body revealed the last traces of its warmth against the tips of his digits. Couldn't have been more than half an hour dead. Half an hour ago would mean... "No kidding..." The fight had scared it out of a burrow and into his trap. Forget the widgets he was technically owed— if anything, Mama Clench had just earned him dinner. More than worth a scrape on the brow, let alone a little lost pocket change— seemed like it was the gift that kept on giving, even if the brawl itself ended in a flash. He hooked the line and catch to his belt, opposite the guardsman's sword on the hip. Funny how it worked— even inadvertently, he was doing better when he felt alive. When he was in a scrap, when he cared about it, when he was... A click he felt, but did not feel. When he was following a desire. He wanted to win. He wanted to help an old comrade. He wanted out of the same rote "waiting on something" drudgery that had consumed him. It wasn't much. To compare it to the desires he had just seen in Hakari's compulsion to find her home, his had paled in comparison— to say nothing of the all-consuming wishes that had driven Perkahn Highwind's tale. It wasn't so thought out, so feverish, so invigorating to hear or speak of. It was little more than a whim, speaking honestly. But even a whim was something a soul gave you. Even a whim could start a good story. Whatever Ta-Koro had in store for him, he couldn't say he was too confident in anything close to "more of the same". Living on instincts was what he'd done for ages. The promise he'd made was to get stronger— so speaking, to exceed that. He thought he'd do so through duty... but duty had become a greater shackle than he could have even come close to realizing. To kill off a choice was to kill off the why behind it. Doing things because "I must" is no different from eating. Everyone I met today was doing something they wanted to. Their actions were theirs. Their goals were theirs. I've just followed my nature beneath that duty. That's why I'm out here, and they're moving forward. A purpose to do something that I feel from my core... That might be what I need, then. Something my soul can chase. ... It was getting dim. The fiery reds of the Lake were beginning to cast their red glow upon the haze. Better get going. He started forward, eyes peering upward and squinting as they, for only a moment, caught a glimpse of blue peeking through the grey as a southerly wind shook the dead trees, smelling of salt, and more faintly, sand.
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  21. IC: The Sentinel irregular (would that be the way to put it, perhaps?) nodded, without any need to reinforce the point. He just gestured for Skyra to lead the way wherever she intended to go but his former Commander never got the chance. One of the very aliens she wished to speak with appeared before them and from there... From there things went downhill. Not through any fault of the alien's— this Karoru— but because Krayn had seen that look on Skyra's face before. And more ******ing heard that note in her voice. It wasn't impossible to mistake the sound for something else, not to most. But for his sins he was a Toa of Sonics and the sound, the exact nature of her inflection, was unmistakable. Immediately his mind was somewhere else, on a small piece of Ga-Koro territory off the coast of Le-Wahi making a decision that enough was enough. Maaata Nui preserve them. "My eyes, your eyes, all the eyes in the world won't stop her from hitting her brain off the inside of her head." He muttered to Praggos out of the corner of his mouth, too quietly to overhear, before he added a little louder; "I don't think anything bad can happen between you and Dehkaz, Skyra, why don't you escort Miss Karoru that way? Praggos can keep an eye on me and vice versa." IC: "I see." The Umbraline Menti bit her lip softly, trying not to show her mixed feelings. Just a little relief that some of her family, at least, had evacuated. Despite herself she felt a little uncomfortable about which members had for certain made it. Undoubtedly her mother had if her grandmother had, but... "Would it inconvenience you to help me look for them, Sato?" @otter@Snelly@Lady Takanuva
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  22. IC: Baszlin - Obsidian Outpost, Mess Hall Movement of his left hand halted, the metal digits resting lightly on the leather of the scabbard. No further epiphanies came to him - he could not remember the battle of which the Vortixx spoke, only the single detail that had caused him to react so. He remained staring at Minnorak unflinchingly while both he and Quoribay made their statements on the matter. Another beat played itself out, tension mounting amidst the awkward silence… and finally Baszlin broke the stare, shifting his gaze downward to study his artificial limb instead, raising the hand from where it had come to rest out of instinct moments earlier. Scrapes and scratches etched into the metallic surface caught the fiery gloam of the room, as he turned it over once, twice, then lowered it again, looking upon Minnorak once more. “I may need to speak to you later,” said Raaka Baszlin, his voice barely louder than a whisper, and his tone even. With that, he turned and sauntered back over to where he had stood before, giving Surdo a brief sidelong glance as he went.
    4 points
  23. IC: Quoribay [Obsidian Outpost, Mess Hall] I gracefully did not make Surdo pay for that slap on the back. "Oh, Surdo, you know - just the boring details." I began, glancing towards the heavily armed and armored Skakdi as he continued to steadily march towards Minnorak. “Hmmmmm.” "Now that everyone is here we can get to the fun part -," I continued as Baz and Minno sized each other up. "Can I help you?" Everyone was silent for a few moments, not even the two titans seeming to be sure of what their future accomplice was thinking. Then the next big wrench was thrown into the works. “This one... has tried to kill me before.” What were the odds a bunch of mercs would have been on the wrong side of a client at some point in the past century? "Ah, the hallmarks of true friendship," I said, playing it off. I had to undercut it by saying something stranger and less serious, not that I was sure Baz could even comprehend such comedic genius. The crew disintegrating was the last thing I needed. At the very least, this didn't add much complexity to my problem with Surdo and by extension Baz - if anything it strengthened the reasoning for Minny and I to watch each others' backs. "'Who among us', am I right?" I continued, tilting my head to Surdo in a shrug before turning to address Baszlin. "How does the Ga-Koronan saying go? 'Let he who has no impurity throw the first Madu'?" "This gonna be a problem? It looks to me by the fact that both of you are standing there that this situation's already resolved, and it isn't a problem." "Because if it is a problem then it becomes OUR problem," I said, splaying my arms out in a gesture to the assembled mass of mercenaries.
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  24. IC: Dehkaz [Naho Bay, Fowadi] The Toa of Magnetism nodded his assent, "Once we stock up you're free to go as you wish, I'm sure there will be other crew that will wish to disembark as well." With that, Dehkaz hauled himself up and over the side of the deck, landing squarely on the skiff which was in the process of being winched down to the waters below. Once the small vessel was fully lowered he unhitched the lines, holding a palm out to the side of iron hull to keep it from floating away as others boarded with a small application of his elemental power. A moment later, and they were off; carried by the slight breeze that had picked up. Weaving around the mass of crystalline and more conventional ships, they eventually reached the docks themselves, and it didn't take much time from there to find the three Toa that made it by their own means. "We'll split up, see what we can find out. Keep your ears open," the Captain advised, the general cacophony of the active port surrounding them. "We'll meet back at the ship by nightfall. Oh and Kale-" Dehkaz turned to address his first mate. "-See if you can't find some additional crew to hire on, we'll offer them the normal rate... and perhaps a bit more for useful skills. Here's as good a place as any, and I've a feeling now might be a good time."
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  25. IC (Ageru Tazera) [Bridge of the Chiisai Ryuu] Military composure be ****ed, Tazera would have rolled her eyes if it hadn't meant taking them off the two Toa. She settled for pursing her lips tight in frustration instead. Had she not made it clear that she was trying to arrest the thief, not kill him? Even in the face of his absolute refusal to abandon his attempted hijacking? Was the black-armoured Toa so gullible that he was falling prey to such obvious manipulation by this charlatan? Was the threat of execution such anathema to the locals that it had deafened him to everything else she'd said? Or was he deliberately misunderstanding her for reasons of his own, perhaps to justify throwing in his lot with this 'Rudra'? "I have no intention of executing him," she said, exercising heroic levels of restraint to keep her words slow and level, giving each its full weight. "My intention is to detain him and turn him over to the Ga-Koronan authorities. He will be tried by your people, and under your laws. Is this acceptable to you?" Perhaps she was giving the Toa too much credit, taking his words in good faith and assuming he would listen to reason. She hoped she wasn't. OOC: @oncertainty @Razgriz @Vezok's Friend No worries! It's been a busy time for most of us.
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  26. OOC: Syrik's a Big Guy IC: Kreigero [Echelon's Lair] The Ko-Matoran was surprised that the Toa wasn't lying about those supplies - perhaps she had misjudg- "Your Hapaka's gone." The huntress had become extremely aware that the Toa was looking to her - no, at her. The urge to shiver increased, but she fought it off with her spirit. She couldn't falter now. Must. stay. strong. Kreigero had tangled with Muaka many times in the past. She knew that apex predators guaranteed their success not just through their raw strength but by choosing their fights when they were certain it would be in their favor. It was known amongst those who roamed the drifts that if a Muaka chose you as its next meal, running away was not an option. Running was a last resort with no chance of success once you were any distance from civilization - the Muaka would always catch up, and the second you ran, you just became an easier, defenseless target. No, the only way to stop the Muaka was to puff your chest, wave your spear, and growl with the spirit of a Kane-Ra - show it that you would not go silently and it would pay dearly for encroaching upon you. Nonetheless, it occurred to Kreigero that she might have made a mistake - was sending Reyal away a show of force, or a sign of weakness? It all depended on how this unusual pair of hermits interpreted it. The more unpredictable of the two, in particular. Syrik had been nearly inscrutable until now and that worried Kreigero more than the frail Matoran who thought he was some kind of genius. "Yes," Kreigero confirmed, treating the Toa with some Ko-Koronan courtesy as she stared at him in a fruitless attempt to judge his reactions and predict his actions. Why does he look almost... pleased? IC: Quoribay [Obsidian Outpost, Mess Hall] I gave the next accomplice a nod. Karmine was another Ba-Toa I'd called out of the woodwork - I knew we'd need at least one or someone with a Pakari for moving the goods on this job, but I was particularly please at having both because that opened up so many options in our eventual plan. I knew nothing could prevent Karmine from being on the front lines on the next big fight - when he shifts into a his more rebellious personality I suspected he and Dolbren would become fast friends - and this bloodlust would be very useful since he was going to be taking some of the greater risks in the plan. In fact, he took quite well to it when I gave him the pitch because despite how dangerous it was (or perhaps because of it) his role was the thrillseeker's dream. But that's talking about the plan, I'll get to that later when I get to the part of the story where we actually go through with it and it all goes sideways, buuuuut that's a story for after another glass. Yes. You. Get me one. Don't worry you're not gonna miss the interesting part, you were already here when I told you about Surdo and Baz. Ah yeah, so where was I? The crew was really coming together. While some weren't able to make it (</3 Liacada) we still had more than enough on board to pull it off - barring any unexpected surprises popping up, but... we'll get to that.
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  27. OOC: Recommended listening: IC: Quoribay [Ko-Wahi, Obsidian Outpost, Mess Hall] So those guys I was talking about? Wasn't long before they started showing up. First was the signature tapping of an acquaintance who hadn't ever seen me before and never would - Skrol. Skrol was a solid pick for this this kind of caper because what he lacked in optics he made up for with crisply precise hearing that was my best shot - short of an Akaku - of finding what I needed once we got in the thick of it. Might be blind as an ice bat and as batty as Nuju was back in the day with all those annoying clicking noises he made, but if it worked, it worked. It helps to have someone on the crew who won't notice your optics rolling. At least, I think he can't. Anyway, he asked me what I had in mind and I was about to give him the rundown when our next puzzle piece walked through the front door with a smile. Dolbren was a prime example of the type of Toa that became commonplace after the First Toa fell but before Makuta bought the farm - easygoing guy with no qualms with kicking ### and looking for a paycheck. Independent contractor type, a real Xa-Koro type beat. In fact, I met him in the closest thing you could consider to Xa-Koro - Ko-Koro under Legacy control. Much like myself he was too savvy to believe the hype of those in charge and sign up to die for Echelon's pride, and we both managed to similarly bug out of town soon as the odds were against it. I'd been around Dol long enough to know he'd see this kind of risk as a challenge - nobody had ever done this before. Well, in this way, at least; there were a few false starts a ways back but they never went anywhere or went bad from the get-go. “You know, I’m glad I’m not late. I don’t know everyone here, and I’d rather make a good first impression. I’m Dolbren—” Ah, reminds me of the good old days, y'know? Not everyone used to be so uptight and 'introspective'. There was a time when we meant what we said and said what we meant, even though we didn't really understand what we were saying or meaning at the time. Not as many straight shooters today. I had that kind of attitude once, actually. You wouldn't believe the hijinks I got up to and how and why I did - but those are stories for another time - I'm nowhere near hammered enough to talk about those first few gigs of mine. That old school charm lifted my spirits - or maybe that was just what the Ba-Toa used his powers for. Oh yeah, as I was saying that he was saying: “—and I’m excited to work with you all. Though I fear you may have the advantage of me; you really weren’t very specific about this plan, Quoribay.” So introduced Dol to the rest of the crew "Dolbren, meet Skrol, our sound guy. Skrol, meet Dolbren. He lifts, among other things." In hindsight I maybe didn't need to point to Minnorak for the sake of introducing him to Skrol. "Minnorak here is our host at Obsidian Outpost who will help me seal the deal with our buyer afterwards, and provide muscle along the way." After racing through their introduction, I got the two of them up to speed rather quickly. "Still expecting a few more, but until they get here, I'll at least tell you the target: a self-propelled cart straight out of Nuparu's wackiest dreams. We steal it and drive away with any other tech goodies Po-Koro's shipping to Forsi." "Now, how do we do that? We'll go over that when the others arrive."
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  28. IC: Tera looked up from her desk, away from the map of the island she’d been considering. She was still waiting for the other rahkshi shaped--errr… well, she supposed neither they nor Makuta wore shoes, but the metaphor might still stand. Foot? That didn’t have quite the same ring, but perhaps there was something there. She reached up with her hand and gave an almost lazy gesture, the door Dehkaz had just knocked on clicking as the stone components of the latch slid to the side and it slightly opened. “Come in.” Dehkaz listened with half an ear, though intently enough to file it away for later discussion, to Skyra and Krayn. A growing sense of concern over the Le-Toa’s current condition permeated the air, broken as the door before them swung inward ever so slightly. Dehkaz pushed it open the rest of the way, giving a nod and casual salute in greeting to the Captain of the Po-Koro Guard. “Afternoon Tera, we’re gearing up to set off soon. The Fowadi’s practically shining. Few more things to iron out, and I believe Krayn has some questions as well.” “Captain Stonehaven,” The De-Toa greeted, pushing down a long ingrained instinct to salute. For the moment he was a civilian. The Captain had been fairly new to her post the last time he was in Po-Koro; a stint of detached duty to the Village of Stone, continuing in the same cooperation from before Makuta’s fall. It wasn’t work that crossed their paths very often, but he couldn’t have stayed as long as he did without seeing her in passing. This was their first proper meeting, though, and the first time he properly took stock of her. “Dehkaz was kind enough to let me piggyback his meeting with you.” In place of a salute he extended his hand to shake, with a friendly- albeit absent- smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you properly. Krayn Inzaka, formerly of the Gukko Force.” Tera stood, her light blue eyes looking over Krayn before extending a hand to shake his. “A pleasure, Mr. Inzaka. I know a little of your history, though tangentially…” The Po-Toa gestured around her office, walled with filing cabinets, the only exception a pair of cestus hung in a place of honor over the map of the Koro, one badly dented, the other stained with blood. “I’m still working through Captain Wortan’s records. Dehkaz said you had questions, what can I do for you?” Krayn opened his mouth to speak, and then paused. The matter was so simple on the face of it but with so many layers beneath, so many questions he had to find some way to ask. If he enlisted, who would he work for? Would they be willing to work with him? Is your work environment toxic? Salary? Sick days? By the way, is your new boss a fascist too? “That’s a surprisingly complex question. May I sit?” Tera gestured to the chairs across from her desk as a wordless assent to Krayn’s request, indicating one for Dehkaz too. She sat as they did. “Makuta is back.” The sentence rested for a moment without follow up or preamble and Krayn held his coffee mug from outside cupped in his left hand. “That probably isn’t a shock to you. I had my suspicions before I came back from Ko-Wahi, but Dehkaz and I ran into a friend that confirmed it.” Tera let out a breath and nodded, her expression becoming a dour frown. “I thought as much, or… Mmm. Did you fight in defense of any of the villages, Mr. Izanaka? When the Rahkshi attacked?” “Which time?” Krayn gave half an apologetic smile at even that dry a joke, and took a long sip from his mug. “Yes. I was in Ga-Koro during the final attack, on the deck of the Infernavika as a matter of fact, a few hundred yards from the Fowadi. Before then I was present during the assault of six upon Le-Wahi.” Tera’s head bowed, then she nodded. "Then you know what they’re like. Vicious. Overwhelming. There were few of us here, we’d lost a lot even before--well, I’m sure I don’t need to tell you." She took her own sip and her eyes flicked back up to meet his. “But we had moments where it seemed like we were winning. Pushing them back, getting a chance to breathe. And every time that happened, they’d come back stronger. Because above all, those creatures and their master are singularly relentless.” Her jaw shifted. “To an extent, it’s felt like these past years have just been another winning moment in a battle that’s still not over. But if he’s back, truly, well… I expect that fleeting second to end soon.” The other Toa nodded. There wasn’t a need to ask a question, or to relate his own memory of the fight. It was a point they both understood. He sipped his coffee, allowing the thought to settle, and then nodded again. “I think it already has. Captain, I retired from the Force for personal reasons. I won’t bore you with them. But I thought it was over. I could rest easy after a frankly grueling few years. But I went to Ko-Wahi because I couldn’t sit by.” He shrugged, the movement obviously hesitant and uncomfortable in one shoulder. “Without Dehkaz, here, I would have died there. I would have liked for that to be the epilogue, the genuine end to a war we’d won.” “Clearly it wasn’t. I can’t stand by now, either, and by myself I’m a little short-handed for this fight.” He took a longer breath, letting out out slowly. “The reasons I left the Force are still in play. If you have concerns about my competency I’m happy to alleviate them, but my resignation wasn’t of that sort. I’m here, frankly, because I need to work with someone. Po-Koro is the closest thing to a home I have now, but it also… hasn’t been perfect.” He met the Captain’s eyes without condemnation, but without apology either. “Dehkaz was kind enough to let me come along because I want to come to some kind of an arrangement to continue working with him, and the Sentinels. But I came because I needed to meet you, too. To see if you were someone I can trust.” The aforementioned Toa of Magnetism’s violet gaze flicked from Krayn to Tera. He sat, quiet as the two spoke, having nothing to include as of yet. His hands were steepled before him as he regarded the other two. For a brief moment his mind hit on just how unlikely their small gathering was; in a hundred other lives none of them would have been here at this table, let alone as acquaintances and allies. More and more it was becoming clear just how powerful a motivator the Darkness the island struggled against was. “No, it isn’t perfect. It hasn’t been perfect.” The Po-Toa’s eyes met Krayn’s steadily. “I think one of the many costs of our momentary victory over Makuta has been our naivete about our own nature when deprived of darkness to unite against, but perhaps that’s for the best.” She tapped her finger on her desk once. “As far as trust goes, know that I serve the Koro, for her people and the ideals of what she could be. I hope any actions of mine you’ve heard of have borne that out. Moreover, with darkness once again on our doorstep I believe the island working in concert is imperative. The Aggressors are a great symbol of that cooperation and something I’m glad we play host to.” A shrug. “Of course, it’s all well and good to say those things. You’ll have to judge if you can trust me for yourself.” Krayn’s mouth quirked with what might have been something like discomfort— or maybe distaste— at the mention of the old task force. Not directed at the Captain. To her he nodded slightly, almost unconsciously. There wasn’t any give to her tone but she hadn’t bristled at the point either; the Po-Toa didn’t pretend Po-Koro’s former attitude hadn’t happened. But she didn’t try to justify it, either, and she had her priorities straight. “You’re right. Words are easy. But you’ve said the right ones, Captain.” The Toa’s posture relaxed just a little. “Which I suppose brings us to whether or not you’re willing to make use of me, Captain.” “In a vacuum that would be a fairly difficult question to answer, but I suppose the Commander’s presence is fortuitous in that regard.” Her eyes flicked to the Toa of Magnetism sitting quietly next to Krayn. “What would your impression be of him, Dehkaz? You’ve saved his life, I figure you must know.” A slight smirk quirked her dark lips. A brow raised on the aftermost mentioned Toa’s Kanohi, and from behind it Dehkaz glanced from Krayn back to Tera. His hands separated from their position before him as he crossed his arms across his chest. “Scarce few people nowadays that I’d trust to have my back regardless of the situation at hand,” he addressed to the Captain of the Guard, his tone was characteristically pragmatic though still wholehearted sincere, backed by an ease to his normally rigid posture and intonation. “Krayn is among those, but more than that; there aren’t many of those who I’d trust to keep that same sort of dedication to the people of this island as a whole.” Dehkaz paused for a moment, as if considering something. “Give him access, information, support, and there isn’t an injustice he wouldn’t tackle,” The Toa of Magnetism looked to Krayn for a moment, before continuing to speak to the Po-Toa, “Great Spirit knows he’s gone up against the evils of this island without any before.” “Give him a lever and a pile of stones to stand on and he’ll move the island, huh?” Tera smiles faintly. “If Commander Dehkaz vouches for you sincerely I would be remiss in refusing your service. The only question is what role you’ll serve. What do you currently do aboard the Fowadi?" “Manage my old boss.” The quip slipped out, a stopgap against his surprise at the depths of Dehkaz’s ringing endorsement. And ringing was the word; every material in the world had a resonant frequency, the right sound that would make it shake, and he had a feeling that this was what it would feel like. He’d have to get the Commander back for that. “Aside from that, Captain, I haven’t served directly on it before. I was there when we picked it up to go after the ’Vika and I’ve spent a lot of time as a helpful passenger. But I’m not much of a sailor.” The De-Toa shrugged, then smiled as a thought crossed his mind. “If Dehkaz is up for it, perhaps he’d be willing to be my supervisor. A friend made the point that I don’t seem to do well in a rigid command structure. Having the Commander around to make sure I’m using my authority wisely would work out, I think.” “If you know how to swim and fight, I think that’s all that’s needed.” Tera smirked, her eyes drifting to Dehkaz. “That arrangement would be amenable to me. Commander, I assume you’re content with this as well?” “Absolutely,” Came the Commander’s reply, his face pretty clearly showing the positive appraisal for the arrangement which the De-Toa had come up with. It was a clever idea, the three of them knew how much efficiency was lost in the day to day grind of Guard activities. It was necessary, of course, as the island’s defensive forces grew in size so did the sheer logistical needs to coordinate them effectively. However, Krayn didn’t necessarily need command, nor underlings to carry out his orders. No, the both of them knew that he worked best without obstructions, and this was the best way to clear them. “Your cabin is as you left it on the Fowadi,” Dehkaz turned to address Krayn himself as he spoke, giving a small nod more to himself than the two other Toa in the office, “I’ll get the finer details sorted out while we’re underway.” Satisfied with the mental checklist that he had rearranged, Dehkaz rose from his seat. “Thank you for your time Tera,” he said, “We should be headed back to the ship now, wouldn’t surprise me if they’ve already managed to catch some pirates by the time we get back. I’ll send word when we reach Ga-Koro.” With pleasantries exchanged, the two Toa parted from the monolithic stone structure of Sentinel HQ, the sun still high in the sky as they stepped out into the dusty main road. From there, it didn’t take too much time to collect the rest of their band and make their way back to the Iron Mahi line to Ostia.
    4 points
  29. IC: Rudra, 小さい竜 (Chiisai Ryuu) Bridge ... ... Hey, what the karz happened in here? Yeesh, all the dust— you really didn't go and check on this idiot once in three months? Alright, alright. Fine. We'll get back on script, we're under contract for screentime and deadlines are comin' up. Stations, everyone! We got people waiting! And for Pete's sake, somebody hit the lights! CLICK! The Vo-Toa returned to the waking world, none the wiser of the infinite distance between moments that he'd spent beyond it. He stayed silent, eyes carefully darting between the three who'd hit the little Le-Koronan Standoff in the control room with him as Aeragot, true to his nature as a Real One Sent By The Spirit, valiantly stepped up to bat for his (future) boss even in the face of the cracking, hissing whip of energy at their fronts, and whatever the karz the second lady had waiting for them at her backs (he remembered her hand going to her hip for a minute there. If their weapons could become invisible, he was gonna complain the whole way up to the pearly gates when they were drawn and he didn't see it.) But, really, not to beleaguer the point, he was proud of the guy. Coming onto the ship and talking the Leff-tennant down from the warpath was no mean feat on its own, especially for the sake of some man he'd never met. It told Rudra plenty about his character— a smart, reasonable, logical guy with a good heart to match the good head on his shoulders. Doubtlessly worthy of praise. He took action. He was sharp, quick on the uptake. He knew his way around a conversation. All excellent skills that'd serve him well... With a hissing, then heaving sigh, the thief's hands lost their fulminated luster, palms opening as they rose. ...Outside of Rudra's plans. He fought to plaster a smile atop his grimace as he favored the Onu-Toa. "I get the picture, kid. I'll give." a weary voice reeded out, raggedly going with the flow. (Never minding the fact that they were more than likely close to the same age.) For the first time today, something'd actually hurt to do. In case things weren't clear— he definitely didn't have it out for his compatriot. More than anything, he wanted to mold the kid into the stud of a partner-in-crime he knew he could be, in another life... But as the man had made his defense, pitting a silver tongue against the acrid words of the Dasaka, things forced themselves into stark contrast as the conversation had turned, and his fatal flaw had exposed itself. While the hands rose, his shoulders sagged. Aeragot lacked vision. Faith. He couldn't begrudge him, not when he'd proven so valuable and so agreeable, but all the same, he was advocating for acquiescence. To turn tail and be walked like a dog down to the authorities, because the odds were safer there. He probably didn't see it that specific way, and probably wouldn't say it that way, but that was what his proposal had meant. He didn't believe it was possible. Not when the chips were down. Therefore, there wasn't any room on the boat for him in the plans Rudra'd drawn up. Whether you were navy, a pirate, or a thief on a caper, you needed underlings with both skills and a willingness to put their chips on your bet. One or the other was never gonna work out. You needed fellas who understood the plan— And Rudra's was to win. Far be it from him to sour a good relationship over something so pithy as that, though. It wasn't like he'd had any idea that Rudra had the Spirit on his side all day. "Favor for a favor. I like squaring my debts. Get outta here." He pinned Tazera with a steely glare, even as his hands inched higher in the universal gesture of surrender. "I said I give, but he gets to dip out now, hear me? You both heard the fella say he didn't want in— straight up shot my ****** down. No reason to arrest." You know... he could probably seal it. "Or's that justice of yours you keep yelling my head off about say a peaceful third party don't get the privilege? That one in the honor code?" Just get the man off the ship. I'll comply. Cuff me.
    3 points
  30. IC: Gashril - Tahtorak Encampment @Nato G@Snelly@Smudge8@Zeal@Sparticus147 The Shrill Blade coughed as she got to her feet. The peanut gallery behind her whooped and jeered, both proud and disappointed. She had technically won that, but officially hadn't. She wasn't particularly bothered though. She had gotten sloppy because Jojax had really put her on the ropes. All things considered, she wasn't the best match-up for her own powers. The next time the two squared off, it would likely go differently. In what way though, remained to be seen. She nodded in acknowledgment to the group's leader. "Sorry, my voice is just about shot," she rasped hoarsely. "We're good though. We needed employment anyway." Frowning, she beckoned Ythrok forward. She patted her wrist, nodded, then jabbed a finger toward tall, dark, and creepy in the back. The Skakdi of Lightning nodded and turned to Zanakra. "I'm Ythrok, Gashril's right-hand man," he explained. His posture was a little more rigid than hers- by Skak:Dii standards, of course- and his speech a little slower and more enunciated. "As she said, she strained her voice during the fight, so I'll be speaking on her behalf so it doesn't get worse. And also as she said, we're happy to join forces. She just wants to say two things first." He held up to fingers, "First, feel free to pick an opponent if you feel like giving your hammer a whirl." He lowered one of them. "Second, why is there a Nakihl with you?" he asked, eyes going to Ahuum. OoC: I won't narrate another fight- especially since the peanut gallery is basically meant to be NPCs to fill the background once we join you on Fort Razorfish, but do feel free to have fun on your own, or else have someone else take control of one of them. The Tahtorak team consists of:
    3 points
  31. 12 hours on flowers! The promised eternal imposters. Pattern made from tracing the real flower shape. Cut from two layers of cotton, prior fused with spray adhesive and ironed together. Assembled with Tex 70 upholstery thread, just a few stitches, one bead and leaving long strings. Growing….Overflowing Tacky glue, Mildly dilute. Thread tails taped to hangers to try. Tied some to a twine vine. And made a branch from a rejected electronic scalp massager (?…There are mysterious things in this house that I am not responsible for…) some leftover wing wire and paper tape. Cut 3/4” tan cotton strips, soaked them in diluted tacky glue and swirled to secure. Glued on the remaining yellow bells once firm. Finished the twine vine and branch blossoms off with a bit of acrylic base greenery. They’re weirdly plastic-like stiff. Throwback to when wet watercolor paper was the only thing I thought of growing flowers from. ♩ There's a house we can build Every room inside is filled With things from far away ♫ *got too flower flinging happy and why did I not move the jar ~2" to the left to cover the outlet.* In between the cheerful chaos of my bro flying home, buying a car, flying back to the cold climate he dubbed “So much suffering” for a couple days, returning here again by plane and yesterday cruising to the coast for the adventure of new employment, Twas time for our mom’s birthday enjoyment. Imagine living to be half a century! I used to want to be just a Jedi but now I hope to be a fraction as good as she..in addition to that. I owe her everything. For she’s kind enough to tolerate fittings, wears, and lets me cut her hair ( thanks to Free Salon Education on YT…..am I allowed to admit this now since it’s the post-Plague era? Still weird? ). Birthday + Mother’s Day makes. Chestnut knit cardigan made from a jersey sheet and finished with petite pleats. 10hrs. *should have ironed it but photographed in the “wad & hide it, she’s coming!” mode* Leather drawstring pants, 7hrs. Pinned on dress form because, little does the lifeless model know... she has absolutely no legs. Circular cut flounces and rolled edge hems. Aqua top -4.5Hrs. Navy one-4.5hrs plus probably x3 extra because it had to be redone. The fabric lacked stretch so the fit was funny. I pattern drafted off of a lycra reference garment, and, it being 3 am, in that thick state of painkiller proof exhaustion so lacking logic, I blindly cut out the thick textile and realized the tragedy too late. I cut out the side panels and live-human-fit Princess seam replacement panels on each side while apologizing profusely for the flop. Added two flounces on each shoulder, elastic waist gather at the back, and detailed with multicolor boho-style thread “quilting” lines along the edges and ruffles-to hide the alterations. Fits now (too big on this dress form), but cannot say I’m guiltless over what the poor garment has been though. French seams on all. ^ The low energy butterfly attempt. Unfortunately confusion proved contagious amongst the creations. “Cakes have such a terrible habit of turning out bad just when you especially want them to be good” - Anne Shirley I have an explanation for its aesthetic. Not a good one, but a long one. 🦋 The birthday and bro week: 1: We had no idea he would be back so soon, so I flew into frenzied cooking, confection and bread baking mode. 2:Our neighbor passed away, and a lightbulb moment of “I’ll bake 7 batches of cookies out of sheer ignorance of what else to do” flickered on. Then there was one other little thing, a drawing. Fast/rough 4x6, done in a two-day frenzy from a photo found via The Power of Googling Names to slip to them at one of the sad events. 3: I decided to make a double-batch/four layer/6.25” tall (when bald/without toppings) tuxedo chocolate cream cake since my bro was present…but without consideration of the 6.5” tall cake holder height. 4: Aforementioned cookies used a profuse amount of powdered sugar, so barely enough was left for the buttermint dough butterfly. 5: I figured out how to maneuver the wheelchair about the kitchen so I can take over the dishwashing and less grieve my mom! And any new unskilled work to crash between is craved for. Thankfully the stationary nature of cooking has steadily remained doable from a tall ordinary chair. A half-hour here, an hour there, If I rest, I writhe, to be busy is to thrive!..? 6: As result of 1-5, I got terribly, flare-ably tired. and thus, the cake decor did visually suffer. Sorry, Mom. Even though she didn’t mind 😭 Good gift packaging is an art foreign to me, but perhaps it’s never too late to fumble about with fluff and feathers. (Any tips are appreciated from those who do such things better!) I never know how much content to carve into a blog entry, so I suppose I’ll lock the newers in a Doc, for the next chime of the clock? PS: Here is some no context yard nature. BEHOLD [x6 speed] ... the clouds swirls are real but the colors are embellished. Okay, goodbye now!
    3 points
  32. To make it simple, Dasaka have a caste-based society, which is mostly analogous to their Mata Nui equivalents, but doesn't always line up. Matoran are Dashi, Toa are Dasaka, and Turaga are Datsue, but the castes are more expansive. Top of the heap are Menti, the warrior caste. Rulership positions, such as the Rora (empress) and Toroshu (clan leaders) are included in this, and all members are either Dasaka or rarely Datsue. Below them are Dashi, who are the laborers. They are almost always Dashi (matoran) proper. Ringti are crafters and scientists, generally Dashi but occasionally Dasaka, though I play a Datsue who still identifies as a Ringti. Bottom of the pile are the Saihoko, who are the Archipelago's sailors and merchants. Tough lot in life, lot of discrimination from other people in Kentoku. Datsue generally exist outside the caste system, usually being essentially retired. The biggest difference with Datsue from Turaga is that they retain their full abilities, but lose their mask power; no Noble masks. I'd read over the first few posts of Kentoku for more stuff, including their Virtues and the disciplines. Currently, Kentoku society has been upended, with a huge portion of their population fleeing to Mata Nui as refugees or being left behind and facing an existential crisis.
    3 points
  33. IC: T'harrak - Tahtorak Encampment The battle that T'harrak observed was very different to the one that everyone else watched. The crowd saw the expected spectacle of strength and savagery, revelled in the roars and rage, bellowed at the brawn and brutality of the display, and delighted in the devastation. T'harrak peered past it all to look within, her x-ray vision peeling away the layers and observing the deeper details of the two fighters. She saw how muscles shifted differently under the scars of old wounds, where skin split and bruises blossomed as new injuries were inflicted, and where bones bore the marks of healed fractures or breaks. She saw how weapons were weighted and balanced, how armour was layered and connected, and where the wear of past battles had buckled it. She was already passingly familiar with Jojax - her body bearing the batterings of innumerable battles, her levitating gauntlets hewn of dense metal, and her Kanohi with its grafted-on gadgetry - so she focused most of her attention during the bout on the new element, Gashril. Where Jojax was all bulk and muscle, Gashril was a little leaner, though it certainly hadn't put her at any disadvantage. (Just goes to show, strength isn't everything). The unusual device implanted in the De-Skakdi's throat was probably in some way responsible for the sonic attacks she'd unleashed during the battle, and there was something about that sword... T'harrak couldn't begin to speculate at its function, if any, since Gashril hadn't done anything unusual with it, but it definitely seemed more complex than most blades. At first glance, she seemed an ally well worth having, and one who perhaps still had a few surprises left in store. And after that performance in battle - rules be karzed, we all saw who won that - she was definitely not someone worth making an enemy of, especially given how close this camp was to the Fort. Hopefully- A grating metal clank off to the side briefly drew T'harrak's attention back to the other new De-Skakdi in their midst: Sohmak. She deactivated her x-ray vision just in time to catch a fleeting sneer on his face, probably directed at Jojax. Clearly whatever grudge or rivalry was between the two of them wasn't going to go away overnight. Speaking of which... T'harrak quickly made her way around the ring, not wanting to risk unintentionally insulting someone or invoking something by crossing through it (she'd never bothered learning the rules of Sarke) to stand by the fallen Jojax, extending a hand to help her comrade up. "You almost had her. Maybe next time, yeah?" She offered a smile towards Gashril as well. "Impressive work." Her actions and words were as much of a genuine offer of aid and support for the two combatants as they were a calculated display for everyone else present. Zanakra had clapped and laughed as if the whole display was for her entertainment, launching into her speech with scarcely a glance towards her fallen underling. She didn't offer even the pretence of concern. Her view of the world was as unwavering as her confidence: she was the warlord, and they were beneath her. T'harrak instead sought to subtly establish herself as the opposite: a comrade, an equal. Her reasons had nothing to do with undermining or usurping Zanakra. They were as selfish as they were simple: this was a warrior's world, and she needed friends to survive in it. @Smudge8 @ARROW404
    3 points
  34. IC: Zanakra - Tahtorak Encampment - Zanakra grinned as the fight seemingly came to a close. She clapped, slowly. "Well that was entertaining, and it's clear to me you can fight, and you fought one of my best to a draw no less." It was admittedly impressive, Gashril would make a perfect little minion. "So...will you be joining? Or do you need more...convincing?" As a warlord it was only right to have those under her fight for her, but if she needed to personally convince someone to join her ranks, she had no problem doing so. Her hammer was always itching to be put to use after all. OOC: @ARROW404 @Smudge8 @Nato G @Zeal @Sparticus147
    3 points
  35. OoC: Sorry I kept you waiting! IC: Saat The Ko-Matoran bowed respectfully at his company, and extended his hand, offering the carefully sealed envelope to the Toa. "A message for Toa Cyrix, from the Wise Man's Archive." @Goose@BULiK OoC: Priicu isn't actually in the room, he was in the storage room last you saw him. Also, The Legend of the Bionicle is a full book. I had kind of mentioned that, but I could have been more specific. So Vrill isn't done copying just yet. It contains mostly the story of the first Toa and a number of other important events leading up to the defeat of the Toa at the hands of Makuta and Heuani. You don't need to change any of what you did though, it does begin with the legend at the beginning of MoL. And it ends with "United in Duty, bound in Destiny, this is the way of the Bionicle". IC: Priicu The librarian decided to leave the two Toa in the back room, trusting them not to make a mess or things or run off without informing him- at least not without good reason to do so. He had to wait for Cyrix to arrive, so he did so at the front desk, where he usually was. Plus, without Saat around, he had some slack to pick up- not that he minded in the least. He tried to put all of this... business from his mind, but had trouble doing so. Who could? He wasn't one to take people for granted per se, but after all the evil that happened in Ko-Koro, how could he imagine that the current government could be corrupt? Who could take advantage of the evil of the brotherhood of Ak'rei'an to enrich themselves? Did the Toa know? If they were hand-picked by the establishment, they must. It stood to reason. He calmed himself by reminding himself that he had yet to see any proof of this. Aside from his business prospects, he had little reason to trust 'Syzygos'. Muir, he had to admit, he liked though. He didn't have any solid reasons to believe him, but he did give off a more honest air. Possibly because he was a lawyer... He really needed to stop thinking about this. One thing at a time. First, Cyrix had to come visit. Then, depending on what happened, he would either put the matter from his mind, or ask for more answers.
    3 points
  36. IC: Karoru, Ga-Koro Docks The Menti was distracted from her flustered internal musings and conversation with Skyra by the introduction of who appeared to be the ship's captain. This man was clearly military, from the parade rest he was standing at to the regimented design of his armor. His eyes, intense and focused on her, were a vivid vio- Something itched at the back of Karoru's mind when she saw his eyes, and for half a second she felt much smaller and weaker than she was now. A strange, hollow feeling of loss in the pit of her stomach, she shook herself and, to distract from this odd flash of recollection, snapped to attention herself. "Karoru," she completed the hanging sentence. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Captain. I was…" Should she be honest? How much honesty was expected of her here? Looking straight into the Captain's eyes anxiously, she said "I am a blade for hire. But… I…" Was run out of town with a blade at my throat. Cannot remember hardly anything about my own background. May have done something… unforgivable… to someone I loved dearly. Have such a bad memory I can't even tell if I did or not. …am seen as either imperialist scum or a disgraced murderer. Karoru's hands shook slightly at her forehead and side. "I… wanted to join your crew. I have nobody here, even among the other refugees. And… besides, I guess you could call it a… tradition of sorts… that when A Menti warrior like me has no idea what to do with her life, she spends some time at sea." Well, as introductions went it was not a BAD one. She gazed as steadily as she could back into Khyrilik's eyes, praying to Zuto Nui she wasn't told to shove off then and there. OOC: @Snelly @Krayzikk @sunflower@otter
    3 points
  37. hey everybody! I decided to visit bzp last night and was really happy to see a lot of familiar usernames. I joined here back when I was only 15 years old... I'm nearly 30 now, and looking at my post history on this account it looks like I haven't regularly posted here since bionicle gen 2 was coming out. I think the best part of checking around sites I used to frequent is seeing the familiar users getting into careers they enjoy, getting really into a new hobby, or otherwise just doing new things in life. So here's my question for everybody, whether you've been here a long time or not. What have you been up to since Bionicle ended? As for me, I became a game developer. Not my full time gig yet, I'm working as a cook full time now too. Back during my teenage bzpower days, I always thought I would be a visual artist or novelist, but nowadays I'm way more into game dev and producing music. I can't link my project since it's fairly M-rated, but I have one game on Steam! My goal right now is to make a lot of little arcade projects in my signature garish grossout style. Anyway, this is me procrastinating. I should be programming right now, lol. Let me know what you've been up to! See you all around! ❤️
    3 points
  38. IC: Lash – Naho Bay Lounging back on the rickety chair in front of her ramshackle beachfront hut, the midday sun bearing down on her, Lash felt cold. It wasn’t the sea breeze washing in over her. It wasn’t the tide tickling her toes. It wasn’t even because of her literal and metaphorical cold-blooded nature. In truth, she wasn’t entirely sure of the cause. It was an irrational dread in the air, a furtive foreboding, a claustrophobic sense of something unseen closing in around her. She’d been feeling this way for weeks, and each day felt worse than the last. She’d felt this way before, many times, when she’d relaxed her guard while on the run, or tried to settle down with enemies still breathing. She’d been standing still for too long, complacent in her imagined safety. Every morning she awoke expecting to find Minnorak or Kavala or Zaktan himself leering over her. She’d made so many enemies, left so many promises unkept and deals unfulfilled, and she dreaded the day that it would all catch up with her. Even her ever-present Rahkshi companion (currently watching over her from a few bio away) didn’t feel like the promise of safety it had once represented. Having Breathless around her always been a little unnerving, like keeping an especially dangerous pet, but there was something new in its eyes in recent weeks that she was sure hadn’t been there before. A cunning, a curiosity. The way it looked at her when she told it to do something was no longer vacant… it was attentive, almost anticipatory. Like it was actively studying her, instead of mindlessly obeying. That was nonsense, of course. Just her paranoia. It had to be. Breathless wasn’t a threat. At least, not directly. But word of the Vortixx and her “tame” Rahkshi had no doubt spread far and wide. It wouldn’t take much work for the Piraka to follow the rumours back to her location to call in the debt she owed them. Kavala even already knew where she was, and what he wanted from her was even worse. But now she had a way out. A real way out. Shuffling on to another Koro would never have been enough. Not with her history, and especially not with the company she kept. But during a trip into Ga-Koro for supplies yesterday, she’d caught wind of a rumour of a ship captain in Po-Wahi who knew the route to a new island, the rumoured homeland of the Skakdi and Lesterin. A place she could start over, far from the reach of her foes. A place where she and Breathless would fit right in. Today would be her last day in Ga-Wahi. Today would be her last day on this beach. And she wanted to make the most of it. So despite her unease, she forced herself to close her eyes, lean back in her seat, and let the calming sounds and comforting warmth of the beach wash over her.
    3 points
  39. IC Luten - Ga-Koro - Kale: Luten was looking much better now that she was on stable ground again. Her bout of seasickness hadn't been serious, but it was certainly unpleasant. Her form was still tinged with green and she sat on Kale's shoulder, happily taking in the sights and sounds of Ga-Koro. And the smells. Mostly of market and food stalls. Every so often she nudged Kale and asked about one food or another. @Silvan Haven
    3 points
  40. IC: Skyra Daring - Ga-koro - Sometimes, things just work out the way you want them to, it's a rare occurrence, but it happens. Today was one of those days, even as I talked with Krayn about our visitors from another island, one of them approached me and started talking to me. Not only that, but she was interested in joining the crew! I eyed Karoru up and down as she spoke, her crystal armor just wasn't something we really saw on Mata Nui, it was hard not to look at how sparkly it was. Karoru herself being easy on the eyes helped as well, as she seemed to pause in anticipation for my response I looked up at her to meet her eyes. "T-Tall..." Wait, that's not what I'm supposed to say! I quickly recomposed myself and cleared my throat. "Uh I mean...yes! Yes we're hiring! It's not my ship though, but I could definitely introduce you to the person who is." Ah s***, I didn't even tell her my name! "Skyra! I mean I'm Skyra Daring. Nice to meet you!" Well now she was going to think I was complete weirdo, great. And while I was indeed weirder than most, I liked to at least try to fool people into thinking I was normal long enough for them to become friends with me, then it was too late. @Lady Takanuva @Krayzikk @otter
    3 points
  41. IC (Syrik) [Echelon's Lair] The air was heavy with tension as Kreigero took the proffered bundle of medical supplies, the glacial cave quiet save for the faint drip and gurgle of meltwater. With the handover completed, Syrik smiled and returned the Matoran's nod, though that sharp glint never left his eyes. "Well, then." He stepped back to his previous spot near Aerus and the door, and turned back to the travellers once more. He looked slowly to each of them in turn, one last time. "Safe journey," he said. His tone was superficially sincere, but it carried the faintest undertones of both amusement and threat. "Be careful out there." OOC: @BULiK @Tarn @~Xemnas~ @Goose
    3 points
  42. IC: Vrill [Wise Man's Archive, The Backroom] Vrill spoke rather openly - at this point the agent didn't care too much that Priicu was still here. They hadn't said anything tying their antidermis tangent to Skorm or the Kalta, so all this did was bring further credibility that Vrill and Muir were on the right side of the law, investigating signs of Makuta's influence, not internal political maneuvering. "The Turaga's legends never struck me as particularly applicable to my life, especially not my line of work..." the black Cy-Toa began, eluding an explanation of just what his line of work was. Priicu was in the room, after all. He slid his book across the table to Fenn. "But..." He leaned over and tapped on the relevant stanza. "...And betrayed him, casting a spell over Mata Nui' 'Who fell into a deep slumber.' 'The Makuta was free to unleash his shadows,' 'And unleash them, he did.' "Stannis isn't the first man who wasn't forthcoming with details on antidermis - what didn't the Turaga tell us?" Vrill leaned back in his crystal chair, letting the thought linger in the air. "Remember early in the war? Before the Kra-Toa, before Rahkshi, Parakuka - before the First Toa? Forests charred, hives swarming, tunnels flooded with lava, infection spread amongst the Rahi and sometimes even Matoran. It was always about poisoning the land to keep us in our Koros, making us fight the island just to survive instead of bringing the battle to him." "What if antidermis is the key to how he did that? Makuta always fought with influence, not soldiers. That influence never left - when he was defeated, he must have left behind that weapon for his most devout followers, like giving some matches and a keg of Stralix powder to a child. Maybe they just don't know how to fully use it yet." "We certainly don't know how to fight it, yet." Well, aside from Stannis, apparently.
    3 points
  43. IC: Dolbren - Obsidian Outpost Dolbren leapt up from his seat, coming forward to stand in line with his fellow Ba-Toa. He breathed in quickly and gave a thin smile. He did find all this interesting; the threats, the conspicuous lack of macho posturing. He appreciated how serious everyone was about the whole thing. And yet, Quoribay and the newcomer, Surdo, were right. Better to get paid first. He gave Karmine a jocular nudge, "Careful pal, last time you were polite and good-natured everyone felt the need to build some tension. Gotta keep things at a nice median of simmeringly hostile civility." OOC: @Johnny Blocksville @Tarn @BULiK @Nato G @Perp @~Xemnas~
    3 points
  44. IC: Surdo - Ko-Wahi - Obsidian Outpost “Well,” Surdo said, responding to Baszlin with a more awkward glance of his own. He hadn’t been sure whether to say anything or let the standoff resolve itself, but Quoribay’s threat had seemingly managed to convince Baz not to do anything hasty. Or, maybe he had just decided it wasn’t worth it right now. “We can kill eachother after the job is done, yes?” he said, looking around the room. He then let out a weak laugh. “Joking. Obviously.” OOC: @Perp@BULiK@Johnny Blocksville@Nato G
    3 points
  45. IC: Ember - The Fowadi It wasn’t really all too surprising she’d slept better aboard the Fowadi than she had for months at home. Something about the rocking of the boat that triggered some old reflex in the backs of certain sailors’ minds - an age-old sensation of having been a swaddled babe in their mother’s cradling arms, rocking in the same manner until they were taken by deep, peaceful slumber. The gentle swaying of Ga-Koro’s lilypad homes, either by the shoreline gale or the dips and swells of waves, had a similar effect, but not identical. Ember - that specific part of her brain, entangled with the years of sea-borne voyaging - could tell the difference on an instinctual level. She’d arisen in the morning all the surer of her decision to remain aboard the Fowadi. Her role was still unsure - it gave her a combined sense of encouragement, unease, and pride to be one of the more experienced sailors aboard such a famous ship, if only for less than a full day, and still be unsure of her place. The senior crew seemed not to care much for rank, which struck Ember as peculiar for a military vessel. From her brief interactions with the crew, before and after their shakedown had begun, the Ta-Matoran surmised that they must’ve all been friends first, and comrades second. She could be wrong, but it at least made a bit more sense to her regimented, martial mind, so she permitted the interpretation to linger. She hadn’t seen Shaddix emerge from belowdecks since he had sauntered on board, so that helped to not shatter any illusions. She neglected to mention him during the pleasant conversation she’d had with Captain Dehkaz once he’d returned from his trip to Po-Koro. She found it at least a bit more comforting to converse with someone as passionate as herself about sailcraft, even if she did find it odd and amusing that he looked as likely to sink as his iron-draped vessel with all the shіt he had strapped to him. Even so, wearing only his longcoat and devoid of any other armored vestments and weapons framed him in such a different light, she surmised that it might have been an image thing - projecting the perception of Captain being emblematic of their ship. In that context, there was no question why Dehkaz dressed as he did. The provisions on board were also a pleasant surprise - not that she’d expected the Po-Koronans to actually eat rocks and rocks only (as was the butt of many a joke in the Marines, hardtack notwithstanding) but the variety and tactfulness of their stock was comforting. The stores of fruits - even chilled within iceboxes, to boot! - was a reassuring sight. Scurvy was not a joking matter, as her old skipper “Toothless” Raffya had so oft attested. A hearty plate of roast mahi, eggs, and a fairly sizable orange had consisted of the day’s first meal. Pretty swanky, given the mostly pescatarian diet of Ga-Koronan sailors, though she wasn’t sure whether or not the Sentinel crew would think to fish in the event their stores ran dry far from port. She’d make a point to ask. Ember was leant over the port gunwale, accompanied by several other crew members when Captain Dehkaz’s orders rang clear across the deck. They’d been staring at the motherlode of Dasakan craft occupying most of Ga-Koro’s extensive harbourfront. There’d only been the one when Ember had left home naught but a few days ago - she’d have remarked drily that they must’ve bred quickly overnight, but crystalline ships didn’t strike her as the type to reproduce through mitosis. The glittering submersible vessel - the one that also intrigued Ember the most, unsurprisingly - was still visible among them and appeared to be the center of attention, telling from the gathering crowd populating a great portion of the docks. Breaking away from the side of the ship, the Ta-Matoran whirled on her heel and straightened her back, snapping off a salute accompanied with an “Aye, Cap’n!” as she’d expect of herself, even if the senior crew might not - it felt appropriate either way. She had her orders. Forsi was not at all far; she was familiar enough with the place, having lived in and around Naho Bay for a while - not to mention she’d boarded the Iron Mahi there before heading out to Ostia. That wasn’t an issue. But, it was, at least for the moment, in the opposite direction of where her secondary objective lay. Her “quick trip to Ostia” to glimpse the “unsinkable ship” wasn’t going to be as brief as she first assumed. There were a few supplies of her own to acquire in Ga-Koro. Besides, she didn’t think the Captain would want to turn down a bottle of- Well, let’s not be too hasty, now. She closed the distance between herself and Dehkaz a few moments later. “Cap’n, a word?”
    3 points
  46. IC: Minnorak - Obsidian Outpost, Mess Hall Minnorak was generally a very stoic individual, but even he couldn't hold himself back from directing an "are-you-kidding-me?" glare at Quoribay when the blind Lesterin blundered into the building. He held his tongue, though, not wanting to make a poor first impression to a being that might yet surprise him. He knew first-hand how beings could adapt to adversity and ailment. He'd known Draygon both before and after he'd lost his eye, seen how the experience had changed him. In some ways, the loss had made him stronger. In other ways... not so much. But he'd always been loyal and reliable, right up until the end. Hopefully the same was true of this Skrol character. The next arrival was even more of a reminder of the dear friend Minnorak had buried on the mountainside than the first had been. A Ba-Elemental armed with a wry smile, a confident demeanour, and a big sword; Minnorak almost expected to hear the same strange accent when the Toa opened his mouth to introduce himself as Dolbren. "Greetings, both of you," Minnorak offered, once Quoribay had finished introducing everyone. "Take a seat, make yourselves at home. I imagine it's going to be a long evening."
    3 points
  47. IC: [Kohra - Po-Koro, Dustpool Inn] It took a few moments before Kohra could answer. She had kept pace well enough leading up to the station, but when faced with the crowd, her pace had slowed considerably. The chaos of voices and bodies all moving at random very much put the amnesiac on edge, to the point where even now, safely in a seat aboard the train, she was almost hugging herself and Datrox could see the glint of perspiration on her face. He noticed she kept glancing out the window every few seconds, with a distant, haunted look in her eyes. He had also noticed that the Vortixx, despite her earlier outburst, had not taken his head off when he had taken her by her hand again unexpectedly. In fact she hadn’t reacted to that at all this time. “No…I don’t think so.” she finally admitted, but then, sounding almost sheepish, she added: “But I…I think I know how it works.” She glanced out the window again. “Not as in ‘it goes station to station’. I mean…I saw the engine and I could tell you about each beam and panel and connecting pin it’s made from…and I don’t know how I know.” OOC: @Tarn
    3 points
  48. OOC: Taking advantage of the current moment to timeskip things forward for the 'Vika. IC (Lohkar) [The Infernavika, Ostia] Today would be a rare treat for the ship-watchers of Ostia. From the casual onlooker to the dedicated enthusiast, the departure of the Fowadi in all her refitted glory was a long-awaited spectacle for the denizens of the port town's dockyards. So imagine their surprise and delight when, scarcely an hour later, the more eagle-eyed among them identified a distant approaching vessel as the other contender for Mata Nui's most famous ship. Tall and sleek in the Lesterin style, triple-masted, carved from red Khacha wood, the Infernavika was an unmistakable sight even before she was close enough to make out her figurehead (the eponymous firebird) and nameplate. Racing across Leva Bay with all the speed for which she was renowned, she cut through the glittering water with the grace and power of a Takea. Her snow-white sails were furled one by one as she neared the port, gradually slowing her approach to a gentle glide, until her crew dropped anchor and leapt with ropes to secure her to the dock. Her main-mast flew a Ga-Koronan privateer flag, though it was evident from mutterings among some of the more lawfully-minded folk present that not everybody was convinced by the crew's heel-face turn of recent times. The gangplank was slid out and secured, and Captain Lohkar came striding across to equal parts cheers and jeers from those around, all of which were answered with the same roguish grin. "Good to see ya all too!" With the ship docked, Lohkar and his crew set to work. Some, coordinated by Gunner, began the process of scouting out, purchasing and loading the various goods that would be needed for their voyage. Others, glad of any excuse to frequent the port's bars and taverns, began a nonetheless equally important task: spreading rumours. A sign posted on a noticeboard here, an easily-overheard conversation there, a whisper and a widget slipped to the right person...word travels fast on an island where people wear the Kakama and Kualsi, and soon it would reach not just every corner of Ostia, but each of the six Koro and everywhere in-between. The word was that Captain Lohkar was back in town, and this time he had the motherload: he knew the location of the islands of Zakaz and Seprilli, home to the Skakdi and Lesterin peoples and full of opportunity for those bold enough to grasp it. The Infernavika would soon be setting sail to make the long and difficult voyage to those distant lands, and was offering passage aboard to any willing to pay. Not only this, the location itself was also for sale to any who wished to make the journey themselves. And lastly, Lohkar was once again recruiting. Ostensibly this was all legitimate enterprise and the Infernavika was nowadays toeing the legal line, but to the right ears, there would be an implication that the Infernavika's activities in Zakazian waters might be of a more piratical nature... *** Lohkar sat in the private back room of the Dancing Crab, generally accepted as Ostia's liveliest and seediest tavern, legs up and lazily crossed on the table in front of him. "And now," he murmured over a mug of the house rum, "we wait."
    3 points
  49. The last two are, respectively, the oni mask used by Ultra Violet in Ninjago, and Sweet Mayhem's helmet from The Lego Movie 2. There are a few more, with the most recent one being the Shadow Tahu mask. ...my suggestion is that we use the 90th anniversary one for this year.
    3 points
  50. OOC: Recommended listening: IC: Quoribay [Obsidian Outpost, Mess Hall] "I've acquired some manifests of Iron Mahi shipments," I began as I finished the handshake. Yes, I'll explain the big reveal when we get there, gimme a break - and get me another drink, this story isn't going to tell itself! "Po-Koro's been testing some new piece of advanced tech their lab boys in their research co-op have been cooking up for a while. It's in the final stages of development, and they've been keeping it under wraps - state secret and all." I leaned in with that little sparkle in my eye when something I'm about to say something really cool. "But I got in. Spliced their network grid," - yes, I know what those words mean. Shut. Up. - " and spied on 'em for a while, long enough to know what it is, and how important it'll be." "This gizmo, it's like a... cart that moves without needing an Ussal to pull it. Instead it uses electricity, but it doesn't have to run on rails like the Iron Mahi. It'll revolutionize transportation, militaries, shipping - massively increase the speed of inter-koro trade. We steal this prototype, any Koro or inventor - or inventor who runs a Koro - will want a peek to reverse engineer it. And Po-Koro can't explain it's stolen because nobody else knows it exists yet, and a public manhunt revealing it by saying they lost one would be awful PR for the big prize of their research initiatives." "Since it's so under wraps, the Iron Mahi has been shipping it from the tech centers to proving grounds outside the public eye. All we need to do is sneak aboard and drive it out of there and they'll be none the wiser. Nobody would expect a robbery on the Iron Mahi when it's in the middle of the desert with no means of escaping or transporting goods out of there, and that's what makes it perfect: we steal this and we have the escape vehicle to haul any other bonus goods we find along the way. We'll be cruising out of sight across the Motara within a five minute window before the sentinels are able to call in the cavalry."
    3 points
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