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IC: (Kyoshi) Kyoshi shrugged, "I'm fast. And these things are hard to prove, you know."

IC: (Kyoshi) "Indeed," she twirled her sword deftly.

IC: (Kyoshi) "HIGASHI!" called out the warrior at the top of her vocal capacity, unsheathing her crystalline blade, "WE SHALL AGAIN DUEL!"

Name: Carrion Proper Variation: Adaptation Level: 2 (Adaptive abilities made it impossible to capture the same way twice.) Gender: Agender Gear: Carrion Proper carries a simple metal bo staff and a chain. What Carrion does with these can sometimes get creative. Appearance: Though Carrion's armor is almost completely uniform, in color it diverts from the status quo in that it includes both the natural Rahkshi power colors (ebony and violet) and those of the Kraata (gold and red) and interestingly enough in something of a tie-dye mixture. Carrion's staff is carried across Carrion's back. The chain is wrapped around the bloody in a fashion not unlike a scarf. Personality: Like their power, Carrion's personality switches to deal with whatever comes their way. Bad day? Out come the claws. Need people to approve of them? Completely normal and trustworthy. Such is a regular personality, but with this one it's taken up to eleven. Additionally, they like to consider themself quite intelligent for a level II kraata. Very intelligent. Bio: Proper has had to change to fit their surroundings and auditions since birth. Some of this was spawned by their power of adaptation, some of it came from their earliest caretakers' tendency to let them handle things on their own, without any real assistance beyond what would keep them alive and moving. This toughened Carrion up enough to spark a remarkably quick formation of their powerful abilities. Sorry for the short profile- just getting the important information out there so I can get to playing.

OOC: Well, whoops. I guess we'll have to disregard that little bit for now. X) Essentially Sucogu is looking for corruption. IC: (Sucogu) The Toa's instincts kicked into overdrive as he read the Matoran's behavior and movements. Physically, there wasn't a whole lot to read outside of the fact that he literally had no fingers and wouldn't last for very long in combat. Lucky for him, Sucogu worked better alone and as such would not need his assistance in a fight. "You're too kind, Sal's are my favorite," Ishi thanked, eyeing the red mix of alcohol and pure death. "It certainly has a special kick to it," Sucogu agreed. Salamander's Revenge. A drink which had originated in Ta-Koro but which had found its way to the booze-mongering pubs of Onu. Some, after drinking it, said it made endless hours of mining more bearable. Others, after drinking it, were far too plastered to offer such an opinion. "Well, this poses a problem... any chance you got a straw?" Ishi asked, struggling to partake of the drink without fingers to do so with. "Fresh out," Sucogu said with a wistful shrug. He set out to get down to business then, nearly offering a handshake but deciding against it quickly. "I am Sucogu," to further introduce himself, he lifted his palm and conjured a miniature spark storm, "powerful Toa of lighting and excellent swordsman. As you can see, I also make use of a variety of other weapons when the situation calls for it. However, I've been running low on funds as of late and as such have sought out work. Unless you're planning on staying in Onu-Koro for awhile, you'll be traveling soon, and with your decisive lack of fingers you'll need a bit of assistance in doing so. That's where I can help." He took another sip of his drink. "How much are you willing to pay?"

Dayeth sounds rather overdramatic to me.

OOC: I'll take you up on that one, Kughii. IC: (Sucogu) "Two shots of Sal's for the Matoran and myself," called a voice from a few tables over. Ishi's eyes swept over to see a dark crimson in full armor and cloak, armed to the teeth with a variety of swords, knives, and explosives, and a repeating crossbow hanging from his belt. As the drinks were brought to his table, Sucogu beckoned him to take a seat and claim the shot he'd bought for him. The garb Sucogu was clad in made it clear that his intention was to be hired as a mercenary, though not that his true intentions were to investigate the 'Ahkmou's' actions and perhaps bring him to justice.

Can anyone bring me up to speed on Tyler's Po-Koro Dark Walk quest?

By now I imagine you all realize I tend to slip away often and for long periods of time, but is anyone open for interaction?

Many apologies for my hiatus- I got hit with a whirlwind of responsibilities and other such obligations and haven't been able to recover until now. If someone would be willing to PM or Skype me and help me catch up, I'd be very appreciative.

IC: (Jarko) Soon, the two came upon a dumpster towards the back of an alleyway some three blocks from the hospital. It seemed quite far to be an entrance, but it would get them there all the same. "Get in the dumpster," he said flatly.

IC: (Kane-Ra Riders) For Ira, it seemed, a miracle had occurred. As the riders retreated from the battlefield, Icha stooped down to lift his unconscious form onto the back of his Kane-Ra. The surviving thirteen riders stormed across the streets, the sound of bull hooves loud and furious. Icha led the pack, the same swirl of emotions filling his head as earlier. "To the barracks!" he commanded, the group heading into the heart of the military section of the city, leaving the defense of the city to its other defenders for the moment. As they reached the barracks, they all slid from the saddle, leading their steeds, who were nearly as bloody and bruise as they were, back to their stables. The barracks were quite defensible, carved into the ice of the Wahi itself, leaving them open only from one side. They were no fortress, but they would keep the group safe as they nursed their wounds and recovered. As his men rested, Icha dragged Ira over to a wall, propping him up, careful not to further injure his crossbow wounds, and binding him with ropes at the wrists and ankles. There was no way he could take his group back out to battle until more information was gleaned. Giving the captive a few slaps to the mask, he woke him up. "Wake up," he said gruffly, giving him a shake or two.

IC: (Jarko) "Alright, alright!" the Toa said, beginning down the alley, beckoning Lunefield to field.

IC: (Kane-Ra Riders) Failure. All that was left was rubble where once the gates had stood. Each combatant, Guard or Brethren, knew that the fight was over. The riders could no longer waste time defending the entrance to the city: now, they had to defend the city itself. With a single movement, the lieutenant froze Lutrez's head solid, rendering him immobile, but just as he did, Icha felt Jaaku's elemental grasp on his blade, and with a look that mixed horror, anger, and a hint of despair, slowly began lowering it. "He's wounded. His hamstrings are slashed, he likely won't be able to walk for a few weeks, assuming a full recovery. He's also likely concussed from massive head trauma and freezing like the rest of you. If I was a soldier of Ta-, or maybe Onu-Koro, I could continue this fight. But I am not... So I will say this once. Take him, and get the heIl out of here." With that, he activated his mask and sped off, jumping on top of one of his fallen comrade's steeds. "Fall back!" he shouted to the survivors. Immediately, the group of about fourteen turned tail and rode back into the city. OOC: I realize this is missing some things, but honestly, the battle is well over with. This is just to get the fight as a whole moving forward. Please portray any wounds your character took as realistically as possible.

Please do feel free to assist the wall defenders- the gates are practically rigged to blow already.

IC: (Jarko) "Oh yeah?" spat the goon, "and why should I trust you?"

OOC: Important parts bolded, if you just want to skim through. IC: (Kane-Ra Riders) It was beginning to become so cold in Ko-Koro, the Toa of ice were feeling chilled. Though for the most part, their powers were directed at their opponents, the sheer frost which they emitted was spilling over. Fortunately, as the environment was hospitable to temperature, it required less energy due to the need to retain rather than generate. As far as the Brotherhood, any normal being would have frozen solid by now. Perhaps the power of Ak'rei'an was actually at work here. None-the-less, things were finally looking good for the Sanctum Guard. One of their number, Ira, had gone down, it seemed, and was likely dead or near-dead. Their leader had sustained significant gashes to his legs and was fighting just to survive. Another member had been shot with a crossbow to the shoulder, where major arteries were located, and would likely be bleeding profusely. But the battle wasn't over- no, not even close. There was still a real chance that the Brotherhood could overtake them. Icha fought on. Larikon wasn't going anywhere with slashed hamstrings- the simple act of straightening or bending his legs would be unimaginably painful. The Sanctum Guard lieutenant hardly had to activate his mask to dodge the charging Torchbearer. With a sidestep, he avoided the Brotherhood leader completely, lunging away with no small degree of ease. He zipped back behind him again, this time choosing to go for a shot to render him unconscious. Coating his sword in a thick sheet of ice and, at the blinding speed his mask allowed, swung the makeshift club at the back of Larikon's head in an attempt to bludgeon him to unconsciousness. With a broken rib, the rider going toe-to-toe with Rakona would not be so untouchable in combat. The whip struck her like lightning, its blades tearing through her armor and straight into her flesh. Try as she might, she was simply in too much pain to hold on to the reigns. She fell from her steed hard, landing on her back with a thud in the ice, crossbow sliding out of her hands. She quickly realized that her time was soon coming to an end as her opponent rose above her. Fear crept in her very soul, spreading as quickly as the cold around her. She had not the resolve nor courage of many of her fellow officers, and it began to show now, as she backed up against her Kane-Ra bull and wrapped her arms around its leg, terrified of the cultist whose grace she was at the mercy of. As lifeblood drained from Rakona's shoulder at a rate that would alarm a sane mind, her opponent could scarcely accept her fate. Practically muted by fear, she stuttered out a single word: "P-please..." Meanwhile, the Toa who had formerly been focusing on Ira, satisfied with his kill, rode off to assist in the continued defense of the gates. He quickly spotted Weiss executing a rather foolish plan. The cultist had dug himself into the ice. With a wave of his hand, the Toa caused excessive snow and ice to pile on top of him, burying him immediately. Not only did this render him immobile, it also increased the degree to which frostbite was setting in, and how quickly. It was hard to pity poor Weiss, however- he had practically sealed his fate. Following this, the same rider turned around and charged straight for the blinded Goran, aiming to simply trample him under the hooves of the formidable Kane-Ra bull. This left thirteen Toa riding around, keeping the environment cold, one charging for Goran, one preparing for death at Rakona's hand, one facing Karemo, five dead, and Icha. One of the remaining thirteen separated from the group, heading to intercept Joskander before one of the cultists did. "You need to get out!" he said, shouting at the top of his lungs, "the city is under attack! Help us, or run as fast as you can."

Oh I get it! And then Flynn goes free from prison, right? And all is forgiven and he gets to roam free once again, testing the limits of plausibility and everyone's patience! I simply can't wait.

IC: (Sucogu) Sucogu sat in his den, sipping whiskey out the bottle and not worrying about tomorrow.

Many have been evacuated but surely there a few stragglers. >=)

IC: (Eiyu Rano) :Affirmative, captain.: she replied dutifully. Her Soulsword bident once again materialized in her hands, and she went to work stabbing a tentacle repeatedly with ever-increasing vigor.

OOC: I apologize for the misunderstandings in my last post- I'm running on very little sleep this week, on top of being busy. Again, my apologies. IC: (Kane-Ra Riders) "Only once I see you there." Lieutenant Icha once again became a blur, spinning away from the blade and lunging behind Larikon, slashing at the back of his knees in an attempt to cripple him in an obvious weakspot (after all, he would be unable to bend his knees with armor in this spot) before realizing he would have to find a way to weaken his armor. It was at this time that his talent for flash-freezing became useful. He dashed again, now coming diagonally from behind Larikon's back. He shot a blast of ice in the veritable blind spot and then kept running, looping around and coming from a similar angle and repeating the process. To preserve energy, he began drawing on the ice from under his feet: he was literally turning the environment on Larikon. Ice from everywhere around the Toa began swirling towards him like an avalanche. This had the positive side-effect of creating footholds for Icha to keep him from sliding. Larikon, however, had no positives to support him. In mere seconds, he would be buried under the ice, and after that, it was over. Meanwhile, two or three Toa had let up on the ice to continue shooting crossbow bolts at the Brotherhood- this included Thentyle, Goran, Weiss, and Rakona. At the rate they were firing, the cultists had very little chance of survival, especially when they were blinded by ice, whipped by frost, and actually freezing to a quick death at any moment. A crossbow bolt would take them out of the fight once and for all, which the Kane-Ra riders were quite ready for. The rest of the Toa poured even more elemental energy into freezing the remaining opponents, who were supernaturally surviving the highly-lethal conditions somehow and began conjuring ice constructs to trip the blinded Toa. As for Ira... Have you ever been in a very cold environment, then subjected to heat, and then been right back in those cold conditions? Quite frankly, it's shocking to the body, often disorienting even. That, coupled with the high brightness of fire that contrasted the darker, stormy Ko-Koroan landscape, left Ira off-balance and somewhat blind when a volley of crossbow bolts came flying at him. It seemed Ira luck had decreased even further, his chances of survival plummeting by the moment. The guard locked in combat with Karemo willed the ice shards to dissipate to mere snowflakes, hardly even biting at her skin when they hit. In turn, she constructed ice pillars to come shooting out of the ground at great speed to knock him out the air. This was not her entire plan, however: as he was dodging the pillars, he would likely have to focus on these. At the same time (not without great will and concentration) she managed to split her focus to cause a large sphere of hard ice to fly in his direction. Rakona's opponent, however, was not having as much luck. She raised her sword in her own defense, but it was ripped out of her grip, landing in the ice. Being her only melee weapon, she was forced to switch to her crossbow. She fired a headshot at the cultist at point-blank range even as her whip became untangled from the sword, leaving little to no defense

IC: (Jarko) The Toa crashed into the dirt, sliding a few inches before coming to a halt. Whipping his head back, the gang member stared daggers back at Lunefield. "What the heIl?" he spat, jumping to his feet and forming his ironclad hands into fists.

IC: (Eiyu Rano) Eiyu's bident Soulsword materialized in her hand, twirled between her nimble fingers as she eyed an the monster began attacking the Ryuu. Then she remembered: she she took orders now. Now was not the time to make a scene by acting on her own accord. :Captain Ayiwah, shall I man a launcher?:

IC: (Gang Member Whose Profile Was Eaten But Will Soon Be Rewritten) Jarko was on a run. That is all.