Trad

IC:(Trad)"Name's Trad. Nice to meet you, Voi." grinned Trad, extending his hand. "Say, do you need anyone to help you? I need a job."IC:(Eri)Eri landed on the docks. Trad's latest letter was sent from around here. She asked one passing Matoran where Trad could be found, only to find out that he was sparring with someone. She sighed and headed the way that the Matoran pointed to.

IC: Trad raised his eyebrows at this, but said nothing.

IC:Trad rolled and got back on his feet, thanking his lucky stars that he had at least paid attention to his teacher for once. He looked at the new being, Voi. "Can I have my shield back?" he asked Stronin.

IC: At the apex of his jump, Trad released his electricity bomb and clicked his fingers. It exploded and 100000 volts of electricity slammed into the being. "Suck on that."

IC:Using his staff as a pole vault, Trad suddenly jumped up and launched himself at the being, all the while preparing an 'electric bomb' that would be set off if an enemy got close to it.

IC: Trad's only reply to that was to throw his shield at the being, who was floating around and grinning.

IC:Trad moved with lightning speed, slashing with his sword staff. It moved like an extension of him, flowing like water. He slashed downwards towards the being's legs.

IC:"Not exactly, but I'm a good fighter." Trad said. "Want me to prove it?"

IC: "Tagging along," Trad shrugged. "I've nowhere else to go and nothing else to do."

IC;"Well? Ask your boss." replied Trad.

IC:Trad cursed himself inwardly. As usual, he wasn't paying attention to whatever he was saying or to the surroundings. He was busy thinking over what happened during the murder.He could remember laughing. Laughing that sent chills down his spine.He winced and went back to inspect the damage done to the hospital.

IC:Muttering something about stupidity, Trad went to see what could he do to help the others.

IC:Trad"It's something else entirely."Karzahni, the memories were coming on stronger than ever, on the sight of this scene."So, can I join you both?"

OOC: Are you still at the ruins? If not, I'll change my location.IC: "I can't this sort of thing happen again. It'll be on my conscience if I didn't resolve it."

IC:(Trad)"I'll join in. Is that okay?"

IC:When Trad reached the ruins of the hospital, it was chaos. The bodies of dead Matoran were littered everywhere. He gulped, shivers of cold running down his neck. He had the feeling that he was not alone.

IC: (Trad)"Seems to be an explosion from that area." Trad ran towards to the site. He stopped. "Come on! Someone could have got hurt!" He called to those two who were just standing there.

IC:(Trad)"Oh. Sorry. What's your name, by the way? And where you're headed?"

IC: (Trad)"Don't bluff your way out. She's standing next to you. And you were drunk, so I suppose you don't remember anything about the drinking match."

IC: (Trad)"You challenged me to a drinking match, which finally ended when your girlfriend slapped you, remember?"

IC: NPC Landlord and Trad."So, found any jobs?" was the first thing the landlord asked when Trad trudged in.A sigh was the only response."So, what now?" "I think I'll start traveling again...""I'll hold on a room for you so that when you pass by next time, you'll have someplace to stay.""Thank you" said Trad with a smile and headed to the docks to charter a ship.When he was there however, he saw..."THE TENTACLED DRUNK?! What's he doing there?"OOC: That's you Hubert.

IC: Trad heard someone shout something about "Ta-Koro Guard" and "No health insurance" to him, but couldn't make out what he or she was saying over the din. He sighed and decided to go back to the room and do meditation. Again.

IC:After leaving the Matoran with the Turaga, Trad headed to the Magma Lounge. He was running out of money and had informed his landlord that he may be behind on rent.The landlord was very understanding. He recommended that Trad should go to the Magma Lounge as there is a high chance that someone could be hiring and would pay well.As Trad walked into the bar, ordered a drink (low alcohol content as he did not want another scene) and sat down, he looked around."Anyone hiring people currently?" he shouted over the din.

IC:[Trad]Times like this, I wish I had a Hau, thought Trad as he tried to land a punch on Arthas. He got kneed in the gut instead and doubled over. Arthas lunged and was about to bring a hammer crashing onto Trad's back when Trad began slamming in headbutts, stunning Arthas.He quickly used the time to grab his weapon and gain some distance, trying to find a way out.But a Huna is more useful sometimes.., he thought, formulating a plan.Arthas growled and lunged, swinging his hammers at where Trad was. Suddenly, Trad disappeared and sounds of running could be heard heading to the portcullis. Arthas charged into the portcullis head-on and slammed into it. A charge of 1000 volts curled through his body and he screamed. The mask he was wearing fell off and disintegerated along with the portcullis, A new, cleaner mask took its place and Trad reappeared, shaken."I hope I haven't hurt you." Trad knelt down and gently removed the hammers from Arthas' grasp." Are you okay?""I'll live.""Okay. Now, Arthas who were you working for?""I don't know what you're talking about.""Listen. They'll kill you and I can help you. Try and remember.""I can't. I can't remember."Noticing Trad's look, Arthas quickly gabbled out an explanation. It seemed that his memory had been wiped and that he was forced into killing Trad's friends by that mask."I'll bring you to Turaga Vakama. Maybe he can do something.", Trad said.

IC: Trad whirled to face the apparition, staff ends crackling with raw electricity. The door, for some reason, had a portcullis over it and a barrier of dark energy was surrounding him and the Matoran, creating a makeshift arena." My name is Trad. Do you know where Arthas is?", asked Trad in a calm, smooth tone. The apparition cackled."Dead......" .His voice evoked thoughts of death, of despair, of blood split, of chaos, of deeds done in the name of the Makuta."Oh, I don't think so." said Trad, keeping his voice under control, although he wanted to scream. "You seem to be him, actually.""I killed him......Toa......with my own hands.......he tried to prise my hands away from his neck.......but he failed......and now......you will never know the truth.......of your friends murders........."Trad sensed that he wasn't telling the truth. More like that he was trying to manipulate Trad and the mask he was wearing seem to have corrupted him."I see. Well, let's drop the pretense, Arthas, and tell me, who are you working for?""I have told you.....I AM NOT ARTHAS!" roared the Matoran, and he lunged at Trad, bothe hammers swinging.Trad was taken completely by surprise and was thrown to the other edge of the arena. He lost his grip on his staff and it clattered to the floor.He flipped up and assumed a combat stance."Now we get to the best part." He paused, then grinned. "Come and have a go if you think you're hard enough."