Elemental Ussal

OOC: I have been told that my character, Felek, cannot exist. So I'm fixing the problem.IC: FelekBrought to a strange pool of a glowing silver liquid in a dark cave by the Ta-Matoran, Felek finally realized he had made a grave mistake. The Ta-Matoran, despite his seemingly normal mental state, was indeed a servant of the Makuta."Today," he said, "You will complete your destiny, Matoran... no, Makuta... of Iron."With that, the Matoran grabbed Felek by the arm and tried desperately to throw him into the pool of Emergized Protodermis. The two Matoran wrestled to drive each other away, until finally, Felek got an idea. In a quick motion, Felek switched his Ruru with the infected mask of the Ta-Matoran - and, before he was made into a servant of the Makuta, shoved the Ta-Matoran into the pool.The Matoran emerged transformed - transformed into a Toa of Fire. A Toa of Fire which then proceeded to capture the now infected Felek, and shattered the mask controlled by the Makuta.An ominous moan was heard, as a powerful shadow hand emerged from the broken mask, absorbing the body of the Matoran of Iron.The Toa of Fire narrowly escaped the same fate. After grabbing Felek's Noble Pakari, the toa ran for Ko-Koro.OOC: This toa will be my next character.

I.C. Zenex Magna

The vortixx seemed to be glad for his freedom. His former boss had freed him after he had "borrowed" an expensive energy crystal from his lab. Zenex took a breath of the frosted air. He enjoyed the frozen air. It reminded him of the texture of his own soul.

On his travels, he observed the peculiar transformation of a matoran into a toa of fire. and the death of Felek. It was kind of funny. The big shadow hand eating the little matoran and all. The scrooged mind of Zenex incouraged him to meet the toa of fire.

"Hey, this is a strange place to see a toa of fire." He said to him in a teasing tone.

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I.C. Vompran (Ambages apartment.)

It was tricky to tell if he was lying or not. He looked nice... And truthful... But things aren't always what they appear. Vompran waited for more information before making any judgments.

I.C. Kranuka had a keen eye for Metalic objects. Spotting armor in a forest wasn't very hard for him. A crimson glint flashing from the Axeron as he darted behind another tree was a piece of cake to identify.

No ninja should ever wear bright red.

The trouble for Kranuka wasn't seeing him, but catching him. Matoran had shorter legs than toa, but even with the same height, Axeron would have still been faster. On top of that, the Fe-Matoran typically wore heavy armor.

I.C. Kotahk's glare into the ruined trees would have frightened a Muaka if one had been there. The toa of ice knew he was unable to even challenge Axeron due to his elemental advantage. But that didn't matter to him. He had... Teammates... Not his favorite way to win a battle, but they would help.

Any toa attacking a whole group of toa had their head messed up. Or they were in possession of superior power. The former was likelier than the latter, so Kotahk had won the battle before it had begun.

He knew footprints would be an irritating impediment to someone attempting to remain stealthy, so he blasted snow upon the vicinity of the floor of the battle field. It would soon melt into slush, but by then, he could add another layer.

He cringed as the elemental energies coursed into the hot air. It was much harder to make snow in this climate than he had surmised.

I.C. Vompran -Ambages' doorstep

He stood silently as the servant opened the door. He innocently peered behind him into the house. It was rather difficult to see.

Vompran knew the servant would be surprised at the sight of Matoro and his guard. He decided to keep a watch on the outside of the house to prevent any escapes should anything go wrong.

I.C. Kotahk heard a sharp whiz as the knife was thrown through the air. He wasn't able to do anything to help Fehron. Only hope. And fire an ice blast in the direction of where the knife was thrown. no good.

OOC: what challenger would that be?

I.C. Kotahk felt similar to Butra in hating the charred forest. He wanted to leave the arid climate ASAP. Kranuka, on the other hand was enjoying the new sights of a forest he had never before laid foot upon.

I.C. Vompran

"It would be very useful to have the Sanctum guard by our side. That would avoid any legal issues about investigating property." , He thought to himself. I would hate to see Matoro killed along with all the others. I'll keep a close care over him.

Ah. I wasn't around when that happened.

Macku probably. Other than that, idk.

I love white text.

lol. Ninja

I.C. Vompran seemed to be embarrassed about being in public in his current condition. He was missing an arm, and half of his leg in front of the leader of Ko-Koro. He turned sideways a bit, hiding his absence of an arm. Turmoil was going through his head, but he seemed to feel a little more peaceful after hearing Matoro's calm voice. Only a little.

OOC: I'm semi-active once again.

I.C. Kranuka, and Kotahk had seen Vakama's funeral along with Butra and whoever else had joined him. Neither of the toa had seen Vakama before, only knew of him, but still, it was a sad experience. Kranuka could only imagine the grief the local matoran must be feeling. Their moral would certainly suffer from this blow to their society.

I.C. Vompran, due to his lack of an arm, and having a peg-leg, was not able to ride a Kane-Ra like the others could. He had a heck of a time running, trying to keep up, but he was still good at one-armed leaf-running, for as long as there were trees. Vompran tiresomely caught up with the others, gasping between words.

"Kethrye, are we planning to split up, or do this all together?"

I.C. Vompran narrowly dodged the horns of a kane-ra. This combat was a first for him. He had defeated many rahi before, but never anything exactly like this.

I.C. Kotahk and Kranuka (Ta-koro restaurant)(talking to Butra)

"The place sounds ideal from your description. You can tell us where it is later, unless anyone has a better suggestion." The waiter asked them what they wanted, nearly interrupting Kotahk. He and Kranuka ordered.

IC: Butra

 

"I agree, a name that suits both Matoran and Toa is most certainly in order"

 

"As for a headquarters... I know a place we can use"

I.C. Kranuka

"What did you have in mind?"

 

 

IC: Taka

 

Taka rode the elevator up, survaying the damage to the village as he went.

Definitaly Fire.

As Taka got out, he tried to remember what the shop was called

Natan & Mantan? Or something like that.

OOC: There still open, right?

 

IC: Nanashi

I walked over to one of the ILF members. I think his name was Vompta or something

"Hey. Any idea what we do now?"

OOC: Thats Vompran

I.C. Vompran (Lake pala,(talking to Nanashi))

Vompran looked around at the wreckage. "The best thing to do would probably be to rebuild until something else attacks us. After we build up enough strength, we'll launch an attack on one of Makuta's groups. That could obviously take a while, though."

 

IC: Nanashi

"So why are we standing around? Lets get started!"

I.C. Vompran

"Certainly. I won't be able to help too much due to the fact that I lost an arm and half of my leg not too long ago, but I'll do what I can." Vompran proceeded to help rebuild the village by creating trees, reshaping them into the frame of a hut, and converted them into wood once they were set. He continued this procedure throughout the brunt of the day.

[iC] He had found his sword. But, Petorgas was about to resume his travels. He said to ILF members, "If you need anything fixed, come see me. I'm departing in 3 days."

 

[OOC] Yeah, Petorgas travels about fixing things for people in different Koros.

Yeah... If you could fix my arm that would be great... Being an amputee is no fun. he thought to himself.

Outloud: "If you could fix my sythe, that would be great. It's a little worn down from previous battles."

IC: Taka

 

Taka rode the elevator up, survaying the damage to the village as he went.

Definitaly Fire.

As Taka got out, he tried to remember what the shop was called

Natan & Mantan? Or something like that.

OOC: There still open, right?

 

IC: Nanashi

I walked over to one of the ILF members. I think his name was Vompta or something

"Hey. Any idea what we do now?"

OOC: Thats Vompran

I.C. Vompran (Lake pala,(talking to Nanashi))

Vompran looked around at the wreckage. "The best thing to do would probably be to rebuild until something else attacks us. After we build up enough strength, we'll launch an attack on one of Makuta's groups. That could obviously take a while, though."

I.C. Kotahk and Kranuka

The group made their way to a Ta-Koro restaurant. Kotahk coughed uncomfortably every couple minutes. Kranuka picked out a seat, and waited for the waiter. "Assuming we make a Toa AND Matoran team, what should we call ourselves? It would also be cool to have a little headquarters established, like a place where we could keep different kinds of weapons and supplies."

I.C. Kotahk

"I have other commitments, but until then I will help you."

I.C. Kranuka looked at Feron. "Wanna join him? It's kind of what we have already been doing."

I.C. Kotahk began to choke on the hot air... The sooner we can leave this place, the better."

I.C. Kranuka chuckled. This Xacax guy has a weird sense of location.

I.C. Vompran (PALA-KORO RUINS)

Sisk had not heard him. That meant it was his place to remain at Pala-Koro and guard what was left of it. He took his position in a tree, and vigilantly watched.

OOC: I am a little confused. Is anyone attacking Pala-Koro right now?

I.C. Vompran

Many thoughts went through his head.#1- Is it possible to kill the great spirit?

#2- How did Makuta put him to sleep?

#3- If Xa-koro is destroyed, that means all of the evil formerly residing in Xa-koro has moved to Le-koro. Great. Right when the ILF is too weak to fight.

#4- Le-Koro under attack... I can't just sit here and do nothing...

Vompran flagged his arms trying to get the attention of SISK. "LET ME COME WITH YOU!"

This has to be one of my favorite MOC's I have seen so far. It truly is awesome from the ground up. I like the fitting together of pieces on the feet, belt, helmet, and torso.

The only thing that seems out of place is the knee guards. The angle they protrude from the shinguard looks strange to me. I also would have put some smooth plating on the stud group near the shoulders to give it a smoother look.

How long did it take you to come up with this? It looks great?

I.C. Kotahk if the Ve-toa failed, It would be a simple matter to freeze Raika. She had no chance of escape. Kotahk didn't expect the non-gullible gloves to be of much use.

I.C. Vompran's thorns bounced harmlessly off of Ledzel's stone wall. He left the quickly ended feud, and heard the following speech:

IC:

 

Aparangi cleared his throat, testing how much DJ had actually amplified his voice. After the cough echoed out nicely across the clearing, he nodded at the Toa of sonics, then spoke loud and clearly, so that those nearby could hear all the words. "Everbody, a moment of your attention, if you please!" he called out. "I know most of you do not know me. I know you all have pressing concerns of your own on your mind right now. But none of them matter right now."

 

"What matters is this that you were betrayed. Betrayed by some of the very people you swore to protect. At this very moment, these restless Matoran and others hiding in plain view and are moving and hatching their schemes. And while we wasted and continue to waste time by focusing on lesser matters, while in-fighting among those that should above all else demonstrate unity and vigilance continues, the ones that would see this Island destroyed or in the hands of their dark master are free to plan their next moves. And they are virtually unopposed. Unopposed by you, who took up that mantle of responsibility. And now an even bigger threat looms on the horizon."

 

Aparangi looked at Kethrye, then some of the others that were present. He knew his words were offensive to some degree, but there was also truth in them. And most importantly, if his words could offend, it meant they were at least paying attention. He paused for a second. Many looked at him with doubt. He could understand why. Here he was, a stranger to the majority of his audience, prophesizing a future evil.

 

"And how do you know this?" Kethrye asked.

 

Aparangi looked him in the eyes. "I know this," he said, still boosted by DJ so that everyone could hear him, "because I spoke to one of the men responsible. A Matoran. He was the one responsible for the destruction of the defensive wall and shield. I caught him as he tried to slip away in the confusion of battle, just before the headquarter of the village was destroyed. But he did not work alone. He claimed to have a personal agenda, but also that he shared the effort with like-minded peers. Others that helped to sabotage your village and that are in part responsible for all the deaths of the past days here."

 

He let the information sink in again for a few seconds. And then it was time for the punchline.

 

"And they are not done with their work yet. If they are not stopped, if we don't put and end to their schemes, within a year, this Island and it's culture will be gone...and the great spirit will be dead."

"Which Matoran?"