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  1. Just in time, I buy the studio and fire the owner by sending an assassination squad after him, a task made easier by owning all the security codes to the building, thus seizing the mask for myself. My mask.
  2. IC: Arabeth - Ihu-Koro Won't hurt to tag along. "I suppose we could look around then. The blizzard outside has not been kind."
  3. IC: Lunefeld Still cloaked, Lunefeld took the chance to move back to the cluster of buildings near the arena where the duel had taken place, where he and Sylus(where was he anyway?) had been observing the duel. The birds had by now changed their tactics, and now a small group were making much steeper dives, going almost straight down before launching their attacks and pulling up. I will gladly oblige their descent. While their attacks ripped through some of the cover in the open, throwing shrapnel in the air, Lunefeld worked his power again, and needed no subtle application of force this time. He sharply raised the gravity of several of the riders as they screeched down, hampering their re-ascent, causing some minor hits by surviving Legacy guards. Lunefeld noted that one of them was clearly killed on impact upon smashing into the hard ice at full speed, and watched as a second rider was slowed enough that pulling out of the dive was not enough to save the Gukko nor its rider, both riddled with crossbow bolts from several Legacy troops brave enough to peek out of ever-diminishing cover. As he manipulated the high-gravity nodes around to catch some of the shrapnel and toss them at the retreating riders, his mind focussed on the wider situation. What did they hope to achieve? They definitely did not have the numbers to inflict strategic damage. They're stalling for time. Preventing aid for the ongoing battle in the Warehouse, or some other plan yet to reveal itself.
  4. IC: Arabeth/Ihu-Koro The Toa of Lightning slowly came to, her head still swimming. As her vision cleared, she realised someone had brought her into the village and laid her unconscious body under shelter, amidst several quietly dozing drunks. Her body still ached from the strain of the battle she'd fled and the cold she'd endured in the journey, but for the first time in a while, she felt safe. That's as good as it's going to get... Lying there in a state of lethargy for what must have seemed like hours, the mercenary finally decided she'd recuperated enough to find proper food and shelter. Her limbs creaked as she slowly got up and began to survey the village. She was still near the entrance, and decided it was as good a place as any to ask for directions. In addition, the people of Ihu-Koro were likely to be safer to approach then, well, most other places. "Excuse me, would you know where I can find food and board?" IC: The Warden/Ko-Koro Warehouse As Agrona stepped out of the shadows, Greisk hung back, staying out of view of the Maru. He readied his weapons silently, attention trained on the newcomer. Cyrena, the Anxilia, had noticed the avenue of escape the hostages had undertaken, but she did not need to posit to Greisk as to whether they should notify their... colleagues. She already knew the answer was no. IC: Lunefeld/Near the Warehouse Lunefeld activated his Huna and retreated for cover once he saw the flight struggle and one of them taken down by a sniper, one of the Nightfall, if memory served. As he pressed up behind a wall, he scanned the battlefield, looking for another volley of projectiles, and not a moment too soon. A second group had dove on the sniper's position from a different angle, flanking the Skakdi. Anticipating their attack, Lunefeld reached out with his power again and manipulated the gravity fields around the path of the projectiles once they were loosed, irregularly changing the gravity along the approach path of the projectiles. He watched with satisfaction as most of the disks and explosives veered off-course, cockscrewed through the air or simply seemed to lose all momentum. A couple of spears landed several steps from the sniper, but he had done his job. He scanned for the next volley, Huna still activated.
  5. IC: The Mastermind/Ko-Koro Lunefeld was steps away from the Warehouse when he heard the cries of the Legacy guards. ""Incoming!" " He looked up, ad saw a flight of Gukko riders, too coordinated to be anything other than the Le-Koro Gukko Force, soaring across the sky. Then, from out of the corner of his eye, Lunefeld spotted, a second too slow, a hail of projectiles falling upon the Legacy army still out in the open. He immediately worked to twist the gravity fields of the volume around the projectiles to break apart their trajectory, but there were too many, and too fast. "Take cover!" He called out, his eyes tracking the Gukko Riders that had come close enough to launch their volley. He fixed his vision on the nearest flight of riders pulling out of their dive and focused his powers on those riders, increasing the pull of gravity around them. "Focus on them!" Lunefeld called out to the nearesy Legacy soldiers, some already chucking spears. OOC: That's Sisk's group unless theyre already too far away
  6. IC: Zekev I followed after the Matoran, looking around to make sure that, indeed, no one here recognised me. As I have a violent reaction to shutting up, I decided to continue the conversation as best I could. "Workplace, huh? What do you work as?"
  7. OOC: IC: Zekev Oh by the angel, I thought Matoran were made of sterner stuff. He was stuttering already! "Yeah, you, buddy. Know the way to the nearest-" I stopped then, noticing the Matoran's smell and appearance, carrying a sack of foul smelling stuff. Now, I'm not one to judge, given my past circumstances, but I decided it was better to be clearer in language. "-nearest tavern, inn, that kind of thing?" Yeah, I was sure that was feed of some kind he was carrying in that sack. IC: The Chaplain/Blackrock Fortress "'And the Archangel said unto him, "Banish fear from your heart, the dark tendrils of the Pretender "Banish doubt from your heart, seeds of betrayal of the False Builder "By the Archangel's glory, no harm may befall you.' As it is written in the Book of Life." Dryken stopped then, opening his eyes. The shrine to the Archangel, now refurbished after months of work, stared back at him. The elderly cardinal got up, pain flaring in his knees. The Fortress was so empty with most of the Knights out in Ko-Koro. And what happened to them? Doubt crept back into his mind. Larikon has led the majority of the Brotherhood out to attack the Village of Ice in alliance with the fools who still clung to the Dark Pretender. And that was months ago. The army had not returned. Did they fail? Were they intercepted? Did the Legacy betray them? These thoughts had become louder and louder in his mind as days, then weeks, then months passed. He had no way of knowing. In the meantime, he had taken to refurbishing the old icons of worship and architecture that had fallen into ruin after their centuries-long exile, with the help of the priests and thralls that had been left behind. These old bones could not be expected to aid much. "Cardinal." And of course, there was the Knight Constable. "Sir Thentyle. Finished the rounds already?" "Of course. I would never shirk my duty to the Brotherhood," the stocky Constable said. Dryken nodded. He was glad that most of the more violent and militant members had left on Larikon's expedition. Thentyle was much like Dryken in bearing and mannerisms, quiet, dutiful, and thoughtful. The Knight Constable was a receptive student of the faith, a rare sight in the new Brotherhood. The thought of Larikon soured the Cardinal's mood. There's calamity in that one's future, just like all the Grandmasters before him who put the sword before the book, I can see it. And we will have to share in his fate. "Cardinal? You appear busy." "Oh, no, no. I was simply reminiscing. Come, I wish to re-open one of the sealed vaults I remember from so long ago. I may require an armed escort."
  8. IC: The Thug(Zekev)/Just Outside Po-Koro I was . Royally . After all the nonsense we went through in Ko-Koro, this was how they repaid us?! Admittedly, we would have done the same. But it's still not fair! I had been stewing in my and vinegar for... angel, days now? Weeks? Feels like forever since the retreat column was broken up by that Rahkshi attack. More Makuta treachery, those motherless- I stopped then. I was honestly lost. I tried to recall the path we were supposed to take, the path I had tried to regain after the column was broken up and I... I became lost. Stones, I can't think in this heat! Well, there was nothing else but to trust in my gut. Blackrock Canyon couldn't have been too far... When I blinked the sweat out of my eyes, I saw, on the edge of vision, a mirage. No, not a mirage... "Po-Koro! I won't be dying today!" I raced toward the village, and the vision became clearer. It was not a mirage, but the City of Stone, in the, err, stone. I reached the gates, and the Guard surprisingly let me in. Don't get me wrong, I was relieved, but a little disappointed my record in Ga was probably isolated to the bottom of their case files. The town was bigger than I remembered, too big for my liking. Looking around, I spotted a Matoran in purple, probably an Earth Matoran, those nerds. "Hey fella. You know the nearest watering hole?" OOC: That's your character, Lipuret.
  9. time to to yeet this place back into business
  10. IC: The Dervish/Just Outside Ihu-Koro It was as if the mountain were aware of the events transpiring in Ko-Koro. As Arabeth trudged through the snow, away from the battle, nursing her wounds, the winds began to howl, snow and ice whipping across her tattered frame. She had been on the run for the better part of a day, and it was so frigid that wounds that would have hurt from the punishment of sleet and snow were numb to all sensation. All she knew was the rhythm of her steps and one thought in mind: Escape. She did not know how long the journey took, as her mind seemed to go blank in ever lengthening stretches, swallowed by the memories of the past few days. She had been a fool. Why didn't she listen to Ishi? And where was that spook? An image floated in her mind. A dilapidated shanty town, broken and twisted, full of the desperate and forlorn. Xa-Koro. A home that no longer existed. Then, like waking from a dream, the image dissolved into clear view as she opened her eyes. There was a dilapidated refugee town, but this was not Xa-Koro. Too much snow... Ihu-Koro. I'm safe. The blue and white Toa, shrouded in her tattered grey cloak, stumbled into the tent city around Ihu-Koro, falling unconscious onto the floor just steps away from the gate around Ihu-Koro proper. OOC: Open for interaction
  11. IC: Hassan Hassan chuckled softly as he followed her. "You're certainly right."
  12. IC: Hassan Hassan smiled a little. "I'm sure they can take some of your worry after all the love you've put into them."
  13. IC: Floor Floor sighed. The other Rahk was clearly impatient. Curse our baser instincts. "Well, if you think we should give our position away and join them, I would be partial to that."
  14. IC: Floor "I vote for not jumping into a fight we can't see anything about. Unless you can make out what's exactly going on? We could jump in then."
  15. IC: Floor 'If we're lucky? A battle. Less opponents against us. "Although that is an intense fight from what I'm seeing."
  16. IC: Floor Floor followed suit, dropping off beside Tear. "See anyone?"
  17. OOC: Thanks fam! IC: Hassan He drew her in for a hug, focussing on her irregular breathing to take his mind off the invisible wounds he'd reopened in his heart. "No problem, Gwen."
  18. OOC: So sorry I haven't been around, finally finished my previous job and adjusting to a new life. Also I suppose I was having trouble with this conversation. :3 IC: Hassan "Yeah, it shouldn't right? You do your job, protect your home against these invaders, and you hope to god your lancemates have your back." Hassan was silent for a while. "But it does, and that's fine. And you're not wrong for thinking that. You worry about how your fathers will feel if... If things don't turn out well for you. And that's fine. You worry about the years you lost having a normal life, or if you did your best before then end. And that's fine." He looked into her eyes. "I don't know a lot, but I know that every soldier thinks of that, every day. Because we're only human. I know the army is supposed to drill it into your head that as long as you do your duty there's nothing to worry if you... Go, but it's all bunk. I've seen it. Good men and women, lives cut short before their time because of a stupid mistake, or dumb luck. "I won't tell you that feeling will go away, the fear that you didn't do enough and your loved ones will suffer. I can't tell you what to do with the fear. Cliche as it is, you'll have to find your reason for fighting. But don't forget why you fight, whether it be so your loved ones won't be caught in this stupid war, subjected to occupation by outsiders who haven't had to deal with the hardships of earth. And remember, I'll be here to help, as long as I can."
  19. IC: Lunefeld He said nothing, merely following the other Toa into battle.
  20. IC: Glass "Well, if you're still set on you and your resistance's plan, we could move beyond just hoping." IC: Floor Floor nodded. "Good thing we'll be leaving our 'VIP' inside."
  21. IC: Lunefeld "All the more reason to take risks in these interesting times." Lunefeld lightly exercised his power, feeling the lightly adjusting the gravity of detritus around him, before mentally fixing on Sylus and himself. As a long-time resident of Ta-Wahi, the heat and growing tremors immediately sounded alarms in his head. If it truly was some sort of induced lava eruption, he would have a mere second or so to reduce gravity's pull on the pair. He gripped his staff.
  22. IC: Floor "Roof would be a little easy to spot us... but it's better than standing outside the door. Small d door." IC: Glass IC: Glass "Disappointed?"
  23. IC: Lunefeld Lunefeld let out a short, sharp bark of what could be approximated as laughter. "Let's not pretend I was ever that powerful. I might have gotten close to that goal before, but that honour goes to others. "Besides, those who would infringe on my... Exclusive areas, physical or informational, would think twice before acting in those impulses. Some have attempted in the past, but their fates have proved sufficient warning these days." The ground rocked at that moment, and the familiar shifting of ground before an eruption of lava began to tilt the frozen ground. Heat began to cause the frozen floor to melt, and clouds of vapour began to most up the area. "Although," he added, "Perhaps this day's events might make that risk worth it." IC: Greisk/Cyrena As soon as the Wanderer finished speaking, the revolver in his hand flew up, tossed into the air, and in a flash of light, Greisk saw, with Cyrena's aid, that it had transformed into something else. A gun of another sort entirely, but before he could continue observing it Stannis caught it and fired, flashes of heat and light blinding Greisk. As his sight recovered, seeing that the shots were directed at the front row of Nightfall, he felt the earth beneath him awaken, growing with an almost living anger. And then the heat came. Greisk looked down, and Cyrena activated her power again, allowing them to see through the floor. Greisk's eyes widened, and only his sewed-up mouth stopped him from crying out in alarm. It wad magma, veins of them, enlarging in volume and heating up, spreading into where no heat had been for millennia in this frozen mountain. And it was rapidly rushing upwards. Stannis... That's what he said would happen! But he's not a Fire Toa? No time to ask him. As the magma split the ground open in a blast of steam, Greisk pulled Agrona out the way for the second time today, escaping backwards towards the direction they came into the tunnel from. Cyrena voiced her worry that Agrona would not take to kindly to Greisk's interference, but given that the floor was literally turning into lava and Agrona's insects and plant power would simply burn on contact, rendering her abilities useless in this situation, Greisk wasn't too worried. Greisk had to stop from recoiling at the touch of her cloak of insects. He looked into her eyes with a simple question. Run?
  24. IC: Hassan Hassan grinned abashedly. "On the contrary, you've done me a big favour, sharing the joy of, err, mechanical maintenance with me. And don't forget in the kitchen. I really needed to chase my fears with some cooperative cooking after, y'know, what happened." He decided not to elaborate further. She didn't have to know that he too was shaken after the battle. Especially if he was going to offer guidance. Hassan's expression turned concerned. "So let me repay that favour, alright?"
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