American Hustle

OOC: I said that the stone was surrounded by metal. Thus, when he manipulated the metal, the stone bent with it.IC: Cerago grinned cockily and then turn to Naona, "Anything else that I can help with?"

IC: CeragoCerago frowned as he entered the village and started looking around to see what needed to be done. He waved his hands a little and got to work. Metal energy shot from his hands, bending along with stone to recreate the old, but sturdier. It certainly was an improvement. As Cerago stared at his handymanship, he chuckled, "Strange," He says. "I usually try to avoid work as much as possible. This situation is perfect for my powers, though! Especially since I don't have to lift a finger..."

IC: (Cerago)"Shame," He replied simply. It was clear by that time though that Cerago intended to eventually seek out these marauders and bring them to justice. His mind was already working in overtime as he imagined defeating the criminals. He had to worry about the present. "Enough of pirates and the sea! I'd like to assist you in repairing this place. My knighthood would be in question if I didn't lend my hand to a woman who was in distress!"

IC: [sir Cerago]"They must be good men then..." Cerago muttered. The thought of death petrified him. He'd never thought once that on this journey that he could actually die. If he was to be the brave Toa that he was destined to bed, Cerago would've have to face villains like the Infernavika crew with a strong heart. "Where are these pirates?" He asked.

IC: [sir Cerago]"What a bunch of rowdy criminals!" Cerago yelled out after hearing this. "Why does no one attempt to capture them?"

IC: [sir Cerago]Cerago stroked his chin and thought about what Naona said. "That would actually be correct. We don't get much news in my home and I normally just read..." He muttered and then sighed, showing some kind of possible regret. Cerago then nods and says, "Tell me about this Infernavika then."

IC: [ser Cerago]Cerago held his hand up to his mouth, "In-fer-navi-ka?" He said, trying to pronouce the words. Then quickly, "I've never head of them." He says.

IC: [sir Cerago]Water flew out of Cerago's mouth once she said this. Unfortunately, most of it landed on Naona's mask. "Oops," He said. "Might I say, that is a great adventure! Perhaps you should write it down, publish it, and call it, 'The Guard Who Saved The Elderly'!" He exclaimed. "Really... I must here more. Walk with me... Tell me more about these pirates! Did they command ships? Wield cutlasses?"

IC: [sir Cerago]Cerago blinked several times slowly before he looked around himself and actually seemed to take in his surroundings. "Ah, yes!" He blurted out, snapping his hand. "What exactly happened here? Invasion of mole people? Mutated rahi attacks! Or did a dragon attack and steal the damsel?" He asked, seemingly getting crazier with each conclusion that he came too. "While you're telling me this story, could you perhpas fetch me another glass?" Cerago told Naona, politely as possible.

IC: [sir Cerago]Cerago shook his head. He was frustrated with this woman. "I serve no kings or queens... I am however and always will be a knight." He told her and then slowly, he put a fist to his chest in some kind of salute. "It's a duty. Like you're a guard... You should be able to understand, yes?"

IC: [sir Cerago]"Insane!?" Cerago responded, somewhat angrily. He found this very offensive, especially since he was the great hero and honored knight, Sir Cerago! He'd have to let this woman know of who he was. Maybe then she'd show a little more respect. "I am Sir Cerago! Owner of my own estate and a great knight who will vanguish the Makuta from this island! I won't be going anywhere with you, madame, unless you apologize... My mind is far too intelligent to be insane, afterall!"

IC: [Cerago]"I didn't say she was a girl! She was a woman!" Cerago exclaimed, defensively. "And in my defense, the stone giants easily dwarfed this entire village..."

IC: [sir Cerago]Cerago stroked his chin at Naona and started to speak, "Well," He muttered, voice still dry. "I actually need that water really bad." A few seconds later and Naona returned with the glass of water that he'd requested. Cerago downed it in one gulp and shot his arm out again, "Another, please." Naona complied once more and retrieved another glass, but after Cerago had finished his fifth cup, the Toa wanted answers. She stood there with her arms crossed, unmoving, like a statue. She wasn't going to budge or get Cerago anymore of that delicious water unless he answered her question. "Fine then." He told her. At firsty, the Toa started to tell of how he'd went out to the desert and found himself quickly dying. Then Cerago re-thought things. The whole dying in the desert situation was not manly or epic at all. A true Toa was supposed to always be honest, but there was nothing wrong with telling the truth and slightly twisting it? He did it regularly when his father was alive to get out of work. No one was hurt, so it must be fine. "I was cursed by a witch!" He exclaimed. "Her magics shot me to the desert where I was surrounded by her sand golems. I then fought them off with my iron powers! Once I was finished, I was so tired that the desert nearly took my life... Until you saved me!" Okay that was far from the truth, but it still was better than the pathetic events that had aspired.

IC: [sir Cerago]Cerago's eyes blinked slowly as he took in the sight of what appeared to be a beautiful woman coming to save him. To the eyes of a normal person, Naona was slightly attractive, but not the heavenly creature that Cerago's eyes saw. She glowed and brought life to him and through a cracked voice, he said, "I am alive! But only thanks to you, milady!"

IC: [sir Cerago]After the scourge of hot sand had been cleared from his throat, Cerago was now even more thirsty. Yet he continued to push on, most likely due to his new mantra, "Water... Water..." It was then that Cerago's eyes widened and he saw the village that he was approaching. Could it be? "Po-Koro!" He exclaimed and suddenly, Cerago scattered through the desert on his legs like an Ussal Crab. "Salvation!" He exclaimed, upon reaching the front of the village. It was then that he frowned.Rubble was everywhere, rocks lay strewn all over the place. It looked like an earthquake had hit. "No... Don't tell me! The villagers have all been eaten by Matoran-eating monsters from the Red Star sent by Makuta!" He yelled, coming to the 'obvious' conclusion. "Don't worry! I will rescue you!" He shouted, before falling to the ground in exhaustion. "But first... water... yes."