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."

It would be much appreciated if someone in Po-Wahi could save Sir Cerago from certain death.

IC: "I'm dying... I'm dying..." These words were repeated in some kind of strange pattern, the speaker pausing in-between words to let out raspy breathes. A Toa pathetically dragged his body across the sands with his bare hands, crawling and letting out these words again and again. Meanwhile, the sun continued to beat down on him. It showed no mercy, no empathy, and promised not to let up into nightfall. By the time of nightfall, Sir Cerago, the honorable and GREAT knight would most likely be dead. Of dehydration. Some great knight he was... On his first adventure, his weak Ussal crab collapsed under his weight and passed away minutes later. Cerago had attempted to walk the rest of the way until he found rest, but the desert was long and seemingly unending. Within no time, Cerago was on the ground, crawling his way to safety. It seemed like no safety would ever come.Light shined out of the corner of his eye when he saw it... There was a giant pool that he had reached the end of. How on earth did he not see before? Had any momentarily gone blind? Shaking his head, Cerago pushed his face into the water and started to drink, but the only thing he tasted and felt was hot sand. "AUGHHHHH!" IC: Elsewhere, while another Toa suffered, a man sat in a chair drinking from a tea-cup calmly. He was overwatching his workers who tended to his gardens and made sure the many statues in his abode were kept clean and dusted. A smirk was on the edge of his lips, but finally, he put down the tea-cup and stood up from his lavish chair. He clapped his hands and speaks, "Job well done. It's time for break, my friends~" He sung and the workers poked their heads up one after another. They smiled and started to head off to collect lunch. It was late afternoon and they were quite hungry. "Thank you, Lord Bael." One of the workers told Bael who simply nodded as the man past by him. His workers were happy and he was too. It was an excellent little relationship they had here at his estate. His workers were like family and Bael treated them well, so in return, they gave him more work. He'd learned this particular lesson by viewing other ranches where the workers slaved until their backs broke. The morale was depressing and as a result, revolts and strikes happened. Why go through all of that trouble when you could simply be... gratuitous? Bael sat back down and crossed his legs. He stroked his chin magnicifently and tossed back his head to gaze at the sun. How pleasant this was.Alas, work had to be done. Bael stared off in the distance, far past his own land. Out there was plenty of empty space, space to build, space to acquire. He licked his lips in hunger and frowned when he thought of it. The rotten-hole that was only a few miles from his wonderful home. It was watched over by that fool, Cerago. Even though the soil was terrible and the vegetation dying, it far dwarfed Bael's property in size. This was why he wanted it. For his own commercial purposes, of course. "Curse this world for fools..." He muttered to himself.

IC: Aria returned Demas's smile, whether it was genuine or not was up to the other Toa's interpretation. "Ah," She said, nodding her head as if she understood exactly what happened. She knew Bertranus was a good man and that he'd do no harm to anyone unless they tried to hurt him or the city. So basically, Bahkui and Demas were liars. Aria's eyes narrowed, although no one could exactly tell. She was still smiling brightly at both of them. "Apologies... You two can carry on with whatever business that you want to conduct."Bert's eyes widened and he turned to Aria in shock with a wild look, as if she'd commited the ultimate betrayal in history. "But, milady!" He protested. Aria held up a hand and simply shook her head, "Quiet, Bertranus..."

For some reason, it suprises me that this is a romance-heavy RP.

Is there anything particularly interesting going on in Po-Wahi? Something that a crazed Toa of Iron who believes he is a knight could get into?

IC: [bert]An aggressive snarl could be heard as Bert placed his hand firmly on the Onu-Matoran's shoulder. "If you haven't done anything... Then you should be fine if I ask you a few questions back at the guard-station." He told Bahkui, his tone low. If he resisted further, Bert might possibly attack in an attempt to take him in. He wasn't going to let the person who was prepared to shoot him a few mintues earlier simply crawl away from the scene unharmed. Before things could simply could get further out of hands, a shot of fire was launched. It struck a few feet away from Bert and Bahkui, but it was alarming and the two had weapons out before anyone could blink. Meanwhile, Demas continued to watch, confused by what had just happened. Jumping from the top of a building, a Toa landed on the ground. With perfect balance, she got up and shook her head to the side as she stared at Bert and Bahkui. Bert's narrowed eyes widened and his grip on his weapon loosened. He immediately got to a knee before this stranger."Lady Hallmaster!"The woman smiled as she looked down at Bert. The sword on her hip, shield on her right arm, and a golden phoniex on her breast-plate meant this could be only one person; Aria Hallmaster. The power that she commanded over Bert seemed to confirm this. While Bert had actual 'authority' over her, it didn't stop him from bending a knee. The Hallmasters had been in service to the Guard since it's early conception. Aria was the last remaining heir and if he wasn't to show respect, he wouldn't be worthy of his position as Ta-Koro guardsman. The Ta-Matoran was looked up as she offered him her hand and Bert proudly took it. He then gave her a quick salute, "I didn't know that you were currently in the city."Aria let out a haughty laugh and simply says, "I'm always here, Bertranus. In one form or the other..."Walking past the scorched ground where her fire attack had been launched, Aria looks over to Bahkui and then back to Bert. "What exactly is the problem here?" Bert coughed and then points to Bahkui, "Let him explain. He is afterall the one who instigated it."

Rest in peace, Heather.

I honestly had no idea what to do for an opener. It's late and I just got finished watching Game of Thrones so I'll probably be going to bed.Got school tomorrow, as well.

IC: Heimo In the thick of things as usual, Heimo swiped at a cluster of Dissonance men with his sword. As he did so, a vibration could be heard through the air. It was beautiful, but it was soon permeated by the shrill cries of the men that he had just killed. Heimo sheathed his 'instrument' for a second to allow himself to breathe and regain his composure. Sometimes, Heimo forgot that he needed to breathe. Other men suffered similar problems, often forgetting the most simplest of things. This was the effect of war on men. They weren't simply machines, something that was often forgotten. Soldiers had emotions and they ran deep. Heimo pulled back seeing as some of the Dissonance raiders had been at least pushed back by their efforts. It also appeared that reinforcements would be arriving soon. "Good, I need a break." He told himself.

IC: Sir CeragoBeady eyes, blue in color, watched as the last Matoran worker left, leaving the stables unattended. These eyes in particular belonged to a rather tall Toa who was clumsily hidden behind several rocks. The Matoran didn't seem to notice him and when all of them were gone, this Toa made his move. Despite his ungainly proportions, he moved with such speed that even if someone was near, they'd only catch a glimpse of grey. Cerago dashed into the stabes and upon entering, his eyes shot from corner to corner. He was surrounded, all around him were the steeds of the Matoran people; Ussals. This was what Cerago had came for. Most of these Ussals, bred to perfection, would cost money that Cerago didn't even dare to dream of. Which was why he was stealing one.As a Toa, Cerago was expected to be a hero and common thievery was against the Toa Code. In Cerago's mind, since it was benefiting Mata-Nui in the long run, it was acceptable for him to steal one of the Ussals. He had tried to deal with the owners anyway, but they'd been foolishly stubborn. Shaking his head, Cerago rubbed his hands together. He had to choose an Ussal and quick. He'd observed the patterns of the Ussal herders. They where currently on break which seemed to last about one hour before they went back into the sun and worked with the Ussals. It was also a time for rest for the Ussals. Cerago had no idea how these people did it. He'd never worked a day in his life and he was glad about it.Cerago walked past sleeping Ussals carefully, slowly tiptoeing through their home. He didn't want to wake them all up and have an Ussal riot. That would be silly. Cerago notices a small Ussal in the corner away from the others and with a scar on his head. It was most likely the runt of the litter. Cerago shrugged, he needed something that could quickly get him around the island, not a golden steed. He also wanted to be able to move quickly from this place with his prize. The stronger Ussals would most likely resist him and were heavier, meaning he couldn't push them. This weakling Ussal would be great though, especially since he could probably bully it to get his deeds done.Shaking the Ussal with an equally shaky hand, the small Ussal opened it's eyes slowly and blinked, staring into the mask of Cerago. Cerago puts his index finger to his mouth, telling the animal to be silent. Of course, the Ussal started to stir, but Cerago shakes his fist at him. "Come." He told the Ussal who seemed to recognize these words. The crab crawled out from his spot in the stables and followed after Cerago. It's eyes were hopeful and in them, Cerago realized that this Ussal was probably happy to be freed. As far as Ussal breeding went, the smallest ones rarely got sold or picked, meaning they were stuck with their masters forever.Cerago smirked, "Looks live I've found a little ally.." He muttered.Eventually, the two of them were out of the stables and Cerago tells his Ussal friend, "Ride."The Ussals stops and waits for Cerago to mount. Cerago gritted his teeth as he hopped on top of the small Ussal. They made an odd couple because Cerago was actually much larger then the Ussal. Uncomfortably, he stretched his long legs out in front of him and over the Ussals head. He then strapped himself in with a harness that he'd grabbed earlier. Then they wer eoff. Even at the crab's size, it's multiple legs moved incredibly quickly and soon they were away from the stables. But not from the Matoran workers who were returning. Cerago realizes this as he hears shouts and barely moves to the left, dodging a rock. "What are you doing!?" One of them shouted in anger.Cerago flashes a dashing smile to the Matoran, "Sorry! I'll return him! Maybe one day!"The Matoran workers didn't listen and continued to chase after him and his steed, finally slowing down once they realized that they could keep up. Cerago smirked as he ran off into the sunset with his new pet.