Athmos

IC: Shomdud

"Mata Nui help these poor folk, they don't even know how to write directions down." Shomdud muttered, looking at a tiki pole near a crossroads in the village. One way pointed back to the land-based village, the other towards more pads. The other two weren't any help, as he was looking for the Akiri's office to complain about the squishy ground.

He reached out, after pulling his long sleeves up to his arms, and spun the tiki pole around a few times. "Maybe there's something on the back." To much disappointment, there wasn't. With a grunt, Shomdud left the now-incorrect facing tiki pole as it was while he headed off towards the docks. After all, being a village of water, shouldn't the Akiri be near their greatest assets?

A short time later, Shomdud was walking amongst the sailors and marines of Ga-Koro, though most ignored him. "Busy fellows, ain't they?" he said to nobody in particular. Maybe he would get on a boat and go for a trip somewhere. He had heard word of a strange land beyond the sea, but, "Phooey!" he said, "Nothing exists out there."

"Maybe I should join a pirate crew. I can sail and tie knots," he mused, "After all, at my age, what's to lose?"

OOC: Shomdud open for interaction.

IC : Kaheri

Kaheri was glad the hash-tagger was gone. If there was anything he hated the most, it was beings that walked around going, "You hashtaghashtaghashtaghashtag!" It made no sense, and he wasn't even sure what the heck a hash-tag was.

Pushing the strange symbol out of his mind, Kaheri stepped into the dim doorway of the bar. It was smaller than he thought, but he knew that the drink was good and cheap. He could have dealt with drink that tasted like the backside of a dermis turtle, but the price was something he wouldn't budge on; cheap drink above all.

I agree to everything above. It hit the nail on the head to me!

IC: Kaheri

Kaheri didn't even bother to look over his shoulder at the male voice. He didn't have time, nor did he want to talk to some random stranger from the street. "Frack off." He continued walking towards the street he knew the bar to be on.

IC: Kaheri

Kaheri's white cloak made him stand out against the dust, sand, and brown colors of the village. There were a few differently colored beings, marking the signs of a visitor from another village, but not that many. A few weren't even Toa or Matoran, but Skakdi or Vortixx.

As he made his way deeper into the Koro, the crowds grew thicker and more market-stalls appeared, all of them filled with what appeared to be everything from cheap technological knock-offs of the real stuff coming from Onu-Koro to weapons of all sorts. It was a rich Matoran’s dream, and probably a few of the more poorer ones as well.

A market-stall caught his eye; Scythes! A small smile on his face, Kaheri moved closer and closer until he was standing in front of the Matoran’s stall. The Matoran didn’t notice him at first, as he was looking clipboard, but when he did, he jumped up and went right into his selling pitch:

“Ah! Welcome to my humble stall! I see you have the eye for scythes, a fine tool, a better weapon. All these scythes you see here we-”

“Shut it.” Kaheri snapped, picking up one of the weapons. The handle was nice, but the blade looked chipped and old. He turned his gaze to the Matoran. “What metal do you use?”

“The best from Ta-Koro, which uses the best ore from Onu-Koro.”

Kaheri grinned slightly. “Don’t lie to me, Matoran. I’ve seen metal better than this. Better than all this,” he waved a hand at the rest of the weapons, “pile of brakas. If you’re trying to pass them off as quality tools, I would leave town before your customers come back and use them on you.”

The Matoran grinned nervously, “Well, sir, if that’s all, please move along, you’re holding up the rest of the customers.”

Kaheri set the scythe back down on the stall. “I’ll be sure to be there for your trial.” Before the Matoran could say anything, Kaheri slipped back into the crowd. This white cloaked Skakdi needed a drink, and he was pretty sure he knew where to get one.

IC: Merzt

Merzt smiled behind his mask as he banged the metal sheet with his hammer-for-a-hand. Even in the Village of Air there was a demand for metal, all sorts, in flat sheets. Thankfully, making sheet metal was one of Merzt's specialities.

Well, not really. He didn’t make the metal sheets, he just flattened the imperfections in them. Still, he considered it a part of making sheet metal. The ores had come a long way from Onu-Koro. Le-Koro had a few mines, down on the surface, but nothing compared to what Onu-Koro was churning out. Merzt once heard that Onu-Koro could give out metal ore to every being for a year and they would still have enough ore to not even worry about it.

But their Akiri was smarter then that. Even with the end of inter-Koro “war-fears,” ore was still pricey.

Merzt hoped that the price of ore would drop eventually, so we could get enough of the sheet metal together to make his own form of glider, using the newer technology from the other villages. “Metal gliders. We’d never get brought down!”


OOC: Merzt open for interaction.

The plot thickens.

The clues point to the Akiri of Po-Koro, but they point far too easily.

Solution: Le-Koro did it.

IC: Shomdud

“The ground is squishy,” the Turaga muttered, jumping up and down on the pad softly, “It’s frigging squishy. What’s up with this? Are they expecting to fall into the water and drown?”

He narrowed his eyes at the Ga-Matoran walking around him, and pulled down his cloak. “It’s so squishy, I can feel the water under me, like some sort of water-bed. Ain’t nobody goes to sleep on a water bed. It’s like drowning all night. This,” he bent over even further to poke the pad, “is a safety hazard, and somebody needs to get this fixed, pronto.”

He looked back up and grabbed one of the Ga-Matoran by the shoulder, spun her to face him, and began, “You! Do you work here? Silly question, I bet you live here too! On this,” he pointed at the pad, “squishy floor. I gotta tell you, this won’t do.”

The Ga-Matoran, face full of uneasiness, gently moved the Turaga’s hand off her shoulder. “Sir, I’m not in charge of the upkeep of the pads, I think you-”

“Nononononono, I’ll do the thinking. You obviously haven’t found this issue until now,” the Turaga said, waving a hand in disapproval. He paused for a second, than started again, “Name’s Shomdud. Call me Duddy, everybody calls me Duddy, except people that don’t know me, ya know? What’s your name, gal?”

“Em....Sir?”

“Sir? That’s an awful name. Did you pick the short stick on Naming Day? Mata Nui have mercy!” Shomdud looked at the sky in disbelief. “Really Mata Nui? Naming this poor Matoran ‘Sir?’ I know you could have done better, and I’m sure you’ve done worst, but I’m pretty sure this nice Matoran doesn’t need a name like that.”

“My name is Truara.” the Matoran piped up, turning a slight shade of red from the attention she was getting from other Matoran.

Shomdud looked back down at her, his pink eyes gazing hard at her. “Lying about our names, are we? No matter, I’m sure people lie about a lot of things on this island.” He rubbed the chin of his mask for a second, than he began to speak again, “Listen, Sir Truara, who would I go talk to about this squishy ground problem?”

“The...pad makers?”

“The pad makers? Sounds like an awful band. I was in a band once, you know? I played percussion, with some friend in Le-Koro, may Mata Nui bless their souls. They all died in an elevator accident. It was pretty bad.”

By this point, Truara stepped away from Shomdud and slipped into the crowd. “Ah, geez,” Shomdud smacked himself on the forehead, “there I go, scaring another nice Matoran off with my stories. Probably should go see whoever is in charge about this squishy ground problem. Eventually this village will sink, and they will be crying, ‘If only we listened to Shomdud!’ Yeah, that’s how it’ll go.” With this thought in mind, he slipped into the crowd, hopefully to find a figure of authority.

OOC: Shomdud open for interaction.

Po-Koro, not fond of water.

Po-Koro Military, half of them on a boat.

We honestly need more of those.

I was the king of those months ago.

From terror attacks on Po-Koro to crazy characters with a dozen personalities.

Sounds like a decently terrible idea.

 

 

 

I feel the Govt of Mata Nui is more like early the US under the Articles of Confederation. Seperate countries, united in trade, united against Makuta.

Replace Makuta with Europe, and it's almost the same. Roughly.

 

europe = dark eldritch god

...yeah, that seems fair enough

(unfortunately though, Makuta's decided absence creates a small flaw in your comparison)

 

- Indigo Individual

Makuta is basically the word for evil on Mata Nui. It extends beyond just the being. After all, he was(so far) THE ultimate evil.

No but

The people aren't united against evil, that's the whole problem. That's why there were such difficulties in inter-koro politics - that's why there are still such difficulties in inter-koro politics. There is absolutely nothing that the island is standing united against.

 

- Indigo Individual

Excellent point I didn't consider.

 

I feel the Govt of Mata Nui is more like early the US under the Articles of Confederation. Seperate countries, united in trade, united against Makuta.

Replace Makuta with Europe, and it's almost the same. Roughly.

 

europe = dark eldritch god

 

...yeah, that seems fair enough

 

(unfortunately though, Makuta's decided absence creates a small flaw in your comparison)

 

- Indigo Individual

Makuta is basically the word for evil on Mata Nui. It extends beyond just the being. After all, he was(so far) THE ultimate evil.

I feel the Govt of Mata Nui is more like early the US under the Articles of Confederation. Seperate countries, united in trade, united against Makuta.

Replace Makuta with Europe, and it's almost the same. Roughly.

Hmm, I'm gonna have to look those up. Thank you!

Has there been any "BIONICLE IN SPACE!" RPGs?

IC: Kaheri

Kaheri didn't know where Po-Koro was exactly, but he knew where Po-Koro was vaguely. He rubbed his grayish face with his hands as he continued to walk through the desert. He had purchased a white cloak back in Ko-Koro before coming here for protection against the sun and the heat. This pointless wandering in the desert, looking for the city of stone, would have been easier if the roads were intact.

Kaheri growled slightly as he thought about it. The Matoran had their petty arguments and began building armies out of anybody that would support their village. Some were pretty relaxed in the military build-up. Others were practically annexing rival villages before they even had an army. Po-Koro on the other hand, disappeared into the desert. They destroyed their roads and only kept contact with Onu-Koro, the one village all villages kissed towards.

Pushing the politics out of his mind, Kaheri pressed forward, his clawed feet sinking with every step in the loose sand. He liked sand, honestly. The feel of it between his toes on a beach. What he didn’t like were deserts. Too much sand to control, blowing about, threatening to get in-between parts you didn’t know you had; it was madness on Mata Nui.

He ascended another dune and a grin came across his face. Probably three kilos off sat Po-Koro, the village of stone. “Known for pottery arts, tribal dancing, and terrible tourism decisions.” Kaheri muttered to himself as he picked up his pace.

A short time later, he stood just outside the massive gates. Apparently these gates were built with the help of some very powerful Po-Toa a while back. Also, apparently, all of them were dead. He chuckled silently at that as he stepped forward, joining the crowd moving in and out of the Koro walls.

OOC: Open for interaction.

Back in my day(Read: a few months ago.), Po-Koro had no roads.

If all the villages aren't at each other's throats anymore(Which I'm actually upset I missed out on.), you would think the Po-Koro Engineering Corp(Or whatever you want to call the people that fix that crud.) would have made at least one road out of the Wahi.

Of course, I'm trying to get back into the flow of things, so my opinion means little ATM.

They're still called the Sentinels (Which is still awful; #pokoroguard4life), and there hasn't been a heck of a lot. You missed a quest starting, a change in power (Hewkii is played by Kughii for now), and that's about it.

 

Check the MNW for specifics of the region.

I agree, I like the Guard better, but alas, whatever. Thank you for the heads up on the power change.

Just look up sentinels on the wiki. Should give a good amount of info. I'll send you a pm with additional details soon.

Some info. Thank you.

What's the current state of the Po-Koro Guard(Or are they still called the Sentinels?)?

I have two characters, from months ago, that are in it, but I am against posting as them in case I accidental contridict information already agreed-upon by other players.

Author's Note: Before I left for my haitus from this site, a long while ago, I had created a bit of a backstory to my one-shot Them which, I admit, left a lot of room for improvment and explaining. Before you read this, I suggest you read my earlier story, linked above, for some more understanding. Besides a few grammar corrections and spelling corrections, this story hasn't been altered since when I first wrote it months ago.

I also ask you to consider not giving my older story any comments and bringing it back to the top, regardless of the revival rules. There are newer stories that deserve the attention, and I rather leave that one in the grave. Thank you.

THEY

The Agori held his head in his hands. The screens surrounding him were blaring red, illuminating the small, dirty room he sat in. He occasionally looked up at the screens, before shaking his head slowly in disbelief. “Great Beings, save us...”

The door behind him creaked open, and the Agori turned in his chair. The intruder was the lead member of the research team. His name was Marrs, an Agori. He stepped forward quickly, eyes full of worry and fear. “What have you done Gorfe?” Marrs asked, looking over the screens quickly.

“It isn’t like I expected this to happen, Marrs.” Gorfe said quietly, putting his head in his hands again.

Marrs’ eyes burned with anger as he made fists with his hands. “It doesn’t matter now! I warned you-I told you! Don’t touch the notes, don’t look at the notes, just burn them and never look back!”

“At the time-”

Marrs put his fist through one of the screens, then he turned on Gorfe, “It doesn’t matter! Right now, in this time, dozens of our friends and family members are out there-in the streets, in the cities-killing each other because you wanted to play like a Great Being and see what you could make with those cursed notes!”

Gorfe shook his head, tears building up. “It wasn’t like that, not like that Marrs.”

Marrs grabbed Gorfe by the shoulders and shook him. “Look out the cursed window,” he pointed towards the small window in the room, “LOOK! Do you not see the fires in the distance?! That’s New Atero! That’s the Matoran District! You don’t get it do you?!”

Gorfe pushed Marrs off him and stood up. “Shut up! You don’t think I know what I did?!” He glanced at the window for a second, then looked at Marrs. “We can fix this, I know we can. Just-”

“Gorfe, there is no coming back from this! We are probably the only two beings on this cursed planet that hasn’t been exposed!” Marrs waved his arms around the room to accent his point. “Even if we can stop it right now, how long do you think it would take for us to rebuild everything that has been lost? You can look at the screens, listen to the soundwaves, and you can calculate how much is gone.”

Gorfe raised a hand and looked at the ground. “Marrs...just stop.”

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Days passed. At first it seemed like the screams and the fighting wouldn’t stop, but on the fourth day they did. Gorfe and Marrs managed to seal themselves into a set of secure rooms for the time being. They had food, they had water, and they had power, but they would eventually run out. Marrs knew this, but denied the fact they would run out of food. He needed to keep hope.

Gorfe had built a small communications station, to see if anybody outside was still alive, and to keep track on....Them. Marrs didn’t approve of Gorfe sending out soundwaves, but he knew it was necessary.

“Any movement in New Atero?” Marrs asked, stepping into the even smaller room than the original.

Gorfe looked over his shoulder and waved a hello to Marrs. “The scans aren’t picking up anything, but if you let me go adjust-”

Marrs shook his head, “No. I’m not risking you getting exposed Gorfe. Worst, if....They....see you, They will come here, and They won’t leave until They get us.”

Gorfe gritted his teeth. He knew that if they adjusted the sensors outside, they would get a better reading from New Atero. But Marrs insisted on not going outside. He looked up at him. “We can’t stay here forever.”

Marrs turned around to leave. “We can, and we will if we must.”

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Weeks passed. First Marrs gave up scanning for Them, believing they went North. Then Gorfe stopped, leaving the station empty. The general mood became one of waiting it out, hoping cities that weren’t affected, if any, came to help them. Marrs kept up this idea, Gorfe was losing hope in it, and the both of them noticed that the food was running low.

On their 103rd of hiding, a low rumbling was heard by both Agori. Marrs and Gorfe, thinking it was the arrival of salvation, squeezed into the communications room.

“What’s that sound?” Marrs asked, a small laugh in his voice. Finally, he thought, we’re free!

Gorfe played with the sensors for a second, before looking up. “There’s...movement south of New Atero, near the Matoran District.”

“Movement?” Marrs asked, a sudden doubt rushing into his voice. “Shouldn’t you be reading vehicles?”

“It’s big.” Gorfe said, looking at the screens, “It’s.....oh, you have got to be kidding me.” Gorfe jumped up from his chair and grabbed Marrs by the arm.

“What’s on the scans?!” Marrs screamed, his mind finally breaking, as he ripped his arm away from Gorfe. “What are they picking up?!”

“All of Them! They’re coming right here!”

“Get to the b-” BOOM.

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“Gorfe.”


“Gorfe.”


“Gorfe, where are you?”


“Gorfe, it’s safe.”


“Don’t you trust me, Gorfe? It’s Marrs.”


“Goooooorrrfeeeeee.”


“There you are.”

Welcome back. Check my blog for the Mata-Nui Weekly to catch up to speed in a detailed sense, or the 2013 arc of the wiki. Also, expect a pm soon.

Right, I believe back in early 2013 somebody was running that. Was that you? Memory is fuzzy. I'll see about reading that. Thank you.

It certainly has been a few months(Nearly a year, I think, the time is fuzzy.), but I think I'm ready to come back and begin RPing again.

I am (Blissfully?) aware of anything happening at the moment, so a helping hand in private to fill me in on the more important things would be nice. For those of you unaware who I am(or was), I am(or was) thebeggerpie.

I'll be playing for the next season, FYI.

I see it hasn't blown up completely.