Geardirector

Cheers, I'll drink to that

"Fade into obscurity" is precisely the term @Daniel the Finlander. Two, if not more, of that group's players have been gone for a while, and nothing has been heard of the group itself for a while either.

IC: Trava (Jungle) "Travelling the way I usually like to" she answers, and lets go of the vine she's supporting herself with. She falls, grabs a thick branch she's scoped out, swings on it and lands on a patch of grass nearby to Vaíl. She rises from the crouch she landed in, and turns to her fellow Plantlife Elemental. "That said, I'm not a complete stranger to traveling on foot, either".

IC: Trava (Jungle) The underbrush is one way to go, but there's plenty of others one can use to head through the jungle. "Leaf-running" as they liked to call it in Le-Koro. Trava always enjoyed that. It was part of why she had a particular preference for Le-Wahi; nowhere else on the island could really facilitate that kind of travel (except Kini-Nui, but even she didn't have a death wish, reckless as she was) The Bo-Lesterin leapt across a clearing, her senses primed by her Kanohi. That sense of heightened awareness was always a kick for her. She landed on the branch, crouched, and took in her surroundings. Much was the same it always was, except for one solitary difference that made the Lesterin smile. Thinking back to the last few times she'd been fortunate enough to run into strangers here. Le-Wahi had always been interesting. She peered down, through the tree crown's leaves, quirking an eyebrow at what she saw. "Red Bandana, stylish" she thinks to herself, and decides to make herself known, stylishly. She hangs onto a vine, after making sure it'll hold her, of course, and lets herself "fall" through the obscuring tree crown, feet planted against the trunk, her hands clinging to the vine as it stops her with her head poking out. "Howdy," she beams, "how's the hunt going?" OOC: baltarc, it's for you

Oh man, Nuju posts again? What's this RPG coming to.

IC: Ferron (Ferron's Forge) "I'm afraid no one in particular springs to mind, sorry to say" Ferron answered apologetically. "Pleasure doing business with you, all the same," he said, "I'll be glad to service you in the future"

Ferron (Ferron's Forge) "Oh, about five-or-six hundred" Ferron answered "That's just above At Cost, so that suits me." The Smith put the Sign into the basket as requested, and handed it over to Arero.

IC: Ferron (Ferron's Forge) "Not at all. Oooh, yes, I'll have one of those, thank you very much" Ferron answered, accepting the offer from Arero. He placed the pastry aside on an impromptu plate of metal he'd conjured up himself. "Just saving for later, can't eat when I'm in the middle of working" he said as he turned away from Arero, towards a corner at the back of the forge. Soon enough, he emerged holding the Matoran's order. The sign was just as Arero had instructed, with a fine border around the edge, almost like a picture frame. It was spot-free, as if it had been recently polished to a mirror shine. "Here we are. I think this is close to what you were looking for, no?"

This is becoming a bothersome trend. Are you saying I might have to do something? I really hope this doesn't continue. <3

IC: Ferron (Ferron's Forge) "Oh, it won't take long. It's a rather straightforward process," Ferron answered, "come back tomorrow afternoon, and I should have something for you, once we've gone through the details of your order"

IC: Ferron (Ferron's Forge) "Look around" Ferron said, throwing his arms out. The gesture drew attention to the armor and weapon racks, the shelves and the tool racks, all holding at least one or two of the implements in question. They were of excellent make, intricate patterns woven into the sword hilts and axe blades and jar lids that looked so flowing and continuous, one would be forgiven for assuming Ferron had drawn the lines with hiw own fingers. Considering the Turaga's powers, that actually wasn't all that far-fetched.

IC: Ferron (Ferron's Forge) "Oh I don't know about that, necessarily" Ferron parried, humility showing as he lead the way inside. "So," he spoke up, clapping his uneven hands together upon getting behind his own counter, "Can you give some details about this sign you want then?"

IC: Ferron (Onu-Koro) "Tangentially," Ferron answered as he waved back, "but I have indeed been here a while. A fair bit of time before my transformation into my current form". Ferron calmly exposited as he led the way through the streets, keeping his attention mostly on the road ahead.

IC: Ferron (Onu-Koro Bazaar) "Not at all," Ferron replied, securing his grip on a basket he was carrying with him, "it'll serve us well, methinks." "My Forge is at the edge of the Koro, so we'll have to walk a bit to get there" he informed, pointing with his prosthetic hand. "Hopefully you don't get turned around if you're new down here".

IC: Ferron (Onu-Koro Bazaar) "A sign maker who can work with metal, you say?" Ferron mused, scratching his chin as he looked at the Matoran with interest. "As it happens, I might be the very person you're looking for" he said, offering his hand to Arero. "Forgemaster Ferron, at your service"

OOC: Welcome to the game, Unreliable Narrator, glad to have you. The only thing I'd like to point out is that The Wise Man's Archive is one Library, not a store chain. IC: Ferron (Onu-Koro Bazaar) "What's that?" The bypasser asked, looking over at the gloved Po-Matoran. The Turaga of Iron that turned to him offered a friendly smile. Ferron had been out shopping himself, both for some supplies and everyday stuff like groceries. Aftor Tarnok had left him with his ominous expectations, the Forgemaster had found the need to step outside to distract himself from an itch to take some sort of action to respond to the nebulous dangers. He didn't show that, of course, and was keeping his outward demeanor approachable.

IC: Vilda Mako (Ihu-Koro) I gotta be honest, there ain't all that much it really takes to make me sour on something new and unfamiliar. I just get that gut feeling, whether I like it or not, and although living with it for this long has dulled its edge a bit, it's still one of the sharpest instincts I have going for me, right beside borrowing Kama’s for a little bit here and there, which is always a net improvement, as with all things that involve my Best Girl. Getting hurried along to “Ihu-Koro” while my own clan’s Heiress Apparent went gallavanting around with a cocky local was a pretty good candidate right there for a sour gripe that left a bad taste in my mouth, for this part of the island, at least. So I didn't offer it much thought, and stuck to the stuff that I hadn't soured on. Ihu-Koro was a mining settlement, I’d discovered, and now also filled with people who’d fled Ko-Koro and its disreputable citizenry, and were quite forthcoming with their accounts of the carnage. Some of them offered me apologies for the poor impression their fellow locals had given me. I gotta say, perhaps Honor isn’t completely foreign here after all. Yes, I know I make a big schpiel about how much of a Rebel I am sometimes, but I’m also a stubborn old fool who’s well acquianted with the sort of nonsense that “ideological purity” tends to lead to. Not a fan. “Don’t apologize to me,” I said to a local who I’d struck up a conversation with. A Ringti? They did metalwork they said, so that’s what it sounded like, but it’s hard to tell around here. “You oughta be teaching them a lesson instead, seems like a far better use of your time, I’d say” I offered with a gruff smile.

IC: Farzan (Motara Desert) "You know, Kreff, one of these days I ought to consider getting you some upgrades" My trusty steed chirped something that sounded suspiciously like curt disapproval. Such a modest fellow, Kreff, very good at containing his bursting excitement. "Seriously, imagine if we got you some extra plates to harde your shell, and maybe some digging attachments in your claws, and back-mounted disk rifles and a flamethrower and a grapnel and-" Kreff stopped dead in his tracks so quickly that I lost my grip where I was crouching down across his face that my handsome face got thoroughly trounced into the sand beneath. After pulling mye head out of the sand, I turned to definitely not berate Kreff for his mistake, but saw he wasn't there. A chirp alerted me to his new location, standing right next to a barrel cactus, just like the one I'd been looking for. "By Renaka's misplaced suntan, Kreff, you found it!!!" I ejaculated, bursting into a smile, "I could've sworn you were just trying to shut me up but of course, eyes on the prize" Kreff seemed happy, even amused about it, though what was so mandible-clickingly amusing escaped me. "Alright well let's get to work" I said, as I reached for my matchete to chop that sucker open. I took a deep breath as I zeroed in the barrel cactus with my mask scopes, raised my arm, and... stabbed into it with the screwdriver I was holding. "Hey, wh-" I excreted, feeling my audio receptors buzz with Kreff's chirping laughter. "You doubt my genius?" I interrogated with grave grimdarknessitude, twirling the screwdriver without a second thought, "I can dismantle anything with a screwdriver, even non-screw-having objects." "Have at thee" I bellowed, and went back to the task at hand with renere vigour. ... "See, I told you I could do it" I most definitely very politely corrected Kreff as I rode the crab back into town. Toolbelt slung across my shoulder, I lovingly patted the bundle containing our spoils for the day, this was gonna be of great use in my latest experiments. OOC: Farzan open for interaction

IC: Zelvin (Ga-Koro) "The locations of goods, mostly," the Kru-Toa replied, "in the aftermath of the siege, a lot of things got moved around and... very oh so unfortunately lost". The way Zelvin worded it made it quite clear what she was really talking about: smuggling and theft. "There are those who are very intent on getting their things back, and also ensuring nobody else knows where to find them, since at least some of them are of a... less than discretionary nature and best kept away from prying eyes, so to speak." "So they want to get what he knows out of him, and then shut him up, permanently." "There's also a great deal of salvage, perhaps some of it of value to the refugees. I rather think they'd be very happy to get it back."

Nuparu & Onepu Safety Measures

OOC: Jam with Zalty IC: Akiri Nuparu and Onepu (Nuparu's Office) "Akiri?" "Hang on a second..." The ussalryman raised his eyebrow, but didn't say anything as he quietly stood there, watching the Akiri scribbling with intense concentration. The tin in the corner labelled "lost causes" was already overflowing with crumpled notes. After another crumpled note bopped against the overflowing pile and landed on the floor, the Ussalryman saw Nuparu lift his gaze to regard him. His green eyes blinked through his orange Pakari with a dull, uncertain glow that left the two blinks like tiny lightstones hanging in a dark nothing behing his Mask. "I'm sorry, what was it?" he asked, his voice weak and uninspired. "Onepu is here to see you, sir, like he agreed" "Right, right. Yes, of course" Nuparu responded. He put his palms to his desk and pushed himself into a more upright position, before he nodded to the guard. "Let him in" Onepu would have liked for this to have been a simple pleasure meeting. But as was the way things had been for the last thousand years, it was once again business that brought him his his friend and leader's office. This didn't trouble him as much as it used to, and today it troubled him less than usual, as his thoughts dwelt on the content of the meeting rather than the meeting itself. "Nuparu," he greeted the Akiri with a nod, as he was admitted to the office. He noted the papers the former engineer had been working on. "New inventions, or politics?" he asked, gesturing at them. A little icebreaker. "Both" Nuparu replied as he folded a few of them inward to obscure them from Onepu's sight. Some secrets were only for the Akiri to know. "Speaking of politics, specifically. You know why you're here" The Akiri pulled a letter out from a drawer in his desk, Onepu instantly recognized it as the letter he had himself sent to him recently. The Inventor squinted as he read oer the letter an additional time, silence pushing on the atmosphere between the two. "You're asking for a lot, here, Onepu. I hope you're aware of that" he said with grave intonation. "Completely," Onepu affirmed. "And in any other circumstances, I would have thrown that letter into the bin," his eyes darted inadvertently to the overflowing 'scrapped ideas' bin against the wall, "But... You know what they say about desperate times." "Desperate measures, yes, but... I still don't know... Iden and Akaku wielders eavesdropping on people? What exactly is the scope of this surveillance network you want?" The Akiri's tone was more inquisitive than accusatory, and more than a little anxious. His burnt orange Pakari crinkled as he listened to Nuparu's elaboration. Onepu folded his arms, grumbling in thought. "I hadn't really thought of that part. I just wanted to hear what you thought of it at this point... But whatever we could manage with what resources we have would be ideal. The inns, at the very least, would have to be covered, and other places where people gather. We found out the last bank heist had been planned at one of them. Maybe the library. Archive, whatever." "Well, as for what I think, at the moment I'm still highly sceptical, even though I see the usefulness." Nuparu steepled his fingers as he glanced over at his friend, his voice was still quite grave, but he wasn't talking to Onepu. "What would Whenua do? What indeed?" he mumbled to himself. More importantly, was that what he should do? "My concern is this: I think, you're casting too wide of a net, even if it is a temporary one." Nuparu explained. "Crime isn't just about sabotage, terrorism or infiltration, it's also about desperation, destitution, dissatisfaction. Those aren't evils, they're unfortunate circumstances. With the refugee situation... things aren't as peaceful here as they used to be, but I'm working on a solution." "Tell you what, you go get your surveillance, but I want it only for public spaces, and as limited as you can make it." Onepu nodded. "I know. Believe me, I do." He imagined that in a place such as Ko-Koro, he would be very quickly branded a 'criminal'. He 'hmm'ed in both satisfation and apprehension as Nuparu gave him his answer. "I wouldn't have it any other way. But what about executing it? We don't have enough Toa of Sonics, or appropriate mask powers to cover the whole Koro, do we?" "You're not supposed to, remember?" Nuparu replied. "You said 'whatever we could manage with what resources we have would be ideal'. I agree, and if you don't feel like you can get what you want out of this, then I suggest you just scrap the project entirely, or adjust your goals." The Akiri sighed, and leaned back in his chair, almost as if something was weighing him down. "Onepu, I don't mean to be dismissive, but if you're going to carry out this idea, than keep in mind what I said. If you're concerned with coverage, maybe stick only to open public spaces where the populace mingles to and fro? Onepu nodded, mulling it over. "Right, right. I didn't mean covering every nook and cranny, just the public spaces. And if we can't muster the masks and Toa to pull it off, I could implement a rotation schedule. It might even take some potential terrorists off-guard that way." He mumbled to himself, scratching idly at a chipped spot in his armor. Finishing his musing, he fixed his friend and Akiri with a smile. "You don't have to worry about me, Nuparu. All I want to to prevent a situation like the bank attack from ever happening again." "I don't have any doubt about your intentions, old friend," Nuparu replied, "only about your methods, which is why I'm going to keep an eye on how this goes." "I wish you the best of luck in your endeavors, Onepu." the Akiri said. Onepu nodded. "I'm counting on it." He hadn't given it any though before, but this 'multiple branches of government' thing seemed like a good idea now that he was faced with it. Whenua had been wise enough to not overextend his power, but few others could claim the same. Onepu least of all, if he was honest. He extended a hand. "As ever, let me know if there's anything I can help with." "Of course" Nuparu replied. As the guard at the door showed Onepu out, Nuparu returned to his scribbles, muttering half-heard sentences as he wondered whether he'd made the right decision...

So hey guys, I'm still alive. Beyond peeved that Shadowhawk showed up again and I wasn't there to see it but I guess that's nice regardless. Also hit me up if you need/want me for something.

IC: Zelvin (The Great Takea) "My pleasure" Zelvin replied, and started making her way out onto the street, all mysterious-like with the Skakdi in tow. Zelvin was glad to have gotten some help. Not just because she thought she needed it, but because Rhow so far seemed to be quite enjoyable company. It was important to find ways to enjoy yourself in your brief time under the sun, so long as you didn't darken the time for someone else. Which, of course, was why she was in this line of work to begin with. To make life such a waste as the criminal elements did... she pitied them, but saw the necessity of stopping them before they diminished the lives of someone else. Well out onto the streets, Zelvin sidled up next to Rhow, and started going into more detail. "I already know where the target is. We'll find him in one of the... less reputable inns in town, certainly nothing like your fine establishment." "I want him alive, of course, and that's a two-sided task. We of course have to make sure we don't kill him, and keep him alive against whomever's been sent to off him."