Coconut Fella

IC: Fate - Hallways "I don't believe in whimsical idealism. I only believe in what life has taught me so far." The stroking of the scarf had turned to clenching. "And life has taught me that only I have control over my fate. I did not survive to reach this far in life through other's sympathy."

IC: Fate - Hallways I eyed her with a slight degree of frost, though her last words chimed in my ears. "Destiny," I said, "Is not found by sitting by and allowing the world to dictate your actions. It is a purpose, the highest degree of your existence you can achieve. I know, more than most of my siblings, of making my own fate."

IC: Fate - Hallways "Perhaps. Destiny is a fickle thing, time will tell whether your story ends here or abroad."

IC: Fate - Hallways "Yes, this school does not have much in that regard." I mused. This rahk seemed considerably more docile, or rather, lacking in extraneous personality or outward display of character. A sign of maturity. "You are a veteran student then? Have you been here long?" I absent-mindedly began to stroke slightly at the scarf in my hands. The texture was quite a sensation. IC: Slif - Hallways Some way or another, that other rahkshi up and disappeared while I was taking a look at a big hammer. Ended up being that I just walked right out with it, pretty darn confused by his sudden disappearance. Oh well. The hammer felt pretty good actually, nice and weighty. I was giving it a good spin in my hands on my way to the dorms. If there was one thing I was still needing at this karz-hole, it was a bed. I mean, a friend would be great too, but so far it didn't seem much like anyone was interested in this meat-sack. I kept on walking until I came to what looked like an unoccupied room, just downwind of a few more rahk. Probably nothing going on over there... OOC: Zippy, this one actually wants a friend

IC: Tveke - Central Marketplace, Tesara "It's easy enough, but you're probably not gonna like it." Using the delicate prongs of my prosthetic hand, I removed a madu fruit from the cart. "These things may be intact, but that doesn't mean the insides aren't stirring. Frankly, any one of 'em could go off at any second." "So what we'll have to do is dispose of them by triggering the volatile substances inside, but from a distance, and in a clear area." If he was smart then he could see where this was going. "Any a your guards need some target practice?" IC: Threiaa - The Moa "Don't you wanna see what this thing is made of??" She said. A fiery glint was in her eyes as she pushed to grab Ailun's support, staring him down with a classical Skakdi grin. "And y'know, you made me the captain." IC: Bai Bai - Babylon, Whilst reaching for the... moon Babylon finally started lifting into the air, puttering away from the destruction. Cold sweat broke out on my forehead as I pressed on to safety. IC: 042 - Ground Zero, New Atero Her landing procedure was certainly not within typical regulations, but for the situation required, it would be excused. "Acknowledged," The guard said. Landing on the ground, 042 felt the impact through the functioning leg, and the strain that accompanied it. "For New Atero," 042 saluted, per custom. IC: Clos'utu - Capstone, Cliffside I'd already moved on from the three GSR folk, they had done nothing but sit and drink for the past hours I'd watched them. The turaga was interesting, but he was just a page in the book that I'd read another day. For now, I was scaling the rooftops, silently. The group I was watching at this moment weren't keeping the money they had close to their chest, which made them one of two things: a future resource, or a future employer. Figuring out which came sooner than later was what I had to do now... If anything, it was that scoped matoran that was really talking up his cash. If he wasn't more careful around these crowds, the situation might turn unfavorable for him real soon. I kept watch, eyes narrowed beneath the brim of my hat.

IC: Tveke - Central Marketplace, Tesara "Aha!" I shouted, swinging a wooden platform aside to find my cart, pressed against a building wall. By some miracle, it was still intact and upright, meaning none of the madu fruit had gone off in the attack. Of course, that did bring with it some unpleasant connotations... "I found it! Just like I left it." The cart came with me as I walked up to the guard. "Now all I gotta do is get rid a' these fruits." IC: Threiaa - The Moa "Are you kidding?? We could do something about this!" I came up to his side. "Imagine what koinda reward we could get for helping to kill this thing!" IC: 042 - New Atero 042 had never experienced something quite as terrifying as dangling from the side of a moving aircraft. The tension in the guard's frame showed as it's hands gripped at whatever it could. 042 remained stalwart regardless, refusing to give in to any emotions that could inhibit carrying out it's duty.

IC: Fate - Hallways "It's alright, I know the way. I will take him to our nurse." And that I did, escorting the gagging Rahkshi to the infirmary. When we arrived I let him stumble in on his own, not wanting to get caught up in any more medical business today. With that, I headed back to the dorms. Best to be nearby my tools if the spines malfunction, even if I have to deal with an oddly endearing, overly cheerful rahkshi. On my way back, I came across another rahk. This one seemed... tired. Worn. Theirs was not a kind destiny, it seemed. Kororia, and my dorm, were still another turn down the hallway, but I was intrigued. Naturally, I started conversation the one way I knew how. "Your suit," I said, "Is interesting. Though it seems well-worn." IC: Phantom - Ruins on the Water Phantom took off in a jog, trailing fog behind her. Gaever said they needed to find 'metal'. That was a pretty broad category. Thankfully, though, there was quite a bit of metal peppering the sooty, decrepit ground. Trampled tools, broken machines and trinkets, and even the occasional rahkshi suit part. Phantom loaded up her arms with whatever shiny matter she could find, all while avoiding the bits with conspicuously organic looking matter strung to them

IC: Threiaa - The Moa "Well-" The engines kicked, and roared. So much for that. They were clearly moving now. In the wrong direction. "Oy! Where d'you think we're going?" IC: Tveke - Central Marketplace, Tesara The kid was losing focus, staring into the desert. I was too busy worrying about my cart to think as to why. I just rolled my eyes, and kept searching through the broken carts.

IC: Tveke - Central Marketplace, Tesara "Right, you're on a' those... mimics, I guess. Dunno what else to call ya." My mouth was talking while my hands were rooting through debris. IC: Threiaa - The Moa "Show me how to fly and go coax 'em in person!" She said, picking herself up off the floor.

IC: 042 - Outside New Atero, Wastes The machine sighed, a sound between a synthetic whine and an air vent's exhaust. It was still clearly feeling dejected. Maxilos guard's purpose was to supervise and subdue lawbreakers. Though, the nagging weight of conscious thought and conscience made... alterations, to the parameters of operation. "Either way, I will need to be tied to the ship. For the meantime, I will focus upon directing citizens away from danger." IC: Threiaa - The Moa While Ailun was scrabbling to the controls, Threiaa was doing just as she said; closing up and tying down everything and anything in the vicinity. After the door was shut, the scrap haul was tied down immediately after. Best not to let that slide around while they were sitting pretty up in the bridge. As soon as that was done, she gave the hold one last look before diving down the hallways. It took her a bit longer, but she announced her presence on the bridge with a trip and heavy slap of her body on the ground. "How she doin' mate? Er, first mate?" IC: Bai Bai - Babylon Oh crow. The engines on this ship were so out of use, they hardly sputtered into action. Kind of a sad metaphor, I guess. I might ponder the poeticism if I weren't currently trying to run for my life. I sat and waited while the dust on the consoles slowly began to vibrate. IC: Tveke - Central Marketplace, Tesara "Geez you're skittish." I commented, noting the wince and stutter, and, well, the everything. "What brand a' madness put you in the guard, anyway?" IC: Clos'utu - Cliffside At the outskirts of cliffside, another pair of eyes stained the darkness purple, seemingly floating in the air. If you were to catch the beads of light, you'd think they might be a passing airship, or stars in the sky. Neither would be true. Eyes like these would never find a place in the heavens. On this night, these eyes had taken particular interest in the motley group of a Turaga, a Steltian, and one of the lesser known species of Mata Nui. The eyes were content on observing for now, shrouded by night and by cloth.

IC: Threiaa - The Moa The tower's collapse rumbled over the sand. Threiaa's eyes were wide beneath her goggles, dumbstruck by the monstrosity now assaulting the walls of New Atero. Ailun's voice refocused her, and she ran to take his place at the switch. "Get to the bridge and drive this thing, then!" Her voice rose, joining the cacophony of screams rolling in from the city, "I'll batton down the hatches," IC: Tveke - Central Marketplace, Tesara Sweepin the square with my sight, I followed after the guard. "What's your name again, bud?" I turned over a large tarp, and scowled at the obvious lack of "cart". "Don't remember if I've asked before," IC: 042 - The Wastes, Outside New Atero "I will survive, the damage is not critical to my continued existence." The guard hopped closer to the vessel. "However, I am a member of the guard too. I insist upon preventing a calamitous end to my city." Standing still with it's back to the ship, the robot dropped like a plank onto the ship's side. "Now tie me to your vessel. Please." IC: Bai Bai - Babylon The weird thing about owning an airship is that, without even having to move it anywhere, you automatically become a captain. Kind of an interesting fun fact, really. I've thought about it a lot, sitting in my "captain's chair" on the bridge, or in my "captain's quarters", lying on the "captain's bed" that I've formed an inverted shape of myself into. I really didn't think of these things as "the captain's", they were just mine. My chair, my bed, and so on and so on. Right at this moment, my robes and headgear lay haphazardly on the chair at my desk, while I lay in the scoop of my bed that hugged my short form. I'd already finished the papers I had on Great Being hygienics, so I was settled in for some pleasure reading to keep me occupied until fatigue took over and sent me sleeping. I'd felt better than I had all day. Until something shook the glasses from off my face. I didn't move, I just sat there, bewildered. What on bara magna was that?? Then another quake, followed by a blood-curdling shriek that echoed through the air. I was sprinting for the bridge in a triple heart-beat.

IC: Threiaa - The Moa "What the karz was that?" Threiaa said as Ailun darted out of the cargo hold. She followed after him, taking a moment to secure the Riveter at her waist. IC: Tveke - Alleys ---> Marketplace, Tesara I was in just as much of a rush to get back to the marketplace as I was to leave it. I skidded to halt in the square, greeted with deserted ruin. "Hoo boy. No wonder my mind slipped," I said.

Name: Clos'utu Species: Su-Turaga Gender: Female Powers: Weakened Plasma powers, proficient aim Gear: Classical Steltian Pistols: Outdated and decrepit pieces of Steltian history, Steltian Pistols absorb elemental energy directly from the user at all times, rather than holding a charge or any kind of battery. They are more effectively used in pairs for their quick fire rate, but naturally tax more energy. In this case, Clos'utu’s pistols are even older than most surviving models, bearing ornate handles and larger charging mechanisms. Built to last through lots of loving/handling. Fe Hammer: Sledge hammer with a plasma channel down its neck. Filling it will heat the hammer to burning temperatures, and splatter plasma on contact from vents in the faces. Chain attached to the base of the handle for easy carrying and added combat capacity.(can’t fill with plasma while only being held by chain) A worn, near-black purple cloak, tattered and patched. Clearly used to be for a larger person. A wide brimmed hat, loosely covering her face. Light armor additions. Noble Kanohi Volitak, Mask of Stealth Contained in the Jetpack: Canteens Twine Spurs(just in case) Pistol Cleaning KitPersonal Aircraft: Jetpack: Old Reliable Allegiance/Role: None, loner/scavenger/mercenary Appearance: Shrouded by her cloak and hat nearly everywhere she goes, Clos'utu prefers to keep her face and dilapidated frame beneath a veil of mystery. Her eyes glow softly purple in her soot-black face, and warm plasma is a nigh-constant addition to the corners of her mouth. Should she open her mouth, it would be just as bright and steaming as the magma from her hammer. Beneath her cloak, Clos'utu proves that age is in the state of mind. While most turaga sit in their wicker chairs and preach their “virtues”, lulling feeble minds into following their rules, Clos'utu performs every possible maintenance to keep her body in quality condition. Granted, she could not match the endurance or agility of a matoran, but her toned muscles will not be giving out on her any time soon. Personality: Clos'utu will hire out her services as a mercenary to any who provide her with drink or coin, barring seldom few exceptions. Guilt and shame are a dried river in her mind, but one that does seem to trickle into a creek once and again. She has little patience for idiocy, but enjoys seeing those who practice it suffer for their own whims. This can be anywhere from a simple misstep down the stairs, to a zamor to the face. Out of all things, she hates to sit still, and excersises and performs maintenance as much as she can to prevent her diminutive body from getting the best of her. Bio: Born into the world of Metru Nui industry, Clos'utu soon left the island to pursue adventure. The land south of civilization was largely unexplored, and the perfect forge to test adventurers in it’s fire. Clos'utu believed that she, more than anyone, would come to be a great explorer and lawmaker of the south. Things were not so simple though. As she went further down what is now known as “the old world”, life became increasingly more difficult. This was not unexpected, so she pressed forward. Eventually finding her way to Stelt, a wicked place of villainy and cruelty, she sought out making the island into something more respectable. Naive optimism and idealistic dreams were crushed by the ruthless mirth and devilishness of the Steltian populace. Even among her own species, she was rejected and dismissed as little more than a feeble joke. She left the island with a pair of stolen pistols and a string of mockery trailing behind her, but the fire in her eyes only glowed brighter. Journeying further south to where her name had not been tossed about the streets like an old rag collecting dirt with every hand it changed, she fought obtain greater might and respect. She traveled as far as the volcanic islands, mapping out what she could and taming the wild with fervor all the way. It was there, in the islands, that she met her destiny, and became a Toa. She once again set out for Stelt. With the pistols she bore now infused with her plasma abilities and a churning pit of spite in her chest, she set about turning Stelt’s hierarchy upside-down. More intent to punish the inhabitants and acquire retribution than establishing peace, she played her game from the shadows, learning the ways of her kanohi and utilizing the conditions of light and day with her wardrobe. Mirroring how the island had viewed her in the past, they saw her as a looming danger in the shadows. Clos'utu operated like this until the GSR came to rest up on the sandy dunes of Bara Magna. Learning of the plight of Toa in this land, and predicting the oncoming battle with Marendar, Clos'utu found a way to pawn her Toa power off to several matoran, more in an effort to preserve her own life than to increase the numbers to fight the machine. Living in a hovel in Capstone, she has once again been forgotten by the populace, but she prefers it this way now. Name: The Truth Model: Jetpack Weaponry: N/a Customization: N/a Appearance: As weathered and cared for as Clos’utu’s pistols, the dark orange wood decor highlights against the almost black purple casing. -------------- First draft me fellows

... Dangit

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IC: Tveke - Second Breath --> Alleyways, Tesara "Thanks bud," I said on my way out. Not wasting any time waiting for the guard to collect himself, I started walking. IC: Threiaa - The Moa, Wastes Threiaa barked out a good few laughs. "Yeah, that you should. No promises that I won't give you a few pointers on bridge design, tho."

IC: 042 - Outside New Atero, Wastes Oh, this "Armani" was quite larger than 042 had expected. Larger than most inhabitants of the universe that it had encountered. A mental note was made to make the best attempts never to irk her. The machine saluted, and said, "Soldier Maxilos 042, acknowledging Lieutenant Armani," "My ship was destroyed while pursuing an interloper, as well as both legs suffering critical damage. I am certainly in need of transport."

IC: Phantom - The Forge --> Ruins on the Water The amnesiac beamed in response. Gaever was proving herself to be much kinder than she may believe herself to be, at least in Phantom's mind. She had certainly noticed the fleeting moments of despair in her eyes, though she didn't quite have the word to describe it yet. Without really responding, still smiling from corner to corner, she jumped backwards off of the roof, landing on both feet with a solid 'thud'. Never any qualms with heights, this girl.

IC: Bai Bai - The Tower --> Babylon, New Atero Acknowledging the lack of response from the secretary, I scuttled out of the tower. Hopefully today hasn't affected my career too much, and Hakzann hasn't decided to terminate my services, or demote me to maintenance, or banish me to the outskirts for intruding on important matters- Okay, that last one was ridiculous. But I still couldn't help but worry. Especially now that the sun was going down, and no one was out in the streets... I gave myself a little psychic lift to lighten my step, sprinting back home to the comfort of Babylon. IC: Tveke - Second Breath, Tesara "Alright, I was following you up 'til Mata Nui came back. How is that possible? He'd have to have landed somewhere, built up a strong enough support..." I trailed off. More of the picture was clear to me again. "Karz, that's exactly what happened, isn't it. This is that stinking planet where nothing but the driest weeds and thistles grow." Finally, I was caught up to the present. Or at least, I was fairly positive I was. "And you're that guard, the one that was thinking of buying from my stan- MY STAND!" Oh karzhani's bleeding pump systems, my cart was still in the courtyard. I needed that thing! Who knows if it had gone up in smoke, or even contributed to the explosions... And I had taken one of the guards away from the conflict, and his job. "Look, buddy, I'm sorry about leadin' you over here. My, uh, mind isn't what it used to be. Takes me back to different times, back in the old world. Could ya help a gearhead out tho', and find my cart? I'll be needin' that to live y'know." IC: Threiaa - The Moa, Wastes Despite her gift in engineering, she hardly felt capable of directing the machine that is a crew. But now she felt a sense of obligation to the admittedly sad looking Matoran, after his hospitality. "Ya think... I could do a good job? Captainin' an airship loike this?" IC: 042 - Outside New Atero, Wastes A lone ship hung in the waning light of the dusk sky. 042 eyed the vessel as it traced looping patterns in the sky with it's exhaust. If the machine could attract it's attention somehow, it might find a way to survive the night... But soon that proved unnecessary, as the ship sped to Maxilos 042's position, landing alongside it. The ship bore the symbol of New Atero, and from what it could see of the pilot, they appeared to have the uniform of a New Atero guard. Perhaps salvation had arrived. "Are you of the New Atero guard?" 042 called out over the sound of engines puttering.

IC: Tveke - Second Breath "Old world?" My brow furled at these words. I didn't know why, but he was starting to make sense for some reason. And he was becoming oddly familiar... Against my better judgement, I lowered my arm, but still eyed the lad cautiously. "Alright, I still don't trust you, but something about this is starting to make sense." The landscape was becoming more familiar too. I recognized the mountain ranges in the distance, even if I couldn't name them. "What exactly happened?" IC: Threiaa - The Moa Oh. Suddenly things started to make more sense. Laughing nervously, Threiaa sought for some more clarification. "Hah hah... when did that happen, again? Did we have some koind of agreement, or... what? Help me out here."

IC: Bai Bai - The Tower, New Atero Finally reaching the bottom, I was greeted by the secretary. Or... not. "Um... Armani took care of my reports, just so you know. They weren't late." IC: Tveke - Second Breath "A shop? Really?" I said, no degree of sarcasm dripping from my mouth whatsoever. None at all. "What do I sell at this, 'shop', huh? Fancy shell necklaces?" OOC: Threiaa coming soon

IC: Fate - Hallways "I am called Fate." I said, bowing my head slightly, "I had heard, I was merely... distracted."

IC: 042 - Outside New Atero 042 continued to trudge through the desert. Neither leg would last for much longer. ... It would be nice to have an energy hound right now. IC: Bai Bai - The Tower, New Atero I stood at the top of the stairs, awkwardly. There wasn't much left to do, except to maybe find those refreshments. My feet took to the steps slowly, and carefully. I didn't really want any food right now, that sandwich from a while ago was still sitting in my stomach. As was my heart, at the moment. Hakzann and Armani had both been very gracious, but I just knew that I'd made a fool of myself. I'll probably end up drowning myself in literature and tears come tonight. Checking my progress out a window, I was still very high up. I grimaced. At this rate, I'd think myself into a weeping stupor. OOC: Makin' her way downstairs, walkin' fast 042 is still open for interaction. If night falls and creatures attack, he's probably done for. Unless his hard drive is salvageable afterwards, idk

IC: Fate - Hallways "So it's a kind of garb, then?" I picked up the offered "scarf", feeling it again. The closest thing I could compare it to were the sheets of the infirmary. It occurred to me, in that moment, that things like this might be common knowledge to other Rahk. "Thank you." Rarely did I have the opportunity to say those words, in that particular order anyway.

IC: Fate - Hallways I blinked in contained surprise. She had mentioned weapons forging, so I had expected as much, but not... this. I took the cloth in my hands. It was quite soft. "I should say I do." ". . . What is it?"