Jakura Nuva

IC: Varan Varan looked over to Zeth - his target. He began to move towards him. Varan's face was completely infected, with dark green lines running up and down it. His body was thin and lanky, but large-scaled. He had chicken-styled, double jointed legs (OOC: Think of General Grievous) and his limbs were ridged. He was so thin that he looked like a ghost. The infection was alsp spread among the rest of his body in mass tumors. Varan growled and began to move towards Zeth.

OOC: Yes. In a way, it was almost as though he were holding back, and now his powers are on the fritz. IC: Kaama Kaama was falling downwards, faster and faster as he approached the floor of the jungle. He gave a sharp whistle, and suddenly a bird appeared from the brush. He landed on it, and whipped it forward. The bird whisked him into the air and above the treetops. He had to get to the Master, and he knew that there was nothing more in Le-Koro. OOC: Kaama to Po-Koro IC: Varan Master, Varan screamed in his mind, HELP ME!!! But no reply came. The gravitational field began to warp Varan himself. His armor shrieked against the force of his uncontrolled rage, and blood began to flow. And then, his cloak was ripped from his body and shredded into oblivion by the gravity field. A gravity shield worked it's way around Varan's body until anything that came into contact with it would be forced back by gravity. And then he looked up, the hood no longer concealing his face.

IC: Varan Varan managed to dodge the blast once more, but the razor disk caught him off guard and sliced through his mask. In a shower of sparks and purple, wispy energy, the mask split in half and fell to the ground. Varan had lost his Kanohi. A horrific scream sounded from Varan as he pulled his hood completely over his face in terror. His powers began to go wild, and a gravity storm emerged. Trees and leaves began whipping around and pulling themselves apart. Everything swirled around Varan in a massive torrent of destruction. As he fell to his knees, amidst the chaos, Kaama (doing his best to remain unseen and unheard) courageously rushed forward and ripped the satchel from Varan's back; he then cut a hole through the platform they were on and dropped down through it, and disappeared. But Varan, as strong in fear now as in rage, took no notice. He simply continued his screaming.

IC: Varan Varan dodged the blast as it flew past his mask, scorching him slightly but not enough to stop him. He swept his hands forward and called upon gravity, directing it towards Chivinix in an attempt to weigh him down too much to move.

IC: Varan "I said... LEAVE." Varan noticed something strange with the creature, and decided not to attack - yet.

IC: Varan ignored the question. "Leave."

IC: Varan already stood before the door, while Kaama crouched, afraid, in the corner. Varan tilted his head to the side a little like a curious Kavinika, and leaned on his spear. His cloak swirled in the wind. "Well... hello." He smiled like a madman.

IC: "Oh, mighty Varan!" Kaama fell to his knees and bowed to the tall Ex-Toa. "Thank the Master you're - " "Silence, worm!" Varan shouted. He rushed forward at amazing speed and grabbed the frightened Kaama by the neck. "If you told a single being about me, you piece of - " "Me?" Gasped Kaama. "No - never, m-mighty Toa. I swear." Varan dropped Kaama. He didn't like using brute force when it wasn't necessary, but he had a reputation to think of. "Good. Remember who it is you serve, little one. Now... I have conversed with the Master already." He grinned maliciously. "And our next target is confirmed."

IC: The shades on the windows began to rattle, and the horrible smell of scorched ashes burst into the hut. Kaama immediately doubled over in coughing, and when he rose, a large figure loomed over him, his red eyes glowing brightly. "Hello... little friend." Varan hissed.

OOC: He was pursuing Kaama

IC: Kaama Kaama knelt in front of the altar before him. The candles surrounding released a fragrant smell, and the smoke curled around Kaama's meditating body. His eyes were half-closed, his leges folded in his lap. He stared into the eyes of the Volitak mounted on the altar in front of him.

OOC: Technically, he is still outside.

OOC: I believe it is Varan

IC: Kaama Kaama grabbed a vine and skittered up it, and then began the swing to his village. He swung like the wind, the wind whistling past his mask. His nerves were stirred, and he needed to meditate. He arrived at his hut, a small dwelling on the middle of a large branch. The only way in was to swing over and through the doorway.

IC: Varan Varan finally reached the bar, and stretched his sore arms. It had taken a lot of stealthy sneaking to get here, even while invisible. but he was here.

IC: Varan Varan continued to walk along the village, careful not to come in physical contact with any Matoran, lest they discover him. He made his way towards the bar, in hopes of finding Kaama. The little wretch may be the only one who knew him well, and thus was a danger to his safety. He had to pay the Matoran to keep him quiet - or else kill him.

IC: Kaama Kaama watched as the two moved towards the booth where Varan had sat shortly before being led to the room of the barkeeper. He was filled of shame for not putting up a fight or at least misleading the duo, but he was nothing short of a coward, and knew it. Thus, he decided that it was his duty to find Varan and alert him of the pair searching for him. He quickly scuttled out of the bar, on a mission to find Varan and alert him.

IC: Kaama And now he asked it. Kaama knew it was coming, but he had hoped to pass over it. Now Varan would be found, and Kaama would be punished. "O-over there." He lowered his head. But then, he sneered to himself. They would indeed find Varan...but that doesn't mean they would get him alive. IC: Varan Varan finished his climb, emerging through the voliage and into a large clearing of Le-Koro. He saw no other Matoran around, which was good. The village was indeed large, but talk spread fast among the Le-Matoran. He would have to remain elusive. Varan fully activated his mask, allowing him to disappear, his breathing becoming silent as well. The only indication of him being there was his shadow; however, with all of the overhanging foliage, it blended right in with the shadows of the leaves, and any normal person wouldn't know the difference. And so, he began his trek back to the bar.

IC: Kaama Kaama gulped. This was getting out of hand. "I'm afraid the only thing he touched that is still in this bar is the glass he used - and I've already washed it."

IC: Kaama "Uh - uh, sure! Search all you like!"

IC: Kaama Now Kaama really did draw a blank. "Uh... he - traded it with someone in here for something else. A sort of - meeting thing."

IC: Kaama "Oh - oh, o-of course! Oh, heck of a guy, that Varan; quiet, but sincere! Oh, he just sort of... uh, ordered a drink, and kind of just - hung around, heh." It,of course, sounded ridiculous, but Kaama was not much of a story teller.

OOC: It's a bar IC: Kaama Kaama stuttered, taken aback by the Matoran's abrupt question. "Uh...w-what Toa? You'll have to be more specific, sir, seeing as how I have many customers - "

OOC: Of course. IC: Kaama Kaama was busy washing out a glass when he saw a customer enter. He went to greet him, leaving the job to another Matoran there. "Good day, sir. May I help you?" He asked politely.