Jakura Nuva

IC: Varan The muaka began to tire, it's rage slowing. It had run, non-stop, for hours in a blind fury, but it had now finally accepted the burden on it's back , and now simply staggered forward, unaware of much thanks to it's fatigue. Finally, Varan had reached his destination. Nimbly, he leaped from the back of the large cat and onto the tree beside him. His Mask of Stealth was activated, and the Rahi saw nothing. But it indeed felt the heaviness upon it's back lifted, and as soon as it did, the muaka froze, sniffed the air, and then quickly sprang forward into the jungle, happy to be free from the heaviness. Varan sneered at the animal's stupidity. Varan then began to climb the trunk, his claws digging deeply into the bark of the enormous tree. He moved fast, making his way towards the village of Le-Koro.

IC: Varan The muaka was starving, that much was evident from it's thin frame, slobbery jaws, and watery eyes as it approached the meat lying on the ground. Normally, a muaka would be more cautious - but to Varan's fortune, this muaka could care less. It gobbled the carcass, eating every piece and barely stopping to chew. The muaka considered itself lucky, for sure, as it would have died if it had not found food. But no, death wasn't on the menu fro this Rahi. Something worse was. At that moment, Varan leaped from the shadows, deactivating his Volitak and jumping atop the creature, quickly throwing a vine around it's mouth as a bit. The creature howled furiously and attempted to throw Varan off, but the tall Toa refused to be shaken. He clenched the vine hard, and dug his heels into the sides of the muaka to sturdy himself. And then Varan's plan began to fall into place. The confused and enraged muaka began to run blindly, not caring where it was going, just wanting to escape Varan. And Varan used that to his advantage, steering the creature to the direction of Le-Koro.

OOC: IKR? I'll PM you why I asked Varan waited in a ditch, his mask concealing him. He had managed to slaughter a Rahi and lie the eat on the ground. Now he just had to wait.

IC: Varan's sharp eye sight pierced the skies, searching desperately for a sign of the village of Le-Koro. However, Le-Koro was designed to be relatively impossible to see from any perspective, and Varan was about to give up hope. At the last moment, though, he noticed something out of place, something that a normal being wouldn't see. A lone Gukko bird, flying above the treetops, and suddenly disappearing into a clump of trees beneath it. Gotcha. Time to hunt. But first he needed a ride. Varan climbed down and got low to the ground. It was time for his awful experiences learning to survive in Le-Koro to pay off. Cupping his hands to him mouth, Varan emitted a horrifying, curdling howl, that shook the tress to their roots. It was meant to replicate a dying Rahi, and Varan knew the predators would come. OOC: Requiem, tell me you've heard the song "Crashed" by Daughtry.

IC: Varan tromped through the jungle, his cloak swaying around him as the humid breeze ruffled his hood. his enormous feet trampled any thing underneath, and his arms cleared brush like swatting flies. His thin frame would seem to suggest less strength, but nothing was further from the truth. He stopped in front of a large tree, it's roots crawling across the ground for many yards. With his sharp claws, he began to climb like an animal, his chicken-styled legs moving fast with his arms. To see a being so tall do this was... amusing, at most. But not with Varan. With him, it was horrific. As he reached the top, he scanned the skies for Le-Koro.

OOC: Thank you When Varan sat up from the ground, he felt new energy seep from his limbs. His body was now just a tad larger but twice as much power flowed through it. He uttered a quick prayer in thanks to the Master, then, determined to finish his final quest and join the Master, Varan picked his spear from the ground and headed for Le-Koro once again.

IC: "Oh, Master." Varan bowed low to the ground, his eyes spilling tears in awe of the great, dark being in front of him. The Master stood tall, his ruby eyes glowing as bright as the sun. He towered over Varan's small-in-comparison frame, and filled most of the shadowy "room" they were in. "It is good to see you, my son. have you got the mask?" Varan nodded and sat up straight. "Of course, my Master." He drew it from his sack, and floated it up to the Master using gravity. "Here it is" The Master took it and studied it, then smiled. "Good job, my son. Your task is complete. Here is your reward." The Master waved his hand out and bathed Varan in an incredibly black darkness, swallowing him with pain. But when it ended, Varan felt power within him. "Master..." "I have bathed you with my Greatness, oh Chosen One. Your power is now greater than before. And your next task is ready." The master turned his back and said, "You have done well, my son. But your greatest task - or tasks - are upon you." Varan stood and said confidently, "I will do anything for my Savior, oh Master." The Master turned to face Varan. "Your next job," he boomed, "Is to exterminate Ba-Toa Zeth and Ko-Toa Veneras." In a blast of shadow, Varan returned, gasping hard and fully healed, back into reality.

IC: Varan sat with his legs crossed inside a ring of candles, his eyes cloudy and his breath short. He had painted a symbol on his forehead with fruit juice, and removed his cloak so that he could be fully open to the Master. He brought out two pieces of charred wood, and roughly struck them across each other. A flame was produced. he carefully held it over a single candle, and the blaze caught, scattering to all of the other candles and encircling him in a blaze of smoke. He held a wooden bowl high over his head, filled with herbs and liquids, chanted something, and then held the bowl under the main candle until the ingredients boiled. Then, with a shout of opening, Varan poured the concoction down his throat, scalding it horribly. But the pain disappeared as soon as he breathed in the smoke of the candles. His head swam, and he began moving at high speed towards... something. Someone. In an instant, he found himself bowing before his Master.

IC: Varan awoke, his head aching and his arm throbbing like mad. His thin frame seemed bruised all over, and he considered remaining there until help came; after all, what good is a mercenary if he's dead? But then he remembered the other proverb: "A mercenary caught is a mercenary killed." Despite the horrible pain cascading down his limbs, Varan managed to rise. When he stood,he noticed that his right arm was bleeding through it's bandages. That wasn't good. He also noticed that he was in the the middle of uncharted Le-Wahi jungle. That wasn't good either. But he raised himself in these forests, and by the Master he would make it. The Master.... Varan realized it was time to converse with his beloved Master. With a confident step forward, Varan began searching for herbs.

IC: Although he had been confident, Varan knew that the truth was painful. Literally. He tried to keep himself conscious, but it was no use. He lost control, and the Gukko bird began to descend, until it finally reached the ground, dumped Varan off, and left. And Varan was stranded, unconscious and at the mercy of the wild Rahi of Le-Wahi. OOC: You can save him if you want to, Req

IC: Varan Varan may have been intelligent, but he was far from perfect. And he couldn't resist the oppurtunity to gloat. So he turned around with the Gukko - making sure to keep a protective gravity field around him - And flew right in front of the platform. "Zeth," he roared over the sound of beating wings, "next time you supsect something of someone... don't hesitate." He then cackled, a most horrible and frightening sound, and whipped the Gukko around into full speed. He bolted away, his evil laughter emanating across the wind.sky.

OOC: Sorry about Zeth IC: Varan Varan thought he was free, but all of a sudden, he felt himself being pulled super fast towards the ground. He tried to slow himself with his own powers, but it wasn't soon enough, and he landed hard on his arm. He yelped as the armor cracked, and he knew immediately it was broken. He quickly ripped a shred of cloth from his cloak and bound his arm, and then tried to keep running. But the pain was over coming him, and he knew he would drop soon. Almost when he lost hope, Varan noticed he was coming to the part where the branches stopped - he had arrived at a port. Without hesitation, he ignored the pain and began to run at top speed, and then launched himself from the edge of the Matoran-made platform. To any person watching, it would have been a horrific sight, watching a Toa commit suicide. But to some one who kept watching, they would have seen him whistle... and they would have seen the large Gukko bird that swept down and caught him, and flew him into the air.

"No matter," Varan said, turning back around. Then, fast as lightning, he whipped around with his palm extended and flung Zeth back by using gravity. With the powerful Toa now stunned and away, he moved in on the Matoran, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him high. He snarled into his face. "Don't trifle with the Shadows." He then flung him across the treetops and, activating his Mask of Stealth, fled. He didn't like bringing attention to himself - or fleeing, for that matter - but if he hadn't taken those measures he would never had shaken the two.

Varan stopped short and turned slightly, his sensitive hearing picking up the Matoran's whisper. "I... beg your pardon?" He said, his sharp tone hinting threat.

OOC: I like your description of Varan, Requiem IC: Varan Varan made a low, rumbling sound deep within his throat, a mix between a growl and a chuckle. He stood up straight, his cloak covering his expose, battle-scarred body and replied, "Varan." At first, he cursed himself for revealing his name, but he knew that it made no real difference. The look of the two beings, however, was enough to make him gag. So noble, that other Ba-Toa, so straight and heroic. He may not have been as tall as himself, but he was much more striking. And that Matoran, the definition of innocence. He wanted to kill them both right then and there, but he knew it was a fool's thought in this kind of crowd. Varan nodded at both beings and rumbled, "Have a nice day," and started to leave.

IC: Varan Varan acted quickly, knowing the scream would draw guards; and attention was something he didn't need. He ransacked the Le-Matoran bar-owner's things, until he found it: A large Kanohi mask, a prize certainly worth a few thousand. He stuffed it in his satchel and burst from the room. He sped down the long tunnel, and then cautiously stepped back into the bar itself. As he made his way to the main exit, though, he heard a yelp from behind him. He turned and saw a door slam shut to his right. He walked towards it and stepped through. On the ground before him was a young Matoran, dazed and lying on the ground. And standing before the Matoran was a Toa. A Toa of Gravity, like himself. He kept his surprise to himself, and, leaning casually on his spear, chuckled and said to the two beings, "Well, well. What do we have here?"

IC: Varan "Right this way. He told me you were coming," the Matoran was whispering to Varan. They were walking down a long, dark corridor built underneath the bar with the thick branches of Le-Koro. "Didn't know you'd be so -" he looked Varan over, "imposing, though." Varan nodded. "Fear is a great ally, Matoran. Remember that." The Matoran smirked. "So I hear." He stopped in front of a large curtain. "He's in there; I'll leave you two alone." The Matoran than left. Varan stepped through the curtain, and a pompous, strangely large Le-Matoran, dressed in gaudy bling, was sitting there behind a large desk, tapping his fingers on the surface. "Ah, Varan," he said, his voice low and nasally. "I've been waiting." Varan nodded. "Of course. Question is, why did you summon me here?" The Matoran leaned forward, the smoke from the dim candles curling around his mask. "I wanted to hire you." But the expression on the Le-Matoran's face changed to surprise when Varan began to laugh, a scornful, harsh sound. "Now, let's see," he said, moving forward slowly, the candles flickering. "Why the sudden interests in my service? Archenemy? Employee that quit? Or is it... that you heard the rumors." He leaned on his spear a wicked grin crossing his mask. The Matoran stuttered, "W-what do you mean? I-I heard of - er - no such - " Varan then disappeared. The Le-Matoran blinked thrice, his mind racing. All of a sudden, the candles winked out. But before he could react, he felt a blade against his neck. "A little advice, my fat friend... when you hear word that I'm coming after you, you never - ever - attempt to deceive me. The only thing you can do..." he pressed the blade harder and whispered into the horrified Matoran's ear, "... is try to run." And with a terrible scream that shook the room, a head rolled.

Strakk, and I bought him with my own money right at the end of 2008

OOC: Ah, Toatapio. Been awhile IC: Varan The cloaked Toa sat down at the table closest to him within the bar. A Le-Matoran waiter approached him slowly, his hands quaverimg. "Hello today, um... noble Toa. Can I - er - get you anything?" The Toa looked almost amused for a moment, and then leaned close, causing the Matoran to flinch. "I would like... Truth." The Matoran's eyes widened, and after glancing around nervously, he answered, "Right this way."

IC: Varan Varan strode forth into the clearing, where multiple travelers were cramming into lifts to be taking high into the Le-Koro tree-village. They saw him coming and nervously split. The few unlucky ones who didn't see him were unfortunate enough to have to ride with him in the lift. He stood motionless as the young Ga-Matoran beside him trembled, scared to death. He directed his red gaze towards her, and a faint, almost inaudible squeal passed her lips. "Something wrong, little one?" His voice was baritone and metallic, cold and hard as steel. The Ga-Matoran flinched. "Nothing...sir," she replied after awhile. "Of course," he droned. When the lift came to a stop, the Matoran fled away and Varan chuckled. How droll. He walked through the village, his cloak flowing, and the Matoran around stared in fear. They knew this being, if only from the terrible legends. He had come for one of them. Taking a final look around, he swept into the large hut to his right, disappearing from view. OOC: looking for interaction

IC: Varan A tall, lean, and cloaked figure slipped through the jungle, his feet making no sound as he slid down a vine-covered slope and made his way through and across the foliage. The breeze rippled his hood, and red eyes peered from underneath. His fists were clenched, his respiratory device making the whoosh sound that accompanied him when he breathed. His shoulders swung slowly, side to side, with a certain menace and hatred that only he could manage. He was headed for Le-Koro.

OOC: Anyone who can start an RP session with me? Hey, I saw your character entry on the BZRPG wiki!

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