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Grab all the masks I can get my hands on~

IC: Silo - Ta-Wahi Yes...it must be something about his armour...or the way he spoke, maybe? His accent seems foreign. "Really?" I ask idly, searching my mind. He looks like the goody-goody kinda toa: I mean you'd have to be with such a pristine white cape, just asking to be dirtied. I pause for a second, eyebrow raised. "Say...you don't happen to be part of a toa team, do you?

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riprip my sweet prinse

IC: Silo - Ta-Koro As I'm reading, absorbing petty scraps of information at a cynically slow pace, I'm so absorbed myself that I don't notice the bulky Ba-Toa I knock into until I've done so. I glare at them, but it's only a half-hearted glare, and only for show - I'm sure I've already told you that I'm in an uncharacteristically good mood. Still, words of mild annoyance are forming in my mouth, but, looking at this stranger, I stop myself: there's something odd, and oddly familiar about him...no, it's not the strange stain on his mask...and no, it's not the silly cape...something about his armour, perhaps? It reminds me of something else, but I can't think what. I pause for a second as we look at each other, but finally say "Do I know you?" in a slightly bored-sounding voice. OOC: Skooooooooooooooooooooooorrrrmmmmmmm

Well, by coincidence, Skorm, another cloaked, brooding Ba-Toa that's tried to kill Casanuva and has recently turned over a new leaf is around, interacting with M!st's character. ooh, I'll see about that also can't wait for the mysteriously hinted endgame revelation

looks to be a combiner model

k, I finally got round to making another Silo (that merc guy who just got out of prison) post in Ta-Koro and he's open for interaction so someone interact with him pls

IC: Silo - Ta-Koro I have to admit that there's a slight swagger to my stride as I step into Ta-Koro, that fiery fortress of a city. I know deep down that I'm getting overconfident, but I don't care! For now, at least, I'll savour the taste of smug victory, and enjoy the next couple of days. Yes...and when I find Rekhyt, I'll have a chance to catch up on current events. On the other hand, there might be another way, I think as I catch sight of a stand selling news-tablets. I don't have more than a few widgets on me, left over from my satchel's supply - almost all were paid to that irksome guard, with only those in my pocket left. If I bother to pay just to get informed, I'll be penniless...but I don't want to nick something just yet: I've had enough of cells for one day. No, no, I won't do it. I won't. ... OK, I just might. I help the salesman up as he mysteriously trips over his own feet, falling especially heavily onto the ground. I give him my best smile as he thanks me profusely, my body hiding the tablet I slip into my bag. See? I've always been a model citizen, I reflect as I continue on my journey, reading the tablet thoughtfully. I know, its bad: I should be able to resist myself, stop myself randomly committing what some people might call crimes. But unfortunately I'm in too much of a good mood at the moment to let my basically flawed character bring my down, so I carry on my way, mulling over what my next course of action will be. All the while I'm scrutinizing the news, looking for anything other than run-of-the-mill reports and everyday articles whose relevance to the bigger picture is nil. OOC: Silo, a merc who has just got out of jail, is open for interaction with anyone in Ta-Koro

IC: Snake - Kaam A mind reader? Wonderful... I think as I try my best at the ultimately doomed task of keeping my mind blank.

wow, this is incredible - a lot of work and a very creative idea

IC: Snake - Kaam

awesome - I really like the way you used the Kraahkans, not to mention the painted mask. Keep up the good work

this is looking really cool bit of a shame the okoto map is gone tho...

IC: Snake - Kaam I frown, muscles tense.

OOC: Release from prison approved by Gear... IC: Silo - Onu-Koro I’m grinning as I stand ready, the cage-like gate sliding open. I’m grinning because the guards are refusing to look me in the eye. I’m grinning at the way they flinch as I stretch my arms above my head and let out a yawn. I’m grinning even as they say my inmate number and anxiously beckon me forwards. I’m grinning - and you might even call it leering at this point - as I stride down the featureless corridor. And even when dizziness hits me in tidal waves, my face is fixed in a wolfish grin. Maybe it’s my grin that’s unnerving my captors so much, because they certainly don’t look happy. Maybe it’s the way I seize my mask as they hand it to me, smile stretching from ear to ear. Perhaps the reason their faces look frightened is my cold, polite silence, or my measured, purposeful movements. But more likely, the one on the left is agitated because he is afraid of being caught taking a bribe from a prisoner, and the one on the right is frightened of the fate that’s been promised if he doesn’t play along. Suffice to say, I reflect as my weapons are handed to me, that someone is going to lose their job, and possibly their head, after I have departed. And of course, soon I do depart, after filling out some paperwork that is doomed to fail in its task of saving the two guards from punishment. Oh well. They were a necessary sacrifice. Ever noiseless, I step back into Onu-Koro for the first time in...weeks? Months? Time has blurred, but it doesn’t matter. Making no sound, I stalk along the empty lane, cast into never-ending night. I’m still smirking and speechless, but I’m finding it hard keep my cool exterior. I can’t believe it! Just like that! I just...walked out...I increase my pace to get away from the Prison as I try to contain my laughter. Walk, walk. Faster, faster. At last, once I’m just out of earshot, I can’t contain it any more: the tranquility of Onu-Koro’s obsidian streets is broken by peals of cacophonous guffawing. I double up, hands on knees, laughing until tears come to my eye. Just like that! I’m such a cynic I wouldn’t have thought it possible...if I were an imbecile, I’d say it was a miracle from Mata-Nui. Luckily, I’m not. Admittedly slightly overcome, I raise a hand to my mask, feeling the familiar ridges of my scar as I feel power from my Kanohi flow back through my veins. I let out another chuckle, and straighten up, sighing contentedly. So, I contemplate, where to now? The last I heard from Rekhyt was Ta-Koro...he mentioned a mercenary organisation. Perhaps Ta would be the next logical step...and it would be good to catch up with recent events: the Battle of Ko-Koro, for which Phantom left a week or two ago, was reported to be ill-fated. Such a shame. But it begs the question, what else have I missed? My payed guard can only be so reliable, and so knowledgeable. Hmmm...and the rumours about the Vault, let us not forget, may have since developed into slightly more than rumours. So much opportunity! I can hardly contain myself! I smile inwardly as I realise how long it’s been since I’ve felt like this, how long it’s been since I’ve been out of that lackluster cell. I’m like an excited child on Naming Day, who is just resisting tearing his present open. And let me tell you, I won’t resist for long - once I find Rekhyt and these so called mercenaries, I’ll be back in gear, and I’ll be back for good. No more silly toa, no more unexciting prisons. I’ll show them what being a mercenary is, I think, a smug and slightly amused expression reappearing on my face. So, to Ta-Koro then? Yes, I think so. OOC: Silo to Ta-Wahi

. . . the return . . .

This is really cool and professional looking - I especially love how recognizable it is while not looking emotionless and solid. Great work

I think that was supposed to be "hit the lever". Still, lever is pronounced really weird. Pretty sure that's just the British pronunciation...and I'm pretty sure the voice actor is British, after all. Personally I like the fact that the toa all speak differently...would you really prefer it if their voices were all identical? That just seems silly.

OOC: thanks IC: Snake - Kaam "Right, OK." For a second I thought I might not get an answer, which wouldn't have exactly improved my confidence in asking questions in the first place - there's always that moment when you can't tell if they're ignoring you, thinking, or just haven't heard you, and are unsure whether to repeat the question or just stay silent. Know what I mean? No? Well there are more pressing matters at hand.

IC: Snake - Forest of Kaam (^: OOC: MIND REPLYING TO SHIELD OR SNAKE ANYONE

IC: Maripi - Sado Rooftops, over alley My heart skips a beat as I catch sight of Askha...and three others. The loyalist Menti is there, but I can't see my token. Then there's another from the battle. The third...seems strangely familiar, but I can't place where I've seen her. I creep to the edge of the roof completely silently, observing the three attackers. My heart races as my muscles tense. I'm tired, but I can do this. I think. At once I pour all my strength into telekinetically grabbing the two closest Menti*, trying to fling them off of their feet and backwards, away from Askha, into the wall below me. In a split second I've hopped back out of sight. I land lightly on my mask-assisted feet, expecting to hear the crunch of the loyalists' sudden impact. But I can't wait - if they stay conscious they'll likely try to find where that attack came from, and I'll be getting a taste of my own medicine. I've got to move. OOC: * that's Hanabe and Higashi...I think

IC: Maripi - Sado rooftops At last I get a good vantage point. I look down at the place the battle occurred. I can't see Askha or that dog of a Menti. I scowl, realising how much panic is building up in my mind. Surely the token and Askha don't mean that much to me? My subconscious seems to disagree.

get a weird sense of deja vu if the Av-Matoran Build was reintroduced, you would...

I slap the mask and take the mask. my mask~