Vestak

IC: Jalkron

Jalkron examine the grate, checking for any release mechanisms that could send them plummeting into the water below.

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Without a word, Jalkron continues down the tunnel, silent as the darkness ahead.

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"I have a mask of sonar.  I will stay ahead, and if there are any traps I can tell you to stop and I will destroy them before you trigger them.  It's a simple as that."  as Zaara pokes the plant, Jalkron flattens part of his staff into a blade, hoping he won't have to use it.

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"They appear to be light sensitive and I think they set of the trap.  I would advise against touching them."  Jalkron puts out his lightstone so he won't accidently set of any traps and walks ahead, staying in the dark.

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Jalkron turned to look at Red, his indignant look barely hidden by his hood, which is only slightly terrifying due to the shadows cast by the other's lightstones.  "Any chance?  You insult me."  With that Jalkron reaches out with his power and warps the mechanisms inside the wall, accompanied by a horrible groaning noise.  "If anyone triggers them now the trap will tear itself apart."  Jalkron snorts in derision quietly to himself, muttering, "Any chance, ha!" as he picks up Aokora's lightstone and hands it back to her.  Without another word he continues down the dark tunnel, knocking the plants aside with his staff to avoid touching them.

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Jalkron steps back as the door opens.  He looks at it quizzically, because he wasn't sure if he had caused it or not.  As he looks down the tunnel, he says, "I know this is your expedition Aokora, but I should go first.  I have an Arthron, and I can sense any metal traps and wreck them before they wreck us.  Are we all here?"  He glances behind him.

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"Shhhhh." mutter Jalkron, his eyes still closed.  Sensing the mechanisms, Jalkron tries to manipulate them, creating bits of metal in and around the mechanisms, in an attempt to open the door.

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As the last of the rocks are pushed out of the cave, Jalkron enters the inner room in time to hear Aokora mention the door.  He puts his hand on the door and tries to sense if there are any metal mechanisms within.

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"Your call, you are the expert on plasma here."  Jalkron turns back to the pile of rocks, and after examining it for a few seconds, kicks a medium sized rock at the bottom of the pile.  A large portion falls down, spreading out over the floor of the cave.  He creates a small barrier that directs the rocks to the side, so that when they fall out of the cave they will not smash through the boat.  Jalkron begins pushing and rolling rocks towards the opening of he cave. 

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"If you really want to know, have Zaara put a blob of plasma on your finger.  If it burns you then you are not a toa of fire or plasma, which seem the most likely, based on your armor."

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Jalkron shrugged.  "Her way is easier."

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"Melt the roof.  If it starts to collapse I can make supports."

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Jalkron took the pulley and held it against the ceiling in the place the Ga-matoran had pointed to, securing it the same way he had with the hook earlier.  "Really?  You seem like the kind of girl who would have been on dozens of archaeological digs."  He walked over, peering through the opening next to her.  He activates his Arthron, attempting to see down the tunnel.

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Jalkron scaled the wall easily.  He looked around, coming to the same conclusion as Aokora.  When he saw the Ga-matoran he knelt down and used his powers to put her mask back together, then covered her in a cocoon of metal.  "Nobody else should see that."  After another moment, he said, "We must proceed with extreme caution.  If this place is what I think it is, there could be traps.  Guards seem unlikely, but who knows."

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Jalkron closes his eyes, locating the part of the grappling hook that was in the rock.  Finding it, he causes metal tendrils to grow out of it, digging through the rock.  He opens his eyes and says, "That hook won't come out till you want it to.  As long as the rope holds we're good."  He jumps up and grabs the rope, putting his whole weight on it.  "Feels good to me.  Want me to head up?"

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"First, money is an important part of our society, and without it we can't do much, so let them be.  If you were broke you would do a whole lot for money."  A small grin crossed Jalkron's mask, slightly visible beneath his hood.   "Second, You shouldn't have said that.  Now I have to tease you about it every chance I get."

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Jalkron, having found a shady spot to rest on deck, kept quiet.  Then, after a long enough time that everyone had though he was asleep, he gets bored enough to join in the conversation.  He says, "If joining this adventure for money is so ignoble, tell me what noble cause you came for?"

OOC: Tiragath, that's you.

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"Look at something on the shore, or the horizon.  I've heard it helps, never had the chance to test it though."

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"That's not the impression I got.  It sounds like she is just curious."

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"We don't have to pick her up.  We could just go if you are in such a hurry."

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Jalkron listened a moment longer before saying, "She wants to know what's going on and why everyone is getting on this boat."

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Jalkron was about to say ready when he heard something.  He was not surprised the others hadn't heard it, as his hearing had grown sharper due to years wearing an Arthron.  He quickly said, "Wait," and began looking for the source of the noise.  He saw the matoran and pointed.  "That matoran is hailing us."

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Jalkron looked around, making sure everything was loaded, then he climbed into the boat and sat down.

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Jalkron created a simple metal pickax in his hand.  "Yeah, we do," he said as he absorbed the metal.  "I can easily make enough tools for us all if need be."

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Jalkron puts a few more boxes down in the boat then jumps back on to the dock.  He takes the pen and signs it in neat handwriting, before resuming his task.