Dane-gerous

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru Still not fully limber, Leonn was surprised by the gust of air that knocked his device out of his claws. The device clattered away again. Growing increasingly irritated, he drew his boomerang from his holster. "Do...you...pride yourself on being just so utterly...infuriating?" He then threw the weapon in an arc headed for Skyra's face.

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru Text. Rose's mention of the IStone text jogged Leonn's memory immediately. Takadox. Head buzzing, the Skakdi's eyes traced to a tiny shine near the station. Groaning as he went upright, he stumbled a few steps forward in an attempt to make a grab for his IStone. OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Tarn @Snelly

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru His vision was fuzzy. The Ta-Toa hit hard, as was apparent by the awful headache that was causing him to be unable to think properly. In a weak groan, the spy pushed himself onto his back, skull throbbing. "I...hate...Toa..." Leonn managed.

IC: Thom - Onu-Metru Archives "...Ah could shoot 'im." He murmured to Nale, quietly. "Reckon that'd save ya a lot of heartache." @Onaku @pokemonlover360 IC: Leonn - Po-Metru "...nnnghh...." The Skakdi rolled onto his side, still asleep but on the verge of stirring. OOC: @Tarn @Snelly @Unreliable Narrator

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (Clunk) A quick and desperate reach for his boomerang was cut short by Rose whacking him upside the head with the large horn. Instantly battered into unconciousness, the Skakdi hit the floor, IStone to clattering the ground near the station. A message notification lit up the phone as he drooled onto the ground. One he'd probably never read until it was far too late. OOC: @Snelly @Tarn

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (Saved?) The Le-Skakdi let out a happy, relieved chuckle as he read Takadox's message. He looked up, though, to see Skyra and Rose likely eyeing him. He had to be quick, or he wouldn't get a chance to say what he wanted to say. "Not sure I can make it. Compromised, still in Po-Metru but with enemies (think my use has expired). Lots to say...not enough time or reception. Wish I was with you, more often than realized before. See you, Tik-Tak." ~L.A. ... Leonn looked up expectantly to Rose and Skyra, hand creeping to the shoulder holster. The two Toa were far too much for him to face, but this was the end of the line. Might as well put some effort in. IC: Thom - Onu-Metru Archives (Facing Mantax) The brash and immediately murderous outburst that kicked off the conversation was enough for even Thom to snicker at Arkius. He wasn't averse to getting into a fight immediately, but... "Was reckoning ah'd be the one ta say somethin' dumb." Thom murmured, still snickering. OOC: @Tarn @pokemonlover360 @Onaku @Snelly @Unreliable Narrator

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (Cathartic Victory) Rubbing his eyes, he looked upon the smouldering remains of Carapar with some pride. Realizing, though, that he still had to prove he completed the job to Takadox, he grasped his IStone. Putting the remains in frame with Carapar's famous warhorn, Leonn took the photo, with a clawed thumbs up. Image Uploaded. Add Caption? Thumbs steadily typed out a message. "It's done. Please call back? ~L.A." His heart raced as he awaited a response. OOC: @Tarn @Snelly @Unreliable Narrator

IC: Oryn - Ta-Metru (Free) Oryn could just hear something thumping in his body as The Swordsman hit the floor. His dull vision gradually became even more dull. Everything felt fuzzy. Flashes of the past came back to him. A partner. A farm. War. And then the rest. Oryn, like a collapsing building, slowly toppled over onto his back, vision darkening. Datrox had freed him. Black. OOC: Oryn has left this world.

IC: Leonn/Rose - Po-Metru (Vendetta Job) A bright flash of light shooting up Leonn's adrenaline, he yelped in surprise as he let go of the knife stuck in Carapar's flesh and jumped backwards, landing in an almost-perfect breakfall which was only ruined by the blinding light caused by the Midak projectiles. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF THE TERM COLLATERAL DAMAGE, YOU PSYCHOPATH?!" Leonn screamed back at Skyra, eyes burning. However, perhaps inspired by the wrathful light blasts, he looked back to Carapar as a red light began to illuminate his amber eyeballs. "I would say that Takadox sends his regards, but I'm sure you already figured that one out." He managed a smirk, before two burning hot beams blasted from his eyes again, headed straight for Carapar's head. Rose had the smarts to do much the same as her Skakdi "ally", launching herself backwards with her riot shield in front to protect from any collateral. She hit the ground rough, but managed to avoid any of the radiation from the blast. OOC: (Permission gotten to bunny Rose) @Tarn @Snelly @Unreliable Narrator

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (Boss Fight) He squinted at the two engaging with the boisterous warlord. A dark, innate and vindictive hope began to fester in his mind. He could wait. In fact, I should wait. I should allow the Toa wear themselves out fighting or be pulverized by Carapar and his moronic warhorn. They deserve it, for what they did... Yet, Carapar's form irritated him more. The buffoon bantering on about whatever tale he'd make up about the battle he was fighting. An absolute waste of effort on Leonn's part, but one that had seemingly cost him something he was only recently beginning to realize how much he valued. Not to mention the dwindling dregs of dignity that were being scooped up by being kept as a prisoner. All that sacrificed, just to silence such a dribbling cretin. No, I should be the one to gut the crab myself. It'd be cathartic. For what trouble he's caused me. Coming from behind Carapar, Leonn drew his stun-knife, boiling irritation and frustration ready to come to the surface. OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Snelly IC: Thom - Onu-Metru (Reunion) "Eya sweetheart!" He shot a thumbs up at Nale as she realized who he was. "Ah prefer Patchy, if ya please. Nought wrong with Patchy." He scratched the eye beneath his eyepatch. "Got a right journey to tell ya of, once ya not cuttin' up Mantax's goons." He looked exceedingly happy to be there, like everything had come together. "So, who are you lot then?" He glanced to Arkius and the droid he'd named 'Boltsy'. OOC: @Tarn @Onaku @pokemonlover360

IC: Oryn - Ta-Metru (Fighting Ghosts) The creature blinked. The Swordsman had gotten up. And after his opponent had gotten up, he'd disappeared into the grey entirely, with words that didn't fully register to the broken Kekamaire. His cognitive abilities were not excellent, not anymore, but his murky and shattered mind could just about make out that The Swordsman had done something. The slow cervid-beast wheeled around... To unknowingly meet the Toa's slowly rusting obsidian blade crashing towards him. Hissing, acidic blood splattered as the blade sunk deep into Oryn's collarbone. Pain seemed to register for once in his four eyes, perhaps momentarily snapping him out of his shattered state. Oryn was lucky, then, that his sturdy frame managed to keep the large blade from cleaving him in twain. The beast, however, was losing life quite rapidly. He didn't have long left. But, as the corrosive blood spat out toward his assailant, a horrible, unnatural cackle came from the monster's mouth. "You will go with me." OOC: @Tarn

IC: Thom - Onu-Metru (Archives) He shrugged, the skinny Ko-Skakdi's ever-present grin still holding on Thom's face. "Was 'ere to settle a score." Thom nodded to Nale. "She knows. But seems like ya in a spot of trouble. Only right ah should help ya, you know." He twirled his revolver in his hand, but another weapon was sitting in the opposite holster, perhaps leading to the Toa wonder what was in there. "Anyway, ya pushin' yaself. Can hear ya raggerty breathin' from across tha archives!" Thom insisted. OOC: @Tarn @Onaku @pokemonlover360

IC: Thom - Onu-Metru (The Archives) "Oi. Ya best do as Boltsy says, Toa." OOC: @Tarn @pokemonlover360 @Onaku

IC: Oryn - Ta-Metru (Gaining The Advantage) The monster wasted no time in taking advantage of The Swordsman's brief disorientated state. He swung with incredible force, with the back of his axe, knocking him straight to the ground again. Dark liquid poured out through the Toa's face as Oryn yanked him to his feet again (nearly pulling his arms off) and kicked him again in the stomach. The Swordsman stumbled back. He likely felt like throwing up. He could also likely taste the blood pooling down from his face. Oryn's giant silhouette danced around his vision. "Break." The Kekamaire growled, his booming voice likely bouncing all around The Swordman's head in an echo. A giant, two fingered fist soared into his mask, hitting it with a CRUNCH. OOC: @Tarn (I was given permission to autohit, by the by)

IC: Calidus Serpico - Tesara (Coffee Shop) The guard tried to hide his odd reaction to Littiuu's form of consuming the cake, but it did come out. It was more of a strange look, really. Not a malicious one, pray, but definitely a noticeable one. He slurped at his own coffee, putting an arm atop the booth he was sitting on. It tasted just as good as it smelled, the rich coffee beans likely having been hand-ground and filtered. It really was a nice place. Calidus nodded, as Littiuu brought the attack back up, look steeling as they got back to business. He ran a sacramento hand through his hair. "Yeah...place got hit bad. Terrorists, if it was them, did exactly what they intended to do. People are scared sick." OOC: @That Matoran with a Vahi

IC: Oryn - Ta-Metru (Gaining The Advantage) The digitigrade leg that The Swordsman kicked at did little but shift slightly. Oryn glanced down at it for a moment, almost confused, before sending his large, antlered skull forward into a crushing headbutt, Kalmah's painted sigil plunging for the Swordsman's face. OOC: @Tarn

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (The Final Mission) Leonn looked to the other two, but not at their faces. It seemed he was only really checking if they were still there. Carapar stood, at the station. Warhorn in hand. "...I would suggest...you two engage." He muttered. "Allow me some space to get a drop on him." He rubbed his eyes, trying to steel himself. This was just a personal setback. He was a professional, this did not matter. Perhaps, with Carapar's defeat, he might be forgiven by Takadox before his alliance expired. Probably not. His employer wasn't one to be patient with those who failed him, emotionally or professionally. OOC: @Tarn @Snelly

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru He said absolutely nothing back, but before long the sounds of war were closer than ever. They were here. IC: Oryn - Ta-Metru In the monochromatic, dulled senses of Oryn's head, there was no worship for anyone. The Swordsman, despite his accurate labeling earlier, was attributing religion to a creature that no longer had any. To be a heretic, you must first believe in something. He had no God to meet. Fires raged around them in a bright white that stood out from the rest of the grey and black as Oryn screamed yet again, axe clutched in his massive hands and the blade on a course for The Swordsman's ribs.

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru A moment of silence as Leonn gripped his IStone. His lip trembled as he stared at the 'Call hung up' message on the device. That sadness, however, quickly turned to anger as he wheeled around to stare at the two Toa, eyes a little wet. "It wasn't enough to try and prod me for info, was it? You had to go and ruin more tender things, didn't you? You psychotic, murdering, self-righteous PIRAKA!" He was now full on sobbing as he turned away from the soldiers, tearfully moving in the same direction as before.

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru As workplace disasters rank, this possibly could be the worst. Not only had Takadox picked the most atrocious time to give Leonn a steamy phone call (which he'd admittedly have recieved in a heart beat were he in a less "exposed" area) it was also in the presence of a Toa that would NOT SHUT UP. Leonn was simultaneously bright red in the face and pale as a sheet as he glanced to his IStone and back to the women who were undoubtedly keeping him prisoner at this point. "Listen, Tik-Tak..." Leonn tried, clearing his throat in order to sound as smooth and convincing as usual. "I can...explain."

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (I have to take this) "I.." Slowly, the embarassed Le-Skakdi pulled his IStone out, pressing the answer button. The ringtone stopped, as Takadox's voice came out through the speaker. IC: Oryn - Ta-Metru Rage shot through Oryn's broken head as Swordsman labeled him, calling him what he was. An angry, feral Kavinika. Another bloodcurdling scream came from his mouth, as he lunged forward. He sent his cloven foot harshly into a strong kick aimed for the vigilante's gut.

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (Prisoner) "Info." He laughed, dryly. "Narrow it down, meathead. I could leak my boss' lunch menu, that would technically be info on the League? He's a fan of seafood, if that helps your mission. Terrible taste, if you ask me, though I must admit he does know some of the best restaurants in the League as a whole." Leonn had been trained for information extraction. He knew that even his knowledge on secrets had limits, and once he reached them, he was no longer useful. So he knew that by telling Rose and Skyra information, he'd essentially be shortening his own life. Instead he'd waffle, and stall until he was able to let Takadox know that something went horribly wrong. As, if by cue, his ringtone went off. "Last Name Day I Gave You My Heart The Very Next Day You Gave It Away..." He froze up, trying to keep cool but utterly failing. Why now?! And why haven't I changed that karzing ringtone?! IC: Kovac Krossfari - Coliseum Hospital (Alone Again) Something set in, as Idlyx went to leave. He knew he wasn't right (of course he wasn't right), but something he said stuck. He needed to drop the act. If he didn't, he'd be finding himself in hospitals and clinics until eventually someone like Idlyx, maybe even the Kekamaire himself, extinguished him. And it'd all be for nought. The city was burning outside and none of his posturing, the many criminals he'd beaten to unconsciousness had helped it. Maybe his code was right. Maybe it wasn't. But it was all an act, something to make up for the past. A falsehood, something he claimed to despise. "Wait...! Don't...go..." Kovac blurted out, as Idlyx disappeared out of the door. He shifted, but was halted by the restraint on his arm. He was alone. IC: Oryn - Ta-Metru (Fight) "Kalmah will burn Ta-Metru to ash-" Having been paying more attention to the Swordsman's movements, Oryn snorted as his weapon collided with the sword again, this time followed up by the giant beast throwing himself forward into a shoulder barge. "--AND I WILL FEAST ON YOUR BONES!" OOC: @Snelly @Tarn

IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (Prisoner) He shot Rose a look of death at that comment. "I'm not a prisoner, this is an alliance." He said, as he began to follow the sound of mass executions to the crab warlord his employer had told him to kill. OOC: @Snelly @Tarn IC: Kovac Krossfari - Coliseum Hospital (Opening up) He felt embarassed. Exposed. Idlyx's mocking earned a moment of quiet from the Vo-Toa. He shouldn't tell the Kekamaire - He didn't even want to, but years of the answers stuffed deep inside Kovac Krossfari's brain had meant there was an innate pressure that was always being built. He'd been hiding from it. He didn't want to be weak, so he'd put the memories in a box. And now the only one around to open the box was the bloodthirsty sociopath sitting across from him. "I did something...bad. Don't want to say what - don't want to give you satisfaction...but...it was unforgivable. I didn't want...responsibility...so when my comrade came to arrest me...I fought her. Thought it was justified. She gave me-" At this point, with his unchained hand, the vigilante pulled down the blanket covering his chest. Exposed in the light, Idlyx could plainly see the broken heartlight and the scar that ran across it. Kovac didn't look right in the light. Without the shadows, he looked vulnerable. It showed his imperfections. The harsh truth behind the myth he'd constructed for himself. "--this. Managed to get away...but...never was the same. Something missing. Had to build myself back up again..." He trailed off into quiet. He'd always been hiding. IC: Oryn - Ta-Metru The beast swivelled, his once antlered head tracking the zealot's movements. He didn't look like he was properly processing his words. Steaming and hissing blood poured from his wound but he paid no notice, hands closing around his axe again. "Kekamaire. Kalmah's Kekamaire." He managed to fit the words together. "You are Mata-Nui's Toa." Oryn pointed to him with the hand with two fingers, almost as if declaring this a fact.

I would be interested in this.

IC: Kovac Krossfari - Coliseum Hospital Why was he acting like this? He wasn't scared, was he? Am I? "Someone I knew struck me down." Kovac managed, the strange fuzzy urge to start spilling his guts to Idlyx getting even stronger. It was beginning to become obvious to him just how alone he was. "Powers...don't work right. Punishment from Mata-Nui...I guess." IC: Oryn - Ta-Metru The sight of Swordsman's back paused Oryn's attack. Punishment, he knew that. He knew that clearly. His own, or someone else's? But, as Oryn momentarily stopped, he felt a sharp impact. The Obsidian Blade had sunk itself into his own shoulder. "Who?" He managed, as the blade was likely pulled out. IC: Leonn - Po-Metru Lovers, then. Wonderful. "Well, naturally. But I assure you, our goals are one and the same." He insisted, conveniently leaving out the fact that once the job was done, he'd be completely out of their sight. Being taken prisoner is the absolute worst thing to happen to someone of his occupation.