Toru Nui

IC: Navuru (Knowledge Sector) "Because I don't know where, why, what and when this place is. And I don't have a good track record on appearing out of the blue."

IC: Jakawa and Mupo (Ta-Wahi Bay) "How did you notice them? They're underwater!" "Well how did you notice them when I pointed them out?" "Alright fair point, I'm going in for a closer look." "Can I come too?" "I'd prefer it if we all weren't electrocuted to death due to your trigger happy nature."

IC: Navuru (Knowledge Sector) *Facepalm* "The books are right next to you."

IC: Jakawa and Mupo (Ta-Wahi Bay) "Look! Fellow shipwreckies!" Turning my head, I realize what the Karzahni Mupo is talking about (At least this time). A shipwrecked boat with a Lesterin of Water (Lohkar), Toa of Air (Gunner) and Matoran of Ice (Yasurek) surveying the remains. "I'm not sure "shipwreckies" is the correct term, but whatever." We start walking towards them. OOC: Interacting with Lohkar, Gunner and Yasurek.

IC: Navuru (Knowledge Centre) "And a small issue regarding a certain individual's disregard for public property. Books burn you know."

IC: Navuru (Knowledge Sector) Opening a door, I find myself in some sort of futuristic library. There's books, computers and I-don't-know-what-that-is-but-it-looks-futuristics. Now libraries are by nature quiet, for reasons I don't have to explain but I can pretty much hear anything within ten Bios. For instance, the person on the other side of this bookcase (Dayeth). I quickly go into the opposite direction the person is going, since the people in this place may not exactly be friendly. Well neither am I but they might be even less friendly. The person appears to be browsing the bookcase. Peeking my head around the case I see... no that cannot be right, I can't believe it... OOC: Interacting with Dayeth (Roman Torchwick). Open for further interaction.

IC: Navuru (???) I awaken in a place that looks nothing like Vakeke's home. Either I accidentally breathed in his toxins or this is really happening. My dreams usually make much less sense. "Son of a-" OOC: Open for interaction. Also, where do new arrivals usually arrive?

So is Navuru confirmed?

IC: Navuru (Receiving and Visitors) Clambering off the transport, I see the Vo-Toa (Sal) who got off before me. I survey my surroundings. The guards must think I'm some sort of monster. From what I have heard, most Toa in this asylum went crazy due to the toxin, or trauma, or just aren't crazy at all. Not I. I went crazy of my violation. Although crazy is a crude word, I prefer enlightened. This place may be impenetrable, but I can wait. I've always waited. You can't rush decay. Though clearly the patients inside cannot wait to kill each other, as there's some sort of commotion inside... Perhaps this won't be boring after all.

IC: Mupo (Ta-Wahi Beach) "Jakawa, I have to point out we could have avoided this if you had just let me drive." IC: Jakawa (Ta-Wahi Beach) "And I have to point out we could have avoided this if you hadn't jumped on my head and screamed "SURPRISE ATTACK" while simultaneously firing your gun in the air." Idiot. My boat was destroyed, now nothing more than scrap among the various black rocks. "Well here we are, on what I presume is a deserted island with no form of civilization." IC: Mupo (Ta-Wahi Beach) "We should explore more than three feet before coming to any conclusions, Jakawa." IC: Jakawa (Ta-Wahi Beach) "Shut up and follow me, Mupo." OOC: Open for interaction.

Name: Navuru Species: Toa of Sonics Power/Weapon 1: Elemental control over Sonics. Power/Weapon 2: A Great Kanohi Arthron, Mask of Sonar. Power/Weapon 3: A scythe that Navuru uses to fire blasts of Sonic energy. And to stab people. Appearance: Looks more of a hellish unholy demonic monster than anything. Bio: Navuru appears to exist in many universes, but usually he's an odd yet innocent Matoran turned into a sociopathic yet methodical Toa, bent on the destruction of the Matoran way of life. This one was murdering the last of the Matoran responsible for this change when he was transported to Bionifight. Personality: Navuru at first may seem like a nice and polite guy, if odd and sometimes inappropriate. But make no mistake. Go up and shake him by the hand and already he's thought of ten different ways to kill you. And he will be laughing after each one... Other: This version of Navuru was an Onu-Metru archivist. He knows a Rahi when he sees one, and knows what it is.

Name: Navuru Element: Sonics Patient or Staff: Patient General or Solitary: Solitary Kanohi: Arthron Gender: Male Personality: Much like a bat, Navuru is always watching, listening, waiting. Now imagine that bat is crazy, has an extreme prejudice towards his own kind and plans to destroy their culture and civilization, and you'll get the same thing as the acute-hearing lunatic. Appearance: In a word: Demonic. Between his piercing hate-filled orange eyes, sickly grey colour and claw-like hands and feet, he seems more of a Rahi than a Toa. Inventory: A small hollow stone-carving of a Mahi, designed to be a Widget container, although the Widgets have been removed.

I throw your tank in the lake. My Mask.

I kill Fenrir from the inside out and strangle Aeron with his own snake thing. My Mask.

I remove you from your limbs. My Mask.

I buy your set and force you to give me the Mask of Life. My Mask.

I rip off my hand with Gukko in, removing him from my body and demonstrate to him the difference of screaming and complaining. Onaku's Mask.

IC: Navuru (Onu-Koro) Destiny isn't something that happens overnight. It takes time. But quite frankly I am bored. AND IT IS NIGHT! Well, according to the clock, you don't get much sunlight in a subterranean city. I need something to do other than spend hours cooped up plotting the downfall of Matoran society in a house far too small for me anyway with elemental powers I don't have the opportunity to use. Taking out a stone slab out of the drawer and a carving tool I start carving an advertisement for my services: Work needed! Come inside for details. Maybe not the best but it will do. I put it outside the house. This street is not exactly busy at night (which is good thing considering the amount of thugs and hoodlums in this town) but just down the road is Ferron's Forge, the greatest forge in town, (or so I'm told I've never gone there) so someone of the type I'm looking for will pass by and notice. There's also the cafe that I HAVE gone to, there are some... interesting people to be found there. As I go outside I see the nutjob (Hammerlock) again for what I hope will be the last time. I try to put the sign up and go back inside as quietly as possible. And believe me I know quiet. OOC: Open for interaction.

I take Onaku's molten metal and use it to create a spear which I impale you with. My Mask,

I negate YOU with hyper-physical technology. My Mask.

IC: Navuru (Onu-Koro) It's taken three days, but those feeble-minded bureaucrats down at the office have finally registered me as alive. I could always hear well as a Matoran, but now... especially with a Great Arthron, I can hear almost anything. Even the faint footsteps outside. (Hammerlock) I don't know who it is, and I don't much care. Frankly it could be all the monsters of Karzahni out there and I wouldn't bat an eyelid.

I steal the enemy intelligence. My Mask and Intelligence.

There's a very good solution to that. MEDIC! My Mask.

My spirit lives on in VahkiDane's body, as does Pohatu's. Meh. Things could be worse. I sit down and have a cup of tea with the Master of Stone. VahkiDane's Mask.

You cannot headbutt with fists. My Mask.