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  1. [Ga-Koro, Central Hotel (Ranok)] Ranok made sure that everyone else who wanted to try the cactus had a cup of tea before he began to sip one himself. It would not due to get, as Nichou was doing, lost in the proverbial sauce when he was playing host. (Well, somebody else was paying for the room, but that was typical.) Ranok had no reservations about the cactus itself--he was telling the truth when he said the fruit was quite bitter. There was a lot he had learned from the old cactus growers of Po-wahi about how the akiri’s mandates on “legal control” had fractured the old systems of barter, but he was less inclined to give this little group a history lesson, especially since he didn’t truly understand the complexity of the issue. He had managed to comprehend one lesson on the nature of cactus, however, and that was it was a strange complex thing unlike any other drug, natural or otherwise. The miracle cactus did not just do one thing, it fed on expectations. If you believed your head would be filled with strange and semi-prophetic visions, that was exactly what would happen to you. The story was the same whether you expected to have a talk with Mata-Nui himself, be rid of a chronic pain, or just have a long and particularly satisfying nap. But the truest experience of cactus was gained by emptying your mind of all expectations—once you were able to achieve this once, it was easy. A single experience is, after all, is all one needs to form a new expectation. So Ranok, unlike the others in the room, did not watch reality swim before his eyes. Instead, it sharpened, everything became intricately detailed and wondrous—the texture of the woven reeds beneath his legs was intensely interesting, and he ran his his hands of the ridges as he looked at the dazzling lights thrown by Eita’s crystal armor and it was just so pretty. All the barriers that he’d learned to keep up, to avoid getting overwhelmed by the flood of sound in the places where he worked, all that concentration was swept away and it was okay, because it was all good, the voices washing over him in a chorus of tones and timbers, each unique in their instrumentation, kept in time by Nichou’s gentle breathing, they were all an intensely sublime symphony of a moment that could only happen because all these people were here. He was savoring each sound, intently watching their producers so he could memorize every wonderful thing about them when something new punctuated the landscape, crystal tone of a word, a new note. “Aurax is back!” OOC: @~Xemnas~ @Harvali @BULiK @ARROW404 @Rahisaurus @Lady Takanuva @Snelly @Tarn @BBBBalta @Umbraline Yumiwahere we goooo
  2. [Ga-Koro, Industrial District (Ranok)] Ranok had, in the process of locating the hotel room, somehow acquired both a teapot and cups, and a jar of honey. The musician, clearly at ease in the liminal space of the hotel room, nodded as he took the proffered knife and cut a few slices off of the cactus. “Now, I have to emphasize that pure fruit is pretty bitter, if you wouldn’t mind waiting I’ll have some tea going in a few minutes…” After placing the fruit wedges on some of the offered dishes, he put the knife down and took out his own, using it to delicately shave peaces of fruit off into the heating teapot. OOC: @~Xemnas~ @Rahisaurus @Snelly @Lady Takanuva @Tarn @BULiK @Umbraline Yumiwa @BBBBalta @ARROW404@Harvali [Ga-koro, Inner Port(Yukie)] Yukie found a small park bench next too a garden of reeds and strange, plate-leaved flowers. He took a seat, gesturing for Row to sit opposite. “Before we begin, I would appreciate if you tried to focus on the oldest memory you have of Mata Nui. Cast your mind back—that will be our starting point.” OOC: @Vezok's Friend
  3. [Hanaloi, Mashtet Fortress (Falki)] It seemed Falki’s pack was full. She shouldered it, examining Caana with her hard, ruby eyes. “Did we need to?” OOC: @a goose
  4. [Hanaloi, Mashtet Fortress (Falki)] When Caana found her way into the chamber of imprisoned kraata, Falki had already started work. The koshi zrupgar was systematically wrapping the stones in cloth bandages and stuffing them into her pack and clothing, seemingly heedless of the heat. OOC: @a goose [Hanaloi, Kaazi Camp (Semeraed)] Semeraed looked at the assembled Kaazi, her one remaining eye fixed ahead as if she was seeing something else. “Listen to me cousins, when I say I know what you are loosing. I watched my home burn in the distance as we fled, the only home I had ever known. The Kuychar lost much that day, but we survived. Houses can be built wherever there is land to stand on, but we can not have homes without people. If you leave, you will leave your houses, but you will carry home inside of you. If you stay, they will take everything from you, all the people you love.” Her voice quavered as Falki’s face, horribly transformed, flashed in her mind, but she pushed on, forcing it to grow louder. “We are not Imperials. We need not follow their order, submit to their power, or die for their honor. We have only one virtue. We survive, survive and continue our stories. When your ancestors came here, it was out of that hope. It was not so you could die for their choices, but to live on to continue their legacy. We have already lost so much. Let us not loose more.” OOC: @Keeper of Kraata
  5. I mean, if you look in Po I think there's already some people planning something similar.
  6. Rather than posting an entirely new topic, you should post in the RPG Planning Topic. I know some other people have talked about a Glatorian-centric RPG.
  7. [Hanaloi, North Cove (Fanai/NPC)] The exhausted expedition boarded the ship with the same grim silence that now hung over the island. Even the crew, who knew nothing of what had transpired, could sense the miasma of fear and despair that hung over the place. Fanai stayed by the side of the fallen Kaazi as the expedition leaders discussed sailing plans in urgent, hushed tones. In the space of a few minutes, the crew pulled anchor and hoisted sail, absent the usual conversation and colorful curses that normally accompanied an undocking. The expedition boat caught the night breeze, bringing it up an away from the cove. Then the helmswoman turned the wheel, the steady splash of oars began, and the vessel swung around to the south, to where the last of the Kaazi lay caught in a terrible choice. OOC: @Keeper of Kraata
  8. [Ga-Koro, Industrial District (Ranok)] “Well, this isn’t exactly an orange, I wouldn’t recommend taking more than a slice.” Ranok eyebrows arced—if he were a little more tense his expression could have been taken for disapproval. As it was, he seemed to find the idea of chowing down on a cactus like a hand fruit somewhat amusing. “Cactus is meant to be enjoyed slowly—most of the Po-koro growers I know make a tea with honey. It doesn’t exactly taste…pleasant.” He wrinkled his nose. “You might need the strength of the raw fruit, but I must insist we make somewhat of an event of this. I certainly wouldn’t take a mind-altering substance in a warehouse full of previously homicidal plants.” He looked at the rest of the group. “I don’t suppose any of us actually have a house here?” OOC: @~Xemnas~ @Harvali @Snelly @ARROW404 @Umbraline Yumiwa @BULiK @Rahisaurus @Lady Takanuva @BBBBalta IC: [Ga-koro, Inner Port(Yukie)] Yukie shook his head. “It doesn’t work like that. Even if I wanted to do what you’re describing, I couldn’t.” He locked eyes with the Skakdi, hoping that his gaze could convey the things that metaphor could not. Row had reminded him that as much as he thought himself connected to the people that he supervised, he was woefully lacking in language to speak to them. “I understand your hesitance. Your mind is the core of your being—it is the most private of places, and allowing someone inside is always uncomfortable. But for that reason, your mind is stronger than you think. It is hard to heal, but it is also hard to break. Even if you don’t have experience with someone entering your mind, you know how to defend yourself. The mind isn’t a door that I can simply do what I wish in once you flip the latch and let me in. That is why I need your help.” He glanced back. “Besides, I have no doubt Commador Ayiwah and Master Long would scramble my brains in a more direct way should I try any, uh, ‘funny business’.” OOC: @Vezok's Friend @Void Emissary IC: [Naho Bay, The Fowadi (NPC/Talli)] The young sailor sighed. He was really hoping the guy clinging to the mast would be too seasick to want dinner. But now he had been directed, and the quartermaster would be on his case if he took the lesterin’s food. Alas. Carefully but confidently he picked is his way up the rigging, dropping the package unceremoniously in the crow’s nest. “Enjoy your dinner, sir.” OOC: @BULiK
  9. I'd also like to point out that within the last year we've gotten an influx of new players--not very much, mind you, but it's not zero. Heck, the quest to the greenhouse that you're involved in has 7+ players alone. Bionicle has ended, but role-playing is more popular than ever and there's always people who will be happy to use old hobbies as a vehicle for storytelling. As someone who experienced the RPG forum in its heyday, it was pretty hopping, but there still barriers to involvement. If your character wasn't interesting or powerful enough, or you didn't have an in with the central group of players, it was easy to fall by the wayside while big changes happened around you. Now, I feel like I have a chance to slow down and really explore a variety of characters' stories and development without missing out. The staff has done a great job in making Arc III a player-focused arc that makes room for new characters and gives old ones room to grow.
  10. I understand, things can get slow. If you have other things taking up your time it makes sense to leave--I did this for a while. But if the issue is that people aren't posting enough, well, honestly most of us work on other hobbies in the interim. This is what makes the BZPRPG survive, we're all adults and sometimes you don't check the forums for weeks, and then you come back to a novel chapter.
  11. [Ga-Koro, Industrial District (Ranok)] Ranok blinked. “The what? I’m fine. You’re sure it’s been dealt with?” OOC: @Rahisaurus @~Xemnas~ @ARROW404 IC: [Ga-koro, Inner Port(Yukie)] Yukie nodded. “If you are willing to let me in, perhaps I can catch one of these memories before it eludes you. Shall we find a place less public?” He glanced at Daijuno and her companion, who were now whispering among each other. They didn’t plan to watch this, did they? Surely not. OOC: @Vezok's Friend@Void Emissary @BULiK IC: [Naho Bay, The Fowadi (Talli)] The ship really was enormous. As she moved across the deck, bag in hand, she felt like it might swallow her. She speed up her walk, advancing forward towards the main mast. She had to keep moving, or she would be swept away. One thing anchored her. This ship must have a galley fit for an akiri. ~~~ A few hours later, the largely Po-koronan crew found themselves in possession of many mysterious packages, neatly wrapped in ti leaves. Curiosity soon unveiled the cargo—spiced mango-seaweed salad and triangles of vinegared rice around marinated poké. The galley was as well-supplied as Talli had thought, though they clearly didn’t know what to do with the bounty of provisions Ga-koro had provided them with. While the fish and fruit was still fresh, Talli was going to make sure they understood what they were missing. (And frankly, she thought as she devoured her own meal next to the exhausted crewmates she had roped into tonight’s dinner, what she was missing. This was a once a year meal back in the North Docks.) Back on the upper deck of the ship, a young po-matoran approached the mast, hefting one of the precious packages as he stared up at the terrified lesterin. “Sir, do you want dinner?” OOC: @BULiK prepare to put green things in your body or perish
  12. IC: [Ga-koro, Inner Port(Yukie)] ::I understand, I will await your orders should I be required.:: Yukie turned to the group, raising an eyebrow at Long Dihunai’s deadpan answer. He had not seen the art of soulfire demonstrated before, and it was certainly not the rudimentary practice that some of his teachers had characterised it as. There was a reason all who practiced combat thought of it as an art. It required practice and discipline, but there was an individuality to it as sure as the mark of a dyer’s careful hands twisting cloth. He wagered that wasn’t the answer Rhow was looking for, however. “We, all of us Dasaka, have different variations on similar elements—I believe. While your elements are an expression of the natural world, of water or fire, ours are an expression of ourselves.” Yukie envisioned his soulsword and it poured into existence in his hand, a shimmering blade the color of plum blossoms. “Master Long and I were taught very differently in how to channel our respective wills, but the root of our power is the same.” He wagered Dihuanai would object to that particular characterization. Ah, well. The dashi next to Dastana Daijuno looked familiar, but he couldn’t place her face. He had a distinct impression that he’d seen it before. He sighed and the sword dissolved. “But you’re not here for a philosophy lesson, I take it, Rhow. I am not as adept at the kind of memory guidance as some other members of my family, but if you are eager to make some kind of attempt, I can certainly help.” OOC: @Vezok's Friend @Void Emissary @BULiK
  13. [Ga-Koro, Industrial District (Ranok)] Ranok could not hear exactly what was going on in the warehouse, but he could detect the unmistakable sound of very heavy footsteps moving in his direction. He whistled again, stepping aside in case whatever was coming came bursting through the door. OOC: @Rahisaurus @~Xemnas~ @ARROW404 since y’all are the ones within immediate vicinity. IC: [Ga-koro, Inner Port(Yukie)] Yukie had the distinct feeling that Agni was, if not judging him, slightly concerned about his reaction. He could hardly blame the toa. They came from different worlds—he was still trying to wrap his head around the way Mata Nui functioned. Bidding the ambassadors of Ta-koro farewell, he found himself heading back toward the docks, curious as to what had happened despite himself. It seemed like whatever happened had lulled for a minute, but as he drew closer he saw that the commander and her entourage still stood at attention, though they were talking to… Yukie blinked. A Taajar elder, a Dastana merchant, and…well…Mata-Nui was certainly different. He waited for Ayiwah’s attention to shift before approaching with a bow. “Madam Commander, I saw there was some disturbance. May I be of service in any way?” The honorific was a little much, and as a Toroshu he technically was of equal rank—however, as far as Yukie was concerned they all owed the navy their lives and should give them the most respect possible. OOC: @Vezok's Friend @BULiK @Void Emissary Did someone call for a brain mallet?
  14. [Hanaloi, Mashtet Fortress (Falki)] Falki did not feel the dry heat, with the cold infinity inside of her, giving her focus and purpose. She moved forward without fear, stepping over the carcasses of the Mashtet like they were nothing more than stones in her way. [Hanaloi, North Cove (Mari/Fanai)] Aska felt Riko’s body steady as the strength of another mindarm blended with hers. “I’ll talk to the captain once we get there. One thing at a time, Askha. We have to make sure everyone on that ship is…still themselves.” Mari’s face was solemn, if not as tense as it had been before. Fanai was already extending her willhammer, feeling around for the presence of other minds on the ship. [Hanaloi, Kaazi Camp (Semeraed/Sedskar)] Semeraed took the waterskin with silent nod of thanks. The cool feel of water on her throat did not still the frantic racing of her mind, but it lended her respite enough to collect a few thoughts. What situation had the Kaazi been in, that they so bound themselves to an imperial clan? And what had driven them to keep those chains, even if the clan themselves had vanished? Sedskar immediately jumped to help the Kaazi as those swayed by Hambra’s worlds began to gather up their things, dragging a reluctant Dapys behind him. The husi perked up once she saw there was food, however, and Sedskar was soon holding her back. Semeraed also poured water over the scalded flesh on the left side of her face, wincing as it washed over the place where her eye had been, mere hours ago. This ritual complete, she handed the canteen back to Hambra. “I would speak to your people, on behalf of mine, if you would let me.” @Keeper of Kraata
  15. [Hanaloi, Mashtet Fortress (Falki)] Well, best stop dreaming and start doing. Falki unfolded herself from the position on the floor and began to move towards the well. [Hanaloi, Forest Path (Mari/Rina)] Mari had honestly expected Askha to stubbornly insist on staying, but the taking of her auntie had apparently shaken her up. The Dastana menti couldn’t find much satisfaction in this fact, however. This was a clear loss for them, no matter how much information they could bring back to Sado. Morie’s trinkets be d*mned, this was half a clan that now belonged to the force that was trying to slaughter all of them. Rina remained uncharacteristically silent, eyes searching for any remnants of Zataka’s forces. Mari knew that despite all her friends bravado, she had strong commitment to defending the dashi that remained in the archipelago. She had been close to becoming like Somei, and Mari knew no one else who would have so hated her free will being taken from her. Well, maybe Rina would be more careful in the future. Maybe they all would be. [Hanaloi, Forest Path(Fanai/Murasaki)] Fanai walked besides Askha carrying Riko, gently using her willhammer to keep the Kaazi warrior breathing evenly and shallowly. After loosing Somei, Fanai knew that Askha needed to save something, and it was her duty to make sure that happened. Murasaki seemed to have found companionship in Rina’s silence. The two soulswords continued on, keeping their guard up. [Hanaloi, Kaazi Camp (Semeraed/Sedskar)] The pair of koshi zrupgar streaked through the forest, their ears alert for any sounds in the branches. Dapys was going to throw them soon if they didn’t find the Kaazi. A husi was not build for two riders. Then, the clear sound of a whistle echoed above them. They locked eyes for a second as comprehension dawned, then with an audible sigh of relief, Sedskar slowed Dapys and they both slid off. As familiar as they were with the forest, the keen-eyed Kaazi had spotted the Kuychar far before the two plains-dweller’s had spotted them. Thus, when the two dashi stumbled into the clearing it was to a full assembly of warriors, all eyes fixed on them. “Please…” Semeraed could find none of the musical formalities in her tense, dry throat. “You must hurry with us to the shore. Our canoes will not wait for much longer.” @Keeper of Kraata @Nato G @Goose
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