The Dark Chronicler

IC: Brekan Safety, a small alleyway of to the side, the perfect place to calm herself. Way too many people, numbers far beyond what she was comfortable with. With Fov around, it was a lot easier. He would do all the talking, he would act as a living shield against those around her. But now she didn't have him around, no one was there to keep the world at bay. She'd have to do it herself. And it seemed to her, the best place to go about it was from hiding in this alley, away from the eyes and ears of the passersby on their way through the Koro. Yes, this was obviously the best place to be... even if it made finding someone willing to work with her a little difficult. She could deal with it, she was staying out for now.

IC; Vrana The Toa of air ignored the napkin, not halting his ravenous eating. There was nothing else, there was only the hunger, and nothing could stop his ravenous consumption of the meat. "...Not a personal favorite." Vrana finally responded, as he finished off what was left of his meal. It hadn't been as bad as his own attempts and cooking, but it still didn't taste right to him, something just seemed wrong about it.

IC: Interitio He turned towards the Matoran who had offered his place among those sent to Ta-Koro. Though he wasn't so certain that Ta-Koro would be the destination for all of them, there would need to be at least one sent in the opposite direction, to cover up the remaining loose end. One would have to travel towards Ko-Koro, to leave behind evidence connecting them to the gruesome murders that awaited the village of fire. One would go to ice and snow, the others to blazing heat and flame. It was almost poetic in nature, but beneath the words was a much darker meaning. "We shall prepare ourselves, then I shall discuss with you in full details my plans for what we shall do..." He bit his tongue as he listened to Raxa speak of the job he had been given, one that most certainly should have gone to Interitio. He had several years more experience as part of NEX, Raxa had been part of it for only a small period of time, before being put into place as the voice of their leader. There was no sense to it, no logic, and that was what angered him. It didn't fit with his machine, the pieces had fallen into place wrong during the repairs. Life after the death of Nex had been placed together wrong, with that wretched Raxa taking the spot he rightfully deserved. But now, he finally had it, he was the one calling the shots, not Raxa, not anyone else. Him. Raxa continued his little speech, which in Interitio's eyes greatly resembled some child whining about all the thing he hadn't liked about something, But if it meant that he was leaving out on his own plans, then all the better. Interitio would no longer be bound by the rules that prevented him from taking revenge upon his fellow members of NEX, because what Raxa was saying certainly seemed like a resignation to him. He paused slightly when Raxa mentioned a gear, wondering if it was merely an accidental phrasing, of if perhaps the Toa had more knowledge that he was letting on. He would have to watch Raxa carefully now, perhaps he knew far, far too much. As he reflexively caught the prism thrown towards him, he was barely visible moving, a sign that his mask had once again been turned off. But still the shadows seemed to think of him as a friend, holding him safely in its grip. As Raxa finished his speaking, realization came over Interitio. That was why the drink had made him so ill, Raxa had intended for it to be him who drank it, poison no doubt. But it had failed, and most of the toxic substance had been dumped out from the bottle. As Raxa vanished into the shadows, Interitio held back his anger, not letting it slip through. He would have time to make Raxa realize his mistakes, and to make him suffer for them, but now was not that time. He slowly turned towards Demos, his shape barely recognizable. "Everyone... everyone needs to die. We are merely the beginning of what is to come, for soon the inhabitants of the island shall learn to fear, they will be killing each other for us with no realization of the truth. But for you, I do believe that mask holds some potential when laced with your powers, doesn't it? Invisible and silent, a marvelous combination that shall help beyond measure. I'm afraid I have a mission of greater importance that killing in Ta-Koro for you. If you can stomach not killing anyone, a completely stealth-based mission, then you shall be going to Ko-Koro to frame them for the deaths in Ta-Koro."

OOC: My apologies, I was not aware of that. It has been fixed above. Also, Interitio is standing in the darkest part of the alleyway, the far back. He's not quite ready to head out just yet. IC: Interitio As he stood in the shadows at the back of the back of the alleyway, something caught his eye. It was the silence of the being that caught his attention most of all. They moved without the slightest sound, or at least not one so loud that it could be picked up my normal ears. They were a masterpiece of stealth, though their idea of when to appear was a bit lacking, appearing in the darkness nearing the alleys end would have been the most advisable location to reveal themselves. But he supposed it did not really matter how they appeared, but it was more important that they had. Now was the time to find out who they were, and why they did not speak to introduce themselves. Their presence in the alley could mean one of a few things. One, the person were a past assassin coming to retake their place as a member of the shadows, which would result in them being offered a place upon the Ta-Koro team. But if so, why would they not have revealed their presence with words, to let their fellow assassins know they were there. Two, they were a new recruit, one that had been given his approval and been sent a message, this too would lead to an offer of joining the Ta-Koro mission. But it also again brought up the question of their silence. The third, it was an assassin, perhaps who had heard of NEX from word of mouth, and wished to be part of the killings. This would have multiple endings. If they were an assassin he had already viewed and secretly tested, yet had failed the test, then they would have to die. If it was an assassin that he was still in the midst of watching and testing, they would be given a chance if their work had been satisfactory. If it was one that he had not yet watched or tested at all, that was where things got interesting... Anyone else, they would have to die immediately. He turned towards the silent one moving at the end of the alley, taking a chance and whispering out his words. "Why do you remain silent, when even the darkness allows itself to be heard?" The sounds was quiet, not strong enough to reach the ears of a normal person standing at the end of the darkened back-way of the city. But if he was right, they could hear him. There was very little that could fully mask the sound of movement, one of those few being a Toa of sound. Everyone, even the greatest assassins made sounds, but a Toa of sonics could silence them before they reached the ears of any other. In fact, from his current thoughts, he could recall no other way of travelling without sound, only a Toa of sonics could truly preform such an act. The question now would be if they decided to respond to the words said, or if they decided to run. Running would mean that they would have to be quickly hunted down, and find their life slipping away from their body as the weapons of NEX ended them. He did hope it wouldn't come to that just yet, the number of killers standing around him was smaller than he had hoped for. He was wanting at least five to join him on the mission to Ta-Koro, but s far they only numbered two. Every additional killer was a nice increase, but they had to be of quality. But now it was merely the time to wait, and see how their visitor responded.

IC: Vrana He nodded slightly in agreement with Cadias, remember the old times. He had had his wings then, the future had seemed hopeful and bright, even with Makuta looming over the island. Now everyone seemed to have grown more grim, more fearful, and as far as he knew, the Makuta had been destroyed. Vrana looked downwards at the food Cadias had pushed towards him, eyeing it with the look of someone on the brink of starving. He had barely eaten, surviving on what few fruit he could find along the shore, not many. But he knew the food would taste as bad as his own, he could tell right away. But hunger was stronger, his willpower second to his desire to eat. Ignoring any utensils, he grabbed up the meat with his taloned gauntlets, and took a massive bite.

IC: Interitio The sight of Raxa drinking, when there was such important work to be done, was an unpleasant one to say the least. He expected those he worked with to be at the peak of their skills at all times, and anything that could inhibit them proved to be a hindrance. Of course, he could easily say that Raxa had terrible taste in drinks, that one he had been ordered to hold onto, it tasted so terrible that he had been forced to pour out the whole bottle. But he would let Raxa drink himself into whatever state he wanted, it wasn't as though it would cause any real problems to Interitio, as soon enough he wouldn't have to deal with Raxa any longer, it was only a matter of time. "Raxa, I assume you know why you were given a piece of paper as well?" He commented, before light footsteps could be heard walking from the shadows into the light, but when they did, there was no sign of Interitio. A shadow of a being standing before them, where one was not, could be seen against the wall from the low light that managed to sneak in. It was the power of his mask, to be unseen, and yet still leave a trace. That was why the shadows were so welcoming, th turned his masks weakness into nothing more than a useless side-effect. Then, he slowly appeared before the surrounding group, a darkness amongst the darkness taking the form of a Toa. His armor was a simple black, with little to make it stand out from black armor that was seen on many beings. There was nothing special about it, and that was what made it so powerful. A long black trenchcoat-cloak hybrid wrapped around him, covering up the armor even more, leaving very to be seen. Armor was hard to replace, it someone say yours with enough detail, it would be much more difficult to replace than merely removing a cloak and vanishing into the night. The hood of the cloak bulled down over his face, casting a deep shadow over it that concealed his eyes, let still let him see all that went on before him. A scarf-like cloth wrapped around his lower face, then enough that he could breath through it, and yet thick enough to cover everything the hood did not. He could see a hint of a shadow moving, the tiniest hint of life coming from distance. Someone was coming towards them, perhaps another killer, perhaps not. He would merely have to wait to find out. If it was not one of his recruits, or a killer already among their numbers, then there would be many questions. If it was not an assassin at all, then they would find themselves dead. A group of dangerous killers did not make for a good welcoming party for someone who accidentally walked down the wrong alley at the wrong time. But there was one thing to do for now, and that was to wait, and see exactly who it was that was moving towards them with unknown intent. He turned slowly towards Hatann, thinking about something, before slowly deciding to speak. "Then I welcome you to my team, it will be a dangerous mission, or that I am sure. Normally we must slip away after a single killing, here we run the risk of being found, as we must stay around to kill multiple." If there had been any questions abut Interitio part in this plan, they had now been extinguished. He was going to be part of the team sent after Ta-Koro, he was going to help them find targets of the utmost importance, so their lives could be ended. It was going to be a challenge, but he had the highest of confidence int he killers that he had scouted, fully expecting them to return victorious. "That is why I am going, to see if I can find the targets that best fit what we need. It will be my part of this operation to uncover information, so that your pieces shall be easier." He turned towards Raxa, poking the Toa right in the forehead. If they could have seen the look beneath his coverings, the would have seen as a grin crafted from a feeling of petty revenge. "You, shall be placed back in charge of recruiting others and handing out targets until I return. Do you think you can do this without causing us to be discovered, and yourself to be executed?" He didn't wait for an answer, slipping back into the shadows that he found most comforting. "If you have anything you wish to do, anything you wish to get, before we depart, I would suggest taking the time to acquire it now."

IC: Ineritio There was another being inside the alleyway now, a stealthy, albeit short, one. But size didn't matter in the world of death dealers. A small threat was as dangerous as a large one, you merely were less likely to expect them until it was far too late for survival. They could go where no other could, Matoran were thought of as much less a danger, and therefore became more dangerous. A funny balance, the less you fear something, the more likely it is to pose a true threat. He wondered how greatly NEX was feared, or if the death of the Turaga had ended all worry about the shadowy organization. He hoped the later, as it would mean they were starting anew at crafting danger for the island. "You wish to kill people, you say? Then I believe you have found the right place." Two eyes peered out at him from the darkness, looking over him, despite the near lack of visibility. It was like two soulless orbs, lost in some distant dream, were peering not at it, but right through him, into his thoughts and emotions. "Ah, I do believe I know you. You were checked and tested to see how well you would fit as a member of NEX, and your passing those tests is why you are here, I assume? I suppose that I should explain the current-" His words were cut off by the speaking of a shiny metal Toa, who spoke up loud enough that the whispered words were completely lost. He turned wearily towards Raxa, who had decided to make himself known to the group. If he thought stealthily showing up for the meeting was in any way original, then he had certainly lost it by stepping out in all of his shininess. He could have frowned, had his mouth been visible, he had certainly hoped that Raxa had actually left away for the final time, but here he found himself yet again standing near the Toa who called himself leader of NEX. Interitio wondered if he had heard the news, that he was not the only one in a leadership position now, Interitio didn't have to follow his orders anymore. "No thank you, I am perfectly fine where I am." "Oh, and I believe you requested this for your return, did you not?" He reached into his cloak, pulling from it an empty bottle. Once, it had held a very fine drink, but now it was as dry as the deserts of Po-Koro. It had been quite full when Raxa had last seen it. "Now, back to the very important matter at hand. We have ourselves two options, one for a single assassin, and another that shall take a group effort if it is to reach completion." He moved slightly in the darkness, pulling small papers from the same place as the empty bottle. "Just read this for information on the larger group's mission." ==You see, the island is in a very rough shape, the villages no longer seem to get along very well. Such a shame isn't it, that greed has such power to destroy unity among friends? And it brings such a dark light to those political murders that are taking place in the village of fire. I hear that Ko-Koro is behind it, a terrible loss that fire and ice can not get along.== OOC: Sure Draezeth.

IC: Vrana "I don't like plants, I only like the fruit they produce." Vrana replied with a bit of a frown. he looked down slightly at the table in front of him as he thought over Cadias' words. He knew the Toa of plasma was right, his tastes had seemed to change along with his form. He couldn't even eat decaying meat without getting sick, and the flavor alone was enough to make one wish never to eat it again. "I'll go with stubborn." He watched the waitress heading off, he knew exactly what it was that she had been waiting for, his order. He even knew what the menu was intended to be. But it seemed a better idea to be seen as a little confused than to have others merely known the truth. Vrana found he didn't have the heart to tell Cadias that if one village saw him in such a way, that it was likely that all of them would look at the Toa with a hint of fear. The actions of Matoran between villages were much closer to each other than they might wish. If one viewed with fear, others would do the same. "Sure, I have nothing holding me here anymore."

IC: Vrana "... Okay, so maybe I did burn it a little. I still don't like the taste it had." Vrana responded to the suggestion that the problem with cooked food was his own cooking. When he was handed a Menu, he looked down upon it rather blankly, before going on to respond to Cadias. He said nothing to the waitress. "Isn't pie fruit cooked into something?" It was clear from the way that he spoke that he saw it as crime against fruit itself, an abominable combination of what is good, and what is not. "I think I'll pass on pie." "Then I think you are starting to understand. You see those stares, they are signs of fear at what may be, what danger you may be to them. Those are the looks that I have suffered through since I first came into contact with the island's villages, you will learn to ignore them in time."

IC: Ineritio There was a sound off to his right, something was stealthily slipping in through the shadows, the same that he himself found to be so easy to traverse. It was the darkness, so welcoming to those who chose to dwell inside it and use it for their travels.It was from the shadow that one could see nearly anything, could listen to things they were never intended to hear. Death could also be quickly unleashed from the shadows, before vanishing back into them and slipping away unseen. It was a tool, and yet much more. Without the shadows, everything that allowed this world to be twisted to his vision would have to take place in the sight of everyone, and such would cause no end to misery. "Hatann, I believe that we have met? Perhaps not that you can remember, as it was quite some time ago." His voice was little more than a whisper, audible only because of the silence of the alleyway. The voice was as serene and meek, very disconnected to anything going on around it. It was not the voice one would expect from someone who lead killers towards victims, far to soft to have the coldness of a true killer. And yet, the voice came from a being who stood in the darkness, almost overshadowing the darkness with his own. It commanded attention, yet almost seemed as though it wasn't meant to be heard by those around him. It was like thought given form, a simple passing thought floating audible through the air. "I assume you would not remember it, seeing as you were not supposed to know I was there." He continued, taking a step away from the alley wall, where he had been leaning in thought not so long ago. It was the perfect location, public enough that it could be found, isolated enough that no one would ever care to traverse down it. And the darkness, it was what sealed in his mind the perfection of the location. The lights didn't reach down the full distance, and in the back it became void of all light's reach. "I was the one who viewed over you, to see if you were of an acceptable quality for NEX, so I assume you can forgive me for my lack of unease at your approach." "If you are wondering why I am the one delivering these... I suppose you could call them missions? That interestingly enough is due to a temporary void that I am being forced to fill, that of a Turaga, who I assume you knew before his demise." He said it as much to Hatann as he did to himself, somewhere between taking part in a conversation and merely speaking to himself. But as disconnected as he seemed, Hatann had his full attention, nothing else stood to distract him from the words that were coming forward. "Now, I have two options from which you can choose. You may continue to hunt after those you are assigned, and present a tablet at the scene, or you can do something far more... interesting." "You see, the island is in a very rough shape, the villages no longer seem to get along very well. Such a shame isn't it, that greed has such power to destroy unity among friends? And it brings such a dark light to those political murders that are taking place in the village of fire. I hear that Ko-Koro is behind it, a terrible loss that fire and ice can not get along." He looked into the ground at his feet, as if thinking of explaining what it was that he had just been speaking to. There had been nothing of the sort in Ta-Koro, not yet at least, and Ko-Koro was not involved if their were. "In case you don't understand that rather vague bit of information, you are being giving the choice of killing someone, or staging Ko-Koro for high-profile killings in Ta-Koro. Why must they write these orders in such vague terms, I'll never..."

NEX has arrived, and the second phase of a dark plan begins. Everyone must de. If anyone would like to take part in this deadly scheme, merely send me a message. Everyone must die. Join us and kill them. Anyone who already had a previous NEX character, feel free to have them arrive on the scene. Join us and kill them. We await your bloodshed. I can't wait to finally get NEX in motion. We await your bloodshed.

IC: Interitio He stood peacefully in the alleyway behind a building, a calmness over his whole demeanor. His mind was in thought, thinking of important connections as he waited. It was the world itself that held his interests; not merely that which existed around him, but across the entire island, he could almost see it playing out in his head. The world around him acted in such a mechanical way, like a well oiled machine. It never missed a beat, always ticking away with an unnatural dullness, and yet unmatched efficiency. Occasionally something would occur that brought about a disruption to this cycle, that sent the living gears into a worried frenzy. This was the time when the cycle was most worth observing; when the gears clashed against each other violently, when one stopped working and others were slowed because of it. Such occasions were rarer than could be hoped, as soon as one occurred, it was over and the parts began their cycle once more. It was interesting how little it took to shake an island to its foundations, but how shortly it would hold. Rahkshi attacks had proven a large disruption, but they were ended and life quickly returned to the smoothness that was its base. The power revealed was too great to be able to remain, it was certain to crumble away into oblivion as the status quo returned anew. That is where his plan differed; there was no need to rush into the fray, to bring about ruination with resounding force. He would slowly remove the gears, one by one, and by the time the missing pieces started to worry the machine, it would already be too late. And sometimes, the gears merely had to be turned against each other, letting them twist and writhe until one of them found itself disconnected from the machine of life. Each time a large disruption occurred, the gears did not fit exactly as they had been before, sometimes some were missing or had moved on to another part of the machine. It was always interesting to see how it would adapt to changes, filling in the blanks after majorly chaotic events. If this ability to reform could be abused, then what was to stop one from filling in the pieces with their own, taking a personal hand in shaping the way the world would run. Like a puzzle just awaiting the guiding hands to make it into something far more. The shape he planned to craft, it would be beyond anything seen before. A shattered machine that could not run, laying broken as gears turn about wildly, struggling to find some place to which they could return. He slowly opened his eyes to the world, the weakest hints of weariness crossing his hidden face. It would not be the easiest of tasks, as the gears had their own thoughts of placement, the puzzle would always try to build itself if the pieces were not quickly placed, and it would build itself as it always had. The monotony of life was one that most seemed to enjoy, thinking that small changes were amazingly unique. He saw through that, but he did not care to break free, he had much more important goals. He would twist life until he could look into it and see himself reflecting back. But like all good things, that required a sacrifice, some would have to give their lives towards bringing about the future. It was time to start again; bringing death to those who never knew it awaited them. The deaths would be more and more noticeable no longer conserved to the obscure few who lived scattered across the island, seemingly unconnected. It was time to stain the streets of the island with blood, blood of the innocent and the guilty. Their blood would pour out as life slipped away, creating a stain of red across the island itself, one that would never truly fade away. Their blood would pave the path that he wished to travel, leading towards his ultimate goals. The pathway of blood as death screamed out, tearing life away from those who so desperately clung to it, would give him everything he needed to mold the world. Now, it was merely the time to wait. A message had been sent out to all those who still stood under the banner of NEX, and to all of those who may wish to join. It was time for them to meet, to discuss the future that they would bring about. He merely had to wait inside the darkness of the alleyway, and they would arrive. There were important things awaiting those who killed and left the tablets behind, a future that they would help bleed out. There were people who had to die, tablets to be placed on their corpses. It was a busy world, and to counter that, you had to be just as busy. The time between the first piece of his plan, and this second piece, had been long awaited, and he knew that it was time. And one, one mission was very special. It was unlike all of those that had come before it, a new horizon It was the first true step towards the future he wanted, and there would be no tablets placed at the scene, no sign that NEX had even been involved. It was beyond merely a killing for show, it was time for the threat to become real. The island would fear, they would hate. It would not be NEX that they struck out against, but each other. It was time for fear to grip the island, as death arrived in full force.

Looking at Nuju's post, I completely understand why the rules were increased. It held back the customization to keep the rules in place. I have seen before, in the last reboot, what happens when customized creations are used to exploit the game, such as masks being used in ways that only vaguely fit their descriptions, or species that really seem designed to break the balance of the game. While at first I was a little disappointed by not having the Avians return, being able to have Vrana as a Toa has really given me a whole new opportunity. Before, Vrana struggled against the island, and how he didn't truly fit. Now he's trapped inside an alien form, his beloved wings vanished, the only thing keeping him from breaking down entirely is the elemental powers he gained, and even he can't use those hold himself at bay for too long. Basically, I think turning Vrana into a Toa might actually have turned out to be a really good thing, and give me a whole new set of possibilities for his story.

OOC: I understand completely. XD IC: Vrana He walked over to the table as Cadias was sitting down, taking a seat for himself. He bent himself forward over the table, as if compensating room for the wings that had one been on his back. He never liked the smell of inns, but now he found it barely phased him, his senses dulled down to the levels of a Toa. "I don't care to say I like it, it still leaves a bad taste in my mouth after eating it. But there is one food that I have taken a liking too. Fruit is something I never would have expected to taste as it does." He commented, slowly sitting up in his chair as he realized the reflexive leaning. "Do the stares disturb you, from those outside who were watching us?"

IC: Vrana As he followed after Cadias, he glanced at the people that his friend had been speaking of, those that were staring. It seemed to unnerve Cadias so greatly, but to him it merely brought back memories. These were the glaces he had seen every day for as long as he had stayed near the villages. It was a look of worry, a look of fear of the unknown. This time, the unknown may be the actions of the two Toa, but he could remember when it had been his appearance that had brought about the exact same looks. He had learned to ignore them long ago. "I can't eat as I once did..." Vrana spoke up, talking to himself as much as Cadias. "I can't eat meat anymore, it makes me feel sick unless it has been cooked. Why is that?" He decided to ignore the worry Cadias had shown about the vilalge. There would be time to talk of that later, a time when his friend had calmed himself.

IC: Vrana The Toa of the green nodded in agreement with Cadias, before taking back both the dirt and the plant, and throwing both into the water around the lily pads "Is this what controlling plasma feels like? I feel so... powerful." He looked down at his hands, and then towards the lily pad that he and Cadias were standing on. The hints of an idea were starting to take form in his mind, to come alive as more realization of his powers dawned. "Maybe I can move this entire village..." OOC: No, he most certainly can not, and I am well aware of that. He couldn't even move a small sized (Like, about a foot diameter) lily pads more than a few inches. It is merely the power going to his head a little. Just getting this out of the way. XD

IC: Vrana Vrana didn't reply, staring intently at the dirt being held it Cadias' hands, as if he was expecting something incredible to happen within mere moments. For a few seconds, there was nothing, and the look that creeped across Vrana's face showed well his disappointment. Then, a small green bud began to appear from the dirt, growing upwards slowly before spreading open into a tiny sapling. Vrana stared down at the plant for a few moments with a large grin spread across his face. It probably wouldn't have been as miraculous to Cadias, he had always been a Toa, or at least a Matoran, elemental powers were a part of his life. But for Vrana, it was something new, something incredible. "I think I have elemental powers..."

IC: Brekan "I'm fine, nothing's wrong." She quickly responded to Raxa, turning away from the being who had absolutely terrified her mere moments ago. She decided that maybe getting a drink was a bit of a bad idea, a better one would be finding somewhere secluded to calm herself. She started away from the other person, moving at a brisk pace, as fast as she could move without actually running. The faster she got away from the people,. the better.

IC: Brekan Terror, absolute terror. There was no other way to describe the feeling. The villages were filled with so many people, constantly moving about and speaking. That was the problem with people, you had to speak to them sometimes. She didn't like talking, it made her nervous. She also didn't like talking to people she hadn't at least a few times before, it also made her nervous. It was a combination of those factors that caused the problem. She was what could be called a treasure hunter, seeking out hidden riches and lost valuables. She once had a friend with whom she worked, but a horrendous fight had ended that alliance, likely permanently. That was the reason she had come to the village of fire, why she was standing off the the side of a street, staying as far away from those passing by as she could. She was here to find another person willing to work with her, as the job could find itself rather dangerous at times. Then came about what was stopping here. She needed to speak to others to find someone up for the job... and she couldn't bring herself to speak to any of the people around her. It had been nearly three hours, and she was facing no luck, having moved not in the slightest from that spot the whole time. feeling resignation wash over her, she decided that there was one thing to make the day worthwhile. She was going to get something to drink.

IC: Vrana "I don't really know... I woke up one morning, finding multiple days had gone by, and I was stuck looking like this."He commented, looking down at the Toa form he was trapped in. It was a bit more muscular than his original, less streamline for certain. And the worst of all was the loss of his wings, it was like losing his arms or legs, a part of him that he used constantly, that he relied on. Now they were gone. "I can still fly, the mask allows me to. I guess that It wasn't merely a powerless Matoran mask like I had thought. But landing... the mask doesn't let you land very well, it is hard to slow down." Vrana commented, turning his eyes towards where his crash had taken place. He paused for a moment, before his eyes lit up slightly. He reached into his armor, pulling out a small bit of dirt and a small orb. He shoved the dirt and orb into Cadias' hands, burying the orb in dirt. OOC: I hope you don't mind Vrana forcing him to hold dirt. XD

IC Vrana Hearing Cadias' response to the strange new body he found himself now residing in, he frowned slightly. Cadias seemed to be thinking that he wasn't thinking straight. That could prove quite a problem for him, his friends thinking him a delusion of their sanity slipping away. "Cadias, I don't think you've cracked." There were a multitude of ways he could go about bringing realization to the Toa of Plasma, proving the reality of what he was seeing. Most or them would take quite a while, but one was short enough that it could probably work. He walked closed to the plasma Toa, and brought his foot down, keeping the talons away, towards Cadias' foot.

IC: Vrana "What? Vrana? You are not to be recognizing me?" Was the Toa's response, as a slight grin broke out across his face. It was good to see Cadias, and to see that he hadn't managed to somehow end up dead in the time since they had last spoken. That last thought was an old one he supposed, connecting to someone far into the past that he couldn't forget. "Yes, it's me. I'm not exactly sure why its me, but it is me." He spoke up, clacking the talons of his gauntlets against each other. It was a bit of a nervous habit, really, he didn't even think about doing it. What if Cadias didn't actually believe the Toa before him was Vrana, what if he thought it was some sort of joke, then what? There weren't all that many people on the island he could actually speak to about what had happened. Sure, some of the villagers may notice the passing resemblance of him to the strange creature had long past helped try to defend them, but actually accepting that they were the same? He didn't think that would even really happen.

IC: Vrana Two ghostly white eyes turned towards the person talking. He knew that voice, that he was quite certain of, but for some reason he just couldn't remember exactly who it belonged to. As soon as they caught a glimpse of the Toa of plasma, he knew exactly who was commenting upon his tumble. It was Cadias, the Toa who had ended up horribly burning him, and one of the closest things he had to a friend. As he was about to inform the chuckling, laid back sunglasses wearing Toa of his identity, a small thought passed through his mind. He knew he had to do it, it would be an opportunity he would not have again. He squinted, looking towards Cadias, acting as though he couldn't make out the person we was speaking to. It was at this time that he was happy his voice had changed along with everything else. It was a bit deeper than before, and would give him just enough of an edge in this plan. "No, I don't mind at all. I get that a lot, but maybe I actually have seen you before. Hold on just a moment, the sun is in my eyes." Reaching into his armor, he pulled out his own pair of sunglasses, created so long ago by Navayak. They were covered in dust and smudged, due to never using them, but the design was easily recognizable to someone who had a near identical pair upon their face.

OOC: A really big thanks has to go out to Nuju Metru for allowing me to change Vrana's species and continue him in the game. IC: Vrana A black shape swooped over the village, moving with easy through the air. But he couldn't feel it as he had before, the connection he felt once with the skies above was gone. It took the mask upon his face to fly now, no longer needing to feel the air around him moving to find current to ease his flight. It was freeing, he was under his own will and the wind currents did not bind him, but it felt so cold, so lifeless and disconnected. It would take a long time to get accustomed to, but he knew he had little choice. His black armored form slowly lowered itself down onto the ground in a village street, his landing a very rough one as he lost his balance nearing the end, causing him to crash face-first. He couldn't understand how anyone could ever reach skill in the air with such a bizarre way of flying, but he would find a way. Nothing would be permitted to slow him down. Though being a Toa did come with one interesting aspect he had never really thought of.and one he had spent countless hours playing around with. He could control plants, not very well, but he could reach out and guide them as he wished. it was a strange sense of power, but one that he couldn't say he didn't enjoy. The hardest part had to be getting used to cooked food, and vegetation. It was fun to control but the taste of it was just plain foul. Fruits though, he liked the taste of. The sweet ones were a pleasant new surprise, and an almost welcome taste after a life of raw meat. But there was still the desire to hunt, and he was doing his best to hold it at bay. As he rose to his feet, he took a look around the village of water for the first time since his bizarre change. Vrana, Toa of the Green, had arrived.