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IC: Barius - Po-Koro The ever-grinning Skakdi, head visible at the top of his armor, thrust his free hand out, wrapping it around Reson's torso, holding him tightly-- more tightly, even, than he'd held the Matoran. Speaking of which... He looked down at his other hand, where Kat was still hanging, apparently having avoided being smashed into the ground. Still clingin' on. He was almost impressed. He finally loosened his grip on the Matoran, allowing Varah to fall onto the ground... or scramble, if she was still conscious. He started backing away towards the Tahtorak, hoping that the stubborn clinger would finally let go. OOC: @Nato the Traveler @The UltimoScorp @Onaku
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IC: Barius - Po-Koro Barius chuckled. "I think you're a karzin' fool," he answered, before stopping and squinting down at the Toa on his hand. Was she getting... stronger...? The fingers of his armor gave slightly, uncurling just the slightest bit. The air was getting hotter, too. He raised his hand up, twisting it so that Kat was hanging down off of it, and then brought it slamming into the ground, being careful not to hurt the Matoran he was gripping too much. Just enough force to dislodge the stubborn woman that was still trying to fight, and maybe instill some respect. Other than that, he didn't pay her much mind. Instead, he responded to Reson, as if nothing had happened. "You've got yourself a deal, Toa." He didn't feel great about it, but if it made the Toa stand down before they all killed each other, it was a win in his book. And he supposed a Toa was more of a... high-value prisoner, if you will. He made a come-hither gesture with his free hand, still almost mocking despite the situation. OOC: @The UltimoScorp @Nato the Traveler @Onaku
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IC: Barius - Po-Koro Barius did not intend to keep his eyes off of the Toa for very long, and happened to look back at them just in time to see Arkius hurtling towards him in mid-air. Cute. His main hand - the one that wasn't clutching Varah - swung up in a flash of augmented speed and power, slamming fully into the airborne Onu-Toa, hard enough to knock him completely off course and into the ground. Hard enough to slightly deform the metal of his armor's fist. And hard enough to produce sparks-- his heart skipped a beat, and he thanked whatever heartless fate or cruel gods had decreed that the arm he punched with not have any gas on it. It was at this moment that the energetic bundle that was Kat landed on his hand, and started trying to pry it open. Now, he hadn't been holding the Matoran particularly loosely to begin with, but now his grip became painfully, crushingly tight. The Toa was strong, no doubt, but no one person was as strong as the hydraulically-powered armor that he himself had painstakingly crafted. He had to be a bit mindful not to pop her like a balloon - the Matoran was, ironically, his lifeline when he was surrounded by so many enemies. If she died, he'd be up the creek with no paddle. But keeping a grip on her wasn't hard, and when he was done recovering from the colossal punch that had just slammed into Arkius, his main hand reached up paused in front of her eyes. Not doing anything; just sitting there, threatening all the things it could do. "I'll squash you and that Matoran before I go down here. Give it up, Toa. Let's both live to fight another day." Even as he was speaking to her, his eyes scanned his surroundings, looking for any other threats. She was firmly in his peripheral-- no sense letting her distract him. OOC: @The UltimoScorp @Onaku @Nato the Traveler (Also Onken acquiesced to the big punch here)
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IC: Barius - Po-Koro He threw his head back and laughed; a deep, rumbling sound, that was known to make the light-hearted sick. "You're welcome to try and avenge her, if you like." He punctuated the sentence by smashing the wall of dirt behind him with a massive, steel fist, suggesting in no uncertain terms that the prospect was not so easy as his casual tone suggested. "If you want to save her, though, you'll have tribute ready." He backed out of the semicircle of earthen walls, via the hole he had just made. "You've got--" he paused, ever-so-briefly, pulling a number out of his rear end. "2 weeks." In case they were unconvinced, he waved the Matoran around again, sneering. Walking slowly, slowly backwards, towards the similar hole in the greater wall that surrounded Po-Koro, he spotted the E Street Wagon half-inside a building, totaled, several dead Skaks positioned around it. None of 'em Boss, unfortunately. He changed direction, headed for that instead. OOC: @Onaku @The UltimoScorp @Nato the Traveler
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IC: Barius - Po-Koro The Skakdi sneered, shifting his grip to the Matoran's torso, even as walls of earth sprung up around him. He had a Matoran in his grasp. If these Toa from the giant robot head were anything like those that had once called Zakaz home, that meant he'd already won. He turned around, Varah's small form clutched in his fist, proportioned like a doll next to his ACR. He made sure to keep the rhotuka launcher pointed away. His grin was sickeningly large, and he directed it at Reson. "Don't worry, I'll be leaving in a moment. Bu-u-ut..." He drew the word out, as he turned his gaze on the Matoran to try and guess what pronouns to use. "she's coming with me? Yeah, think so." He looked back to Reson, then to Kat, then to the newcomer who'd raised the earth walls. "I set her on the ground anywhere between here and the base, and you'll be burying her under it." His tone indicated that there were no two ways about it. Suddenly, he had a good idea. He hadn't planned this, but he was gonna pretend that he had. "And if you want her back... You'll have your first tribute ready for us when we come back around." Somehow, his smile got even bigger. OOC: @Nato the Traveler @Onaku @The UltimoScorp
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IC: Barius - Po-Koro No, you don-- He whirled a moment too late, and the De-Toa managed to snake around behind him and prod one of his fuel lines with his pathetic little stick. Barius roared a curse, as flamethrower fuel began to spew all over. He fumbled behind himself several times before managing to pinch the ruptured line between the over-sized fingers of his ACR. The napalm coated his rig, Reson himself, and the surrounding area. The Skakdi slowly lowered his free hand, which had been inches away from cracking his opponent's skull. He didn't want to make any sparks off the Toa's mask. That wasn't all, though. To his great disappointment, as he looked around, he realized that the raid had officially ended, and they were on their way out now. The heck? They'd just gotten here. He hadn't even killed anyone. Deliberately, anyway. He'd crushed at least one person under his armor. He certainly hadn't grabbed any loot, yet. "Right. Well. For today, you live." He effectively stopped paying attention to Reson, turning and walking out of the gas-soaked area where their fight had ended in an apparent ceasefire. His eyes scanned the scene before him, looking for something of value. His eyes landed on a Matoran, holding a nice little piece of tech: A rhotuka launcher. He glanced down at the hand that was still clutching the gas line of his flamethrower. All the fuel had seeped out anyway. He cursed again. No matter; he'd recoup the cost of the lost fuel, and then some. He crossed to within 3 strides of the Matoran in a flash. Whatever scrap she might have found herself distracted by, she'd likely become aware of a great, armored, gas-dripping hand reaching out to grab the arm that was holding her rhotuka launcher. OOC: @Nato the Traveler @Onaku IC: Providence - Mesi Tunnels Providence sighed. "I'll explain to you later, Vent. It seems like this... thumping sound... might be a threat." He followed Varian forward, past Zak-Yak. OOC: @Dane-gerous @Snelly @Sparticus147 @Vezok's Friend
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IC: Providence - Mesi Tunnels The actual Aspect sounded a very exaggerated laugh. "I don't need sacrifices, no. I prefer acts of service. Well, I guess I do need--" he didn't finish his answer to Vent, instead grimacing and taking a couple steps towards Zak-Yak, as he pulled out the deceased Kraata. "Awh!" He sounded sorrowful. "The poor baby is dead." His eyes were fixed on the poor slug being held aloft by the Mesi Skakdi. OOC: @Dane @Snelly @Sparticus147 @Vezok's Friend
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IC: Providence - Mesi Tunnels Gaining some degree of understanding as to exactly what was going on here, Providence suppressed a giggle. The Mesi (though Providence did not know that was what he was) had, in its insanity, clearly come to believe that the still form of Varian was an Aspect of Makuta, like Providence was. OOC: @Dane @Snelly @Sparticus147 @Vezok's Friend
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IC: Barius - Po-Koro Inside the walls, Barius' ACR began to rattle, as it was subjected to the sustained sonic punishment of the De-Toa he'd chased in here. It wasn't the first time someone had tried to break his kit. The rig was pretty ramshackle-lookin', after all. But it was the first time in a while that someone managed to get his parts jostling around quite so much. That said, he wagered it was less than the Toa was hopin' for. C'mon, give my handiwork a bit more credit than that... He hurled himself towards Reson, off-hand stretched out before him, both for grabbing the little rattlebox and for keeping the bulk of the damaging sound waves off of his torso. Better to deal with the threat now, before the assault started damaging his rig. OOC: @Nato the Traveler @Unreliable Narrator IC: Providence - Mesi Tunnel Providence stared at the newcomer in confusion. The strange, Skakdi-adjacent creature was looking at Varian, but speaking of Aspects and servitude. Prov wasn't sure which of them was supposed to be getting worshiped right now. OOC: @Dane @Snelly @Sparticus147 @Vezok's Friend
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IC: Barius - Po-Koro The great grey skak was nearing the wall when the flaming upper section was blown apart. He raised a large, armored hand in front of his exposed face and neck-- hot, burning wooden shards bounced off his armor, and off his hard, calloused skin. He had the Kraata bulging out of his nape to thank for that. Other skaks near him were less lucky, suffering minor lacerations and slightly less-minor burns. He'd been intending to bust a hole in the wall himself, in order to gain entry into the settlement, but the brand new gash in its upper half gave him a better idea. He squatted, hydraulically-powered legs curling up, and then rapidly straightening, propelling the entire apparatus up and through the hole, with him inside it. Like a great cannonball, he came crashing down on the other side, crushing some unfortunate soul beneath him. Immediately, he pushed himself back to his feet, searching for the De-Toa he'd set his sights on. OOC: @Nato the Traveler
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IC: Barius - Po-Koro With his eyes already focused on the walls, Barius was able to react just quickly enough to dodge the sonic blast. It went through the empty air where he'd just been standing, ruining the day of some other poor skaklet behind him. But even with it missing him, his ears rang a bit. His eyes narrowed as he dug his feet into the sand, leaning backwards to stop his motion. Vision sharp even without access to his telescopic vision, he sought out the source of the attack. There. De-Toa. Slim, didn't look like much. But brave enough to fire at him of all people. Barius would see if he was as scrawny as he looked. He pushed off the hillside, resuming his advance. He was getting close to the walls, now. Close enough, anyway. He raised his arm, sending a gout of flaming napalm arcing up into the air, simultaneously providing cover from further attack, and making the wall a very unsafe place to be. OOC: @Nato the Traveler
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IC: Barius - Po-Koro A heavily-armored figure crested the hill, standing out among the fleet of vehicles that swarmed around it. As the front lines of the Warskaks descended upon the measly village before him, Barius' hulking frame broke into a run. Being in front was foolish, but delaying his entry to the fight would be cowardly, which was a far greater offense among this band of skaks. With a great shout that was audible even over the roar of vehicles, he sent his ACR half-sprinting, half-sliding down the sandy hillside, scanning the walls for anyone worthy of dying by his hand. OOC: @Conway @Nato the Traveler @Unreliable Narrator @Keeper of Kraata
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Six Kingdoms: Rebirth -- Character Profiles And Rules
Burnmad replied to Unreliable Narrator's topic in Bionicle RPG
Name: Morangad Breed: Tiokaha (Muur, Mark of the Mind) Faction: Zakazian Brief Description: Largely purple, though with dark greyish stripes running horizontally across his back and neck, Morangad's body is heavyset and rugged. Corded muscle is plainly visible, as his body is clothed only enough to keep the cold off, with plant fibers and the skins of animals which died of natural causes. Beneath a thick brow on a gaunt face, bright green eyes gaze out at the world with a hard, decisive stare. Background/Occupation: Morangad remembers a time before the Skakdi ruled over Zakaz. He also remembers the simple, but fulfilling life he lived with his small village in the north of Zakaz. He would like to forget both, if he were able. No, that's not right. Forgetting would be easier, but he mustn't allow those he has lost to be forgotten. The destruction of his village, with him as the only survivor, affected Morangad greatly, as you might expect. For one, he had to flee far to the south, eventually settling in the Fau Swamps, his natural constitution protecting him from the inhospitable environment that kept Skakdi and aggressive Rahi alike at bay. But it also impressed upon him a great hatred for the Skakdi and their metal war machines - indeed, for all kinds of technology and mechanical artifice, in general. Flaws: Enraged by the presence of Skakdi or complex mechanisms, especially ACRs. Averse to voluntarily removing his own mask. (Psychological flaw) Unable to tolerate large groups of people, due to being able to hear all their thoughts. (Physiological flaw) Powers: Morangad was born with the Muur mark, meaning he is able to sense the thoughts of other nearby beings, as well as project his own thoughts into their minds in the form of telepathy. Additionally, it allows him to shield the minds of such beings from the influence of other psionic effects. (Primary power) Finally, his status as a Tiokaha also makes Morangad a bit more resilient than the typical Toa. This and his many years in the Fau Swamps has made him highly resistant to toxin and disease. (Breed quirk) Equipment: Morangad carries with him a mundane spear at all times. The thick, wooden shaft terminates in a jagged metal point, fashioned from the only keepsake he was able to take with him when fleeing his village. Morangad also possesses a Great Kanohi Jutlin, the Mask of Corruption, allowing him to rapidly rust/decompose inanimate objects within his sight, up to and including protosteel. The mask does not work on living things. (Secondary power) This Jutlin has been infected by a level 2 Kraata of Shattering, belonging to the Aspect Apex. As such, Morangad has access to the level 2 Kraata power of Shattering as long as he wears the mask, in addition to its normal effects. (Infected Mask bonus) Morangad received a Kanoka disk with the code 426 as thanks for saving the life of a Matoran following the Grand Untethered's attack on Le-Metru Nuva. The Kanoka is a level 6 Kanoka of Freezing, with the additional ability of dodging obstacles on its way to its target.- 184 replies
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IC: Barius - Northern Wastes (Nektann's War Party) "Barius," the Skakdi boomed, between even breaths. He enjoyed the run up to the fight; it was like a warm-up jog. "And does the boogeyman have a name?" He grinned as his question was punctuated by the whoop of Fyura, as her buggy shot to the front of the pack. There was one of those fools he'd been thinking about moments before. OOC: @Conway @Keeper of Kraata @Unreliable Narrator @Nato the Traveler
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IC: Providence - Strange Tunnel Providence did another one of his exaggerated smiles. "Excellent! Our first objective, then, had ought to be locating the source of that rhythmic thumping sound. I feel fairly good about this draft; let us try this direction." With that, he began walking down the path that was to the right from the fork, into the draft that was blowing from it. OOC: @Dane @Snelly @Vezok's Friend
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IC: Providence - Strange Tunnel The Aspect hmmed at the great robot's reply. "Nor to us, I'm afraid. We only just discovered it, ourselves. Perhaps you would like to explore it with us? I don't think you'll fit out the way we came in, anyhow. It was quite tight, and you're... very large." OOC: @Dane @Snelly @Vezok's Friend
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IC: Providence - Strange Tunnel "...Intriguing, Vent." He hadn't expected a fleshy to be able to do something like that. Maybe they could trade bodies sometime! That might be fun. "That's a shame, Varian. How do you reckon you might have been put into a different body, then? If that is, indeed, what happened." OOC: @Dane @Snelly @Vezok's Friend
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IC: Barius - Fort Nektann The pale-grey Skakdi sneered as he gave his ACR a final once-over. He would crush some skulls today, that much was certain. The only mystery was whether the owners of those skulls would put up a fight first. He clambered into the power armor. It responded to the presence of his massive frame, closing around him. The hiss of its hydraulic lines filled the air of the hangar, a stark contrast to the powerful roars of the motorized vehicles preferred by others skaks. He moved his leg, and the leg of the suit moved with it, amplifying the force of the motion, driving the ACR's considerable weight forward. He exited the garage, easily keeping pace with the others, a massive Skakdi made even more massive by the thick suit of power armor he was wearing, plodding along with powerful, bounding steps. He kept close to the front, but not quite at the front. Glory hogs still kept behind the fools. OOC: @Unreliable Narrator IC: Providence - Strange Tunnels "Alright, Varian," Prov responded, repeating the name back to the robot. The desire for recognition from others was a constant among all living beings. He pondered the hulking figure's musings. The prospect of being in a body simultaneously familiar and alien, gave him an idea. "Maybe you're like me, Varian. I'm a gas man, and I'm living inside this armor. But I can leave it whenever I want, and even move to other people's bodies - if they're willing, of course." He gave a reassuring glance to Vent; he had been told that the fleshlings needed to know the 'willing' bit. "Maybe you can do something similar?" OOC: @Dane @Snelly @Vezok's Friend
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IC: Providence - Strange Tunnel "W-what? Why are you asking me...?" Prov's voice trailed off. He grimaced, as much from the volume of the robot's outburst as from their seeming anguish at their state of being. "Are you OK, metal fellow?" OOC: @Dane @Snelly @Vezok's Friend
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IC: Providence - Strange Tunnel "Uh... Vent..." Providence nudged his still-frightened friend, gesturing in the direction he figured the echoed - or maybe not echoed - scream was coming from. "Maybe we should be quiet..." OOC: @Dane @Snelly @Vezok's Friend
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IC: Providence - Strange Tunnels A hanging "Uhm..." was the only response offered by Providence for a few moments, as he looked to where his companion had been moments ago. He started-- though not from the robot's movement, but rather from Vent's screams. For a moment he was worried that they had been harmed in some way, perhaps by surprise at the robot's activation? But they seemed fine. He looked up at the robot. "Um, I'm sorry, but I don't know where we are. We're kind of just exploring... we're on Zakaz, if that helps." Wait, was Vent... scared of the robot? They were a fleshy person who was friends with a gas man. He had no idea why a metal person would be any scarier. Maybe it was the size of said metal person. They were fairly large. Much bigger than either of them were. OOC: @Dane @Snelly
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IC: Providence - Strange Tunnels "Vent, there's something here," the Aspect pointed out. "Wow, look at that!" He left the Tiokahan's side for a moment, before remembering their effective blindness in the dark, and returning to guide them over. The object, covered in the accumulated debris of many years though it was, clearly had once been some sort of humanoid-shaped machine. Providence described its properties for his companion as he examined it.... Also as he examined it, he began attempting to clear off some of the dirt, moss, and assorted gunk that obscured its form-- and no doubt hindered its movement, if it indeed was some sort of automaton. OOC: @Dane @Snelly @Vezok's Friend
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IC: Providence - Weird Tunnels "I might have to stoop a bit, but I should fit just fine, I think." He bowed his head and bent his knees, bringing his effective height down about a foot or so. "Let's go." He said decisively, before awkwardly waddling inside. OOC: @Dane @Unreliable Narrator
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IC: Providence - Man-Made Tunnels, Northern Wastes "Indeed..." Providence muttered, deliberately fixing his facial features into an exaggerated expression of puzzlement. "Not what I was expecting to find by any means, but certainly interesting. Do you want to investigate?" He wondered who - or what - might have made them. And why did they have wind pouring out of them, howling past the lips of the numerous entrances? OOC: @Dane
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IC: Providence - The Wastes "Bah! The Skakdi are harmless," Prov countered. "If they try anything, they can be pacified easily." He wasn't lying; however, his perspective on the Skakdi was formed by his never having left the Kumu Islets before now (and, indeed, never having met a Skakdi), and so he had a much more subservient image of them than most. OOC: @Dane @Unreliable Narrator