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IC: Ollem - Suva of Stone (7, 8) Ollem placed a hand on his chin, considering the possible meanings of everything they were seeing. The repeated activity of the Toa of Water was strangely nostalgic; it reminded him of a holo demonstrating how to use something, like one used to see in Metru-Nui. Except those holos, though changing, were usually flat images, fixed in one location. Curious, he stretched out a hand and laid it on the suva, like the image of the Ga-Toa kept doing. OOC: @Harvali @Unreliable Narrator
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IC: Barius - Irnakk's Tooth (7, 10) For once, Barius was not grinning. He was no coward, but here, in the depths of Irnakk's Tooth, even he felt fear. Not fear of the dark, or of ghosts, or even of dying, per se, but fear of failure. He feared losing to Nektann. Most of all, he feared being thrown into the Nightmare Pits, and the gruesome transformation into a Tahtorak that would follow. Even death would be preferable to that. At least in death, there was a chance that his tale could be carved into his teeth, that something of him would persist even after he had parted from this mortal coil. But if he failed here, he would be turned into a Tahtorak, and that would be all that remained of his legacy. Fleeting apparitions awaited around every corner on their descent, and twisted masks of death haunted his periphery; all of his own likeness, frozen in the process of tearing and ripping apart into a truly nightmarish creature. The images did not scare him, not like his own thoughts could do, but they did unsettle him-- enough so that he felt the need to perform confidence before the other Warskaks. No one has spoken since they had passed the threshold into the mountain's interior, and he would not break that silence; however, he needed to do something, and so he forced a sneer, and slapped a meaty hand on the prisoner's dome, as if to say, We're almost there, bucko! OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Nato the Traveler @Keeper of Kraata @Conway @Sparticus147 @Anyone else in the Warskaks that I'm forgetting IC: Ollem - Wastes Suva (7, 8) "...Kind of," the Onu-Matoran answered. "The images are made by bending light, to put it simply. Kind of like Av-Toa can do." But the theory needed testing, and so he approached the flickering mirage of the Ga-Toa, and began to examine it. OOC: @Harvali
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IC: Ollem - Wastes Suva (7, 8) The Matoran shrugged, taking a deep breath. There was more to tell this strange Matoran, but there would be time for that later. For now, they had to figure out what was going on here. "I think the Toa might be..." He looked around. Based on what he'd seen, this world looked pretty low-tech compared to Metru-Nui-- or at least, what was left of it did. But maybe it hadn't always been that way. "Back in Metru-Nui, we had these things called holograms, that were... basically images projected into the air by devices. I wonder whether the Suva might be doing something similar?" He looked back at her. "By the way, uh, what should I call you? I'm Ollem." OOC: @Harvali
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IC: Ollem - Wastes Suva (7, 8) "They're big," Ollem began, "like a Toa. Intimidating. They've got big mandibles that they hold and fire Kanoka with, and they carry around staves that have different kinds of powers. Sometimes they walk upright, other times they crawl on all fours, like beasts of the earth." It was clear from his tone that he did not like Vahki. OOC: @Harvali
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OOC: Dupe
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IC: Ollem - Wastes Suva (7, 8) Ollem winced. Right, she wasn't from Metru-Nui; she wouldn't know everything he talked about. "Ah, that's what the Vahki are, sorry. In a manner of speaking, anyway." He glanced at the Kanoka she was holding. It looked distinctly like Ga-Metruan handiwork. Maybe she salvaged it off a Vahki? Which would mean the survivors have been sending out parties. To look for him, maybe? Eh, probably not. More likely scouting out the surroundings. He wondered if the locals had had Kanoka disks, but he wasn't sure how to ask. "That disk you're holding, we had those in Metru-Nui..." OOC: @Harvali
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IC: Ollem - Wastes Suva (7, 8) "Well, we lived in a city... A really big city. And everyone I knew worked all the time. Some of them worked in the forges, others in the archives, yet others were scholars-- but I didn't know any scholars. And, I guess there were some other jobs, but I just worked in the mines. Or, well, I was supposed to, anyway..." He paused. It was kind of weird to have a conservation while one of the participants couldn't see the other. "I-I'm gonna... make myself visible again. Don't be startled..." He hit the button on his SFG, and the faint air distortions that had marked his position grew in both size and intensity, and over the course of half a second, resolved themselves into the image of an unremarkable Onu-Matoran. Or at least, unremarkable for a Metruan. By the way she spoke, it seemed a fellow Matoran of any kind was extremely remarkable to Mahrika. He was silent for a couple seconds as he stared at the other Matoran. "Uh, to answer your other questions... We did have Toa in Metru-Nui... Well, we still have Toa, I reckon, but there's not a Metru-Nui anymore." There was some distaste in his tone. *First real threat to the Matoran since I've been alive, and the Toa fail dramatically to keep us safe,* he thought to himself. *Why do we even have them?* "There are some Turaga, too," he continued. "If the decrepit sods survived the crash." He frowned. "Oh. And there are plenty of *Vahki*." He spat the word, but offered no elaboration. Ollem displayed visible confusion when she asked about the 'new mountain'. Now that he was visible again, and moreover, fairly certain she wasn't going to shoot him, he turned around. Oh. Looming on the horizon was the colossal robot head that had borne him here. It almost made him chuckle, the sheer absurdity of it. "Do you mean that?" OOC: @Harvali
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IC: Ollem - Wastes Suva (7, 8) "No, no, I am a Matoran!" the invisible voice insisted. He was conflicted about this woman, who moved erratically and spoke to herself, but he knew he had to convince her of the truth on this matter. He wasn't about to claim he was a Skakdi, or whatever an Aspect was. "I'm not... I'm not from here; not from this place... I'm from... somewhere else, and I wound up here by mistake." He wasn't sure how much detail to give. Was she even aware of the giant head on the horizon? She had to be, right? It was massive and loomed over everything, but maybe it was behind a dune, in this particular spot? He couldn't turn around to check. Though even if she knew of it, would she believe that a massive city had been inside of it, full of Matoran and Toa and countless other races? OOC: @Harvali
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IC: Ollem - Wastes Suva (7, 8) S-skakdi? There were no Skakdi here. Had the other Matoran mistaken him for one? That seemed unlikely, but it was the only working explanation the Onu-Matoran could come up with. A few tense moments passed in silence. "I-I'm no Skakdi," Ollem said, finally. He was still invisible, but he let his shoulders droop and took an unsteady breath. Maybe she wasn't going to shoot him, after all. OOC: @Harvali
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IC: Ollem - Desert Suva (7, 8) The Onu-Matoran slowly approached the familiar shape of the Suva - after he was quite certain that the Toa he saw beside it was truly just an illusion. Was he going crazy? Or, perhaps, was this some sort of image being projected by the Suva? He drew closer to investigate, and nearly leaped out his skin when he saw the figure of Mahrika standing opposite the Suva to him, quite solid and holding a weapon. With a yelp, he tapped a button on his stealth field generator, and vanished from sight. OOC: @Harvali
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IC: Providence - Nearing the Surface "My first reflex is to say that I'm not one of 'them', but I'm not 100% sure who 'them' is referring to, so..." It occurred to him that the blue-armored figure had asked him about Zak-Yak. The Aspect had failed to realize it at the time, as Zak-Yak was currently invisible. "Oh, and Zak-Yak isn't with the other Mesi. From what I gather, he seems to think that the robot man is a god or something." That wasn't quite right. Zak-Yak actually thought that Varian was an Aspect, like Providence himself was, but the Mesi also thought that Aspects were gods. Which wasn't quite true, at least not yet. But he was pretty sure that his new (and blue) companion would only be more confused by those extra details, and so he kept things simple for now. "In any case, we're definitely not gonna sacrifice you, if that's what you're asking. Unless we get a really good offer in return, that is... Kidding!" Prov straightened up as he heard Vent stirring on his shoulder. "It's OK, friend, we're almost out." OOC: @Dane-gerous @Snelly @Sparticus147 @Toru Nui @Vezok's Friend
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IC: Barius - Irnakk's Tooth Barius was smiling. He had been since Boss had picked him to ascend the Tooth with him. It was time. Death or glory. "Worry not, shade. You will be safe, as long as you are valuable." Barius' newest Kraata shifted slightly as he gradually began to draw upon its power for the first time. The Warskaks climbing the Tooth would begin to grow increasingly apprehensive, as the Skak's Kraata power exacerbated the fear already instilled by the colossal, sacred mountain. OOC: @Nato the Traveler @Keeper of Kraata @Conway @Sparticus147 @Unreliable Narrator IC: Providence - Reaching the Surface The Aspect frowned. "Wait, did you not feel it, too? That hum... Deeper, and more reverberating that anything I've ever felt. I can feel a pull, tugging me eastward. Perhaps it is something unique to my kind?" His frown softened as they turned, and saw a light up ahead. "Ah, there's the exit! We're so close!" OOC: @Dane-gerous @Snelly @Toru Nui @Vezok's Friend IC: Morangad - Outside Metru-Koro The Tiokaha set himself down in the sand, within sight of the gates of the town. He wasn't sure what he would do, even if the Av-Toa did agree to come back with him. He needed some way to get back to the Swamp. And yet, he wanted nothing less than to ride in a vehicle again... OOC: Morangad open for interaction. And so is Ollem, still.
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IC: Ollem - Starving in the desert Most people have had the experience of waking up in an unfamiliar place, and struggled with those first few stressful moments of trying to remember what brought them to where they are. But you'll forgive me if I assert that Ollem's past few mornings had been a far stronger sip of that same brew than most ever taste. For what he reckoned must be the 15th time, he found himself laying in an endless bed of sand, staring up at a frighteningly open sky, paralyzed with fear and an overwhelming sense of loneliness. He reached for his pack, shaking the contents out onto his sand-dusted chest. Do you wanna know what was in the pack? A slice of bread. A slice of bread, and more sand. At least the bread was in a sleeve, and thus only had a little sand on it. He ate it slowly, savoring what might have been the last food he ever ate. He was too far to go back, now, far too far. Heck, he wasn't sure he'd have gone back if he could. Not to that Karzing place. He'd hoped to find something new. Something better, here on this planet. He'd dared to think that maybe the cataclysmic impact that had laid low all Metru-Nui could be a new start for him-- deliverance from the pitiful existence he'd eked out prior. He'd seen plenty of small Rahi amidst the sands; tried to catch a few, even, though to no avail. Surely there were beings like him, beings with whom he could take shelter, and live among. But it had been two weeks, and he'd found nothing. And now he was out of food. He still had some water, but soon that would be gone, as well, and he reckoned that would kill him even quicker in the heat of the desert. He supposed dying here would be better than dying in the street. For all the monotony and harshness, the desert did have a certain beauty to it. Not like the city, which was ugly and full of hate. Yes, dying somewhere beautiful would be enough. It wasn't like he had any other options. ...But he did still have one other option, didn't he? Maybe, just maybe, if he kept walking, he'd find what he was looking for. Maybe salvation was just over that next dune. No, he had to keep going, until his legs gave out beneath him, and his heart went still. Then he would die, gazing forever into that awesome, awful void of space with vacant eyes. But until that happened, he'd keep walking, and hope to find something, anything. OOC: Ollem open for interaction.
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IC: Barius - Warskak Convoy Barius, hanging near the forefront of the pack, was prepared for anything the Ash Barrens would throw at them as they fled the worm. IC: Providence - Mesi Tunnels The Aspect scraped his side against the wall, tumbling to the ground and narrowly managing to twist his body to avoid tripping up Takadox, as he was consumed by the reverberating sound of the gong. He picked himself up and continued running, sprinting ahead to catch up to his new, blue friend. "Take a left here!" He said, excitedly. "I know exactly where we're gonna go, now." OOC: @Dane-gerous @Snelly @Sparticus147 @Vezok's Friend IC: Morangad - Outside Metru-Koro The Tiokaha was thankful for the supposed interruption of this inaudible gong, as he had no idea what the Aspect had just been talking about. Accordingly, he did not ask why he was unable to hear it. "...If you are serious about this moral light business, and you have reason to believe that evil is to be done, then by all means, do what you must to stop it." He considered going along, but he had to heal the swamp, and he'd told Keitara that he would be available here for the time being. And in any case, he would likely want to kill any Aspects that were performing unwholesome rituals, and he doubted that Sorilax would be able to set up an impromptu justice system wherever they found themselves adventuring. OOC: @Kal the Guardian
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Six Kingdoms: Rebirth -- Character Profiles And Rules
Burnmad replied to Unreliable Narrator's topic in Bionicle RPG
Name: Ollem Breed: Onu-Matoran Faction: Refugees Brief Description: Average-height Matoran with black coloration. Heavyset for a Matoran. Wears a purple, unpowered Kanohi Komau. Clothed (not by choice) in worn garments, prefers to dress in black and red. Background/Occupation: Let's not mince words; Ollem was a thief on Metru-Nui. Unwilling to perform the menial labor that that he was supposedly 'destined' for, he turned to stealing his daily bread instead. Or rather, stealing goods that could then be sold in order to buy food. But one night a couple weeks ago, two big things changed in his life. The first is that he... 'acquired' an unfamiliar, and apparently experimental device used for, shall we say, personal concealment. The second is that God died and his entire world crashed into a desert. Shell-shocked and feeling no particular connection to a society on whose fringes he had been forced to spend his entire life, Ollem responded to the devastation by quite literally walking away, off into the sand, with a bag of supplies that he grabbed during the chaos. But now those supplies are running out, and the Onu-Matoran thief feels the familiar sensation of hunger once again. Flaws: As a Matoran, Ollem is physically diminutive and weak, when compared to many other species. (Physical flaw) Ollem is highly resistant to authority, especially that of Toa, Vahki, and Turaga-- all the symbols of the society that had tossed him aside. Unfortunately, he's also quite headstrong, and frequently disregards good advice if it's delivered in the wrong way, or by the wrong person. (Psychological flaw) Powers/Equipment: As an Onu-Matoran, Ollem has greater stamina and physical endurance than the typical Matoran, as well as excellent night vision. (Breed quirk) Ollem has very recently acquired a marvelous device that bends the light around him in order to render him invisible to the naked eye. It works while moving, but is less effective, based on how skilled the user is at making smooth movements. It also works better the farther away an observer is; in close quarters, an attentive eye could pick out even a stationary user by the tell-tale heat-like distortions the device creates. At long range however, it renders a user effectively invisible. The stealth field also dampens any sounds he makes. Ollem is still very inexperienced with using the device. (Primary equipment) The Onu-Matoran is also equipped with a weapon that harnesses power from the environment in order to expel small quantities of elemental metal at high velocities. Also known as a 'gun'. Well, sarcasm aside, it does regenerate ammo over time. (Secondary equipment) -
IC: Morangad - Outside Metru-Koro The Tiokaha scowled. "If you seek to do good, why do you simply allow this Tuakana to walk away? The world would be better served if beings such as them were dispatched with." OOC: @Kal the Guardian @Sparticus147
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IC: Morangad - Outside Metru-Koro The Tiokaha was about to say that he'd rather have back the family that was taken from him, when Sorilax issued his warning, triggered seemingly by the passing of another of his shadowy kind. He laughed mirthlessly. "That bellowing was merely a consequence of what brought us here. The Av-Toa you saw in that wretched vehicle... she is not whole. There is something ill with her light." OOC: @Kal the Guardian
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IC: Providence - Mesi Tunnels The Aspect jerked, yelping as Zak-Yak materialized amidst them. Before he could respond, the Mesi disappeared again--- with Varian. "Well... I don't know if the problem is solved, per se, but it is gone now." He resumed running for the exit at close-to full speed, still carrying Vent's unconscious form. OOC: @Dane-gerous @Snelly @Sparticus147 @Vezok's Friend IC: Morangad - Outside Metru-Koro The Tiokaha's face hardened and his eyes narrowed as he locked eyes with Sorilax. So the Aspect had been around back then. But just as quickly, his face softened again, though he still eyed the other being warily. "...Your apology is not particularly meaningful to me." There was some anger in his voice, but not particularly malice. To be honest, he wasn't sure what would be meaningful to him, if anything. He'd had literal millennia to consider the question, but all his time in isolation had made it only so that everything outside of the Swamp seemed like an emotionless void to him. And he was far from the Swamp right now; farther than he'd been since he first arrived at it. OOC: @Kal the Guardian
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IC: Morangad - Outside Metru-Koro "Not particularly," the Tiokaha answered. His head hurt; he'd thought the Aspect had been on the cargo hauler, and wasn't expecting him to be left in its dust with him. He coughed from the aforementioned dust. "Tiokaha were never particularly common, but since the blasted Skakdi that your kind aided--" he stopped. In all likelihood, every Aspect that had been alive when his people were killed, had long since perished. Deep breaths, Morangad. "My apologies, this has been one of the most stressful days I've had in centuries. What I was about to say is that I could, for all I know, be the last of my kind." OOC: @Kal the Guardian
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IC: Morangad - Cargo Hauler "Woah there," Morangad spoke up, as the cargo hauler jerked forward towards the settlement. "I have to get off here." Karz, the nerve of this group. They'd invaded his swamp, done god-knew-what to it, possibly killed one of its most impressive specimens, made him horribly ill and so forced him to ride in a vehicle-- and now they would not even take him back to the swamp, and were rudely taking the conversation he had been trying to participate in, to a place he couldn't go. "Toa... Keitara, is it?" He offered a parting glance at the woman who had caused the damage. She, at least, seemed like she wanted to take responsibility for what she had done. "If you want to speak with me about possibly healing the swamp, I will probably be in this area for the next day or so, while I figure out what to do." He climbed out of the hauler, saying one final thing. "By the way..." He glanced at Sorilax. "I'm a Tiokaha, not a Toa." OOC: @Toru Nui @Keeper of Kraata @TL01 NUVA @Conway @Tarn @Snelly @Kal the Guardian @Sparticus147
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IC: Morangad - Cargo Hauler The Tiokaha's attention shot back and forth like a Kolhii ball as the discussion in the cargo hauler flitted between topics, sometimes pursuing more than one at the same time. His years... well, centuries in complete isolation, had impacted his ability to follow a conversation. Didn't help that everyone else's thoughts were ramming into his head. "Now, hold on!" He cut in finally, deciding that developing a firm grasp on exactly what was happening was a lost cause. "You said that this Kraata is unlike anything you've seen, didn't you?" He jabbed a finger at Sorilax. He was fairly certain he'd heard this strange Aspect mutter something to that effect. "Perhaps, then, its formation didn't require a heartlight?" Toa, as a whole, were decent enough folk. And this girl didn't seem like she'd be the sort to kill someone and rip their heartlight out. In spite of the tension of the situation, he couldn't help but be amused by Sorilax's thoughts, which were bouncing around in Morangad's already busy skull. OOC: @Toru Nui @Snelly @Tarn @Kal the Guardian @Sparticus147 @Keeper of Kraata @Conway @TL01 NUVA
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IC: Providence - Mesi Tunnels "Just trust me!" The Aspect replied. He didn't have time to explain the peculiarities of his shadow abilities to the blue-clad warrior. As he glanced back at his allies once more, something occurred to him, which nearly caused him to stop dead in his tracks. An Aspect curse escaped his mouth. "The way we came in is too narrow! Varian won't be able to fit!" He was still moving, but drastically slowed. He had already begun to probe the tunnels around them for an alternate route. OOC: @Dane-gerous @Snelly @Sparticus147 @Toru Nui @Vezok's Friend
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IC: Morangad - Cargo Hauler The Tiokaha scowled. Did these folk truly intend to simply walk away, after their meddling had caused grievous harm to the swamp's ecosystem? He considered asking directly - and pointedly - but a more pressing query, which filled him with even more disgust, took precedence. "Air... ship?" OOC: @Conway @TL01 NUVA @Toru Nui @Tarn @Snelly @Keeper of Kraata @Kal the Guardian @Sparticus147
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IC: Barius - ALASKAN. BULL. WORM The Skak growled as he pushed himself to his feet. He had narrowly avoided the Worm's descending head, and the nearby impact had sent a wave of force through the sand beneath him, bucking him into the air. Seeing the Convoy was electing to flee, Barius followed. He was a glory hound, but he would not fight a creature thousands of times his size alone. Metal-clad feet pounded the sand, adopting a sprinter's posture as he raced away from the massive rahi. OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Nato the Traveler IC: Providence - Mesi Tunnels Providence, too, was running; carrying Vent with him as he led the blue-clad warrior and his other recently-gained allies upwards through the twisting tunnels. He was tireless, no flesh, muscle, or sinew to be found within the metal frame of his form, but his allies - or, most of them, anyhow - were not; he could hear their panting, a faint reverberation through his armor. He slowed, glancing back at them. "We are almost near the surface. Start thinking up where to go from there, because I have no idea." Below and far behind, the Vahki that had zapped him could hear the words as well, dampened as if heard through water. OOC: @Toru Nui @Dane-gerous @Snelly @Sparticus147 @Vezok's Friend IC: Morangad - Cargo Hauler (Outside Metru-Koro) Morangad eyed Sorilax warily, brow knit. He had never known an Aspect to offer charity. Still, the Av-Toa did not seem to show any ill effects from the rhotuka... yet. OOC: @Tarn @Kal the Guardian @TL01 NUVA @Conway
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IC: Barius - A wild sand worm has appeared! Clad in his mostly-repaired ACR, Barius was easily able to leap out of the way of the massive maw's descent. He grunted, the impact jostling him around and aggravating his still-hurting ear. Karz, he cursed to himself, marveling at the awful majesty of the massive creature, as it devoured rigs that were too slow to avoid it in a single bite. The thing would destroy the entire convoy if they weren't careful in their response to it. A gout of burning napalm poured from his newly-repaired flamethrower. Perhaps the beast would dislike flame? He hoped so, anyway. OOC: @Unreliable Narrator
