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IC: Providence - Mesi Tunnels The Aspect flinched as he was struck by the bolt of energy from the Vahki's weapon. But it didn't seem to have any negative effects, as far as he could tell. He continued out of the cavernous room, allies following behind him; unaware that his senses were now being monitored. Meanwhile, the Vahki would find her sensors thrown into disarray, as a seemingly nonsensical stream of sensory information filtered into the receptors dedicated to its Staff of Presence. Unless the tool was malfunctioning, there was something deeply wrong with the sight of the being that she had hit. Rather than visual information, that which NU-8020S received was more along the lines of touch, or... echolocation? It felt as if the robotic being's perception had suddenly expanded all throughout the cave system. It was difficult to parse, and though not impossible to decipher, would certainly take some getting used to. There was an audio feed as well, which was strange as well, but much closer to what she expected from dealing with Matoran. That was easy enough to adjust to, and she could hear the sounds of Providence's party thundering up a cave, a cacophony of footsteps, and little else beyond several beings' breathing. OOC: @Toru Nui @Dane-gerous @Snelly @Sparticus147 @Edelgard @Jakura Nuva @Vezok's Friend
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IC: Providence - Mesi Tunnels "Uh." Providence wasn't sure what made one a 'criminal' in Zakazian society. Nor was he certain what a criminal even was. This truth, coupled with the fact that he was entirely unfamiliar with the approaching individuals, meant that the Aspect was not particularly inclined to comply. Perhaps Vent would have protested had the Tiokaha been conscious, but alas. As their shadow finished dragging them over to Prov, he bent down and lifted his new friend's slight form onto his shoulders. Zak-Yak was nowhere to be seen amidst the chaos, and would likely follow Varian's lead regardless. Providence supposed he had done everything he could to consolidate his allies together, and so he urged the blue fellow: "We should get out of here. This way!" He still remembered the layout of the tunnels from when he'd probed them with shadow, and so he led the warrior towards an exit that would take them in a surface-ward direction. A handful of animated shadows stayed behind to block the advancing newcomers with their bodies-- though the Vahki would find that the shadow people did nothing to harm them, merely blocking the way with their bodies until dispatched. OOC: @Dane-gerous @Snelly @Sparticus147 @Edelgard @Jakura Nuva @Toru Nui @Vezok's Friend
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IC: Providence - Mesi Tunnels "I don't have any other friends, so probably not," Prov answered, still standing in place. As he focused, the shadow of the unconscious Tiokaha stood up and began dragging Vent roughly along the ground. Cuts and bruises were better than being sacrificed. The shadows of the Skakdi that had been knocked over continued to fight without their owners' awareness, congregating around Vent and their own shadow. Protecting the strange pair from any Mesi that drifted too close. "I don't think we have time to find out. Let's get out of here!" OOC: @Dane-gerous @Snelly @Sparticus147 @Edelgard @Jakura Nuva @Toru Nui @Vezok's Friend
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IC: Providence - Mesi Tunnels "Thanks, blue person!" Providence said, accepting the warrior's hand and letting them pull him up. He had no problem with the being's own killing, of course; that was just a part of the brutal... ecosystem of Zakaz, if you will. Exterminating these Mesi was both impractical and unnecessary; with the person they had been about to sacrifice freed, their priority had ought to be getting out. The Aspect took a second to look around the chamber. Deciding that Vent was the most in need of assistance at the moment, he animated the shadows of their aggressors to wrestle them to the ground before they could harm the Tiokaha. OOC: @Dane-gerous @Snelly @Sparticus147 @Vezok's Friend
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IC: Barius - Scrapshop The Skakdi huffed in response, before turning to walk the short distance back to the defiled corpse that had provided him with a heartlight. He picked up the late Toa's mask; the Kanohi was useless to him directly, but it would serve as a trophy of his victory, and perhaps a bargaining chip down the road. He checked the body for additional supplies, but Reson's worn satchel was empty; in all likelihood, the contents had spilled out while he was hanging upside-down on Cor's rig. Or some of the Skaks had relieved him of his stuff. Didn't much matter either way; Barius had gotten what he was looking for from the Toa. Then he returned to his ACR. When he felt that most eyes were off of him, he raised a hand and placed it on the side of his face, below his still-deafened ear. When he pulled it back, it was wet with blood, and with some other, unfamiliar fluid. That was not a good sign. He climbed into his rig. If he let this injury distract him, he wouldn't live long enough to see it heal, anyhow. It was time to continue on to the next stop. OOC: @Conway @Unreliable Narrator IC: Providence - Mesi Tunnels Providence yelped in surprise as the vines tangled around his ankles caused him to trip and fall into the rapidly softening earth, becoming partially buried beneath it. He tried to dig himself out. He wasn't sure how to deal with these Mesi; he couldn't blind them, and there were far too many to subdue with his sleep powers, especially when he wasn't yet even strong enough to actually put people to sleep. Diplomacy, as an option, had probably vanished when Varian rushed in and fired a rocket. He could make blades out of the shadows in the cavern, but that would kill them! That was hardly nice. OOC: @Dane-gerous @Snelly @Sparticus147 @Vezok's Friend IC: Morangad - Outside Metru-Koro As he surveyed the far-off walls of the settlement with a discerning eye, the Tiokaha's face was inscrutable. It had been a long time since he'd been to a settlement of any sort. In fact, he hadn't spoken to anyone more than the occasional wayward traveler since the Skaks had slaughtered his village. Even now, he could feel countless souls at the edges of his mind. The sensation, at this distance, was much more manageable than when they were close by. In fact, it was almost electrifying. "If no medic is forthcoming, I can reach out to some of the people in the village. Someone will surely heed my request."
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IC: Providence - Mesi Tunnels Oh, dear. These 'Mesi' were overpowering his tendrils of shadow. He supposed these beings were rowdier than he'd previously imagined. A couple were coming up behind him. Providence danced out of the way, tapping one on the forehead as he did. The sluggishness imposed by his touch caused the pale, eyeless Skak to crash into his compatriot. With the brief reprieve he had earned, the Aspect focused the shadows that he had gathered around the blue-armored warrior into a blade, which he caused to sever the being's bonds, before dissipating. OOC: @Dane-gerous @Snelly @Sparticus147 @Vezok's Friend
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IC: Barius - Scrapshop Barius breathed in deeply, relishing the surge of power that accompanied the attachment of his second Kraata. Honestly, he didn't hear most of the ritual spoken by Parnassus; his ears were still ringing. As the desecration finished and the Aspect asked his question, Barius was distracted for some seconds from answering, as he was struck with the troubling realization that the hearing in his left ear wasn't returning. But he suppressed his surprise, and after a brief delay, shook Parn's hands off his face, rising to his full height. "I have no god," he proclaimed, loud enough for everyone to hear. OOC: @Conway
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IC: Barius - Scrapshop Barius took a solid 5 seconds to catch his breath and admire his handiwork, looking down on the broken body before him. He knew it was real, this time. But the heartlight wouldn't keep beating forever. He walked over to where the knife was still sticking up out of the sand, grabbed it, and then returned to the body, in order to perform the grisly task at hand. Some moments later, he stood before the Aspect he'd wagered with. If Miserix had answered his verbal question at all, then Barius could not decipher it, so he defaulted to the request that he had already been planning: "I wish to strike fear into the hearts of my enemies, boogeyman. Can you do that for me?" OOC: @Conway
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IC: Providence - Mesi Tunnels Oh, jeez. Everyone had spilled into the chamber at the drop of a hat. Providence followed them in, bathing the area around the blue-armored sacrifice-to-be in shadow, tendrils of the element wrapping around his aggressors and trying to pull them away from him. OOC: @Dane-gerous @Snelly @Sparticus147 @Vezok's Friend IC: Morangad - Cargo Hauler Morangad looked out the windscreen of the cargo hauler, seeing the settlement crest the horizon. Oh, how he dreaded these next few hours... "Would you please stop this contraption and allow me to disembark before we are fully amidst your village?" He asked Waveahk, who seemed to be in charge. "I am sensitive to large groups of people. I could not stand entering the settlement proper." OOC: @Toru Nui @Keeper of Kraata @Tarn @Conway @TL01 NUVA
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IC: Barius - Scrapshop It was time to finish this. Barius stepped forward, standing beside the exhausted, bloodied Toa that lay on the ground. Bending over, he slid his hands beneath Reson's prone form, scooping him up like a mere babe, albeit with vastly different intentions. The Toa's mask grew even more distant from him, empty eye holes staring up at him from where the Kanohi had landed in the sand, seemingly mocking his fate. Holding his defeated opponent up over his head, Barius smiled through the pain of his own injuries, turning a full rotation, to give everyone in the cheering crowd a good view of his victory. Building anticipation for what was to come next. Bringing the Toa's body down, he brought his knee up, colliding into Reson's spine with a sickening crunch! The force was enough to send a jolt of pain lancing through Barius' leg. He could only imagine what it felt like to be on the receiving end. OOC: @Nato the Traveler
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IC: Barius - Scrapshop The Skak's own hand shot up, and caught the punch. It hurt a bit, but thick as his skin was - and tired as his opponent was - it wasn't particularly hard to do. Yanking the Toa forward, he shot out his own fist to meet his approaching face. OOC: @Nato the Traveler
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IC: Barius - Scrapshop Good. The horrible screeching was done. Now he just needed to make sure that the Toa couldn't use that trick of his again. He strode forward, aiming to step one foot on Reson's chest, before raising the haft of the spear up once more, pausing briefly to catch his breath, and then bringing it down with thunderous force toward his opponent's troublesome mask. OOC: @Nato the Traveler
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IC: Barius - Scrapshop Barius grunted as the Toa released whining sound at his face. If he knew what a chalkboard was, he might think that the noises sounded like claws on one, only ten times louder. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes, and he wondered whether his invuln Kraata had made his eardrums as tough as the rest of him. Aborting the plan of dropping the spear, he instead turned its blunt end down, and brought it, double-handed, down on Reson's gut. He had to make him stop making that hideous noise. OOC: @Nato the Traveler
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IC: Barius - Scrapshop The Skak bowed his head, tucking his chin into his chest, and took the kick with a grunt, even as he shot to his feet. He shifted one of his hands up the shaft, leaving backwards to counterbalance and lifting the spear up in the air, Toa still attached. He then brought it down to the earth, attempting to slam Reson into the sand, and scramble on top of him. OOC: @Nato the Traveler
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IC: Barius - Scrapshop With his free hand, Barius ripped away the raggedy armor that lay between him and his prize. He raised the knife in the air, and plunged it down... A flash of movement reflected in the flat of the blade. That same, haggard face. The knife was buried in the sand where the mirage of the Toa had been. He let it stay there as he whirled to face the advancing Toa. He was just in time to catch the spear that was rapidly approaching him. For whatever reason, Reson wasn't going for the heartlight; his opponent was instead aiming for the knee that was jutting out, as Barius was kneeling on the other. The Skakdi's massive hands clapped around the tip of the weapon, even as its point dug into his skin. Thanks to the Kraata he already had on his neck, and the large surface area of contact, the spear didn't cut him open. It did bite into his hands quite a bit though, eliciting a snarl as rivulets of blood began to seep from them. "Nice trick," he sneered, twisting the spear to free it from the Toa's grasp once more. OOC: @Nato the Traveler
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IC: Barius - Scrapshop Barius stopped awkwardly, unable to keep himself from chuckling in surprise. The Toa's head had come, like, all the way off. That had never happened before-- at least, not from a single punch. He immediately suspected something was up, but if there was trickery in play, then the Toa had painted a very convincing picture of his own spewing blood and rolling head, because all the Skakdi gathered round were cheering as if they had seen the same thing as Barius. He didn't have time to doubt the reality of the situation; he was no doctor, but he'd done a lot of killing, and in his experience, hearts stopped beating after just a few minutes of the body being... incapacitated. He needed to get the heartlight out of the body and present it to Parnassus, while it was still fresh. He stepped forward and produced the knife from his hip. Stooping down on one knee, he prepared to plunge the blade into the corpse that lay before him. He took a second to gauge where he had ought to start cutting; he didn't want to cut the precious organ to ribbons. OOC: @Nato the Traveler
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IC: Barius - Scrapshop Barius smiled. That was more like it. He'd been anticipating ducking his head out of the way of the punch, so he was able to avoid the brunt of the blast. Did make his left ear ring quite a bit, though. But now it was his turn. He stepped forward and swung his fist up to crack the Toa in the chin. OOC: @Nato the Traveler
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IC: Barius - Scrapshop Barius scowled. Was that really all the Toa had in him? It was over so quickly... Too quickly for the Skak's tastes. He tossed the spear behind him, and stowed the knife in his waist. Grinning to the crowd of warskaks around him, he put up his dukes, and waited for the Toa to get back up. This wasn't to be a show of power; that ship had sailed when he'd knocked him down and disarmed him. No, now he'd indulge the warband's appetite for pointless cruelty. OOC: @Nato the Traveler
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IC: Barius - Scrapshop Barius braced himself as he barrelled through the blast. He'd had plenty of time to mull over the Toa's elemental powers since he'd taken him hostage in Po-Koro, but he was still caught off guard by the intensity of the shock wave. It rippled through his chest, and he felt shaking his skin, his very organs, his entire torso vibrating painfully to the frequency of the weaponized sound wave. But the power of it was not enough to stop the momentum he had gathered. He opened the fist that had been shooting forward to strike the Toa, and used it to instead seize the spear that was pointed at him, pushing it forcefully into Reson's chest. OOC: @Nato the Traveler @Conway
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IC: Barius - Scrapshop "Fair warning," the Skak muttered, as he turned around. He'd walked ten paces away from the Toa while he'd put on his mask and gotten off the ground. A circle of Skaks had formed around them, brandishing weapons to jab at anyone who got too close to the edges of the ring. "I always lead." Barius was grinning as he charged headlong at his opponent. His weapon of choice, a big ol' spiked club, was dangling from the back of his ACR-- he wielded only the knife he had borrowed, which seemed small in his big, meaty hand. He seemingly intended to kill Reson with the blade, as well as carving his heart out. But the real threat was his clenched right fist. The blade hovered in front of his midsection, guarding against the spear wielded by Reson, but the fist thundered forward, headed directly for the Toa's gut. OOC: @Nato the Traveler @Conway IC: Providence - Mesi Tunnels "Oh, wow," was all Providence could say. These Zakazians really could be brutal. He was content to watch, but something told him his companions - two of the three, anyhow - would want to interfere, so he reckoned he'd be the first to suggest it. "We should probably stop them, right...?" OOC: @Dane-gerous @Snelly @Sparticus147
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OOC: Double post, blame BZP
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IC: Barius - Scrapshop Yup, I am, thought Barius. The Toa was s, he'd give him that. Even now, he was makin' an obscene gesture at the hulking Skak that was coming to tear his heart out. That was the kind of thing that earned you some respect. Not mercy, though. He stopped. He chuckled. A gruff, harsh sound, that grew in volume until Barius was having a right proper giggle fit in front of the bound Toa. "You hear that, boys?" He howled, still laughing. "The Toa wants a rematch." Still laughing, he closed the distance with the knife, raised it up into the air. Still laughing, he brought it swinging down... Cutting the rope that bound Reson. "Cor, give the boy his face back, would you? And someone, hand him a weapon. He won't need it for long" Impugning upon his ability was an insult that he could not simply shrug off. And in any case, he really needed a good fight right now. OOC: @Nato the Traveler @Conway IC: Morangad - Cargo Hauler Morangad pondered the Toa's reply. A Toa of Light? Hm. He'd met a Toa of Light before, once. She'd come to visit for some reason, long since lost to the Tiokaha's memory. But he did remember her making a sort of light show, dazzling the kids of his village. All different colors of light... "Maybe the color of her light is wrong," he suggested, not offering any further explanation. OOC: @Toru Nui @TL01 NUVA @Tarn @Snelly @Keeper of Kraata
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IC: Barius - Scrapshop Barius' heart rate increased as he looked around the horde of gathered Skaks, and their wretched war machines. He spotted Corrivalis' - it was in the same spot he'd left it - and walked over. Thankfully, Parnassus was still nearby. And the prisoner was still strapped to Cor's lizard. "Change of plans," he announced, looking at Parnassus. "I think I'll get you that heartlight now. Someone lend me a knife." There was an abundance of knives to be had among the Warskaks, and an even greater abundance of bloodlust. More than one blade was being held out to him by time he had stepped out of his armor. He grabbed one by the blade, his tough skin untouched by the sharp knife's bite, before shifting his grip to hold it by the handle. He started approaching Reson. "Sorry, meat, I'm afraid I'm gonna need somethin' from ya." OOC: @Nato the Traveler @Conway
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IC: Barius - Scrapshop Barius kept up his confident grin as he received the cryptic answer, but internally, he was confounded. 'Without a doubt'? What in the world did that mean? As Boss turned his attention to the wreck that Barius had presented to him, the upstart did a heel turn and strode his armor out of the shop, cursing in his head even as he sneered at the onlookers. OK. OK, OK, OK. He needed to fix up his ACR. The fuel lines were all shot, and the surface was riddled with dents. It also needed the blood and viscera hosed off. He guided it into one of the garage doors, as far away from the E Street as possible, and got to work. He would spend the next few hours repairing it, while watching the wreck he'd brought in also be restored to its former glory, at the same time. He finished a bit before Boss' crew, by virtue of having much less work to do, and spent the rest of his time among the Warskaks, wracking his brain over what he was to do. 'Without a doubt'... It had to mean something, right? And what of the Toa he'd taken captive? He wanted a heartlight to give to Parnassus - sooner rather than later, as he felt a confrontation with Boss was coming soon - but killing Reson would guarantee more fighting with Po-Koro. ...But then, he was already counting on that. He'd anticipated cutting the Toa's throat open in front of the disobedient village in a couple weeks' time, anyhow. Why not put the Toa to use in the meantime? What to do? What. To. Do? OOC: Anyone wants to interact with Barius... make it quick. He might not be around much longer.
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IC: Barius - Warskak Garage The Skakdi sneered at Boss' strange, ritualistic instruction, chest shaking with a single bark of laughter as he peered into the orb, staring into one of its three glittering eyes. He clapped twice, mockingly. Whether he was mocking 'Miss' or the Boss, an outside observer could not say for certain. In his head, he forcefully thought a series of words, hoping that they would be heard by the spirit within the tiny, spherical prison - and that the same would heed them. I would offer you a chance at freedom, demon. All you must do is tell me of Nektann's weaknesses. Aloud, he uttered a question only slightly more innocuous. "What kinda slug would make me the most powerful?" He grinned. OOC: @Unreliable Narrator
