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Christmas! In the spirit of which, I'd like to thank everyone for their continued presence and involvement. I have a full two weeks off from scholarly responsibilities, which I intend to use to catch up as thoroughly as I can— ideally completely. I'm not going to bet anything I can't afford to lose on it, I've learned better, but that's the goal. I hope you all have a good holiday, if it's one you celebrate!
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Hi Larry Berry, and welcome! I'm sorry you've been waiting, but this time of year is a little busy even without other things going on. I haven't forgotten that looking this over is on my to-do list, I just haven't quite gotten there. I'll do so as soon as I can, and I'll message you back by PM. Same goes for everyone else; one day I won't have to ask your patience, but we're not quite there yet. I'll be getting things caught up as quickly as I can.
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IC: "Then a garden. A garden, and a..." The Matoran's mouth quirked suddenly, lopsidedly; the comic indignity of their arrival warring— just for a moment— with the severity of his tale. "A fountain. The Dasaka have an imperial culture. The uncle of their empress is— was— the Imperial Executioner, and five foreigners and a member of their lowest caste had just appeared from thin air and landed in the fountain of his private garden. It got his attention." Tarnok began to rub at his eyes, his lack of sleep beginning to set in while he tried to organize his thoughts, but stopped abruptly. In front of three Toa, two of them Maru, one their leader, and one his former commander he refused to show that weakness. Not when he was laying bare his gravest sin and how it had come to be. His spine straightened and his eyes focused, the meandering path of his recollection finding once more the clear path through his memories. "Mata Nui was supposed to awaken when Makuta was defeated. These portals, they're... They connect distant lands, but also they connect the Great Spirit. Maybe they're like nerves, or blood vessels, or sites of power— I don't know. But without them, we were told, Mata Nui couldn't wake. Not properly. We told Lord Rayuke about the Vault's riddle, and he recognized it. One of his ancestors had found an ancient shrine on Mt. Koshiki, a volcano, with a description that was a clear twin to the Vault's." "It talked about a lock, and a key, and the right time of night. Metal is extremely, extremely rare on the archipelago. They have but one blade made of it, and it belongs to the Executioner. It was supposed to be the key." He reached down to his belt for a knife, but not one he was familiar with— Sulov at least could tell the difference. He had seen the certainty, from weight to shape, with which Tarnok knew the blades on his belt. This one was unfamiliar to him, and it was clear why as soon as he lay the crystalline weapon on the bar in front of him. "The Dasaka use forged crystal like this, instead. It seemed familiar when I met a few of their people at the Kini-Nui, before we left. I couldn't put my finger on it then. It was from the Hive Battle." "I only saw it at a distance, but that Dark Toa's sword was made of the same material." He stared at the blade in front of him, then shook his head. "That should have been a bigger clue. I assume that sword was the key here. We reached the shrine, inserted the key, and..." "And Makuta came out." Shame burned in his voice, no matter how flatly he delivered the words. "Makuta came out, and he brought... Did you ever read the after-action reports? About what happened here, when you fought Makuta." @Void Emissary@EmperorWhenua@Emzee
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IC: "I'm happy to say it isn't my responsibility to know." Krayn's smile faded a little, thinking back on the events of the last day and a half. The refugee fleet, that freak that attacked Leah Maru... "If Dehkaz has a specific plan, he hasn't told me. I can read between the lines a little, though, and I don't think he's planning to wait for Makuta to strike. I think he's looking to go pick a fight in the Kentoku Archipelago." "Wish I knew a little more about how he returned, avoid making that mistake again. I'd be happier, too, if anyone had any idea where the Nightfall guys scattered to. Only Echelon's off the board."
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IC: "Fools have their uses, too. From what I've seen, I doubt this village would have pressed charges if he'd been completely ineffective." Kiyaku rubbed lightly at her chin. "He might be an effective tool, given some guidance. Or he may just be useless. I can think of an easy way to find out."
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IC: "Maybe," he allowed with a lopsided shrug. "Maybe it'd be different, if I was there now. That's not exactly the same 'me' that resigned, though, is it? Lot's happened since then. World isn't the same, either. When I resigned I intended it to be retirement. Couldn't stick with that even before Ko-Koro, though. I might just have to face that I'm not built for it." "Anyway," Krayn continued, with something like a grin crossing his face. "Captains have to be able to do 'inspirational', and I'm not so good at that. If you really feel like you have to make amends somehow, you can provide the alibi if I ever find the airman that dropped that particular fruit on me. Fair?" @Snelly@Void Emissary
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IC: "He wore a hood. I could tell he was a Ta-Matoran by the coloring of his hands." He paused, thinking; remembering. "A bit shorter than me. I never saw what mask he wore, but I remember thinking it was strange. It was some shade of blue, from the brief look I could get in the right lighting. Maybe one of the others had the chance to see his face clearly." @EmperorWhenua@Void Emissary@Emzee
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IC: "Makuta." He'd never been here, despite the throngs of visitors he'd seen in the area over time. It had been a petty sort of pride that kept him away— Sulov owed no one in Onu-Koro anything, not after his exile. He knew where to find his old comrades if he wanted to. If he didn't... If Tarnok went complaining to his old boss, it would have been proof he could never escape Sulov's shadow. That the 7th would never be remembered as anything but their commander's original entourage, background players in Sulov Maru's rise from exile to paragon. Maybe that wasn't fair. No one gets to decide how they're remembered, not even legends. Maybe he was blaming Sulov for his own aimlessness after the Akiri's restructuring, for feeling... Forgotten. Overlooked. No wonder Makuta suckered him so easily. "We all thought he was dead," The Matoran started again, unable to totally keep the accusation out of his voice. "The five of us from Mata-Nui, I mean. Soraya— the Dashi— wouldn't have known either way. We weren't suspicious enough when the Ta-Matoran gathered us. With the Makuta gone, who could know so much about us but Mata-Nui? We met at Kini-Nui, and he lead us to a portal. It would take us to the Kentoku Archipelago, but it would only work once. I'd take you there to see it, but..." He shrugged, the simple motion conveying clear frustration. It didn't help that even with the bar stool to sit at the same bar, even taller than most of his fellow Matoran, he felt towered over. It only rubbed salt in the wound that the people whose victory he had undone were so much bigger physically, too. "He said we'd never find that Place again without the right guide. I don't know that area well, but Leli— Major Leli— patrolled Le-Wahi for years. She said she'd never even heard of a place like it before that night, let alone seen it." @Void Emissary@EmperorWhenua@Emzee
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IC: "Nothing to apologize for." Krayn said it lightly, but without so much as a hint of ambiguity. It wasn't a reprimand. Still it didn't allow an inch of room for argument, for the inevitable 'yes, but-' that would follow— because in Rynekk's place, he would have said the same thing. It was a common thread among them, the hazard of an uncommon standard. It was why Skyra jumped in to help the Maru. It was why Krayn acted to help her. It was why Kale had to be ordered to leave him behind, and why Dehkaz and Naona ignored the danger to rescue him when the odds said he was long dead already. They couldn't live with standing by when there was yet a ghost of a chance. That, the feeling that he didn't try, was what was eating away at Rynekk. "If you need forgiveness, you have it. Even Skyra has it, for being stupid," he raised his voice a little there to make sure she heard. "But nothing would've changed if you had been there." "I may not be all right," Krayn grimaced slightly as conscious thought again made him aware of the dull ache in his shoulder, that he gestured to with his other hand. "but I'm alive. I didn't really expect it at the time. In extremis is a little overkill for self-reflection, but it got the job done. Alright?" @Void Emissary@Snelly
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IC: "Sure. As long as they're not made from kelp." The comment was— almost— humorous. He'd had a long experience with the noodles— and other foods— the Dasaka made with all manner of ocean plant-life. They weren't awful, but they did make him long for something as simple as proper grains. The Matoran started to follow his former commander, but paused when he heard one of the other Toa's question. Tarnok had seen the man before, but not really registered him— certainly not as Stannis Maru. The question wasn't for him. Whatever their dynamics, their plans, they simply weren't his business. @Void Emissary@EmperorWhenua@Emzee
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IC: "They've really got you swabbing the decks, Rynekk?" Krayn asked, with enough humor in his voice to make the jest clear. He waved slightly with his good arm. "That just seems cruel. We didn't get to finish talking earlier, not with Pirok and the new guy showing up afterwards. You had something on your mind?" @Void Emissary
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IC: Since arriving on Mata Nui the mental plane had been... Quiet. So quiet it was disorienting at first. Except on the remotest parts of the archipelago there were presences everywhere, all around; Dashi did not send them but even they were present. These distinct consciousnesses, feelings, sliding across and against each other as they moved through the world. And all distinct. Here the active presences, even the passive ones, faded away to just the crew of the Ryu. Well that wasn't exactly true, she'd found. The inhabitants could be felt, but they had to be sought even more than a Dashi. She still lacked the training as a Willhammer to do much more than feel them, but they were there; Whitehot explained the way that she could feel earth was similar. The comparison left her with some questions about the nature of their respective powers, but that was far from her mind. By now she could recognize the 'feel' of each member of the Ryu's crew individually, after so long in the psionically 'quiet' village. All of that had changed almost overnight. The plane was so loud. It wasn't just the quantity, though that was alien enough after so long in Ga-Koro. It was the fear. The desperation. A people normally so composed had been pushed to the very brink, and it made their mere presences pulsate with uncertainty. So 'loud' were they that Sinshi couldn't sleep all night, and now with the sun rising in the sky she had a headache. Blearily she took a long, long drink from her cup of coffee in hope of wakefulness. IC: "Stupid, certainly," Kiyaku said slowly, thoughtfully. "Not lacking for audacity, though. I wonder if we might not find a use for a fool like that." @Alex Mason
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IC: "It has." The past hung heavy on the words, and for a moment he felt his hand start to rise as though to throw the badge on the ground at Sulov's feet. The betrayal he felt at his core burned— for turning his back on the 7th, forgetting his old comrades, and above all else for lying about the Makuta. It screamed that he could find catharsis if he cast down the symbol of his Duty in front of the leader who had set the standard. The moment passed, and his closed hand sagged limply at his side. Without the anger all he felt was fatigue, deep in every fiber of his being, beyond the weariness from his night-long march. "Makuta is alive, and I set him free."
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IC: "A fair question," she'd said. A mix of well-wishes for her people and an awareness that they were the only ones, for now, who stood any chance of piercing her guise. The one she cast upon herself psychically, of course, but more importantly the airs that she had chosen to put on; that she was simply another refugee, and not the woman who would turn this situation to her advantage. The woman that would here, on this island, find the success and comfort that she was denied at home and even the infamy that would come with it. Now, however, she had for her companion a much more pressing question. "Tell me again. This Toa tried to steal what?"
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IC: "Particularly funny?" Even stifled, he could hear the chuckle fine. The Toa— Makua, he'd said?— had even less to do than Krayn did while the ship was underway. He'd had enough silence in Ko-Wahi, and enough revelations here. Even small talk beat the silence, or Skyra and Praggos' bickering. So, Krayn thought, he might as well ask. @Emzee