Oblitus

Way too much manipulation, guys.I dunno, I'm just paranoid about 'manipulation'.

IC: Amalia/Belthnor: Thanks. And... what's your name again? "Kal, is it? I've talked to one of my friends about the Golden Hammer, and it seems they are in the Stormstone Caves. I believe it was in the East. Is that enough?" Belthnor asked catching up to Kal, hoping to go along with the rest of the group.Amalia snuck away from the guards, creating an illusion concealing her as she went into the Citadel.

Everyone is still where they were, but Amalia, some of KG's NPCs, and Krayzikk are confronting Syran.

Is there any teams you can lead me too, or do I have to wing it? XD

I stopped at 'plain different Kairan'. Just kidding. Anyway, how would I get myself in; I've been somewhat confused about Day Run, which is why I didn't join it in the first place.

IC: Amalia:Amalia desended to where the three Toa were. "End her. She is a being of chaos. Chaos will be our undoing. End this here, and we may be able to stop this menace, unless you are willing for me to probe her?" Amalia interuppted, softly touching the ground.

Is this the copy? Because her mind isn't damaged in this time.

IC: Amalia:Amalia had lost view of her, so she shot towards the window, where she saw both Syran and a Gravity Toa fighting. The blasts the Toa tried to hit Syran were useless, as she dodged all Amalia saw. Now Syran was cornered by two beings now, so she gave a warning message to both, hoping they would be weary about the Avsa user.

Username: BelthnorName: AmaliaFaction: Civilian(Day Run)Species: ToaGender: FemaleDescription: Amalia is roughly 5'6", giving herself a smaller size than normal Toa. Sapphire armor plates are linked across her body, with silver and pink secondary colors. Her face resembles a Rau, which is actually a Kakama, disguised for her personal use. Signs of battle are shown all over her body, as if she was battered horribly and barely survived.Personality: Amalia is usually stubborn to people she does not know, and fights for what she believes in. Persuading her into things she doesn't want usually ends up in a brawl- with her the victor.Equipment: Amalia has two feet inserted jetpacks, a Psionic Rhotuka mounted to her arm(Bends the reality of the victim into an imaginary; lasts roughly 10 min), Element channeling broadswordMask: KakamaPowers: Elemental Power of PsionicsVehicle: None; Amalia prefers to use her skills against opponents rather than use automationsBiography: Amalia came from a distant island in the far reaches of the MU. She survived numerous rahi attacks, achieving what others thought impossible. She traveled back towards Kai-Nam, and found a liking to the Day Run, where she annually participated for her own amusement.

IC: Amalia:While the sights were grotesque, Amalia was not a soft kind of Toa, and attempted to rip apart the memories presented to her. She also aimed her Rhotuka at her and said, "Avsa wielder. Stop, or death will be your end." Amalia's eyes began to color with blue and gold, showing that she would destroy this being if she had to.

IC: Amalia:Amalia's barrier blocked most of te draining, until she fell to the ground, panting. Her memories were too fragile. She would just have to fight back. Using more energy of Syran than last time, she bared into her mind, hoping to at least scare the dreadful being with horrible memories.

OOC: Amalia never said her name, you know.IC: Amalia/Belthnor:A tugging at Amalia's life force brought her to Syran's attention. She turned her head in her(Syran) direction, and began to attack her mind with her own. If Syran was in sight, Amalia's Psionic Rhotuka would severly damage her until it wore off.Belthnor was shocked by the word, 'Avsa'. He had only heard legends about the mask, and was worried about its capabilities. Belthnor unsheathed his sword, ready for an attack.

IC: Fyriin:After a period of stasis, Fyriin decided to reveal herself once again. With new prey, the hungry Krish stalked through the shadows of Ta-Koro, looking for a Matoran to feed on. Her stolen crossbow was out, along with her endless amount of metals at her control, Fyriin would make herself feared- permanently.OOC Hungry, Psychotic, killer Krish for interaction. XDDon't worry, she was accepted a long time ago.

Image Type & Dimensions: png; 300x400Exact Text: Blackadder ITC: BelthnorDescribe What You Want: Two Sapphire Suletus with crimson flanking Belthnor in front of a background similar to my avatar.Note that I really appreciate your guy's work after the first one you made for me, so thanks a lot!

IC: Belthnor:Hush, hush. I'm emitting waves out to disrupt any kind of interception. For some reason, a troublesome Toa of Plasma refused my entry into a mission they will be assigned. I cannot continue my inflitration if they are not there... unless you happen to know about the Golden Hammer, which would allow me to kill those murderous beasts. Belthnor replied to the source.

IC: Amalia/Belthnor:I understand. I've been under many aliases, including the one you know me as. It was... a pleasure seeing you again. But... I am afraid that I will have to leave you, but not on my own will, unless you can persuade that hot-heat Toa of Plasma to think otherwise about me. Amalia finished before disegaging contact with... her friend."If it must be," Belthnor sighed. He needed help, so the first thought was the contact that was earlier talking to him.---> Contact 'Unknown Source' y/n>y

Personally, I liked Umaroth. But I digress, he was only in the last book.

IC: Amalia/Belthnor:Amalia laughed. She did not find someone she could relate to in years. Joy was finally being brought to her.That, she realized, that was when you... saved me. In my dreams at least. I can barely remember your name... Kairan, was it?"Hmm. I'm not sure about the Psionic one, but I am skeptical about this mission. What was your proposition for the rest of the group," Belthnor asked, wondering what his accomplices would be doing.

Then surely... well, I can't spoil the winner... just yet.

Are you spelling it wrong to infuriate him? Cause' it working on me

IC: Amalia/Belthnor:Yes. I fainly remember an ominous Avsa wielder, who usually haunted me in a cold stone building... with some others. Do you know of this? Amalia answer, searching back into her broken memories that fluttered through her mind."And you cannot give us any other information than that? And what of an organization that was not in Post-Technan history. Surely you are hiding something," Belthnor protested.

IC: Amalia:A smile formed on the lips of the Psionicist.Is... is it really you? The one I keep seeing in my dreams? Amalia asked telepathically, hoping someone who could refresh her memory, and possibly bring her back to normal.

IC: Amalia/Belthnor:Belthnor thought curiously about the assignment, whether he would or not accept.Amalia brushed her mind against Blade's, where she felt an unusual amount on anxiety about her. She earlier thought it was coincidence, but now it seemed real. Faint memories of the being floated around. She softly presented them to him, hoping he would respond positively. She was completely oblivious about the paper Kal had given her.

IC: Amalia/Belthnor:Amalia's old mind listened, and followed suit. Her loss of memory had eroded her ability to control herself, and she was tired of doing so. Her emotions ceased to be felt.Remember not to toy with me, young Psionic. Years of wear and tear end up catching up with you. She gave a wink to Song.She turned to Kal.Ha. A liability. I've faced beasts and warriors worse than your metallic attitude. Present me to... your challenges.Belthnor frowned in disappointment. He had not been chosen. "As a former worker of Techna, I must protest. I will pit myself against anyone to prove being worthy of such a task."

IC: Amalia:With those words Kal spoke, Amalia blurted out, "Why have I not been selected?" The illusion concealing her faded as she desended to where everyone was. "Excuse me... Kal is it? Why was I not?" she said, emotions flaring out, sharing new and old to unprotected minds.