Progenitus Worldsoul

OOC: Oh, I assumed he had. Lucky guess then.IC: Kamaehu sighed."I don't see what the trouble is. Very well then." He fired an oddly slow moving fireball into the trees, guiding it out of the way of them so as not to ignite the forest. It was a flare. Surely the eavesdropper would be discovered now.

OOC: He heard Nikaron. And/or he's just that awesome.IC: Kamaehu snapped loudly, a tongue of flame streaking out to catch the fly. "I've heard you in there. It's no use hiding. Listen in the open if you want to."

IC: "Ah. I see." Kamaehu said, bending down to remove a rock from where it had gotten lodged in his boot. "Well then- huh." The toa stopped, raising his hand slightly. "See, I pride myself on several things. Among them is the ability to..." He suddenly turned and whipped the rock at Nikaron. "Not by spied on. Come at where you can be seen, you."

OOC: Kamaehu from Ta-koro.IC: The "party" was slightly interrupted by the appearance of a large shadow blocking the sun. It belonged to the armored gukko, Calaras, who was now landing beside the tents. Riding the bird was a stately toa of fire. But Kamaehu had changed since he had last been in Ga-koro. Where before his armor had been dirtied and scarred, it now shone like a matoran's heartlight. In place of the rough axe he had carried, there was a pure steel halberd, and he carried a war horn at his waist. But when he spoke, it was clear, he was the same toa as before. "Am I correct in saying that these tents herald a festival of drunkenness?"OOC: Gravity/Snelly/Krayzikk/Mef/whoever else is there, that's you.

OOC: Originally planned to have Kamaehu go to Ko-koro and reforge his armor, but Kyara's back so no more frolicking through the WahisIC: Kamaehu had almost started to make the trek up Mt. Ihu to the Thelstane meeting grounds we he saw him. It was a Fe-matoran, armed with a spear and bearing the mark of Clan Thelstane. But that wasn't the interesting part. The interesting part was the massive armored Gukko beside him. "Welcome, my lord, I'm sorry for the change of plans." He said, bowing. "What is the verdict?" "The grounds have been satisfied, we can no longer avoid it." Answered Kamaehu. "But why send a messenger? And why does Calaras ... Bear a suit of battle armor?" "We had to rush. We forged you a new set of armor so you could ride to Ga-Koro with utmost speed. There have been rumors of a new Great Tarakava Raid." "Will do." Kamaehu mounted his gukko, heading for Ga-wahi.

IC: Ara'kas looked straight at Kalama, then pulled her sword from its sheath, letting its tip just touch the ground. "I'm going with you. I don't care if you don't want non-marine help. I swore an oath to protect the island from all dangers, and I won't let formalities stop me." The silver armored toa returned her sword to its sheath. "When do we move out?"

Kyara's back! Yay! Ara'kas will probably meet her soon, depending on how fast Kalama's group is. Kamaehu will definitely run into her as soon as he goes to Ko-Koro to reforge his armor/Trade in sucky axe for Sky Piercer.

IC: Isfel gestured to Vernadon. "Oh hey it's that guy. Is he your tutor or something?

IC: Kamaehu turned to Hasil and Stronin. His eyes only barely passing over Soli. "I must take my leave now. I hope your employer survives." He said quietly to Stronin. His words to Hasil were of a more normal tone. "To you, I thank you for the opportunity to practice my skills. It would be a pleasure for us to meet again." He stopped, suddenly taking stock of Hasil's weaponry. The warrior grinned. "Maybe, there might even be a, test of skill."

IC: Ara'kas looked at Rock Frost only briefly. "It looks warm enough."IC: Isfel nodded at Nova. "You've been here longer then me, so lead the way."

IC: Ara'kas was not amused by the snowball. Or the army of dead Glass Trappers on the ground. "Glass Trappers. The area is infested with them. This is where we keep moving."OOC: Kalama's assumption is wrong. Cyrax does not have competition for JL from Ara'kas.

IC: Unfortunately for JL, Ara'kas had overheard the comment. Her response was a gauntlet to the side of JL's head. "Leave them be." She growled.

IC: "Let's hope it doesn't get back up soon." Ara'kas' words hung in the air for a second, then were replaced by the sound of the toa's footsteps. Ara'kas was charging straight at the Rahkshi. As it stood to shake Xibre off, Ara'kas lunged, adding the force of the thrust to that off the charge, all concentrated at the tip of her sword.OOC: Oh, I thought Agarin just broke open the armor. Seems more logical considering that was one accidental axe blow. Oh well, proceeding not to edit.

IC: Ara'kas shook her head. "Oh, I'll be running just as fast as I can. I just have to make sure the others get a head start."

IC: Ara'kas nodded, calling to Xibre. "I'll hold the rahkshi off. Meet up with you guys as late as I can."

IC: "Wait a second." Dathros' eyes narrowed. "Descriptions? From who? That lightning toa? Actually, he's probably dead by rabid fangirl now."

IC: Dathros waved away Emotia's finger. "Yes, it's fur. And I'm glad you see it my way, and aren't about to attack me for no reason. But no more poking."OOC: Dathros definitely took that comment the right way, right?

IC: Dathros grinned at the newcomer. "No, no trouble at all. This guy here just looked a little drunk. Figured he needed some help."

IC: Kamaehu stepped over to Hasil. "Well first, I give you this." The warrior presented Hasil with the newly repaired sword.

IC: "Causing trouble, runt?" A voice called to Taoki. Attached to it was a massive figure, bigger than most skakdi, with a head unmistakeably like a Kinloka. Dathros looked at Taoki's knife, then brought out his own dirk. "I wouldn't try anything if I were you. Girls can get awful wound up if you aren't careful."

IC: Isfel shrugged and raised an eyebrow. "We kind of did. You've been out for half a day or so." He then grimaced. "Oh, and sorry about making you fall out of your bed. I was kind of overexcited."

IC: Kamaehu finally answered Stronin's question. "On occasion. All to the good." He then turned fully towards the iron toa, sizing him up. "But what of you. Do people ignore you?"

IC: Isfel was now tired of standing around. In fact he was positively brimming with energy. In light of this fact, he sprinted over to where the doubtless incredibly lazy Nova was still napping. He then proceeded to start shaking Nova. "Come on man, you've rested long enough. Wake up! It's time to start training.

IC: Meanwhile, Ara'kas had not become a prime target for the Glass Trappers. Maybe it was the fireballs circling her in erratic patterns, daring the spiders to attack. In any case, those that dodged the barrier found themselves quickly impaled by the warriors sword, her lunges sweeping through them. From the flames, a voice called to the marines. "Drive them towards me. Iv'e got an idea."

IC: Kamaehu jerked his head slightly to behind him, pointing to the shop. "I was inside, repairing a sword. I came out right after Zyckel's sister."