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  1. IC (Ageru Dakte, Ageru Tazera) [The Chiisai Ryuu] Dakte froze briefly, eyes widening in shock as his unflappable demeanour was momentarily broken by the Toa's inexplicable decision to headbutt himself into unconsciousness. Why would the interloper do such a thing? He frowned. It could well be a trick, another illusion perhaps, an attempt to appear helpless and make him drop his guard. Best make sure. The Menti closed his eyes and reached out with his mind, not to the crude matter of the physical world or the vibrant energy of the Soul, but in the still-unfamiliar way Datsue Mako was still training him to: reaching with his Will towards the presence of another mind. He found it, and to his surprise found easy purchase as well. He sensed nothing untoward: only the numb, formless haze of an unconscious mind. So the Toa really had knocked himself out. Dakte withdrew his Will and stepped forward once more, grasping Rudra's Kanohi and pulling it from his face with a sharp tug. The would-be thief's head lolled limply, eyes half-closed. Still puzzling over this, he switched focus back to Mindarm to lift the unconscious Toa away from the bulkhead wall and carry him floating in front of him, through the bridge door and towards the Ryuu's hatch. Why knock himself out? Did he hope to avoid immediate questioning? What purpose would that serve? Perhaps it was nothing so practical: perhaps it was sheer impotent defiance, an attempt to escape the shame of failure — like some form of seppuku, if an odd and impermanent one. He shook his head as he strode down the corridor, towards where Tazera and Koso were waiting. Even after all this time, some of these Mata Nuians remained truly strange to him. *** Tazera was first to emerge from the hatch, saluting Ayiwah immediately (and with even more vigour than usual). "Commodore!" she barked, eyes straight ahead and hand still held rigidly by her temple. It would be clear to Ayiwah that her friend and subordinate was processing the whole ordeal by dialling her usual enthusiasm for protocol up to eleven. "The interloper has been apprehended! Awaiting orders, ma'am!" Dakte was next to step out, one hand raised keeping Rudra's bound and unconscious form hovering in front of him. Koso brought up the rear, carrying the hijacker's Kanohi and clearly keeping a close and suspicious eye on him despite his apparent state of incapacitation. In contrast to his kinswoman, the male simply inclined his head in a small but respectful bow and addressed the Commodore calmly. "Ma'am. As you can see, our uninvited guest has been disarmed and incapacitated." OOC: @Vezok's Friend@Razgriz
  2. IC (Ageru Dakte) [Bridge of the Chiisai Ryuu] With Rudra's focus broken the illusory smoke dissolved into nothingness, revealing the hunched-over Toa now clamping hands over eyes in pain. Dakte wasted no time in pressing his advantage: his palm shot out again, directing a Mindarm push to slam the Toa into the wall behind him. Blinded and now dazed as well, Rudra was able to offer little resistance to the iron grip of the telekinesis that now spun him around, yanked both arms behind his back and pressed his wrists together. Directing this mental manhandling with precise mnemonic motions, Dakte aimed one hand at the rope Inzu had attempted to bind the rogue with earlier. It sprang at Rudra like a snake, wrapping around his wrists and tying itself into a firm knot. Maintaining a telekinetic hold that pressed his quarry face-first into the bulkhead wall, Dakte advanced with careful paces. To complete the disarming of the Toa required a task Mindarm alone could not fulfil: he would need to use his real hands to prise the Mahiki from the thief's face. OOC: @Razgriz
  3. IC (Ageru Tazera, Ageru Dakte) [Bridge of the Chiisai Ryuu] With Rudra's grip on Inzu broken, the unconscious Menti fell sideways under the remaining force of Dakte's telekinetic tug, and slid into Tazera's waiting grasp. The Lieutenant quickly got the woman's arm over her shoulders and hoisted her up. She made for the open bridge door under the cover of her kinsman's attack in a lopsided run, half-carrying half-dragging Inzu with her. Once through the door and into the passageway she contacted Ayiwah. :Commodore, Master Dakte has engaged the intruder and I am extricating Dastana Inzu. I will return to the bridge with reinforcements once she is safe.: Laser-focused as he was on the interloper, Dakte saw (as if his words hadn't telegraphed his intent clearly enough) Rudra's free hand move in time to react. His own palm snapped up almost simultaneously, and the accompanying Mindarm push threw the Toa's aim off just enough to send the lightning bolt over the Menti's head rather than into it. He was about to follow it up with a more powerful telekinetic counterattack, hands already moving together into another practiced mnemonic gesture, when instead he found his vision filled with grey. A smokescreen. Not an unfamiliar tactic among those disinterested in the rules of engagement; a favourite of those wishing to break line-of-sight for a surprise attack — or an escape. But the would-be thief had not counted on his mask. There were those who disparaged the Ruru; albeit that it granted more abilities than the average Kanohi (no less than three), they were each of — arguably — niche usefulness, and underwhelming potency. Ageru Dakte begged to disagree. Versatility was its own form of power, and strength without flexibility could be brittle. His Ruru might never be a full trump card, but it helped give him the edge in more situations than its detractors gave it credit for. This was one such situation. Much as he had when concealed on other side of the doorway, he called on his mask's ability to grant x-ray vision. It was no Akaku; one solid object was all it let him look through. But smoke? That was easy. And yet... No change. Grey vapours still fogged the room. Instinctively he raised his hand to his face, checking he hadn't somehow been robbed of his mask...but no, there were its familiar edges beneath his fingers, and the familiar soft feedback of its activation was there at the back of his mind. The smoke ought to be transparent to his eyes. So why, then, was it still so very opaque? Then it struck him. The Toa's mask — it had glowed a moment before the smoke appeared. And the report of his abilities had included... Illusions. The smoke wasn't real. Though there were no Sighteyes among the Mata Nuians, he'd learned they had masks that could mimic that discipline...and could be dealt with in much the same way. All that was required was to break their concentration — much, he realised, as his own telekinetic hold on Rudra had been broken as he reacted to the electrical attack. Two could play at that game. Swiftly he reached out again with Mindarm — not to where his target had been (doubtless he had already made his move), but to the open door to his rear. It swung shut, the heavy locking mechanism screwing itself closed. The bridge was sealed once more. Now for another of the Ruru's box of tricks. "You won't be getting away that easily. If you wish to leave...you must go through me." With this challenge uttered, and the avenues of escape closed off, chances were the interloper's eyes would be back on Dakte. That was exactly what he wanted. I see your smoke, and raise you... His Ruru glowed once more — but this was no mere gimmer of activation. It was a brilliant outpouring of light that illuminated the bridge like the midday sun. In a fraction of a second, its intensity increased from bright, to fierce, to blinding. ...flashbang. OOC: @Razgriz @Vezok's Friend
  4. IC (Ageru Tazera, Ageru Dakte) [Bridge of the Chiisai Ryuu] "If it's really that impossible, maybe I oughta keep the little lady here along for the ride once she comes to— have her take some of the work on for me. Keeps you foreigners from pulling any funny business on me, too. Whaddya say, cuffs girl, you want a cut now—" Without warning, Rudra's monologuing was interrupted by the fierce pull of an invisible force on his arm, as though an unseen hand had violently gripped his wrist and yanked the crackling finger-gun out and away to the side, where it could point at nothing but reinforced bulkheads. A moment later, and with no slackening of the first, a second force seized hold of Inzu and pulled her in the opposite direction, with more than enough power to break his grip on her lapel. The Lieutenant immediately darted forward to intercept the still-limp Menti. Disoriented as Rudra might have been by the sudden telekinetic attack, movement in the doorway would likely still catch his attention. Another Dasaka was entering the bridge, hands outstretched towards him and Inzu with palms flat and fingers joined as if in a stance of some martial art (though clearly controlling the invisible hands intent on breaking his hold on the hostage). His mask was in the shape traditionally given to Matatu, but its glow was fading as if recently deactivated, and the unseen force showed no sign of lessening. He walked slowly and precisely through the bulkhead door and then towards Rudra, eyes fixed on the rogue, expression stern. "Stand down, Toa," commanded Ageru Dakte calmly. "The game is up." OOC: @Razgriz
  5. Hi all — just wanted to give my apologies to anyone who's been waiting on me for posts over the past couple of weeks. It's been a bit of a tough time for me and I have a very difficult workload at the moment, so I'll try to catch up soon, but unfortunately I can't make any promises. When I'm able to post I'll prioritise the Ga-Koro sub stuff, since I know that's holding certain things up, and the Broker stuff on Zakaz.
  6. IC (Lohkar) [The Dancing Crab, Ostia] Unassuming though Lumune's presence was, she nonetheless found herself the subject of the Lesterin captain's gaze. His posture remained languid as he addressed the Po-Matoran, but there was a hawkish interest in those blue eyes. Nothing piqued Lohkar's interest like things other people thought he didn't need to hear. "No need ta worry, luv," he said jovially. "Nothin' bothers this captain. An' while I may be many things, one of 'em is most certainly a well-travelled sailor. How can my humble self assist ya?" OOC: @ARROW404 @Snelly @Void Emissary @pokemonlover360
  7. IC (Ageru Kilanya) [Fort Kizuno, Odaiba] :Yes,: Kilanya replied. Unlike her own precise and deliberate contributions, the girl's words were unstable, shifting in their intensity as they brimmed forth from surface-level thoughts, only half intended to be voiced. :I sense that you have understood the process. This is good. And you also see that the understanding is not the same as the doing. That is also good.: She released her hold on the psionic energy. The azure brilliance dissolved into a shimmer of stardust, and Shiki was left holding only the shape it had filled, the fine web of white lines drawn on nothingness, tracing the form of a sword. :The first step is to crystallise the shape of your sword within your mind. Memorise it. Make the recalling of it second nature. It must exist whole within your mind, to be brought forth without conscious effort.: Kilanya reached out to take the shape back and held it on her palms once more, looking down on it with a hint of a nostalgic smile. :This is the shape of my family sword,: she said, grasping the hilt and turning it over in her hands. :My mother passed it down to me after I graduated from the bokken. I was forbidden to use such an heirloom for sparring practice, of course.: She chuckled. :But I meditated on it every night, until its every detail was internalised. You must find the shape that is right for you, and do the same.: She glanced at the girl. :Unless, perhaps, you already have?:
  8. IC (Lohkar) [The Dancing Crab, Ostia] "'Wash up on the beach'?!," Lohkar repeated with mostly-feigned indignation. "I didn't wash up on any beach, mate. I'll 'ave you know the 'Vika carried me to these shores in style an' comfort. Not intentionally, I admit, but magnificently nonetheless. The fog, the storms, the occasional leviathan...she weathered 'em all." He leaned back, tankard in hand, smiling in entirely unfeigned pride. "Can't beat Lesterin craftsmanship. An' the 'Vika's the best ship my people ever built." OOC: @pokemonlover360 @Void Emissary @Snelly
  9. IC (Lohkar) [The Dancing Crab, Ostia] "It's a plan," Lohkar agreed. "Better keep a weather eye for said trouble, though. Make sure we've got somebody on watch in the hold at all times, eh?" OOC: @Void Emissary @pokemonlover360 @Snelly
  10. IC (Ageru Tazera, Ageru Dakte) [Bridge of the Chiisai Ryuu] Dakte transmitted the mental equivalent of a nod to Ayiwah, then reduced the strength of his Ideatalk to communicate locally with Tazera. :Ma'am. I am just outside the bridge, surveilling via my Ruru. I'll use my abilities to extricate Inzu as soon as you're ready, after which I can engage and subdue the thief while you get her to safety. May I suggest you keep him talking, the better to catch him distracted?: :A fine plan,: Tazera replied approvingly. :It's good to have you here, cousin. I'll do as you suggest. Let's deal with this once and for all.: She focused on Rudra once again. She'd been thinking about the interloper's words, and she had just the thing to keep him busy with. "There is a problem with your demands, Toa," she said, delivering the title with scorn. "You say you want all Dasaka off the Ryuu, and passage to the Koro of Onu. But I must inform you that this vessel cannot be crewed by a single being. Multiple operators are necessary. So...how are we to give you passage in a craft that will not move?" OOC: @Razgriz
  11. IC (Lohkar) [The Dancing Crab, Ostia] Lohkar accepted the bottle and uncorked it with a flourish, taking a quick sniff from the open neck. This was followed by an approving nod, and soon a good splash of the whisky was in the Lesterin captain's tankard and being swigged, swilled, and finally swallowed. "Where've ya been hidin' this stuff?" he asked, breathing out in satisfaction as the liquor's aftertaste stung his throat with just the right amount of causticity. Though rum was generally his poison of choice, Lohkar was always on the lookout for new and exciting ways to push his natural toxin tolerance to its limits. "Well, you've got a point, mate," he conceded. "Beggar's can't be choosers, an' trust's a luxury in our business. I know that as well as anyone. But when you've been mutinied on as many times as I 'ave, you start to learn the value of a little healthy paranoia. Listen to your gut, y'know? An' my gut says messin' around with Rahks an' Piraka is a big red flag." He shrugged. "But hey, maybe she'll win me over. I'm givin' 'er the chance to, aren't I?" He grinned. "An' I only doubled the price, too. Never tell me I ain't generous." OOC: @Void Emissary @pokemonlover360 @Snelly
  12. IC (Lohkar) [The Dancing Crab, Ostia] "It'll be a drop in the ocean compared to mine, mate," Lohkar replied with a grin. "But you already knew that. Speakin' o' which..." The Lesterin lunged for the bottle at the middle of the table, and shook a meagre few drops of amber liquid into his tankard. He frowned. "...seems we're runnin' a bit short." He swigged down what was there regardless, then gave Gunner a sideways look. "Surprised you're so bloody blasé about havin' a Rahk on the 'Vika, mate. Already forgotten the time I nearly kicked the bucket thanks to one o' those things?" OOC: @Void Emissary @pokemonlover360 @Snelly
  13. IC (Lohkar) [The Dancing Crab, Ostia] "Ehhhh, we're not exactly workin' to a schedule," Lohkar replied. "Just stick around Ostia an' we'll put word out when we're ready to sail." OOC: @Nato G
  14. IC (Ageru Kilanya) [Fort Kizuno, Odaiba] :Good.: Suddenly, and without any sound at all, a figure stepped out from the willow's trunk as though it were no more solid than the surface of the lake. This image of Ageru Kilanya appeared much as she did in the Real: tall, graceful, and marred by war. Here, no band of cloth concealed the damage the Rahkshi staff had done: her left eye was uncovered, showing the full length of the deep scar in mask and flesh that marched unswervingly up through the eye socket. But where in the Real there would have been only a dark recess where once had been an eye, there was a point of light, the same piercing white-blue as the Soulsword she wielded. Shiki could sense that in this place, it saw just as clearly as the yellow orb of its erstwhile twin. Rather than her armour, that mix of well-worn crystal and reforged rahkmetal, this Kilanya wore a long and flowing kimono, immaculate, patterned with the shapes of willow leaves. Its movement in the wind that blew through Shiki's mindspace was the same as the swaying of the branches of the tree above. The woman that was the tree stood beneath the tree that was the woman, and looked down at the girl that was the lake, then beyond, at the lake that was the girl. She cast her gaze across the waters, across the grasses in their troubling colours, and from her Shiki felt a hint of curiosity mixed with concern, but it was soon superseded by the same sense of purpose as before. One problem at a time. The lesson would come first. The avatar of Ageru Kilanya knelt on the grass of the plain, settling into the same seiza her body still lay in in the Real. In both her forms, she rested her hands on her knees and turned her palms upwards. Shiki felt a moment of concentration, of drawing forth a well-known thought, like a poem memorised until reciting it was second-nature, more trance than effort. In the training ground on Odaiba, nothing happened; but below the willow by the lake, a shape appeared above Kilanya's open palms. It was a sword: a katana formed from a tracery of lines, infinitesimally thin, perfect in their detail, drawn on empty space. It was the idea of a sword, the knowledge of a sword, a frame, a receptacle, inert, empty, but ready to be filled. :The shape.: Kilanya's mouth did not move; once again, her voice came from the great willow, emanating from the creaking of its trunk and the sighing of its countless leaves. :Next, the Soul.: Shiki felt Kilanya reach within, to a reservoir deep within her Self. It was a wellspring of energy as blue as the summer sky; it was the power at the woman's core; it was the sap at the willow's heart. Her Will did not push or pull at it; it did not need to. The two were in harmony, united in purpose; where the Will led, the Soul followed. Unstoppered, it flowed out from its reservoir through an intangible channel defined by Kilanya's intent, connecting it to the waiting shape. :And now, the joining.: The Soul reached the Sword. Above Kilanya's right palm a brilliant blue light appeared, surging out until it met the boundaries of the shape that had hitherto existed only in the Toroshu's thoughts. In the Real, it seemed to spring forth from nothingness and take shape of its own accord; in the world of the mind, where the tracery of Kilanya's design was visible, it was like water filling a glass. It formed first a grip, then a rounded tsuba, and at last a long, curved blade. The instant the final point at the tip of the blade was filled, the flow of energy stopped. Where the empty shape had been, now lay a true Soulsword: a weapon of cerulean light, fierce yet stable, calmly incandescent. Kilanya raised her palms, presenting the sword for Shiki's perusal. The gesture was in itself unnecessary; Shiki had felt every moment of its forging, the creation of its every detail. But symbols and mnemonics held power in such spaces nonetheless, and the act of presentation might in turn spur acceptance, and so help the lesson sink in. :Do you see?: OOC: @Razgriz
  15. IC (Lohkar) [The Dancing Crab, Ostia] "Not one big enough for a Rahk, I don't think. We don't usually carry...ah...livestock." OOC: @Nato G
  16. IC (Lohkar) [The Dancing Crab, Ostia] As the others spoke, Lohkar gradually relaxed his grip on the pistol and let his hand hang lazily one more. "All right, all right," he said, waving said hand in the air in resignation. "Never let it be said I'm not a man who knows how to compromise." His gaze alighted on Lash once more. "I still find meself disinclined to have a Rahk on me crew, or indeed someone with a self-confessed history of jumpin' ship on previous employers. However...far be it for me to deny a fellow ne'er-do-well their chance to get away from the more, ah, over-zealous o' the Koro security forces. So 'ere's the deal." In one surprisingly fluid motion, he swung his legs off the table and planted both elbows on it instead, clasping his hands and leaning over them at the Vortixx. "I am prepared to grant you and your little pet passage to Zakaz, albeit at double our usual price — each — an' with the condition that the big bug be kept in a cage in the hold at all times. Upon makin' port at Zakaz you an' your friend will leave post-haste. Now, I suppose it is possible that me an' my crew may somehow warm to the two of ya over the course o' the voyage, in which case a renegotiation o' this arrangement might be in order. But understand this, luv..." The Lesterin leaned further forward, fixing Lash with a grade-A threatening stare. "If any harm comes to my ship or my crew as a result o' my current fit of generosity, there will be nowhere on this Endless Ocean you can run to, an' no obstacle that will keep us from our revenge." He let the tension hang in the air for a moment, then settled back to lounge in his chair once more, looking around lazily at all present. "Tha' all sound fair?" OOC: @Nato G @pokemonlover360 @Void Emissary @Snelly @Visaru
  17. IC (NPC Broker henchman) [The Place] The Wanderer's jollity was met with the same stony response from the Skakdi henchman as Enra had received. "Broker wants to talk," he said, sticking a thumb over his shoulder to the cluster of vehicles parked opposite the Place. "Follow me." The Skakdi turned and began to trudge back towards the convoy. OOC: @Smudge8
  18. IC (Ageru Tazera) [Bridge of the Chiisai Ryuu] Tazera stiffened. Even with the promise of an intervention by one of the expedition's most formidable Menti, it still fell to her to placate the rogue Toa in the meantime. "Deliberations...are ongoing," she said. Allowing her voice to shake a little didn't take much acting either, with the amount of adrenaline still coursing through her system. "I believe your...demands will be accepted. But it will take some time to arrange. And the Commodore will have conditions of her own."
  19. IC [The Place] The Skakdi just shook his head with a low chuckle. "You tell him the Broker's here to see him." OOC: @Toru Nui
  20. IC (NPC Dastana Inzu) [Bridge of the Chiisai Ryuu] Through the fog of her stunned brain, Inzu became dimly aware of two voices talking to her: one in her ear, one in her head. Their words were fuzzy, she couldn't quite make them out, but she felt opposing reactions to each of them: one seemed Good and important, to be obeyed, and the other Bad, to be fought. She felt as though she was really supposed to be doing something, but couldn't remember what. She tried to open her eyes, move her limbs, but everything felt overwhelmingly heavy. A faint groan escaped her lips, but nothing more. IC (Ageru Tazera) [Bridge of the Chiisai Ryuu] Tazera was still in the belly of the beast, still caught in the flood of anger, guilt, fear, and other attendant emotions brought forth by this debacle; but as Ayiwah spoke, an island of calm began to form amid it all. Yes, her friend, her Commodore was right. The thief's position was not so secure, nor hers so hopeless, as they felt. And though she herself might not have had the means to resolve the situation personally with Soulswhip and Miru, those were far from her only strengths: first and foremost she was an officer, a leader. Though she found herself on the very front line of this particular situation, her ability to command and coordinate could still be brought to bear. She just had to centre herself, think, and find the solution. As Rudra muttered away in Inzu's ear (the man really was unhinged) she listened as calmly as she could to Ayiwah's reasoning and began to internalise it. There was a pause before her reply came over the mental plane, but when it did it was noticeably calmer and more level. :You're right, ma'am. My judgement was clouded. I was thinking the way the pirate wanted me to. This isn't over yet.: She was careful not to let her renewed confidence show and thus tip off Rudra (not that it took any acting to keep glowering at the man) as she continued her Ideatalk. :As you say, we cannot give up the Ryuu. He has Inzu, but we still have the numerical advantage and without our cooperation he has nowhere to go — and without Inzu he has nothing to bargain with. I can't get him off her myself, but perhaps someone else can. A skilled Mindarm, maybe.: She breathed deeply. :So what I need is backup.: :You have it.: A third voice echoed through the mental place, taking Tazera by surprise: a familiar male voice, and one that sounded much closer than Ayiwah's. :Commodore, Lieutenant,: the voice acknowledged each of them respectfully. :Ageru Dakte reporting. I am in position aboard the Ryuu and have visual on the hostage situation. I believe I can break the intruder's hold on Inzu with minimal risk to her person. Permission to engage?: OOC: @Vezok's Friend @Razgriz
  21. IC [The Place] "Lookin' for the Wanderer," the shotgun-toting Skakdi replied. His tone of voice and the look he gave Enra were not quite threatening, but certainly returned none of the friendliness with which he'd been greeted. He jerked his head towards the doorway she had emerged from. "He in there?" OOC: @Toru Nui
  22. IC (Vrinak the Broker) [The Warrens] “Do name your price first, when you find something. And we’ll see what we can do.” The Broker grinned. "Oh, we both know I'll do that." *** At noon on a sun-bleached day, a convoy of vehicles approached The Place from the southwest. Anyone present would've seen them coming well in advance, heralded as they were by the column of dust they kicked up from the road. Most were drawn by draught animals, but the one in the middle was motorised; a recent innovation. Outriders on mounts and the occasional motorcycle flanked the boxy wagons on either side. The convoy came to a stop, and the outriders fanned out, casting their eyes about The Place and the surrounding area. One, a burly Skakdi on one of the bikes, received nods from each of the others in turn, grunted to himself in approval, and dismounted. Hoisting a large double-barrelled firearm from the back of his cycle and slinging it over his shoulder, he swaggered slowly towards the entrance of the small inhabited building that adjoined the ancient amphitheatre. A second Skakdi followed after him, a few paces behind and to the right. The Place had visitors. OOC: @Smudge8 @Toru Nui
  23. OOC: Recommended listening. IC (Ageru Kilanya) [Fort Kizuno, Odaiba] "Very well," Kilanya intoned. "I shall begin." She closed her eye, breathed deeply, and reached out through the mental plane towards the mind in front of her. She extended her Will with well-practiced intent; a discipline that could harm or heal the mind it touched, according to the wielder's desire. Kilanya had done both in her time. Shiki began to feel the Toroshu's 'tell', the idiosyncratic manifestation of her Will, questing at the borders of her mind. It was the image and sensation of a great tree, strong of trunk and graceful of bough, its many roots slowly probing into the soil of her mind: not violent, but inexorable nonetheless, with the slow strength that makes paths through earth and stone and tears walls asunder, given time. The roots found their purchase, and stopped. The pressure on the barriers between her and the rest of the mental plane relaxed, replaced by a sudden calm clarity: a presence, a mental space placed beside her own, as if a shoji had been drawn aside between two adjacent rooms so that one might look through from one into the other. :There.: The voice in her head was not Ideatalk, not an echoing signal to be plucked from the mental plane. It was immediate, directly in her mind, gentle yet sonorous with power. :We are linked. I hope you do not find the experience disorienting.: Though Kilanya's single eye was closed, Shiki felt that the Toroshu's gaze was on her nonetheless — perhaps in a truer way than mere eyes were capable of. Through the doorway in her mind she felt something emanate forth: a readiness to begin, a determination to ensure progress was made...and then an expectation. A question. Was the student able to sense what she needed to? OOC: @Razgriz
  24. @Lady Takanuva asked off-site about Karoru's recent use of her psionics to share her focus with the group attempting to heal Leah. As a Soulsword, this is not part of her established power-set, but it's also a nice post that works well within the situation, so I don't want to force an edit. It also raises a fairly important point about psionics, so I thought I'd share my ruling here. Because I like the post, I'm going to allow it — but as an exception, rather than a rule. In this moment of crisis, Karoru is desperate to help and so has instinctively tapped into her psionics at a deeper level than her training has encompassed. She has managed to briefly use something similar to Willhammer without knowing what she's doing (similarly to how young Dasaka are pushed to manifest their power instinctively for the first time before being assigned their Discipline). It's only this specific situation that has enabled her to do so: a moment of crisis, yet also a peaceful and meditative environment. She wouldn't be able to replicate it, nor can other Dasaka necessarily achieve the same thing, even if they are themselves in exceptional circumstances. It's basically a fluke. Just to be clear about why I'm flagging this up: Psionics is a very broad and potent element. This is why Dasaka were given the Disciplines: to preserve the variety of interesting applications psionics offers, while placing limits on the abilities available to each individual PC. In the lore, the Disciplines are defined rigidly among the Imperials, and are drilled into Menti from the very start of their training. It's very difficult for them to break outside of those boundaries; this is why learning three Disciplines (i.e. becoming a Battlemaster) is exceedingly rare, and four is the stuff of legend. In this case it's not a big deal, but generally, if you want to have a character do something that's outside their established power-set, it's best to run it by staff first. We may allow it on the grounds of storytelling (or, indeed, rule of cool) but we do need to ensure good balancing of PC capabilities and consistency with established lore. And if you have any questions about what characters can and can't do, you're always welcome to ask!
  25. IC (Lohkar) [The Dancing Crab, Ostia] "That so?" Lohkar remarked softly, slowly. As Lash set out what she no doubt thought was her ace in the hole, the Lesterin's eyes had begun to narrow, and at the mention of the Piraka in particular, he shared a meaningful glance with Yasurek. The Ko-Matoran had been the most determined among the crew to help liberate Ko-Koro from the Legacy and their allies, among whom the six infamous Skakdi were notably counted. Lohkar's hand drifted from where he'd set his empty mug on the table towards his chest, to brush against the grip of the plasma pistol holstered there. "Thing is, luv," he said, "I'm not too keen on Makuta types meself. An' last I heard, those Piraka fellers were in cahoots with the Legacy, an' a bunch of nasty buggers in their own right." His fingers began to close around the pistol grip. "Now I've done some questionable things in my time, but I do 'ave standards. An' I'm not sure I want a Rahkshi on my ship. Nor somebody who's willin' to work for the likes o' those grinners. So..." he continued, index finger stroking gently against the trigger, "...why don't you tell me why I should change my mind?" OOC: @Nato G @pokemonlover360 @Void Emissary
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