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The Wahi:
Onu-Wahi is the region of Earth on the island of Mata Nui. Although Onu-Wahi does include surface areas, very little of the outside was ever developed. The prominent features of Onu-Wahi are mainly located underground, connected by tunnels carved long ago by the Onu-Matoran and other more sinister things. Dangerous Rahi, some of which are largely unknown, lurk in the dank underground caves of the region, which not even the bravest Onu-Matoran have explored. Some natural tunnels carry seeping water from the surface, filling several of the Wahi’s caverns with frigid subterranean lakes. Local landmarks include:

-The Great Mine: An expansive mine network near Onu-Koro where Onu-Matoran miners and prospectors toil to excavate its precious resources. Its shafts, which reach deep into the earth, provide many of the raw materials used in other villages across Mata Nui, such as Protodermis and gold. Other precious resources like Ore are mined here as well. The mine also includes the Marn Tunnels, annexes to the Great Mine around the Wahi.
-Cavern of Light: A lightstone mine in Onu-Wahi. The main supply of lightstones for the island is located here. Its entrance is located in a tunnel network connecting Onu-Koro to Ta-Koro and Le-Koro, and the cave itself is only accessible with a special key.[/font]
-Papa Nihu Reef: An archipelago of rocky islets that spread out over the waters outside Onu-Wahi. The mainland shoreline is composed of dark beaches and blank landscape, and the islets themselves range in size and shape but remain mostly desolate, save for the occasional rookery of birds.[/font]
-Onu-Koro Highway: An old tunnel connecting Ko-Wahi to Onu-Koro. Members of the Ussalry regulate the end in Onu-Koro to weed out undesirable travelers.
-Le-Koro Highway: A tunnel connecting Le-Wahi to Onu-Koro, similarly guarded.
-Darkmine: The cavernous former lair of the necromantic Brotherhood of Ak’rei’an, this system of gothic caves, which branches off from an abandoned underground highway, was cleared out by the Ussalry in the recent past. It is now an Onu-Koronan fungi farm.
-The Dark Walk: One of six large tunnels dug by Makuta’s Rahkshi during the final days of his rule. Large enough to encompass a walking legion, it runs directly from the doorstep of the Koro down into Mangaia. Exudes a definite aura of odiousness, and is generally avoided.

The Koro:
Led by Akiri Nuparu, Onu-Koro is located in a huge cavern in the middle of Onu-Wahi. It is a massive bubble in the earth with ceilings that vanish into the darkness above and walls littered with well-guarded gateways. The Koro is the central hub of a network of highways and tunnels that link it with the other parts of the island and with its mines. It consists of huts made of dark stone interwoven with a maze of metal pipes transporting water, gases, and even objects, around the Koro. A cool stream cuts down the middle of the village and is bridged by several pedestrian walkways. The village is lit by lightstone streetlamps and the glow of forges.

The center of the village has a main marketplace where tinkerers sell small ornaments and gadgets. The middle rings of the Koro are residential, peppered with other establishments like stores and eateries. Engineering plants push up against the village’s crowded edges, always bustling with activity. The smell of metal and the smoke of production fill the cavern of Onu-Koro as foundries built there smelt mined ores and turn them into machines. The industrial gases and other wastes are siphoned off to the surface through ducts high in the roof of the village.

Nuparu now occupies the great hut once used by Turaga Whenua and directs the village’s progress with clear vision. The clever hands of Onu-Koro manufacture technologies of progress for the entire island; but they keep as many inventions secret as they sell. Nuparu is very careful about which technologies the Koro releases, controls trade with a stern hand, and places great importance on security.

This lead to the expansion and technological armament of the formidable Ussalry, housed at its three stables around the village. The Ussalry defend the Koro and the Wahi around it and, due to the great influx of money and trade of materials, they consistently patrol Onu-Koro’s borders and check everyone and everything going in or out. The highways connecting Onu-Koro to the island at large have been greatly expanded to accommodate the movement of technologies, and are always patrolled by guards and escorts.

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OOC: here have an introductory post by me because why not and i wanted to experiment with this for a while.

IC: Xaron, 'Stupid slug', OkajoWell, it's been a while since we last talked to Okajo. Just a while. So, only naturally it was time to go mess with him. First, though, I had to find him.It is curious how you constantly narrate your day-to-day tasks, my host.Shut up slug, I didn't ask you.I am always here. You always ask me everything, in a way.Hey, you heard Xaron, shut your face-er, mind.Thank you brain, for telling him to quiet down.No problem.Is it natural for most beings to have multiple voices in their head?I like to think so.Your opinion does not matter, host.Just shut up. I need to focus on finding Okajo and bothering him.So be it.So, I kept walking until I ended up at Okajo's door. I knocked, and he answered fairly quickly."Yes, Xaron? What is it?" he asked me, eyebrow raised."Just wanted to make sure your head didn't explode or something." I answered.Okajo sighed, and shook his head. "Why in Mata-Nui's name, would my head explode?"I shrugged. "I don't know, you ate some photothermic powder while at work?"Okajo sighed again, and started to close the door. "Yeah, fine, just go back on whatever bizarre adventures you planned on going on. I want no part in any of those adventures. I might end up like you.""That seems unnecessarily harsh, Okajo. Just because I fell into a hole while walking around and got this stupid slug stuck to my back doesn't mean it always happens. Jeeze." I rolled my eyes.

I do not like to be addressed as a 'Stupid slug'.

And I don't like addressing you by what you want me to address you as. So deal with it.

I turned around, and went back to my hut. I still needed to get that new disc launcher and new discs. Oh well.

Some sort of adventure was around the corner or something.

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IC: Syvra

 

What now Syvra?

Venixa.. I think now we stop hiding

Are you saying we leave Onu-Koro?

Yes. While we may not know where the brotherhood is we can not let that stop us from advancing.

Ok.

I am tired of hiding.. I am tired of running. I am ready to make the brotherhood fear me.

How?

By training. We must train ourselves. We must make it to where if the brotherhood shows their face to us that they will regret it.

This is the syvra i used to know

And he is back.

Good.

No being shall stop me from having my revenge for i am Decay.

To anyone looking at Syvra they would not know the mental debate going on in his mind. But alas it did not matter to him or Venixa. They knew and that is what is important.

 

It had been sometime since the Brotherhood of Ak'rei'an has managed to flee the Darkmine just as the Ussalry was ready to storm them. While no one knew where they escaped to it was obvious by how they left nothing of note in the dark mine. Syvra despite knowing they were no more in Onu-koro had not felt the urge to leave the village yet. Instead he had been here hiding like a coward.

 

Now that time was over. As Syvra stood in the street outside of the Toa Akiru's forge he thought back to the events past. He had decided to use his excess widgets to purchase a new weapon fitting for him since his staff was not made for close-combat. Instead he has began plans to have a blade forged, one that was fitting to his unique abilities. While he had the general designs down he lacked the abilities to forge this weapon which he dubbed 'Akrei's Thorn' as a memento to the Dark angel he worshiped.

 

As syvra knocked on the door to the Akiru's forge he held within his cloak a blueprint 'Akrei's Thorn'. Now as the moment of truth when he would hear if someone replied back to his knock.

 

OOC: Welp while waitng for Tabby aka the Toa Akiru syvra is open for interaction outside their forge

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IC Kirgan

(Onu-Koro):

 

Kirgan sat on his bed, troubled. In his hand he held the stone tablet he had found long ago while mining. He had not been able to comprehend its meaning. All it featured was part of a Kanohi of some sort and text in an unknown language. Kirgan had spent many sleepless nights trying to understand what it was all about, but had come to nothing.

 

Now, though, Kirgan finally spotted something unusual about the tablet.

 

One of the words was actually a name. It had to be.

 

"Stronin", Kirgan read the name aloud. He did not know who this Stronin was and where he might be, but it was very intriguing.

 

If this truly is a name and there is a guy named Stronin, I will want to find him and give this tablet to him, Kirgan though.

 

Kirgan took his backpack and stormed outside. He began asking bypassers whether they knew someone named Stronin. Many said no, but Kirgan didn't give up. One person would be enough...

 

OOC: Kirgan open for interaction. If any of your characters feel like stopping and answering Kirgan and maybe even join him... it'd be nice. :)

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IC: Xaron, 'Stupid slug'

Do de do, walking down the street, not much else to do, do de do...

You truly should stop this. People may think you are mad if they could hear your thoughts.

Well, it's a good thing no one around here has telepathy. That would be weird, wouldn't it? Hahah..ha...

You are a very unusual individual.

...You're just now realizing this?

I realized this as soon as I came to be!

See? Brain realizes I'm odd. Why didn't you?

Because he's a stupid slug, of course.

Very true brain, very true.

We should stop this silly banter, my host-er, hosts.

Hey, it's my body. Brain doesn't have a body. There's only one host here.

I just provide random witty saying at random times that may or may not be witty!

Exactly.

Suddenly, I realized there was a purple-and-black Matoran standing in front of me, waving his hand to get my attention.

"Huh? Who are you? What do you want? Do you happen to have an adventure?"

OOC: That would be Kirgan.

Also will not be able to respond until 7:15 EST tonight, just so you know.

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IC: Syvra

 

What now Syvra?

Venixa.. I think now we stop hiding

Are you saying we leave Onu-Koro?

Yes. While we may not know where the brotherhood is we can not let that stop us from advancing.

Ok.

I am tired of hiding.. I am tired of running. I am ready to make the brotherhood fear me.

How?

By training. We must train ourselves. We must make it to where if the brotherhood shows their face to us that they will regret it.

This is the syvra i used to know

And he is back.

Good.

No being shall stop me from having my revenge for i am Decay.

To anyone looking at Syvra they would not know the mental debate going on in his mind. But alas it did not matter to him or Venixa. They knew and that is what is important.

 

It had been sometime since the Brotherhood of Ak'rei'an has managed to flee the Darkmine just as the Ussalry was ready to storm them. While no one knew where they escaped to it was obvious by how they left nothing of note in the dark mine. Syvra despite knowing they were no more in Onu-koro had not felt the urge to leave the village yet. Instead he had been here hiding like a coward.

 

Now that time was over. As Syvra stood in the street outside of the Toa Akiru's forge he thought back to the events past. He had decided to use his excess widgets to purchase a new weapon fitting for him since his staff was not made for close-combat. Instead he has began plans to have a blade forged, one that was fitting to his unique abilities. While he had the general designs down he lacked the abilities to forge this weapon which he dubbed 'Akrei's Thorn' as a memento to the Dark angel he worshiped.

 

As syvra knocked on the door to the Akiru's forge he held within his cloak a blueprint 'Akrei's Thorn'. Now as the moment of truth when he would hear if someone replied back to his knock.

 

OOC: Welp while waitng for Tabby aka the Toa Akiru syvra is open for interaction outside their forge

IC:Miraul recalled the past few months, remembering them well. With the peace between the villages, the Akiru Forge had been doing booming business. While they were still doing mostly weapons, furniture, and small machines at the moment, Takamaz had been working on several other important, and perhaps marketable, designs. From what Miraul had seen, all of them looked promising-though some had markets that would make them better to sell to villages and organizations than individuals, considering price and usage.

 

Miraul's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door-those were growing ever more frequent. He zoomed over to the door, pulling it open before a third tap could be made. "Miraul at your service. How may I help you?"

 

OOC:A word of caution-the name of your weapon may alert Miraul and the Akiru as to your former connections, considering that they may have helped in the raid on Darkmine. For safety reasons, I suggest you call it simply "the Thorn", at least until you leave the building.

 

 

Congratulations on being my second IC customer.

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OOC: Sorry it took so long to respond, Toataipo.

IC: Xaron, 'Stupid slug'

"...The karz is a Stronin? Sounds like some sort of plant." I said, thinking for a moment.

Xaron, why are you thinking. You know it's more fun for me and that stupid slug to argue when you're busy talking to people.

It's not fun for me, brain, it's fun for you.

True.

I do not enjoy this situation I have been placed in.

Shut up you stupid slug.

I shall not end my only methods of interaction in this world.

Well at least shut up while Xaron is thinking.

Thank you, brain.

After that little argument, I looked back at Kirgan. "I can help you look for this person/plant/whatever it is, if you want. I'm bored right now and there's not much to do other than walk around."

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OOC: I will consider that.. though i may have a decent enough reason for it.. and yay second customer

 

IC: Syvra

 

Syvra was a bit surprised by the knock on the door and turned to look at the toa who answered it as he walked into the forge

"Ah i assume your one of the Toa akiru.. well i will get down to business."

 

He approached the counter and grabbed the blueprints from within his cloak and layed them across the counter

"I have blueprints for a blade i have designed.. yet i lack the abilities to forge the blade myself. And i also felt that your.. team may be able to think of something to improve the design."

 

He looked up at Miraul and considered them for a second before looking back down at the blueprint

"And money is of no issue."

 

OOC: Here is the actual design for the blade and i have spoken with Nuju Metru and he has approved of this item so we do have the go ahead on it

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IC: Xaron, 'Stupid slug'

"And helping is fun, too. Keeps me not-bored and away from the two other voices in my head."

Hey, that's offensive to me Xaron!

I concur with the one you call 'Brain'.

Quiet you two. I'm busy.

I cleared my throat, and said, "Maybe we should start by poking people with sharp sticks until they answer us. That might help. Or maybe look it up in a book, maybe a...population..monitoring...book or something. Do they even make those?"

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IC Kirgan

(Onu-Koro):

 

Kirgan raised an eyebrow at Xaron's strange remark about voices in his head.

 

"Yeah, um, it's possible that the Akiri have some sort of a record of the populations of their Koro's... but I'm not up to going through all of that, really, assuming that we even get access to them. It's possible that Stronin is known in some other Koro, though. Ko-Koro is one place where all legends are written down... and this does sound like a legend to me."

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IC: Xaron

"Sounds like a plan. A very chilly plan, but a plan nonetheless. It just so happens I have a thing that would make me less cold at my hut. I'll be right back."

With that, I turned around and ran to my hut to grab a brown cloak that look like it had seen better days.

I ran back with it on, and told Kirgan, "I'm ready to go on adventure now."

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IC: EnaxAh, Onu-wahi... Home of inventors, engineers, and annoying rahi.The Onu-koro highway wasn't overly busy today, apart from the occasional insectoids that scuttled under a rock at the first sign of trouble. As I passed a large crystal imbedded in a wall, the sound that I had originally attributed to bats began to become more obvious. It was a matoran shouting for help. The hiss that immediately followed suggested that the matoran's cause for worry was a nui jaga. I picked up my pace a little as I rounded a corner and was not at all surprised to see a matoran desperately trying to climb up a wall, with a medium sized scorpion rahi in pursuit. The trip, until now, had been rather uneventful, so I decided to help. Sneaking up on the Nui Jaga was no difficult task, as they are not the brightest of rahi. Raising my weapon, I attempted to sever the stinger tail of the rahi, but it's hard exoskeleton prevented me from doing little more than angering it. The rahi turned around to focus on it's attacker, and struck at me with it's stinger tail, but I managed to get out of the way in time. It swung again, but it's timing was off, and it again struck hard rock instead of metal armor. As the rahi worked to dislodge it's tail, I surveyed my surroundings to see what I could use against the rahi. The scorpion, by now, was again focusing on me, but something was off... It's eyes weren't focused on me, but my weapon. It must have seen it's reflection on the metal blade, and thought it was fighting another of it's own kind! I climbed onto a ledge, wondering how I could use this to my advantage. The rahi gave me the answer, as it buried it's stinger into the base of the rock, making a small crack. I hung my scythe over the ledge, so the blade was in front of the weak point in the rock. The Scorpion hissed, and swung at my weapon, the rage evident in it's eyes. I quickly moved my weapon out of the strike's range, so the full force of the sting struck a weak spot in the rock, shattering it. I felt the ledge begin to groan under my weight, and start to tilt. I jumped off the second the ledge crumbled and fell, crushing and killing the scorpion. The matoran seemed to have fled, but it's deceased ussal crab mount lay nearby. Noticing the sharp stinger of the nui jaga poking out from under the rock, I severed it and tied up the cut end in a cloth, so it wouldn't bleed all over my other belongings. After placing the stinger in a bag, I continued on my trek to Onu-koro.OOC: Open for interaction.

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IC:

 

His hands touched glass, the presence of a cold liquid fading trough, chilling his fingers.Oh well.

Hua had not really counted on it having come to this. Not having paid any attention to the sweeping changes that rocked the world, he had simply remained focused on his work, not caring. It would be his undoing.

Crafting had been his only purpose. Hua simply loved how complicated systems could arise from such basic materials. He loved repairing, too, investigating the intentions and purposes of other crafts, and then, like solving a puzzle, finding the broken link and fixing that, returning a dead husk of metal to working order. His single-mindedness was his great aid in this, allowing an intense focus. He could become one with his craft, his intense focus simply not allowing for anything else to enter the picture.

 

He put the glass to his lips, and drank. The liquid, although cold to the touch, felt extremely fiery in his throat.

 

And so, without him noticing, the world moved on. Less and less work was offered to him, and he had found no way to adress this. The technology had made rapid jumps, and expertise in those fields was required, but Hua found that he had none. He had never deigned to notice this, ignoring it in favor of the work he loved. And then, he found that there was no longer a point in that.

 

It's difficult to face, the knowledge that, all of a sudden, you lack a purpose in life. People will often scramble around, looking for another. Some found it. Other's found no purpose, only means to escape from the life that now lacked one. Some would turn to alcohol.

 

It didn't work for Hua though. He only found that he began to involuntarily grit his teeth. Where his passion for working once was, there was now a void. A void which slowly began to fill up with an subconscious raging that took control over him involuntarily at times. Worse was the concious rage. He found himself not only hating his purposeless life, but most importantly, hating the fact that he did exactly that. It was enough to make him wake up at night, gritting teeth, growling, smashing. It was, in this case, enough for him to pick up the bottle which' contents had triggered this particular episode, and throw it out of the window with force, irregardfull for any passers-by.

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IC:"Divan, Takamaz, come take a look at this." Miraul called to two Toa, both a Toa of Fire and a Toa of Iron. "These two are our metalworkers and engineer. They'll figure out what it will take to make this thing. But one ethical question that I must ask-your blade is designed to use venom or poison. That in itself may not be wrong-but the kind could be. What do you intend to use?"

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IC: Torvoth

He glanced at the clock on the far wall of his tiny, messy shack in a dark alley of Onu-Koro. He groaned. It was the second time this week that Torvoth had overslept. He got up from the bed in the corner and walked over to his closet. He opened it (by this, he grabbed one of the handles and the door fell off) and took out the only item in there - his battered Kadin-helm. Torvoth then went over to the scratched mirror and put on his helmet, before grabbing a filthy brush from on his worktable. He rinsed it in the sink and began brushing the "teeth" of his Kadin while softly humming a tune to himself. When finished, he tossed the brush away, grabbed his briefcase of tools and designs, and went to work.

This consisted in opening the door of his shack, closing the door of his shack, and sitting down in the rickety chair at a desk about a bio from the building he woke up in.

It was too bad that he woke up late. He hoped he hadn't lost out on any business. It'd been pretty slow going lately, even though he'd started reducing his prices. Somebody would have to stop by sooner or later to buy a weapon to kill somebody else with. He flipped open his briefcase and began the painful process of reorganizing. He had nothing better to do anyways, so he might as well make it neater and throw away any extra papers while he waited.

 

OOC: Torvoth (and his weapons designing) open for interaction! Torvoth doesn't forge items, like swords/axes... he builds stuff, like guns and gadgets and doo-dads.

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IC:"Divan, Takamaz, come take a look at this." Miraul called to two Toa, both a Toa of Fire and a Toa of Iron. "These two are our metalworkers and engineer. They'll figure out what it will take to make this thing. But one ethical question that I must ask-your blade is designed to use venom or poison. That in itself may not be wrong-but the kind could be. What do you intend to use?"

IC: Syvra

 

Syvra cocked his head to the side as he heard this question

"To be bluntly honest i create plant based poisons. While i avoid lethal poisons i have created a few samples of a paralyzing poison and a hallucinogen.. But i intend to go hunting. Recently i have found myself lacking in jobs and i am one of those people who rely on something to keep myself busy. As such i figured i could set up a hunting business.. perhaps in Ko-Koro or maybe Le-wahi.. not sure yet. I figured if i had a way to inject the poison instead of relying on my spore method it would make the hunting easier.. plus if i do have to use the sword for self-defense against sapient beings that is why i want a mechanism i can trigger. That way i don't accidentally use the poison. Perhaps we could put a locking mechanism in there that i have to switch off when i am hunting?"

The way he spoke was one of calm and precision

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IC: Aar

Back to work. Patroling as usual. Work that would be boring to most, Aar usually included. But boredom meant peace.

 

This patrol brought him along Onu-Koro's central stream in a less noisy section of the Koro. He loved the Koro with every fiber of his being, but this was probably his favorite spot. The noises of industry were muted by the surrounding buildings, and the bluish lightstones at the bottom of the water threw brilliant turquoise patterns against the surrounding walls. He took a moment to lean on the guard rail and let his mind wander.

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As I neared the doors to Onu-koro, two matoran, members of the ussalry I suppose, came to block my path. "Stop! What is your business here, Vortixx?" Their suspicion wasn't groundless, as Vortixx are not always the nicest of beings. "Just a traveler." I said, hoping that the fact that I wasn't trying to kill them show that I meant no harm."Travelers don't carry Scythes.""Mercenaries can be travelers.""How do we know your not here to destroy the village?""Because if I was, then you would be dead."The guards weren't too eager to pick a fight after that, so I went past them and entered the village."Well, I am supposed to be a mercenary, so I suppose It's time to take some contracts..."I continued to talk to myself in my head as I walked, debating the best way to get a name for myself on this island...OOC: Open for interaction.

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IC:"That seems good to me. The other thing I note is that the button's position is a little awkward unless you plan to use that blade backhanded. So we'll work out a way to fit that button into a spot where your thumb can push it-the safety I'd bet we could do as a knob on the handguard. Takamaz, Divan, anything else I should note?" Miraul asked.

 

"That hole down the middle is a bit of a risky proposition. Could compromise the integrity of the blade. What do you want this thing made out of?" Divan asked, his tone just a bit skeptical of the design.

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IC: Syvra

 

Syvra nodded a bit "That would work as long as the button is able to initiate the spring... And i am wanting the blade made of Protosteel though i was thinking of there was a way to line the hollow needle sized center with crystal that may better the integrity." he adds

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IC: Sajis During her assigned patrols around the village, Sajis usually took an incredibly predictable path, one that would take her by all of the underground town's major areas. Indeed, she was orderly, aiming for the most efficient route in stopping crime and the chaos it brought.Chaos was disgusting. It brought imbalance to life.Oof: open for interaction

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IC: Kehuri

Sajis' patrol took her past the market, where Kehuri- currently off duty- was buying supplies for the week. Despite his being at ease, the Toa of Earth's sturdy shield remained where it always was: on his back.

 

He gave her a formal salute.

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IC:"No major reason to think that would better the integrity-but protosteel is pretty tough. I'd suggest making a replacement blade for this just in case, even though that ups the cost. That pretty much covers what we need to know in order to design your blade. Because your request is unusual, it may take a little while to get done. Would you care to come back tomorrow?" Divan asked.

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IC:"No major reason to think that would better the integrity-but protosteel is pretty tough. I'd suggest making a replacement blade for this just in case, even though that ups the cost. That pretty much covers what we need to know in order to design your blade. Because your request is unusual, it may take a little while to get done. Would you care to come back tomorrow?" Divan asked.

IC: Syvra

 

Syvra nods rather slowly

"Well the replacement blade would be good.."

 

He then looks out the door

"And yeah i can be here tommorrow.. though no longer than four days unless some distaster or emergency happens.. then i can understand. How much will the cost come to?"

 

OOC: By tommorrow do you mean i should just post tommorrow or how should we handle it? never really ordered anything before in this manner

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OOC: K that is fair enough..

 

IC: Syvra

 

Syvra nodded

"Well that is mighty inexpensive but i suppose that works. I will be staying at the Inn two streets down."

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Syvra-Tivanu

If you interact with one of my characters and I don't respond or acknowledge the interaction within a day, send me a PM. Odds are I missed or did not see the post.

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IC: Ardoku

The battered pick hit the rock wall, cracking it open after who-knows-how-many hits. The toa's eyes widen as he sees a slight shimmer. He knew instantly what he had come across. Solid protodermis. Ardoku kept hitting the rock with his pick, extracting the chunk of protodermis from the cavern's wall. The chunk was half the size of his head, I should be able to get some cash out of this one, he thought.

 

OOC: Ok, so what should I do now? Where do I sell the chunk? Do I just exit the mines? What is the system in the mines?

Edited by Toa Onaku
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IC: [ Rhea ] - Onu-Koro

Thunk.

A single deft blow, sent home with militaristic precision, and the crude iron spike sank deep into the signpost, pinning the rumpled sheet of parchment in plain view of passers-by. The letters, written in a clear, orderly, graceful hand, were freshly inked and stood out in brilliant black relief under the stark yellow glow of a nearby pole-mounted lightstone.


Available for hire-

One experienced, intelligent,
able-bodied bounty hunter.

Specializes in escaped convicts,
fugitives, runners of all sorts.

Price varies by job; subject
to negotiation.

Currently lodging in Onu-Koro.
Ask for ‘Rhea’; the Ussalry
knows me well.


That was all, and it was more than enough. The slender, fiery Su-Toa had a reputation, and not just because of her jaw-dropping beauty and kick-your-butt attitude. She counted the kills when she dug the graves, and she counted the captives when she watched the locks click shut on the silent dungeon doors.

To date, she’d counted over a dozen times. Most of them were petty criminals, notorious vandals, blackmailers, and other such rabble, but at least two had been high-level illegal drug dealers, and a third had been a ‘person of specific interest’ on the lists of more than one of the island’s military forces.

Not bad for less than a year’s work. Not bad at all.

And Rhea knew it. Turning away from the signpost and slipping her improvised hammer/whetstone back into the pocket of her knapsack, she permitted herself a slight smile. It might take a day or so, might even take a week, but word would get around.

Until then, she had business. Business involving fire, steel, and the accumulated wealth of over a century.

Fire, steel, riches... add them, and you come up with power.

Add them, and you come up with ‘Onu-Koro’. Rhea was a waylander, a self-proclaimed gypsy, and she’d seen and judged every village on the map. Le-Koro was a motley conglomeration of air-headed fools, Ko-Koro was too cold for both comfort and practicality, and Po-Koro was a broiling wasteland... Even Ga-Koro, risen from the strength of Rhea’s beloved open ocean, and Ta-Koro, blazing warlike heart of the Mangai’s fury, met their equals in the shrewd, industrious Village of Earth.

Fire, Water, Earth, reflected Rhea thoughtfully. They are the future. Together, combined, they form Plasma.

She did not smile, but her brilliant green eyes smoldered in the shadows as she walked, her easy, militaristic gait carrying her swiftly through the subterranean streets. Burly, broad-shouldered Onu-Matoran were tramping busily about on every side, laden under all manner of heavy loads, and more than one head turned to follow her progress, but if she noticed, she gave no sign of it.

Ah yes. Plasma. The future will be very... hot.

She grinned.


OOC:

So, uh, yeah... just a shout-out to anyone actually involved with the Ussalry... if it ever comes up, just ‘remember’ that Rhea has worked loosely with your characters’ organization on several different occasions. Feel free to PM if need be. :)

Edited by Shadowhawk
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IC: Ardoku

After a grueling day of work at the mines, Ardoku thought it to be nice to grab a drink at the tavern. He sat himself down at a table, and ordered a nice cup of earth root tea.

 

OOC: Ardoku is open for interaction, if anyone is interested.

Edited by Toa Onaku
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OOC: Hope you don't mind, Shadowhawk

 

IC: Mar (Onu-Koro)

 

Personally, I found myself at a complete loss as to why I had decided to end up here of all places. Le-Koro was at least blessed with occasional moments of silence, while Ko-Koro could actually be quite pleasant as well, being the Koro that revered silence so.

 

But Onu-Koro? Don't get me started on Onu-Koro: the whole place was, as usual, a torturous cacophony of industry, bartering and construction, which was only made worse by the fact that everything was amplified substantially by the natural echoes in here. Karv seemed to disagree, then again, few things really seemed to faze him that often. If I was annoyed at the noise, which I managed to keep at acceptable levels by diverting the sound away from me, he was merely a tad put off. I looked at him where he was sitting dutifully next to the bench I had dumped myself on. He wasn't one to feel bored or restless, but I personally was sick of the current monotony of my ever-changing lifestyle. A description which may sound like an oxymoron, but trust me, it is possible.

 

But such was the fate of someone like me, to never have a place where I could be content, to never know where I truly belonged, only to constantly drift around from place to place, getting by with my very particular set of skills. I was the Scoundrel, the Renegade, the Rogue, the Jack-of-all-trades, the one who could always be relied on to do something in the name of survival and profit, and go about in a way that only I could. Truly, it was an art.

 

What might also have been an art would have to be the only person of interest in Onu-Koro at the moment. My Akaku peered under the white traveler's cloak to spot a vexing, slender female with burning eyes, almost aristocratic facial features, and an appropriately elegant yet hasty stride. Clearly she had business elsewhere.

 

My acute hearing caught up on someone whistling after her, not surprising. My desparation to escape this monotony took charge, and even as the soundwaves travelled through the air, I seized them in and angled them off of me instead, and simultaneously amplifying them.

 

"That ought to get her attention" I thought.

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IC: Ardoku

The Toa laid back and relaxed in the couch. He always did love the corner table. After a few moments of rest, Ardoku pays for the drink and leaves the bar. Ardoku strolls through the streets of Onu-Koro, eventually planning to return to his shack, but for now, he thought he'd just keep walking.

 

OOC: Ardoku is still available to interact with... please?

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IC: Torvoth

Torvoth spotted someone walking past his side street, one of the first in hours. Not wanting to miss a business opportunity, the Kadin-helmed Vortixx threw an empty metal can at the passer-by.

"Hey! Hey, you! Over here!" he cried.

 

OOC: I'm looking at Ardoku, if that's okay with you. You can ignore me if you want.

Edited by Wazdakka

Steam Name: Toa Hahli Mahri. Xbox Live Gamertag: Makuta. Minecraft Username: ThePoohster.

Wants: 2003 Jaller (from Jaller and Gukko), Exo-Toa, Turaga Nuju, Turaga Vakama, Shadow Kraata, Axonn, Brutaka, Vezon & Fenrakk, Nocturn, ORANGE FIKOU.

I got rid of my picture, are you happy?

 

 

 

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OOC: Hope you don't mind, Shadowhawk IC: Mar (Onu-Koro) My acute hearing caught up on someone whistling after her, not surprising. My desparation to escape this monotony took charge, and even as the soundwaves travelled through the air, I seized them in and angled them off of me instead, and simultaneously amplifying them. "That ought to get her attention" I thought.

OOC: Nope, I don’t mind in the least. Random, improvised situations such as this are great for mutual character development. :)IC: [ Rhea / Nero ] - Onu-KoroRhea flinched involuntarily, breaking stride, as a sudden piercing whistle cut through the air in her direction. It wasn’t the whistle itself that startled her (after all, like it or not, she had become rather used to such things over the course of her life) as much as it was the sheer irritating volume of it.She halted and turned, pivoting on her left heel so as to place her back against the solid stone storefront behind her. The move was casual, subtle, performed without conscious thought, but hinted again at decades of deeply-rooted military experience. Her green eyes moved, narrowed, settling almost immediately on a tall, grey-armored Toa of Sonics seated on a bench across the walkway. Loitering. A worthless, mendicant lump of gutter-trash, with nothing better to do than whistle suggestively at passing females.Rhea’s eyes crackled viciously, hot sparks surging to life in their emerald depths.The guy looked bored. He wouldn’t be bored long.Their gazes met and locked. Rhea’s right hand flicked upwards as her body slid into the stereotypical spellcaster’s stance, wrist slightly bent, weight shifted slightly to one side, slim, white-armored fingers leveled at the whistler’s vitals. Time slowed, froze... then exploded into deadly action as two very important things happened.One, the overall temperature of the De-Toa’s Great Kanohi Akaku skyrocketed upwards, quintupling its former temperature in milliseconds, the metallic protodermis taking on an eerie reddish glow as raw plasmatic energy surged through it in an explosive wave.Two, a massive hunting knife hissed through the air from Rhea’s side of the street and buried itself hilt-deep in a heavy wooden signpost only inches away from the De-Toa’s skull, striking home with enough force to send several loosely-affixed papers fluttering to the ground. The blade’s owner materialized out of nowhere, looming out of a shadowed alleyway only ten feet to Rhea’s right, cradling a massive axe in massive hands, massive shoulders tensed to strike. His acid-green eyes were ugly, feral.And Rhea spoke. Quietly. But the sensitive ears of the unfortunate grey-armored Toa would have no trouble at all catching the message.“Keep your mouth shut, cur.”

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IC: Ardoku

Suddenly, an empty metal canister hit him in the shoulder, followed by someone calling "Hey! Hey, you! Over here!". Ardoku looked in the direction of the voice, noticing a short, helmet wearing vortixx sitting by a small, messy shack in a dark alley. Yep, nothing suspicious about that. Regardless of suspicions, Ardoku approached the stranger, but didn't come too close. "Yes? What is it you want?"

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IC: Mar (Onu-Koro)

 

And that's what I get for an innocent (okay, "innocent" might not be the best description) whistle. Fair enough, I had other problems to worry about, like not aggravating these people any further. Karv didn't exactly respond well to his master getting his sorry behind soundly kicked, and the Kavinika rose up with his teeth bared, but no threatening growl issued forth, at least, none that they could hear. A sharp whistle ordered the Kavinika to stand his ground (which they also didn't hear, I was supposed to stay silent, remember?), this was neither profitable nor completely sane, if you thought about it.

 

But it sure was exciting.

 

As Karv slowly settled down beside me again, I pulled the throwing knife out (no easy feat, but a slight addition of sonic vibrations did the trick), inspecting it. That was definitely not something I wanted to get better acquainted with. As I was still forbidden to speak, I merely gave the brute an approving nod, obviously complimenting his throwing skills. And waited for a response.

 

OOC: Fair warning, Mar can, and will, use both their heads as drums (and then some) if he's forced to.

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IC: Enax

 

As I walked through the streets, I came to notice that more than a few surfaces had a poster fastened to them. After seeing it for the tenth time, I decided that it might be of interest.

Looking over the poster, my heart sank as I realized that it advertised a well-known bounty hunter, going by the name of Rhea. Being well known was an advantage, and being a newcomer, and a Vortixx, stacked the odds up against me to a futile level.

 

Perhaps I'll head to Po-Koro, i've heard that the killer of their turaga was never caught...

 

           

Chuck Norik is no match for Bruce Lhikan!

 

 

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