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IC: (Silo)

 

Silo had been in the cell for what seemed like an age, although in reality it had been a few days.

Damek seemed to be very thorough although he seemed to rarely show up in person; there was a guard watching over the corridor the entire time, with night and day shifts. 

 

Since his interrogation, other inmates had moved into the corridor, although, strangely enough, only a few seemed to have  ambitions of escaping and were content to simply stay out of trouble. Silo smiled: Mata-Nui was such a civilized place.

 

One of the more good-natured guards had agreed to keep him vaguely updated on the outside world, as he saw noharm in doing so.

Even so, he merely said things like "there seems to be a lot more crimes lately and some storms" or "there have been some rahi attacks" rather than detailed news.

 

It was day, and the guard was at the end of the corridor and out of earshot. He looked over to the cell opposite him in the corridor.

 

"Hey, you!" he whispered across the passage.

"Weren't you one of the ones who wanted to escape?" 

 

OOC: Silo is open for interaction with...whoever is in that cell, I guess  :P

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OOC: I've never forum role-played before and I'm a new meber, please be gentle :P

 

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Danaku Ran was sitting on the floor, thinking about his home island far away.. the waves hitting the sands of the beach and unleashing a cacophony, that was still so calming and peaceful.. the rays of the sun as they heated the lush forests.. the songs of the Qarrakhi monkeys.. those memories kept him sane. He had been in this rocky sell for a long time now, and he missed his friends and even enemies greatly..

 

His thoughts were interrupted once again, this time by someone in the opposite sell. It was that purple, scarred stranger that Damek had interrogated some time ago.

 

"Hey you! Weren't you one of the ones who wanted to escape?" he whispered.

 

"Yes.. Why do you ask, stranger?" he asked silently. His thoughts were in his own language, but his Kanohi Rau translated the speech into any language he desired.

 

He glanced at the guard. He was still far, and could't hear their conversation.

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OOC: Welcome to the RPG :)

 

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Silo tilted his head.

"Oh, lets see...maybe because I want to escape?"

 

The ba-toa was getting bored of his cell and was in no mood for pleasantries. What he had originally assumed to be a situation easy to escape, Damek had turned into a situation that would take time, effort and possibly money to do so.

 

Introductions and learning about the rau-wearing lesterin's past could be done later, so Silo cut to the chase:

 

"As you can see, my mask has been removed. I don't know about your cell, but mine is surrounded by an Elemental Containment Field, meaning that I can't flatten anyone outside the cell...except at one time: when they bring us food and even then, it's on the end of a pole so that the most I could do would be to cause myself to skip a meal. 

You don't have elemental powers and I do, so we need a guard to get into my cell first...you need to convince a guard to come into my cell; say that I'm ill or something - matoran are so civilized and kind that that will probably fool them - and then I can kill the guard and the Containment field will be down.

As for which guard, I heard your argument with Damek, so maybe we should wait till his shift, but if not...any guard will do."

 

OOC: If someone wants to play the guard, feel free...he probably won't die :P

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OOC: Actually, by the power vested in me by Nuju Metru, Akiri of Onu-Koro, I do have dominion over the Ussalry. I may play a guard or two here.

 

By the way, it's nice to see new blood. However, I have to warn both of you of a few things: we remove masks and we are neither necessarily Matoran nor excessively idiotic. :P

 

[NPC] IC: The guard at the end of the hallway wore the Great Mask of Sensory Aptitude.

 

"Oh, hon, I know exactly how you feel," the Onu-Toa crooned, her supple legs swinging back towards Silo. "You know, I was imprisoned before...so I know desperation when I see it. As much as I know Kanohi, anyway.

 

"Speak of Makuta," she interjected, "but could that be one on your face, Mr. Ran?"

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IC: (Silo)

 

"Imprisoned?" Silo cut in, before the thieving lesterin could answer.

He almost laughed. They make criminals their guards?

 

"Who was this by, then?"

And then added casually: "And Danny here's mask  just translates stuff, so you wouldn't be gaining much by removing it. Unless your a kleptomaniac mask collector, which you could be."

He smiled humorlessly.

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OOC: My first ever jam session. Between Nuju Metru and I.
 
IC: Onepu, Captain of the Ussalry & Nuparu, Akiri of Onu-Koro
Onepu had never felt so exposed walking down a street before. He had a pair of bodyguards, but in his injured state, he felt naked as a newborn. His eye was without a doubt the worst part, covered by a medical patch. It would need some time to properly recover, even with the healer's help, leaving him with no depth perception and half the world dark. Darker than the tunnels usually were, anyways. On top of all that were the numerous aching muscles and sharp pains that walking now entailed. 'Honorable war wounds' he would no doubt be calling them once they stopped being a nuisance.
 
Fortunately, he was headed for the most heavily protected place in the Koro, the Akiri, his friend Nuparu's hut. He might feel less exposed there. At least if not for the fact that the bank, the second most reinforced building, had been raided just the day before. Shrugging off these concerns, he pushed his mind toward positive thoughts. It had been FAR too long since he and Nuparu had spoken, and he was genuinely looking forward to it.
 
Loosening up his tight posture, he waved to the door guards, who stepped aside to let him through. Gesturing for his guards to stay outside, he entered.
 
Nuparu looked up from his tinkering desk as Onepu entered, but only for long enough to give the other Onu-Matoran a smile. "Hello, Onepu," he said, returning his focus to the table below. A pair of goggled was pushed up high on Nuparu's forehead, and he held a welding torch in one hand. On the desk before him were piled dozens of scraps of technology, unfinished projects, as well as the current work in progress.
 
A fond and somewhat nostalgic smile rose on the Ussal Captain's mask at the sight. "Nuparu," he said in greeting, stepping closer. He had to move slowly to avoid stepping on some of the clutter in the room. "I see your status hasn't changed you in the least bit." He gestured at a large piece of machinery he couldn't determine the use of. "Can I sit on this?"
 

"I wouldn't risk it," Nuparu answered, sparing the clunky thing only a glance. "There are quite a few bolts missing... there's a stool in the corner, pull that up." 
 
Onepu did so, giving the machine he'd wanted to sit on an appraising look when he passed it. He sat across from the Akiri, whose attention was still fixed by the contraption in his hands. Holding it far from himself and Onepu, Nuparu pulled down his goggles, then turned on his torch and soldered a few parts together. He investigated the new joint and, satisfied, set down both machine and torch before pulling the goggles off his head. 
 
"Sorry about that," Nuparu apologized. "Like you said, not changed in the least. What can I help you with?"
 
Onepu grinned. He'd never had an interest in mechanics, save for their military applications, but something about watching him work reminded him of a simpler time. That, and the clean orange circles around the Akiri's eyes contrasted comically with the dirty, smudged metal around it, making him look like the simple engineer he had been during the time when Whenua still lead the village. He leaned forward on his elbows. "Do I have to need help with something to give an old friend a visit?" He gestured at Nuparu's project. "What's got your attention these days?"
 

"Sorry," Nuparu winced. "I'm so used to seeing people on... you know, Koro business. Usually people come because they need something, which is fine, but I'm not usually lucky enough to see someone just because they want to see me."
 
As Nuparu picked up the contraption again - his hands really couldn't stay still for very long - and played with it, his face regained some of the peace that Onepu had observed when he'd walked in on the Akiri. "This," Nuparu announced grandly, "is the future... of air filtration." Onepu grinned at the anticlimactic end of sentence, and Nuparu grinned too. "No, I'm serious! The air around here has gotten so smoky and dusty - then again, it's always been smoky and dusty - and I'm trying to help fix that."
 
Onepu considered the contraption, imagining its practical applications. Naturally, his first thought was chemical warfare, allowing soldiers to breathe toxic fumes, though he was certain Nuparu had other ideas for it. "I HAVE been feeling a little short on breath recently," he noted casually. "And that's not due to the damage my chest received," he added with a chuckle. "Where do you plan on putting these, then? Not on people's faces I hope, one mask seems like enough to me!"
 
"In hut walls seems to make the most sense," Nuparu said after considering for a few moments. "Well, along with putting bigger ones on the Koro ventilation pipes of course, but I think adding these to buildings would make living down here more comfortable. But then again, if we were so desperate for clean air, we'd live on the surface!" Both Onu-Matoran chuckled at the likelihood of that ever happening. "How have things been for you, Onepu?"
 
Not losing his grin, the Captain pointed to the patch over his left eye. "Rough. I intervened in a rather explosive bank robbery at the wrong moment." His smile faltered as he finished his sentence, eyes on the table, and his voice grew solemn. "The criminal was killed, and two Ussalmen- myself not included- injured. I made a gamble and lost." Shaking his head, he straightened up and put his smile back on. "I was the worst injured, though. Sajis is back on her feet and Tarnok flat out walked out of the hospital before the healer I had called could even get to him."
 
Nuparu gave Onepu a look. "You don't have to smile about that," he said softly. "Not to me. Losing an eye can't be..." He looked for the right word. Somehow "easy" and "pleasant" seemed a little too light. Nuparu settled for something else. "Can't be easy to let go."
 
Onepu waved his concern away. "I haven't lost it, just damaged it. After some recuperation I'll be right as rain. I'm relieved, though. It was my mistake that left my fellow Ussalmen injured. I feel it's only right I paid the worst price. A few more days and I'll be back in action."
 
"That's good," Nuparu nodded. Even though he'd known Onepu a long time, and was more than familiar with his friend's unshakable sense of duty - the sort of dedication that reminded Nuparu, with a pang equally proud and weary, the great strength and honor of the people who had volunteered him for the position of Akiri - Nuparu couldn't help but remain a little concerned by Onepu's cavalier facade when discussing what had to have been a traumatic experience. But he also knew Onepu well enough not to press him. "So," the Akiri said, changing the subject. "What's the latest gossip from the outside world?"
 
Onepu folded his arms and leaned back, his eye venturing upward as he searched his memory. It went back down to his orange-masked friend with a smile in it. "You've been cooped up in your workshop for too long, my friend. I'd say that you ought to keep better track of things, but... to be honest, I haven't a clue how the rest of the island is doing."
 
"I'm not as out of the loop as you'd expect," Nuparu countered, wagging a wrench at Onepu across the table. "You caught me at a bad time for my image: my relaxation time." Again, the two friends shared a little laugh.
 
Onepu rested his chin in one hand. "As far as Onu-Koro, we've had our share of chaos these last few day. Yesterday was a bank robbery, and the capture of a failed assassin, not a week after we caught another." Dropping the small talk, he ventured with a more serious question. "Hm... how would you sum up Onu-Koro culture?"
 
Nuparu leaned back against the wall of his hut as he considered the question Onepu had posed to him. "Onu-Koro culture... What do you mean? How it's different from everyone else's? Or the whole? And what makes you ask?"
 
"I've been indulging in a little nostalgia during my stay in the hospital," Onepu explained. "Remembering when the Koro was small, viewing things in a fonder light, you know how it is. What I mean is, what is it that makes Onu-Koro distinctive? When other islanders think of our town, what do you think comes to their mind? Other than dirt."
 
"Other than dirt, that makes this a much more difficult question to answer." Nuparu laid the wrench down and picked up a vice grip, which he twirled around his finger as he thought. "Well, we've been spearheading the island's technological advance, which I'm sure is in some part my fault... If an Ussalryman had been the Koro's choice instead I imagine we'd all be trained in martial arts by now... We've grown, like you said, grown larger and dirtier - oh, but I can't mention the dirt! - and I like to think that we've made things that help people, and that they think of us as helpers, not just odd ducks."
 
Onepu nodded and chuckled along. His mind briefly wandered to the moment in which he had been in control of the Koro for a moment. He smiled humorously at the thought of the mess he would surely have made of things if he'd somehow remained in power. "Mm," he agreed as Nuparu finished. "We're the village of technology and dirt, then. We weren't always, though, and-" he held up a finger, "I'm not saying the changes are a bad thing- but as I thought back on the 'good old days', I found I miss the simplicity of, say, a game of Kolhii. Do you understand?"
 
"You're hoping to play some Kolhii," Nuparu threatened. "Well, I'll have to hand it to you on the field, then. Me, with my athletic ability." He smiled at the wisecrack, but the smile quickly broke. "It's dangerous outside, Onepu, really dangerous. You know that better than anyone; I can feel it happening, even during the hours I'm able to recluse myself to the tinkering table. I come back here as much because I need time to decompress as because I miss the times when I was able to do this, and only this, as my duty... those were my good old days, and they're impossible now."
 
Nuparu sighed, but barely any tension left his shoulders. "If you've got events in mind to raise morale, of course, I'm all ears."
 
The Captain of the Ussalry frowned as Nuparu's smile faded. He nodded. "I understand. I only got a tiny taste of politics when Whenua..." he trailed off and shook his head. A light smile found its way back onto his face. "You were never the most athletic anyhow. I remember one time you drew up schematics to help you kick the ball precisely so it would go where you wanted it to," he chuckled remembering that, then shook his head. "But Kolhii wasn't actually what I had in mind. Kolhii is an island-wide sport, but each Koro has their own specialty. That's why I brought up the idea of culture." He leaned forward. "I'm an officer of the law, but I was also a racer. Things are dangerous out there, but I think a dose of our old culture- a Koro-wide Ussal Race- could possibly bring about some smiles." He smirked. "I make it sound altruistic, but I assure you my reasons are entirely selfish."
 
"In that case, I strongly oppose the idea," Nuparu informed him gravely. "You're not allowed you have fun while I'm in charge... for the safety of the Koro, of course. No, in seriousness, I like that idea. The old track shouldn't be in too bad of a state. I'll spread the word, you start getting racers lined up- how does that sound?"
 

Onepu's heart skipped a beat at his joke. "Nuparu, you Troller Worm, don't scare me like that," he chuckled, flicking a bolt at him. "That sounds great, I'm glad you like the idea. To be honest, I was a little afraid you might not approve. It's a matter close to my heart, as you know." He shook his head, relaxing.
 
 
"A big race can't hurt anyone," Nuparu shrugged. "There'll be plenty of Ussalry around - they'll be the ones racing, after all. If anything, Onu-Koro will be temporarily safer... I can justify this a couple more ways, if you need to hear them." Another smile, this one less brittle than before, spread across Nuparu's face. He clapped his hands and stood up to escort Onepu to the door. "Well, time's a wasting! You go wrangle the racers, and I'll keep working towards solving our Koro's air problem. Once you've figured out the best day for it, let me know."

 

Onepu grinned as Nuparu's quips returned. He held up a hand as Nuparu got up. "Now now, you'll make it look like that's all I came here for. You've been cooped up in here for months, I'd like to see the things you've accomplished that haven't been made public yet." The corner of his lips rose. "And if there's anything in here with military applications, I'd certainly like to hear about it."

 

"Everything applicable that the engineers and I have come up with has been passed on to you," Nuparu told him, but something wry played at the corners of his mouth. "Well... everything that's ready. There's a little something I've had in the works for a while."

 

Onepu's grin widened. "I would be surprised if you didn't." He stood up, wincing a little as a twinge of pain stabbed his leg.

 

"Are you alright to walk?" Nuparu asked Onepu. "We'll have to, if you want me to show you."

 

The purple-masked Matoran nodded. "I'll admit it hurts, but I've had much worse." He hobbled around to Nuparu's side of the table. "Lead the way."

 

Nuparu followed Onepu out the door of the hut and through the streets of the Koro. The underground avenues were lit by lightstones, and the din of industry boomed somewhere far away, the echoes reaching the main hub of the village. Nuparu was sure to progress slowly for Onepu's sake. As they walked, several Onu-Matoran waved at Nuparu, and a handful approached him with questions, which he did his best to answer in stride. 
 
The two descended into the industrial level, walking the winding ramps downward until they reached the bottom of the informally-named "Tech Shaft" of the Koro. As Nuparu guided Onepu to the end of a tunnel, they exchanged more joking banter. At last, Nuparu stopped, and his friend stopped beside him. A little wooden sign, which read :s: :t: :a: :y: :m_o: :u: :t: designated a fork of the passage, around the distant corner of which flashes of firelight and clinks of tools made clear to Onepu that something was being built there. 
 
Nuparu grinned a little, and walked on. "Don't worry," he said. "The sign doesn't apply to me and my guests."
 
"Of course, what sort of secret project would be complete without one?" Onepu asked, eyes on the bold words. The throbbing in his legs had subsided as he walked, and he now had little trouble keeping at his former usual pace. His lack of depth perception proved a slight problem as he nearly tripped over a rock, though.
 

The pair rounded the corner, and found themselves in a thoroughly stocked, well-lit workshop. In the middle of the space was something the likes of which Onepu had never seen. It was a machine shaped vaguely like a Matoran, with two legs and two arms, but it stood taller than a Toa and it had no head. The arms were over-long, with pincers like Ussals' and powerful pistons evident around the sturdy joints. There appeared to be a seat in the middle of the body, in front of which an armored panel lay open. Most of the machine - which Onepu realized to be an exo-suit of some kind - looked extremely hardy. Onepu also noticed an artillery-sized Patero launcher mounted over one shoulder, a modified task pad among the lever controls, and serrated blades running along the length of the forearms. 
 
Three engineers bustled about the place, trading in tools and checking diagrams as they adjusted bolts, attached armor, tested tubes, and climbed a step-ladder to tap commands into the task pad. One of the engineers caught sight of Nuparu, and lifted the goggles from his purple Noble Ruru as he approached the Akiri. "We're almost done," the engineer told him. "It won't be long until we're ready to test it."
 
"Onepu," Nuparu said as he nodded to the engineer. "This is Wiremu. He's been heading the Exo-Matoran project."
 
The Captain's jaw hung open the moment the construct came into view. He didn't respond for a couple of seconds, and when he did, his eyes only briefly went to Wiremu. "Yes, we've met in passing. Nuparu, this is incredible..." He took a step towards it. "Exo-Matoran. I can see why you would keep this under wraps."
 
"It's an idea Wiremu and I had played with for a while," Nuparu informed him. "But we never saw it as an urgent project until after news of the Ta-Koro attack came. The Piraka are extremely dangerous; it's about time that we got extremely dangerous, too... ever since, the Exo-Matoran has been our first priority."
 
Onepu grinned. Just the concept of arming the guard with these made his chest tighten with excitement. "Nuparu my friend, I think you might just have outdone yourself. And you too, Wiremu." He walked around it to get a look from a different angle. "Magnificent. This is just the prototype, I assume. How long do you think until these can become standard issue?" His eyebrow rose, "Oh, and why didn't you mention this before? Not that I'm complaining."
 
"We'll have to fix the kinks on this one before we mass-produce," Nuparu answered. "They say the thing is almost ready, but something unexpected can always come up. It's not even tested, yet. As for why we never mentioned it... well, I never wanted to get anyone's hopes up. We weren't sure it would work."
 
Onepu nodded. "I understand. And I like the way you think." He put a firm hand on Nuparu's shoulder. "So, have you chosen a test pilot?"
 
"I think I just did," Nuparu said with a smile, squeezing Onepu's shoulder.
 
OOC: Onu-Koro's got an Ussal Racing tournament coming up. Details will be determined in the near future.

 

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I

 

He waits, a silent shadow of a man,

Upon a visitor yet to appear.

Impatient he is not; nor does he stand

Uneasy, waiting for the bells to ring:

He lounges, cool as ice, and twirls a pen

Through fingers deft and quick, the only sign

(Save breathing) of his inner spark; he is

Alive.

 

 

II

 

A Power, dark and terrible, is here,

And yet is not: he lives and does not live;

He sees and does not see, and works his will

From lands no man has ever planned to know.

His fingers, black and cruel though they may be,

Are light, and few there are who feel his touch.

But those who do are bound henceforth to him

and to his foul designs, against the one

Who sleeps.

 

 

III

 

The poet and the spider knows his place:

He knows the law: equivalent exchange.

What powers can a man possess without

A price? What strength can fill his limbs

And mind if he won't sacrifice? The man

Who steals the nectar of the gods and drinks

Must pay his dues or face the reaper's song.

A fool alone attempts to rob the god

of death.

 

 

IV

 

And so he takes, but does not dare to smile;

He drinks, but does not dare to lick his lips.

The dark one gives, but also takes away,

And who on earth can know whose blood he will

Demand in turn for such a gift? Perhaps,

his own.

 

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OOC: I assumed that the guards would've removed any harmful or dangerous masks, but I have no idea how a Kanohi Rau would've been that (except for being able to communicate with other prisoners i guess) I'll include an explanation below.

 

IC: "Excuse me, guard, but Damek said that I can keep the mask. After he dared to call me a thief and a liar, of course. If you don't believe me, ask him." He looked at the guard's face, and realized that he wore the same Kanohi that his father did. It allowed him to hear, see and feel everything better. That might have been why Damek allowed him to keep his mask of translation - maybe some other guards wore the same mask of as well, allowing them to hear any conversations the prisoners had? He didn't know.

 

He must come up with a proper plan with that assasin in the opposite sell. But first, he had to wait for the guard to leave..

 

"Besides, don't you have the rest of this hall to keep an eye on? Maybe someone is using this perfect moment to escape?"

 

He would have to wait for the guard to be replaced by someone with a different mask, or else any hope of escaping would fade away.. unless.. Yes, that might work, he thought to himself, when he had an idea.

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OOC: my idea was about how they could communicate without talking, but oh well, I came up with something else :)

 

IC: "Dan-Dan" He tried his best not to insult him back. He needed his help.

 

"Your idea was a good foundation. We shall built a better one on top of it. First of all, some time ago I heard two guards talking about some kind of a racing event.. yes "Ussal tournament". Remember how that eavesdropping guard mentioned the word "Ussalry"? Know of the word? I somehow suspect that many of the guards will go there. Those two guards said, that they will ignore orders for once and go to the tournament. They said, that it will be worth it despite getting some punishment for leaving duty. That day, when it comes, will be the day when we escape."

 

He cleared his throat and continued: "We will use your plan. You will pretend to get increasingly sick as the day approaches. When it comes, you must somehow make yourself vomit. Disgusting, I know, but otherwise they won't believe me or you. When you do that, I shout the guards to come help. When they open the cell, you attack him or them. I hope that the surprise will give you an advantage. Then you must take the keys and go break that elemental.. diruptor? I do not know what sorcery it is, but if it makes you powerless, break it. Then use your powers to destroy these combination locks", he said as he pointed at the locks on his door. "You must open all the cells in this hall, that way we can overcome any number of remaining guards. Finally, we all simply walk out of the front door and get out of this mudhole as soon as possible."

 

He took a deep breath after talking for so long, and asked "Sound good? The streets will be mostly empty that day, I assume. At least if racing events here are anything like the ones on my home island"

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IC: Demos

He'd "woken up" a couple of days prior, panicked in a prison cell. He knew what had happened now, and so did the Ussalry, if they believed what he'd told the guard. 

 

Multiple personalities. But why him? How could he have become a murderer?

 

After the second day of mixed righteous indignation and hopeless sobbing, he lapsed into a long brooding silence. Now he broke it.

 

"Your plan is suicidal," he said to the conspirators. The elemental inhibitors blocked the use of his powers, but his innate hearing remained intact. "Too many unpredictable variables. You're welcome to it, but count me out."

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OOC: Just to give you guys an idea about the time zone difference, it's 11 pm in Finland as I'm writing this.

 

IC: Danaku Ran heard someone in a nearby cell say that his plan was suicidal. He was right, the guards were armed and might injure or kill the purple warrior before he destroys the generator, and even if all of them manage to get out they will be hunted down like Kuhu dogs. But it was the best plan he had.

 

"What, do you have a better idea? If so, I would gladly hear it. The air here is unclean and it is getting on my nerves. If you don't have any plans, I recommend you keep sitting in your cell and don't tell anyone about my 'suicidal' plan. Maybe they will reward your good behaviour with tastier meals."

 

He turned his attention back at the scarred assasin. "So, what do you think? Do you agree with the guy next door that the plan is suicidal?" He thought for a moment, and then asked "Also, could you tell me your name?"

 

OOC: If you think it's good, we'll then have to wait for the tornament I guess. I'll start playing with a second character if that's the case.

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IC:(Silo)

 

"Silo's the name, Danny-My-Boy." the bounty-hunter said absent-mindedly.

"As for the psychiatrist...hmm, that could just work...In any case, we'll have to wait till the tournament Mr. Ran-Away."

 

OOC: Hey Spoilers, what happened to "the Phantom"? Could he help a bit here? You did say that he was a master of escape :D

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OOC: Oh right :D

 

IC: (Silo)

 

Silo smiled at what had been Phantom a few days ago.

There had to be a way to unlock Demos's other personality.

 

"No, in fact what you need is a knife. Don't you remember? The Phantom? You can still help us. Can't you even remember who you assassinated?"

Silo thought back to earlier.

 

"What questions did Damek ask you?"

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IC: Ferron (Onu-Koro)

 

"Oh don't worry yourself with me. As I said, I'm sure you had other problems to worry about" Ferron replied as he finished straightening himself.

 

"It's my first day in this new body, I can't reasonably expect this shift to go over without any problems whatsoever"

 

IC: (Hari)

 

"Oh you recently became a Turaga? That's well...rather rare actually, interesting as well, if there's anything I do Turaga to make it up for mistake, let me know." I smirked, I really had to find Roth though, there were things I need to do, chapters of a book I needed to finish. To stand here, was almost like I was nervous, delaying what I was really here for.

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He shuddered. "Don't," he said threateningly. Maskless and imprisoned, he still strove to recover his dignity. "I refuse to live as a killer and a fugitive. I don't know what he asked the other me- I can't remember his memories- but when he found out I wasn't the same person, he left, to let someone else know. Noxra, I think he said."

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"Please, you don't owe me anything. It was an honest mistake" Ferron said, refusing to budge.

 

"I have other business to attend to anyway, and I'm sure you do as well. Taking up more of each other's time would do us both a disservice"

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"Alright then, have a great day!" I replied, before moving along. Roth's location was on the side of the Koro where things were darker, both literally and figuratively. The air wasn't as well lit, perfect conditions for my Huna. On this shady side of town, the side where things had potential to get really hairy I had to watch my step. Two Toa were looking my way, both male, one of them had that devilish grin on his face. The kind a child made when they were planning some sort of cruel prank. It made me nervous, but I hide it. I needed to find Roth, find the one bit of information I had on my parents and it was here in Onu. I made my way to the residence looking around, to make sure no one was following me, before knocking on the door.

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"Take care then" Ferron replied, before finally taking off.

 

Much had already happened on this, his first day as a Turaga, and he had a strong feeling it wasn't going to let up now. Hopefully he would at least have time to do what he'd set out to do today.

 

Fortune smiled at him as he finally saw the turn leading to one of the furthest sections of the village come into view before him. He nodded in brief satisfaction to himself, and took the familiar steps once more.

 

Zuriana's door was locked, as it had been for a long time already, and Ferron stopped for a second to look at the homey frame in the cave wall. His natural hand was placed palm first on the door, while his metallic one had a finger in the keyhole. With a quick application of his elemental power, the lock was opened and the hinges creaked as he opened the door.

 

The smell of dry ash hit his nostrils, the remains of the fireplace Zuriana had put out before they embarked to follow Kuhrin's treacherous lead, the only light came from lightstones in the ceiling.

 

Ferron snaked through and hobbled around chairs, small tables and wall hangups, taking extra care not to bump into anything. Zuriana's home should not be disturbed.

 

On the mantle, above the fireplace, Ferron could spot the statue of Krell he had given to her when he first reunited with her. In the lightstone's glow it seemed to have sprung into a weak flame, like a confirmation that Krell had seen enough death, and was resting peacefully.

 

Ferron smiled and wiped away a tear as he reached into his satchel, and produced another statue, this one depicting a chubby, motherly Onu-Matoran with a caring smile and wide eyes.

 

Ferron placed the smaller statue on the mantle, beside Krell's, seeing it too take upon it a warm glow as he stepped back.

 

"You don't have to be alone anymore"

 

"I know you wanted to be there for me, Zuria. Thank you"

 

Ferron had to wipe away another tear as he walked back out and locked the door. The forgemaster hobbled back to his forge, wrestling with both grief and happiness...

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He shuddered. "Don't," he said threateningly. Maskless and imprisoned, he still strove to recover his dignity. "I refuse to live as a killer and a fugitive. I don't know what he asked the other me- I can't remember his memories- but when he found out I wasn't the same person, he left, to let someone else know. Noxra, I think he said."

IC: (Silo)

 

"Your "other self" could take control at any moment...the only way to destroy his personality is to remember what he did...who he murdered for example...and then use the information of what he did to rid all trace of him from your mind. If you live in the dark about him, he could strike at any moment. At least, that's what a psychiatrist once told me."

 

All of this was complete nonsense, but they needed Phantom's help, and this seemed to be the only way to unlock him. Silo was no psychiatrist, but he had done his fair share of manipulation and deceit in his time, so he had some idea of how the mind worked.

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"It worked for me...I used to have a personality disorder..."

Yes, although the psychiatrist seemed to think that killing people for money was slightly above a disorder.

"The psychiatrist told me to try this method."

That was a lie. The psychiatrist told me to put the knife down...then all he seemed to tell me was "AAAAAARRGGGHH".

"Give it a try...."

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IC: While Silo and the pessimist prisoner talked with each other, Danaku sat down on his stone bed, thinking what he would do when he would escape. He wasn' t a navigator or a sailor or a ship builder, and the locals refused to believe that there were any other islands (besides Kentoku archipelago) out there beyond the ocean. He was stuck on this isle, and he would never see his home again..

 

Danaku Ran put these depressing thoughts aside and lied down on the bed and fell asleep quickly. He would not die in a prison, that's for sure.

 

OoC: Just an update on what Danaku was doing meanwhile. Also, I was told that characters aren't allowed to remember their origins if they're foreigners. Danaku is a temporary exception to this rule, but I wasn't planning to use him for a long time anyway. I'll get rid of him soon rather than retconning his character.

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"I can understand that." Tarnok replied, his thoughts turning briefly towards the now-disbanded Seventh... Best not to linger on that. "The reorganization of the Ussalry left much to be desired."

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"I could kill you right now," Vezok said. That was his favorite phrase. It almost made you wonder how many people would be left if he killed the ones he could kill at any opportunity.

 

"I know, Vezok."

 

"One Rahkshi. The agreement was that you provide--"

 

"--the tech. Which I did. As much as I could. I brought a Rahkshi to help me carry it. Thanks, Wiggles." 

 

Wiggles wiggled.

 

"I brought three."

 

"Oh, isn't that precious. You can count now! How long did it take you to puzzle out, Vezok - one Rahkshi! Ah ah ah! Two Rahkshi! Ah ah ah! Three Rahkshi! Ah ah--"

 

"One more syllable. I dare you," Vezok dared me.

 

"You can't dare me to do anything. All you guys have been doing for days is bugging me to build things."

 

"You're slow."

 

"I'm creative."

 

"Hakann can be creative."

 

"You can't. You've used that threat on everyone since we got to the Vault. Including Hakann."

 

"If I'd left you alone at the Lavapool, you'd be arrested. Or dead. You owe me."

 

"Are you coming on to me?"

 

I don't know what that means. Thok told me to say it. Whatever it was, it made Vezok's head nearly pop off, spin around in circles and shoot smoke from every orifice, and then land on his neck again somewhat awkwardly.

 

Wiggles wiggled.

 

"Sorry," I said innocently, starting to whistle. It made the trip to Onu-Koro fly by much quicker when I whistled.

 

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"How attached to your life are you?" the Toa of Sonics asked after a few minutes. The light and dignified voice of Demos gone, replaced by the low and gravely voice of his altered ego. "What do you have to live for? To escape for?"

IC: (Silo)

 

"Ah, that's Phantom alright..." said the assassin quietly.

"What do I have to live for? Well, there are a few reasons: mainly to survive would be the answer, but you might say to right a wrong against me...one that was done long ago, yes, but a wrong all the same."

At this point, Silo rubbed the black scar down the right side or his mask. His mask had visual sensors on it that made up for his lost eye. Why didn't he just get a bionic eye? You could say that it was somewhat of a souvenir, or perhaps a reminder.

" I used to have a group of beings just like me...Rekhyt and old Xerez and others and we would go around together...but since the summoning by Makuta, and since his banishment, they have been killed, or scattered, and I would like to meet them again. But Phantom...what I see in you is someone just like me, just like them...so you'll come with us, and we'll find them, and then we'll show this Island what a real toa is."

The bounty-hunter grinned.

"And besides, your only alternative is to rot in your cell for the rest of your life...they don't take well to murder in these parts."

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Juny hadn't much luck, scouting out the Koro. trying to find out the secrets of the Onu-Koroan industry. It was of his own personal accord, actually. Work with his Akiri was quite infrequent nowadays, and he needed to maintain his lifestyle. Thus, he'd taken his time from the Koro to moonlight as an industrial spy. His work had paid, but it was mainly smaller, less exiting jobs. Advanced wristwatches, new competing I-Stone programs. The things he stole were of little importance, compared to his former work.

 

But yet, as he sipped his luxury Bula juice in his inn-room, it did have its benefits.

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"I'm aware. I've been at this for a long time." He fell silent for a moment, then asked. "The wrong you mentioned. Is it your scattering?"

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"Oh, no. Not that. Something else."

The ba-toa stared into nothingness.

"Let's just say...it's just "Silo" now."

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"Then again, as I remember, it was you and I most of the time back then anyway." Tarnok observed, continuing the route towards his hut. He wasn't feeling quite stable on his feet, but he definitely felt better than before. "... I don't suppose you're going to let me go anywhere but my hut."

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Throughout the day, messengers working for the Akiri set to work putting posters up along the well frequented streets of Onu-Koro.

 

USSAL CRAB RACE

Bringing Onu-Koro's past back to light!

 

In celebration of days gone by, Akiri Nuparu and Captain Onepu

have elected to hold an Ussal Crab Racing event within the month.

 

Entrants will have one week to submit entry applications, and until the

date of the event to prepare themselves. Matoran and Iroiit only. 

We apologize, but larger beings will not be able to ride the crabs.

 

Crab rentals from sanctioned trainers are open on the north side of

the Koro to those willing to participate, but lacking a mount.

 

The even will take place on the 28th. The winner will be granted

the first Onu-Koro Copper Mask in more than a century.

 

Inquiries on details for the event can be made at Ussalry Headquarters.

 

OOC: The 28th being the in-game date, but BZPRPG time being what it is, there is no set date for us people in the real world. If you want some fame for your character, this here's your chance. Don't think you can just turn up when the event happens, though, I want to see some real IC preparation for this event!

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IC: Reson Ance.

 

Reson woke up the same way he did every day: drunk. Very drunk. 

 

He couldn't remember how long he'd been on the island of Mata Nui. A year, a century, who knew? He drank himself into a stupor one week, tried going sober the next week, then drank away all the memories of the sober week the next drunk week. And so the cycle continued. Today, he had one ###### of a hangover, so he decided it was time to start another sober week. He sat up, looking around. He was in an upstairs room in one of the local inns. He didn't know how long he'd rented the room for, or whose money he'd stolen to pay for it, so he decided to get out and move on to a different part of town before he was recognised. 

 

As he stumbled down the stairs, he felt a sick feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. Not the kind of sick feeling that signaled that he would be throwing up soon, but the kind of sick feeling that told him something was very wrong. There was a storm coming, which was impossible since he was underground. He shook his head violently, throwing himself off balance and tumbling down the rest of the stairs. His brain was addled, and none of his thoughts were making any sense, so he decided to ignore them.

 

But the feeling of unease didn't go away, and Reson began to suspect that this was going to be a bad week to be sober...

 

OOC: Please don't waste your time interacting with Reson right now, as I'm going to be offline for a while, and thus won't be around to respond to any interactions. Sorry. I just felt obliged to add him in before I disappeared. 

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(Onu-Koro):

 

 

USSAL CRAB RACE

Bringing Onu-Koro's past back to light!

 

In celebration of days gone by, Akiri Nuparu and Captain Onepu

have elected to hold an Ussal Crab Racing event within the month.

 

Entrants will have one week to submit entry applications, and until the

date of the event to prepare themselves. Matoran and Iroiit only. 

We apologize, but larger beings will not be able to ride the crabs.

 

Crab rentals from sanctioned trainers are open on the north side of

the Koro to those willing to participate, but lacking a mount.

 

The even will take place on the 28th. The winner will be granted

the first Onu-Koro Copper Mask in more than a century.

 

Inquiries on details for the event can be made at Ussalry Headquarters.

 

Hmm, this looks exciting, Kirgan thought. I know I've never rode an Ussal crab before... but thanks to my long holiday I might have time to learn.

 

With that thought, Kirgan walked over to the Ussalry Headquarters. He greeted the Ussalrymen with pure child-like enthusiasm in his voice. "I wanna sign up!" he began. "Where do I get my crab?"

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"I do not understand."

 

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The Huna-wearing Onu-Matoran Kirgan addressed was momentarily confused by his directness, at first thinking he wanted to join the Ussalry, then remembered the upcoming event. "Oh, the Ussal crab race! Well, the crabs can be acquired at the stable at the north end of town. Here," he shuffled through some papers and handed one to him. "Fill this out- it's all basic information- and then everything should be in order."

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