BZPRPG - Onu-Wahi

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IC: (Damek)

 

"Yes! What can I do for you?" Damek said to the shouting Nariya.

[Nato G]

IC: Nariya.

 

She took a few deep breaths, trying to compose herself. She needed to calm down. "Dead body..." she managed, "...in the alley." 

Edited January 2, 2015 by Roman Torchwick

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OOC: Going to invent a few details just so we'll have singing to go off of, but nothing beyond what would have naturally occur.

 

IC: (Damek)

 

The Matoran reached up to give Nariya a friendly pat on the hand, signaling that everything was alright. "Don't worry ma'am, we'll have this figured out in no time."

 

With a sigh, Damek rounded the corner into the alleyway. What he saw wasn't quite what he had expected- the killer had evidently made some sick effigy of his victim on a canvas above the corpse. As more guards flooded the alleyway and the crime scene was roped off, Damek slid on a pair of plastic gloves and began examining the corpse.

 

"Hmm... Three stab wounds, covered with iron... The killer likely has elemental powers over iron," he concluded.

 

But why would he cover the wounds? Did it have something to do with his twisted 'artist' MO? Perhaps to stop the blood? Hmm...

 

"Did you see the killer running from the scene?" he asked Nariya, "this paint is still wet, he can't have gotten far."

[Nato G]

IC: Nariya. 

 

The paint... She didn't want to think about that. She remembered it, though. What kind of sick, twisted person painted a picture of someone they'd murdered? "No, I didn't see anyone," she apologised, "I come through here most days, and that alley's always been empty. That's how I noticed it in the first place..." she didn't feel the need to explain what "it" was. 

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IC: The brushes were cleaned and carefully put back in the small carrying case they belonged in, the canteen washed out and refilled with clean water. Both were put in a crevice behind the firewood pile in the basement cellar where he worked, a place nobody disturbed.

 

Then the ever-present smile of Tarn Roma returned and he turned to his work, stoking the fires of the inn, the reflection of the flames flickering in his smiling eyes. He made a trip outside to get fuel, greeting guests as they passed him on their way to the hotel.

 

There was a fuss on the other side of town, evidently. The Ussalry had been called, found some sick murder scene.

 

Tarn sighed as he went back into the basement and threw another log on the fire. Some people just didn't appreciate art.

[ARROW404]

IC: Onepu

He froze. 

 

The Makuta's forces were so bold now as to challenge a major Koro... and actually powerful enough to pull it off? The story sounded too far fetched to be true, but if Tarnok believed it, there was a good chance it was true.

"Echelon..." he said quietly, his eyes narrowing. He let go of the door and headed back into the room, breezing past Eretas and picking up his dolabra. "Sorry Mr. Eretas, but you'll have to excuse me. Something more important than the freedom of a Rahkshi has come up." 

 

Not waiting for a response, he stepped outside. "Has Nuparu been notified?" he asked Tarnok, not bothering to correct himself this time.

Edited January 2, 2015 by The Fifth Spoilers

[Krayzikk]

IC:

 

"Uyism and I came here once we heard. The refugees have been traveling through the village towards headquarters, however, so someone may have gone to tell him." The answer flew without hesitation, the Ussalmatoran sidestepping to permit the Captain out of the door. 

 

"There aren't too many of them yet, but they were being escorted by surviving Sanctum Guard members. The secretary is dispatching someone to question those with the strength to give answers."

[Nuju Metru]

IC:

As Wiremu flopped down on his desk, Nuparu felt his stomach fall down past his knees. Ko-Koro, fallen... the implications of this news were many, and all dire. It would take a few more moments for Nuparu to process them all. Trying to repress a sudden shakiness, the Akiri stood slowly from his desk, rounded it, and placed his hand on Wiremu's slumped shoulder. The little engineer looked up at him in response to the touch. Wiremu's face bore fear, sorrow, guilt, pain, but his eyes - as they met his leader's eyes - bore the kind of expectational hope that Nuparu had long since learned was the greatest burden of leading.

 

Wiremu saw, needed to see, in Nuparu the power to fix things, not just fix machines. It was Nuparu's duty to use his position, the resources his people had placed at his command, to do what he could to fix this. He made the decision at once, because it was the only decision he could make.

 

"We will make this right," Nuparu vowed. Wiremu rubbed his nose and nodded; Nuparu squeezed gently on his brilliant friend's shoulder. "And you will help me."

 

"How?" Wiremu asked. The glow of hope in his eyes grew, and Nuparu felt the weight of his decided course settling on him like a cape made of stone.

 

"Go down to the deep workshop," Nuparu replied. "Our people need to see our strength. Use the industrial lift, bring up the prototypes with your team."

 

"They're not quite ready--" Wiremu stuttered.

 

"They'll be ready enough," Nuparu assured him, helping Wiremu to stand and guiding him to the door as he himself prepared to exit. "Go; I'll be easy to find again."

 

Nuparu opened the door, and Wiremu darted off towards the lower levels. As Nuparu emerged into the Onu-Koro street, his pair of door guards, hulking Ussalrymatoran, followed behind him like the rear points of an isosceles triangle. Mathematics; Nuparu thought mathematically when he was nervous. Public speaking had never been his forte, and while he'd gotten better at it by necessity, he still could never seem to shake the glowflies in his chest before he spoke. The refugees were not difficult to find; a crowd had already massed around them, offering aid and hungry for stories. Finding lodgings for these refugees would be another problem to solve, but Nuparu didn't worry too much about it; his people were generous and hospitable, and he knew that they would offer up their homes if he asked.

 

The sight of Nuparu's approach drew the attention of some in the crowd; they prodded and shushed the remainder of the cluster. Nuparu tapped his bodyguards; reluctantly, they stayed back at the edge of the crowd while Nuparu filtered through it, reaching its center. As he did so, the clump grew, for other Onu-Matoran around dropped their business to hear their Akiri speak. The glowflies fluttered; Nuparu ignored them as best he could. He started.

 

"For those of you who had not yet heard," Nuparu announced, projecting his voice as loudly as he knew how. "Ko-Koro has fallen to a massed force of evildoers, led by the wicked Echelon." A few gasps from those who hadn't already heard; Nuparu didn't stop for them. "Ko-Koro is in the hands of Makuta's old servants. Those of you here who escaped with your lives, I am deeply sorry, and deeply angered, by the losses you have suffered at their hands. Know that our people, the people of Onu-Koro, are here to help. You will not want for food, water, shelter, or warmth."

 

The refugees nodded and mumbled their thanks, and Nuparu inclined his head to them before going on. "But it is this Koro's duty to offer more than hospitality. People of Ko-Koro, you were - and are - our neighbors; that wickedness which has robbed you of your homes and your friends stands poised to take the same from us. We know too well the ravenous appetite of destruction; Echelon and his army will come for us, if we do not first come for them. People of Ko-Koro, Onu-Koro offers you its hospitality, but it also offers its aid. We will spread the word across the island that Ko-Koro has fallen, and that Onu-Koro seeks allies, allies to join the army that will retake it."

 

This aroused a much larger reaction from the crowd. Nuparu gave them a few moments of excited exchange, and then went on. "Our defenses have become stronger than any on the island; we have invented many new tools of war; our Ussalry are the mightiest, bravest soldiers on Mata Nui. This battle, an eradication of the followers of Makuta, a fight to return Ko-Koro to its people, is the battle we have been preparing for, the battle we have been destined for. This is the crucial moment: the longer we wait, the stronger the enemy will become." 

 

Nuparu looked up, and saw that the prototypes, behind the crowd, stood ready. It was time to use them. "We must seize what short time we have - the time before the rest of the island responds to our call to arms - to prepare for the fight," Nuparu said. He gesturing to the half-dozen prototypes. "Look."

 

The crowd did, and their eyes were met by six roughly Matoran-shaped machines which stood taller than Toa even without apparent heads. The arms were over-long, with pincers like Ussals' and hefty pistons evident around the sturdy joints; the legs were stocky, stable, powerful. The machines' limbs were adorned with various types of weaponry, different armaments on each; forearm blades here, a mace in place of a hand there, shoulder-mounted Patero cannons, axes and huge hammers, battering ram feet... one of the machines even wore oversize boxing gloves wrapped in barbed wire. From the middle of the machines' armored torsos, six Matoran's faces - Wiremu's among them - peeked out through quartz screens. The crowd oohed, gasped, applauded, as the machines strode about, swung their weapons impressively, and took on heroic poses.

 

"The 'Exo-Matoran' has been a side project for a long time," Nuparu called, regaining the attention of the crowd. "We'll commence mass production as soon as the prototypes are finalized... Everyone must do their part to ready Onu-Koro's forces for this assault, from engineers to Ussalry to market vendors. I do not set our people on this course lightly; but if Mata Nui is to survive, decisive action is our only viable course."

 

Nuparu promptly exited the crowd, and arranged for four of his fastest messengers to contact the Akiri of the remaining standing Koros to ask for their military assistance.

 

OOC: Other Akiri players, you can assume whenever you want that these messengers reach you. Here we go!

[Dallior]

IC Wekar:

 

After hearing this announcement, Wekar looked at his group and hoped that they all agreed to what he was about to do.

 

Wekar rode Dax towards the Akiri, screaming, "Wait! Wait!"

 

OoC: How does one sign up for the Ussalry? 

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IC: (Damek)

 

Damek immediately ruled out Nariya as a suspect. She'd told him everything she could now, and he'd need his space to conduct a proper investigation.

 

"Thanks ma'am, that's all I'll be needing from you for now."

 

He returned to the corpse and tie painting, eyeing each carefully. "Oh god..." That wasn't paint, that was blood. In his time with the Ussalry, Damek had seen more than a few bloody crime scenes but never one with blood so orchestrated in its splattering. He had to give props to the artistic prowess of the killer, as much as he hated to.

 

But how had he gotten away? Surely Nariya would have seen him, or at least seen someone she suspected. But no... maybe he'd had a way to escape quickly, without attracting attention.

 

"Alright, someone start a profile, we have a Toa of iron, most likely wearing a Kualsi, maybe a Kakama."

 

He left the corpse to the rest of the investigators and returned to the Ussalry HQ to study what he'd learned and see if it matched any previous cases.

 

OOC: Any other Ussalry members, feel free to look at the body or do whatever. I'll be waiting for the next kill. >=)

Edited January 2, 2015 by Relapse

[Specter Knight]

IC-Arkhal

 

Arkhal Heard the Akiri's announcement from across the square. "I knew those people were up to no good, attacking Ko-Koro... Just wait until they meet the sword edge of Arkhal, The greatest hero who ever lived!" He swung his sword over his head to punctuate the point.

 

OOC

Random fact: The only thing larger than Arkhal's sword is his ego.

[Makuta Miras]

IC: Kajak (Onu-Wahi; above Onu-Koro)

Part 1, Book 1, Chapter 1

 

***

 

The inky sky, far above, covered by clouds, was split by lightning. The bolt, followed by an ear-shaking clap of thunder, seared its way into Kajak and the other Akari's eyes, leaving a fading imprint of the streak right across their vision as the Toa made their way across the rain-streaked wasteland, the wind tugging at their armour, and, quite alarmingly, threatening to tear Akili's feet out from underneath her.

"WE'RE NEARLY AT THE SMOKE!" Kajak shouted over the wind, and failing.

A decent way ahead of the six, five huge columns of smoke rose out of metallic pipes driven deep into the ground, radiating heat and carrying the sounds of civilisation with them.

[Not Quite Dead]

IC Tsuda

 

Being a fire elemental, the wind and rain was no less that absolute torture for Tsuda. Even his acerbic sense of humor had been dampened by the rain.

 

Those smokestacks ought to be warm, might have to hop into one

[They]

OOC:  ooh, crafty..

 

IC:  Ahkmou, Onu-Koro (Golden Pickaxe)

 

"No," Ishi stated bluntly, shrugging the black bag on his shoulder further from Sucogu.  "You certainly may not look at my collection of ga-matoran centerfolds and courier mail.  However," as he spoke he patted the pouch strung to the straps of a thigh sheath for a small rod-like device, "You're welcome to have what's left of my widgets for the time being.  The room's going to be on the business tab, after all.  So, we have a deal?"

Edited January 2, 2015 by Kughii

[Geardirector]

IC: Wiremu and Ferron (Onu-Koro)

 

As he was walking around in the metallic titan, showing off his new prototype's abilities, Wiremu was unequivocally grinning. The little engineer didn't feel quite so little anymore, comfortably seated in his new war machine. He'd almost forgotten his earlier doubt and fear beneath the empowering sense of mechanical muscle and gears churning away with massive force, Nuparu and Wiremu were here, and they would fix this!

 

But something, something felt off, even after Nuparu's rousing speech. Was there something he was missing? Wiremu's sense of when there was something missing was very developed, since in his field of work "something missing" could have very dire consequences if not dealt with immediately. So Wiremu ventured outside again, looking for the refugees that were gradually finding shelter around the village.

 

Wiremu looked upon their faces, and expected to see hope and gratification in light of Nuparu's announcement, but instead what he found looked like even greater fear and distress. Many of the refugees were already rambling on to their new hosts about something Wiremu couldn't make out.

 

"There's something here I'm not getting!" he realized, and behind his still-lingering fear and confusion, Wiremu's streak of determinism and curiosity drove him to figure out which piece of the puzzle he was missing.

 

A small group of refugees were gathered around an old Turaga, who was tending to their wounds with a grim expression. Wiremu went closer to see if he could get some answers.

 

"Everything going well here?" he asked.

 

Ferron looked up from where he'd been busy attending to a refugee who'd gotten a bullet in her arm, which she said she'd gotten when Echelon had given the refugees a "warning". The forgemaster's stomach turned at the implication, and his eyes glowed with empathy for the refugees who'd lost home, family and friends.

 

He nodded quickly to Wiremu before turning to the Ko-Matoran woman he was tending to.

 

"There," he said after a moment, "your arm should heal fully within a few days"

 

Ferron wanted to do more, but he knew he had to use his mask with great care, he was still inexperienced with using it himself.

 

The refugee finally found her voice again "he can't do this, he can't march on Ko-Koro, they'll kill my husband!"

 

"Slow down," Ferron urged her, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder to keep her from breaking down in more sobbing.

 

"What do you mean?" Wiremu asked.

 

"After the battle... they took my husband away, I haven't seen him in days. When Echelon let us go he said that he had some of us locked away, and if anyone tried to cross their new Koro they would kill them all"

 

In desperation, she grasped at Wiremu, only missing because Ferron gently held her back.

 

"Please, don't make them kill my husband!"

 

"They what?"

 

Wiremu was close to fainting yet again. In less than an hour the plan to liberate Ko-Koro had hit a massive obstacle, one which Wiremu saw no way around. His Exo-Matoran couldn't save those innocent people.

 

"You better hurry and let the Akiri know about this" Ferron urged the engineer, before turning to the upset woman and the other refugees.

 

Wiremu nodded as if in a trance, and for the second time that day he darted in the direction of Nuparu's office!

[Nuju Metru]

IC:

Nuparu had just returned for dispatching his messengers when, for the second time, Wiremu burst through his door. Again, a look of great distress adorned his face.

 

"Yes, Wiremu?" Nuparu asked. "What's gone on now?"

[Geardirector]

IC: Wiremu (Nuparu's office)

 

"I heard... I heard," Wiremu gasped, "something terrible from one of the refugees!"

 

Part of Wiremu felt ashamed for seemingly shooting down his friend's noble endeavor before it had even begun, but he knew that Nuparu valued his input, and he himself respected the Akiri's judgement.

 

"Echelon told the refugees that he has a safeguard against attacks. He has imprisoned a portion of Ko-Koro's civilians, and if he sees any threat on the horizon, they will be killed".

 

"I know he could be lying," Wiremu said and walked closer, miraculously not finding the need to support himself on Nuparu's desk, "but the refugee I spoke with saw her husband taken away by his men... can we take that risk?"

[Nato G]

IC: Akili.

 

"Where there's smoke, there's fire," Akili said chattily, "Can you tell how far underground the fire is?" she asked Tsuda. 

 

IC: Nariya.

 

She headed home, trying to push thoughts of the corpse from her mind. But she couldn't. Someone had murdered a Matoran in the middle of the busy Onu-Koro day, and no one had noticed. And then the killer had apparently vanished without a trace. 

 

Locking the front door behind her, she returned to her work, trying to distract herself from the day's events. She couldn't shake the feeling of foreboding that settled in her stomach, though. This wasn't over. There would be more bodies found before this killer was brought to justice. 

 

This was only just the beginning. 

Edited January 2, 2015 by Roman Torchwick

[Banana Gunz]

IC: Orphos- Onu-Koro

 

When he had heard there was going to be a public announcement, he had quickly left the cafe to hear what was going on. The show case was amazing... such technology was truly incredible, even if the models shown were only prototypes.

 

But the news of Ko-Koro made him outraged, angry and upset. He drew a brief sketch of the island in the dirt under his foot, and then blurred out the section where Ko-Wahi was.

 

"Evil spreads, and we continue to have our unity challenged. Who will be next? Ta? Po? Le?"

 

He pulled his jacket around himself a little closer. This Echelon... his name sounded so dark, so mysterious. He wondered what such a being believed in, what thoughts inspired him and kept his heart light running. Did a love for Makuta and chaos drive him, was he simply so deranged as to not care for the good of the world, of Mata-Nui? Now the strength of the matoran will need leadership more than ever, and Orphos wondered if the Akiri were good enough for this job. Perhaps a single leader, a symbol was needed... someone that everyone could look up to and see as their hope, someone real they knew they could follow, a living being filled with the spirit of Mata-Nui who put that spirit into a physical form.

 

He made his way back to the cafe and payed for his drink. He pet Kopu as he thought, a wispy look in his worried eyes. Nuparu spoke of these machines as a sign of hope and strength, but he wondered if they were enough. Nuparu was an inventor and not much of an inspirational speaker, so it made sense that he would throw out his little tinkering projects to inspire his people, but this felt like false inspiration. What they needed was something true, something bigger. A real leader...

[Not Quite Dead]

IC Tsuda

 

"A hundred bio, give or take. Now that we're closer I can feel and hear that a large town of some type is below," he tapped his mask. It was always on at a low level

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IC: Among Tarn's other duties was tending the cooking fire in the cafe on the bottom level of the inn. He didn't mind, it let him talk to the patrons in the restaurant instead of spending all his time in the basement alone. An Onu-Matoran was in the cafe now, petting what seemed to be a small crab (Orphos). Tarn smiled wider, moving the log he was carrying to one hand and waving at the Onu-Matoran to the other. "Hello. Don't see you much here."

[ARROW404]

IC: Onepu

"Thank you for telling me, Tarnok," he said as he made his way out. He didn't fail to note the look in his eye. "I know you couldn't rest even if I ordered you to. So you're free to do as you see fit until further orders." He headed for the door of the HQ.

[Banana Gunz]

IC: Orphos- Cafe in Onu-Koro

 

Orphos turned his head to the apparent ta-toa. His smile kualsi seemed quite friendly and ordinary but he thought he could see the thin slivering glint of a knife under a cloth on his belt. It seemed the fellow worked here though and so he decided to relax. He gave him an honest smile and said,

 

"No, no. I don't stay around here too often. I'm usually out of koro. But I've been taking a little vacation of sorts. But hey, this is a nice place. I came here with a fine toa named Arkhal and had a nice chat with some other fellows. You can really make some nice friends here... and I get the feeling that friends are something we're going to be needing these days..."

 

He started scratching Kopu's under belly and the little usu crab fell onto his back and started kicking his legs gleefully. He was really enjoying it!

 

"Me and this crab have been friends for a while. The little guy keeps me company when I'm lonesome... What's your name cap? The name's Orphos!"

Edited January 4, 2015 by Banana Gunz

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IC: (Sucogu)

 

What secrets do you hold, my little friend?

 

Sucogu remained stoic, but mentally a flare was set off. Ishi was hiding something. Nonetheless, this would not hinder business- it simply meant he had to keep an eye out for backstabbing.

 

"I'm your man," he said with a nod, "let's get down to business."

[Flex Lord Splash]

IC: Crystalia

 

The female Toa of Gravity followed the others out of the cafe to here the message. She felt her blood run cold when she heard the words. Ko-Koro had fallen, Echelon and his legion of Makuta followers were becoming even stronger. They were the kind of people Insidian would want to follow. She walked back into the cafe in a sort of daze.

 

"Are we still leaving soon?" she asked the others.  Exo-Matoran. The machines looked wonderful and powerful, but could they really stop the servants of Makuta?

 

"Or are you planning to go and fight?"

Edited January 3, 2015 by Flex Likes Groot

[Specter Knight]

IC-Arkhal

 

"That's a Great idea!" Arkhal boomed. "I should go and stop them, for I am Arkhal, The greatest hero who ever li-hold on." Arkhal paused for a second. "I overheard a couple of matoran that If anyone tries to attack Ko-Koro, Eklon or somebody would kill some hostages. We can't go there to save them when we are also Indirectly putting them in even more danger!"

[Makuta Miras]

IC: Kajak (Onu-Wahi)

Part 1, Book 1, Chapter 1

"So. Does anyone have any ideas on how to get down there without killing ourselves, other people or damaging the town below?"

[Nuju Metru]

IC:

"That's worrying information," Nuparu conceded tiredly. He wasn't a military leader; this was one of the times when it showed. "And thank you for telling me, Wiremu. We'll have to approach things smarter than an all-out assault. We need to find a way to free whatever captives Echelon has taken before we begin an attack... but I still think an attack is necessary. Somehow we've got to scatter the evil that's conglomerating up there."

[ARROW404]

IC: Onepu - Nuparu's Hut

He gathered on the way that Nuparu knew of the situation in Ko-Wahi. He wished he could have been there when he found out. It only felt right that he would be by his friend's side when the grim news reached him...

 

He rode his Ussal through town, but quickly realized that wasn't the best choice. While fast, he attracted attention. The one in charge of Onu-Koro's defenses was a popular man when Makuta stood on your doorstep. But swamped as he was with the sounds of pleading, he felt no pressure. This was nothing compared to the Rahkshi menace from before. All he felt now was steely determination and burning anger. The Makuta's days were numbered.

 

With those thoughts in mind, he entered the Akiri's hut.

 

"Nuparu, I've heard the news."

Edited January 4, 2015 by The Fifth Spoilers

[Light]

OOC: Banana, the Artist is suspected to look like a Fe Toa. Tarn looks like a positively ordinary Ta Toa. Maaaaaaaybe I should take better note of that in the profile XD

 

IC: "I'm Tarn. Pleasure to meet you." The Ta-Toa spoke as he moved, opening the fireplace and using his element control to hold the flames and heat back. "Thanks, I love it here. Plenty of friendly people around." He frowned slightly and pulled out his knife, flipping it and using the serrated edge to cut a branch off that was keeping him from fitting it into the opening of the oven. Then the smile was back as the log started to combust, Tarn closing the door and brushing his hands off. "Quite the pet you have."

[Banana Gunz]

OOC: Lol, my bad! I edited it to fix the mistake.

 

IC: Orphos- Cafe in Onu-Koro

 

Orphos started feeling slightly uncomfortable with the knife, but it was sharp objects in general that made him uneasy. Calm down, all he had done with it was cut a branch... Sub-consciously he moved his disk launcher slightly closer to his chair in an un-suspicious way.

 

Orphos gave a slight smile at the sight of Kopu, whom had fallen asleep after filling himself with so much food. The little crab now snored on the table as he got his belly rubbed.

 

"I met the fella here in Onu-Wahi a couple years back. He saw my lunch and just started following me until I shared some. After that, we just became the best of friends. I couldn't imagine life without him. He keeps me company whenever I leave to trade and do business elsewhere. He's honestly pretty smart for an usu. Pretty silly, but still smart."

 

Orphos noticed and pointed out the paint brush also poking out of Tarn's belt.

 

"You an artist?"

[Flex Lord Splash]

IC: Cryatalia

 

The female Toa of gravity glanced at the artist. "Glad to see someone doing something positive in these dark times." She said. "How much do you charge for a portrait?"

[Rorschach the Absolute]

IC: Onepu

"Not a chance in Karzahni," Onepu said flatly. His smile was gone, but he showed no sign of hostility, just a man doing his duty. "As I stated, Lash is free to do as she pleases, just under supervision. It's her Rahkshi we're worried about more than anything. It's my duty to protect Onu-Koro, and part of that duty is keeping potential danger under watch." He leaned forward. "No offense intended, but I have difficulty trusting a man who sent a lawyer to my office to negotiate the transfer of a Son of Makuta." The last term was said with emphasis. "Your threat of a lawsuit doesn't frighten me. What does is your interest in taking Makuta-spawn out of my sight. Lash stays."

Ic Eretas

 

The lawyer shook his head "oh captain. And here I thought you were so thorough" he sighed, "surely you know that you have no right to threaten her in the manner you did" he said to Onepu. "You surrounded here with guards and strippe her of her basic rights." He looked sternly past the captains purple Pikari, "tell me captain: if we break the very law of morality that separates us from the Makuta, can we say that we are any better?"

 

IC Niralle

 

The motul looked smugly at the detective

"Is that a boast or a confession" Reson asked

"More of an assurance, i suppose" The buisinssman chuckled

Edited January 4, 2015 by Rorschach the Absolute

[Nato G]

IC: Reson - Niralle's Estate.

 

The De-Toa's eyes narrowed. "I think it's time I left," he growled. 

[Geardirector]

IC:

"That's worrying information," Nuparu conceded tiredly. He wasn't a military leader; this was one of the times when it showed. "And thank you for telling me, Wiremu. We'll have to approach things smarter than an all-out assault. We need to find a way to free whatever captives Echelon has taken before we begin an attack... but I still think an attack is necessary. Somehow we've got to scatter the evil that's conglomerating up there."

IC: Onepu - Nuparu's Hut

 

"Nuparu, I've heard the news."

 

IC: Wiremu (Nuparu's Hut)

 

"Yes... yes of course we do. I'm glad to see you take it into account, I'll help whichever way I can!"

 

He turned to Onepu when he came inside, giving the Ussalry Captain a nod.

 

"Good, very good. As long as you've also been made aware of what I just found out"

 

And so Wiremu quickly told Onepu about the hostage situation in Ko.

 

"So we have to find a way to save them before anything else"

[Light]

OOC: Said in an earlier post that he put the brushes away, compensating.

 

IC: "This thing?" Tarn pulled the brush out of his belt and laughed, a jovial, easy sound that didn't seem forced at all. Upon closer inspection, the brush's bristles were stiff and wiry, covered in soot and grime. It was wider than it first appeared, too. Half had turned under his belt. "It's a broom for sweeping ashes out of the fireplace. Painting... Eh, maybe painting a house that you didn't care if you scratched up the walls."

 

He turned to the other Toa, sticking both the knife and the brush back in his belt. "Wish I could paint, miss. As it is, all I'm good at is tending fires. But I like to think that somehow, bringing warmth to people is it's own fight against the dark."

[ARROW404]

OOC: Rorschach, Onepu's long gone I'm afraid. Feel free to try and catch him later, but he's talking with the Akiri now.

 

IC: Onepu

His eyes widened as he took in the information. "I should have known," he muttered. Clenching his jaw, he started to pace restlessly. "Ko-Koro isn't the strongest village, combat-wise, so it makes sense Echelon would hide behind innocents like the coward he is." He immediately began formulating ideas. "Hrmm... Ko-Koro is the least hospitable Wahi..." He muttered. "Could we starve them out? No, the hostages would starve too. Arrange spies to sow dissension? Possible but unlikely... In any case, the attack must be indirect."

Edited January 4, 2015 by The Fifth Spoilers

[Banana Gunz]

IC: Orphos- Cafe in Onu-Koro

 

Orphos was slightly disappointed that he didn't actually paint, but he very much appreciated and liked his words of bringing warmth being a fight against the darkness. This made him forget his suspicions for the moment. He smiled and replied,

 

"Perhaps it is. I can always appreciate one who spends their time fighting the darkness in their own little ways. You may not be an artist, but what you said was very poetic to me. Care to sit with us, or do you have to work? I'm sure the fires can live for a minute without being tended."

[Flex Lord Splash]

OOC: Said in an earlier post that he put the brushes away, compensating.

 

IC: "This thing?" Tarn pulled the brush out of his belt and laughed, a jovial, easy sound that didn't seem forced at all. Upon closer inspection, the brush's bristles were stiff and wiry, covered in soot and grime. It was wider than it first appeared, too. Half had turned under his belt. "It's a broom for sweeping ashes out of the fireplace. Painting... Eh, maybe painting a house that you didn't care if you scratched up the walls."

 

He turned to the other Toa, sticking both the knife and the brush back in his belt. "Wish I could paint, miss. As it is, all I'm good at is tending fires. But I like to think that somehow, bringing warmth to people is it's own fight against the dark."

 

IC: Crystalia

 

"Oh my mistake," she said. "Well that is something." she nodded about the fires.

[Not Quite Dead]

IC: Kajak (Onu-Wahi)

Part 1, Book 1, Chapter 1

"So. Does anyone have any ideas on how to get down there without killing ourselves, other people or damaging the town below?"

 

IC Tsuda

 

Still wet and cold, he answers without sarcasm. "It seems to be an extensive cave system, at least judging by the size of the smokestacks and whatever faculties they must be a part of. Surely we'll find an entrance."

 

Lightning strikes several hundred bio away, throwing the scene into sharp relief for brief moment.

 

"Problem is, how long could that take?