BZPRPG - Onu-Wahi

[They]

IC: Ahkmou, Onu-Koro (Nuparu's Office)

 

Kongu’s harsh, yellow eyes met Ishi’s own, and quickly won.  "Ah, I must have been mistaken." 

 

He retracted his hand, only to impress his intellect on the akiri.  There was much to learn from the matoran of air.  Chest tattoos exposed the love of culture deeply rooted in Kongu’s heart, and the patterns of ink told stories of bravery similar to Onepu’s medals.  Kongu was proud of, and loyal to, Le-Koro, but the volcanic ash streaking the grooves of his carapace told a story of continued determination to uphold koro unity, as did the distinctly po-koroan ceremonial daggers.   Did Kongu come to Nuparu about the same issues as Jaller, or was there more to the puzzle.  Kongu’s athleticism went beyond physical: where some saw a joker, Ishi saw searing wit.  The po-matoran wondered what else he would learn about Kongu, in time.

[Franco]

IC: I look at him.

 

He's been submissive. Normal. Maru get respect. I'm imposing. Yet he's just now started looking down. Unusually submissive after a talk.

 

He's uncomfortable. He met Onua, and he loved Onua, but Onua disappeared. So he held on to memory and looked for the real thing.

 

Now. He's heard there's something left, something he can't have, but he's facing it. He wants the truth. He will get it, even if he has to make small talk or be deferential or hide his disappointment.

 

I appreciate that.

 

"No," I say softly. "He made the path. I follow it."

 

I think about this.

 

"What is your name, Ussalman?"

[Eyru]

OOC Jin from Ga-Wahi.

 

 

IC
 
Onu-Koro.
 
She slipped through the eternal twilight that hung like a shroud over the underground village, cast by a thousand twinkling excuses for stars planted in the rock far above. She passed by merchant's stalls, empty and closed for the day; she passed by huts lit up on the inside; she passed through the echoes of old laughter like smoke.
 
She knew this place as though from another life. The miner's city was rich in secrets, and she had dug her own share over the years. Heels tapping out a staccato rhythm on the rocks, she allowed herself to remember. This place was dripping with history; the years, like water, ran its stones smooth, pulling rock from the ceiling to form stalactites of chronicles. She remembered for only a moment, long enough for the crystalline stars to light up the blood on her hands, long enough for the deep tunnels to echo the screams that still sounded in her ears. Then she stopped.
 
Her feet led her to an old bar in the downtown district. This used to be Onu-Koro's only bar, but the village had grown. Now this was one of several districts, and one of many bars. But she knew this was the one: she remembered the way a single lightstone illuminated the sign; she remembered the way the cracked windows splintered the light inside. She didn't remember the name.
 
She passed over the threshold and into the dim, smoky light. A few weary eye turned to mark her entrance before returning to the depths of their glasses. He was sitting there, in the corner, exactly where she knew he would be. A lightstone overhead cast his face in shadow; like always, a glass of amber liquid sat at his elbow, and a slice of parchment before him. He wrote with all the time in the world.
 
Had it been a year, or only seconds since their last meeting? Time seemed to stand still in this place; the dusty tables and beer-soaked men never changed. The bartender cleaned glass after glass with a old rag, but never reached the end. She slipped into the chair she seemed to have only just left, and half-imagined it was still warm. The taps gleamed in the soft yellow light.
 
The poet looked up. “Good evening. How may I help you?”
 
His greeting was identical to the one he'd given before; it didn't vary in pronunciation or tone. His eyes were green as jungle leaves; his smile showed neither teeth nor emotion. He was an artifact, as much a relic as the secrets he studied.
 
“I'm back,” she said shortly. “Back for more, if you don't mind.”
 
He sipped his drink. “That depends on what you wish to know.”
 
“I think you already know what I want.”
 
“Your confidence is flattering.”
 
“Hardly. It's your business to know.”
 
Silence, broken at last by a soft chuckle.
 
“I suppose you're right.” He stretched, then leaned in, lowering his voice. “You're looking for someone like yourself, aren't you?”
 
She blinked, uncomprehending, then frowned at the implication. She'd killed someone. She was looking for a killer.
 
“How observant.”
 
“My dear, I only speak the truth. If I didn't, you wouldn't be offended.”
 
“So give me some more truth. Who did it?”
 
“A faceless man,” he replied after a moment. “A nameless De-Matoran. He was born in Le-Koro; he grew and snatched and stole among the leaves, and when he slept he did not dream. He never dreamed, and never loved. Killing Matoro is the only thing he will ever be remembered for, and, even then, history will not remember his name.”
 
“Fat lot of good that does me. Who hired him?”
 
“I think you already know.”
 
She did know. She had known all along, but didn't want to speak it aloud, lest it gain control over her once more. But didn't that merely show the control it already had? She had carried the names of her employers in the back of her mind since the beginning, ever since the first day she had chosen to spill blood in exchange for cold coins, and none had haunted her like the name that now danced on the tip of her tongue.
 
“Aurelia.”
 
“Precisely.”
 
She shook her head. “Why?”
 
“Why does the nui-jaga build a nest? Why does the ussal allow itself to be burdened? No creature goes against its nature.”
 
His eyes met hers. “And you know her nature well, don't you?”
 
She did. She knew the Queen and her thirst for power. What she hadn't witnessed she had heard: secondhand stories from Shaddix and Brykon that told tales of her might. Of course she would never be satisfied with Xa-Koro. She needed a kingdom over which to rule, a scepter to match her crown and a throne big enough for her lust. A seat from which she could watch over the island, and drive it into the ground if she so wished.
 
“Is that everything?”
 
A long pause, then her eyes narrowed. “Who else knows?”
 
He understood.
 
“There are few. Your partner took a great many bullets that were meant for you. As far as the island knows, it was a Toa of Iron who killed the Turaga that day.”
 
He could not read her thoughts, but could guess from the emotions that played across her face. She made to stand and leave, but he held up a hand.
 
“Before you go, I hope you understand that this session was not free. Secrets are not worthless.”
 
“What's your price?”
 
He sighs. “A little thing. Only a promise, really, that when I have need, you will come to my aid. Should you receive my summons, I expect a swift response.”
 
“Fine.”
 
“I'm glad we're agreed,” he said with a smile. He reached out a hand; they shook.
 
“Pleasure doing business with you, Jin.”
 
“And you, poet.”
 
With that, she slipped out into the night.

 

 

OOC Jin out of region.

[25K Now!]

IC: The Fourth

 

"I'm not too sure."

[Toru Nui]

IC: Navuru (Onu-Koro Bar)

 

Ah, the bar. The terrible taste of what these reprobates have the gall to call a drink, the nauseating smell of the food coming out from the kitchen, the irritating sound of those accursed Le-Matoran drunkards singing their quote sing-song unquote in the corner.

 

Mata Nui, I forgot how much I hated this place.

Edited March 17, 2015 by Toru Nui

[Geardirector]

IC: Akiri Nuparu (Nuparu's Office)

 

"That's enough out of you" Nuparu snapped.

 

The usually so mild-mannered and cordial Onu-Matoran was glaring at Ishi with furrowed brows, eyes that refused to blink dissecting him mechanically.

 

"From the very moment you walked through that door, you've been acting like you own the place and hold every answer to every riddle in your hand. You hope to throw us off by serving us snide remarks hidden under a guise of cooperation?

 

"Ahkmou: I am not impressed" he finished.

 

"Onepu," he said to acknowledge the Ussalry captain, his face struggling to fall back in more familiar folds, "Ahkmou was just leaving. Come on in"

[Perp]

IC: Jettix

He shrugged.

"Depends on how hard we hit it, what exactly we steal from - the vault, safety deposit boxes, et cetera et cetera, what kind of security there is, how long we take... the list goes on."

He did some quick math in his head.

"If I were to guess, I'd say at the very least one thousand widgets each. Almost definitely much, much more if we can operate fluidly and silently."

[ARROW404]

IC: Onepu

The corner of his lip twitched up into a smile. For all their differences, he and Nuparu had fundamental similarities that had cemented their friendship all this time. Neither of them, despite their high positions, was truly a man of politics. Onepu was one of action, and Nuparu was one of concept. Fancy words that could win the ears of diplomats were wasted on them. When you live in the dark, one learns to hear what is, rather than see what seems. Ahkmou clearly had yet to learn this.

 

Still lightly smiling to his friend, he nodded and strode forward. "Mind yourself," he said seriously to their strange visitor, "You'll find that sounding clever will only get you so far in Onu-Koro." 

 

IC: Kehuri

He blinked, suddenly embarrassed. "Oh, I didn't mention it before? I apologize, my name is Kehuri." He clenched his fists, wishing there were something between them he could at least lean on. Standing up straight like this made him feel exposed. The embarrassment detracted from his reaction to Sulov's answer. With his strength and imposing figure, the Toa before him seemed to be the perfect embodiment of the earth he commanded. And so it came as no surprised that he answered with such humility. The earth had much to be proud of, yet it still remained underfoot.

 

He smiled then, genuinely. "You're selling yourself short," he said gently. "But Turaga Whenua once said that was a good quality to have. Humility suits us Toa of Earth."

[They]

IC: Ahkmou, Onu-Koro (Nuparu's Hut)

 

As Akiri Nuparu glowered at Ishi, the po-matoran had a sudden sense of realization.  It stung to be so smart, and yet similarly so mind-numbingly stupid about his own patterns.

 

Did it again, he grimly realized. 

 

It started with the introduction, acting smart and being pushy, carried into the question and answer session with potential patrons, and finally ended with a disgruntled employer sending him off on some mission after chastising him for flaunted arrogance and narcissism.  It worked with everyone, but Ishi wanted more than the usual outcome.  He wanted to thrive, not survive, with each connection.  As it was, surviving seemed to be the best he could do.

 

He was doing something wrong, and Ishi finally figured it out as he took his first steps toward the door; the burning desire to jest and jibe threw him from frying pan to fire every time.  Supplication repaired some, but not all, of the damage.  Ishi always thought himself as the most empathetic of his siblings, Vera was a logarithm and Ryiu a brick wall of moral justice, but now he realized he was, in fact, the most emotional.  His emotions were his weakness, and in overcompensating for inner shyness missed the most basic reality: what he said had an impact.  The simplicity was terrifying. 

 

How stupid am I, an informant who can’t even recognize the emotions of his clients?

 

On further thought, by now his hand was on the doorknob, Ishi determined it was not a lack of seeing emotions: angering patrons worked.  Angering clients never worked precisely as he hoped, but could be replicated without much thought – an unconscious pattern of communication forged in the stress of the Polzin Mansion.  It was sibling warfare, making a place for himself in the household by shoving with his prodigious intellect, and relying on Alarick to later glue the broken pieces of family grudgingly back together, pieces from different puzzles that didn’t belong in the same box.

 

The door opened, silently swinging in to the office on well-maintained hinges, revealing the waiting room where Nuparu’s assistant sat at a small desk, and a row of empty stone benches lined the walls.  Behind were the Akiri, Onepu, and Ishi’s unconscious behaviors.  Ahead, the future seemed a little better. 

 

Bowing softly, he closed the door and waited on a cold bench for Onepu’s guards to escort him to a new home, and a new life.

Edited March 17, 2015 by Kughii

[25K Now!]

IC:

 

The De-Toa gave only the faintest of nods as he followed, ignoring the protest from his weary limbs. Ussalry Headquarters wasn't far away, and he could likely sit while he aided in the search. If not, he would simply rest when the chance arose. There wasn't any time to waste.

 

"Do we know anything about the man she's looking for? Or how it pertains to her parents?"

IC: Naona

 

"He was a bounty hunter," she replied. "It is likely that he ... was responsible for their deaths."

[Krayzikk]

IC:

 

"..." The De-Toa was silent a moment, but he began walking faster, intent on reaching their destination. "What do we know about her parents?"

[25K Now!]

IC: Sajis

 

"Ahkmou," spoke a feminine voice. "I have been assigned to guard you."

 

Sajis had entered the waiting room with nary a sound, her grim eyes staring down at her new charge. The order had only come to her moments before, but the rookie guardswoman had immediately moved to fulfil her duties without delay. From this point onwards, she would ensure the security of this Ahkmou in the most orderly manner possible.

[Franco]

IC: I guess. I haven't done anything Onua didn't die trying yet. But there is much to do, and much to do it with.

 

I will be young if I survive this war.

 

--I will win it first.

 

I nod and seize Kehuri's forearm, face calm and soul lifted, and he returns the clasp below the elbow. "I will see you."

[ARROW404]

IC: Kehuri

His eyebrows rose at the sudden words of farewell. He was a little disappointed the talk had been so short (and awkward), but who was he to keep a Maru... no, a brother... from his business? He nodded. "I already made this offer to Stannis when he came through Onu-Koro before," he said, just a tad proudly, "But if you ever need another Toa of Earth's hand, don't hesitate to call me. There is nothing I wouldn't be willing to do for the sake of Mata Nui. Spirit or island."

[Franco]

IC: As disciples of the same path, I squeeze his arm as he does. As possible comrades-in-arms, I salute him, and he returns. Then I go home to prepare for action.

 

The conversation was short. Good. Positive: its spent time is the start of an investment that already yields a relationship and ideas. Negative: Kehuri seemed to want more. Solution: there'll be time to talk on the march.

[ARROW404]

IC: Kehuri

He watched the Toa Maru of Earth depart for a brief moment before returning his attention to his current business. Which just so happened to be nothing. Well, he'd just have to fill that with something else. Ferron probably still hadn't finished repairing his shield and he didn't drink... maybe he'd drop by the Wise Man's Archive and read a book. He hadn't stopped and just read in a very long time. Not since he'd become a Toa, in fact! Life was not as... adventurous as it had been when he first transformed, it was time to spice it up with a little fiction.

 

He left with a light feeling in his chest. His jealousy was still present, but just as it had been with Stannis, he realized that what was left of Onua was in good hands. He no longer resented the Toa Maru of Earth, and for the first time he felt like he could really accept the whole team as the island's protectors. Others could say what they wanted, but sleeping or otherwise, Mata Nui's hand was still strong.

[Shadowhawk]

OOC:

Been feeling quite a bit better lately... and felt like it might be fun seeing things through the Hammerlock's eyes again, for a bit.

Hence the useless --


IC: | Hammerlock | - Onu-Koro

It takes three weeks of heavy manual labor in a warehouse to match the price tag on a brand-new iStone. And I suppose it'd take another three (or four) to pay for a custom Vortixx-built military-grade internal/external security retrofit, but I didn't have time for that.

It would've been so much easier to knife people and loot their bloody corpses until I found what I was lookin' for, then skip town one step ahead of the Crab Cavalry.

Only it wouldn't have been worth the risk. Crime don't pay, kiddos... unless you make it pay. And it would've been a rotten gamble with steep odds, a stacked deck, and a minimal payout.

So I worked and worked, mindlessly, for what I wanted. Just like everybody else. And I got what I wanted, without doing jail time. Just like everybody else.


And it was a good thing it only lasted three weeks, or I might've taken a chance on Option #2.

But in the end, was it worth it?


*click*

*click-click-clack-click*


  You betcha.

  Now I can...

  ...conduct my business more efficiently. Which is of course the paramount consideration.

  I can...

  ...keep track of important dates and figures (like that hot Vortixx at the-- oh wait, wrong context... lol)

  ...calculate large numbers with unnatural speed.

  ...conduct combat operations more effectively using the map and compass functionality.

  ...type random notes about whatever I feel like.

  ...and probably other useful things as well.

  Tomorrow I am going to see if I can swindle a helmet and some weapons.

  There is a dead fly on the floor of my hotel room. I am going to remove it.
  It is untidy; I cannot tolerate untidiness.


  typing is fun

  sort of


*click*


...

I set the iStone on my desk and clean up the dead fly.

Edited March 19, 2015 by Shadowhawk

[They]

IC: Ahkmou, Onu-Koro (Nuparu’s Office)

 

Her voice aroused his mind, and Ishi looked up from his contemplating the floor.  The ussalry-woman stood in a stance similar to Onepu, proud, regulated, in control of her movements, but without the clattering medals.  She was a soldier through and through, and the scars unhidden on the entirety of her left arm showed determination. 

 

“Yes, that’s me: Ahkmou,” Ishi replied while rising from the bench.  He wondered how she saw him; a drowning man perhaps, reaching for an oar?  Or maybe something more sinister?  “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance…”

 

The words trailed off.  He awaited a name to go with the Zatth.

[25K Now!]

IC: Sajis

 

"Ussalmatoran Sajis," she replied brusquely.

[They]

IC: Ahkmou, Onu-Koro (outside Nuparu's Office)

 

"Sajis, Sajis..."  He felt the name slide off his teeth into the air, and didn't particularly like the motion.  "Well, I guess we've got the basics all worked out.  You know me, I know you, and I'm not to leave this village until Nuparu and Kongu decide I'm trustworthy.  What about Wise Man's Archive?  Can I enjoy a guilty pleasure of scrolls while waiting? Or, better yet, is there a house ready for me?"

Ishi tapped a heel on the floor, impatience creeping up behind better intentions.  He'd hoped the akiri would call upon him quickly, but after his crash and burn conversation it seemed they planned a different approach: making him squirm with boredom.  At least at the Wise Man's Archive the Informant could preoccupy himself with scrolls and travelers' tales.  

[sunflower]

IC: Dehkaz

 

Dehkaz spoke up at this, glancing over to Krayn as they made their way towards the building that constituted the Ussalry headquarters.

 

"The documents that we found in Po-Koro didn't have very much on them, but they did say that her parents weren't the most... upstanding citizens," He continued slowly, "Though the file that had this fact did not look like it had been disturbed for quite some time, so Hari may be unaware of this fact.  We do know that she found a report detailing their deaths, and one that mentioned Tykoh.  Another document with the bounty hunter also included this mercenary Roth, and she probably followed this lead."

[25K Now!]

IC: Sajis

 

"I'm not privy to the latter," she stated.

[Krayzikk]

IC:

 

Tracing an incomplete set of breadcrumbs through the decades.

 

The thought went unvoiced as the former Lieutenant sifted through the new information, seeking a link, something to expedite the process. The inability to act was burning away in his chest, the impossibility of knowing where she was or where she was going. He needed to find her, and fast.

 

"Is that all we know?"

[They]

IC: Ahkmou, Onu-Koro (outside Nuparu's Office)

 

"So you have no idea whether or not I'll be sleeping indoors, wonderful," Ishi said with terse impatience.  Then, realizing his old habit was dying hard, he tried again.  

 

"Alright, hopefully orders will reach you soon.  In the meantime, if you have no objection, I'd like to spend my waiting at the Wise Man's, or in the bazaar enjoying the latest trinkets.  Tell me, have your gearheads created any new marvelous contraptions?  A mechanical ussal, perhaps?"  He smiled in passing, already making his way toward the circular door, and the koro outside.  

Edited March 20, 2015 by Kughii

[Shadowhawk]

IC: [ Hammerlock ] - Onu-Koro

> LOGBOOK_ENTRY #0-001:

This just announced... Exo-Matoran now available commercially to the public. Government, authority figures, military, appear to be retaining most legal design rights and schematics. Will try to learn more once I can. Important to understand strengths, weaknesses of new technology; particularly that of a military origin. How can one such as I continue to dominant on the battlefield? ...only by knowing and exploiting the loopholes.

Market demand for Rahkshi armor, a key component of the Exo-Matoran, is already beginning to climb. Expect it will blow the top off the charts once word gets around... This was not an original aspect of my plans, but I sense financial opportunities revealing themselves. Rahkshi 'bounty hunting' will be lethal business.
 
And lethal business is my business.

 - Hammerlock

Edited March 20, 2015 by Shadowhawk

[Geardirector]

IC: Akiri Nuparu (Nuparu's office)

 

"Now then," Nuparu began as he finally returned to his notes, "Onepu, sit down"

 

"Akiri Kongu and I were about to look over some early plans I had drawn up for the operations against Ko-Koro. We'd appreciate your input"

[Void Emissary]

IC: The Fourth

 

"I'm not too sure."

 

IC:

 

Rynekk's face twisted into an expression of worry. Something about this situation didn't sit easily with him, and, being a man with whom very little about his life sat easily, that was definitely said something. He didn't like to say that the presence of Ko-Matoran in Onu-Koro concerned him (after all, most of the villages on the island were pretty diverse in their populations), but this seemed too ... too ... too something. He couldn't put his finger on it, and he wasn't about to try his luck and sound like a racist ######.

 

"Maybe someone at the Ussalry can tell us," he offered helplessly.

 

-Void

[25K Now!]

IC: Sajis

 

"I am not informed of any technological developments," she said, following Ishi out in an orderly manner. Sajis did not object to his spending time elsewhere.

 

As long as he did so without causing disruption.

 

And without straying from her presence.

[Snelly]

IC: Oceanna Gallywix - Onu-Koro -

 

Oceanna had played, played, and played her heart out on her guitar, hoping the oh-so-kind folks of Onu-koro would drop some loose change into the tin can besides her as they walked by. Today was a particularly good day in that regard, she'd managed to collect enough for a burger...no cheese. 

 

As she ate her cheeseless burger she thought about how she'd gotten to this point in her life. Yelling at her parents, her parents yelling at her. Vowing to become the greatest guitarist warrior and form an awesome band, slamming the door on their faces and never returning. Oh yeah, that's how I ended up penniless. 

 

...

 

...

 

...

 

That's it. Turns out being a gifted artist didn't pay really well, not in the dark times that the island was in. And maybe she wasn't the prettiest of girls either, but she had talent, no one could deny that. At least enough talent for a cheeseless burger. 

 

She'd had enough of living like this however, she still wanted to form a band, and become the greatest guitarist on the island, but she needed money to do that, she couldn't play her best half-starved living in an alleyway, much less find potential recruits for her band, she needed something that could bring in quick cash, and reliably. 

 

That was when she saw an ad on a billboard. WANTED: RAHKSHI, WILL PAY TOP $$$ FOR RAHKSHI ARMOR, REGARDLESS OF CONDITION. She'd seen many ads like this before in the past few weeks, they were in high demand. She wasn't the greatest of fighters, but she was still a Toa, she could do it, she could slay some Rahkshi. Not only would she be making money, but she could get famous too. 

 

She ripped the add off the board and started marching down the street, it was time for some huntin. 

 

...

 

...

 

...

 

Where...do Rahkshi live again? Well that was problematic. 

Edited March 21, 2015 by Lara Croft

[otter]

IC:

 

"You sure you should've torn that thing down?" I called to the Toa walking in front of me, who all of a sudden had stopped walking resolutely and instead looked relatively confused. I knew what the ad was for, of course - the same as they all were, people wanting Rahkshi parts, get an Exo-Matoran or make some new armour or something like that, whatever they wanted to do - and I had been planning on following through with it, although I was hoping to meet up with a group of people off to go hunting rather than just go alone. Going alone was how you got killed by Rahkshi.

 

Who knows, maybe if this girl here was planning to do the same sort of thing, we could team up for a bit. "I'm sure there'll be others looking for the same sorts of ads too, to see what the demand is for Rahkshi parts, maybe see if it'd be profitable to try and hunt some down over at Kini-Nui or something like that. Might be best to get people together, make a team, y'know? Flying solo down there gets you killed." In case she turned to look at me, I waved from where I was sitting atop my Ussal.

Edited March 21, 2015 by Grochi ad Infinitum

[Snelly]

IC: Oceanna Gallywix - Onu-Koro -

 

She looked at the Matoran, more surprised that someone had payed attention to her than anything else. She looked (and smelled) like a bum on the street, save for the shiny guitar on her back that she somehow managed to keep looking beautiful. 

 

She considered her options, she could team up with others...but then she'd have to split the money. On the other hand, she had no idea how to get to Kini-Nui, and she'd probably die trying to find it.

 

...

 

...

 

...

 

"Uh...yeah, that sounds cool." She blinked. 

Edited March 21, 2015 by Lara Croft

[25K Now!]

IC: Rannin

 

Nearby, Rannin was looking at the ad that had not been ripped off by Oceanna, mentally weighing the pros and cons of going into the Rahkshi hunting business.

[Void Emissary]

IC:

 

"Hello there, stranger."

 

The friendly rumble came from behind the unsuspecting Rannin, possessed by the titanic Toa of Fire standing to the back of him. A great smile was fixed upon his face, and his blues eyes keenly observed the paper that his new companion had been investigating before.

 

"What is that you're looking at?" Peho Eniblad asked, pointing at the advertisement.

 

-Void

[otter]

IC:

 

"Wonderful!" I replied, walking Veju up to the Toa and then holding out a hand. "My name's Ilyin. What's yours?" I then thought for a moment, before gesturing further back. "Also, I'm fairly certain there'll be more people with the same idea as us further back there, if you're inclined to go look for them."

Edited March 21, 2015 by Grochi ad Infinitum

[Snelly]

IC: Oceanna 

 

After staring at Ilyin's hand, she finally grasped it, shaking it. "I'm Oceanna...Oceanna Gallywix." She looked back toward where the Matoran was gesturing. "I suppose it's worth a look." 

[25K Now!]

IC: Rannin

 

"The Rahkshi-hunting business appears to be more lucrative these days," replied the tall Toa of Iron blandly, his voice deep and measured. "I am debating whether or not to get in on the action."

[Constructelf]

IC: Merla

Merla wasn't too sure what was going on.

 

So she just watched the boat.

 

OOC: Merla on Fowadi

[Void Emissary]

IC: Rannin

 

"The Rahkshi-hunting business appears to be more lucrative these days," replied the tall Toa of Iron blandly, his voice deep and measured. "I am debating whether or not to get in on the action."

 

IC:

 

Peho wasn't entirely certain what lucrative meant, but it seemed as though it was a good thing from how this fellow was talking about it. The giant Toa proceeded to smile and lean in closer to the advertisement, perhaps thinking that he could glean the meaning of the aforementioned unknown word from its surface.

 

"I've hunted some Rahkshi in my time," he said. "If you need some help, I'm not doing anything else right now."

 

-Void

[Wade.]

IC: Volin

 

Rahkshi hunting?

 

...

 

##### it. I'm in.

[otter]

IC:

 

"Wonderful!" I replied. "Let's go back that way, then." I turned Veju around, and then he and I - and hopefully Oceanna - walked over to a couple beings not too far behind us.

 

"If you're looking to hunt Rahkshi you should join the two of us!" I said, grinning, as the larger of the Toa finished speaking. "It's sure to be profitable for all of us."