BZPRPG - Le-Wahi

[Vezok's Friend]

IC:

 

Kehua had watched the other Toa leave, until his boradshouldered figure had disappeared into the thick of the jungle once more, heading north towards the mountains.

 

"Don't die. I know I won't."

 

The words still hung in the air. If he wasn't completely mistaken, he had just made something akin to a new friend. He hoped the old warrior stuck to his words and survived. If they ever found the time to share a drink he hoped he wouldn't have to drink for the two of them. Well, if he made it through his own adventures, that is. Kehua chuckled to himself, a short, throaty sound.

 

"Save journeys, Brykon Shaddix." he mumbled, before turning eastwards and heading towards the shore. His instinct told him that was where he needed to go. And the Aitua's instincts had usually been right so far.

 

OOC: Kehua to Ga-Koro.

Edited February 17, 2014 by Smaug the Terrible

[Jakura Nuva]

IC Viima

(Le-Koro):

 

"So, here it is", Viima said, staring at the store in which the Toa of Gravity had been. "We should go inside, probably."

 

He took a few steps inside, not at all sure what he would find.

 

OOC: Bioni-man, you should probably RP the reactions of the shopkeeper since you were the one to create him. The one that's not dead, anyway.

OOC: Of course.

 

IC: Kaama

 

Kaama was busy washing out a glass when he saw a customer enter. He went to greet him, leaving the job to another Matoran there.

"Good day, sir. May I help you?" He asked politely.

Edited February 17, 2014 by Bioni-Man

[Toatapio Nuva]

IC Viima

(Le-Koro, Kaama's store (or bar?)):

 

"Hi, we're looking for a Toa of Gravity who visited here a short while ago", Viima said bluntly, not thinking of being subtle at all.

[Jakura Nuva]

OOC: It's a bar

 

IC: Kaama

Kaama stuttered, taken aback by the Matoran's abrupt question.

"Uh...w-what Toa? You'll have to be more specific, sir, seeing as how I have many customers - "

Edited February 20, 2014 by Bioni-Man

[Eyru]

IC

 

"Utu Kotore, I would appreciate it if you wouldn't attack your doctors. I'd rather not have to heal you twice in one day."

 

Cael belatedly raised a hand to her throat, where the scarlet marks left by Utu's fingers were already beginning to show. They had succeeded: Utu was saved, but it seemed the gift of life hadn't improved his temper. Had it not been for Praggos, he might have killed her. Now he slept, and the Toa of Water felt like doing the same. The healing had left her weary, and she guessed her fellow doctor was in the same state. The task they had undertaken was monumental; it had taken everything they had to see it through.

 

"Thank you," she said to Praggos, watching a Le-Matoran aide strapping the Toa of Ice's limbs to his bed to ward against future outbursts. "That was close, but... we did it."

[Aurora the cat]

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̶̶̸̵̢̘͖̜̤̭̮̭͍̟͇̿͊̾ͧͣͭ̍ͧ̒ͬ͂̉̑̚H̢͉̪̖̥̩̣̞̫ͩ͒̆ͮ̑̾ͪ̀̓͘͢͟͝e̎͋̂̍̐͋̄ͪ̇ͩ̈ͩ̉̂͆ͯ̐ͦ͐͏̨̹̬̤̝͈̮͖̠͈̪͟ ̼͉͉͓̹̞̞̝̪̥͍͖͍̙̩̅̑̇̒̓ͧ̆̍̂͜͟r̜̝͈̮̹̤̞̰̼̳̝̟̠̫̞̀̊ͬ̏ͬ̈́̊̋͛͋ͭͤ̍͌͗̆̾̕͟ę̵̳̳̪̳̬ͥ̌̈́̀̍ͯ̏ͫ͜͞͠ͅa̐̐͗ͭ̋ͬ͐ͬ̀ͭ͆̾̐̎̈́̌̔̑͘҉̢̻͈̼̳̟̖̞͉͓̙̺̯͓d̶̨̩̭͔̺̩̙͕̼͎̦̪̑̋͑̂͆̿̎̊͗͋ͪͥͪ̾̚̕s̢̐̊ͤ͑͆͌͋̅͆͋͂͗ͧ̓̀̚͢҉̸̣͙̝̳͕̻̗̣̬ ̢͙̩̭̥̖̟̙ͧ̋̃ͯ̽ͥͭ̍́̾ͧ̋̑̈̒̌̓̊ͬ̕͘͠n̸̫̹̥͍̫͓̤̹̟͈̂ͦ͐ͥ͛̀o̶̸̙͇̩̜͈̘̞̟̹̫͉͕̠̠͈͍̤ͪ͂͐͛̆ͫ͌ͧ̕͢t̫̰̗̜͎̻̲̬̻ͮ̓͗̄̂̉͋̾͒̓̈ͮ̔́͘,̵̶͉̼̪͍̙͙̟̞̯̤̜̱̤̫͎͛͐͆̓͐ͦ͟ͅ ̢͚͇̲̩̩ͧ͆̃ͧ̓́ͨ̽ͪ̾͌̓͊̈́̐̋ͧ͠Iͮ̎͑̍͒҉͘͢͏̹̩̖͚͉͖̜͖͉̱͉̮̹̭̫̣ ̴̵̦̜̳̘̒͑ͩ͊̇̒̇́̕͟f̷̴̡̰͖͇̯͇̻̻̜̣̬̦͙̠̳͂̎ͪͮͦͩͣ̀͐̈͌͐͊ͮ̑̈́ͯ̀̚̕e̓̊ͤͯ͂̊ͪ̄͒̎̈ͥͥ̉̚҉̶̴̴̘̖͚̱̱̮͍̱̣͢ͅá̅̑͐̽̚҉̛̬̩̩̠͎͇̻͉̪͙͉̩̟̤̞̖̀r̦̦̠͈͎ͦ̓̒̏ͪ̚͢ ̷̷͉̠͍̼͕͈͎̝̪̯̦͔̙̺̗͆ͫ̑ͣ̍͑͋̿̀t̨̡̡ͣͨ̄̑́͏̯̤̰̜̝͖̤̜̮̜̤̹̠̳̫͓̱̠̻h̢̘̼̺̳̹̫̗̟̮̳͍̟͔͂ͪ̑̋̊͂͜͝͝ȁ̛̦̳͖̲̝͍ͧͨ̏ͮ̀̇ͩ͐̈́̀͟t͂͗ͫͮ̍̐͂͌ͮ̈́̀́҉̵̣̣̞̭̦̩̖̣͉̲ ̴̛͕̗̭̪̰̥̦͔̳̳̯̟̣̱͓ͬ̒̊ͬͤ̂̆̀͟p̴̸̵̗͉̤̝̥̗͙̠̖͚̱̞̦̩ͥͫͬͬͭ́ͬ͗͌̊̚͝ͅͅe̵̪͈͉̔̓̌̉̚ǫ͎̱̦̰̘͆̋̿ͦͣ͗͑̽̃͂ͯ́̚͞p̓ͯͥ͌͗͆ͮ͊̌͢͝͡҉͖̼̹̹͈͍̟̮͓̻͔̺l̨̜͉̰̮͍̯͈̼̒̔̊̎̍ͤ͟͟͟͟ͅė̯̩͖̝͉͉̦͛̂̓͑ͭ̈͒̓ͮͪ͐ͮ͐͆̍̂ͥ̚͟ ̴̎͐ͧͭ͒̅̓̇̂͂̋͊̐͛̓̚͜҉͉̭͚̭̣͍̪̯̭͘ͅs͊̃͛̆ͤ̃̓͏̵̨̘̮͕̝͍̖̙̫̺̼͎̞̕e̷̷̡̛̲̦͈̥̖̗͍̬̗͍̙̓̒͌̊̒̐̉̂̾ě̡̢̛̖̞̫̤̼͇̤̥̮̬̱͇̬̰̪̿͐ͧ͛̓̍͐̽͂̄ͬ͆ͤ̈́̚͜ ̨̖̟̞̺͈̼̦̟̜͔͕̦̞̠̤̣̾̐͐͌̉͗̕ͅͅm̷̶̧̩̯͕̺̲̹͈͙̣͇̹̠͚̪̖ͨ̆̉ͥ̓y̢̹̰̦̻͉̤̰ͣ̓ͫͥͮ͢ ̸̣̣͈̖͇͖̻̘͖̰̺̰̻͗ͬ͒ͬͧͤ͋̋̽ͬ̍̽́̀ͅt̸̵͖̠̠͔̼̐͂͊̇͠h̴̢̦͈̙̤̺̳͙̭̟̳̙͍̺̓͗̑̅̓͑ͫ̈ͬ͗ͬ͘͢͡ơ̢̅͆̒ͣ̊̕͝͏̥̥͎͓̳͙̹̘͕̝̺u̷͔̗̙̠̭̜̻̩͍̺͖̙͉͔̤̳̗͖͊̒̽̀͗̊̃̀̔̊͐ͨ͊̍̐ͨ̚̚͢͟͝g̵̸̟̫͓̭̯̞͎̮̘͍̯̜̲̈́̓̊͂́ͅh̵͎͙͈͍̞͎̓ͩ͆ͮ̈̓ͯ̏̌̄̊̇̋̀̿͋ͩt̹̹̫͔͈̘̝̯̠̣̉̃̄̀̋ͣ͌̏͐̓̏ͤ͊̓̉̒͟͡ͅs̢̡͇̺̼͎̠̫̜̺͇̱͔͎̯͎̹̞̖̰̮ͬ̒ͣ͌ͮ̆ͨ̐̋̌̈́ͩ̓͒́͝͝ ̶͎͙̘̞͎̺̤͓̗̥ͥ͗̇̾̂̑̄͒̊̆̾̔ͭ͠͝o̴̡͙̭̟͕̜̘̦͖͍̬̩͇ͥ͛̒̍̊́͠ņ̡̫̞̞̤̝̉̑̿̊́̕ ͣ̌̅̌̽ͤ̐ͬ͌̎͋ͩ͒͏̯͉̮͔͔͔̣͚͔̕͡a̭͕͇͙͇̟͈͊̀ͬ̑̑ͩ̽̐͒͋͑ͧͣ̊͜͝ ̸́ͥ̌̏̔̍̈́ͯ̓͑̓̒͒̆ͫ̍̌ͣ͟҉̻̯̠͔͕̙̪̠͓͇͓͕͈p̳̞̼̺ͩ̀ͨ̓ͣ̊̒ͣ́̚͜͝a̢̛̼̜̮̯̳ͮ͒̉̄̐͋̽̑̐ͩ̐͠gͣͭ̀ͥͬ̇͊̉ͯ̍̌̂ͬͥ͑̚̚͏̵҉̮̥̫͉̠͉̖̘̘̲̖̖̳ͅe̡̛̳͇͖̤̩͎̻̗͓̣̥̘̰̹̣͚̭̣͉ͨͭ̌͋͊̃̇͒̄ͦ̍͝͠.̨͔͓͔̤̯̼̬͈͓̺̦̭̝̼͕̖͒͗̈ͬͬ̆́ ̶̨̝̼̼̰̺̤̮̙̮̭̦ͫ́͌̔̈͌̍̇̄̋̒̃̏̋̄ͮ̕ ̥̪͈͚̠̖̩̙̳̹͓̜̲̳̯͈̐ͧ̾̏͒̀͡ͅT̢͐ͨ͐̆͆̎͋͡҉̘̭̙̞̪̞̫͉̪̣̭ͅh̷̸̢̟͔̣̪̰̻̠̘̖̟̮͈̱̠̻̤ͪͮͫ͒ͧ͑ͣͯ̿̌̏͂̈̅͂͂ͩ͞ͅė̛̯̟͓̫̫͚͓͓̣̜̙̦͇̹͇̙̔ͧ͒ͥͩ͗̍́͒ͪ̏̀͢͟ͅ ̧̫̥̹̠̘͖͈̥͍͛̿̂̍̍͆͆̅̀͘͝w̌ͧͥͮ͐͊ͣ̽̄̈́̃ͨ́̀҉̤̙͉̫͙̲̠̣͞o̢ͤ͗̎̔͑ͤ̈ͭ͏̶̙̜͖̭̯̯͇̱̤̖͈̗̕͠ͅr̷̃̅͐͋͊ͯ͂̾ͤ͏́͏͍͓̫͕͜l̵̶̛̲̯͍͙̻̗̱̣̫͉̫̈̅̓ͤ̉͑͑̂͒̋̓̋ͦ̌͂́͜d̷͑̄̀̉͐ͤ̆ͦ̋̓̋̄ͩ͢͏̣̼̭͙̬͎̝͎͚̦͔̀
̶̛̙͕̤̲̜̮̺͚̮ͫ̍̑͂̎̔̾ͧ͂̍̆͂͂̾ͨ̀̽̚͟͝L̩̫̪͕͖̭͔̖̙ͩ̿ͨ̊͜͟͜͡ͅͅö̴̶̺̫̰̝̻͔̬̫͔͓̝̩̲̪̳̮̯̦́ͬ̽̾ͧ́̏͑ͤ̏͜v̨͉̯̥͚̫̻̯̜̬̟̱̙̬̰̩̫̼͚͉ͦͦ̈ͧ͌͛͛ͬ̾̔̉̍̑̏́͢͢͠e͕̼̥̺͚͔͖̻̠̟̟̜͉̜͕͔̋͛̽̽̒̓ͤ̃͗ͤ͜͝,͖͚̝̮̬̜̥̩͇͈̠̙̖ͫ͌̒ͬͭ́͆̍͛͒̋͜͝͞ ̸̲͎̰͇̬̲̱͕̭̣̖͙̗̝̀ͧͬͥ̾̃̽̈̈́̍͒̑̔̍͐ͣ̓ͨ́͟ņ͓͕̱̙̣̜̦͕̦͔͔̬̹͇̤̪̫͖̽̇ͪ̏̐̌̃ͤ̊̍̇ͥ͛̂ͨ̄͂͟o̸̧̝̣͇̼̹̞̬̱͓̳̲̣̟̩̓ͫ̔ͦͣ̽͗̂̊̈́ͬ̊̈̒̾ͯ ̈́̈́͋̋̉̔̿̊̑͗̉͋̀͌͑͊̿̇̚҉̀͏̜͕̪͇̬̩̼̙̻̤̩͍̪m̡̙̯̹̥̖̼̻ͪͨͭ̋̋ͯ̓̓̊ͩͥ̚͡o̧̡̥̼͉͕̪̫̙͔̞͔̓̎ͮ̆ͭͬ̐̕͠r̴̟̦̼̠ͤ̐̈͛̏͗̔̋̒̋͆̊ͨͩ̆ͤ͘͜͟e̡͍̳̰̩̪͉̦͎͙̜̘̣̬̤̮̠͎̺̔ͫͪ̔͋̓̓̀͆̿̏̑̐̚͝ͅ.̴̞̣͕̥̟̮̉ͪ̈́ͪ̓̚͞͝ ̸̴̛̩̥̠̤̬̦̪̩̹̤̻̦̬͔̫̰͉̰̈́̾ͬ͆͊͊̎̅͂ͯ̃ͤ̎ͧ͛ͬͦ̆͋͘͠ ̷͕̠͖̯̱̯̬ͣͬ̎̾̽̿̔͋ͤ̈͑ͭ̍̄̒̐̀́͡I̧̛̥̞͉͕̓ͤͣ̇̑̿ͮ̉ͧ́ͨ̀͒͋͌̓̐̎͟ ̵̶̛̥̙̙̞͋͌ͯͦ͒͐̆̽ͮ̈̾́f̸̙̖̻̖̠̞̞̼̮ͯͬ͊̇̓̃ͤ͂̉̓ͩ̇͢ë̵̢̨̪̘̱͙̹͙͚̮͙͓̟̤̝̬͓̮͊̐͗͑ͩ̒̑̕͟ͅa̡̮̼̼̫̤͆̓̅ͮ̋ͥ̀͆͢r̷͇̥͓͔̟ͯ̐̍ͯ̓ͦ͛ͧ̃͋͗͡ ̗̫͕̟͎̩̯͖̗͔̦̦̹͔̯̗͛͊̏̀͜ͅn̵̷̡̎ͣ̈̐̎̇͛͐̐ͣ̉͋̂ͦ̔ͩ̔̑͡҉͍̱̹̩̱̼̜̪̪͙̝̲̫̥̩o̶̟̥̜͙̦͖̘̳͓̔͂ͬͦͨ̇̚̕͜͝t̡̑͆̉ͮ̕҉̪̘̰̗̹̱͈̣̪̮͓́ ̷̤͈̦͇͖͈͕̝̖̭̲͚̹̳̖̑ͤͬ̐̉͌̌̿͆ͥ̾̂̄̈ͦ͟͟͞w̴̸̤̱̙͙̜̺̠͙͍̙͎̘̖ͤͬͥ̃̓̈ͨ̓ͩ̏̿̋̾̓͝ͅͅh̥̝̯̘̱̭̦̦̮̑̿̔̀̈́ͬͨ̇̽̅̓̿̃̌̀̚͟͜į͔̣̘̜̤̈̈̀ͥͮͣ̇̾͊̊͂̍ͯ͜͞͞cͫ̎̈́̈́̏̕͏̶̳̜̝̞̪̣̘̫̭̩̝̫̬ͅh̵̬͓͍͖͉͚̹̜̫̠͍͇ͤ̆̋̏͗ͫͤͮ͆͂͒͢͝ͅ ̨͕̫͉̭͚͙̼̻̰͇̜͖̘̤͊̇̈̐͊̄̈́̾̚͘̕ͅi̛͉͓̗̦̣̮̗̎͊ͪͧ͒̌ͣ͋̈́͌ͯ̐̋̍͜͟ͅs̎̓ͨ̈́̀̕҉̜͇̫̼͉͓̟͎̘̪̖̟ ̧̟̦̞̫̳͕̫̳̹͎͉̤̹̱̗̈͐̽̏̎͂́̍̍̂̏̕ͅn̵̤̗̰͓̯̥̼̮̺̰̟̼͍̤̫̬̟̠̂̊͂ͫ̑͝ͅo̶̡̮͔̞̲͈̬̭̩̪̥̫̫̠̻̎ͯ́̿̀͛̈́͒̔̓̅͒͢͝ͅt̸̖̦͙̟̳̰͚̩͎͕̣̹̼̝̜̭̮͆̓ͥ̏͒̆̒̾ͨͧͯ̋ͯ ̨̣̖̱̼̠̞̳͇̻͓̻ͤͨ̑ͯ̉̈ͣ̈́ͩ̋̈́͆̀͜tͥ̿ͬ̈̓̌̍ͭ̀̉̒̌ͨ̽̍ͥ͛̔̚҉̞͎̜͓̼̤͓̠̮ͅḩ̸̷̟͙̠͇̭͖̩ͭͪ͐ͦ͊̅͞ͅe̷̢ͪ̈́̃̊̇͌͒̂͋͛ͦ̐͢͏̛͍̰̬̗͇͓͖̤̬ŗ͑ͥ̃̏̔́̕҉̮̗̩̗̯̩͈̖̳̱̫̲̦ͅȇ̡͛ͧ̏̉̄̄ͦͫ̾̿ͩ̑͡҉̬̤͓̙̱̝̠̜̮̗̱͘ ̸͔̰͙̖̮̹̭͋ͪ̃̔͆ͧ̓̚͝͝ͅb̖̥͖̞͓̞͋̔̊̆̿ͧ͂ͤͫͣ͒͜u̩͈̪̙̘͇̪̰͍̯̼̖͕͍ͮ̋ͫ̃̂̀ͥ̅̌ͪ̓ͭ͋̎̽̐͆̚͟͞ṭ̩̲̯̻̩͓̯̟͓̬̳͎̎͗͌ͭ͗̅̈͛̂͒̕͢͡ͅͅ ̴̩͇̜̙͛̐ͣͪͣͭͯ͂ͫͭͬ͂̐̒̏͆̍̑͞ͅẗ̶͉͈͎̪̦͚̞͉̙̝́ͤ̊̽͗͂͘h̀̔͋ͣ͒ͪͯ̾͋͌ͥ͆̓̈̿ͧ̉̚̕҉̷̰͕̹̫̰͇̖̪̙eͯͥ̋̈̑̈ͤͦ͗̏ͫ̏͋͛ͭ͜҉̬̹͎̖̙͔̣͔̞̰̞͉̼̰ͅ ̸̧͍̟̯͔̼̮͔̻ͧͥͬͮ̿̋͌̒͋̔̅̽̎̒͛̊͛̀̀̚͡f̶̢̜̹̣̮̼̤̦̩͉̪͓̲̣̰̖̅͐ͨͪ͛͂̄ͮ̂̄̓̊́̕͡a̢̜̟̱̠̱̪̥̐̊ͦ̽̂̏͒ͣ̀̽ͯ͌ͨ͌̄̓̐̊̑́͞͝c̵͎̝̠̳̜̻̭̮̹͓̠̞̥͍̮͈̭̯͒̿̋ͮ̆́̽ͯ͊ͫ̈́̽̆̾̈̅̐ͧ̏͢t̨̤͍̤͎͔̩͚̬̬̝̬̝͇͇ͣ̇ͬͮ͡͞ ̓͂͆ͤ҉̛̣͔̖̗̭̠̠͎̣̘̙͠͡t̴̳̭̹̬͔̖̙̥̞͑̈͒͋̍̔̀̈́͞͡h͂́͒̅̓ͩͨ̽̄͐̀͏͏̮̭̝̘͍̰͚̙̳̬̯̪ͅa̢̛̮̗̣̳͉̜̖͙̮͙̫͉͓̥̳͕̳̞͒̎ͭͤ̄̒ͨ̽͑̾ͪ̎̒͘͜t̶͑ͣͪ͛ͦ̿͐ͭ̉͆͊̊̈́ͬͣ̔̇̕͡҉̗͇̳̜̤̫̘̹̗̙̜̭̟͖̗͕̜ͅ ̢́̍̀ͫ҉͙̗̺͙t̯̻͙̱̬̭ͣͥ̍̀͌ͣͪ̽̍̒͂̀ḩ̛͔̖̦̻̩͚͉̙̥̖̗̲̩ͤ̉́̾͋͑͂̓̾̊ͪ̀̂͡ͅè̢͍̭͎̦̫͍̫͔͕ͫͯͤ̈́̑̎̓͂̉̆͒ͥ̓̚͟r̵̼̹͔̗͕̙̬̻̎̿̇̒ͤͣ̒ͤ͂ͩ̌̄̑̚͠ͅęͮ̃͂́̂̏͆ͮͩ̈́͑̑̀ͤ̽̏̄͐ͨ͏͙̻͚̥̹̗̙̙̹̭̣̰̯͓͎̫̘͔̮ ̡̛̓̄ͪ̌̍̒̑̈̚͡͝҉̗̰̭̣̹̝͉̣͉̟͔͇i͙̯̮̫̘̯̫̦̺͉̫͎̐̈̐̒̊̽̎̃ͦ̐̌ͥͫͧͪ̾ͤ͘͝ͅͅs̝͇̬̣̱͖̣̰̟͕̯͔̲̲̼͒͋̓ͮͥ̅̊̓ͪ͐ͯͥ͊̀̃ͣ́̀̚͜͠ ̵̨͓͖̩̜̗̯̟͓̿̀ͣͯ̚͡n̵̯̤͓̞̯͇͓̠̻̠͖̈́͑ͩ̔̂̋͒̑̍ͨ͋̀ͫͪ̈ͪ͋͑̀̚͝͞õͭ̈́ͪ̈́ͨ̀̌͘͢͏̩̜͙̮̦t̷̸̢̘̹̰͍̲̱̤̟̭̩̪͍̳̥͙̟͇ͯ͆̾͂̆ͭ͒ͥ̂͐̿̊̅̎̽̾͂ͬ͢ͅh̴̴̘͔̯͍̝̭̟̻͈͂̑͑̀ͤ̔ͤ́̇̎̓ͧͦ̽ͫͦi̷̧ͭͭ̽̅̀͒̂ͫ͒͏̴͍̰͖̭̖͓̩ͅn̟͕̦̜͖͎̺̹̦̮̣͒͋ͩ̓̀̀͢͡ģ̵̒̇͋̍̋̒̆͂͗̆̓ͨ̒͒̈́̾͝҉̺̝̣̯̗̥̲
͚̖̠͈̅ͮ̈͑̆͑̑̅͡t̨̘͓̼̝͎̩͇̫̭̞͔̻̥̩ͬ̂̽̊̈́ͨ́ͮ̆͆̅͛͊̎ͯͬ̚͟͡h̄ͭ̿̎̽̈̉͊̊ͦ̏̃̅̀͒ͣ̚҉͈̙͙̙̻͇̳̯̘͙̰͈́͘e̷ͨ͑ͪ̚҉̧͉͎͍̫̦̗̭̹̙̕͢r̵̷̷̸͚̞̞̹̼̺͈̱͖̻͉͓͓͇̬̺̈̾ͭ̑͊͂̌ͫ̄ͦ̾̌ͮ͒͘ę̸͔̪͔͉͔͕͖̇̃̑̐̈̒̏ͪ͟͟.ͫ͊̉̅̀͋͌̃͐̋̔̌͂͞͏̴͔̜̟̦͍͍̜̞̰̙̘̭̙̙̱ ̡̢̰̘̫͙͇͉̹̙͚̤͈̰̥̠͈ͨ̈̿͑͐̒̌̽ͦ͂ͬ͐̑̽ͦ̅͑̃́́̚ ̵̸̩̻̬͕͍ͮͮͮ̀͜W̼̞͙͈̤̜̥͖͈̳̦̍ͭ̍ͬ́͆ͨ͆ͫ̈́͆̎͞h̯̼̳̜̣ͩͪ̍̂͊ͬͥ̀̀̇͒̄̌͊̀̀͜͜ͅō̴̩͈̘̩̯͚̫͖̟̘͙͖̳͌̾͊̏̐̉ͨ͆ͧ͗͋̃̒̋̚͘ ̢͖͖̜̣̱͈̹͓͓͍̤̣ͨ̂̊̇́͜dͧͨͦ̏̍̽̀̇͆̍ͪ͗͒̃͂̀҉̢̳̬̝̞͉̬̮͔͕͎̭͙͇͕̘̳͇̪͟͟a̸̛͎̘̞̺̟̠̤̳̜̤̞̖͔̝̪̹̥̻̍̆̄̿̂ͪ̂ͦ̀ͮ͆͊̇͠r̷̛̛̖̭̞̟̭̝̺̱̣̼̤̩͈̜͚͖̻͙ͪͤ͌ͩ͗ͬ̽͆͛͐̀̕ͅe̴̵̷͎̥̦͇̪̓̓̓̄̓͂̃ͥͤͪ̓̏̒̚͘ ͗̓̊ͦͬ̄͊̏ͤͨ҉̷̡͕̭̼̥̬̱̻͇̘̗͝ḻ̷̢̨̟̯̙̤͕͖̩̼̮̹̩͕͈͌̇͌̆̕͜ͅͅi̷̼̹̻̙̱͇̜̥̪̳ͦ̇ͥ̅͗ͨͨ͂̋ͯ̓ș̶̷̺̩̠͕̼̦̺̹̟̹̮̞̈́̒̋̇ͮ̋͆̈̏̋͛̍͑̉́͘t̴̢̯̠̥̳̞̙̦̦͙͈̜̒̽ͫ͑ͫ̍̉ͥ̈̊̿̊̀̂ͣͪ̚e͗͂͋͋̂͐ͬͨͪ́ͭ̉̍͑̑͗̄̚͏̷̱̙̪̮̗̮͈̘̣̜̙̻̞͖͖̕n̷̺̦̪̝̖̹̰̪̬̬̲̦͛ͩͬ̍̑̐̄͂̏ͦ̓͆ͬ̓̏͌̈̋ͤ͡ͅͅs̷̡̥̹̦̪̳̝̟̪͔̙͍͗̃̀ͯͪ̓̊̒́̀ͅ.̵̛̼̤̳̒̐͌͌̓̽͊ͮ̃ͧ̂̾͒͂͜͞͞ ̷̘̲̬̞̤̫̫͉̹̝͈̟͈̩̘̋ͯ̎̀̂̎̊ͪ͒̊̋̾̃ͅ ̸̧͒ͩ̍ͣͣͭ̒̇̍ͬͭ̎͛ͬ̀ͫ̒̂͡͏̮̥̳̮͙͖͓͉͈͖N̴͂ͧ̌̾ͤͤ̈̎̐ͤͪͤ̑̌̐͐̾̄ͤ͡҉̦̞̬̼̠͍̖̼̻̼̫̦̬̪̱̩ͅͅo̲̯̱̖̤̯̮̩̬̥̫̹̤̟̘̙̟͐́́̊ͪ̋̆͒̅̑̂ͥͣ̾̔͢͡ ̨͚̱̭̼͍̩͚͇͚̮ͩ͆ͣ̽ͯ͌͆ͥ̈ͨ͒ͥ͒̔̌̔ͣ͡ͅN̶ͪ̐͊̅ͩ̍ͦ̈̓ͬ̀͏̻͕͖͉̲͔̻̟̙̥̭͕̱̣̬͓O̜̱̗̪͕̜͖͎̭̳͕̹ͤͭͮ̽̀̕̕͡N̸̎ͣ̂̽̐̃ͬͨ̌̎͊̀͟͡҉̣͇͚̰̙̥̠̖͍͉ͅO̡̧̲̱̦̭̞̮͓͚͍̮̞̙̥̣̠̺̓ͯͪ̓!ͫ̒ͦ̉͗ͮ͛̚҉̢͇͚̬̝̲͍͕͖͎̕ͅ ̶̸̖̻̞̜̟͖̫͓̯̻̤̳̠̟̥͈̺͑͋ͯ̔̎̒͋̑͋ͧ̏̍͐̌͌ͩͨ̕͝ ̜͍̻̪̩͓̞̦͔̫̞͚͉͓̯͕̱͈̲̔̾͒́̄ͬ̇͋͑̾̋͗ͧ͢I̷̔́ͯ̄̒͂̈́͂̈̔ͬ̓̍́̚͢͝҉͙̳̼̜͈̥̳̮͕̪̣̹̳̞̫̼ͅ ̵͎̮͍͎̪̠͕̩̥̽ͦͫ̌̃ͯ͡ͅw̃̇̇̂͏̝̯̫̗i̥͓̜͉͐̏̆ͯ̆́͝l̨̨̛ͥ̂ͯͮ̿̿ͫ̾̇̐҉̨͚̫͔͇̳̤̜̼ͅl̇̌ͥ̃͊̾ͭ͐̍̉̉̋҉̴̡̪̯̳̪̬͉͔̳̖̗͕͟͞ ̵͒̃ͣ̐̐ͯ̏͑̋̾̃͏̸͍͙͍͚̟̮͚͕̱̤̠̭͓̺̥͈͠͡n̵̷̶̳͈̝͍̝̦̮̙̟̆͗̊̂̈̐ͤͯ̌̔͛ͅõ̵̶͖͙̺̭̳͙̳̩̪̫͕͍̯̪̟̞ͧ͌̿͐̓͂̽ͦ͐ͯ̔ͥ̓̽ͤ͘͜͞t̋ͪ͐̋ͪ̃͌̀̊̏̾͏̢̟̱̗̤͎̭̦̭̹̳̦̭͍̟͖͇ ̵̢͈̠̼͉ͯͩ͑̊̂͂̔̑ͤ͒ͯ̾͊̀͝s̡̤͕̝͍̖̲͚̗ͥ̊̽̄͐ͬ̎͋͆͠ͅę̷̬̪̱̮͙̭͇͇͔͍͓̙͛ͭ͒ͧ̽̆͊̈̓̓̏̾̉ͤ͢ͅţ̛̟̮̣̪̘̙̬̬̹̞̌̽ͤͨ̑ͪ̓͘͠t̡̑̅̊ͯ̓̂ͧ̄̅̈ͥ̒ͥ̌ͩ̃̄͆҉̺̗͎̰̞͚̥̺͉̳͎̪͇͙͉l͋̋̒̎͗̎̇ͥ̈́̀͛̏̽̉́ͮ̾̐̕͏͏̥̫̺͍͍̗̱̺̠͕ȩ̛̝̰̳̠̭̤̰̦͕͇̄̆͌͋́́ ̤͈̤̣̱͚̯͚̰͈̻̔͆ͥͣ̔ͮ̐ͥ̽̄ͪ̋̽ͣ̈̈́̐͊͜t̴̷ͯ̉͋ͧ̂͐̂ͩ̾ͤ̚͘҉͔̰̳̺̭̰̜̗h͆ͮ̃́ͬ͢҉̠̜̹͇̘̥̩͖̪͇͉̗̯͕̤̣̗̜͘͟ḛ̷̡̢̙͉̮̪̗̯͎̍ͤ̅̌̕r̨̹͓͍̘̥̮͚͚̰̖̜̬̳̔̋̈́̔̌́ͩ̈̿̒̔̈ͪ̎͗̒̀̉̅̀͜͠͞e̵̡͖̼̼̙̫͇̝̜͇̠̪̠̘̗̔ͬͭ̔ͯ́̆̎͜͠ͅ ̵̛̻̭̟͙̫̜͇̾͌̊̉ͥͩ͘ẃ͚͖͕̠̥ͩ̂̽̂́̚͠ͅi̓̃͑͊̀͐̑͋̔ͪ̈ͣ̈́̚͏̛͞҉̣͕̰̘̟̰̩̱̯͓͚̝̭̰l̗͉͔̱̖͔̰͎͖͔̩̮ͩ̈̾ͧ̋̀͟͡l̬̹̞̳̥̭͇͉͕͉̈́̃̅ͧ̋̅ͭ̕͘͞͡ͅͅ ̘͕̩̘͚̯̬͐ͭ̑̎͒̀̈̊̂̈ͬ̈̿ͦ̂̊̀̕b̵̳̳̘̙̱̲̝̝̼̊͋ͬ̎̉̓ͦ̿̐ͫ͑ͩͦͣ̕e̷̶̱͎̘̖̟̔ͬ̂ͭ̓̋̄͠ ̶͖͓̞̙̝̲͓̦͑̅͂̽̊̓͛̽ͦ̔ͤͤ̆͞n͈̺̻̲̘̹̳͆ͫͬ̃͋ͬ͊ͬ̒ͤ̀o̧̳͈̘̰̼̱͊̏̏̓̔̓̀͢͜ ̷̡̡͇͖̗̪̜̘̺̟̤͍̞̱̂ͯ́̃ͬ͛̑̉̒͋̀ͬͯ̚̕m̶͖̫̩͔̱̈́͊̈́̿͋̑ͨ́́͜ͅo̷̢̢̲͚̫̯͗͑̿̎ͤ͐̀̈̂ͬ̈́͒̀̆͋͋̌r̵̼̥̪̻̮͕̩̤̣̉ͬ̇ͪ́̄̃̔͒̓̚͟͞͠ę̲̫͎͍̳̙͔̖̤̼̣̲͓̈́͛̊ͥͥ̂͢͞,̵̴̹͖̲̠͕̝̻̰̺̳͙̜̲̥͈̠ͯ͐̃͋̍͂ͨͮ͗̉́͜͡ͅ
̴͉̠̩̮̟̣͍̣̩̫͔͐̏̌̀̉̔ͯͪ̈́̃̌̃̃ͣͮ̄͗̒̉̕o̡̰͓͙͈̲͚̞̜̝̰͇̞̭͂̌̽͛̐͆́͘r̫̱͇͕̫͈̪͖͉͕̥̳͙͇̍̈́̊̎̏͂̉ͫ̆̃̂͆̄̓̏̃̔͜͠ ̨̛̘̹̞̹̖͕̣̩̪̘͔̮̺ͥ͐̓̑̒ͫ͂̽̍ͨ͛͋̊̓̚͟n̸̴̵̻̯̠͔̜͓̥̰̐̽ͪͣ̀̆̽̏̌̑́̏͊ͬ̑͜o̷̰̞͔̲̫̳͍̳̪̜̱͂͋ͥ̑̽̆̎́͢ ̴̜͕͚̖̫̋ͮ̎̑̎̊ͫͤ̀͐̑̇̇́l̥͕̣͇̞͉̀̆ͥͩ͊ͯ̑̔ͥ̎̓ͤ̓ͧͯ̉́́̕͝͠e̵͓̤̬̭͒ͭ̐͂͊ͩ͐ͮ̌ͬͫͨ̊ͪ͂̕s̷̸̛̥̝̩̿̄ͯ͑̌ͣ̔ͦ͋̆͐͆ͬͧ̎͠sͯͧͬ̒͋̂̾̈́́̐͑̄ͫ̔̄ͭͨ͂ͩ̕҉̧̜̝͕͙͕̳͖̩.̨̡̂̎̂͂̀͊̈́̊̾̿ͯ͢͜͏̮͍̩̝̰̥̮̺͇̝̳̥͖̱ ̡͔̜͙͇̟͓̪̰̩̹͎̮͛ͪͮ̽̀̈̋͛ͧ ̸̧̭͖̙̥̳̗͔̱͎̬͉̹̦̟͔̭̩͈̥̇͌̓̐ͫ́̈͂̑̆ͤ̽ͪ̋̈́̽ͮͥͪ̀͘͢T̛̟̬͖̪͓͖͕̟͈̯͓͊̂̇̅̃̓̽̃̄̋̑̽ͬ̚͟͢͟͞h̸̪̙̺͚̠̹̘̆͐ͪ̂̈ͫ̉̿̊̔̂ͬ͂ͮ̊ͭ̅ͫͯẹ̸͕̜̺̲̼͙̺̜̱̙́̇͂͒͘͡͠ ͉̘̳͚̲͖̝̿͂̓̅ͤ͂ͤ̽́͢o̍͒̂ͤ̇ͮ͌҉́͠͏̷̙̼͓̤͍͕͇̲̱̳̥̬̬̯͇̣̪̬͉t̫̻͔̠̭͓͓̤ͤ͛̆̿̈̏͒̀͢͡hͩ̑ͥ̌͒̊̒ͫ̍̄̆̀̚͠͏̪̯͙̫̠̪̥͜ę̙̦͖͉̺̱̲̬͈̮̦͍͔̗̺̿͗ͧͮ̎̐ͩ͗̂͐̑̈̂ͫ̊́͝r̴̴̡͙̪̺̟͉̼̽̈ͧ̾ͦ̚͡ ̴̵͍̞̮̱̥͙̦͋́͛̍̈̓̋̀a̴̬̪͉̺̠̪̥͙͑̀̽̽͞pͩ̉ͭ̂ͨ̚͘҉̴͈̮̮̰͉̹̻̙̭́͡ͅṗ̷̭̘͇͖͔̦̘̳͚͉͎̗̗͓͒̂̉̈́̂ͥ͂̊ͤ͋̐͌̋̿͂r̭̦̙̗͈̥͓͕̗̂ͤ͊̉̂͒̃ͧͪ̂ͫͦ̊̊ͮ̀̚͜o͈̙̠̯͎̦͔̪̝̘̤̼ͯ̄͋ͮ̽̂͒̉ͮ̆͒ͦ̇̇̕ͅa̮͔̪̳̱͉̞͓͙͕̥̥͖̝͙̭͙̗̅ͭ̐̾ͭͮ̀͟͞͠c͖̖̲͎̻̉͌̇̐̏ͣ̓̑́́̕͢͝h̘͍̠̼̲͎̳͈̤̠̝̹̫̥̳̦͛̽̈̿ͥ̄́͛̋͐̒͐̈́̎̍̒̄́e̵̴̩͖̣̖͉̖̔ͥͬ̽̔ͮ͑̌̏̾ͦ̆̉̈́ͬ́̀͜s̷̎ͣ̒̈͌̌͟҉̣͉͓̳.̝̜̼̹͒̀̎͒͛̓̎͛̓ͩͣ͌͂̍̉̋̄ͤ̑̀͜ ̵̢̛̻̫̠͙͍̙̹̹̦͓͔̰̊̊͋̆͝ ͓̖͚̹̜̙̖͖̮̗͓̩̔̊͑̋̄̓̆̕͟I̢̨̳͍̫̪̜̝̼͙͔̪̙̯̙ͫͦͯ͑̽̅͌̅̈̊ͦ̚͞ ̢̖̤̱̤̯̤͚̤͖̖͙̮̠͈̜̹̹̈̃ͪ̎ͯ̽ͮ̓̑̽͑ͯ͒̌̊ͪ̕͢h̸̢̦̠͔̙͎̮̠̘̙̺̝̻̻̥̬̱̤́̾̌ͥ̒̓ͤ̿̄͟ͅa̧̗̹̗̱̤̫̤̾̓ͭͦ͆ͨ̉̓ͦ̏ͦ́͠v̸̧͍̻̪͓͎̜̣̂ͬͤͦ͑ͫͨ̽̂̉͌́̚e̵͖͈̻͖̝͐ͯ̌̅ͥ̀̕͞ ̢̠̘͉͔̭̰͈͇͈̜͎̳̱̗̫̼̂̽̎̌̋ͬ̀̋́́͆ͮ̈́ͤ͊ͦͫ̀̀͞ͅơ̡͋̀́̑ͤ̊ͪ̔̿̓ͮ̏̓̿͛̆͗ͧ̓҉̵̹͙̤̥̟̜͓̭͎̥̙̹̰̯̗͟ͅͅt̴̷̪̲̙͚͋̒́ͮ͋ͭ̓ͬ̉ͯ̚͜͜ͅhͫͩ̽̍͐̾̄ͩ̚͏̷̸͇̳͈͎͚͙̠̞͖̫̖͢ȩ̡̣̱̺̦͈̤̎ͧͨ̐̋ͦͯ̌̅̒ͭ͜͜rͪ̄͛̓̅͗̃̿̿ͧ̀́҉̞͇̥̮̤͙̰̜̞̹̗ ̸̶ͯͬ̏͊ͥͤ͛̏̀̓͘҉̴͍̭̯͕̯̺̟͍͎̞̼̥ͅt̨̡̬͉̰͈̝͔͎̬̮̟̗̲̼͉̲͕͕̪̎̒ͩͪ̋̅̈ͯ̈́̿͛ͥ̈́͊̎̃ͯ͋͐́͢ḩ̴̡͖͕̬̝͓̖̯̦̩͇͔͍̹̖ͤͣͤͬ͛̃̽̂̐̀ͨ̚į̪̠̼̝͈͚̜̪͈̮̜̥̄̽͐ͣ̕͞͡n̴̻̲̪̱̘͕̣̎̾̑͛̏͂̀̒ͦ̆̏̐ͯͭ̎̚͠ͅg̥͖̭͙̘͈̬͖͌ͨ̔̓̆̂̃̈́̿͋̊͑̔͂̇͡͡ͅͅş̯͎͕̩̗̜̜̜̙̩̳̮̙͌̔̆ͥ͑͗͛̐ͭ̊ͮ́.̴̨̛͇̳̹̥͈̪̞̥̝̠̾̄ͨͪ͛͌̋̆̀͟ ̸̢̰͖̭̺͚̮̟̦͍̯̰̞͉̻̈̆͆̃̾̿̓̒̄͢ ̴̮̟͚̟̞͓͖̬̱̰̓̍̇ͫͩ̌͐͛̽͋̂͛ͩͭ̔̄̋́͘͟͞A̸̋͊͌ͬ̉ͦͪͯͯ͏̡̼͈͖͕̩͉͓̹͖͘͜t̸̡̯͈̭ͩ̇ͤ̾̍͗̓͂̽̒̄̿̌ͧ̑͑ͅt̵̷̵̠̠͓̦͚͇̭͎̞̟̬̼͇̻̻́̇̋̂̾̔ͨͪ͒͗̋̿̉̓̋̿͐̈́ͨ́͝ͅą̷̜͓̫͉̫̝̥̘̻͉͕̗͇͙̃ͦ̃̽ͨ̓͝ͅc͊ͦ̌̂ͦͦ̍̓̐͋̀͌͞͠҉͏͖̻̣̙̭̘͕̩̰̤̲̩ͅk̴̲̦͔͈̼̰̠̪̘̱͓̪̬̈́̍̅͂́͟ ̧̡͎̰̞͖̦̪͚̘̼̮͇̝̙̜͓͈̹̮̐ͯ̃̂͒̆̿͐̔́͒͑ͧ̚̕f̹͔͎͎̟̣ͣ͛ͩ̏͊͑ͯͭͥ̊ͣ͗ͭ̔͆͌ͪ̓͝͞r̟̩͇͕̼̘̱̹͖̪̜̼̥̖̹̒͑̎ͧ͒̋͆̿ͧ̈̀̒̓̎̒̀̚ǫ̷̓͛̇̄̕҉͚͕̼͖̖͖̥͉̫͎̰̖̼̖͇̼͘ͅͅͅm̶̜̙̟͓̘̌̈́̏̆͂ͩ͢ ͂ͨ̿ͭ̇̿ͩ͗͗ͤ͒̓̋̽̚̚͏̸̭͉͉̣̤̯̬͡o̶͚̬̣̼͑ͮͬ͐͒̕͟͞͠uͩ͗ͩͪ͑̏͋͑̌̈̔̄͑ͦ͏̧̪̪̩ͅt͛͛̑̾̈́̾̅͘͝͏̢̜̠͖̮͚̺̯͚̼̰̰̲̫͉̺̥̝̩̣͢s̉ͬ̂̈́̌ͧͬͤ̀ͮ͊ͣͥ́ͤͥͩ̿͏̡͡͏̧͙̹͎̟̹̘̹̖̻̖̹ͅi̵ͬ͋ͪͭͨ̐͛̋҉̲̬̠̰̦̘̝̺̞̠̬̣̬̳̺̤̹̲d̴̨̨̹͔̳̖͔̝͇͙̣̂ͮ̋̇ͤ̓ͦ͛̿̉͒̄ͭ̌͛̿̚̚̕è̵͙̥̗͙̈́̎͛́ͬ̍̑̈́͝.̨̝̪̲̅̂̃̎ͫ̆̇̈͂ͨ̈ͨ͟͠͡ͅ
̴ͣ̑͂ͣ͆͛̀̚̚҉͖̭͍̘̰̩͙̪̞̲̰̼͚̟I̷̭͓̺̤̻̲̣͉̘͕͕͓͙̜ͣ̎ͫͫ͛̽̌̇̀̚͟͡n̨̛̠̯͖͙͙͈͉̼͔͉̠̻̺̼̼̙̩̘͊̉̐̾̒͐̌̀́̇ͪ̑́͒ţ̴̴͉͉͙͉̝͈̘̳̦̹͍̱ͨ̿ͮ̈̈ͣͮ͌̆̃̈ͦͫ́̚i̵͛̐ͨ̍̏̿͊͟҉͎̜̦͍̱̭̮̺͍͉͙̙ͅg̳̫̙͍̯͔̞͈̣̬̘̯͎̼̞͙ͥ̇ͪ͑͗ͨ̉͌̽̈͆ͩ̽́͠r̵̶̡̧̞͍̝̪͓̺̗̪̮̠̯̭̞̦̭ͩͦ͋̇͆̓̃̾̆̓͌̄͂̍ą̵̛̜̖̯̼̯̹ͩ͋ͧ̿̿̈̈́̍̇́̎̉ͩ́̋ͮͫ̚͞t̛̮̝̮͖͈ͤ̐̐͌ͤ͑̒́̕͟ͅï̳͖̹̤͇͖̼̘͓̱̮͎͔͔̟̥̼ͯ̒̊̋ͪ̀͝͡oͨ̉̓ͨ̏̒̒̎ͤͨ̃̋ͥ͐̀҉̴͏̩̞̼̻̖͇̟̻̦͕̀ͅn̢̺̤͍̳̤̼̭̖̯͔̤̣̩͓ͨ̓̏ͤͣ̂̓ͫ̍ͅ ̸̡̛͍̞̜̖̦͖̘̻̤̖̱͖̯̭̰̘͕̬͇̔̀̚̚̕͡o͆ͭͭ̉̓̊ͬ̽ͬ҉̴̪̞̘͕͚̝̤̀͞͞f̧̛̛̪̣̮̳͕̥̯͓͔̆̋̈͐̐͗͆ͦ̏͗̔̐̓̔͢͝ͅͅ ̨̱̠̗̥̻̭̻͈͕̫̇͋ͣ̈́ͣ̋ͭ̋̾̃̑̃̀̀̍͢͠s̀̌͌͐ͫ҉̗̣̞̟̣̼͔̞̙̻͙̜̲̩̫̹̘͙̮͜h̷̆ͥ͋͊ͥ̂̊ͬ͌̆͂̊͠͝͏̶̯̗̪̜ȁ̡̇ͮ͋ͤ̅ͧ̓҉͏͚͖͔̞͘d͑̌̀ͪͫͨ͏̵̨̤̭͖̙̘̹̤͙̳̜̥͎̝̳͕͍́͞o̶͊̃̔ͦ͌̏͊̔̓̎̔̓̾̅̏̽҉̗̲̞̖̺͎̲̹w̴̡̡̟̘̺̮̙͎̳̲̦̺͖̃ͬͧͭ͋̄͋͑̾̚͠.̵͎̥͕̻̘̞̩̯̼̩̩̭̱͇̲̼͚̦͙ͨ̋ͪ̒̋̔ͭͣ́̒́͝ ̶͔̳͖̯͙̥̟͒̅̄̆̊̏̀̇̒ͣ͆͑͘͟ ̴̧̯̺̩̹̺̳̘͇̮̝̭͓̹̻̋̄̐ͧ͗̽ͯ̕͠Ŵ̷̧̪̗͔̝̳̥̂̉̎̓ẖ̜̠̦̼̳͓̙̺͎̖͚̻̼͕̩̖͚͓̅ͧ̇̽͆͊͗͗ͦ̉̔̄̓̓ͬ̋̃̓͜͡a̬̝̗̘̥͇̦̞̣̬̮̔͋͒̐ͣ̒͊͐̓ͪͮ͑͘̕͟͡ͅṱ̨̡̧̖͕̠̮̻̳̞̪͓͆̓͒ͣ̽͂̃ͯ͋́͠ͅ ̷̛͉̩͍͖̙̀ͯ̈́͌̐͟͠d͚̘̗̲̣̯̝̘̘̘̱̫̄͆̈̆͋̆ͭ̆̽͛̉͜͟ͅö̢͌̇̾ͣ̉̂͐̉̆̒ͥͮ͒͗̚͏̯̭̟̟̠̥̰̙̪͔̦̣̝̹ȅ̀̀̓̉̕҉̴͈̹͖͎͘͞s̷̘̳̗͔̘̖͕̲̣̩̮͎̭͔͍̰̎ͤͫ̐̂ͪ ̸̸͎̝̮̳̳͉͓̮̗͒̄̚ṭ̨͍̫͉͙̼̘̓͗͂̒ͮͦͨ̾ͧ̅̏̐͌ͩͩḩ̼͓̭͔̮͚̻͉͖̲͓̲̈́̔͛͛̌͂̌ͭ̃͟͢ͅị̶̷͈͎͔̺̲̫̫͙͔̮̙̙͉̓͊̈̂̈͆ͦ̎͑̃̏̉̊s̠͍̭̮͍͓̱̯̫͖ͣ̈͋͐ͦ̓̑͂̈ͥ̍̏̐̅͜͠͞ͅ ̟̞̮͔͓̱̻̗̞̟̮ͨ͌ͦ̀̄ͩͭ͐̍̀͘̕͝ͅm̧̡̛͉͔̪̱̔ͭ̈́̇̏͆̉̐̾̚̚ě̷̟͔̖̫̱͇̱͇̜̜̞͙͍̱ͯͩ̄̀̓ǎ̧̅̑̓̓̌̅̇ͤͭ͗ͫ̔̈́͞͡҉̩͎̦̮̺̻̞̳̺̮͖̠̞͇̘ņ̧̛̛͚͓̱̌̇̋̓̚Q

[Toatapio Nuva]

OOC: Viima is a Matoran.

 

IC Viima

(Le-Koro, Kaama's bar):

 

"A Toa of Gravity with a Volitak", Viima said. "I doubt there's been a lot of those in the past hour. He was here very recently and we want to know why."

[Voxumo]

IC: Chivinix

 

Chivinix crossed his arms over his chest as he stood behind Viima seeming to consider the establishment they were in. However he was already getting looks from some of the individuals so he tapped his foot impatiently

[Jakura Nuva]

OOC: Viima is a Matoran.

 

IC Viima

(Le-Koro, Kaama's bar):

 

"A Toa of Gravity with a Volitak", Viima said. "I doubt there's been a lot of those in the past hour. He was here very recently and we want to know why."

IC: Kaama

 

"Oh - oh, o-of course! Oh, heck of a guy, that Varan; quiet, but sincere! Oh, he just sort of... uh, ordered a drink, and kind of just - hung around, heh."

It,of course, sounded ridiculous, but Kaama was not much of a story teller.

[Toatapio Nuva]

IC Viima

(Le-Koro, Kaama's bar):

 

Viima was not a smart Matoran. Clever sometimes, and really persistent, but not that smart. But even he could see that Kaama was lying... or rather, twisting the truth.

 

"Varan, eh?" he said. "Well, he just attacked me and Zeth out there a while ago. And he was carrying something when he left this bar, not when he entered. What did he buy?"

[Jakura Nuva]

IC: Kaama

 

Now Kaama really did draw a blank. "Uh... he - traded it with someone in here for something else. A sort of - meeting thing."

[Toatapio Nuva]

IC Viima

(Le-Koro, Kaama's bar):

 

Viima raised an eyebrow. "Alright then, I hope you don't mind if we look around a bit. We're trying to find clues as to where he went and what he wants", Viima said, turning to Chivinix. "Let's find something for you to sniff."

[Voxumo]

IC: Chivinix

 

Chivinix shot Viima a look while one of his hands flexed cracking what could be best described as knuckles

"Anything he touched will do..

[Jakura Nuva]

IC Viima

(Le-Koro, Kaama's bar):

 

Viima raised an eyebrow. "Alright then, I hope you don't mind if we look around a bit. We're trying to find clues as to where he went and what he wants", Viima said, turning to Chivinix. "Let's find something for you to sniff."

IC: Kaama

 

"Uh - uh, sure! Search all you like!"

[Geardirector]

OOC: The Gray Phantom from Onu-Wahi

 

IC: 'Gray' (Fau Swamp)

 

She faded back into view of the naked eye as she skid to a halt in the middle of the underbrush, her light footing saving her from tripping and falling over. She remained still for a while as she paused to recollect herself after her strenuous sprint.

 

Crickets chirped, leaves rustled, branches creaked and wings beat and buzzed. She took a few steady breaths as she rose to her full height, her gray form almost merging with the foggy streamers that surrounded her.

 

She began walking.

[Toatapio Nuva]

IC Viima

(Le-Koro, Kaama's bar):

 

"Can you point us to anything that was in physical contact with Varan?" Viime asked Kaama.

[ARROW404]

IC: The recluse

The wild Toa roamed the boughs of Le-Wahi's tall trees. The peace of the jungle somehow always set his blood pumping. The cries of Brakas, the calls of Kahu, they were a part of him that he could never part with, as natural as the glow of his heartlight.

 

Something out of place caught his eye. A Toa, probably of Sonics judging by the color, walked along the forest floor, far from any cleared paths. The Toa considered ignoring it, but decided to at least watch for a little while. He stopped his wandering and perched himself high above the Toa, observing silently.

[Geardirector]

IC: 'Gray' (Fau Swamp)

 

She stood at the edge of a small clearing, seemingly surveying the surroundings, but a quick look at her face would've informed an observer that her eyes were closed. But being a Toa of Sonics, it was easy to guess what sense she was using instead.

 

And she was in fact using her ears, listening through the powerful natural ambience for the noises beyond, noises that other ears never would have been able to pick up, literally coming from several mio away.

 

Weakly, at the edge of audible comprehension, she could make out the buzz of Le-Koro; of civilization, of the world she was no longer a part of.

 

She dulled the noise a little with her powers as she used them to produce a twittering chirp that emanated through the canopy. She swiftly got several chirps in response, and she threw herself into a frenzied conversation with her winged fellows, a quick stream of clicks and whistles flitting back and forth.

[ARROW404]

IC: The recluse

The Toa of Plantlife watched the other Toa, captivated by the spectacle. Here was a Toa that was one with nature...

 

Extending vines from his wrists, he lowered himself gently to the forest floor.

[Geardirector]

IC: 'Gray' (Fau Swamp)

 

She heard the weak rustle of snaking vines, and turned to see another Toa lower himself to the ground before her. Her first instinct was to run away, and she almost did, but she noticed his wooden armor, and his rugged appearance, and very quickly she realized what kind of man stood before her; here was another that had turned away from civilization, taking to the wilderness. He was an outcast, like her.

 

She turned to face him fully, offering him a court nod.

[ARROW404]

IC: The recluse

The nod was returned. He stood still for a moment before taking two steps closer and sitting down on the ground. He motioned for her to continue with her conversation.

Edited February 21, 2014 by Mj. Spoilers

[Voxumo]

OOC: Vrina from Po-koro, In all her drunken goodness

 

IC: Vrina

 

Despite being drunk off her backside Vrina had managed to make her way to Le-koro and to the actual village platforms. Now as she meandered through the koro streets, occasionally bumping into matoran and toa alike, she seemed intent on one location; Colx's Gym. So despite her drunken state she made her way to his gym and banged on the front door while slouching against it

"Colx! Get your big spiny backside out here and let me in!" There was a definite slur to her words

 

She shouted as she practically leaned against the door since it was the only thing keeping her up.

 

OOC: Hope that was too your liking Gear.

Edited February 22, 2014 by Voxumo

[Jakura Nuva]

IC Viima

(Le-Koro, Kaama's bar):

 

"Can you point us to anything that was in physical contact with Varan?" Viime asked Kaama.

IC: Kaama

 

Kaama gulped. This was getting out of hand.

"I'm afraid the only thing he touched that is still in this bar is the glass he used - and I've already washed it."

Edited February 22, 2014 by Bioni-Man

[Geardirector]

OOC: Commencing character retcon.

 

@Vox Yes, it was

 

IC: Colx (Le-Koro Fitness Center)

 

Colx's pipe was knocked out of his startled hand upon his hearing the unexpected banging on his door. For a second or two he stared with extreme irritation at the door, but it faded after he heard the drunken yell, for he recognized the voice.

 

"Well, Irnakk spank me if I'm wrong, but I believe I just got a drunk ex-sculptor on my hands"

 

Colx threw a quick look at himself in a mirror, judging the addition of his re-lit pipe a suitable attire, and made his way to the door.

 

He opened it to see Vrina come practically falling at him, now that the door was no longer supporting her. He caught her in his arms almost on reflex, smiling a little.

 

"So," he asked, "how's my favorite Kru-Toa this fine evening?"

Edited February 22, 2014 by Geardirector

[Toatapio Nuva]

IC Viima

(Le-Koro, Kaama's bar):

 

"Where did he sit?"

[Jakura Nuva]

IC: Kaama

 

And now he asked it. Kaama knew it was coming, but he had hoped to pass over it. Now Varan would be found, and Kaama would be punished.

"O-over there." He lowered his head. But then, he sneered to himself. They would indeed find Varan...but that doesn't mean they would get him alive.

 

IC: Varan

 

Varan finished his climb, emerging through the voliage and into a large clearing of Le-Koro. He saw no other Matoran around, which was good. The village was indeed large, but talk spread fast among the Le-Matoran. He would have to remain elusive.

Varan fully activated his mask, allowing him to disappear, his breathing becoming silent as well. The only indication of him being there was his shadow; however, with all of the overhanging foliage, it blended right in with the shadows of the leaves, and any normal person wouldn't know the difference.

And so, he began his trek back to the bar.

[Geardirector]

IC: 'Gray' (Fau Swamp)

 

She nodded slowly, sending a careful chirp or two into the canopy again, botching the presentation a little. She felt a lot less uneasy around this Toa than others she'd met, but it was still uncomfortable having him watch her like that.

[ARROW404]

IC: the recluse

He closed his eyes and listened. Her chirps were virtually indistinguishable from the natural ones, an admirable reproduction. Taking a deep breath, he began to meditate. Contrary to the phantom's feelings, the knowledge of having another similar Toa nearby made the Toa of Plantlife feel at peace.

[Geardirector]

IC: 'Gray' (Fau Swamp)

 

Her strong hearing caught onto his steady breath; sure, methodical, and she turned to see him sitting there meditating, even as she kept up a rather interesting conversation with a Gukko (they were remarkably intelligent, she had learned), she turned to study him closer, her sharp eyes taking everything in.

 

It was clear immediately that he was a product of the environment; the wooden armor, the stained attire, his radiating aura of unity with his surroundings, here was one that knew the forest better than she, this was his home.

 

She slowly started growing more relaxed.

[Onaku]

OOC: Aidrak and Saedrak from Po-Wahi

 

IC: Aidrak & Saedrak

 

Rumbling could be heard from within a cliffside in the forest of Le-Wahi. Suddenly, the cliffside exploded open, revealing a long tunnel winding into the earth, and two skakdi. The skakdi duo proceeded to Le-Koro, where they stopped by the Le-Koro inn for refreshments.

 

"Say, didn't we see that drunk toa back there in Po-koro?" Saedrak said in his usual, inexpressive tone.

 

"I wouldn't worry about it." Aidrak replied. "Let's just get something to eat. I'm starving."

 

OOC: The duo is open for interaction

Edited February 22, 2014 by Toa Onaku

[Voxumo]

IC: Vrina

 

Vrina was caught off guard by the door opening as sudden as it did but even more surprised when Colx managed to catch her. However she now looked up at Colx with her eyes a bit hazy as she spoke slowly

"You know other Kru-toa? Dang and I dun thought i was special.."

However she merely tried to find her feet yet they seemed a bit to wobbly for her own good

"Eh.. My legs are like noodles.. All loosey woosey.. But this toa is drunk and has a hankering for information."

[Geardirector]

IC: Colx (Le-Koro Fitness Center)

 

"Actually I don't so you're both my favorite and least favorite Kru-Toa all at once. Ain't that special?" Colx responded with a bitter chuckle as he helped Vrina inside and let her down in an armchair.

 

"Alright," he said as he sat down opposite of her, "try to get a hold on that swimmy mind of yours for a second or two, will you, hun? What information are you after?"

 

As strange as this was, Colx couldn't help but enjoy himself at least a little, he'd expected Vrina's return to be when she'd demand he returned the favor he owed her, this was a different situation to be sure.

[Voxumo]

IC: Vrina

 

Vrina placed a hand over her mask as she seemed to try and steady her hand

"Oh.. Never shall i drink in Po-koro again.. Never.."

With a sigh she leaned back in her chair

"So is Melna more than a friend?"

[Geardirector]

IC: Colx (Le-Koro Fitness Center)

 

Colx was silent for a long time as he pondered the implications of Vrina's question, eventually settling with a knowing smirk.

 

"So, you've met her," he began, "It's a miracle you survived if you told her how we know each other"

 

"But to answer your question; both yes and no, kinda. See, she's a bit like the little sister I never knew I had. Me, Helios and Melna, we've only really got each other, there hasn't been anyone else, and it never would have been without Melna, she's our life, the glue, and I do not fancy her"

[Voxumo]

IC: Vrina

 

Vrina leans forward and jabs a finger at Colx's chest as she says accusingly

"You know.. I.. I.. I'd think you would be the type who would kiss and tell.. But apparently not. I felt stupid when i mentioned I spent the night with you.. Apparently you dun left that part out with Melna in the letter you sent."

 

She leaned forward a bit more as her head drooped and her finger bent a bit against Colx's chest

"But good to hear you don't fancy her.. Wouldn't want to have stepped on some other woman's claim."

[Geardirector]

IC: Colx (Le-Koro Fitness Center)

 

"Melna's not my type. Good looking, sure, but I would never be able to deal with that hyper attitude, so then I became her trainer instead, that way I get to yell at her with none of the repercussions" Colx remarked.

 

"And as for our little moonlight rendezvous, I didn't think that was the smartest thing to boast about to my students, they're the ones who are supposed to be living life here"

 

"And while it's nice to know you're not upset, I get the feeling you're not finished just yet. Am I right?"

[ARROW404]

IC: The recluse

When he had finished his meditation, he opened his eyes, but remained seated, not wanting to disturb this admittedly fascinating Toa. Her power was not of nature like his, yet she used it to commune with Rahi all the same. Though his mask remained impassive, his eyes burned with interest.

[Geardirector]

IC: Colx (Le-Koro Fitness Center)

 

"Darnit all to Karzahni Colx, what are you doing?" a voice buzzed in the Skakdi's head as he delicately reclined Vrina back into her chair to prevent her from falling over.

 

"She just all but admitted that she's into you, and here you're acting like that's not important. GO FOR IT you moron"

 

"Look, Vrina, you're drunk, and not completely awake either, I think you should get some sleep, we can talk more tomorrow"

 

"That was the old me," Colx replied to the voice in his head, "this Colx does things a little differently"

 

IC: 'Gray' (Fau Swamp)

 

She finished her conversation with the birds on a triumphant note with a joke, and turned towards the Bo-Toa who was sitting there. Like before, when she spoke it was without her lips visibly moving, and the voice sounded artificial, flat.

 

"H... hello"

[ARROW404]

IC: the recluse

The bark he wore creaked as he stood up. He offered a distinct, respectful nod to the Toa in his presence. He looked up at the bird she had been talking with and then back to her, tilting his head inquisitively. The question could be interpreted a number of ways, but he was just curious in general, so any answer would do.

[Geardirector]

IC: 'Gray' (Fau Swamp)

 

"I have learned the language of the birds... for they do not hate me like the people do" she muttered.