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IC: Sylah's eyes narrowed slightly, as she let go of Petram's mask. "So...you two are sharing the body are you? How very odd indeed. Well then, what is it you wanted to tell me-us?"
"I think he wanted to give you all the letters, to see your reaction...like he's watching some kind of play..." He takes off the hau he's wearing. "It's like he said...Glacies' final testimonies."
Come! Come and listen, my friends. Listen as I regale you with the next chapter in the legend of the Bionicle.
She looks away, both hands clutching at her heart. A horrible sense of familiarity flooded the hybrid, and her eyes cast down towards the ground. She held out one hand, without looking at Petram. "Give me the letter."
"We're Toa. Nature is our weapon." - Rahzahkea
"You. No matter what spell you were under, this was your doing. Remember that". - K̞͍̗͚̘a̶g̰̥e̳̦̞̝̻̕
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She looks away, both hands clutching at her heart. A horrible sense of familiarity flooded the hybrid, and her eyes cast down towards the ground. She held out one hand, without looking at Petram. "Give me the letter."
Petram hands it to her.
Come! Come and listen, my friends. Listen as I regale you with the next chapter in the legend of the Bionicle.
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Species: Human. I'm pretty certain of that. Kanohi: Kanohi Bluglass, Mask of Anti-Glare Prescription Glasses Weapons and Equipment: Equipment: Flat caps. A wallet. A driving permit.
Weapons: I have an awesome katana on my wall.
IC Shadus: Shadus opens the letter, sans words, and reads it.
It reads: Hey Shadus. If you're reading this, then that spear killed me. KARZ! I have to keep this short. Stay frosty my friend. Your rage makes you powerful, but it can get you killed and can make you unreasonable. Believe me, I've seen it in my travels. Just keep your eyes on the prize, and keep that supersword sharp. You and Sylah--I like that. You guys are nice together. Now this sounds rude, but I don't want to see you for a long time, because that would mean you've died. So just remember to observe the enemy a bit before you go boss on them--then you can wreck with finesse, which is safer. Do it for me. And don't hurt Petram! --Glacies
Come! Come and listen, my friends. Listen as I regale you with the next chapter in the legend of the Bionicle.
IC: Sylah reads the letter, eyes glistening in the dim morning light. She to use on just reading and not letting herself feel any pain or anger. That could come later.
IC: Rahzahkea steps forward, sword drawn and eyes fierce. But the fire in them turns odd, sad but with something akin to understanding in them. He sheathes his sword and puts a hand on Petram's shoulder, head bowed slightly. "He was a friend to you as well. A brother. I'm sorry."
The Psi-Toa remembered the island still, and his own pain having failed there. Petram, at least the good part of him, would undoubtedly be suffering as well, and Rahzahkea understood. He removed his hand gently and held out the letter, reading thru silently.
"We're Toa. Nature is our weapon." - Rahzahkea
"You. No matter what spell you were under, this was your doing. Remember that". - K̞͍̗͚̘a̶g̰̥e̳̦̞̝̻̕
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Weapons: I have an awesome katana on my wall.
IC: Sylah reads the letter, eyes glistening in the dim morning light. She to use on just reading and not letting herself feel any pain or anger. That could come later.
IC: Rahzahkea steps forward, sword drawn and eyes fierce. But the fire in them turns odd, sad but with something akin to understanding in them. He sheathes his sword and puts a hand on Petram's shoulder, head bowed slightly. "He was a friend to you as well. A brother. I'm sorry."
The Psi-Toa remembered the island still, and his own pain having failed there. Petram, at least the good part of him, would undoubtedly be suffering as well, and Rahzahkea understood. He removed his hand gently and held out the letter, reading thru silently.
Sylah's letter reads: So, I'm dead. Sorry. I'm loosing focus, trouble writing. Sylah, I'm sorry. Stay with Shadus, and keep him safe. Remember who you are, not who you see yourself as. You are a fantastic mutant, you fought for what was right, for a people who thought you were a monster. I have never been such a good person, I'm a murderer, I've done terrible things. You and Shadus are a beautiful thing. You tend to leak stuff a lot, ever considered metal implants? I have a lot, when I started my sword-for-hire career. Kept me safe. Please, don't hurt Petram! For me.
Rahzahkea's reads: Greetings from the afterlife! I hope they have a Xia's. I've enjoyed spending my last few days of life following you, fighting beside you. You're a great leader, and I'm sure the city will never fall to darkness while you rally us against it. Darn evil, always fighting us and mind-jacking friends and throwing spears...Keep my ammo, it's in my satchel. Use it for whatever, I won't be firing a Cordak ever again. You seem tense, and I've pieced enough of your past together to understand why. Hey, you may not have won last time, but you've got a new city and a new team of extremely powerful warriors. Find some time to relax. I spent the last few years without it, and I didn't realize how stressful I was until I had a little down time. Give a speech for me brother. And please don't hurt Petram! --Glacies
Come! Come and listen, my friends. Listen as I regale you with the next chapter in the legend of the Bionicle.
IC: Sylah reads the letter, eyes glistening in the dim morning light. She to use on just reading and not letting herself feel any pain or anger. That could come later.
IC: Rahzahkea steps forward, sword drawn and eyes fierce. But the fire in them turns odd, sad but with something akin to understanding in them. He sheathes his sword and puts a hand on Petram's shoulder, head bowed slightly. "He was a friend to you as well. A brother. I'm sorry."
The Psi-Toa remembered the island still, and his own pain having failed there. Petram, at least the good part of him, would undoubtedly be suffering as well, and Rahzahkea understood. He removed his hand gently and held out the letter, reading thru silently.
Sylah's letter reads: So, I'm dead. Sorry. I'm loosing focus, trouble writing. Sylah, I'm sorry. Stay with Shadus, and keep him safe. Remember who you are, not who you see yourself as. You are a fantastic mutant, you fought for what was right, for a people who thought you were a monster. I have never been such a good person, I'm a murderer, I've done terrible things. You and Shadus are a beautiful thing. You tend to leak stuff a lot, ever considered metal implants? I have a lot, when I started my sword-for-hire career. Kept me safe. Please, don't hurt Petram! For me.
Rahzahkea's reads: Greetings from the afterlife! I hope they have a Xia's. I've enjoyed spending my last few days of life following you, fighting beside you. You're a great leader, and I'm sure the city will never fall to darkness while you rally us against it. Darn evil, always fighting us and mind-jacking friends and throwing spears...Keep my ammo, it's in my satchel. Use it for whatever, I won't be firing a Cordak ever again. You seem tense, and I've pieced enough of your past together to understand why. Hey, you may not have won last time, but you've got a new city and a new team of extremely powerful warriors. Find some time to relax. I spent the last few years without it, and I didn't realize how stressful I was until I had a little down time. Give a speech for me brother. And please don't hurt Petram! --Glacies
OOC: I'm tearing up a bit. And I wasn't even THERE!
On a side note, this has been moving very slowly.
Last Edit: Mar 3, 2017 23:46:37 GMT -6 by Tmanofdoom
Hypothetical question: If I assassinate my teacher, do I still have to hand in my homework?
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Sylah's letter reads: So, I'm dead. Sorry. I'm loosing focus, trouble writing. Sylah, I'm sorry. Stay with Shadus, and keep him safe. Remember who you are, not who you see yourself as. You are a fantastic mutant, you fought for what was right, for a people who thought you were a monster. I have never been such a good person, I'm a murderer, I've done terrible things. You and Shadus are a beautiful thing. You tend to leak stuff a lot, ever considered metal implants? I have a lot, when I started my sword-for-hire career. Kept me safe. Please, don't hurt Petram! For me.
Rahzahkea's reads: Greetings from the afterlife! I hope they have a Xia's. I've enjoyed spending my last few days of life following you, fighting beside you. You're a great leader, and I'm sure the city will never fall to darkness while you rally us against it. Darn evil, always fighting us and mind-jacking friends and throwing spears...Keep my ammo, it's in my satchel. Use it for whatever, I won't be firing a Cordak ever again. You seem tense, and I've pieced enough of your past together to understand why. Hey, you may not have won last time, but you've got a new city and a new team of extremely powerful warriors. Find some time to relax. I spent the last few years without it, and I didn't realize how stressful I was until I had a little down time. Give a speech for me brother. And please don't hurt Petram! --Glacies
OOC: I'm tearing up a bit. And I wasn't even THERE!
On a side note, this has been moving very slowly.
Yeah. Tomorrow though, we won't have school or jobs keeping us from checking in, it should (hopefully) be done by Sunday. OOC Inprobus: Popcorn?
Come! Come and listen, my friends. Listen as I regale you with the next chapter in the legend of the Bionicle.
OOC: Going to finish with Rahzahkea's favorite activity; motivational speaking
IC: Sylah's head bows and she is silent. Her mismatched blue-red eyes close and she breathes heavily. So he was dead. Gone. But he had trusted her, the first Matoran she'd met to not brand her a monster or fear her. Perhaps it was his own darkness that let the Ko-Matoran understand and trust her more, more than even Rahzahkea.
She looked at the ground. "I wish I could have done something...saved him somehow-"
Her thoughts went to the coin, and then almost mechanically, away from it. Her reptilian brow furrowed, as if confused or trying to focus. But in the same moment, the thought was gone.
The mutant faced New Atero's walls, eyes opening. "If he has a grave, I'll pay respects later. All I want to do now is go back to Xia's and sleep. I'm tired."
IC: Rahzahkea closed his eyes then opened them, looking upwards. The sun was rising now, poking over the tallest buildings in the city already. He sighed deeply, and spoke, his mental voice projected into all the Vanguard's minds.
"I have learned recently our comrade Glacies died of his injuries during our attack on the Tower. In response to this I would like to say a few words regarding him."
He cleared his throat audibly, and then spoke again, voice still projecting.
"Glacies worked alongside us, laughed with us, and fought alongside us. He trusted, and gave hope to my sister, Sylah, when others would fear or hate her. He risked his life to try and fight against Rolvik, and suffered for it. Glacies was only a Matoran, but he battled gods and demons, and their servants. He was only a Matoran, but he fought with the heart of a Toa. He was only a Matoran, but he died a colossus. A hero."
Rahzahkea sighed. "Perhaps you were a murdered in the past, perhaps you did evil. All of us, from Vashari, to Shard, to myself, have done dark things, things we regret. Anything he did is forgiven and forgotten, and I know our ranks will be less without him." The Toa seemed extremely tired for a moment, and exhaled heavily again.
"This world will be less without him."
The Psi-Toa folded the letter up and nodded at Petram. "Stay if you wish. I will not harm you, and shall not let the others do so. If Improbus returns however..." He glared noticeably, the sword on his back looking strangely ominous. "Then we will deal with him."
More thoughts flickered through Rahzahkea's head, and then, abruptly, were silenced. He shook his head as if dazed, and the Psi Toa strode off in the direction of New Atero. He had had a long day.
But they were still here. Alive. The story wasn't over. Yet.
"We're Toa. Nature is our weapon." - Rahzahkea
"You. No matter what spell you were under, this was your doing. Remember that". - K̞͍̗͚̘a̶g̰̥e̳̦̞̝̻̕
Post by Free Lemon Water on Mar 4, 2017 12:47:45 GMT -6
Arilam and Orokal were shocked to hear the news. Orokal tried to comfort Arilam, walking over to Petram. "Petram... I- I'm so sorry... I couldn't even imagine what it must be like to lose a friend like that..."
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Arilam and Orokal were shocked to hear the news. Orokal tried to comfort Arilam, walking over to Petram. "Petram... I- I'm so sorry... I couldn't even imagine what it must be like to lose a friend like that..."
Petram nods glumly, looking at the white hau. He stretched out a hand to the Toa, two letters clutched in it. They are labeled with Orokal and Arilam's names.
Come! Come and listen, my friends. Listen as I regale you with the next chapter in the legend of the Bionicle.
Arilam and Orokal were shocked to hear the news. Orokal tried to comfort Arilam, walking over to Petram. "Petram... I- I'm so sorry... I couldn't even imagine what it must be like to lose a friend like that..."
Petram nods glumly, looking at the white hau. He stretched out a hand to the Toa, two letters clutched in it. They are labeled with Orokal and Arilam's names.
They took their respective letters, reading them. Arilam looked at his, saddened. "What's..."
Ithmys finally caught up with the rest of the Vanguard. The moment he saw Petram, he flinched, but seeing that nobody was hurting him, he apprehensively walked up to him, "Um... Hi?" Sevair was standing somewhere, quiet. He hadn't known the ice matoran for long, but he positive and made Sevair want to laugh. Then he became slightly furious at the fact that people like Glacies, or Shard kept on disappearing.
Post by We Are Vashari on Mar 4, 2017 16:21:00 GMT -6
OOC: Does Vashari get one?
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”
oOC: He's literary twenty feet away at Soloroks table.
“No one ever stood atop the heavens before. Not you, or I, or even the gods. But the unbearable vacancy of heavens throne ends now. From now on, I alone will stand at the top.”