IC: Rahzahkea trembles slightly, the tablet falling to the table. His hands are clenched into fists, and his eyes have a very dangerous light to them. "Everyone who was asked to come save Vashari, let's go. Vashari will meet us there. Tuhi, take word of our situation to Sansod and let him know we are going to take care of it."
He points at Seriac and Terenoa...and then lowers his hands. "Seriac, Terenoa, can you scope out the docks from a distance, let us know if anyone tries to ambush us from behind there?"
IC: “On it!” Tuhi runs out ahead of them. He had been getting used to the Vaguard, their personalities, their quirks.
Speaking of Sansod, the Face of Mata Nui happened to be thinking of a conversation he’d had with a Toa. It had been not long after the Vanguard had returned...
IC: "Oh, pfft, nah," Seriac says in a rather good impression of a certain scythe-wielder. "I'm just trying to help out. Nothing surprising here, just me."
"Please, I think you're far too modest... but only time will tell, I suppose. Till next we meet, I suppose." With that, he turns and begins heading towards the docks.
IC: "Bye!" she calls with a wave. Terenoa catches up to her in time to see Kane leaving.
"Who's that?"
"His name's Kane. He's another fan!" Terenoa shakes her head.
"You realize you're a part of the Vangaurd now, right?" Seraic nods. "Sometimes it doesn't feel that way. Let's get going, fan-girl." The two trace a path north through the water district, on parallel with the docks.
IC: The docks are mostly abandoned today, only a few stragglers near the outer docks and some of the administrative buildings.
A Toa in a gray cloak is standing on the dock, talking with a Ga-Matoran in a hushed tone, and shivering as if he's cold.
Umarak slowly makes his way closer, taking care to be stealthy.
OOC: And yes, this is Umarak.
IC: They are still too far to be overheard, but they are clearer. The Toa's armor is whitish, with a trace of gunmetal, but still too covered by the gray cloak to be seen clearly.
The Toa kneels, speaking directly to the Ga-Toran and laying a hand on the blue Matori's shoulder. The Matori is trembling.
IC: Rahzahkea strides out of the bar, Sylah sighing heavily and following (carrying the tablet in one hand). She stops a moment, waving at Ticeli and Arilam. "Come on then. We have an evil plan to foil it seems."
Last Edit: Mar 5, 2018 22:44:38 GMT -6 by Kirathel
"We're Toa. Nature is our weapon." - Rahzahkea
"You. No matter what spell you were under, this was your doing. Remember that". - K̞͍̗͚̘a̶g̰̥e̳̦̞̝̻̕
Umarak slowly makes his way closer, taking care to be stealthy.
OOC: And yes, this is Umarak.
IC: They are still too far to be overheard, but they are clearer. The Toa's armor is whitish, with a trace of gunmetal, but still too covered by the gray cloak to be seen clearly.
The Toa kneels, speaking directly to the Ga-Toran and laying a hand on the blue Matori's shoulder. The Matori is trembling.
IC: Rahzahkea strides out of the bar, Sylah sighing heavily and following (carrying the tablet in one hand). She stops a moment, waving at Ticeli and Arilam. "Come on then. We have an evil plan to foil it seems."
Turning into a tiny insect, Umarak crawls closer, almost right next to them.
IC: They are still too far to be overheard, but they are clearer. The Toa's armor is whitish-gray, with a trace of gunmetal, but still too covered by the gray cloak to be seen clearly.
The Toa kneels, speaking directly to the Ga-Toran and laying a hand on the blue Matori's shoulder. The Matori is trembling.
IC: Rahzahkea strides out of the bar, Sylah sighing heavily and following (carrying the tablet in one hand). She stops a moment, waving at Ticeli and Arilam. "Come on then. We have an evil plan to foil it seems."
Turning into a tiny insect, Umarak crawls closer, almost right next to them.
IC: Their words become only slightly clearer, it's almost like there's some kind of interference running through the cloaked Toa's voice. His face is hidden from view by the gray Cloak over his head.
"I told you, you were to bring the Toa here, to meet me." The Toa's voice is not angry per se, but his unflinching stance and his grip on the Matori's shoulder serve to make him a bit more threatening than is perhaps needed. The Ga-Matori trembled again, inching away but stopping due to the grip on his shoulder. "I-I talked to them. They told me to leave the tablet-"
"And you...listened?"
The Matori stares dumbly at the Toa, who sighs lightly. "All I wanted was to help them...and it seems your timidity has made that problematic." He sighs and slaps the Matori on the back, looking up slightly. "It's alright, once they get here I will compensate you for your troubles."
OOC: I interchangeably use Matoran and Matori, Matori being a conjugation of Matoran and Agori since that's technically what they are.
"We're Toa. Nature is our weapon." - Rahzahkea
"You. No matter what spell you were under, this was your doing. Remember that". - K̞͍̗͚̘a̶g̰̥e̳̦̞̝̻̕
Umarak slowly makes his way closer, taking care to be stealthy.
OOC: And yes, this is Umarak.
IC: They are still too far to be overheard, but they are clearer. The Toa's armor is whitish, with a trace of gunmetal, but still too covered by the gray cloak to be seen clearly.
The Toa kneels, speaking directly to the Ga-Toran and laying a hand on the blue Matori's shoulder. The Matori is trembling.
IC: Rahzahkea strides out of the bar, Sylah sighing heavily and following (carrying the tablet in one hand). She stops a moment, waving at Ticeli and Arilam. "Come on then. We have an evil plan to foil it seems."
IC: "And they would've gotten away with it too if it weren't for those meddling Toa," Ticeli drawls as he joins them outside.
IC: An incoming train screeches to a halt in Matau Station. The station around it is busy, noisy and bustling with people preparing to leave Le-Magna for outlying areas. And in a second the ambiance of the station is drowned out by a deafening roar as the new arrival is consumed in a massive fireball. The explosion spreads, eating up the nearby platform and part of the station before vanishing, leaving a blackened husk in its wake.
IC: An incoming train screeches to a halt in Matau Station. The station around it is busy, noisy and bustling with people preparing to leave Le-Magna for outlying areas. And in a second the ambiance of the station is drowned out by a deafening roar as the new arrival is consumed in a massive fireball. The explosion spreads, eating up the nearby platform and part of the station before vanishing, leaving a blackened husk in its wake.
”Was I the only one who saw that?!?” Said a very confused Rolvik.
“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.”
IC: An incoming train screeches to a halt in Matau Station. The station around it is busy, noisy and bustling with people preparing to leave Le-Magna for outlying areas. And in a second the ambiance of the station is drowned out by a deafening roar as the new arrival is consumed in a massive fireball. The explosion spreads, eating up the nearby platform and part of the station before vanishing, leaving a blackened husk in its wake.
”Was I the only one who saw that?!?” Said a very confused Rolvik.
”Was I the only one who saw that?!?” Said a very confused Rolvik.
OOC: Where's Rolvik, again?
OOC: Where ever the train thing happened I guess
Last Edit: Mar 6, 2018 13:37:25 GMT -6 by We Are Vashari
“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.”
IC: He's surrounded by many, many people who did in fact see that. For a moment they're silent, looking around, seeing if somebody else knows something they don't. Voices begin to call out, looking for answers, crescendoing into a panicked roar.
IC: He's surrounded by many, many people who did in fact see that. For a moment they're silent, looking around, seeing if somebody else knows something they don't. Voices begin to call out, looking for answers, crescendoing into a panicked roar.
”Okay, good.” Sometimes Rolvik had trouble distinguishing fantasy me reality.
“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.”
IC: He's surrounded by many, many people who did in fact see that. For a moment they're silent, looking around, seeing if somebody else knows something they don't. Voices begin to call out, looking for answers, crescendoing into a panicked roar.
”Okay, good.” Sometimes Rolvik had trouble distinguishing fantasy me reality.
IC: A nearby Vortixx gives him a funny look as she pushes through the crowd on her way out. The exits are crowded, citizens pushing against each other to leave the station as fast as possible, while others try and fight the crowd, presumably trying to find friends that may have been consumed in the blast.
”Okay, good.” Sometimes Rolvik had trouble distinguishing fantasy me reality.
IC: A nearby Vortixx gives him a funny look as she pushes through the crowd on her way out. The exits are crowded, citizens pushing against each other to leave the station as fast as possible, while others try and fight the crowd, presumably trying to find friends that may have been consumed in the blast.
He begun to look around at all of the blast marks, trying to decern a cause.
“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.”
IC: An incoming train screeches to a halt in Matau Station. The station around it is busy, noisy and bustling with people preparing to leave Le-Magna for outlying areas. And in a second the ambiance of the station is drowned out by a deafening roar as the new arrival is consumed in a massive fireball. The explosion spreads, eating up the nearby platform and part of the station before vanishing, leaving a blackened husk in its wake.
IC: Both Sylah and Rahzahkea had exited the building and walked a short distance when they stopped. Both seemed to notice the smoke coming from the distant Matau Station. Rahzahkea cursed under his breath, his mental voice reaching out to everyone still in Xia's 2.
Everyone able bodied and ready, go to the source of the smoke. Something is wrong.
At Matau Station.... IC: A tall, gray-cloaked Toa stands next to Rolvik, looking at the burning wreck.
He is smiling broadly.
"We're Toa. Nature is our weapon." - Rahzahkea
"You. No matter what spell you were under, this was your doing. Remember that". - K̞͍̗͚̘a̶g̰̥e̳̦̞̝̻̕