As the gas clears it's rather hard to tell if he was asleep or not due to his helmet. He was still slumped back, head tilted to let the moon reflect on his visor, and even before he'd been fairly still... he wasn't speaking though, so that was a potential indication towards its success.
Oh, does he have his own air supply? Then it wouldn't work, like Vasharis Mahri breathing apparatus.
OOC: I'm not saying. You'll just have to wait and see. (Or at least Vashari will.)
Oh, does he have his own air supply? Then it wouldn't work, like Vasharis Mahri breathing apparatus.
OOC: I'm not saying. You'll just have to wait and see. (Or at least Vashari will.)
Okay. Just telling you. Although that sounds like a yes.
“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: On another rooftop, something metallic glints in the sunlight. Someone clambers onto a rooftop about a yard or so away from Lync, facing the same direction (the skirmish between Glacies and Faceless) as she is facing. The person rises to their full height and stretches like a Muaka, discolored armor flashing brightly.
Two greenish-black eyes snap open on the person's face, and flick over toward the two combatants. One of their hands reaches beneath the red cape across their back, as if reaching for something just out of view...
IC: Lync sees the new person and makes a snap decision. Glacies seemed to be handling himself just fine; she'd have to see what was up with this weirdo.
She steps off the roof, wings snapping out to catch her as she falls to the ground. Her fall turns to a glide, and she swoops out into the street. She stays low, darting between buildings. He had been... half a block away? Here, here, pull up! She swoops above the roofline, spinning around until she sees her target.
"Hello," she says, floating down until her feet are level with its head. "Nice view, isn't it?"
OOC: Kai rolled a 3. Friend it is.
The Warden will wait.
IC: The green eyes turn to look at Lync. The figure is tall, taller than Vashari and just enough to look somewhat like a stretched Toa. The body is silver, covered in some kind of armor that doesn't look Ateran....or really like anything she has seen before.
The person smiles widely, the smile radiating through a crack in her silver helmet (a crack that looks to have been cut into the mask in the shape of a smile). "Nice view indeed," the newcomer chirps happily. She waves at Lync, arm twitching side to side in a rather odd fashion.
She seems to be far more Glatorian, than Toa, and in between small segments of the armor Lync can see squirming, moving flesh. It moves up and down rhythmically, not unlike a breathing motion. But whoever this is, they are not a Toa, at all.
"I was admiring your friends," the silver person says in a bright tone, one hand drawing the red cloak over her body. A faintly familiar emblem is across it. "Given the Winter festival and all the festivialities, I thought I'd give myself a gift. For the holidays of course."
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"We're Toa. Nature is our weapon." - Rahzahkea
"You. No matter what spell you were under, this was your doing. Remember that". - K̞͍̗͚̘a̶g̰̥e̳̦̞̝̻̕
OOC: Eh, I mean, Vashari would... probably be able to identify such tech if he had a look correct? He'd most likely be able to fully confirm what exact breathing-based tech Faceless's helmet may or may not have.
OOC: Eh, I mean, Vashari would... probably be able to identify such tech if he had a look correct? He'd most likely be able to fully confirm what exact breathing-based tech Faceless's helmet may or may not have.
Actually Takua would. Vasharis not very techie, he's a spiritual being.
“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.”
[/div]OOC: Eh, I mean, Vashari would... probably be able to identify such tech if he had a look correct? He'd most likely be able to fully confirm what exact breathing-based tech Faceless's helmet may or may not have.[/quote]Actually Takua would. Vasharis not very techie, he's a spiritual being.[/quote] OOC: I mean, he can at least identify his own/similar tech right? I'd assume so seeing as he uses such. Actually, why hasn't he checked on the being who tried to assassinate him/called for him to be brought over?
”You're right. That's because he doesn't have anyone capable of that.” She holds of bomb over his face. ”Now sleep.” Then the bomb released sleep gas.
As the gas clears it's rather hard to tell if he was asleep or not due to his helmet. He was still slumped back, head tilted to let the moon reflect on his visor, and even before he'd been fairly still... he wasn't speaking though, so that was a potential indication towards its success.
Takua looks down at him from over Antroz’s shoulder. Studying what he could see. ”...”
“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.”
[/div]OOC: Eh, I mean, Vashari would... probably be able to identify such tech if he had a look correct? He'd most likely be able to fully confirm what exact breathing-based tech Faceless's helmet may or may not have.[/quote]Actually Takua would. Vasharis not very techie, he's a spiritual being.[/quote] OOC: I mean, he can at least identify his own/similar tech right? I'd assume so seeing as he uses such. Actually, why hasn't he checked on the being who tried to assassinate him/called for him to be brought over?[/quote]
Like I said, I'm waiting on Glace to respond. And what happened to this post?
“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.”
[/div]OOC: Eh, I mean, Vashari would... probably be able to identify such tech if he had a look correct? He'd most likely be able to fully confirm what exact breathing-based tech Faceless's helmet may or may not have.[/quote]Actually Takua would. Vasharis not very techie, he's a spiritual being.[/quote] OOC: I mean, he can at least identify his own/similar tech right? I'd assume so seeing as he uses such. Actually, why hasn't he checked on the being who tried to assassinate him/called for him to be brought over?[/quote]
Like I said, I'm waiting on Glace to respond. And what happened to this post?[/quote]
As the gas clears it's rather hard to tell if he was asleep or not due to his helmet. He was still slumped back, head tilted to let the moon reflect on his visor, and even before he'd been fairly still... he wasn't speaking though, so that was a potential indication towards its success.
Takua looks down at him from over Antroz’s shoulder. Studying what he could see. ”...”
It was quite obvious there was at least some form of breathing apparatus to his helmet, a noticeable seal connecting it to the suit, of which despite the minor damage allowing the protodermis small trickle of protodermis leaking through from wherever it was leaking would be far from enough to allow the gas in, but whether or not it was just an underwater-based breathing apparatus, and/or some form of filter would be unknown without further, more in-depth examination. Much less seeing if said possible filters where even still running.
Takua looks down at him from over Antroz’s shoulder. Studying what he could see. ”...”
It was quite obvious there was at least some form of breathing apparatus to his helmet, a noticeable seal connecting it to the suit, of which despite the minor damage allowing the protodermis small trickle of protodermis leaking through from wherever it was leaking would be far from enough to allow the gas in, but whether or not it was just an underwater-based breathing apparatus, and/or some form of filter would be unknown without further, more in-depth examination. Much less seeing if said possible filters where even still running.
Takua’s eyes drift down to examine the rest of him. ”Hold on to him good, Ants.”
“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.”
It was quite obvious there was at least some form of breathing apparatus to his helmet, a noticeable seal connecting it to the suit, of which despite the minor damage allowing the protodermis small trickle of protodermis leaking through from wherever it was leaking would be far from enough to allow the gas in, but whether or not it was just an underwater-based breathing apparatus, and/or some form of filter would be unknown without further, more in-depth examination. Much less seeing if said possible filters where even still running.
Takua’s eyes drift down to examine the rest of him. ”Hold on to him good, Ants.”
His armour was surprisingly high tech, if not that well kept. Covered in scratches, dust, and numbers specks of rust, he appeared a much less impressive, and intimidating figure than he did at first sight.
His armour obviously utilized some form of kanoka tech, a patch of it possibly showing through the rather large, and deep cut through his arm, while the rest appeared to be... ability enhancers. Motors, small pistons, various tech that would both allow him to better withstand a hit, dodge a hit, and give a hit, and seemingly being powered by his own elemental energy. There also appeared to be... focusing points on his palms and the bottom of his feet. Areas designed to focus, concentrate, and fire elemengtal energy in a more controlled, and more damaging, if less manipulatable, state.
Takua’s eyes drift down to examine the rest of him. ”Hold on to him good, Ants.”
His armour was surprisingly high tech, if not that well kept. Covered in scratches, dust, and numbers specks of rust, he appeared a much less impressive, and intimidating figure than he did at first sight.
His armour obviously utilized some form of kanoka tech, a patch of it possibly showing through the rather large, and deep cut through his arm, while the rest appeared to be... ability enhancers. Motors, small pistons, various tech that would both allow him to better withstand a hit, dodge a hit, and give a hit, and seemingly being powered by his own elemental energy. There also appeared to be... focusing points on his palms and the bottom of his feet. Areas designed to focus, concentrate, and fire elemengtal energy in a more controlled, and more damaging, if less manipulatable, state.
”I’d have to look closer, but it looks like some kind of artificial enhancement tech.”
”Hmph.” Antroz grunts.
“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.”
His armour was surprisingly high tech, if not that well kept. Covered in scratches, dust, and numbers specks of rust, he appeared a much less impressive, and intimidating figure than he did at first sight.
His armour obviously utilized some form of kanoka tech, a patch of it possibly showing through the rather large, and deep cut through his arm, while the rest appeared to be... ability enhancers. Motors, small pistons, various tech that would both allow him to better withstand a hit, dodge a hit, and give a hit, and seemingly being powered by his own elemental energy. There also appeared to be... focusing points on his palms and the bottom of his feet. Areas designed to focus, concentrate, and fire elemengtal energy in a more controlled, and more damaging, if less manipulatable, state.
”I’d have to look closer, but it looks like some kind of artificial enhancement tech.”
”Hmph.” Antroz grunts.
He could attempt to check himself, it appeared the armour was designed to be easily taken apart, and vice-versa. Almost as if it had some function related to it.
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IC: Glacies dangles himself over the ledge and slides down, arms spread, keeping himself slowed through friction and quick grabs at various ledges and handholds, until he reaches the ground. “Sorry, did a bit of a number on him. Hey Vashari, what’s cook—Er...hi, Hanah...”
Come! Come and listen, my friends. Listen as I regale you with the next chapter in the legend of the Bionicle.
IC: Glacies dangles himself over the ledge and slides down, arms spread, keeping himself slowed through friction and quick grabs at various ledges and handholds, until he reaches the ground. “Sorry, did a bit of a number on him. Hey Vashari, what’s cook—Er...hi, Hanah...”
Vashari lands on the ground with a metallic clang. He looked at the ice in his hand, now half melted from his high body heat, his palm torn open. His other arm dripped a green liquid onto the ground which hissed like acid, a green hold on him from the scorpion sting. His instincts had taken over, but the rapid movement of taking his arm out of the box startled one of the scorpions.
”Hi.” Then she saw Vasharis injured hand and ran to him. ”Are you okay?” She took his arm by the rest, looking at his hand.
”I'm fine. It's just like grabbing broken glass. Glacies, what do know about this?”
“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: Lync sees the new person and makes a snap decision. Glacies seemed to be handling himself just fine; she'd have to see what was up with this weirdo.
She steps off the roof, wings snapping out to catch her as she falls to the ground. Her fall turns to a glide, and she swoops out into the street. She stays low, darting between buildings. He had been... half a block away? Here, here, pull up! She swoops above the roofline, spinning around until she sees her target.
"Hello," she says, floating down until her feet are level with its head. "Nice view, isn't it?"
OOC: Kai rolled a 3. Friend it is.
The Warden will wait.
IC: The green eyes turn to look at Lync. The figure is tall, taller than Vashari and just enough to look somewhat like a stretched Toa. The body is silver, covered in some kind of armor that doesn't look Ateran....or really like anything she has seen before.
The person smiles widely, the smile radiating through a crack in her silver helmet (a crack that looks to have been cut into the mask in the shape of a smile). "Nice view indeed," the newcomer chirps happily. She waves at Lync, arm twitching side to side in a rather odd fashion.
She seems to be far more Glatorian, than Toa, and in between small segments of the armor Lync can see squirming, moving flesh. It moves up and down rhythmically, not unlike a breathing motion. But whoever this is, they are not a Toa, at all.
"I was admiring your friends," the silver person says in a bright tone, one hand drawing the red cloak over her body. A faintly familiar emblem is across it. "Given the Winter festival and all the festivialities, I thought I'd give myself a gift. For the holidays of course."
IC: "Aww, that's sweet." Her fingers begin tingling as elemental energy flows to them. "You know, you can never forget to treat yourself. Gotta take some time to relax, right?"
IC: The green eyes turn to look at Lync. The figure is tall, taller than Vashari and just enough to look somewhat like a stretched Toa. The body is silver, covered in some kind of armor that doesn't look Ateran....or really like anything she has seen before.
The person smiles widely, the smile radiating through a crack in her silver helmet (a crack that looks to have been cut into the mask in the shape of a smile). "Nice view indeed," the newcomer chirps happily. She waves at Lync, arm twitching side to side in a rather odd fashion.
She seems to be far more Glatorian, than Toa, and in between small segments of the armor Lync can see squirming, moving flesh. It moves up and down rhythmically, not unlike a breathing motion. But whoever this is, they are not a Toa, at all.
"I was admiring your friends," the silver person says in a bright tone, one hand drawing the red cloak over her body. A faintly familiar emblem is across it. "Given the Winter festival and all the festivialities, I thought I'd give myself a gift. For the holidays of course."
IC: "Aww, that's sweet." Her fingers begin tingling as elemental energy flows to them. "You know, you can never forget to treat yourself. Gotta take some time to relax, right?"
IC: "Indeed," the silver person says. Her eyes flick down towards Faceless, and then up toward Lync. The creature bends slightly, like a short bow, one hand moving over her heart. "You're Lync, aren't you? The Glatorian, then-Toa, of Air?"
She smiles toothily. "I know you. All of you, you, Vashari, his hare-I mean, "Knights", and your happy little Matoran friend down there too. It's..."
The smile fades. The armored woman, whoever she is, seems halfway between deadly seriousness and something like confusion. "...nice."
"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: Glacies dangles himself over the ledge and slides down, arms spread, keeping himself slowed through friction and quick grabs at various ledges and handholds, until he reaches the ground. “Sorry, did a bit of a number on him. Hey Vashari, what’s cook—Er...hi, Hanah...”
Vashari lands on the ground with a metallic clang. He looked at the ice in his hand, now half melted from his high body heat, his palm torn open. His other arm dripped a green liquid onto the ground which hissed like acid, a green hold on him from the scorpion sting. His instincts had taken over, but the rapid movement of taking his arm out of the box startled one of the scorpions.
”Hi.” Then she saw Vasharis injured hand and ran to him. ”Are you okay?” She took his arm by the rest, looking at his hand.
”I'm fine. It's just like grabbing broken glass. Glacies, what do know about this?”
IC: “I saw him lining up the shot, and then I kicked his butt. He had some pretty fancy tech though, flying boots and everything.”
Come! Come and listen, my friends. Listen as I regale you with the next chapter in the legend of the Bionicle.
Vashari lands on the ground with a metallic clang. He looked at the ice in his hand, now half melted from his high body heat, his palm torn open. His other arm dripped a green liquid onto the ground which hissed like acid, a green hold on him from the scorpion sting. His instincts had taken over, but the rapid movement of taking his arm out of the box startled one of the scorpions.
”Hi.” Then she saw Vasharis injured hand and ran to him. ”Are you okay?” She took his arm by the rest, looking at his hand.
”I'm fine. It's just like grabbing broken glass. Glacies, what do know about this?”
IC: “I saw him lining up the shot, and then I kicked his butt. He had some pretty fancy tech though, flying boots and everything.”
”Hmm...”
“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.”