IC: Lync shrugs. "I guess it's more like a bunker this way? But having a watchtower sounds cool; Pheore, tell them to build a watchtower next!" Pheore glances over from her conversation with Vako. Their eyes meet, and Lync looks away, staring at the screen. Pheore shrugs, mentally noting the idea for later.
“Well, I’m a gunsmith not a structural engineer. I’ll trust it.” Takua shrugs. “Anyway, I think this is ready for a test. Want to give it a try, Lync?” He asks, holding up the weapon in his hand.
IC: "I'm n- huh?" Lync looks away from the screen, studying the weapon. She accepts it carefully, turning it over in her hands. "...what does it do?"
“Well, I’m a gunsmith not a structural engineer. I’ll trust it.” Takua shrugs. “Anyway, I think this is ready for a test. Want to give it a try, Lync?” He asks, holding up the weapon in his hand.
IC: "I'm n- huh?" Lync looks away from the screen, studying the weapon. She accepts it carefully, turning it over in her hands. "...what does it do?"
It’s a small, squarish handgun. Its design was simple, a barrel, a handle, and a trigger with no visible mechanism.
“Think of it as a shortcut to Boss’ energy attacks. Funnel your elemental power into it and you should be able to fire elemental energy bolts. I’ve been working on it for a while.”
“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: "I'm n- huh?" Lync looks away from the screen, studying the weapon. She accepts it carefully, turning it over in her hands. "...what does it do?"
It’s a small, squarish handgun. Its design was simple, a barrel, a handle, and a trigger with no visible mechanism.
“Think of it as a shortcut to Boss’ energy attacks. Funnel your elemental power into it and you should be able to fire elemental energy bolts. I’ve been working on it for a while.”
IC: "...huh." Lync focuses on the weapon, concentrating her elemental energy in her hands and letting it flow into the gun, the way she would with her bow. Man, I miss that thing... There's a low hiss as air flows into the gun, concentrating and pressurizing within the chamber.
She brings the gun up, cocking her head slightly to aim down the barrel. She points up the stairs and pulls the trigger. The gun recoils with a POP as the pressure releases, a spiraling bolt of pressurized wind leaping from the muzzle with a twinkle of mint-green energy. It pings off of the spiral stair's railing, zig-zagging around their curve before vanishing into the room above.
Pheore glances over, giving Lync an unreadable look. Lync hides the gun behind her back with an overly-sweet smile. "Hi Pheore, how's it going?" Pheore raises an eyebrow. Lync's smile widens.
Pheore sighs, shaking her head with a slight smile. "Just fire it upstairs next time, okay?"
"Ugh, fine." Pheore turns away again. Lync pulls the gun front behind her back, spinning it in her hand so that she can offer the handle to Takua.
"Well, seems like it works to me. Any idea what kind of range it would have?"
It’s a small, squarish handgun. Its design was simple, a barrel, a handle, and a trigger with no visible mechanism.
“Think of it as a shortcut to Boss’ energy attacks. Funnel your elemental power into it and you should be able to fire elemental energy bolts. I’ve been working on it for a while.”
IC: "...huh." Lync focuses on the weapon, concentrating her elemental energy in her hands and letting it flow into the gun, the way she would with her bow. Man, I miss that thing... There's a low hiss as air flows into the gun, concentrating and pressurizing within the chamber.
She brings the gun up, cocking her head slightly to aim down the barrel. She points up the stairs and pulls the trigger. The gun recoils with a POP as the pressure releases, a spiraling bolt of pressurized wind leaping from the muzzle with a twinkle of mint-green energy. It pings off of the spiral stair's railing, zig-zagging around their curve before vanishing into the room above.
Pheore glances over, giving Lync an unreadable look. Lync hides the gun behind her back with an overly-sweet smile. "Hi Pheore, how's it going?" Pheore raises an eyebrow. Lync's smile widens.
Pheore sighs, shaking her head with a slight smile. "Just fire it upstairs next time, okay?"
"Ugh, fine." Pheore turns away again. Lync pulls the gun front behind her back, spinning it in her hand so that she can offer the handle to Takua.
"Well, seems like it works to me. Any idea what kind of range it would have?"
Takua nodded as he took it back. “I’d say short to mid-range for now. I could always make a rifle, if you want it?”
“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: "...huh." Lync focuses on the weapon, concentrating her elemental energy in her hands and letting it flow into the gun, the way she would with her bow. Man, I miss that thing... There's a low hiss as air flows into the gun, concentrating and pressurizing within the chamber.
She brings the gun up, cocking her head slightly to aim down the barrel. She points up the stairs and pulls the trigger. The gun recoils with a POP as the pressure releases, a spiraling bolt of pressurized wind leaping from the muzzle with a twinkle of mint-green energy. It pings off of the spiral stair's railing, zig-zagging around their curve before vanishing into the room above.
Pheore glances over, giving Lync an unreadable look. Lync hides the gun behind her back with an overly-sweet smile. "Hi Pheore, how's it going?" Pheore raises an eyebrow. Lync's smile widens.
Pheore sighs, shaking her head with a slight smile. "Just fire it upstairs next time, okay?"
"Ugh, fine." Pheore turns away again. Lync pulls the gun front behind her back, spinning it in her hand so that she can offer the handle to Takua.
"Well, seems like it works to me. Any idea what kind of range it would have?"
Takua nodded as he took it back. “I’d say short to mid-range for now. I could always make a rifle, if you want it?”
IC: "Uhhh... maybe? I had talked to Kage about maybe making a rifle earlier, but knowing Kage he probably didn't actually care," she says with a smirk. "Or maybe he did; haven't talked to him since then. Really, dunno though. Can't decide if I just want the bow back, or if I want to try something new." She shrugs, leaning back on the counter.
Takua nodded as he took it back. “I’d say short to mid-range for now. I could always make a rifle, if you want it?”
IC: "Uhhh... maybe? I had talked to Kage about maybe making a rifle earlier, but knowing Kage he probably didn't actually care," she says with a smirk. "Or maybe he did; haven't talked to him since then. Really, dunno though. Can't decide if I just want the bow back, or if I want to try something new." She shrugs, leaning back on the counter.
“I hope I don’t sound too much like Boss when I say this,” Takua said more to himself than to Lync. “Learning something new will only benefit you. And uh, weapons aren’t alive or anything, but they do choose who wields them. I believe if you care enough for your weapon it’ll feel the same towards you. Your bow will find its way back to you.”
“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: "Uhhh... maybe? I had talked to Kage about maybe making a rifle earlier, but knowing Kage he probably didn't actually care," she says with a smirk. "Or maybe he did; haven't talked to him since then. Really, dunno though. Can't decide if I just want the bow back, or if I want to try something new." She shrugs, leaning back on the counter.
“I hope I don’t sound too much like Boss when I say this,” Takua said more to himself than to Lync. “Learning something new will only benefit you. And uh, weapons aren’t alive or anything, but they do choose who wields them. I believe if you care enough for your weapon it’ll feel the same towards you. Your bow will find its way back to you.”
IC: "Heh. I hope so, thanks." She smiles, patting him on the shoulder. "But if we're talking about learning something new...." She pushes herself off the counter, walking past Takua and to the nearest wall of weapons. She starts poring over them, waiting for something to catch her eye.
She pulls a force-blaster off the wall, hefting it and testing the weight. She shakes her head and puts it back on the wall. "Nah, way too heavy." Next she grabs a boomerang, experimentally tossing it to herself. The weapon spins above her head, landing behind her. She picks it up, replacing it on the rack. "Nope; boomerang did not come back."
She stops. "Okay, the heck is that?" She pulls out a thin, coiled chain, one end weighted with a hooked blade. She gives herself a little slack, twirling the chain in one hand. "Huh. Might have to try this out." She continues glancing through the remaining weapons, seeing if anything else catches her eye, the chain weapon still twirling in her hands.
“I hope I don’t sound too much like Boss when I say this,” Takua said more to himself than to Lync. “Learning something new will only benefit you. And uh, weapons aren’t alive or anything, but they do choose who wields them. I believe if you care enough for your weapon it’ll feel the same towards you. Your bow will find its way back to you.”
IC: "Heh. I hope so, thanks." She smiles, patting him on the shoulder. "But if we're talking about learning something new...." She pushes herself off the counter, walking past Takua and to the nearest wall of weapons. She starts poring over them, waiting for something to catch her eye.
She pulls a force-blaster off the wall, hefting it and testing the weight. She shakes her head and puts it back on the wall. "Nah, way too heavy." Next she grabs a boomerang, experimentally tossing it to herself. The weapon spins above her head, landing behind her. She picks it up, replacing it on the rack. "Nope; boomerang did not come back."
She stops. "Okay, the heck is that?" She pulls out a thin, coiled chain, one end weighted with a hooked blade. She gives herself a little slack, twirling the chain in one hand. "Huh. Might have to try this out." She continues glancing through the remaining weapons, seeing if anything else catches her eye, the chain weapon still twirling in her hands.
“Looks like a rope dart with a hook.” Takua considers.
“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: "Heh. I hope so, thanks." She smiles, patting him on the shoulder. "But if we're talking about learning something new...." She pushes herself off the counter, walking past Takua and to the nearest wall of weapons. She starts poring over them, waiting for something to catch her eye.
She pulls a force-blaster off the wall, hefting it and testing the weight. She shakes her head and puts it back on the wall. "Nah, way too heavy." Next she grabs a boomerang, experimentally tossing it to herself. The weapon spins above her head, landing behind her. She picks it up, replacing it on the rack. "Nope; boomerang did not come back."
She stops. "Okay, the heck is that?" She pulls out a thin, coiled chain, one end weighted with a hooked blade. She gives herself a little slack, twirling the chain in one hand. "Huh. Might have to try this out." She continues glancing through the remaining weapons, seeing if anything else catches her eye, the chain weapon still twirling in her hands.
“Looks like a rope dart with a hook.” Takua considers.
IC: Lync glances at the weapon. "Sure, that sounds about right. Gotta be honest; weapons? Not my specialty." She pulls a strange, harpoon-like weapon off the wall, resting it over her shoulder. "These seem like fun to try out in the meantime, though. I think this one might shoot something? Only one way to find out." Pheore glares at her again, and the Le-Toa holds her hands up defensively. "Don't worry, don't worry, I'm headed upstairs!"
She shakes her head, grumbling to herself as she treks up the stairs.
“Looks like a rope dart with a hook.” Takua considers.
IC: Lync glances at the weapon. "Sure, that sounds about right. Gotta be honest; weapons? Not my specialty." She pulls a strange, harpoon-like weapon off the wall, resting it over her shoulder. "These seem like fun to try out in the meantime, though. I think this one might shoot something? Only one way to find out." Pheore glares at her again, and the Le-Toa holds her hands up defensively. "Don't worry, don't worry, I'm headed upstairs!"
She shakes her head, grumbling to herself as she treks up the stairs.
“Just don’t aim at a wall.” Takua says following. “I doubt Pheore wants you to punch out a hole.”
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“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 glances at the weapon. "Sure, that sounds about right. Gotta be honest; weapons? Not my specialty." She pulls a strange, harpoon-like weapon off the wall, resting it over her shoulder. "These seem like fun to try out in the meantime, though. I think this one might shoot something? Only one way to find out." Pheore glares at her again, and the Le-Toa holds her hands up defensively. "Don't worry, don't worry, I'm headed upstairs!"
She shakes her head, grumbling to herself as she treks up the stairs.
“Just don’t aim at a wall.” Takua says following. “I doubt Pheore wants you to punch out a hole.”
IC: Pheore's voice follows after them, calling "Thank you!" up the stairs. Lync sighs again, rolling her eyes.
"Yes, of course I'm not putting a hole in the wall. What, is this my first time on the firing range?" She tosses the chain weapon aside, calling the winds with a sweep of her hand. Across the room, hanging targets slide into place, blown by the winds at her command. She turns over the harpoon weapon in her hand, examining it closely.
"So, do you prefer making guns or shooting them?" she asks, fiddling with the handle.
“Just don’t aim at a wall.” Takua says following. “I doubt Pheore wants you to punch out a hole.”
IC: Pheore's voice follows after them, calling "Thank you!" up the stairs. Lync sighs again, rolling her eyes.
"Yes, of course I'm not putting a hole in the wall. What, is this my first time on the firing range?" She tosses the chain weapon aside, calling the winds with a sweep of her hand. Across the room, hanging targets slide into place, blown by the winds at her command. She turns over the harpoon weapon in her hand, examining it closely.
"So, do you prefer making guns or shooting them?" she asks, fiddling with the handle.
Takua lets a out a dry chuckle. “I don’t doubt you.”
“Making guns has always been therapeutic. If my hands are idle for too long, memories of the arena start to creep in. Is it irony that making things that can kill soothe me? Probably.”
“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: Pheore's voice follows after them, calling "Thank you!" up the stairs. Lync sighs again, rolling her eyes.
"Yes, of course I'm not putting a hole in the wall. What, is this my first time on the firing range?" She tosses the chain weapon aside, calling the winds with a sweep of her hand. Across the room, hanging targets slide into place, blown by the winds at her command. She turns over the harpoon weapon in her hand, examining it closely.
"So, do you prefer making guns or shooting them?" she asks, fiddling with the handle.
Takua lets a out a dry chuckle. “I don’t doubt you.”
“Making guns has always been therapeutic. If my hands are idle for too long, memories of the arena start to creep in. Is it irony that making things that can kill soothe me? Probably.”
IC: Lync chuckles, bringing the weapon up into firing position. She grips it in both hands, leaning her head to aim down the line of the harpoon. "Yeah, that's some top-tier irony. But hey, if it makes you feel better, it is what you is." She fires, a laser of yellow energy springing from the tip of the harpoon. It lances across the room, striking just off-center on the target. She pulls the gun down, examining it once more.
"Hey, my job is to fight people, yours is to make the tools that do it; I'm not gonna judge that." She pulls the harpoon up again, firing and hitting the target dead-center.
Takua lets a out a dry chuckle. “I don’t doubt you.”
“Making guns has always been therapeutic. If my hands are idle for too long, memories of the arena start to creep in. Is it irony that making things that can kill soothe me? Probably.”
IC: Lync chuckles, bringing the weapon up into firing position. She grips it in both hands, leaning her head to aim down the line of the harpoon. "Yeah, that's some top-tier irony. But hey, if it makes you feel better, it is what you is." She fires, a laser of yellow energy springing from the tip of the harpoon. It lances across the room, striking just off-center on the target. She pulls the gun down, examining it once more.
"Hey, my job is to fight people, yours is to make the tools that do it; I'm not gonna judge that." She pulls the harpoon up again, firing and hitting the target dead-center.
Takua watches the weapon, trying to dissect it with his eyes. “I appreciate that.”
“What about you? What do you do between missions?”
“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: Rahzahkea folds his hands and does a few turns to make sure he can take in the surroundings. His eyes flit with particular care over the weapons arrayed before them, and the display boards showing different scenes on them. His gaze drifts over to the maps as he finally speaks. His voice is somber, focused, with just a hint of strain behind it.
"Impressive as usual. The displays should be useful for coordinating action within the city grounds. The weapons appear usable, if basic." He holds out a hand, telekinetically lifting a short spear from the rack and spinning it a few times to examine it. The Toa gestures and the weapon returns to its place on the rack. "A faster method of transport between here and topside would be optimal. But that can be arranged at a later date, you've already proven Nekra's usefulness in this regard."
"This will suffice," he says, though his gaze and voice appear equally distant. The Toa's thoughts are elsewhere.
IC: Syreio's attention flits between the different Toa, unsure of where to start. She exchanges a glance with Pheore, who motions to Rahzahkea.
The Vortixx follows Rahzahkea, nodding as he speaks. "Well, if you're unfamiliar with use of a Suva, Toa Rahzahkea, you can use it to transport weapons as well. As soon as you're attuned to the structure you can dismiss weapons you're holding to the Suva, and recall them at will."
"And if you're unimpressed with the weapons, well..." She steps away, searching through an adjacent rack. "Ah, here it is! Of course we filled the ranks with your usual suspects, but I put in some requests for a few more specialized designs." She pulls from the rack a long, polearm weapon. She offers it to Rahzahkea.
IC: Rahzahkea takes the polearm and nods his thanks. "An interesting offering. What distinguishes this one from its counterparts?" He twirls the spear in one hand and examines it thoroughly. "Intricate design. What is it constructed out of?"
"We're Toa. Nature is our weapon." - Rahzahkea
"You. No matter what spell you were under, this was your doing. Remember that". - K̞͍̗͚̘a̶g̰̥e̳̦̞̝̻̕
IC: Syreio's attention flits between the different Toa, unsure of where to start. She exchanges a glance with Pheore, who motions to Rahzahkea.
The Vortixx follows Rahzahkea, nodding as he speaks. "Well, if you're unfamiliar with use of a Suva, Toa Rahzahkea, you can use it to transport weapons as well. As soon as you're attuned to the structure you can dismiss weapons you're holding to the Suva, and recall them at will."
"And if you're unimpressed with the weapons, well..." She steps away, searching through an adjacent rack. "Ah, here it is! Of course we filled the ranks with your usual suspects, but I put in some requests for a few more specialized designs." She pulls from the rack a long, polearm weapon. She offers it to Rahzahkea.
IC: Rahzahkea takes the polearm and nods his thanks. "An interesting offering. What distinguishes this one from its counterparts?" He twirls the spear in one hand and examines it thoroughly. "Intricate design. What is it constructed out of?"
IC: "Ah, protodermis interwoven with exsidian for the handle, pure exsidian in the blade. It helps with the balance, according to the smith I commissioned, and having a bit more flex to the core helps with the durability."
The weapon twirls easily in his hand, the spearhead counterbalanced by something else on the other side. The pole forks into a u-shaped claw, almost like a trident or bident but not nearly as sharp. "Of course you have your standard spear tip, but the other end is a catcher claw, designed for catching onto... well, anything you wanted. Enemy weapons, legs, perhaps an object of interest flying overhead - the claw is imbued with just a touch of elemental magnetism to help out. Just focus on it, the way you would a Kanohi, and it'll activate. It's not too strong - not enough to grab things over range, for instance- but it should prove plenty useful." She smiles with pride.
IC: Lync chuckles, bringing the weapon up into firing position. She grips it in both hands, leaning her head to aim down the line of the harpoon. "Yeah, that's some top-tier irony. But hey, if it makes you feel better, it is what you is." She fires, a laser of yellow energy springing from the tip of the harpoon. It lances across the room, striking just off-center on the target. She pulls the gun down, examining it once more.
"Hey, my job is to fight people, yours is to make the tools that do it; I'm not gonna judge that." She pulls the harpoon up again, firing and hitting the target dead-center.
Takua watches the weapon, trying to dissect it with his eyes. “I appreciate that.”
“What about you? What do you do between missions?”
IC: Lync keeps the harpoon in position, boring a hole through the target with her eyes. She fires - once, twice, three times. Each shot goes through a different target, burning a hole through the center.
"Honestly?" she asks, not putting the weapon down. "Not a lot of 'between missions.' I take a day or two to recover, check in with Tathel, Kinaki or Bhadra if they're around. Then I'm off again. The Wastes are big, I'm small - not a lot of time to waste." She fires again, hitting another target.
Vezon groans and rolls out of his sleeping cot as Zhiode projects her mental message out into the camp, angrily rubbing sleep out of his eyes. His thoughts are foggy, and his head is killing him, but he can just about remember that the person transmitting the message is somebody he'd do well to listen to. As he clambers to his feet and begins to trudge out of his tent towards the perimeter of Atero, the addled half-Skakdi tries to piece together what exactly had happened last night.
Tensions had been high among the Storm Legion, and so Vezon had offered drink and good cheer to his fellows in these trying times. However, most of what he could remember was drinking all the Thornax spirits himself and singing half-remembered renditions of old Skakdi war songs horrendously out of tune. Still, he'd had a pretty good time, and with his fickle theory of mind could only assume that the others had had a good time too.
Eventually, Vezon gathers with the other warriors outside the walls, and does his best to stand at attention and salute, squinting in the harsh desert sun and silently cursing his lack of alcohol tolerance.
IC: Twelve claps Vezon on the shoulder as he passes by. "Still recovering, I see?"
"Recovering is generous, I think I'm getting worse..." The half-Skakdi groans, squeezing his eyes shut and rubbing his face with his non-saluting hand.
Muhahhahahahaa... AAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! -A fun night out at the apocalypse
IC: Twelve claps Vezon on the shoulder as he passes by. "Still recovering, I see?"
"Recovering is generous, I think I'm getting worse..." The half-Skakdi groans, squeezing his eyes shut and rubbing his face with his non-saluting hand.
IC: Twelve waves a hand, throwing a bit of shade over Vezon's eyes. "Well, that's no good. From the sound of it, you're a star of the show today; Borom will want you in top condition."
Takua watches the weapon, trying to dissect it with his eyes. “I appreciate that.”
“What about you? What do you do between missions?”
IC: Lync keeps the harpoon in position, boring a hole through the target with her eyes. She fires - once, twice, three times. Each shot goes through a different target, burning a hole through the center.
"Honestly?" she asks, not putting the weapon down. "Not a lot of 'between missions.' I take a day or two to recover, check in with Tathel, Kinaki or Bhadra if they're around. Then I'm off again. The Wastes are big, I'm small - not a lot of time to waste." She fires again, hitting another target.
“What do you look for out there? Heard any interesting rumors?”
“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.”