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IC: Faxova stared blankly back at Teveren for a long, long moment. "Watchman," she says at last. "I drove off...strange things from the edges of the village and helped resolve conflicts between those that lived here." She waves absently toward the buildings around and beyond them. "Nothing spectacular. But I can heft a spear. And bury it in whatever ugly things might oppose us down there."
Faxova leaves out anything else; like the fact whatever things lurk down there are so vast that her spear will more resemble a toothpick than a weapon. Or the fact that she hasn't fought something intelligent in about a hundred years, normally something she'd thank Mata Nui for but in this case not so.
IC: “Ooh, a warrior!” Now it’s Teveren’s turn to get uncomfortably close to Faxova. Her telescope eye spirals open to get a good look at her. “You must have terrific stories. You should tell them!” There’s something off-putting about her fascination and energy.
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IC: Faxova stared blankly back at Teveren for a long, long moment. "Watchman," she says at last. "I drove off...strange things from the edges of the village and helped resolve conflicts between those that lived here." She waves absently toward the buildings around and beyond them. "Nothing spectacular. But I can heft a spear. And bury it in whatever ugly things might oppose us down there."
Faxova leaves out anything else; like the fact whatever things lurk down there are so vast that her spear will more resemble a toothpick than a weapon. Or the fact that she hasn't fought something intelligent in about a hundred years, normally something she'd thank Mata Nui for but in this case not so.
IC: “Ooh, a warrior!” Now it’s Teveren’s turn to get uncomfortably close to Faxova. Her telescope eye spirals open to get a good look at her. “You must have terrific stories. You should tell them!” There’s something off-putting about her fascination and energy.
IC: Doxthu cocks his head to face Teveren, with a concerned look on his face. "You ask a kinsmen of battle to tell less than glorious tales of them, if they could even be called glorious. That's a very foolish thing to do outright and so openly to one that you just met, oh sister of mine."
IC: “Ooh, a warrior!” Now it’s Teveren’s turn to get uncomfortably close to Faxova. Her telescope eye spirals open to get a good look at her. “You must have terrific stories. You should tell them!” There’s something off-putting about her fascination and energy.
IC: Doxthu cocks his head to face Teveren, with a concerned look on his face. "You ask a kinsmen of battle to tell less than glorious tales of them, if they could even be called glorious. That's a very foolish thing to do outright and so openly to one that you just met, oh sister of mine."
IC: Faxova's height and deathly disposition do not prepare her for Teveren's counter-personal-space-invasion. She doesn't quite flee but leans so far back it looks like she's about to fall over. And still, it takes about a full ten seconds before she manages to actually reply. "Maybe...a little later. We have to organize and then we have..."
To actually go into the swamp, a nasty voice reminds her. Down with all the awful things. Do you ever wonder, how many bodies there are down there?
"-to prepare to go down," she finishes lamely, blinking rapidly.
Behind them, Resh fails to stop himself from giggling at least a bit. He straightens and falls quiet again, glancing past the little assembly at the front and toward the councillors. "Right then-let's assume this whole thing with mutants isn't true, for just a moment. This great big glorious airship of yours-" He folds his arms and tilts his head to one side, the picture of skepticism. "-is it gonna carry everyone out of here? Or just some of us?"
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IC: "Salvation for all our brothers and sisters!" Teveren cheers, throwing both fists in the air. "That's my mission anyway. I say we go pick out some Bohrok and get to work!"
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Post by thelegoroleplayer on Nov 21, 2022 18:10:18 GMT -6
"A great idea," the Po-Matoran pipped up. "How about you all go now and gather what supplies you require."
Radiak, looking very displeased at their leader, follows up in a louder voice. "When you're ready, met up at center village, sector 8 cliff edge. Tell any of the others you're on the mission, they should give you what you need. Oh, and if you want to know about what possible creatures await, Kirop thinks he has a lead. He should be in Mahri Kofo."
"A great idea," the Po-Matoran pipped up. "How about you all go now and gather what supplies you require."
Radiak, looking very displeased at their leader, follows up in a louder voice. "When you're ready, met up at center village, sector 8 cliff edge. Tell any of the others you're on the mission, they should give you what you need. Oh, and if you want to know about what possible creatures await, Kirop thinks he has a lead. He should be in Mahri Kofo."
IC: Resh, if anything, looks surprised by the councillors' words, something he hasn't been since the meeting started. He stammers for a reply, something witting and biting, but Radiak speaks and the crowd starts mumbling loudly and petering off. He falls silent, and makes to leave. The Bo-Matoran takes a moment to glance toward the front again and memorize the faces there. We'll see, he thinks to himself as he trudges off. We'll see.
Almost unconsciously, he finds himself walking toward Mahri Kofo, keeping an eye out for Kirop.
Faxova, for a moment, looks like she's almost on the verge of cheering. Teveren mentions Bohrok and her cheer fades, though she lapses into constructive thoughts. By the time she's actually walking away, her mind is turning over and over, trying to connect dots to form a plan.
By the time she's actually left the meeting, she's made up her mind, and the Av-Toran seeks out Irusi (if she is actually here, still). And if not, well. Faxova's lived here long enough. She knows where most of the people stay.
"A great idea," the Po-Matoran pipped up. "How about you all go now and gather what supplies you require."
Radiak, looking very displeased at their leader, follows up in a louder voice. "When you're ready, met up at center village, sector 8 cliff edge. Tell any of the others you're on the mission, they should give you what you need. Oh, and if you want to know about what possible creatures await, Kirop thinks he has a lead. He should be in Mahri Kofo."
IC: Resh, if anything, looks surprised by the councillors' words, something he hasn't been since the meeting started. He stammers for a reply, something witting and biting, but Radiak speaks and the crowd starts mumbling loudly and petering off. He falls silent, and makes to leave. The Bo-Matoran takes a moment to glance toward the front again and memorize the faces there. We'll see, he thinks to himself as he trudges off. We'll see.
Almost unconsciously, he finds himself walking toward Mahri Kofo, keeping an eye out for Kirop.
Faxova, for a moment, looks like she's almost on the verge of cheering. Teveren mentions Bohrok and her cheer fades, though she lapses into constructive thoughts. By the time she's actually walking away, her mind is turning over and over, trying to connect dots to form a plan.
By the time she's actually left the meeting, she's made up her mind, and the Av-Toran seeks out Irusi (if she is actually here, still). And if not, well. Faxova's lived here long enough. She knows where most of the people stay.
IC: Irusí is indeed still there, hovering quietly at the edge of the group. She's facing them, but she looks distracted. If she notices Faxova, she doesn't react.
IC: Resh, if anything, looks surprised by the councillors' words, something he hasn't been since the meeting started. He stammers for a reply, something witting and biting, but Radiak speaks and the crowd starts mumbling loudly and petering off. He falls silent, and makes to leave. The Bo-Matoran takes a moment to glance toward the front again and memorize the faces there. We'll see, he thinks to himself as he trudges off. We'll see.
Almost unconsciously, he finds himself walking toward Mahri Kofo, keeping an eye out for Kirop.
Faxova, for a moment, looks like she's almost on the verge of cheering. Teveren mentions Bohrok and her cheer fades, though she lapses into constructive thoughts. By the time she's actually walking away, her mind is turning over and over, trying to connect dots to form a plan.
By the time she's actually left the meeting, she's made up her mind, and the Av-Toran seeks out Irusi (if she is actually here, still). And if not, well. Faxova's lived here long enough. She knows where most of the people stay.
IC: Irusí is indeed still there, hovering quietly at the edge of the group. She's facing them, but she looks distracted. If she notices Faxova, she doesn't react.
IC: Faxova approaches her, as nonthreatening as possible. "Irusí. A word?"
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"You. No matter what spell you were under, this was your doing. Remember that". - K̞͍̗͚̘a̶g̰̥e̳̦̞̝̻̕
"A great idea," the Po-Matoran pipped up. "How about you all go now and gather what supplies you require."
Radiak, looking very displeased at their leader, follows up in a louder voice. "When you're ready, met up at center village, sector 8 cliff edge. Tell any of the others you're on the mission, they should give you what you need. Oh, and if you want to know about what possible creatures await, Kirop thinks he has a lead. He should be in Mahri Kofo."
Without another word, the Onu-Matoran hurried off, intent on returning to his home. His tools - picks, chisels, analyzing devices, and the like - would certainly come in handy. Not only would he be able to help extract whatever ores or gems they find, he would also be able to help locate them. Is this what importance feels like? he wondered as a small smile appeared on his face.
IC: Irusí is indeed still there, hovering quietly at the edge of the group. She's facing them, but she looks distracted. If she notices Faxova, she doesn't react.
IC: Faxova approaches her, as nonthreatening as possible. "Irusí. A word?"
IC: She jumps, quickly trying to regain her composure and hide how startled she is. "Oh, Faxova, right? Sorry, didn't see you there. What can I help you with?"
IC: Faxova approaches her, as nonthreatening as possible. "Irusí. A word?"
IC: She jumps, quickly trying to regain her composure and hide how startled she is. "Oh, Faxova, right? Sorry, didn't see you there. What can I help you with?"
IC: Faxova looks over Irusi once, twice, and then finally speaks. "More people than I hoped decided to volunteer for this-"
fools errand
"-necessary mission," the Matoran says. "We'll need to sort specialties and roles of course, but something more pressing is needed before that. A way to organize the team and direct them."
"We're Toa. Nature is our weapon." - Rahzahkea
"You. No matter what spell you were under, this was your doing. Remember that". - K̞͍̗͚̘a̶g̰̥e̳̦̞̝̻̕
IC: She jumps, quickly trying to regain her composure and hide how startled she is. "Oh, Faxova, right? Sorry, didn't see you there. What can I help you with?"
IC: Faxova looks over Irusi once, twice, and then finally speaks. "More people than I hoped decided to volunteer for this-"
fools errand
"-necessary mission," the Matoran says. "We'll need to sort specialties and roles of course, but something more pressing is needed before that. A way to organize the team and direct them."
IC: "So you're saying you need a leader?" She raises an eyebrow.
IC: Faxova looks over Irusi once, twice, and then finally speaks. "More people than I hoped decided to volunteer for this-"
fools errand
"-necessary mission," the Matoran says. "We'll need to sort specialties and roles of course, but something more pressing is needed before that. A way to organize the team and direct them."
IC: "So you're saying you need a leader?" She raises an eyebrow.
IC: "Yes," Faxova says simply. "Someone people trust, and can look to for encouragement as well as direction. You try to be that person." She blinks slowly and pauses a moment before continuing. "You are better at it than I am. You volunteered first, even. I just stood there like a stone for too long."
*
Resh continues to look for Kirop, gruffly asking anyone who's not moving away from him, and making sure to turn over every rock in his pursuit.
"We're Toa. Nature is our weapon." - Rahzahkea
"You. No matter what spell you were under, this was your doing. Remember that". - K̞͍̗͚̘a̶g̰̥e̳̦̞̝̻̕
Resh continues to look for Kirop, gruffly asking anyone who's not moving away from him, and making sure to turn over every rock in his pursuit.
The city that was Mahri Nui, while never as impressive as the legendary Metru Nui, was far from its heyday. It may have been more crude than the Koros of Mata Nui, but even with limited resources and crippled bodies, if the exiled Matoran above could see what became of their final refuge they would weep. Structures had massive cracks and gashes, kept together by forcing vines to grow like a vice. If not glued in place by time, some look weak enough that if the plants were cut that another whole section would fall into the swamps below. In spite of this, there was no rubble to be found as the Matoran recycled every piece of material they could.
For gaps too large to even attempt repair, with plants or otherwise, became new doorways. Some with piles of plant matter beneath to soften jumps. Yet in spite of everything, the city's main entrance still remained and served as the main entry point. It's symbol still hanging above, trying to keep up its old inhabitant's optimism.
The interiors of the city's buildings were dark, often the only light coming from the plants holding the walls. There was the occasional Lightstone or two, but even these were mere fragments as the larger chunks were taken. Though it wouldn't take too long for Resh or anyone else to find Kirop. He was known to hang out in the classrooms and pretty much anyone asked would point one to there.
When found, Kirop is sitting with a pile of tablets, writing down some notes. He doesn't seem to notice Resh at first, seemingly caught up in his work, but if not spoken to after a couple seconds he asks how he could be of assistance.
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IC: "So you're saying you need a leader?" She raises an eyebrow.
IC: "Yes," Faxova says simply. "Someone people trust, and can look to for encouragement as well as direction. You try to be that person." She blinks slowly and pauses a moment before continuing. "You are better at it than I am. You volunteered first, even. I just stood there like a stone for too long."
*
Resh continues to look for Kirop, gruffly asking anyone who's not moving away from him, and making sure to turn over every rock in his pursuit.
IC: “I like your plan Faxova! Irusi’s the natural choice! I’ll never forget how she helped me fix my neighbor’s ScareRahi after I, uh…” Teveren decides not to elaborate and walks away from the duo in a random direction.
Come! Come and listen, my friends. Listen as I regale you with the next chapter in the legend of the Bionicle.
Resh continues to look for Kirop, gruffly asking anyone who's not moving away from him, and making sure to turn over every rock in his pursuit.
The city that was Mahri Nui, while never as impressive as the legendary Metru Nui, was far from its heyday. It may have been more crude than the Koros of Mata Nui, but even with limited resources and crippled bodies, if the exiled Matoran above could see what became of their final refuge they would weep. Structures had massive cracks and gashes, kept together by forcing vines to grow like a vice. If not glued in place by time, some look weak enough that if the plants were cut that another whole section would fall into the swamps below. In spite of this, there was no rubble to be found as the Matoran recycled every piece of material they could.
For gaps too large to even attempt repair, with plants or otherwise, became new doorways. Some with piles of plant matter beneath to soften jumps. Yet in spite of everything, the city's main entrance still remained and served as the main entry point. It's symbol still hanging above, trying to keep up its old inhabitant's optimism.
The interiors of the city's buildings were dark, often the only light coming from the plants holding the walls. There was the occasional Lightstone or two, but even these were mere fragments as the larger chunks were taken. Though it wouldn't take too long for Resh or anyone else to find Kirop. He was known to hang out in the classrooms and pretty much anyone asked would point one to there.
When found, Kirop is sitting with a pile of tablets, writing down some notes. He doesn't seem to notice Resh at first, seemingly caught up in his work, but if not spoken to after a couple seconds he asks how he could be of assistance.
IC: Even though his former city was in ruins, Doxthu still couldn't help but have a slight smile on his face has he made his way through the streets of Mahri Nui once again. He rarely visited the main city nowadays, as he knew that it would be better for everyone's spirits if he kept his form hidden away, however this was not the time to care for the options of those passing by.
When he found his way into the classroom that Kirop was in, he perked up. "Ah, dear brother Kirop. I hear that you have come upon some valuable information needed to carry out th... the mission." The sense of cheer is his voice cut off sharply at the end of his greeting.
Oh the joys of role playing and writing, lots of writing, and having terrible spelling.
The city that was Mahri Nui, while never as impressive as the legendary Metru Nui, was far from its heyday. It may have been more crude than the Koros of Mata Nui, but even with limited resources and crippled bodies, if the exiled Matoran above could see what became of their final refuge they would weep. Structures had massive cracks and gashes, kept together by forcing vines to grow like a vice. If not glued in place by time, some look weak enough that if the plants were cut that another whole section would fall into the swamps below. In spite of this, there was no rubble to be found as the Matoran recycled every piece of material they could.
For gaps too large to even attempt repair, with plants or otherwise, became new doorways. Some with piles of plant matter beneath to soften jumps. Yet in spite of everything, the city's main entrance still remained and served as the main entry point. It's symbol still hanging above, trying to keep up its old inhabitant's optimism.
The interiors of the city's buildings were dark, often the only light coming from the plants holding the walls. There was the occasional Lightstone or two, but even these were mere fragments as the larger chunks were taken. Though it wouldn't take too long for Resh or anyone else to find Kirop. He was known to hang out in the classrooms and pretty much anyone asked would point one to there.
When found, Kirop is sitting with a pile of tablets, writing down some notes. He doesn't seem to notice Resh at first, seemingly caught up in his work, but if not spoken to after a couple seconds he asks how he could be of assistance.
IC: Even though his former city was in ruins, Doxthu still couldn't help but have a slight smile on his face has he made his way through the streets of Mahri Nui once again. He rarely visited the main city nowadays, as he knew that it would be better for everyone's spirits if he kept his form hidden away, however this was not the time to care for the options of those passing by.
When he found his way into the classroom that Kirop was in, he perked up. "Ah, dear brother Kirop. I hear that you have come upon some valuable information needed to carry out th... the mission." The sense of cheer is his voice cut off sharply at the end of his greeting.
IC: Resh eyes Doxthu and steps a few meters away before remembering he came here for Kirop. "Yeah, heard you were the one to talk to about monsters. So, old man, what horrors wait below?"
IC: "Yes," Faxova says simply. "Someone people trust, and can look to for encouragement as well as direction. You try to be that person." She blinks slowly and pauses a moment before continuing. "You are better at it than I am. You volunteered first, even. I just stood there like a stone for too long."
*
Resh continues to look for Kirop, gruffly asking anyone who's not moving away from him, and making sure to turn over every rock in his pursuit.
IC: “I like your plan Faxova! Irusi’s the natural choice! I’ll never forget how she helped me fix my neighbor’s ScareRahi after I, uh…” Teveren decides not to elaborate and walks away from the duo in a random direction.
IC: Faxova stares blankly at Teveren as she walks away, and then glances back at Irusi. "You appear to be a leader. Or, if not, you can mimic one sufficiently. Are you willing?"
Post by thelegoroleplayer on Dec 1, 2022 11:34:52 GMT -6
Kirop doesn't look up from his texts until Resh insulted him, giving a confused yet nasty look.
"Old," he muttered and then spoke at a reasonable volume. "Surprised you're on it Doxthu, would have thought that - well never mind, seems you'll need much help if you're going down with Takea-bones here."
He sets one of the tablets down, fumbles around a stack to his right, picking one from near center.
"Most of the known threats are Rahi or creatures that fell from above - mutant crabs and insects. But from recent reports, I believe I discovered their ringleader - or leaders I should say. Ehlek, an old warlord that was supposedly executed by the Makuta. He's got more spines than the stories say, but he's handled mutation well if it is him. And if he's alive and down there, the rest of the Barraki might be as well. It explains why the Rahi swarms always seemed so coordinated.
So we have more than beasts to worry about, we have intelligent beings that almost conquered the universe."
Onduc finds that no one stops him from getting to his house and collecting his things. If he wanted, he could stop by a nearby warehouse to collect extra things. Or if that's all he needs and heads to the meeting place, he may just run into a few Matoran carefully trying to transport some new device to the same spot.
For any of the others, they could do a number of things in the meantime. Be it gathering equipment, chatting with other Matoran in the area and maybe give goodbyes, or waiting for the others to arrive at the starting place.