Virtual Reality

OOC:

The Legendary Skar wrote:IC Yghari:

Yghari came out of nowhere, he leaped over the top of someone's head from a tall branch, landing on a tree root nearby him. He turned to face the player quickly, but kept his weapon down, "Who are you?" he asked quickly, hand held firm on the grip of his double bladed sword.

OOC: That's Hukki.

-Yghari

IC: Hukki's head rose from below the surface of the muck with a mighty squelch, a spiked electric-green Elda wreathed in water-weed and mud making it appear as some creature of the swamp. He regarded Yghari with a gentle smile that conflicted with his spined face and demonic appearance. "Mr. Iridacea is correct," he said, looking directly at the Toa of Lightning. "My friend and I were just having a duel when you arrived," stated the member of Ehlek's species, looking back at Yghari. "Would you mind leaving us to finish it?," asked the warrior with surprising politeness for one of his appearance.

The bog snakes were coming soon besides, he knew. Which would add a fairly interesting element to the duel, perhaps even causing it to finish. It was a rejuvenating duel at least, if not one that he found to have an wholly likeable opponent in.

IC: Upon seeing Yghari leave, Hukki simply smiled and, grabbing onto either side of the hole, flew out-

-Lunging-

-Thumbs extended-

-Towards his foe, attempting to slip over his guard and stab him through the throat as his other hand spun to unravel its fundo. With Iridacea sitting with his back up to a tree and with the length of his sword basically neutralized at such close range, there was little he could do to block and counterattack effectively.

Luuvei acknowledged the presence of the shimmering and suddenly reappearing player with the barest of nods as he lunged under a claw swipe to deliver a swift chop to the Rahi's legs. If there was another guy here, then he'd have to save as much vibration for after this fight as possible.

Flowing as water does over rocks, he percolated through an elegant series of steps, whipping and rattling with lightning speed when attacked; not with jerky automated lunges, rather, each of his movements possessed an unmatched and wholly organic grace. There was no pause between attacking and defending for Luuvei; they succeeded and seceded, ebbing and flowing in a continuous cycle. Time held no meaning; the sun and moon did not move as they gazed down at that being who was at that moment quite literally a martial artist, in both senses of the word.

It may have felt like time stopped, but it felt like only a second later than when he had first detected the beat that Luuvei realized he was standing, surrounded by the bodies of five incapacitated Frostelus. He peered at them to make sure it wasn't a dream and they were really down. How had he defeated them? He couldn't remember. A chop to the neck to force their armor back onto their windpipe? A one-fingered strike to the eyes? A Rhotuka that glided overhead purposely to strike another?

At that moment, Luuvei wasn't sure. But then again, how long had it been since he had needed to fight without vibration?

Leaving the question unanswered, he suddenly remembered the player behind him and turned. Does he want to fight, or to ally? Settling into ready position, hands opened moderately and nearly perpendicular to his body as he stood with one foot slightly behind the other, Luuvei waited to see what the mysterious man in the jumpsuit would do, face questioning.

OOC:

IC: [Iridacea]

Turning intangible when he saw Hukki lunge out of the water, he leapt off of his perch and onto a different tree, leaving Hukki to stab through him and into the tree. Turning tangible again, he readied his sword, saying "Gosh, Hukki, can't you even wait a couple seconds for me to get ready again?"

IC: [One]

I must fight, thought One. It is the only way to become strong enough for my final duty as a Silent One. Since One had no means to communicate, he simply stood, feet shoulder-length apart, and lifted his right arm to shoulder-length, perpendicular to his body.

Suddenly, a purple glow filled the area around his hand, and a glowing lavender scythe formed in One's hand. He stepped back into a low stance, the arm holding his scythe pointing straight behind him.

I think I made myself clear, thought One.

IC: Hukki simply smiled his signature gentle smile and retracted the blade. Then, turning, he leapt towards his foe, using the power generated from the leap to swing his right kusari-fundo up towards Iridacea's arm as the same thumb popped out, ready to stab.

Luuvei watched carefully. So he can generate matter, huh? And apparently not out of iron, noted the artist with some interest beyond what was perhaps necessary, glancing at the glowing weapon. As well, he can teleport. Who-or more appropiately-what is this guy?

I'll just have to watch out, supposed he with a degree of resignation. Especially for that suit-people don't wear clothes without reason. And that reason is definitely not to encumber the body, he knew. In any case, I'll use some standard maneuvers to figure out what he can do, then when I have him figured out, one-shot him.

Although Luuvei's style was by nature characterized by its flowing movement, rattling lunges and opened fists, that wasn't all he was limited to. He did have a basic knowledge of closed-fist martial arts, which was nothing compared to the real thing, but still enough to get him by. So charging in a right-angle sprint, he made his way towards the guy in the jumpsuit.

OOC: Yeah, I am going to edit in that he knows the basics of closed-fist styles. It perhaps should be assumed as he is an expert martial artist that he had a passable degree of training in other styles, but it's still extrapolation which can be quite necessary.

IC (Waiting Room):

This was it. This was the Virtual Reality she'd heard about in the outside world from friends (or, rather, trading partners, not friends). Thus far, it didn't look that impressive -- after all, anyone could build a large, blank, white-walled room with tons of chairs -- but Arvina knew looks could be deceiving.

After all, the Vortixx's home island, Xia, was covered in smog. Yet it housed some of the most technologically-impressive creations in the Matoran Universe.

Arvina had brought some of that with her. She lifted her right arm. Grasped tightly in her right hand was a spear, plugged into the solar-powered attachment on her right wrist that was surely absorbing a ton of power from the strong white lights in this room.

She ran her fingers over the controls. Magnetic harpoon... check. Energy blaster... check. The cable that led to her spear was connected all the way, but she double-checked anyway.

Then she looked back up and cast her gaze around the room. The bright lights hurt her eyes a bit, but she didn't flinch. You'll get used to it, she told herself. Suck it up!

Her spear struck the floor with an annoyed thump as she looked around herself for some sort of map.

OOC: Open for interaction.

IC (Waiting Room):

Suddenly Arvina felt someone.

She hadn't seen him or heard him, hadn't even touched him, but somehow she knew someone had come. What was it? -- a near-invisible flash or perhaps a sudden warping of space?

Either way she knew which direction to turn: to the right, about one hundred degrees; the new arrival had appeared just beyond her peripheral vision. Framed by the white walls, a Toa stood there, glancing around himself.

Toa, she thought, as if trying the word out. Yet she already knew its meaning: Blech.

At least, that was its meaning to the Vortixx. Toa, with their rules and regulations, harmed business. It was doubtful this particular Toa would be any different.

Nevertheless, Arvina needed help. Curling her lip in a way only a Vortixx could, she took disdainful steps toward him.

"Excuse me," she said when she was about two meters from the Toa, her tone suggesting rather hollow politeness. "Might you know where a map of Virtual Reality would be?"

IC (Waiting Room):

"You're a Toa." Arvina turned on her heels in annoyance, saying over her shoulder, "I'm a Vortixx. As far as I'm concerned I need know nothing else about you. All Toa are the same."

OOC: In Star Wars, a lot of anti-Jedi people say all Jedi are the same. Yay, references!

IC (Waiting Room):

Arvina stopped but did not turn around; she didn't want the Toa to see her rolling her eyes. But then again the action probably came through in her tone. Oh well.

"Crime," she said, enunciating every syllable like she was talking to one of those stupid Steltians, "doesn't make you 'cool' like you seem to think it does." She started walking again, not even bothering to glance back. She knew the rules of Virtual Reality: If you tried to fight in the Waiting Room, you would lose five lives. Castor could do nothing to her.

But then again... he might follow her. Well, that wouldn't be too much of a trouble, she thought, hefting her spear, testing its weight. No, it wouldn't be a trouble at all.

Nevertheless, she made sure to position herself so her body was between the Toa and the map.

It wasn't at all like a conventional map. There was still color-coding beneath the white sheen of reflected light, but rather than all the lands being jumbled together they were separate, like floor plans. There was the green Swamp, the purple Mountain--

Hiria. A jungle, but of a different sort: a concrete sort.

Just up my alley, thought Arvina with a grin.

She turned around and gave the Toa a little wave that (hopefully) came across as condescending. Then she hit a button on her communicator--

A flash. Disorientation. Gravity -- gone. A million jagged emotions fitting together like damaged puzzle pieces.

All this occured in a split-second. All this was ignored by the Vortixx. It was nothing.

Her feet hit the ground. A second later Arvina felt the welcome pull of gravity on her body. She straightened. Gone were the harsh white lights of the Waiting Room; hello, damaged buildings and metal-and-concrete walls.

Really, Arvina reflected, Hiria wasn't much different than the poorer areas of Xia.

IC (Hiria):

It was quiet here. Arvina half-retracted her earlier thought; no, this wasn't quite like the poorer areas of Xia: There were no black market drug dealers -- probably intoxicated themselves -- shouting to you in what they surely thought was subtle code. "Bite-size happies", after all, couldn't be anything other than illegal drugs.

The silence pressed down upon the Vortixx's audio receptors like no loud noise ever could. Her footsteps sounded unnaturally loud, echoing off the half-standing metal walls. She stepped over a small pile of rubble and looked upwards to a cloudy sky that echoed the ruined city's mood: gloomy. Dim. Dead.

A clatter sounded.

She spun, raising her spear up to her shoulder, ready to swing--

It was a few rocks that rolled down a piece of metal tiltled against a stone wall, now tumbling down, now hitting the ground and coming to a rest. Silence again reigned.

"You can't scare me," she said to no one, and continued on.

The maze of buildings would have been confusing to anyone but her -- and, she supposed, other Xians. She was used to finding her way through identical intersections while bustling crows raged around her like stormy waters. With no distractions and plenty of landmarks, navigating Hiria was even easier.

She rounded a corner; more ruins met her eye. This must have been fantastic when it was together, she thought. Then she checked. But this is supposed to be virtual... isn't it?

Most of the houses' front walls thus far were caved in, but ahead of Arvina more intact dwellings crowded the sides of the lane. She made her way to the second on the right, a tall one that stretched at least six stories up and whose door was warped enough for the Vortixx to see the shadows behind it. Cautiously she walked to the door, rolling her feet from heel to toe to make less noise. She took up a position beside the door, waited a second, and then spun, slamming into the door to push it open.

She fell backwards, stunned. The door hadn't even budged.

Standing up, she took a good, long look at the door before grabbing its handle and pulling.

With a metallic groan almost like a grunt, it came open without much effort.

Thank goodness, she thought, this city was empty.

She stepped inside and stood there for a long moment, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness. A quiet minute passed. Now she could see more clearly a stairway, formerly a faint outline in the dark. From the bottom step she looked up and saw the stairway lit just a flight up.

So she began to climb.

IC (Hiria):

Up six flights of stairs Arvina went. Here and there dim light would flood out of a crack in a wall or a window, allowing the Vortixx to catch her bearings. A couple times she could have sworn she heard something scurry through one of the rooms; once she thought something long and metallic rubbed against her arm, but when she reached her hand out to grab whatever it was it disappeared into the shadows.

It seemed an eternity before she reached the topmost room.

She blinked with surprise in the sudden light.

The roof was gone, only a few damaged walls marking the room's barriers, doing nothing to stop the chilling wind from seeping into the room, drawing all heat from Arvina's body. She immediately crouched -- there was no telling what might be out there, waiting to pick her off from a distance. Maybe Rahi. She didn't like Rahi, not at all.

Still crouching, she clambered slowly up a pile of rubble that stood at the edge of the floor. The rocks beneath her slid dangerously easily -- Don't fall, darn it! she thought angrily, moving slower now, more carefully. Right hand, now right foot, now left foot.

Relief came as she reached the top, then fled her again when she saw the massive drop before her. Muttering a few choice words to the wind she began to straighten up, keeping her legs bent and by extension her center of gravity low; her spear gripped tightly in her hands, she slowly began to look around herself.

No one. The city was empty, it seemed. Just as dead as it looked from the ground.

She frowned, resting her spear on her knees and placing her hands over it. Where was everyone?

IC (Hiria):

Arvina spun suddenly.

Nothing. The same as before.

But then, why had she felt a sudden tingling on the back of her neck, like someone -- or something -- was watching her?

The cloudy sky gazed down upon her relentlessly. She retreated down the pile of rubble, letting herself slide onto the ground. She nearly lost her balance as she landed and looked around again. I guess no one has seen me. Yet.

And then came the Lohrak.

She hadn't noticed the movement just beyond the edge of the pile of rubble, but now that movement erupted into sight, a sleek, two-meter-long body and three-meter-long tail that swung itself through the air as easily as if it were slipping through water, its wings beating furiously. It danced in midair before the Vortixx; she had the impression of looking at a giant, flying snake.

Then the Rahi slid to Arvina's right, its long tail wrapping around her arms. A "Gah!" was forced from her mouth as the tail tightened around her chest, squeezing the air out of her lungs.

At least she could still think the curses.

IC (Hiria):

Shots -- three distinct thuds -- the Lohrak fell to the ground, very much dead.

"What the...?"

She immediately fell to her hands and knees, looking around for the shooter. But no more shots came; and finally she gave up, standing back on her feet. Feeling slightly foolish, she raised a hand in the air and gave a little wave.

Then she made her way to the edge of the roof and knelt there, running her hand against the outside wall. Yes, she finally decided, it was metal. Lying down on her stomach, leaning out as far as she dared, she bent her right arm at an awkward angle and, with her left hand, pressed a button on her wrist attachment.

The harpoon came out; its magnetic tip struck against the metal, quivering. She tugged on the line. It held.

This would be scary, but Arvina didn't feel up to climbing back down all those stairs. At least this would be quicker.

Without hesitation she swung off the floor and onto thin air.

Der Blitzmann wrote:

Captain Marvel wrote:OOC:

IC: [Iridacea]

Turning intangible when he saw Hukki lunge out of the water, he leapt off of his perch and onto a different tree, leaving Hukki to stab through him and into the tree. Turning tangible again, he readied his sword, saying "Gosh, Hukki, can't you even wait a couple seconds for me to get ready again?"

IC: [One]

I must fight, thought One. It is the only way to become strong enough for my final duty as a Silent One. Since One had no means to communicate, he simply stood, feet shoulder-length apart, and lifted his right arm to shoulder-length, perpendicular to his body.

Suddenly, a purple glow filled the area around his hand, and a glowing lavender scythe formed in One's hand. He stepped back into a low stance, the arm holding his scythe pointing straight behind him.

I think I made myself clear, thought One.

IC: Hukki simply smiled his signature gentle smile and retracted the blade. Then, turning, he leapt towards his foe, using the power generated from the leap to swing his right kusari-fundo up towards Iridacea's arm as the same thumb popped out, ready to stab.

Luuvei watched carefully. So he can generate matter, huh? And apparently not out of iron, noted the artist with some interest beyond what was perhaps necessary, glancing at the glowing weapon. As well, he can teleport. Who-or more appropiately-what is this guy?

I'll just have to watch out, supposed he with a degree of resignation. Especially for that suit-people don't wear clothes without reason. And that reason is definitely not to encumber the body, he knew. In any case, I'll use some standard maneuvers to figure out what he can do, then when I have him figured out, one-shot him.

Although Luuvei's style was by nature characterized by its flowing movement, rattling lunges and opened fists, that wasn't all he was limited to. He did have a basic knowledge of closed-fist martial arts, which was nothing compared to the real thing, but still enough to get him by. So charging in a right-angle sprint, he made his way towards the guy in the jumpsuit.

OOC: Yeah, I am going to edit in that he knows the basics of closed-fist styles. It perhaps should be assumed as he is an expert martial artist that he had a passable degree of training in other styles, but it's still extrapolation which can be quite necessary.

IC: [Iridacea]

Realizing that he could erase Hukki's advantage in that of his range by destroying his weapon, Iridacea leapt forward so that the weight of the fundo was past him, and swung his rose-sword down, adding an electrical charge to it. It hit a chain link, and the chain link bent inward and broke on one side, leaving the far half of the kusari-fundo dangling.

OOC: Is it alright if I say he broke half of the chain link? I'll edit it if you think it's too much.

IC: [One]

As Luuvei was almost upon him, One suddenly propelled himself around Luuvei and to the back of him, shimmering for a second. Holding his scythe backhand, the blade pointing behind him, One slammed his scythe down sideways, aiming to deliver nothing more than a blunt stab to his opponent's back with the duller side of his scythe.

If One could have said "Hm," he would have.

OOC: I'm glad none of my characters are interacting with any other characters.

IC Yghari - Waiting Room>>Hiria:

Yghari had gotten a good long break in the waiting room, and was ready to head back out to a region. Randomly selecting a realm, he decided to head off to Hiria, some kind of city region.

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When he arrived, he realized that there was not an intelligent being in sight, nothing but Rahi left, right, and center. "What a dump..." he said to himself, zipping through the city via his Kakama, down roads, through old broken buildings, searching for any players that might be in the area.

OOC: Yghari is open to a fight, but expect it to go reeeeeeally slow, because I won't be here often.

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IC Shorn:

Meanwhile, Shorn also walked through Hiria, searching for a good fight, he went about the region slowly, and with great situational awareness, observing the city around him, and keeping his eyes on everything that moved. Occasionally, a Rahi would come out and challenge him, he would usually just slice through them easily, but other times they could put up a fight, and he would spend a few minutes trying to get rid of them.

He never got cocky, though, he never underestimated any of his opponents, no matter how easily they fell, or how quickly, he always made sure to fight smart, and to observe his enemies' closely, watching how they moved, and how they fought against him, using counter tactics that gave him the upper hand in all these little skirmishes.

He walked on vigilantly, searching for a worthy opponent.

-Shorn

IC: Hukki simply smiled-

-For even as his chain was broken-

-His right thumb-blade drove right through Iridacea's stomach armor, knifing through the armor and muscle that could only slow it down as it pierced through the toa's kidney and into his liver-

-And was promptly electrified.

How his foe would take this exchange of damage, Hukki had no idea, but he had a feeling that it wouldn't end with the Lightning Toa walking away.

Seeing the shimmer, Luuvei knew what was to come next and stopped to whirl as he stood, hand flying up to guide the scythe vitally down to avoid hitting his body as the artist felt it cut the air reflexively. Now he stood once more in a starting defensive stance, waiting again.

IC - Ayanza - Waiting room to Hiria:

A tall, spindly being straightened up on a tall building on the edge of Hiria. His eyes darted around, taking in the dozens of rahi roaming around. His eyes gleamed, and he hefted his assault eagerly.

GM - Announcements - All Regions:

Again everything froze, and the flat voice of the announcer rang out again.

"UPDATE 2.00: All rahi now will give you kill points, KP for short. Amounts of points will vary from Rahi to Rahi. Point numbers are available in the blacksmith's shop. The Blacksmith's shop has been completely remade in order to be able to serve the large amount of customers. The mall many of you have noticed will be opened soon, in the next update. Now, resume your game." With that the voice faded and everyone unfroze.

IC: Looking down at the body of his once-proud opponent, Hukki's gentle smile was the last thing Iridacea saw before respawning. As Hukki got up and turned away, ready to go back to the blacksmith's shop, and get repaired, he froze as another announcement came.

'Points' for killing Rahi, huh? He grimaced. The bloodthirsty mindset the game was promoting was not one he liked, especially as many of these Rahi were rare. However, he'd tolerate it as long as it wasn't outright supportive of poaching.

Now returning to his current situation, he stepped out of the swamp-

[Hukki-The Swamp -> Waiting Room-Blacksmith's Shop]

-And into the forge.

The Captain, meanwhile, was repaired in short order and left the shop, saluting as he went, to enter the main section of The Waiting Room. There, he looked over the map, appearing to be in deep thought.

Stokunde, after waiting a while for the restoration of Feyrren to finish, eventually realized that its partner wouldn't hold such an action against it and left for The Gravity Region.

[Stokunde-Waiting Room-Blacksmith's Shop -> The Gravity Region]

[Kaze-Waiting Room -> Hirian]

A few pieces of what looked to be black glass for all the world blew on the wind in Hirian. They flew around, going wherever the mild breeze occasionally felt by the citizens of the city took them.

The wind blew, and the glass landed on a sidewalk, pushed against a building. Most curiously, the glass had formed into the shape of a Kanohi Hau's face.

Then the wind picked up again, and the pieces of black glass skittered over concrete down the sleeping city's main street.

Luuvei merely slipped to one side diagonally, coming closer to his foe. Dropping into a lunge, he attempted a low kick at the guy's legs to put him off-balance and once more to test.

Powers seen so far: , he ticked mentally as he went, energy generation, creation of glowing weapons, and teleporting with a strange shimmer a second before the movement. Conclusions about the knowledge gleaned could-and would-wait for a lull in the fight.


OOC: So, who wants to interact with any of my chars except Luuvei? I can send Kaze elsewhere if his presence is requested, too.

IC (Hiria > Blacksmith's Shop):

Arvina had been swinging down from the building, her grappling hook attached magnetically to the metallic wall, when her swing had stopped. Except... it hadn't, really; she'd gotten the impression of it stopping, only for a split-second, but now that she looked back that split-second seemed to blossom into a full half-minute.

The first time through she'd gotten a jumble of information through her ears: "UPDATE2.00-allrahinowwillgiveyoukillpointsKPforshort-amountsofpointswillvaryfromRahitoRahi-pointnumbersareavailableintheblacksmith'sshop-theBlacksmith'sshophasbeencompletelyremadeinordertobeabletoservethelargeamountofcustomers-themallmanyofyouhavenoticedwillbeopenedsooninthenextupdate-nowresumeyourgame." At the time she hadn't bothered about it, because she hadn't noticed.

Then time had restarted, she'd swung down to the ground without any noticeable change in balance or momentum, and she had landed on the ground where she now stood, that split-second multiplying itself by two hundred forty in her mind to come out to an even thirty seconds, as did the announcement:

"UPDATE 2.00: All Rahi now will give you kill points, KP for short. Amounts of points will vary from Rahi to Rahi. Point numbers are available in the blacksmith's shop. The Blacksmith's shop has been completely remade in order to be able to serve the large amount of customers. The mall many of you have noticed will be opened soon, in the next update. Now, resume your game."

She shook her head in confusion. Virtual Reality, she decided, was weird, especially the announcements part of it. But at least killing Rahi gave you points. Great; she'd get revenge on the Lohrak for what their cousin did and be rewarded for it.

Idly, she wished she had brought some sunglasses. They wouldn't help her any, but at least she'd look all cool.

The communicator sat piningly on her wrist. She glanced at it, remembered you were supposed to be able to activate it mentally, and decided to go to the Blacksmith's shop to check out the point lists.

"All right," she said aloud, hoping this would channel her thoughts correctly. "I am going to the Blacksmith's. Yeah. Right."

Then she closed her eyes and took a step forward--

--gravity disappeared, her body was warped, an unseen flash imprinted itself upon the Vortixx's retinas--

Her foot struck ground; she stumbled a bit; her eyes came open as she straightened with all the dignity she could muster.

Yes, this was indeed the Blacksmith's shop. The stone counter ran along one wall, stretching down to the other side of the room, which measured at least a good hundred meters. Weapons of all sorts hung on the walls, framed by dull timberwolf, their sharp points gleaming in the light that came through the doorway into the Waiting Room. She whistled, impressed, as she stepped up to the counter.

There was a computer there, touch-screen; stepping up to it, giving the instructions beside a passing glance, and mentally scoffing -- she knew how to use a computer! -- she hit the button labeled "Pull Up Rahi Points List".

Then she hit "Input Complaint" and typed, A preposition shouldn't be capitalized in a title unless it is the first word. PLEASE FIX IMMEDIATELY.

Now Arvina went back to the Rahi points list. Using the rather handy search feature (apparently whoever programmed this computer wasn't all bad), she searched for "Lohrak".

There. It wasn't very far down the list: a lot of other Rahi also had only two kill points. But then, the highest amount at the moment was three KPs. Not much, Arvina thought with a small shake of her head; so whoever saved her wouldn't be getting too much. Frostelus... what were they? At any rate they didn't live on Xia, or Arvina would have heard of them.

She stepped back and looked around, wondering how much it cost to get weapons. Was the Blacksmith here?

Well, there was that weird, green, stooped, spiny creature-person-thing standing maybe ten meters down. Maybe he -- or she? who knew? -- knew where the Blacksmith was.

"Hey! You!" she called, walking toward him. "You the Blacksmith?"

OOC: Just so you know, Zar, I'm not pointing out any grammatical mistake of yours; I made up the capitalized preposition in the button title. I just thought it'd be funny and allow Arvina's condescending nature to come up again.

Also, Mango! -- that "weird, green, stooped, spiny creature-person-thing" is you. Interested in interacting with Arvina? Be warned: She can be a real jerk. But at least you might be able to get some angst out of your system.

OOC: You made another spelling error; rahi should never be capitalized. You don't capitalize man, animal, beast, etc, so why should you capitalize rahi, toa, or matoran? I reviewed a story, and like you pointed this out, only to get the same response once. I agreed totally with the guy's logic.

So fail, you should have corrected the two spelling errors I did make, and uncapitalize the other two rahi.

But yeah, don't expect me to capitalize toa, matoran, turaga, kanoka, kanohi, and other random Bionicle names.

IC - Moka Waiting Room:

Moka trotted into the blacksmith's shop, and smiled at the new improvements. He walked over to a nearby computer.

About five minutes later, he walked away, the effects of his battles totally gone.

IC: Hukki turned to see a Vortixx, glad he remembered that the Waiting Room was safe, so whipping a fundo by way of greeting was not necessary. He smiled slightly upon hearing her question, his grotesque face making the slight upturn of his lips look almost like a sneer.

"No, I'm not The Blacksmith you seek," said the warrior politely. "I'm waiting in line for his services," he indicated towards the people behind him with a slight motion of his head. "They all seem to be talking about some guy apparently called 'The Captain', though. Have you heard of him?," he finally asked with a note of gentle curiosity.

IC (Blacksmith's Shop):

Arvina shook her head, raising an eyebrow in skepticism. "No. But if this 'Captain' is so well-known, where is he? -- or she?" she added out of instinct. Non-Xians always seemed to have preconceived notions of females. It was stupid, really, but just in case...

"And in case you haven't noticed," the Vortixx continued, hefting her spear a bit, letting the tip glint in the light, "I can handle anyone out in that Virtual Karzahni."

IC: "No, I've noticed," Hukki said apologetically. "Otherwise," added he with a wry smile, "You wouldn't be back to repair yourself after going into the virtuality. And," the warrior added, "They say The Captain's a toa who's just came back from an adventure where he took on six kahgarak with a repeating crossbow and escaped with barely a scratch. He was last seen heading back towards the Waiting Room, most likely to look at the map. Is that all?," he asked of the Vortixx.

Luuvei withdrew his foot as he rolled to the side and sprang up, hands ready to defend against a scythe attack. Apparently he knows a form as well...However, I'll be willing to bet that if he can generate weaponry, then he's got scattered experience in most forms of combat. Not quite true mastery, but good enough. Which means, concluded the Roidor, that I can still one-shot him.

IC (Blacksmith's Shop):

"I'd like to know," Arvina said slowly, her hand tightening imperceptibly around her staff, imperceptibly enough to escape even her own notice. "How is it you know so much about this 'Captain'? I've heard no rumors" -- Nor have I been talking with anyone else who might know, she thought, but kept that within her mind -- "and you do seem to hold him in high regard." The Vortixx shrugged coolly, playing off the question as a simple one borne of idle curiosity.

IC: "I said before," replied Hukki with a gentle firmness, "That I have heard of his presence and feats from the others in this line. And as for me holding him in high regard," he continued, shrugging slightly, "I said that they say he has done that, and added that I was curious to know if you knew him to find out if the tales were true."


Luuvei's right forearm rose in a defensive parry, turning the katana's blade by its side at such an angle that it missed the Roidor's shoulder plate by millimeters. He took a step backwards. Actually, I'll start start stalling him out so he uses up all his power first. As of now, he hasn't even hurt me once.

IC (Blacksmith's Shop):

Arvina rolled her eyes. "Sure. Fine." She frowned, hands on her hips, glancing around. "So, um, where is the Blacksmith? I'd like to establish some baseline costs for weapons and armor."

IC - Moka:

"So, um, where is the Blacksmith? I'd like to establish some baseline costs for weapons and armor."

The words came out of nowhere, and Moka tracked them to a nearby Vortixx.

"you mean you don't know where the blacksmith is? He's in that building back there," he said, gesturing to the massive building behind him, "And there's no charge for weapon repair etc, not to mention that you can't get any new weapons..."