"My latter words were not addressing you." Her correction is forged with a cruel yet playful tone. "These are; You will exit the building unguarded, and resign yourself to our ship's holding cell. You will not make any attempt to flee, and we will not make any attempt on your life." She makes an attempt to mind control him into walking out, though it is purposefully weak enough to be resisted.
As for the other five toa, they remain frozen. Svin has chosen to be the negotiator, no doubt to prove how skilled she can be. She hasn't done anything serious as of yet, so why interfere? It is her time to shine.
He laughs. "And why, pray tell, would I do that?" He snorts. "Now, how about this: You tell me why you seeked me out. Why you came here, and maybe I don't shatter your kanohi."
A faint whisper in his head responds. Like before, it is weak. "Because we are both small, roughly the same size, it's who we answer to that counts." "-and my boss is bigger then yours." "Anger a single Makuta, and you invite your empire into Karzahni's gate. Deny the Brotherhood, and not even your smashing can offer you an escape from eternal woe." "Cross me, I beg you. I've been dying for some fun."
Her team exchanges nervous glances, trying to decide if they should step in.
Oxlley is intrigued by these developments, and visits the official government.
"Greetings, oh high and respected rulers of Stelt. I am your humble servant, Sir Oxlley of Stelt, and I have returned from an enlightening journey south to share with the island what I now have to offer them."
OOC: . . . This is Stelt. You expect there to be an actual government building? Think again
OOC: No, but scattered homes of the wealthy, and the important. Fine, whatever.
He laughs. "And why, pray tell, would I do that?" He snorts. "Now, how about this: You tell me why you seeked me out. Why you came here, and maybe I don't shatter your kanohi."
A faint whisper in his head responds. Like before, it is weak. "Because we are both small, roughly the same size, it's who we answer to that counts." "-and my boss is bigger then yours." "Anger a single Makuta, and you invite your empire into Karzahni's gate. Deny the Brotherhood, and not even your smashing can offer you an escape from eternal woe." "Cross me, I beg you. I've been dying for some fun."
Her team exchanges nervous glances, trying to decide if they should step in.
"Anger a single Makuta? I have angered many. I am no god, but I am not some ignorant weakling. My mistress, how I thoroughly despise her and her shackles, is one of the ancients. No Makuta is foolish enough, not even Lady Toxica, to dare cross her." He grins. "Do not test me, child. You may have power, but you cannot back it up. You did not answer my question. Answer it?" He cackles out.
"I'm so...disappointed in you Rorir. I even gave you such a great name. Yet this is how you return the honor?" An upper-class Steltian says to a member of Kreka's Species.
The lowlife is kneeling towards Ingoha on the edge of a destroyed dock. He is shaking from fear, constantly looking around even though he knows there is no way past the upper-class Steltian and the other low-class guards. The chains were starting to make his arms tired and with his hands tied around his head, even if he did try to fight, it would be over before it could begin. After briefly considering bashing his face against the dock to break it and drift off into the sea, the lowlife begs one last time.
"Please, let live! The docks be repaired! No time!"
"You already wasted too much time. Goodbye Rorir, it's time I release you into the wild."
"No!" The poor servant shouts as Ingoha raises up his right arm and blasts the lowlife with an arm mounted weapon. Rorir swiftly shrinks before those gathered and within a second he is gone from reality.
"Now then," Ingoha says as he turns away from the dock, "time to find a new contractor to fix my docks. Maybe this time--"
"'Name Rater!'" A voice shouts in the distance. The upper-class Steltian pauses his stride as the name is shouted again, "'Name Rater!'"
"Uh, boss? Why would--"
"Go searching, we have unwanteds in our territory."
The guards run off in various directions, shouting different threats to whoever is there. As they leave, Anrobroid comes out of an alley about to shout the Dark Hunter's codename again when Ingoha leaps at him. Although caught off guard, Anrobroid quickly brings up his sword for defense, not quite ready for the mighty blow that the Steltian would deliver. To his surprise, that blow never comes and Ingoha just lands near him.
"You called, what is it you want?"
"...I need men, I wish--"
"Oh, so he didn't send for me. In that case..." Ingoha brings up his left arm, aiming a Rhotuka Launcher at Anrobroid with a sinister smile. "What your name?"
"...Anrobroid."
The Dark Hunter blinks a couple times, eyes wide as he lowers his arm and head. "Th-that's a perfect name. What do you want me to do?"
Anrobroid, confused by this response, answers "I am going to unite Stelt under one rule. To do that I need help, I need fighters and other clan leaders by my side."
"We shall fight for you. This territory is your territory. Send word and we shall go."
"Alright, I have other clan leaders to meet. I'll send you word soon." And with that, Anrobroid leaves.
IC: The aristocrat, Aristocratikus, sneers at Oxlley. "Who are yooou?" He slurs.
"Well, you see, I am your greatest hope for the power and glory you seek."
Aristocratikus snarls. "Ivee alredy get the powr 'n glry i want!" He falls face forward, off of his little throne. "Ohn.. Secnd thought! Whaddyaaaaa wante?"
IC: The aristocrat, Aristocratikus, sneers at Oxlley. "Who are yooou?" He slurs.
"Well, you see, I am your greatest hope for the power and glory you seek."
"Is that so?" Says another Steltian as he enters the room. "Seems we have several looking to give us that. In what way do you plan to give us this promise?"
"Well, you see, I am your greatest hope for the power and glory you seek."
Aristocratikus snarls. "Ivee alredy get the powr 'n glry i want!" He falls face forward, off of his little throne. "Ohn.. Secnd thought! Whaddyaaaaa wante?"
"I want you to appoint me your second in command, so I may use my superb skills to give you dominion over all Stelt."
A faint whisper in his head responds. Like before, it is weak. "Because we are both small, roughly the same size, it's who we answer to that counts." "-and my boss is bigger then yours." "Anger a single Makuta, and you invite your empire into Karzahni's gate. Deny the Brotherhood, and not even your smashing can offer you an escape from eternal woe." "Cross me, I beg you. I've been dying for some fun."
Her team exchanges nervous glances, trying to decide if they should step in.
"Anger a single Makuta? I have angered many. I am no god, but I am not some ignorant weakling. My mistress, how I thoroughly despise her and her shackles, is one of the ancients. No Makuta is foolish enough, not even Lady Toxica, to dare cross her." He grins. "Do not test me, child. You may have power, but you cannot back it up. You did not answer my question. Answer it?" He cackles out.
"I'll show you who has authority!" Marionette's fist gets shoved into his kanohi, dislodging it. "You've crossed me." Svin bubbles a laugh. "Thank you." She uses her powers to give Marionette the feeling of a powerful sickness. To him, the world is being shook as if by a god, and his insides are trading places at random. "I don't want to hear any pleas! What your feeling right now is merciful!"
"Well, you see, I am your greatest hope for the power and glory you seek."
"Is that so?" Says another Steltian as he enters the room. "Seems we have several looking to give us that. In what way do you plan to give us this promise?"
Oxlley turns to address him.
"All Stelt hangs in the balance. The smallest push on one side will tip the scales in your favour. Or someone else's. I am that push."
"Is that so?" Says another Steltian as he enters the room. "Seems we have several looking to give us that. In what way do you plan to give us this promise?"
Oxlley turns to address him.
"All Stelt hangs in the balance. The smallest push on one side will tip the scales in your favour. Or someone else's. I am that push."
"Let stelt fall! N'me concern." Aristocratikus sneers. "B'gone!! Go botha 'Adame Nightstar!" He sneers. He gestures for them to leave. "Git her approval, you got mine."
"Anger a single Makuta? I have angered many. I am no god, but I am not some ignorant weakling. My mistress, how I thoroughly despise her and her shackles, is one of the ancients. No Makuta is foolish enough, not even Lady Toxica, to dare cross her." He grins. "Do not test me, child. You may have power, but you cannot back it up. You did not answer my question. Answer it?" He cackles out.
"I'll show you who has authority!" Marionette's fist gets shoved into his kanohi, dislodging it. "You've crossed me." Svin bubbles a laugh. "Thank you." She uses her powers to give Marionette the feeling of a powerful sickness. To him, the world is being shook as if by a god, and his insides are trading places at random. "I don't want to hear any pleas! What your feeling right now is merciful!"
He fixes himself via gravity. He snickers, his snickers leading to giggles, to full blown insane laughter and cackling. "Yes! Hhehe!" He roars. The matoran quiver, unused to seeing their master so happy. If Svin probes his mind again, she'll find absolute chaos and anarchy.
"Die." He snarls out, in between laughs. A gravitational pressure slams down on all of the Toa. The insane "Marionette" grabs his puppets, and flings them at Svin like flails.
"Is that so?" Says another Steltian as he enters the room. "Seems we have several looking to give us that. In what way do you plan to give us this promise?"
Oxlley turns to address him.
"All Stelt hangs in the balance. The smallest push on one side will tip the scales in your favour. Or someone else's. I am that push."
"Ah, but it seems you've forgotten that Stelt stays balanced. If there is a push to one of us, the rest gang up on that one and even things out. It's how the game always goes, a push will be returned with a shove."
"All Stelt hangs in the balance. The smallest push on one side will tip the scales in your favour. Or someone else's. I am that push."
"Let stelt fall! N'me concern." Aristocratikus sneers. "B'gone!! Go botha 'Adame Nightstar!" He sneers. He gestures for them to leave. "Git her approval, you got mine."
The aristocrat promptly falls asleep.
Seeing him fall asleep, Oxlley approaches him, and places both hands around the intoxicated aristocrat's head. A sharp snap later, Oxlley drags the limp form of Aristocratikus into a corner, and takes a seat on his throne.
