"The four of you have Mata-Nui's blessing. Thank you." Avoss refuses to give up his matoran guise to even give nod to Blarkrok's state. The Toa of Light will one day find peace, Arkav reassures himself. "Can we... move him? The Makuta?" Avoss stretches his attention over the Koro and hears the raving thoughts of Makuta Kuhtak. In these rantings, he catches glimpse of his old self, yet labeled as 'Makuta Umbraia.' There are more. Arkav adds another request. "I had the night shift, but he made it past my..." Remembering the blindfold, he changes his upcoming words. "I didn't hear him coming. Mind taking a look around yourselves? I can handle this one."
Alerak, sick of this ruse, kicks 'Arkav'. In the face. His 'teammates' gawk at him, but before they can tackle him or anything, he spoke in the most annoyed tone imaginable, saying, "Am I seriously the only one who noticed that this 'Matoran' was obviously a Makuta in disguise? Ugh! Honestly: telepathy is wasted on the telepaths."
After finishing his thought, Alerak ignites his wristblades.
"No more games. Tell us everything you know about the Brotherhood or I will pry it from that miserable undisciplined piece of trash you call a mind!"
"Easy Aler-"
"Shut it!"
As if they knew a deeper meaning behind Alerak's actions, the team backed off from Alerak. Who continued to threaten the disguised Makuta.
Alerak, sick of this ruse, kicks 'Arkav'. In the face. His 'teammates' gawk at him, but before they can tackle him or anything, he spoke in the most annoyed tone imaginable, saying, "Am I seriously the only one who noticed that this 'Matoran' was obviously a Makuta in disguise? Ugh! Honestly: telepathy is wasted on the telepaths."
After finishing his thought, Alerak ignites his wristblades.
"No more games. Tell us everything you know about the Brotherhood or I will pry it from that miserable undisciplined piece of trash you call a mind!"
"Easy Aler-"
"Shut it!"
As if they knew a deeper meaning behind Alerak's actions, the team backed off from Alerak. Who continued to threaten the disguised Makuta.
*Kuhtak then falls out of the sky and lands 5 feet away with a thud.* "Mommy, my choo-choo train went swimming in the piano!" *He then falls flat on his face and begins snoring.*
He can catch the foot flying towards him, break it's leg, and swing the Toa over his head to slam on the ground without even using a single power. The Toa deserved it in his fiery anger. Arkav can see his entire mind open before him. Simple, but venomous. He also knows that this Toa may one day make a decision that he will forever regret. He knows that defending himself will not help the Toa grow as a hero, but as a wounded animal. Arkav let's the foot collide with his mask just as the light of dawn starts to grace to Koro.
The matoran stays grounded, barely lifting himself to sputter out his responce. "I cannot say. Please, have mercy." He makes no move to wipe his mouth.
More villagers exit their huts to finally investigate the voices. The forzen Makuta near the ash pile startles them, but upon seeing Arkav in the sand with a cracked kanohi and a toa standing over him, they demand answers. Soon the assumptions turn sour, even accusing the Toa of abandoning their Code. When Kuhtak lands, they panic and sound the alarm. Members from the neighbor Koro Guard assemble with the Su-matoran soldiers, jagged spears and bamboo staffs at the ready.
All the while Arkav tries to calm them down, insisting that these people need help. Sadly, the power in Kuhtak's mask of Confusion keeps them from reason. Thanks to his decent, all beings in the village without mental shielding lose clarity.
Then Makuta Umbraia crashes in the center, foot planted firmly on Kuhtak's back. One huge mechanism on her arm is pointed at the unconscious being's head, and another like it towards the Toa. She smiles.
*Kuhtak then falls out of the sky and lands 5 feet away with a thud.* "Mommy, my choo-choo train went swimming in the piano!" *He then falls flat on his face and begins snoring.*
He can catch the foot flying towards him, break it's leg, and swing the Toa over his head to slam on the ground without even using a single power. The Toa deserved it in his fiery anger. Arkav can see his entire mind open before him. Simple, but venomous. He also knows that this Toa may one day make a decision that he will forever regret. He knows that defending himself will not help the Toa grow as a hero, but as a wounded animal. Arkav let's the foot collide with his mask just as the light of dawn starts to grace to Koro.
The matoran stays grounded, barely lifting himself to sputter out his responce. "I cannot say. Please, have mercy." He makes no move to wipe his mouth.
More villagers exit their huts to finally investigate the voices. The forzen Makuta near the ash pile startles them, but upon seeing Arkav in the sand with a cracked kanohi and a toa standing over him, they demand answers. Soon the assumptions turn sour, even accusing the Toa of abandoning their Code. When Kuhtak lands, they panic and sound the alarm. Members from the neighbor Koro Guard assemble with the Su-matoran soldiers, jagged spears and bamboo staffs at the ready.
All the while Arkav tries to calm them down, insisting that these people need help. Sadly, the power in Kuhtak's mask of Confusion keeps them from reason. Thanks to his decent, all beings in the village without mental shielding lose clarity.
Then Makuta Umbraia crashes in the center, foot planted firmly on Kuhtak's back. One huge mechanism on her arm is pointed at the unconscious being's head, and another like it towards the Toa. She smiles.
*Considering that he's now unconscious, whatever scrap of willpower he was putting into keeping the broken mask active is now gone and thus clarity is restored as quickly as it was lost.*
He can catch the foot flying towards him, break it's leg, and swing the Toa over his head to slam on the ground without even using a single power. The Toa deserved it in his fiery anger. Arkav can see his entire mind open before him. Simple, but venomous. He also knows that this Toa may one day make a decision that he will forever regret. He knows that defending himself will not help the Toa grow as a hero, but as a wounded animal. Arkav let's the foot collide with his mask just as the light of dawn starts to grace to Koro.
The matoran stays grounded, barely lifting himself to sputter out his responce. "I cannot say. Please, have mercy." He makes no move to wipe his mouth.
More villagers exit their huts to finally investigate the voices. The forzen Makuta near the ash pile startles them, but upon seeing Arkav in the sand with a cracked kanohi and a toa standing over him, they demand answers. Soon the assumptions turn sour, even accusing the Toa of abandoning their Code. When Kuhtak lands, they panic and sound the alarm. Members from the neighbor Koro Guard assemble with the Su-matoran soldiers, jagged spears and bamboo staffs at the ready.
All the while Arkav tries to calm them down, insisting that these people need help. Sadly, the power in Kuhtak's mask of Confusion keeps them from reason. Thanks to his decent, all beings in the village without mental shielding lose clarity.
Then Makuta Umbraia crashes in the center, foot planted firmly on Kuhtak's back. One huge mechanism on her arm is pointed at the unconscious being's head, and another like it towards the Toa. She smiles.
*Considering that he's now unconscious, whatever scrap of willpower he was putting into keeping the broken mask active is now gone and thus clarity is restored as quickly as it was lost.*
Arkav relaxes when he senses the cooling logic returning to the village's minds, but keeps his attention on the Hunter. "Traveler! How fare thee?"
The Makuta blasts the talkative matoran with her thick Volo Lutu launcher, punching him several bio.
*Considering that he's now unconscious, whatever scrap of willpower he was putting into keeping the broken mask active is now gone and thus clarity is restored as quickly as it was lost.*
Arkav relaxes when he senses the cooling logic returning to the village's minds, but keeps his attention on the Hunter. "Traveler! How fare thee?"
The Makuta blasts the talkative matoran with her thick Volo Lutu launcher, punching him several bio.
Alerak mental attacks the living heck out of Umbraia, with a singular intent: to cause untold mental agony for the Makuta.
Blarkrok, Tahriak, and Korust jump in with conventional attacks.
Arkav relaxes when he senses the cooling logic returning to the village's minds, but keeps his attention on the Hunter. "Traveler! How fare thee?"
The Makuta blasts the talkative matoran with her thick Volo Lutu launcher, punching him several bio.
Alerak mental attacks the living heck out of Umbraia, with a singular intent: to cause untold mental agony for the Makuta.
Blarkrok, Tahriak, and Korust jump in with conventional attacks.
Mnemosyne releases a crippling mental assault that causes what Alerak wanted to cause to Umbraia, only ten fold. Without even blinking, she throws Korust, Tahriak and Blarkrok into the ground, her overwhelming power battering each one down, keeping them restrained. The earth itself shifts, forming a prison for the toa.
Her frail and dainty form suddenly seems like a facade, her powerful aura giving an air of such strength, one could only think her appearance was an illusion, which it wasn't. She lightly twirls her parasol.
Alerak mental attacks the living heck out of Umbraia, with a singular intent: to cause untold mental agony for the Makuta.
Blarkrok, Tahriak, and Korust jump in with conventional attacks.
Mnemosyne releases a crippling mental assault that causes what Alerak wanted to cause to Umbraia, only ten fold. Without even blinking, she throws Korust, Tahriak and Blarkrok into the ground, her overwhelming power battering each one down, keeping them restrained. The earth itself shifts, forming a prison for the toa.
Her frail and dainty form suddenly seems like a facade, her powerful aura giving an air of such strength, one could only think her appearance was an illusion, which it wasn't. She lightly twirls her parasol.
OOC: This never ends well so you'll forgive me if I don't acknowledge this move in favor of actually being able to develop my characters properly.
Mnemosyne releases a crippling mental assault that causes what Alerak wanted to cause to Umbraia, only ten fold. Without even blinking, she throws Korust, Tahriak and Blarkrok into the ground, her overwhelming power battering each one down, keeping them restrained. The earth itself shifts, forming a prison for the toa.
Her frail and dainty form suddenly seems like a facade, her powerful aura giving an air of such strength, one could only think her appearance was an illusion, which it wasn't. She lightly twirls her parasol.
OOC: This never ends well so you'll forgive me if I don't acknowledge this move in favor of actually being able to develop my characters properly.
OOC: This never ends well so you'll forgive me if I don't acknowledge this move in favor of actually being able to develop my characters properly.
I'm afraid that's not how it works
Respond, please.
Look... for some reason or another -- it may be me, or it may be you, I don't know. But every time our RPCs fight, we inevitably argue for any number of reasons. Over the fairness of a move, the way one of our chars reacted to the other, etc. I... I really don't like arguing -- with anyone, I've seen the pattern for too long to ignore it, I hope you can understand.
OOC: This never ends well so you'll forgive me if I don't acknowledge this move in favor of actually being able to develop my characters properly.
I'm afraid that's not how it works
Respond, please.
OOC: Ten times the strength is a bit much. I recommend just treating it as a normal mental assault until the FAC can approve or disprove extreme users of Elements.
