05-06-2016, 10:37 PM
The City of Nippur reminded Kopaka of one of the old cities on the island of Daxia, only without the choking creepers and heavy jungle foliage crawling over every surface. Instead of the gentle ambience of songbirds and rivers, Nippur bustled with the hum of a thousand individual voices, clamoring over the staccato grinding of rickshaw wheels and caravan sleds. The people of the city were dirty, and haggard, but carried an air of nobility and pride that their counterparts in Coruscant lacked.
As soon as the wagon of the Golden Cross cleared the city gates, the caravan was inundated with a surge of screaming, slapping beggars who cried out for their fair share of the supplies. The guards of Nippur, clad in their tarnished brazen armor, shoved the unruly masses back with the hafts of their polearms, barking savage threats to keep the frenzied populace at bay. Kopaka found it utterly disgusting that humans could give up their sense of composure so easily. Patience, it seemed, was at a premium in an environment where so much had been taken from them. Despite their dire straits, the Toa was suspicious that these people had never had to live in true desperation; to live in the wild, among perilous beasts, with no thronging masses to hide themselves.
Still, that didn't change the fact that Kopaka did indeed have the ability to help them, so help them he would. He would not, however, do any such thing before business had been taken care of. Standing tall on the back of his caravan wagon, Kopaka slapped his steel shield with the flat of this hand several times, causing a shrill gonging to resonate off of the sandstone walls that encircled the dusty clearing.
"People of Nippur. My name is Kopaka. I hunt the Prime known as Mickey Mouse. He is one of the Primes responsible for your misfortune." Kopaka said in a loud, buzzing timbre. A few stray shouts directed at him went completely unrecognized.
"I have reason to believe Mickey is in this city. Anyone with information of his whereabouts can notify me personally, so that justice may be served." the Toa said with a tone of finality. Crossing his arms, Kopaka waited patiently as a soft breeze ripple across the square.
"What do we get?" asked a high-pitched voice from the far right end of the crowd. Kopaka scowled in the general direction of the question's source. Of course. It would be all-too-simple if people were content with the inherent validity of justice. No, of course they wanted a tangible reward. Very well then.
"Anything you desire. I am Prime myself, and can summon items on request."
The crowd began to murmur excitedly. The Toa began to grow concerned that his announcemeny would overshadow the needs of the caravan leader, so Kopaka tried to turn the attention back to the matter at hand.
"Approach the cart in an orderly fashion and you will receive your rations for the week." Kopaka boomed. It had no discernable effect as the masses immediately resumed their pushing and shoving. With a synthesized growl, Kopaka held his sword aloft and gathered elemental power into the blade. Thrusting it forward, the Toa cast a beam of powdery blue light at the ground in front of the people in the crowd. A jagged wall of icy spikes blossomed upwards from the dust, daring any and all comers to try and pass their razor-sharp points.
The people of Nippur balked like a gaggle of hens at a thunder clap, as if they had never even seen ice before. Now that Kopaka thought about it, they very well may not have...
As soon as the wagon of the Golden Cross cleared the city gates, the caravan was inundated with a surge of screaming, slapping beggars who cried out for their fair share of the supplies. The guards of Nippur, clad in their tarnished brazen armor, shoved the unruly masses back with the hafts of their polearms, barking savage threats to keep the frenzied populace at bay. Kopaka found it utterly disgusting that humans could give up their sense of composure so easily. Patience, it seemed, was at a premium in an environment where so much had been taken from them. Despite their dire straits, the Toa was suspicious that these people had never had to live in true desperation; to live in the wild, among perilous beasts, with no thronging masses to hide themselves.
Still, that didn't change the fact that Kopaka did indeed have the ability to help them, so help them he would. He would not, however, do any such thing before business had been taken care of. Standing tall on the back of his caravan wagon, Kopaka slapped his steel shield with the flat of this hand several times, causing a shrill gonging to resonate off of the sandstone walls that encircled the dusty clearing.
"People of Nippur. My name is Kopaka. I hunt the Prime known as Mickey Mouse. He is one of the Primes responsible for your misfortune." Kopaka said in a loud, buzzing timbre. A few stray shouts directed at him went completely unrecognized.
"I have reason to believe Mickey is in this city. Anyone with information of his whereabouts can notify me personally, so that justice may be served." the Toa said with a tone of finality. Crossing his arms, Kopaka waited patiently as a soft breeze ripple across the square.
"What do we get?" asked a high-pitched voice from the far right end of the crowd. Kopaka scowled in the general direction of the question's source. Of course. It would be all-too-simple if people were content with the inherent validity of justice. No, of course they wanted a tangible reward. Very well then.
"Anything you desire. I am Prime myself, and can summon items on request."
The crowd began to murmur excitedly. The Toa began to grow concerned that his announcemeny would overshadow the needs of the caravan leader, so Kopaka tried to turn the attention back to the matter at hand.
"Approach the cart in an orderly fashion and you will receive your rations for the week." Kopaka boomed. It had no discernable effect as the masses immediately resumed their pushing and shoving. With a synthesized growl, Kopaka held his sword aloft and gathered elemental power into the blade. Thrusting it forward, the Toa cast a beam of powdery blue light at the ground in front of the people in the crowd. A jagged wall of icy spikes blossomed upwards from the dust, daring any and all comers to try and pass their razor-sharp points.
The people of Nippur balked like a gaggle of hens at a thunder clap, as if they had never even seen ice before. Now that Kopaka thought about it, they very well may not have...
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