Corpus Rahkshi

IC: Era - Hallway/Gym.

Era walked down the hall towards the gym. Every few seconds, she dispelled a sonic shockwave off of her armour, letting them bounce off her surroundings, reading the sonar waves the same way others read books. She was still learning. At her low level, she could only get clear images of her immediate surroundings. Beyond spitting distance, everything was foggy and indistinct, as her sonic pulses grew progressively more faint. But what she saw was enough. A high ceiling, sheer walls, and just ahead of her, the entrance to the gym.

Era viewed the world in sounds and shapes, not lights and colours. She had been spawned defective, without eyes. She didn't let the handicap slow her, though. Blindness wasn't her weakness; it was the source of her greatest strength. It was her drive, her ambition. She strove every passing moment of every day to become stronger. "Blindness is not weakness..." she whispered to herself, the sound of her voice making her mental map of her surroundings ripple slightly. The words were her mantra. Blindness is not weakness.

She entered the gym, the room seemingly recognising her presence and creating exactly the kind of challenge she preferred. A series of targets rose up from the floor around her as she backed into one corner of the room. The targets began to circle her, slow at first, then progressively faster. She drew her whip, the metal links clattering loudly, creating much louder sound waves, helping her to read her surroundings much more clearly. She struck left, then right, before twisting around and slashing over her shoulder. The whip followed her movements, the blade at the tip slicing and stabbing at the targets as she spun and danced.

She wasn't weak.

She was not weak!

"I AM NOT WEAK!" she roared, the sudden emotional cry momentarily blinding her. She faltered, losing the momentum of her attack. Her whip struck the last target and stayed, stuck in place. Her shoulders slumped, and the gym floor reset, the targets melting away and her whip clattering loudly to the floor. She took a deep, shaky breath. "Blindness is not weakness..." she reminded herself. 

OOC: Era open for interaction in the gym. 

IC: Anubissium

Anubissium just stayed silent and out of the way while everyone was arguing, slowly returning her capacitor gun to its holster. This seemed like a bad time to hold a weapon around Fang if he didn't trust you.

OOC: Why does double posting happen more on mobile? Gotta put something else here

IC: Toxin/His Dorm

He woke up and sat down contemplating his next actions.

OOC: I'm baaa-aaack   

IC: (Snakey)

Snake continued to search the halls for Phogen. He wondered why he couldn't find her...Phogen. She couldn't know he motives yet, or possibly ever. Fang shared a surprising number of Snake's beliefs about the Makuta, albeit for different reasons...

IC: (Wraith)

Wraith was back in her dorm, number ##[iNFORMATION WITHHELD] to be precise.

IC: Bullseye/Forest ---> Nynrah Village ---> Academy ---> Dorms ---> His Dorm
He heard the shouting. He was mad at himself. He came at the wrong time and know he's among the accused. He decided to tell his brothers that Fang was...somewhat infuriated at something and it would be in the brothers' best interest to avoid him and find another ally that was more trusting. In his anger, he didn't realize that he shot down too much Brakas. He turned them all into jerky, calming down all the while. There was no point on getting mad at a lost cause.

Walking through the village with a large sack of jerky, he decided to sell some of his stock because he knew it all wouldn't last long enough for him to eat. Most Matoran were grateful for he offer. He walked around selling to all in the village except for he area where the group was at. He had no time to provoke an argument.

On the way to the Academy, he check his stick and earnings. He managed to sell only a small 15% of his stock and got 15 widgets. He wondered if he should do that every time he hunted once a month.

He found Rider's dorm on the way to his brothers'. He left him a note that apologized for not being able to help him. He also walked by Toxin's dorm. Toxin was asleep but was awake at this time. He left. Stronghold wasn't in his dorm. He went to sleep.

IC: Toxin/His Dorm ---> Gym ---> Art Room
He was disturbed. What happened out there? To his older brother, Bullseye, Fang was now a lost cause and they should abandon all communication with him. He went to find Stronghold and told him what happened. Then he decided to find that one Darkness Rahkshi...Abyssium was it? He was in the art room according to what other had told him, perhaps he was willing to form an alliance, assuming that he was aware of the truth.

IC: Stronghold/Gym
He was mad at what Toxin told him. He translated it as Fang taking Bullseye's honor. He silently vowed to defeat Fang to regain his older brother's honor. Thus, he began smashing the dummies more violently, yet strategically as well.

OOC: Toxin is going to talk with Abyssium. Bullseye is not open to interaction. Stronghold is awaiting to spar.

IC: Jayar / The Gym

Jayar contemplated Hoto's question. He thought about his senses and how he could use them. Hoto was right that hearing was probably most valuable, but it would be difficult to hear the whir of a blade in the time needed to stop it. Smell was his other main option - taste and touch would hardly detect a blade unless it hit him - but he couldn't see that working out in combat.

"I don't know," he finally said. "That's why I came to you."

IC: Omega

Omega stopped arguing at Kat's request. WAIT A SECOND? WHY? He thought to himself. He clearly didn't know why, but he shut up.

IC: Toxin/Art Room

He opened the door and poked his head through.

"Abyssium?" he asked. "Are you in here?"

IC: (Wraith)

People were noticing her. Time to disappear before it became too serious.

Half an hour later, Wraith slipped out of her dorm and made her way to Nynrah, making sure that she wasn't being followed. With her, she carried Reach, two gel capsules and W 15.00.

Her fist stop was a waterfall near the middle of the mainland. Using the blasting water, after some time, Wraith managed to wash off the grey pigment her armour was dyed with. Shame, it had taken some time to apply in it's camouflaged pattern, but time was no obstacle.

Next, once her armour had returned to it's natural lime green and black colour, she visited Phantom again. Here, she would purchase some armour, changing her skeletal, slender frame into something more bulky. 

In the Forgehouse of the Ghost, Wraith drifted across the ground, shining black armour glinting off the red light cast by hot metal on the anvil like the carapace of a beetle. 

She moved steadily now, firm steps stabbing into the stone floor with confidence. Her movements alone would make her a different person.

After a mostly one-sided conversation, Wraith convinced the smith to give her a full set of armour for the cheap price of only W  5.00.

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Three and a half hours later, the Forgemaster had crafted what little armour he had not already made, although a few adjustments to some existing pieces had to be made to accommodate a rahkshi's frame. The metal of the armor was then painted in the contrasting colours of a rahkshi of Density Control. Wraith considered painting them, as well as her natural armour (which showed through the metal in most places) the colours of another rahk type, but then decided that this was not only easier, but also left more options open. Another hour later, the nervous Fe-Matoran then handed the armour to the rahk.

IC: (Wraith Punch)

Hopefully this would be temporary, Punch thought as he stepped outside onto the rocky earth of Nynrah for the first time. He was a large rahkshi, not only tall but bulky too, his artificial exo-armour clanking when he moved. His movement itself was purposeful and determined, each foot smashing into the ground like the dirt had just made a personal insult. It was a walk that you knew would keep going for infinity, dogged, resolute and unnervingly uncompromising. Everything about the rahkshi radiated steadfastness, resilience and hardiness. While before this being had moved like a wisp of smoke, now their power made them as solid as rock, more real than their surroundings. 

OOC: Wrai- I mean "Punch" open for interaction on Nynrah.

IC: Fang - Nynrah

Fang nodded wearily to Kat, then walked back inside the workshop and took his place next to the craftsman. The Matoran was noticeably disturbed by the argument, but Fang didn't bother with him for now. He picked up Venom, and the craftsman jumped, staring up at him with wide eyes. Fang just turned the blade over and over, examining its surface, every sharp edge, every furrow formed by his own hands. Without taking his eyes from it, he asked, "What do you need me to do?"

IC: Hoto - Gym

This was going to be difficult. She thought for a moment while she pushed the springs back into place. Then, she walked back to Jayar, explaining. "The system I've been using is called 'echolocation.' To use it, you need to find a way to send out a rapid sonic pulse."

Either her lesson was better than she thought, or she could hear someone sending out a pulse across the gym. She listened for a moment, picking up small flashes of the gym's appearance from the echoes. It was rapid, and just loud enough for a blind Rahk to hear.

Stuttering a little, she tried to continue. "S... sound travels fast, so... so you'll have to listen carefully... you know, for the little differences. If... if a sound echoes quickly... then you know something is there. Like a blind Rahk... I mean enemy! If... if a sound takes a long time to return, then... then you know that direction is... empty, and you can move there."

The pulses were distracting, but Hoto had a student, and she was trying to focus. "The... the first thing you need to do is... is find your pulse. Any noise should work. I... I use these clickers," she slowly pulled one back then let it spring back into place. "but... but maybe even footsteps... or spine rattling... or a sonic pulse should work. It... it will be difficult... but it can save your life, especially if... if you're blind, like me. Could... could you just practice for a moment, try to get a feel for it? I... I've got to... check on something."

Without waiting for a response, Hoto took off towards the pulse, only her Dodge reflexes keeping her out of the way of swinging blades and practice dummies. Rahks shouted at her, telling her to slow down, but she couldn't. Not now. She stopped just short of the practice dummies surrounding the suspicious Rahk. Pulses emitted from their armor, which Hoto could now hear a faint hum coming from. Sonics, she thought, of course, that's brilliant!

Most of the noise seemed to come from her massive chain weapon that rattled as it sliced through the air. With all the noise, Hoto couldn't pick out what the Rahk was saying, but they seemed to stop for a moment, giving Hoto a chance to slip in. She decided to take it slow. As excited as she was, she didn't know this Rahk, and they might be... jumpy. "H... hi," she weakly began.

OOC: Didn't take Hoto long to find Era.

IC Vaalku

Vaalku had stood there, defying Fang's angry threats by becoming completely calm and casual. But as soon as he went inside Vaalku let out a depressed and heavy sigh. He said to Omega "How can I ever explain a simplistic plan to you dolts if you can't stop fighting for three seconds at a time?"

OOC: Mobile post

IC: Omega

"Shut up Vaalku. No-one asked for you to be here."

IC Vaalku

"And no one asked for your mouth, Omega." Vaalku shot back. He took a second to let things calm down. "Exxan has been stepping over you and Fang this entire time, and Phogen was about to do it real good. That could have ended here at the next level." Vaalku became more serious suddenly. "But Exxan nor Phogen has a thing against me nor know who I am. So..."

Vaalku stopped for a second, remembering how powerful Phogen's pawns were. "I'm going to, from now on, be the only contact source between Exxan and this little party." He inhaled deeply, and then continued. "Even if I have to go and spit in Phogen's face too."

IC: (Punch)

As she was unseen for a while, Wraith sped between the buildings like a flowing mist...but...voices?

At the first sign of a presence nearby, Punch dropped out of flight mode, approaching the voices carefully with his heavy gait.

" -to do?"

" -to you dolts if you- "

" -Vaalku. No-one as- "

"Exxan has been stepping- "

The sound seemed to be emanating from another building. Two options:

A) Go now - be unseen.

B) Observe.

Option A) is of maximum usefulness in the current scenario. Preparing to carry out option A).

IC: Revenge-Gym(leaving)

The targets were getting harder to hit and Revenge was getting tired.  He left the Gym, looking for Rider.

IC: Melody-Seecret cave.

Melody sat up, she had fallen asleep in her cave again, it was such a peaceful place she couldn't help it.  She started crawling back down the tunnel.

Short / Hallways, Wondering What the Karz Is Up with Flash Rahkon IC:

Short was walking through the hallways aimlessly when a Rahkshi started to barrel down right on her with teleportation. She took a step back to avoid being scrambled as she yelled at Flash Rahkon, "Hey! Watch where y'all's goin' nayow!"

IC: Rider

Rider got up and went to the gym, running into Revenge in the process. "Hey." He said, afraid to tell him what happened.

NPC Matoran

The old man, handed a small bucket to Fang.

"First, I need a little bit of that Plasma. Need to know just how hot it is. The bucket's treated with the same stuff you want for yer weapon, so we'll find out right quick if it's the real deal."

IC: Revenge

"Hey Rider!" Revenge noticed his friend was looking glum, "Whats the matter?"

IC: Fang - Nynrah

Fang nodded and stuck a hand in the bucket. Being only level two, he couldn't fire off plasma, but he could drip it. He started covering the hand in plasma, letting it slide off, pooling in the bottom of the bucket. He raised his arm higher and dripped more from the entire arm, trying to speed up the process before the plasma cooled. The bucket slowly filled until Fang raised his arm and shook off the last bit into the bucket.

IC: Tube - Library

Tube was bored. The conversation with Whakatio had died off, and Tube was using the time for some more target practice. They shot off a few spikes at some books, most of them flying far of, but occasionally he could hit a corner and send the book spiraling off the shelf with a bang. They decided to risk a look back to their master, and was relieved to see Wraith was gone. They jumped up and ran over, eager for some kind of action.

"Did you find anything, master? What did that scary Rahkshi want?"

IC: Melody-The Cauldron

Melody crawled out of her tunnel and peaked through the waterfall to make sure no one was there.

IC: Rider

"Nnnothing at all." He said. Claws whimpered a bit.

IC: Revenge-Outside the Gym

"Are you sure Rider?"

IC: (Punch)

The rahkshi couldn't identify all of the voices, but...Omega was there, he was sure. Possibly that rahk called Vaalku as well. earlier, Punch thought he had heard Fang's voice, but he couldn't be certain...

IC: Rider

"Y-yes I'm sure." It was obvious he was hiding something.

OOC: Bullseye left a note of apology for Rider.

IC: Bullseye/His Dorm ---> Library

He didn't sleep long, though. He decided to read in the library. A good book should calm him.

IC: Stronghold/Gym

He was tired. He decided to take a break.

OOC: Toxin is awaiting for Abyssium's response. Bullseye is open to interaction. Stronghold is awaiting a sparring partner.

IC: Revenge-Outside the Gym

"If your so sure," said Revenge, deciding not to pry.  "I've been doing some target practice."  He tapped his targeting device, "this thing is really useful."

IC: Melody-The Causway

Melody took off, heading back for the School.

IC: Rider

Rider nodded, desperately trying to cover the claw marks on his neck.

IC: Abyssium

"Yes, I am. Although I don't know who you are, you found me," Abyssium said as he duplicated the poster he had made.

IC: Jayar / The Gym

Jayar listened intently as Hoto stumbled through an explanation of echolocation. She seemed suddenly distracted, and it was no surprise to Jayar when she rushed off, her footsteps soon lost amongst the clamor of the gym.

So, rapid sonic pulses. Jayar thought about how he could easily generate such a phenomenon.

He tapped his left forearm with his right hand's index finger. A quiet metallic click sounded at the point of contact. He drummed the rest of his fingers on his arm, and a satisfying series of noises flew into the room. Until he figured out a better way to make rapid sonic pulses, this would probably do. And it had the advantage of not requiring any equipment which could tip an enemy off to his (theoretical future) ability.

He listened carefully to the sounds as they bounced into the gym. Straining his hearing, he could hear a faint echo returning to him from all sides, but he was unable to interpret it as anything at the moment. Jayar tried to mentally filter out the clamor of weapons. It was a fruitless effort. He turned his attention again to the echo of the tapping noises. Could he detect a faint difference between the return times to his left than his right?

OOC: Jayar open to interaction.

OOC: I thought Toxin had a short/friendly conversation with Abyssium in the infirmary?

IC: Toxin/Art Room

"Oh, hello. I wasn't sure if you were here. Don't you remember me? We had a discussion in the infirmary whether transfers could join missions that were already active. What are those posters for?"

IC: Bullseye/LIbrary

He was reading a book while trying to relax. Something in the back of his head was distracting him, though.

IC: Stronghold/Gym

He noticed a person trying to practice moving while blind. He found it interesting. He walked up to him.

"Hello. What are you doing?"

OOC: Stronghold is open to spar or interact. Bullseye is open to interaction.

IC: Rider

Rider left, heading for the gym. He saw someone who clearly wanted a spar. "You wanna go?" He asked.

OOC: That's you, Arctic.

IC: Stronghold/Gym/Battling Rider

He cut off his conversation and turned to the challenger. He smiled.

"Sure."

He put on his cestuses and took off the spikes. It was just a spar, not a deathmatch. He stood in a boxer's stance.

"Go right ahead when you want."

IC: Rider

Rider began to swing his sword in an arc, circling Stronghold. He swung the flat of his blade at him, lunging forward.

IC: Stronghold/Gym/Battling Rider

He bobbed and weaved under the blade as it passed. And then he tried to uppercut the blade out of his hand.

IC: Rider

The blade wavered in Rider's hand as Stronghold uppercutted it. He threw a fist at his face.

IC: Stronghold/Gym/Battling Rider

He let the fist connect. The metal armor from his ability allowed for minimal damage. He threw a right hook towards his face.

"Is that all you got?"

IC: Revenge-Hallways

Revenge shrugged as Rider left and decided to go to his room.

IC: Melody-Hallways

Melody landed and quietly snuck through the hallways.

IC: Raptor

Raptor left his dorm, whistling a tuneless tune as he headed towards the library, Wings merrily bobbing his beak to the hideous 'music' Raptor was producing.

IC: Revenge-Hallways

Revenge passed by Raptor, trying to ignore him.  He didn't mind his whistling it was just that he was still a little angry at him.