Corpus Rahkshi

IC: Jayar / Causeway

"Yeah, probably," Jayar agreed, slowly relinquishing his grip on Hoto and turning towards the school, and the Rahkshi retreating into it. He and Hoto couldn't stand here... mourning... forever.

If Hoto wanted to take his hand, it was as always available. If she wanted to rejoin the others, then perhaps he would take the opportunity to go off alone for a while. He had much to contemplate.

IC: Hoto - Causeway

Hoto considered the others leaving, taking their rage and fear with them. She wanted to know how the assignment went. She wanted to help comfort them. She wanted to tell them about Malebranche. But now was not the time. The grief was still too raw, and their emotions were all out of balance. She didn't want to cause more harm.

And so she gave Jayar a sad smile and asked softly, "What do you want to do?"

IC: Bullseye and Toxin/Causeway

Toxin looked at the schematic and back. Everything was going well so far. The first pillar was done, and already they began to build another one. Toxin was currently on one of the Fohrok at the time, as Bullseye's attention was directed elsewhere.

"Hey. Let's carve Omega's name nice and large on the first pillar!"

The Fohrok did as it was commanded to do.

Bullseye went to where he saw Kat and others. They apparently left something there...Upon looking at them, he realized that it was for Omega and Exxan.

Hmm...

IC: Stronghold and Punch/Causeway >>> Leaving the Island

"Well," said Punch. "You ready?"

~I don't see why we have to do this.~ said Counter.

~He wasn't asking you.~ said Upper.

"Ready as I'll ever be," said Stronghold

They began to fly away. Away from the Academy. Away from the Island.

IC: Era.

"Oh... okay, you win." 

IC: Sanu-Dorms

Sanu found the Spoon he had Previously made.

The Pen may be Mightier than the Sword, but the Spoon is better than both of them!

Then He Flew towards the Gym.

OOC: Open for interaction.

IC: Blade

Know what?

What.

Lets go to the Refectory

Thats the First Good Idea You've ever come up with. I'm Hungry.

Blade then did Just That.

IC Doubt

Swooping through the halls, it felt good to fly. Lots of space, only a few students to dodge...

Whoosh, past Kat and Xara, up out onto the causeway, landing high atop one of the pillars. His chain ball rested on his arm.

For one, there was a Fohrok helping a Rahk and... Kraata? make what appeared to be a memorial. Two more stood by, looking uncomfortable.

He slid down the Pillar to watch them... Not accounting for the swoop he made earlier coming in, nor the loud noise going down a pillar makes.

IC Kat:

After searching the Gym and Refectory proved fruitless, I made my way to Fang's room, knocking on the stone door.

"Fang?"

IC: Fang - Dormitories

Fang stirred within his room and blinked the sleep from his eyes. Someone was... calling him?

"Yes?" he called back groggily.

IC Kat:

"If you're rested up, I'm ready to head to the Cauldron."

IC: Fang - Dormitories

"Yes, of course." His words were punctuated with a yawn, but he jumped up anyway, careful to avoid the weapons strewn about his floor. In a moment, he was opening the door to her. "Let's go then."

IC Kat:

"Right, let's...."

The Karz?

"Uh.... Fang? Why do you have blood on you? And the bed?"

IC: Snake - Causeway

Through the cloud of despair I see Kat talking with Xara, before moving on. She's recruiting more of us, I realise... in an instant, things might be looking on the up - It might be a long struggle, but it's either this or...well, not this: not making a difference. I want to make a difference, I want to have worth. I've made some mistakes, and I sure as karz haven't cared as much as I should, but this is more than a rebellion against people I hate - it's a chance to prove myself, to everyone around me and to, well, myself.

Spirits fractionally lighter, I return to my dorm. I should get some rest: tomorrow will be, almost certainly, a long day.

IC: Fang - Dormitories

He blinked again and looked down. Faint smears of Kraata blood streaked across his armor. "I... I must have cut myself on Omega's weapons..." he muttered. His voice sounded hollow. The surprise and lack of sleep was not a good combination.

Ic Kat:

I shrugged, seemed reasonable enough.

I was too drained myself to notice that the blood was Kraata blood, not suit fluids.

"Shall we, then?"

IC: Fang - Dormitories

"Yes... sure..." He yawned again, trying to gather his thoughts after the shock. "Maybe... I should get cleaned up first."

IC Kat:

I nodded.

"Meet you there?"

IC: Fang - Dormitories

Fang nodded and repeated, "Meet you there."

He wandered off towards the nearest washroom.

IC Kat:

I headed back for the Causeway. In a little while, I'd be completely different.

OOC: Kat open for interaction.

IC: Bullseye/Causeway

I saw Kat at the Causeway, perhaps I can ask...

"Hey...uh...Kat! Can I ask you about this?"

I gestured to the carvings.

IC Kat:

I walked past them.

"No."

I took flight, zooming off across Chirox' teeth.

IC: Fang - Dormitories

The cool water helped to clear the sleep from his mind. Fang splashed a few handfuls of it against his faceplates and shook it off again, shivering with the chill. For a moment, he just stared at his reflection in the mirror. The familiar white paint and orange eyes stared back at him. Maybe it was time for a change.

As the blood washed off onto the floor and down the drain, Fang searched himself for any wound. But beyond a few scratches, he could find nothing. Try as he might, he could not see a scar or gash that might explain where it all had come from. And then, beyond the lingering exhaustion, he felt fine. He had lost a lot of blood before, on multiple occasions. He should have been bleeding out all night, and the many streaks that covered him testified to that. But he didn't feel that... lightheadedness that seemed far too familiar. Something wasn't right.

He burst from the washroom and strode down the hall, steam rising from his armor. His own room was as good a place to check as any. Once he found his way inside, he searched the sheets for any indication of who could have done this. All he found was a crusty sheet of blood defiling Omega's Forgebiter. Fang got to work cleaning the blade.

IC: Bullseye/Causeway

Feeling rejected from her refusal to talk, I decided to continue help Toxin, deciding also to not to involve her work in it. When I looked to him, I saw that he apparently finished another pedestal and had carved Dallior's name into it.

IC Doubt

Now this was very interesting. Doubt walked up to the Rahk and Kraata.

"Whatcha doin'?"

OOC: Interacting with Bullseye and Toxin.

IC Kat:

I stepped into the cauldron for the last time in what I assumed would be a while.

Corpus was our home.

For many of us it was our tomb, as well.

I picked up a large scrap of sand paper.

Too many.

The sandpaper was harsh, coarse, and none too pleasant. Still, the bright red came away on my arms and legs, revealing dull grey metal beneath.

Omega. Exxan. Root. Silencer. Discord. Zex. Shadow.

I frowned, scraping away scars and paint and self. It all had to change. I used the mirrored metal piece to scrape away the paint on my face and chest, as well as the front and backside of my waist.

Seven. Maybe more.

Too many.

My carapace lost it's bright color, giving way to gunmetal and grey.

Piercing purple eyes stood a stark contrast to the dark metal.

Maybe I didn't have to change too much.

Regardless a very different Rahkshi stated back at me.

I gathered scraps of metal, in preparation for Fang's arrival, then grabbed a bucket of paint the same shade as my eyes, and set to work.

Idly, I wondered if even Fang would recognise me.

IC: Bullseye/Causeway

"Building a memorial for those who died. Now, would you please move away from the construction zone until it is done?"

IC: Jayar / Causeway

What did he want to do?

Too many things, things nearing impossible. He wanted to take on Tridax for the liberation of his kind, and win. He wanted to become an accomplished warrior, poet, healer - a Level Seven (the word Shadow rejected intentionally) of the highest echelon, a noble force for good. He wanted to embrace Hoto and never let go for a million years, just let everything else pale in comparison to the feelings they shared.

Hah. All these were but dreams in a reality all too harsh, and surely far beyond the intended scope of Hoto's simple question. His answer came far more mundane. "I... I need some time to think. About the deaths... about Phogen. It's all happening so quickly...nothing makes sense anymore."

IC: Fang - Dormitories to Cauldron

The polished face of Forgebiter was beginning to show again, though it would take a lot more scraping to get it to shine. Fang leaned in and scrubbed at it...

Wasn't there something I was supposed to be doing...

He paused, trying to remember the strange events of that morning.

Kat!

Fang stood suddenly and tossed the axe back onto his bed before rushing out the door. He was bursting out of the school and jumping into flight position soon afterwards. Those still sitting at the Causeway only got the briefest of nods as he soared past towards the Cauldron.

A blast of spray and steam accompanied his entrance through the waterfall before he crashed to the ground. He staggered for a moment as he wiped the mist from his eyes, and then froze. Someone else was in here. At a quick glance, he almost thought it was Xara, but that wasn't quite right. "...Greetings," he said warily.

IC: Hoto - Causeway

"Oh," she sighed. "I'll... I'll leave you to it, then. Sorry..." Hoto turned to follow the others back into the school.

IC Kat:

I looked up from applying the geometric patterns.

"Greetings yourself, Mr. Formal," I said. "Whadaya think of the new look?"

IC Caoutchouc

The crowd had dissipated, leaving him mostly alone at the gravestones.

How could Exxan have been so stupid? He kept his fists clenched, contenting himself with a one-eighthhearted kick at the gravestone. "What the karz were you thinking?" His mind drifted back to their meeting, all the way back near the start of his time here. He had been far more naive back then, going so far as to theatrically shout out "Prepare yourself!" before launching his attack, as Exxan had been his assigned target.

Fun times, good times.

Fake times.

He realized now that he wasn't angry at Exxan or what he had done, it was more that he was scared of it. People died out in the real world, not here. He'd been treating his life like a story, something written by himself. Sometimes tragic, sometimes comedic, but always a deep series of layers. Now he knew that it was like a thick obfuscating pair of goggles he'd been wearing, the story was hopefully two dimensional, a thin veneer to help him organize the tumultuous events of reality into something approaching a comprehensible world view.

Fake.

Taking one last look at the gravestone, he turned and headed back for the school.

IC: Xara - Phantom-on-the-Water.

Landing on Nhyrah's shore, I slunk quietly through the forest towards the outskirts of the village. Once there, I sat back and waited until I spotted a Matoran leaving one of the houses on the edge of the village. 

Once they were gone from sight, I crept out from cover and pushed open the door, stepping into the now-empty building and quickly sweeping it for supplies. Eventually discovering some bread and fruit, I stuffed it all in a small sack I found and was gone from the village before anyone even knew I was there.

Once more, it seemed that luck was on my side.... for now....

IC: Jayar / Causeway

"Hey," Jayar turned after Hoto, "don't apologize." As if contemplating the mysteries of life wasn't already going to be difficult enough, he had to part with Hoto first, and in this tempestuous time. But it was something he had to let himself do, or the tempest would drown him. He gave Hoto another quick hug and told her, "I'll meet up with you shortly."

Then he stepped away, and began to head back towards the school.

IC: Fang - Cauldron

Fang visibly relaxed as he recognized the voice. His hands fell back to his sides and a grin slipped onto his faceplate. "It's... different," he admitted as he tried to get a closer look.

IC: Hoto - Causeway to Infirmary

"No, I..." She cut herself off and just shook her head. He didn't need to hear her apologies anymore.

She followed him inside and then tried to figure out what to do. The Library was out of the question, as was the Gym. Grossh had made sure she wouldn't want to touch the disgusting slop for a while. After a moment of debating with herself, she decided to run to the Infirmary. She had to pick up her staff sooner or later.

Hoto greeted Palma as she screeched inside. The Infirmary was strange to her; she had only been there once or twice. Still, it was easy to remember what bed she had been occupying. How could she forget everything that happened there? The lies, since forgiven; the confusion, since assuaged; the panic, the guilt, the fear, all gone. Hoto didn't even realize she had paused with one hand searching under the bed, lost in thought, and then she resumed again, trying to find the familiar yet painful staff.

OOC: Hoto open to interaction. 

IC Kat:

I laughed, though it sounded hollow.

"That's the whole idea. I need your help with something..." I gestured to the scrap metal, composed of broken masks, bits of old tools and weapons, and even the odd Kanoka disk.

"Changing my colors is good, but I need to do one better. Think you can mold some armor plates with those new powers of yours?"

I showed him a sort of diagram I'd drawn up on a spare bit of parchment I'd found in one of the many piles.

IC: Era.

 

"Oh... okay, you win." 

IC Phogen: "You see, you have power, but not as much control. True strength is found in that control you lack." Phogen was happy dispensing sage advice as she passed toward the dormitory wing. "Perhaps we can do some lessons sometime. Maybe even... Associate recreationally." Friendship was still a leap for him.

IC: Era - Hallways.

"Thanks... I think I need the lessons...." Sure, I could use my powers to see, and mimic voices, and blast things into pieces.... but that was it. I had nothing else. 

IC: Fang - Cauldron

Fang sat beside Kat hand took the diagram. He looked it over for a long moment, picturing the shapes in his mind's eye and imagining how to shape them. At long last, he nodded and set the page aside. "I believe I could do it," he said softly. He reached for one of the metal scraps and began warming his hands.

IC Phogen (Dorm Wing): Phogen continued down the hall, arriving to the room she longed to lay in in no time at all. She had the floor plan memorized long ago, and even a great deal of the ventilation and plumbing. This navigation was old hat for her "But not the power. You have quite a bit of it raw." She opened her door, mid-speech. "Frankly, I am a little envious of your-"

Oh, now this was intriguing. She put a hand to her mouth, more out of examination than shock or aghast. The method of death looked rather creative, unique, but lacking artistic flourish. A message easily could have been left on the walls if the point was to unnerve, and as for framing, well, that was done astonishingly poorly. Leaving a dead body of one's victim under one's own bed was lacking in sense and form, as well as sanity. And Phogen got over her madness awhile back. She let out an exhausted sigh and clutched her forehead, trying to avoid the oncoming headache. "What a pleasant way to welcome me back." 

IC: Era - Dorm Wing.

"What is...." I trailed off, my echolocation painting a grisly picture of what lay inside the room. "Who.... who is that?" 

IC Phogen: "No idea in the slightest. Appears to be... Weather control. Hm. And burned badly." This was a major inconvenience. "I suppose we should summon Lord Tridax."

IC: Era - Dorm Wing.

"Who would put a dead Kraata in your room?"