Corpus Rahkshi

IC: Liar - Hallways

"Well, if someone's idea of a "rebellion" is to go through all that trouble just to capture a few Matoran so they can play Hide and Seek with them in the hallways, then they clearly haven't been reading a dictionary lately," Liar said. "Besides, if the person who brought them here did it in an attempt to spit in Tridax's eye, wouldn't it be more logical for them to be sitting somewhere on the sidelines laughing it up instead of trying to help capture them all? If I was the one who did it, not saying I am, mind you, I'd want my handiwork to play out for as long as possible so it could be flaunted, not snuffed out in less than an hour."

IC Optis:

"Wait, 'we'? Are you using the royal 'we', because I don't see anybody else around here."

NOTE: Find out why people react strongly to questions

NOTE: Does two heads have something to do with MPD?

IC: Glaciem Ignis - Gym.

...

...

Is this guy braindead?

Quite possibly. 

Like, wow... I can't even.... Just.... Wow....

I'm lost for words right now, honestly. We have two heads, speak with two different voices, and he asks why we refer to ourselves as we? I feel like we're wasting our time with this guy...

Finally.... 

We just stared at the moronic rahk for several long moments, before laughing, and turning to leave... 

IC Kat:

 

I frowned, looking over my charges.

 

"We go another two kios and then we make camp for a little while."

IC: Xara - Skies.

"Understood." 

IC Caoutchouc / Skies

It's a little hard to judge distance when you're in cloud cover, I'm not some fancy Xian sports craft.

IC: Draco

"Fair point... But I cannot disobey the order I have received. I must take her in for questioning, at least. It is my duty. And there are more, though I know not where."

IC: Era - Skies.

I just did my best to keep track of everyone, and stay on course. 

IC: Vlad / Drift's Dorm

"Is it vorkink?" Vlad asked, examining the equipment curiously and trying to ignore the damp corner of his cloak clinging to his leg.

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IC: Gaever / Gym

Darn, she hadn't quite managed to wrench the staff free, and now she was being pulled at again. Gaever let go of the staff and stepped forward, simultaneously lashing out with a swift kick to his knee and igniting both forearms with glowing green plasma. With her blazing left, she knocked aside his incoming fist; her right would simply begin to melt through the pincers (in a regrettable waste of a mechanized weapon) unless it was released.

IC: Snake - Over sea

I stay in brittle silence, my nerves on edge.

IC Grim:

Grim's eyes widened. Plasma.

Her kick connected solidly, and they released the pincers hold, stepping back a few steps.

"Excellent power usage."

Grim put his staff away, switching to the mace.

It whirled down then up, and their buckler dropped into a ready defensive stance.

IC: Drift

"Yes. It is." Drift smiled gratefully and headed to the corner of the room, where the canvas rested against the wall. It was pretty large, and displayed a light outline of Corpus Rahkshi. No colors had yet been applied.

IC: Murder

"No-one? Okay, then." Murder stood and stretched slightly. Her body hurt all over. Good. She limped out of the Infirmary, giggling.

"Ow-haha. Ow-haha. Ow-haha..."

IC: Silver

Silver's fist collided with a training dummy's face, passing straight through and leaving a smoking, round hole that seemed as if it was blown through by a laser. A kick to the dummy on its left made it topple and collapse, sending up small amounts of dust. 

OOC: Silver and Murder open to interaction.

IC: Malattia

"Malattia. As for what I have to offer..." They pulled out their trumpet to play a solo, which they did.

OOC: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=pI1tyV6dfcE just imagine it's a small Gravity Rahk...

IC: Vlad / Drift's Dorm

"...Good." Vlad murmured, before turning to what was obviously the painting and asking, "I guess zat ist zer painting?"

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IC: Gaever / Gym

"The compliment is appreciated," Gaever told Grim with a small self-satisfied smile, though she'd much rather be complimented for her exceptional suit than her standard-issue plasma powers.

She stood still for a moment, disarmingly casual and motionless, before leaping at Grim again with fist aimed for his head.

IC: Drift

"Actually, no, not yet at least. If you look closely, you can see it was done in ink, not paint. Right now it's just an ink drawing." Drift turned to the vials, which were now filled a respectable amount with completely liquid paint.

"And I intend to change that."

OOC: Sorry, I had to.

IC: Vlad / Drift's Dorm

"Oh." Vlad deflated a bit. "Oops. Sorry."

He stood behind Drift listlessly; it would seem Drift was painting and he wouldn't be needed for anything else, but he didn't quite want to leave the only Rahkshi he counted among his friends yet.

IC: Drift

Seeing Vlad's expression, Drift realized she'd said too much.

"Don't worry about it. Everyone messes up sometimes." Like I just did, she thought to herself, ashamed.

"Let's get out of here. Get some fresh air. The paint is going to need a lot more time to saturate and become a paste." Drift stood.

IC: Vlad / Drift's Dorm

Good, his mistake meant little to the artist. It was probably silly to fear that such a minute mistake would mess up a friendship, but Vlad had little experience with friendships anyways. "Sounds good," Vlad agreed, stepping back to the door and opening it for Drift.

IC: Drift

Drift gave a curt nod of gratitude as she exited.

"Thanks."

IC Grim:

These leaps were becoming more predictable.

Grim sidestepped her leaping strike, bringing their mace upwards toward her chest and stomach.

IC: Vlad / Halls

Vlad exited the dorm and followed after Drift again, with Ivan following along behind him. "Vhere are ve goink?" he asked her.

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IC: Gaever / Gym

It was no surprise that her strike missed, she hadn't expected it to do anything else anyways. But she had needed to get the fight moving again somehow. Now, to keep it moving in her favor.

She nimbly bounced backwards, snatching at the handle of the mace as it swung up in front of her and wrenching it away from Grim, hoping again to disarm him. At the same time she blasted off another punch, aimed at the shoulder of his mace-bearing arm.

IC (As Zubarahk): The rahkshi of confusion dug his spoon into another bowl and took out a small scoop before eating it.

IC: Drift

"Well, remember that Gukko I mentioned?" Drift asked.

"Yeah, I wanna find him."

OOC: Get ready for a fruitless search. Also, last post of the night.

IC Flabergaster

Another bowl down his throat. If only they had a stopwatch...

Liar - Hallways

Sheathing his weapons, Liar folded his arms over his chest.

"Fine. But she might be more willing to go with you without a fight if you explain to her what's going on first."

IC: Draco

"Fine. Even so, she is a rival.... But I will wait." He turned his attention to Vitesse. "Under the authority of Tridax, you will come in for questioning."

IC: Vitesse

"For what?" What had she done?

IC (As Zubarahk): The rahkshi of confusion continued to eat slowly in order to savor the taste of the lumpy grey sludge. "Are you sure you want to rush this? This batch of sludge tastes really good."

IC Flabbergaster

Flabbergaster was about to dump another bowl into his mouth when he stopped. It appears he forgot there was an eating contest.

Drat.

He slumped a little, waiting for his "opponent" to finish.

IC: Dakilik

Dakilik merely stood there, stunned. "That... it... perfect! The range of musicianship and musicality! The absolute beauty! You're in!" Dakilik extended his hand once more. "Just one question: What's your name?"

IC Frog

Suddenly trumpet music. Not too shabby. It may even rival his piano.

Or my sin-gg---Rrrgh be quiet.

He folded his arms and faced Dakilik. "he said his name already." He crackled.

IC Flabbergaster

 

Flabbergaster was about to dump another bowl into his mouth when he stopped. It appears he forgot there was an eating contest.

 

Drat.

 

He slumped a little, waiting for his "opponent" to finish.

OOC: Dallior, Malattia introduced herself and gave her name already. It's okay, I made that mistake as well.

IC (As Zubarahk): The rahkshi of confusion ate his bowl of food quickly and looked at the tray. "We've run out of bowls, want me to go grab more?"

IC Flabbergaster

He doused his quickly and handed it to Zubarahk. "Sure."

IC: Vlad / Halls

"Ah." He was slightly disappointed - he'd rather been hoping 'fresh air' might mean the relaxing-walk-on-the-beach variety of fresh air, for some reason. But this would work too. "Vhere vill ve start?"

IC (As Tangirahk): She was flicking through the book when she heard the sounds of a trumpet. "I like this sound." Tangi said to herself with a smile. "Whoever is playing that instrument would be perfect for the band." The rahkshi looked up to see Malattia.

IC (As Zubarahk): "I'll be back!" He called out before running off to grab more bowls of food with the tray. A few seconds later, he returned with eight bowls, walking rather slowly to avoid them falling off. With a clatter, he set the tray and grabbed another bowl, shoveling down the grey slop.

IC--Beat--Gym

Oh, he was a Vorahk. Perfect.

Beat wasn't sure she'd be able to pry his hand off her now that he'd started draining her energy. Instead, she tightened her own grip, pouring on as much plasma as she could. It would all come down to whether she could make him let go before she was too far gone.

Liar - Hallways

"Apparently, Tridax is under the impression that you're part of a rebellion of some sort, and that you were involved in the abduction of the Matoran."

IC: Vitesse

"Wh- Okay, at this point I'm not going to question it. I'll go if only to prove innocence." Vitesse turned to go.

IC: Draco

"Well that was... Easy..." Draco followed to the side. "Just so you know, my threat stands."

IC: Malattia

"Sweet." Malattia grinned. Wow, their legs were shaking... Probably due to nervousness... But the trumpet seemed heavier... Don't take one yet...

IC: Shock

With that, Shock started for the library.

IC: Sliver - Library.

Having already left Tridax's Office, I headed off in the direction of the library. If I wanted to better combat these higher level rahks, I would need to do a little research...

Liar - Hallways

His interest now piqued, Liar decided to tag along as well.

IC Snap [Refectory]

:|

It is said, if left in the sun for over 48 hours, the slop may gain proper sentience.

IC (As Zubarahk): "Hey, Snap." He said with his mouth full. "Who do you think is going to win the eating contest?"

IC: Blade

The burning feeling was even worse now, he needed something to stop it...

DON'T LET GO! 

Blade grip loosened a bit, but he sent another hand towards the arm that was using the Plasma...

IC: Nightmare

They arrived at the Library, "Now Shock, just one more thing, Please do not Slice up the book on Hypnotism."

IC: Drift

"I, uh... I really don't know." Drift only now realized how dumb it was to just go and randomly turn the school over to find a bird.

"We should ask if anyone's seen it."