Corpus Rahkshi

IC: Gaever / Refectory

"Plasma." She doubted you could leverage a lack of fiery killer instinct, but if Diode had somehow managed to out-think her there she would have take the advice.

IC Percy:

 

Stars exploded in front of his eyes as he fell to the ground.

 

"Ow.... anyone get the number of that transport?" He said, standing up shakily.

OOC: Sorry for the late response.

IC: Pyre - Gym

"Transport? What transport?"

Pyre attempted to smash the handle of his blade into Percy's side, following up with a quick attempt to punch his chest in a final blow.

IC Diode:

......"Perhaps you could make a sort of.... shop? Creating weapons, helping modify other Rahkshi, that sort of thing? Play to the other's fighting instinct."

IC Percy:

The Dodgerahk fell back on his butt, still dizzy from the impact, causing the attacks to miss, as he started to regain his bearings.

"Whoa.... Shouldn't have stood up so fast."

IC: Call - Library

Well, Call wasn't exactly sure what to think anymore. Did she appreciate the blood on his sword, or was she still oblivious? No matter how many times he wiped it, no matter how clean it became, he would always see the blood...

Whatever it was, Call didn't feel comfortable having the sword in his lap anymore. One last swipe of the rag, and then Call sheathed the hook sword again. With nothing else to do, he stared blankly at his hands.

IC: Canvas - Hallways

Canvas followed "Arms'" gaze and seemed to notice Malattia for the first time. She gave "Arms" her best This isn't over glare before giving Malattia a shy smile.

IC: Gaever / Refectory

Gaever contemplated this. "That... could be effective," she agreed. Though she was somewhat disappointed she had not conceived of that first.

IC: Eps

Where was that rahk...

Eps decided to search the library, for him.

IC--Beat--Armory/Gym

Beat ran a bio or two out into the gym, and immediately began summoning a forge.

IC: Blade

Blade ran to where the forge was being raised.

"So, what did you do after the assignment?" He asked Beat.

IC: Sim - Causeway

"I.... yes, I think we should."

I make my way over to the now four Rahk assembled near the doors.

Something about the Orange one was... vaguely familiar.

"What happened here?

IC: Fate - Causeway

Oh KARZ WHY.

IC Vaalku

"It appears our friend here has no muscular power currently in his legs, so he is probably having some kind of neurological issue."
 

"Which is very bad; he needs to get to the infirmary."

I have no idea what I'm saying.

IC: Fate - Causeway

"S-sh-She,"

Why can no one get that right?

IC: Sim - Causeway

"Wait, what!?"

I got close to the new Rahk's face and...

"Oh. Mata Nui. I know her."

IC Percy:

 

The Dodgerahk fell back on his butt, still dizzy from the impact, causing the attacks to miss, as he started to regain his bearings.

 

"Whoa.... Shouldn't have stood up so fast."

IC: Pyre

"You shouldn't have stood up at all. Ready to concede yet?"

IC: Glaciem Ignis - Causeway.

 

"There's something wrong with her," I snickered, pointing not at Fate but my sister. 

 

Ignoring him, I regarded the newcomer, "Can you help us get her to the infirmary?" 

IC: Teeth [Causeway]

I nodded, no time for trivialities,

"Right then, we should probably get moving." I say, not only out of urgency for the inured rahkshi, as there was a crowd accumulating at the scene that was starting to get just a bit too big for my liking...

IC: Snap [Library]

Still getting nowhere, Snap dropped her head in dissapointment, then perked up again and spoke,

"I'm such a goof!" She said to nobody in pasrticular, "I forgot to introduce myself!"

She turned back to Call with a smile,

"Name's Snap, what's yours?"

IC: Sim - Causeway

"Wait, let me help! I know her, I've met her before."

I get an arm under her shoulder.

"Karz, what did you do to yourself??"

IC Percy:

He scowled, "Who the Karz do you think I am, huh?!!!"

As if on command, a long, thin section of the floor rose up, and Percy used it to pull himself up, before it snapped off, and he fit the blade into a the top, where it seemed to fit perfectly. Now armed with a crude sword staff, Percy lunged forward in a thrust.

IC: Jodohnn

These halls are too narrow, so I can't rocket jump. Looks like I just have to walk... Wait do I smell food? Might as well find out how good their food is. Two doors, and a sign that says refectory. Looks pretty normal inside. Might as well join the line.

OOC: Jodohnn open for interaction.

IC: Call - Library

Seeing no harm in reciprocating the courtesy, he muttered his name, "Call."

IC Diode:

"I suppose the only problem would be getting materials.... I doubt the Porters would all too pleased if you were to start melting down the weapons in the Armory for raw materials......"

IC: Gaever / Refectory

Gaever nodded, thinking. "The ruins on the mainland might contain a great deal of raw materials," she mused. "Though taking them might be... distasteful." Could she bring herself to effectively loot the graves of the Ghosts she had helped to... destroy?

IC Diode:

"Personally, it seems more wasteful to leave them as a smoking ruin. At least if you use them, they serve a purpose."

I shrugged.

"But that's just my opinion."

IC: Gaever / Refectory

Gaever shrugged. "I will consider it," she agreed noncommittally. Diode's proposition sounded good in theory, but it was another thing altogether when you were already haunted by the place's ghosts.

IC: Glaciem Ignis - Causeway.

We stepped back, letting the newcomers handle Fate. One of them claimed to know here, so it was probably best to leave her with them. 

IC: Sim - Causeway

"Do you know what happened to her?"

I asked the two-

Uh...

Two-headed one. Wow.

IC: Glaciem Ignis - Causeway.

"Who cares?"

"We were talking, and then she kind of just dropped." 

IC: Simi - Causeway

I glared at the red head briefly before asking the blue,

"Did you see her do anything before? Anything at all?"

IC: Glaciem Ignis - Causeway.

"I'm not sure."

"Why are you asking us this? Talk to her instead." 

IC: Sim - Causeway

"Well... thank you anyway. And thank you for calling me over here, this means a lot to me."

IC: Fate - Causeway

"Unnng... Ussal-face..."

IC: Sim - Causeway

"Yes, old Ussal-Face. Don't worry, we'll get you to the infirmary."

I turned to the twisted-up Rahk and the spindly one.

"Would you help me carry her to the infirmary, and keep her safe? She has a very specialized suit, other Rahk have tried to take it before."

IC Percy:

 

He scowled, "Who the Karz do you think I am, huh?!!!"

 

As if on command, a long, thin section of the floor rose up, and Percy used it to pull himself up, before it snapped off, and he fit the blade into a the top, where it seemed to fit perfectly. Now armed with a crude sword staff, Percy lunged forward in a thrust.

IC: Pyre

Pyre sidestepped so the pole passed his side. He leaped backwards once again.

IC: Malattia

"Hi. Name's Malattia. So... Is this a sort of peace group?" I ask, curious. From what they were talking about, it sounded like it, but I needed some evidence.

IC: Revenant

I finally catch up, to see Malattia with another group. "What's going on?"

IC Xi

Your funeral, Canvas.

Xi said nothing. If something went wrong, he couldn't be blamed.

IC Doubt

Doubt was listening in. It may be best to scavenge all the materials before some other greedy Rahks - Possibly a certain antagonist - gets their hands on them.

IC: Carapace/Causeway

I spoke up.

"I'll help you, Sim."

I get my arm over another should. Voha looks at the Rahk worriedly.

OOC: Percy wouldn't have moved that far forward. At most pyre would be able to hit the blade or haft of the staff.

IC: Canvas - Hallways

"Yes!" Canvas interjected, eager to make up for a bad first impression. "This is the Fellowship of Peace, a group dedicated to spreading a message of nonviolence throughout Corpus Rahkshi!"

IC Xi

"So far it's just about five people, but it's been growing fast." Xi added on. "Starting from two, it took only a few hours to get to where it is now."

Ha ha y'can't touch me

Yes. She. Can.

IC: With no more requests forthcoming in the Gym, Icarax dematerialised, his juggernaut of a form collapsing into immaterial scraps and rags of shadow and flowing away through the cracks and crevices of the Gym. Rail had his way of searching for Illusive, and Icarax had his...

IC: Two little words. "We're in". Not even particularly long words. But potentially life changing for the Corpus escapees. Even now they had boarded an airship, bound for the Northern Continent, that Johmak had rushed them to from Malebranche. She had insisted that they leave soon, and that arrangements could be made for Hoto once they reached their destination. Her reasoning was sound, if Hoto was to be left out of the fight without her friends around her, she would be safer a world away from Corpus Rahkshi hidden somewhere under the rule of the relatively mellow Makuta Krika.

The feeling of flight in one of the bulbous Matoran airships was far different from Rahkshi flight. In that you always felt your own weight, always felt the fingers of fatigue slowly creeping into your bones. The levitation effects used to float the airship lent an odd weightless sensation to everything, a sort of static charge that made everything feel a bit...bouncier. Johmak was standing on the bridge, watching the plains of Nynrah float away beneath them with her snowflake eyes. She was carrying the Rahkshi away from the island, away from their old lives...hopefully to new lives and not just to pointless deaths...

IC: Snake - Airship

I would have said something like "I've already made my decision: let's do it.", but it was never really my decision to make. I wonder if anything, from the moment of my creation, ever truly was. So now I'm on an airship, heading towards my future, with nowhere to run, no direction to turn away. I get the odd feeling that Fate is catching up with me.

IC: Shield

"You nervous?" Shield asked Snake, spinning his shield around on his hand.

IC: Hoto - Airship

Hoto rested against a railing, watching the view she couldn't see. Usually, the thrill of motion and weightlessness of flight would be exhilarating, a tiny glimpse of the things she had to give up with her vision. But her weighty thoughts seemed to keep her anchored firmly to the ground.

All this time, all this work... just to end up going back home.

Well, it wasn't exactly home. She doubted Johmak would risk letting her father find her. She wouldn't hear the familiar echoes of the cave she spent so much of her early life in. She wouldn't hear those familiar voices, so close to her yet so far from her heart.

But she would be alone again. That was the thought that hurt most of all. To have tasted the sweetness of friendship, only to have it snatched away again, even for a short time, seemed unbearable. But watching her friends fight... or, Makuta forbid, die... could it be any better? Her memories of Sontiri still burned in her mind, the worst of them threatening to break through the walls she had erected for her own protection.

No... this was where she had to go. She would just have to bear her solitude a little longer, and then... they would be safe from the Makuta's grasp. No more running, no more fighting...

She sighed. The thought didn't make it easier.

IC: Fang - Airship

Fang took the opportunity of the journey to try to rest. Whatever came when they faced the Hand, he was going to need his strength.

He wandered to the back of the airship, searching for a decent place to lay down.

IC Kat:

I came up to Hoto, not having spoke to her in quite some time, "Hey, you holding up okay?"

Frankly, I had to ask myself the same thing.

IC: Hoto - Airship

Hoto turned around, struggling in vain to fix a smile on her face. "Yeah," she said, before pausing to reconsider. "At least... I think so. I mean... I'm going home. I won't have to watch you fight... maybe I won't have to ever again."

IC Kat:

I drooped a little at that.

"I'll miss you..."

On a whim, I unstrung the necklace from my neck, and pressed it into her hand.

"Something to remind you that you have friends that care," I said with a sad smile that she wouldn't see.