Corpus Rahkshi

IC: Tear - Infirmary

Laid back on the bed and nods, wincing with the small movement.

iC: Fate - Infirmary

"Alright then-" I put one hand under her back, near the base of the kraata case, "I'm going to lift now, tell me if it hurts too much."

OOC: Wait, does Gaever know about the tower?

IC Vaalku

"Why must you keep up with this-"

A Rahkshi in the corner of his eye vomited suddenly. He resisted the urge to snap his head around and see what was going on, especially since it looked like that Rahkshi had more than two arms. But he couldn't risk to glance away from Legion for one moment.

"I'm with, um, that one on this." He pointed for only a split second at Sliver's general direction. "Bugger off."

IC Poly:

"Your meditations." He spoke suddenly. "How did they go? Do you..... do you feel more enlightened?"

IC: Geuua - Gym. 

Satisfied with my work on Blazebreaker, I lurched to my feet and began to wander, glancing around at the other fights. A few others had wound down since my own match had ended, but the majority were still in progress. 

One of these rahks were probably going to be my opponent in the next bout, and I honestly wasn't sure if I could make it through another round. It would depend on who I wound up pitted against, and what condition their fight had left them in. 

For now, all I could do was watch, and wait. 

IC Vaalku

"Medi-...?"

He glared angrily at Legion. "Okay, what are you talking about? Excuse me!" He shouted towards Sliver. "Could you give me something, like a gun?"

IC: Sliver - Refectory. 

"This is the refectory, not the armoury," I drawled, too exhausted by the overwhelming aura of stupidity that was filling the room to be bothered injecting any amount of acid into my remark, "Besides, even if I had a gun, why the karz would I possibly give a sophisticated, expensive piece of equipment like that to a crippled wretch like you?"

I was quickly coming to realise why the other prefects had opted to place me here for my punishment - they intended to torture me by forcing me to to endure the inanities of the detestable dregs that accumulated at the basest levels of Corpus' pseudo-society. 

IC Vaalku

"Maybe I shouldn't ask you for help; you miss the point entirely." He wiped his hand across his face in frustrated agony. "Just earlier you said something about not hurting the invalid-"

A dumbfounded look came to him suddenly. I'm... Invalid? What does that even mean? Not a Rahkshi?

IC: Sliver - Gym.

"Exactly," I replied, "I'm sure if I gave you a weapon - even one that wasn't loaded - you'd find some way to hurt yourself."

IC Vaalku

He scowled.

"I see why they put you as slop guardian." He shook his head with artificial sadness. "No use at all."

IC: Tear - Infirmary

Tear tried to keep her neck still as Fate helped her. It wasn't too bad.

IC: Sliver - Refectory.

"Of course. That's how I wound up a level 5."

IC: Draco

I hold back a sigh of impatience. I wanted to reach the gym as quick as possible, and distractions like this were hampering my progress. Even so, this could be important... "What do you want?" I say wearily to Frog. What a bizarre looking Rahkshi... Not that I have room to speak.

IC Vaalku

"Right," Vaalku snorted. "And I'm Tridax."

He opened his mouth to add insult to injury, but with a very obvious effort, restrained himself. He looked back to Legion. "Now... What were you talking about?"

IC Frog

Frog was taken aback by the slight silence and the curt, very annoyed reply. He looked a bit confused. "Um... I'm wondering where in this school I could possibly get protection at? I can't exactly use my, eyes..."

It all came out as a rambling mess in a vary of pitches with a screeching undertone that sounded like metal suffering horribly. His sockets squirmed and strained, as if he was trying to focus in on where Draco was standing.

IC: Draco - Hallways

Oh for the love of the Makuta. Can a Rahkshi not defend themself? Can you even call yourself a Rahkshi if you require protection? I hold back another sigh. I suppose he is blind... Even so... "There isn't much I can do in this situation, unless you want me to assign an army of Porters to guard you. And even then, that would look ridiculous, and Porters can be easily countered. So, I'll give this piece of advice. Learn the fullest potential of your other senses, and think about how you can use them in a battle."

IC Frog

"It's not a matter of defending myself. It's not getting caught up in a fight."

He turned with such a casual air towards the hallways that nobody could suspect he would let out a low-pitched blast of sound, which he did. It bounced all over the halls, and for Frog, the image was beautiful - if, a little too loud for his liking. He turned back to the general location where Draco stood. "Now see, this could get me in a lot of trouble, because I don't know how to control it properly... Are you one in authority?"

IC: Draco - Hallways

"That I am. However, if you think it is my job to protect the weak from any sort of combat, then you are sorely mistaken. My job is to enforce the rules of Headmaster Icarax." I pause for a moment. "If you want to not get caught up in a fight, then avoid them. As for your senses, learn to control them. Embrace them, and don't shy away from them."

IC Frog

Now he was repulsed. This ignorant fool; as if he knew anything about being blind. Does he really think I DON'T want to learn this?! Incompotent!!

He turned away with an air of absolute disgust and began clattering down the halls, mumbling in an inaudible tone, now and then making a small croak to check the halls for the next turn.

IC: Draco - Hallways

Talk about triggered. I turn to head towards the gym again. A few weeks ago, I would have tried to kill anybody who disrespected me like that. So why didn't I this time?

IC: Phobia (Hallways)

Phobia stalks through the hallways, before leaning against the wall and calmly observing everything that goes on.

OOC: I'm back!

Also, open for interaction.

IC: Phantom - Ruins on the Water

"Tower!" Phantom ran up to Gaever, and tried to grab onto her arm, still moving forward.

IC: Fate - Infirmary

"Alright, you're doing fine. Melody, hold her there while I work." Still supporting her while she sat up, I carefully slid her kraata case off it's housing.

"This would be the third time today I've done this." I muttered.

All rahkshi have a kraata case, where the main body of the kraata is housed and kept safe. The case's armor is arguably the most durable on a rahkshi suit, but it has one very fatal flaw; for the sake of mobility, the kraata's head comes forward into a seperate face-piece, with a flexible, flimsy covering between it and the main body. I could immediately see that Tear's neck-funnel had a puncture wound. It didn't look very wide, and she was still breathing, so it couldn't have been too deep. Still, this was a delicate wound. Trying to fix it might do more damage than good. I touched it gingerly, and fluid easily came flowing out.

"I think... we're going to need Palma."

IC: Vlad / Hallway

Vlad nodded awkwardly. He did not feel particularly wanted, which was not unusual, but it had been his cautious hope that his intervention might have started a friendship, or at least a conversation.

He thought about offering to escort the two back to the Library, but Canvas' uncomfortable squint dissuaded him. Instead he just turned to go.

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IC: Gaever / Ruins on the Water

Given Phantom's enthusiasm, it should not have surprised Gaever that he reached to drag her along. But somehow it still caught her off-guard anyways, and she almost flinched from his reach. Somehow she managed not to, though, instead easily accelerating with augmented appendages to Phantom's speed, such that he was not really even dragging her.

"Indeed," she replied. She was not certain what was so special about it. Other than, perhaps, that it might be the sole structure remaining of Phantom-On-The-Water, and as such she would rather not mess with it.

IC Frog

As he wandered the halls, he thought about whistling to himself. No. Nonono. What if someone's there you don't know about? Huh?

He turned the corner to hear the same sound of paper that had been the loud, violent place before. That shouty large one was louder than all the students combined. And now it was barely any noise, extremely quiet, almost zero talk.

Finally, you idiots.

He hobbled inside, taking note of an odd smell he had smelled when the fight was going on - it smelled like the school water - and made his was to one of the less-occupied walls, leaning back and enjoying the quiet.

IC: Malady (Library)

Having dumped my equipment- including my new Rhotuka launcher, which by a stroke of luck had the exact same powers as my old, mangled one- in my room, I made my way to the Library; I was somewhat bored of fighting for now, and so I sought peace among the stacks of protodermis tablets. While a number of volumes, all seemingly on the subject of gravity, caught my eye, I eventually found one regarding the history and some of the few publicly known techniques of the Nynrah Ghosts. Finding a reasonably secluded corner, I settled down to read for an hour or two.

OOC: One, I'm back but will probably end up disappearing again soon. Two. Malady is now in first-person past tense. Three, Malady is open for interaction.

--IC: Luffy: In the Library--

Streeeeeeeeeeeeeetch.

Grab.

Fwip.

Luffy grabbed a book from a top shelf with his stretchy arms.  He had been aiming for that big green one about herbology, but had snagged the one to the right of it instead.  Oh well, he thought.  This one's still about herbology, so I can't really complain.  He sat down in a free chair and began to peruse the contents.

--IC: Kri: In the Gym--

"Oh... Ohhh..."

Kri drew the Butterfly Knife across her forearm again, experiencing the exquisite feeling that only pain could bring.  She let the blood drip from the cut, reveling in the stinging.

She was so caught up in her pain that she only just now noticed that there were others here in the Gym.  Some were sparring, some were doing target practice, and some were sitting on the sidelines.  She got out of her corner and began to make her way toward the others, looking for someone to beat her senseless or give her a good insult.

--OOC:--

The rubberman and the masochist are Open For Interaction.

IC: Rōzu

^{Location: Chirox Causeway}

A shadowy form moved swiftly through the many pillars that made up the peculiar path to Corpus Rahkshi. Rōzu manoeuvred skillfully up and around each of the "teeth" that were haphazardly littered throughout, eventually arriving at the entryway to the school. Walking in, she took a deep breath, and to her disappointment, she felt a heavy stench of deceit, discord, and dishonour on the air.

IC:

SWOOP

Right past Rōzu's head, swerving into the hall, and skidding onto the stone floor. I love this kind of thing.

I looked up with an expression of pleasure. I was finally here! After all this time of waiting... But there, the one I flew over. What could she want? Well, no point in standing around.

"Hello, sorry if I gave you a bit of a scare." I tried to smile. "You are?"

OOC: Tombstone Interacting with Rozu.

IC: Phobia (Hallways ---> Gym)

Phobia stops leaning against the wall, and strides into the gym, looking over the Rahkshi gathered in there.

He walks forwards, looking for someone to spar with.

OOC: Phobia wants a sparring partner.

--IC: Kri: In the Gym--

Kri noticed a student who had just entered the gym.  He didn't seem to be busy with anything; maybe he'd be up for putting her down.

She walked over to him and shouted, "Hey light-bulb!  I don't like your armor!  It glows a stupid color!"  It was a lame insult, but maybe it'd get a reaction out of him.

--OOC:--

Phobia wants a sparring partner, and Kri wants someone to knock her senseless.  Looks like both of us are about to get what we want.

Sup, Collector.

IC: Phobia (Gym)

Phobia hears the insult, and cocks his head, looking at Kri.

"If you intended to provoke a reaction from me, you're going to fail. I do not find childish, pathetic comments like yours offensive in the slightest. If you wish to spar with me, then I will oblige you. Otherwise..."

Phobia projects an aura of fear towards Kri.

"Get out of my way, fool."

OOC: Sup to you too, capMARVELOUS!

--IC: Kri: In the Gym--

Oh... he called me a fool!  And he wants to fight me! Kri thought.  Despite the aura of fear that was being projected toward her, she became weak in the knees with giddiness at the thought of pain about to come upon her.

She drew her Butterfly Knife and pointed it at her opponent.  It wouldn't stand muster to his wrist axes, but it didn't have to.  "Fight me..."

IC: Phobia (Gym)

"If you insist... but be warned, I can cause you a lot of pain."

Phobia draws his wrist-axes, and leaps forwards, swinging his axe at her legs.

OOC: To visualise Phobia's wrist-axes, think the Bionicle Gen 2 axe pieces, connected like Gresh's blades.

OOC: Now that activity's picking back up again, I figure it's a good time to bring a few of my weirder characters back in from the cold. 

IC: Glaciem Ignis - Library.

Ugh, this is boring... 

You're boring.

We continued reading our book.

And you call me immature?

You are. I honestly don't know why father felt the need to punish me with you.

I was just thinking the same thing, sis. 

Wait, you can do that?

Do what?

Think.

With a howl of anger, we ripped the book out of our hand and flung it across the room.

"I'm sick of being talked down to and made fun of! I'm sick of constantly being compared to you, and I'm sick of you, in general." 

"You should probably go and see Palma, if you're feeling unwell," past experience said it was best not to bother trying to actually argue with Ignis when he got into his moods like this. It was better just to let him vent. 

"Take this seriously!" 

"It's hard to take anything seriously with you involved!" Arguments between us were always weird, considering that we could barely make eye contact with one eye each. Back home, we'd often argued in front of mirrors, just to circumvent some of the awkwardness of the situation. 

"That does it!" Ignis roared.

"What're you going to do, walk away from me?" He'd frequently threatened to do that in the past, and even tried to actually do it on a couple of occasions. It hadn't exactly ended well.

To both of our surprise, though, he threw his weight to the side, sending us toppling into a bookshelf. 

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IC: Bonegleam - Phantom Ruins.

Having returned from the school with all the belongings from my dorm, I'd ventured back into my makeshift necropolis to continue my work. I'd adjusted the borders somewhat, building them up into a knee-high ring of rubble encircling my new domain. In the center stood one of the village structures that hadn't been utterly annihilated, the crumbled remnants of a two-storey house. 

It was inside this house that I now got to work, accumulating my hoard of bones, and using them to construct a throne. It was ridiculously self-indulgent, but this was my tiny kingdom, and I could do whatever the heck I wanted here. 

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--IC: Luffy: In the Library--

A sudden crash caught Luffy's attention.  He looked around to see what looked like two Rahkshi topple into a bookshelf.  Books fell all over the place, mostly on top of them.  He went to check on them, making sure they weren't too badly hurt.

"Whoa there, gents," he said, clearing books off of the fallen pair.  "What's happening he-"

He stopped short.  His earlier assumption had been wrong.  It wasn't two Rahkshi that had tumbled into the bookshelf; rather, it was a bizarre, two-headed, conjoined Rahkshi.  Both halves were bickering rather intensely.

"Uh..."

--IC: Kri: In the Gym--

Kri let her opponent hit her legs with his axe.  She felt pain, glorious pain, as the blade ripped through her shinguards and hit the flesh beneath.  She let out a small moan of pleasure.

As she did so, she noticed that his swipe had exposed some muscles around his shoulder joint.  She attempted to stab at the chink with her Butterfly Knife.

--OOC:--

Sup, Good Guys.

IC: Glaciem Ignis - Library.

"Hi there. Sorry about the mess," we spoke up, momentarily disentangling ourselves. We tried to get up, but Ignis' abject refusal to cooperate left us sprawled atop the collapsed bookshelf, still swatting at each other with our individual arms. 

I hate you!

I am you. You're hating yourself. Also, hitting yourself.

I don't care!

IC Frog

He hissed angrily.

"Perhaps if you weren't so trivial of morons you continue the peace and quiet?!" He snarled, the shards of broken- I mean, his voice screeching and grinding. There was a lot of flailing sounds. "For the ninety of us who don't prefer your idiotic noise, mind scraping yourself out of here?"

If that's not a sick line, then I... Did I just say-think 'sick line?' What in Karzahni...

IC: Phobia (Gym)

Phobia sees the strike coming, and twists his body awkwardly to avoid it. The knife grazes his shoulder, and he lets out a grunt of pain before attempting to punch her in the jaw.

IC: Rōzu
^{Location: Chirox Causeway}
"Rōzu." She matter-of-factly said, measuring up the rahkshi in front of her with for a moment with her eyes before moving on.

--IC: Luffy: In the Library--

Both halves were still bickering.  Luffy just couldn't get past it yet.  "Uh..."

Then he decided to start trying to be intelligent in this situation.  "That's OK; stuff like this happens all the time here.  But, uh... what happened that made you two topple into the bookshelf in the first place?"

--IC: Kri: In the Gym--

The punch hit true.  Kri's head jerked, and she began to see stars before she fell to the ground.  She didn't get up; she was too busy enjoying the sweet feeling of agony around her rent shinguards and bruised jaw.

IC: Glaciem Ignis - Library. 

"It's his/her fault!"