"If you love something, set it free; if it comes back, it's yours, if it doesn't, it never will."
Goodbye, Mirehu. While you think the above passage might be me talking about myself, it's not, really-it's me talking about you. You have better things ahead of you than staying on with me, and while I've loved the time together, I'm really afraid I must be off, and let you find your own path.
Raxa signed the small note with a flourish, having already looked back a couple times to make sure Mirehu was still asleep, that she wouldn't see and follow him, and he was correct: she was out. It seemed that their celebrations earlier had been too much for her, and Raxa's deception allowed him to maintain a cool head. He had always prided himself on his ability to pull a fast one on basically everybody across the island, though the current trick left him with a bit of a sour taste.
Still, it needed to be done, and as such, it would be done.
He reached over, grabbing his tomahawks and his long knives, strapping them to his belt. Reaching to the other side he grabbed his crossbow, still in its special case, and slipped the shoulder strap from it on. Standing, he grabbed his satchel, putting that on the opposite side from his crossbow, with a bag-containing about 2,000 widgets, the amount he had left in this hideout, abode, etc.-and a small quiver filled with various poisoned bolts inside, as well as his cloak. Stepping over to the door, he retrieved his scarf, pulling it on and casually tossing part of it back over his shoulder.
One last look at Mirehu, one final smile before the journey. She was so peaceful when she slept.
And a moment later he was out the door, closing and re-locking it as stealthily as he performed most of his actions. He stepped through the sleeping Koro, avoiding the commotion continuing at the guard HQ, avoiding the Turaga's hut, and continuing past them. No, he was moving back into the catacombs near Onu-Koro, because he had found a side tunnel there, one that lead to the surface, only culminating near the top of Mount Ihu. And Raxa felt that he needed the solitude of Mount Ihu's slopes, at the moment.
With a last glance to make sure there was nobody following him, one last straining of his concentration so that he could be sure there would be no callout of Mirehu's voice, and he slipped into the catacombs, without a lightstone, blending immediately into the darkness. A few steps in and any sounds from the Koro were already deadened, leaving Raxa alone with nothing but his memory of where he had been.
Pass that side tunnel, with the stench of a creature long dead, still pervading. Ignoring the sounds of battle, still echoing...The Blade Burrower, that large, double-jawed Rahi...
"Any limbs you take from them I'll bite right off of you. I haven't have blood in a while, and certainly not from somebody as corrupt as you...I wonder how it will taste...By the way, that isn't a threat, just so you know. In fact, if you wish to take the time, I can make a legally binding contract stating I shall do just as I said."
Heh. Just a couple weeks as a politician and he could already do that. Odd, how the echoes of battle came back to him like that.
Then the sounds of the battle with Onyx-rather, its prelude-came to him. The discussion with Onyx, the offering himself up for a game of chess, completely ready to sacrifice himself for these people he didn't know, at all. And, of course, that thought was declined, leading on to a new battle. How had that ended? Everybody from Onyx's side dead, except for Sinina, and everybody on Hound's side alive...except for, very soon, Hound himself.
That battle had repercussions, certainly. They weren't earth-shattering repercussions, there were no revelations brought that could astound the entire island...but he had learned about himself and all the others there. He still wondered just where Sinina had gotten of to, back in Le-Wahi, a few weeks ago. Perhaps she'd finally gotten herself killed. Ah, well.
A light growling, and he smiled, slightly. Something was still alive. He activated his Pakari, and slid a Tomahawk from its sheathe, and the glow and hiss of metal sliding on leather were enough to stop that creature for a moment, if only in curiosity. A moment later and it yelped in pain, limping off into the darkness. Why? Raxa had lanched a crystalline dart into its eye. Or somewhere around there.
And so he continued. The dank drip of the dark, unlighted tunnels assaulted his hearing, the stench his nose, and his eyes could still not see. A moment later, though, and cool air assaulted him, carrying with it the sound of old battles, long dead. The sound of that fight continued to echo in here, quietly, but still making themselves heard. Letting his curiosity overcome him, he stepped in, to explore the rooms around here.
The first he stepped into carried a scent he was familiar with-blood. Likely Hajia's, judging by the specialized restraints left in there. And Gahuari's, too, for the second table was right off to the side. Various instruments of torture were hung upon the walls, and the blood, upon the floor, hadn't been cleaned. It had dried, holding to the ground like a sickly scab.
Back in the main room, he saw two bodies. One, in the center of the room, was Onyx's. The organic portions of his body had long since melted away, and Raxa resisted the urge to see what lay beneath the armour-he would not disturb the dead in their rest. The other body seemed to be that of Luncora, and Raxa almost grinned. Despite how he had hated the brute of a Toa, he had been able to make Raxa laugh. Culminating his exploration into pre-explored territory, Raxa stepped out-oh, and he had retreived his old warhammer.
A moment later and he activated his Pakari, closing the great doors to the room, and sealing them over with a layer of crystal. It would take a long time for anybody to find this place, and even longer for them to break into it. Now with the warhammer in his hands and being used as a cane, Raxa continued along, the short clack-clack-clack of the haft of his old weapon smacking into the ground the only sound assaulting him, now. And it wasn't long before he came to the tunnel that climbed slowly upwards, with snow leaking down, though thankfully it was still open, as Raxa could see the sun at the high-up opening-had he really been wandering that long? He must have.
Activating his Pakari, Raxa grabbed onto the handholds in the upward-leading wind pipe, and he proceeded to climb up, the air becoming colder as he climbed.
OOC: Raxa to Ko-Wahi.