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  1. IC: Parnassus | Irnakk's Tooth "I can get behind that!" Parnassus said, throwing their arms wide. "What are we waiting for, then? We'd better get this show on the road!" OOC: @Burnmad @Nato the Traveler @Sparticus147 @Keeper of Kraata -Void
  2. IC: Irna | Metru-Koro Too much was happening at once. Ostrox was being let go, Keitara was slipping in and out of consciousness, and there was the looming question of him. "Mazor," she muttered to himself. "So that's his name...." She looked at him, and the Skakdi children he was surrounded by. He didn't seem to want to hurt them -- he seemed to want to protect them. But she couldn't forget the way that he had handed the Krom Sphere over to Mata-Nui, had doomed the entire universe to a murderous god. She couldn't trust him now -- she needed to bring him down, stop him before he could hurt another home of hers. It was her duty, her redemption.... But she kept watching the children who clung to him. The way that she had once clung to her mother when the Matoran came to their village. She kept looking over to Kei, fading in and out of this world. She sighed. "It's nothing, Skorm," she said. "Let's get these children some food and beds. That's our first priority." OOC: @Keeper of Kraata @Smudge8 @TL01 NUVA @Toru Nui @Tarn IC: Parnassus | Irnakk's Tooth It was beautiful. An abomination of steel and stone and muscle, a monstrosity above the horizon, a blight upon the sky and sea. It was Barius'. Which meant it also belonged to Parnassus. The Aspect, drawing more shadows around themself, stepped up next to their new warband leader, and leaned in close to his ear. "What's your first order," they asked, "captain?" OOC: @Burnmad @Keeper of Kraata @Nato the Traveler -Void
  3. IC: Irna | Metru-Koro She did it without thinking -- grasping Ostrox firmly by the shoulder, unwilling to give him even an inch of leeway this close to the village -- and without seeing what he had seen, seeing the figure who had called out to her. Irna could have only expected that whoever had called her name must have been one of the Metru-Koroans, someone she had passed in the street one of these days -- maybe another villager who crowded into the Turaga's hut that day. She looked up without thinking. Perhaps she should have thought a little more. "You shouldn't be here," she said to the man -- more a corpse than anything else, the more she looked at him. "You shouldn't have come to this village." OOC: @Smudge8 @Toru Nui @Tarn @Keeper of Kraata -Void
  4. IC: Irna | Desert Irna walked next to Ostrox, spear at the ready. She had hardly known him long enough to know whether or not he would try ... something in a situation like this. But she knew, for sure, that he was too dangerous an individual to let her guard slip. OOC: @Toru Nui @Keeper of Kraata IC: Parnassus | Irnakk's Tooth If Parnassus was surprised by Barius' change in tone, they didn't express it. If they were taken aback by the newfound piety of a man who had claimed -- to an Aspect -- to accept no god as his own, then Parnassus made no sign of it. They merely stood back up on their feet, before looking back to where Corrivalis and the others were threading a careful path through the shaking tunnel. "You heard him," the Aspect called out. "Let's none of us dawdle." OOC: @Nato the Traveler @Burnmad @Sparticus147 -Void
  5. IC: Parnassus | Nightmare Pits With a flick of Parnassus' wrist, shadows rose like lapping waves up Barius' broken body, squeezing at wounds and gashes, sealing them as best as could be managed given the circumstances. Meanwhile, the Aspect's gaze did not waver from Drukarus -- noting the ways that the Skakdi (not a warskak) seemed to look from Corrivalis, to the Aspect themself, to Barius. "I see," Parnassus said. "I have to admit, I'm no stranger to leaving home either--" --which was when the cavern began shaking. Parnassus dropped to one knee, instinctively drawing more shadows around themself like armour. They looked up, watching as at least one of their -- of Barius' -- new warskaks try and flee the scene. Stone crumbled, and the very earth seemed to groan underneath their feet, and for a moment, the Aspect found themself considering joining that warskak in retreat to the outside world. But the outside world responded to that thought with a roar. :Barius,: the Aspect shoot into the Skakdi's mind. :What is this?: OOC: @Burnmad @Sparticus147 @Nato the Traveler IC: Irna | Outside Metru-Koro Squeezing Keitara's shoulder, Irna tried to put aside what the young woman had learned about her -- what everyone had learned about her. That would be a bridge to cross later, granted that the village survived what was coming. She realized, with a pang, that she would have wanted to go with Irna and her new friend back to town, and wait with the maskbearer while she rested. She realized that she didn't Kei to have to worry about what she thought of her. But, looking back to where Skorm and Ostrox stood, Irna also knew the truth -- that was business to finish before she could rest. So she turned, and stood behind her fellow ex-Leaguer, slamming the butt of her spear into the sand. And watching Ostrox. OOC: @Keeper of Kraata @Toru Nui @TL01 NUVA -Void
  6. IC: Irna | Metru-Koro Outskirts "I don't speak that tongue," Irna said, nodding over to Ostrox. "And I suspect he will continue speaking in it for as long as he can. To spite us." OOC: @Tarn @Toru Nui @Keeper of Kraata @TL01 NUVA @The UltimoScorp IC: Parnassus | Nightmare Pits "Where have you been living since your home landed on ours?" Parnassus asked, stepping up side-by-side with Barius. "Surely you can't have been staying in that giant head. I can't imagine that it's very hospitable nowadays, considering...." OOC: @Burnmad @Sparticus147 @Nato the Traveler -Void
  7. IC: Irna | Desert Irna turned her head, breathing a sigh of relief as Skorm seemed to appear out of thin air -- and might as well have, for all that she understood of his abilities -- as she continued to slump against Keitara. "Well," Irna said, managing a tired smile. "Let's not do that again for a while." OOC: @Keeper of Kraata @TL01 NUVA @The UltimoScorp @Tarn @Toru Nui -Void
  8. IC: Irna | Open Air Thunder crashed, lightning flashed, and Irna fell from the sky. She tumbled, end over end, the icy wind whipping at her body, until she could scarcely tell what was up and what was down, what was sky and what was ground. All she could glimpse was the way that the night sky seemed to bleed light, flashes and flames and lanterns on falling airships. She thought she saw Kei fall past her, but couldn't be sure. She couldn't even be sure if Keitara and Skorm had made it to the ground -- yet. It was hard enough to tell if she, herself, would make it to land in one piece. She was moving too fast, too wildly. She tried to remember something, something that might help-- "Do you see that, Irna?" her mother said, pointing up to the sky. It was another hunting trip -- just the two of them, mother and daughter. Food was growing scarce the further their village had been pushed into the mountains, leaving their people no alternative but to climb to the dark summits and clifftops to hunt the Infernavika and Mahi that made their homes there. But it was a perilous path to trek, and their hunting parties had needed to shrink to navigate the steep crevasses and the winding valleys. Sometimes, Perror of the Northern Continent travelled alone. But not this time. "Do you see how the 'vika glides through the air, Irna?" her mother said, kneeling down in the sand, her fingers notching an arrow without even looking down. "Its wings are so vast that it doesn't even need to flap them sometimes. They are so large and so flat that the wind pushes against the wings and keeps the bird aloft, so that the bird does not need to work as hard." Her mother drew back the bowstring, but she didn't fire. She waited, and waited, and waited. Then, the bird raised its wings and flapped, going up, when-- The arrow flew true. The bird fell from the sky. "The bird doesn't need to work so hard," Perror of the Northern Continent said, "it is more perceptive, then. Wait until it begins flapping, and its attention is elsewhere, Irna. Now, go fetch it for me." Her mother was probably dead by now, killed along with Mata-Nui. But Irna still remembered what she had taught her all those years ago, and so she flung out her arms and legs. It was terrifying, like letting herself go in the middle of the ocean -- but she felt herself slow. She felt the world no longer spin around her wildly, and begin to steady into a long horizon, a sky full of lightning and cannon fire. And a desert that was getting closer, and closer, and closer. Irna reached for the cord on her lev-chute. She didn't know, for sure, if this would work, if this what this device was designed to do. But it was too late to second-guess now. And besides, she needed to do something before she hit the dirt, or she was shot down by one of those ships. Like an arrow piercing a bird. She pulled the cord. *** It took more walking than she had expected, but Irna finally managed to find Keitara and the others gathering in the darkened desert. She raised a weary, shaking hand -- she had been shaking ever since she had landed with little more than a few scrapes and bruises -- and slowly made her way over to them. She laid her hand on Kei's shoulder, and surprised herself by leaning on the maskbearer, the exhaustion in her bones only now revealing itself. "Did everyone make it?" she asked, looking around. "Where's Skorm?" OOC: @TL01 NUVA @Tarn @Toru Nui @The UltimoScorp -Void
  9. IC: Parnassus | Nightmare Pits It all happened faster than Parnassus could process -- as though, in one moment, Boss and Barius had simply vanished into the ashy smoke of the pit itself. Corrivalis was already drawing his weapon, ready to fight the interlopers. But Parnassus simply shrugged past him, the shadows around them twisting and writhing, the Aspect's hold over them slack and unfocused as they hurried to the lip of the smoking hole in the ground. They would have felt it if Barius had fallen, after all, they were certain of it -- but they were also a young Aspect, and their knowledge of the world was more horizon than anything else, to their great chagrin. They knelt by the pit, peering out over the edge." And there, that massive S.O.B. of a warskak hung, clinging to a heavy chain bolted to the smooth wall of the hole. Bloody. Battered. But breathing, if barely. Despite themself, Parnassus grinned. "Well, let's not hang around, then," they said, and shadows coiled down from the Aspect's hand, wrapping around Barius' waist. Parnassus stood up and stepped back, the tendrils of darkness hoisting the warskak up and out of the pit. OOC: @Burnmad @Nato the Traveler @Sparticus147 -Void
  10. IC: Parnassus | Nightmare Pits "Do you know how many reckonings this one's had today?" Parnassus snarled, gesturing with their chin towards Barius. The Aspect tried to hide the quiver in their throat, the waver in their hand -- these two interlopers were a fine distraction for Miserix, and enough of a distraction to keep Parnassus from a blinding terror that seemed posed to swallow them. The Aspect allowed shadows to wriggle up from the ground and the corners of the cavern and flock around their legs, like stray cats mewling for food. "And you think, what?" Parnassus continued. "That the two of you are going to be the final blow?" OOC: @Nato the Traveler @Burnmad @Sparticus147 @Unreliable Narrator @Keeper of Kraata IC: Irna | The Tranquility Bridge Irna watched Kei and Kat leap from the falling ship and realized that she neither fully understood how these lev-chutes worked, nor had time to figure it out. There was a cord on one side that, when she gently tugged on it, seemed be taut -- it reminded her of the hunting blinds her family used to use, tightly coiled bundles of canvas that, when you pulled on the rope coil-- She didn't have time to think about it. She just jumped. -Void
  11. IC: Irna | The Tranquility Bridge "Go on ahead of me," Irna said to Nale. "I'm not leaving without Keitara." OOC: @Keeper of Kraata @Toru Nui @Tarn @TL01 NUVA -Void
  12. IC: Irna | The Tranquility As the airship pitched, Irna felt herself falling. But she had lived in the mountains of the Northern Continent for most of her life, hunting Infernavika amongst the cliffs and crevices of that place. She had found herself falling before -- and those times, she hadn't been falling towards-- "Ostrox!" she shouted, letting herself slide across the smooth incline of the bridge's floor, relaxing herself so that when she slammed into the ship's control panel -- perhaps a foot away from the Leaguer -- her muscles screamed a little quieter than they might have. "You're outnumbered, Ostrox," she said. "This isn't a fight you can win." OOC: @Keeper of Kraata @TL01 NUVA @Toru Nui @Tarn -Void
  13. IC: Irna | Atop the Tranquility Irna reached out and gave Kei's upper arm a squeeze, perhaps for the last time, before turning to join Skorm. "Once more unto the breach, then," she said. "Let's get inside." OOC: @TL01 NUVA @Keeper of Kraata -Void
  14. IC: Irna | Metru-Koro Airspace Irna didn't have time to be afraid, only to step forward and drop into the open air. Once she was in mid-air -- she had plenty of time to panic then. OOC: @Keeper of Kraata @Tarn -Void
  15. IC: Irna | The Taku Cargo Bay Irna looked over at this Nale woman that Knichou was referring to -- a mask-bearer with the look of some of the Leaguers that she had once run with, but with the eyes of ... something else. Something that the Zyglak couldn't quite place, but which chilled her, regardless. "Looks like I'm in your hands," she said to Nale, trying out a smile to break the tension. But, with the hand that wasn't holding her spear, she gripped Skorm's forearm. The two of them had gotten out of worse situations than this, right? Right? OOC: @Tarn @Keeper of Kraata -Void
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