"I have a concussion. I'm allowed."
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Posted Jul 11 2014 - 07:53 PM
There was very little Iegasa could offer in such a situation, so simply turned to Kellin once again, silently offering if the other being wanted another cup of tea.
Posted Jul 12 2014 - 12:15 AM
Posted Jul 14 2014 - 02:25 AM
Tivanu peered at the voritxx who apparently was talking to him. Never had he seen the world so clear, at least not before he got these goggles, courtesy of the ga-koro akiri. Now he no longer suffered from his near-sightedness, but it did not hamper his vision abilities either. However with a wide smile he tipped his head to the Vortixx
"Well that is mighty nice of you pal. Afterall not often i am offered a free drink."
His eyes darted for the merest of seconds to Kive-phu, the lava hawk of his who had perched herself atop the rafters of the building. She was never comfortable in these enclosed places, but she would go where tivanu went. His attention drifted back to Krios now
"And the drifts weren't the issue."
Edited by VoxuChro, Jul 14 2014 - 02:25 AM.
"Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."
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Posted Jul 16 2014 - 04:00 PM
OOC: Echelon and group from Kini-Nui
To the blindfolded Ishi, the journey to Echelon's base of operations likely felt like an eternity of walking. At times, he was lifted and carried (none too gently) by the larger members of the group, but with no indication as to why. Perhaps it was simply to insure against the possibility that the Matoran had exceptional muscle memory.
He would still have some clues as to the general environs, though: the stale air of the tunnels grew steadily colder, and the ground wetter underfoot. The chill slipperiness of ice was unmistakable as they continued.
At one point, he could discern the crunch of snow underfoot and the howl of wind above, though both were answered by a brittle echo and the breeze on his skin, though icy, was too weak for the Drifts. Perhaps they were following the floor of some chasm or crevasse, with walls of ice on either side?
When they eventually stopped, the sounds of wind above had long since been smothered, replaced with an eery stillness. Meltwater dripped and trickled. Rarely (but still too often for comfort) a deep, booming crack of shifting ice resounded around them.
Standing in wait, Ishi heard an unfamiliar voice conversing briefly with Echelon, though he could not make out the words.
Metal scraped against metal, and they moved forward down what felt like a corridor. The scraping noise came once again, and then Ishi felt Kohra's clawed hands untying his blindfold.
Once his eyes became re-accustomed to the light, he found himself in a hexagonal chamber, a good few bio in diameter. The walls were made of smooth burnished-looking silver metal; slab-like metal doors, with no visible handle or keyhole, were set into each one. Lightstones in metal brackets illuminated the room.
Echelon and his associates stood around him (with Greisk on the floor nearby) along with an eighth being he did not recognise: a male Vortixx in a white cloak, whose sharp features were visible beneath the hood. This newcomer was eyeing the six dark beings warily.
"You're making an unhealthy habit of seeking me out on other people's instruction, Zadron," the Necromancer said.
Zadron's grimace made it clear there was no love lost.
"I take no pleasure from it," he retorted. "You're a sought-after man, whether you like it or not. At least this time they paid me to talk to you rather than kill you."
"Fortunately for you," Echelon replied, with an icy smile.
Edited by That Ghosthands is a spy, Jul 17 2014 - 05:12 AM.
Posted Jul 16 2014 - 11:53 PM
IC: "I'll vouch for it." Kellin said with a stiff nod, swiping a new cup of tea from Iegasa without looking. "A concussion is when a man thinks his most freely. The flow of creativity is the second most prominent thing in there at this point."
After the inability to deduce where you're going.
It's like diving headfirst into a murky lake. You're all over the place, and always moving, but -karz- if you have any idea what's in front of you.
Well, if anyone was an authority...
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Posted Jul 17 2014 - 02:52 AM
Posted Jul 19 2014 - 04:27 PM
As Echelon gave the command to remove the Kraata - tossing in a rather poor joke about finding me Matoran to play with as well - I nearly sighed. I'd almost decided to name the Kraata, but, alas, it was never meant to be my pet. Even I had known that, however, as I'd moreso been planning to use it as a weapon, and weapons could always be replaced. So, instead, I shrugged, and stopped petting the Kraata.
"As you wish," I said, with as conversational a tone as I might ever use, and just as the Kraata began to hiss in annoyance I crushed it in one clawed hand, cutting its hissing and squealing brutally short. I didn't even glance at the pulp that was left in my hand - nor at the small gobbets of flesh and liquid that had accidentally landed upon the mask of our little Akhmou impersonator. Perhaps I had squeezed too hard.
Indifferently, I tossed what was left of the Kraata to where my Kane-Ra lay watching, letting it eat the morsel and lick the blood from my fingers - wet, bloody hands were useless if one needed to maintain their grip on something, after all, and saliva wouldn't stain anything like blood would.
(Present, Ko-Wahi, Echelon's Lair)
Soon enough we arrived at Echelon's lair, with one Vortixx present to speak with our necromancer. I wasn't aware if I had ever seen the man before or not - perhaps I had and didn't remember, perhaps I hadn't - but he certainly seemed to have a prior relationship with Echelon. And apparently he had been sent to kill Echelon in the past. It was almost surprising that he hadn't been killed for his failure, but on this island, among these peoples, things were done differently than at my home.
For example, assassins were hired somewhat often here. Not so at my home.
But home mattered little now, while the present mattered much, with our options for the future soon to be revealed to us. And so now I would wait, quietly, so that I could learn better what the future would hold for me.
Posted Jul 21 2014 - 11:24 AM
OOC: I'm horribly sorry for not posting ages ago.
IC: Ishi Polzin
The long trek from the Vault of Mangaia and the Abettor’s Cave to the sinister scientist’s metal icebox in Ko-Wahi took a considerable amount of time. Ishi’s captors, for lack of a better word, traveled on foot through the Drifts, their feet beating a rhythmic crunch. The Hapaka wiled away the hours recalling information, running over details, and fleshing out hypotheses. His mind focused on a single overarching question with tendrils of connections branching out into the far reaches of his diverse fields of knowledge: who was Ahkmou?
From the outset Ishi knew he’d picked a lie with insufficient information on the surface. His only first hand experience came from a brief encounter long ago during a trip to Po-Koro with Alarick Polzin, while Ahkmou was still a member of the Cultured Gentry and not an outcast expelled from the city walls, and from the words Ahkmou wrote in his coded journal. He couldn’t remember Ahkmou’s accent, which Echelon had made a key point of using to destroy the paper-thin facade Ishi'd pulled in Mangaia to buy minutes and seconds of life.
But now he'd had hours.
“Echelon,” Ishi said as his eyes finally grew accustomed to the light reflecting across the barest of metal walls. “You brought me this far for a test and I’m sure your companions are more than ready to see me exposed as a traitor. Why don’t we get whatever you have planned over with so my identity is no longer questioned. I have things to share, things you all need to hear."
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Posted Jul 21 2014 - 04:29 PM
"It neither matters who you are, little one, nor do you have capability to prove any of your claims." the Vortixx cut in, her voice as cold as the walls of the cave, though without malice.
"What you can prove, however, is your usefulness. I would focus on doing that, if I were you. Say what you have to say or else be quiet."
He had done as the architect had asked him to do: Always staying near, without being seen. It was easy enough for him. After all, following people like Ambages was his speciality. He had made his way across the drifts and arrived at the massif only a short while after the Matoran and his two guardsmen. He felt a bit sorry for the latter two. Judging from his experience, he was not going to be a pleasant companion, or rather, not one who they could feel at ease being around.
After entering the small, secluded village, he had at first earned a few strange looks. He was not from around here and these days that was regarded with a healthy dose of suspicion, at least when it came to totally unknown people like him. After a few minutes though, he had picked up on the general attitude of the people here and their common behaviour, and adapted to it through his own body-language. It was a subtle thing that was hard to learn, but by now it came to him with ease.
Now blending in, he started to follow Ambages trail once more. It was time to find out what the architect had been up to in the meantime.
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