Corpus Rahkshi

[Click]

IC: Tear - Gym

 

Tear took a few steps closer, a new knife swirling around between his fingers. He kept one eye on Door, making sure they were moving in together. Sure he was a capable fighter on his own, but it was good having someone with a bit more than daggers. That, and he didn't fancy getting that axe between his spines again.

 

 

IC: Canvas - Hallways

 

Canvas closed her eyes again, and a set of blue stripes faded in, winding around her back. "Let's see, this is a... Rahkshi of Teleportation color scheme, right? Yeah, Teleportation," Canvas muttered, more to herself than Melody, as she pulled the lightstone tubes from her head. "I think I could put together the spines pretty easily, but the spider might be tricky..."

[FallenAtlas]

IC: Augustus | Halls

 

 Augustus clicked his tongue. He expected a bit more...structure. But then again, the school was made for Rahkshi like himself; their life wasn't very structured in the first place. "After we get to the dorm, I think I can get around alright, if you had other things you needed to do."

[Ghidora131]

IC Spindle

 

Ga-ouch... The metal in his back was annoying the daylights out of him. At least he could move normally. But now it was going to be very hard for him to do much.

 

He moved over towards Tear. "W-what happened? I'm wor-worried..."

[Sergei Rahkmaninoff]

IC: Jayar / Malebranche (Fourth Tier Warehouse)

 

 

There was the sudden, abrupt moment of disorientation Jayar had felt but once before -

 

* * *

 

IC: Kamanau (Jayar)

 

 

- and then, as he finds himself once more sharing in a unity no explanation can do justice to, the instantaneous process of memories and emotions and being bursts out, unstoppable, irrevocable. He knows is futile, indeed foolish, to try and hold it back; it would destroy the greater whole he has suddenly found himself a part of. Everything must that he is must be relinquished, shared, if the Kaita is to fully stabilize...

 

And everything is. Out from Jayar flow learnings in healing, fighting, poetry, echolocation. The memories of a life pour out in a simultaneous splendor, spanning the entirety of Jayar's experiences: a duel with Short here, a disappointing fourth assignment there, now an encounter with Exxan... Even such precious, private memories of time spent alone with Hoto cannot be hoarded, not their lessons or hugs or confessions of love; his embarrassment, not insubstantial, at laying out the true depths of his feelings for her where the others cannot help but see is like all else within their mind impossible to miss. His section of the mind tries to put forth bittersweet recollections of Sontiri's glory and doom as especially prominent; they hold lessons of the wonders and dangers of what a Kaita is capable of.

 

With the unstoppable force of a tsunami the sum of the fragment entitled Jayar flows out for an endless instant, rapidly breaking down the flimsy partitions of their shared mind. As they truly share in unity, a name resonate within their mind.

 

Kamanau! They have become Kamanau!

[Dane-gerous]

IC: Shield (Kamanau)

H-h-hello.

Holy karz...

All these memories...all at once...

The pain....it's leaving.

It worked!

Edited September 3, 2015 by Jayne Cobb

[Smudge8]

IC: Melody-Hallways

 

Melody looked quizzically at Canvas. "W-w-what are you doing?"

[silo]

IC: Snake - 4^th Tier, Malebranche

 

No! I can't do this. I can't. I've got to--

Escape isn't an option, Snake.

The thought enters my confused and agitated state like a knife, its cold voice alien, filling me with dread. I try to open my eyes, closed to shut out the world. I can't. They won't respond. Unease slowly washing over me, I try to move my legs, but its like I'm wading through liquid lead. They're numb. Dead. I slowly realize that the sounds around me are muted, like I'm underwater. I can't move. I try frantically to turn, to run. But every stimulus around me is blurred, fading, stretched and dissolved. I can't even tell which way is up anymore. Primal, instinctive terror takes over as I try to tear myself from this nightmare and flee. Chilly, unstoppable apprehension soaks through my mind as I realize I can't. I try one last time, I try to scream. But my mouth isn't there. My form falls away from me, like meat falling off the bone as it's boiled. Oblivion envelops me.

 

I'm nothing but a mind, stranded in infinite  nothingness. I have no idea how much time is passing. I don't know where I am. I don't know anything. There's nothing to see, or hear, smell or touch. No feeling, no experience. I drift, or maybe I fall, or maybe I am still and silent in this zero space. To even think of it as a space is misleading - you're probably imagining it as an infinite grey expanse, but it's not even that. It's the absence of any self-awareness, any interaction. Time moves on, what feels like eons, and I am still in this void. Once or twice I feel a shape, vast and mysterious, brush against my consciousness. They never quite enter my mind, but I can sense that they're there, at the very edge of what I can perceive. They hint at things I can only imagine...colour and form and scent and texture and temperature and flavour and voice and space around me. I lost these things millennia ago, and my memory of them faded soon after.

 

Gradually, even my thoughts are falling away, leaving only my emotions within me. My life before...this, this indescribable, senseless void, pales in comparison to the endless time I've spent here. I wonder if I'll die here, this not-place that's almost all I've ever known. I wonder if at last I'll fade away completely, and be free. I can feel it now, as the uncountable centuries trickle through my fingers. I'm calm. I let the hope of seeing the world I once knew go, and let this hollow state go too. But then...something wakes me from the unending sleep I was drifting into. Something brushes against my perception, stronger than the rest. It's gone, but then it comes back again, more forcefully this time, yearning to break through the thin barrier that divides us. I can barely think, but I know that I need to get to it, I need to get...I need to get back!

 

I reach for it with my mind, hacking at the barrier that keeps us separate. I feel an instinct that I haven't felt for what seems like forever: hope, the thing that drives me on when I seem doomed, the thing that makes me take my chances, makes me try a little harder to survive when I know I'm going to die. It blossoms inside me, filling the emptiness with form as the spinning, shouting, hysteric shape collides with me. Sensation and light and colour and sound smash into me, booming in my ears and blinding my eyes as I spin uncontrollably into the others. I gasp as my throat pulls in air for the first time in eternity. I'm here.

[Click]

IC: Canvas - Hallways

 

Canvas looked up, all bright and cheerful once again. "Well, don't you feel better? I look just like C... C... Cootie!"

 

 

IC: Tear - Gym

 

Tear leapt back and flung a his dagger down towards Spindle before even processing what he said. Karz, his awareness was slipping with that Surahk over there. "Get back!" he shouted. "Can't you see I'm dealing with an assassin?!"

[Sergei Rahkmaninoff]

IC: Shark / Gym

 

 

That took care of Shock. Now who... Scanning the room Shark discerned that somehow Spindle, despite being pretty much confirmed as an assassin, was not yet in the pit. Probably wise to remedy that.

 

"Assassin," he addressed Spindle flatly as he approached. "You have two choices: enter the pit on your own while you're still capable, or be escorted there by means of deadly force." His own sword and Faithful were at the ready in case either defense or offense were required; clearly he was in no mood to put up with nonsense. Spindle had been generally assumed to be out, after all - having him not so felt like somewhat of a setback.

[Smudge8]

IC: Melody-Hallways

 

"Cuutuk. I g-g-guess y-y-you d-do."

[Click]

IC: Canvas - Hallways

 

Canvas frowned, just a little. It wasn't quite the reaction she had been hoping for. "We could also... look for him?" she hazarded. "I mean, I have a pretty good idea of what to look for." She twirled in place, displaying her handiwork.

[Sergei Rahkmaninoff]

IC: Vlad / Forest

 

 

Vlad fumbled with the map, first to get it open and then to turn it right side up. Consulting it briefly, he informed his comrades, "It looks like zer nearest village vith a population small enough for Rahkshi to be a serious threat ist... here." The last word was accompanied with a poke to the paper where the village was located, to the west of where they were. "It's still a good flight from here, zough... ve might need to stop alonk zer vay to rest, maybe sleep a little." They'd already flown a good distance from the school to here, after all.

[Ghidora131]

IC Spindle

 

Spindle activated his wristblade and knocked the knife to the floor, scowling until the words "dealing with an assassin" hit his ears.

 

"Oh, you.. Wouldn't mind me helping, would you?" He picked the knife off the floor and handed it back towards Tear, handle extended.

 

IC Flabbergaster

 

A thought.

 

"You know," He said, as he turned to walk towards the pit, "you could have just used a red herring to draw the assassins out, instead of knocking off allies."

 

Using his good arm, he motioned for Icarax to place him in, who did so without even looking at him.

[Smudge8]

IC: Revenge-Forest

 

"Sounds like a plan to me," Revenge said to Vlad.

 

IC: Melody-Hallways

 

Melody gulped. "I-I-I d-d-didn't  m-mean to, y-y-you did good!"

Edited September 3, 2015 by Smudge8

[Sergei Rahkmaninoff]

IC: Kamanau (Jayar) / Malebranche (Fourth Tier Warehouse)

 

 

As the storm of memories and emotions passes, Kamanau becomes aware of the physical. They are enormous, bearing armor plating and a row of spines along their back, even six limbs. The power within them is exhilarating! ...but it is dulled by pain. Pain stopped far short of the lethal injury it once was to the part of them that previously Shield, but pain nevertheless.

 

But Kamanau sits idly back on its haunches, and the pain begins to rapidly dissipate, injuries resolve, thanks to their healing power.

[Dane-gerous]

IC: Shield (Kamanau)

Can....you hear me?

[Sergei Rahkmaninoff]

IC: Kamanau (Jayar) / Malebranche (Fourth Tier Warehouse)

 

 

We are you.

[Click]

IC: Tear - Gym

 

He almost took the knife. His hand was ready to reach out and snatch it right out of the Rahkshi's hand. But something felt off about the way the Rahkshi was asking... and the fact that he had a slab of metal embedded in his back. And the huge, lumbering, finned Rahkshi coming up from behind.

 

Tear took a half step back, and his other hand began searching for another knife. "I feel I would do much better without your distractions," he snapped. A quick glance at Beat to make sure she wasn't attacking.

 

 

IC: Canvas - Hallways

 

Canvas grin began to return. "But you don't seem very happy," she observed.

[Ghidora131]

IC Spindle

 

Wasn't taking the knife... Something was wrong.

 

Spindle looked a little confused, retracting his hand. He slowly turned around, and jumped back when he saw Shark. "Gah! don't DO that! you know you could... Have..."

 

He suddenly readied himself, twirling Tear's knife. "Waaaaiiiiiit a second..."

[Nato G]

IC: Hoto - Malebranche Warehouse

 

"M-maybe... you're right," Hoto sniffed, drooping down a little. "B-but I c-can't!" She threw her hands down in frustration and almost picked herself up to run back. "I can't," she whispered, sinking down again.

 

IC: Era - Warehouse.

 

"You can," I said adamantly, "You have to. We've come too far to go back now." 

 

IC Flabbergaster

 

Using his good arm, he motioned for Icarax to place him in, who did so without even looking at him.

 

IC: Sliver - Gym.

 

"Well, that's one more down, time to...." I trailed off, staring in disbelief. 

 

IC Spindle

 

Spindle looked a little confused, retracting his hand. He slowly turned around, and jumped back when he saw Shark. "Gah! don't DO that! you know you could... Have..."

 

"That's the assassin you shot, isn't it?" I asked Recherche, "I saw him fall into the pit..." 

[Sergei Rahkmaninoff]

IC: Shark / Gym

 

 

"Did you not hear me?" There was tinge of exasperation set into Shark's voice as he reiterated, "You're an assassin, so you have two choices: throw yourself into the pit, or I'll do it for you." Certainly only a fool would doubt that he was capable.

[Not Quite Dead]

IC Recherche / Gym

"Yes, that is disconcerting. However it seems our finned friend is dealing with him... swimmingly." A short beat later, he posited a new line of conversation. "Do you have any suggestion for our next target?"

[Nato G]

IC: Sliver - Gym.

 

"Hm... I'm not sure..." there had to be a way to sort bystanders from assassins without having to laboriously go through every single one of them one at a time. "I wish those karzing assassins would just give up already..."

[Ghidora131]

IC Spindle

 

"...What?"

[Naota Takizawa]

IC (As Necron): "Sorry about that... I've just felt a little bit sick since my creation..." Said the rahkshi as he walked off to the infirmary.

 

IC (As Liliate): "Yeah, I can play the marimbas well."

[Click]

IC: Hoto - Malebranche Warehouse

 

Hoto was about to respond when she heard something moving in the warehouse. Something big. "Th-that's the Kaita, isn't it?" she asked in barely a whisper as she slowly pushed herself back into a corner.

[Nato G]

IC: Era - Warehouse.

 

"Probably, yeah," with so many creates and boxes and other objects between me and it, not even my heightened sonic senses could fully make out exactly what the kaita looked like. "We can stay back here, away from it, if that's what you'd prefer." 

[Click]

IC: Hoto - Malebranche Warehouse

 

Hoto didn't answer, but she definitely didn't look ready to go anywhere anytime soon.

[Nato G]

IC: Era - Warehouse.

 

"I'll take that as a yes, then..." 

[The UltimoScorp]

IC Kat:

 

I looked up.

 

"Glad that worked. How're you all feeling in there?"

[Nato G]

IC: Vyper - Gym.

 

I switched to flight mode once more and rose up to stand on the ceiling again, waiting...

Edited September 4, 2015 by Of Australian Origin...

[Smudge8]

IC: Melody-Hallways

 

"Oh, I-I j-just m-miss him is all. I th-think he l-l-left, I h-haven't s-s-seen h-him in a long while.  He w-was one of th-the only ones w-who ever l-l-listened to m-me."

Edited September 4, 2015 by Smudge8

[Click]

IC: Canvas - Hallways

 

"So I guess we won't have much luck looking for him then," Canvas frowned again. "I could still get a spider though. I've never had a spider before."

[Ghidora131]

IC Xi

 

Finally... A chance to leave. Xi went along, stopping momentarily to massage an arm spasm.

 

Rounding the corner, however, he nearly bumped into Canvas.

[Dane-gerous]

IC: Shield

I'm...sorry. For abandoning you all like that. It was stupid, and reckless.

[PhoenixFireBlaze]

"Hey, I'm not done talking to you," he growled, moving to stand in the other rahk's path, "Who do you think you are, prancing about trying to take limbs from people? That's my job! I was here first!"

OOC: Was unaware bonegleam was interacting with him. If I knew I wouldn't have let him leave in the first place. Sorry bout that.

 

IC: Edge

 

"You want that barbarian's arms then just take them your self!"

 

He attempted to push past bonegleam.

 

IC: Pyre

 

Out of curiosity, he went back to the infirmary to check on the matoran corpse to find out whose knife this was.

 

"Palma, what happened to the dead matoran body here?"

[Smudge8]

IC: Melody-Hallways

 

Melody was still confused and decided to try to change the subject. "Wh-wh-what is y-your n-name?"

[Click]

IC: Canvas - Hallways

 

"Oh, right!" Canvas stuck out a bright green hand. "The name's Canvas, mimic extraordinaire!"

[Smudge8]

IC: Melody-Hallways

 

Melody shook Canvas' hand. "I'm Melody.  I, um, I p-p-play th-the f-flute."

[Click]

IC: Canvas - Hallways

 

"A musician, eh?" A corner of Canvas' mouth twinged up in a smirk. "Don't meet many of those around here. Sure is a lot harder to figure out than a paint scheme."