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  1. IC: Parnassus | Kini-Nui Children want to be loved, because they are powerless and they need someone to protect them. Because the world is a terrible place, and to be loved means that there is some small speck of goodness in that world. Because it marks them as worthy of someone else's regard. It makes them special, unique. How many places had Parnassus looked for love in their brief life? From Barius the heathen, and Corrivalis the betrayed. From Caedast the mentor, and Stannis the liar. Leklo, the fool; Waveahk, the wreck; Drukarus, the tyrant; Whisper, the idealist. Mothers and fathers and cousins galore. Parnassus had begged all of them for love, and none of them had been able to provide. No one could protect the child Parnassus in the way that they needed, none of them ever seemed to measure up to the terror of Xa. They would never be enough -- the entire world might have never been enough for Parnassus. This was something that Parnassus had realized, their attempt at glory in battle against Akamai cruelly cut short -- when, in frustration, they did not return to the ground, but flew ever higher into the clouds, above the clouds. To where the sky and sea stretched out in every direction, and all the sands and stones and smoke of Xa looked like the shine of river stones and crystals of ice. Like some so beautiful and perfect that you could spend entire eternities exploring every aspect of it and never grow bored. And that's when it clicked for Parnassus: They had travelled this island -- from Fort Nektann to Irnakk's Tooth, the Caldera to Kini-Nui. And this island and its people just kept surprising them. They were venal and virtuous, brutal and brilliant, liars and heroes and villains and wonders the lot of them. And none of them would ever love Parnassus enough. But Parnassus -- curse it all -- loved them. Is this what Caedast meant? they thought. Is this what he wanted me to understand? They smiled, laughed -- and they flew down to Xa and the end of the world, to their allies and enemies, cutting open a sky of boundless horizons. The entire world might never have been enough for Parnassus -- but they were certainly going to see how far it went. OOC: So long, Six Kingdoms -- see you on the other side! -Void
  2. IC: Irna | The Ambling Alp "We are at the end of the world, Mazor," Irna said, smiling through her tears. "If that's not a time to let bygones be bygones...." She stepped back, and took him by the hand. He was ... not exactly a hero, no. But not a villain, either. Rather like all of them. Rather like her, as well. And with that thought, her smile grew just a little wider. "Come," she said, leading him back towards the gangplank, back to the interior the ship. "We have much to catch up on ... and I have many people I'd like for you to meet...." OOC: @Smudge8 -Void
  3. IC: Irna | The Ambling Alp "Mazor, I...." She laid a tentative hand on his shoulder -- this strange, foolish, forgotten man. Someone who had cursed people and saved them; and yet neither of those mattered to Irna at all in that moment. He was her friend, her first friend. And that's all that counted. She pulled him into a tight hug. "I remember everything, Mazor," she said. "I've missed you. Don't leave again." OOC: @Smudge8 -Void
  4. IC: Irna | The Ambling Alp "Wait, wait!" Although Irna's words were picked up and cast away by the wind, she leaned over the front edge of the ship and waved her arms furiously in front of the windshield. She hoped that she could make her meaning clear to Tekmo and Skorm (or, rather, Sko and Orm): hold your fire. But then she held one hand up (or was it down?) with her fingers splayed wide: hold your fire for now. OOC: @Keeper of Kraata @Toru Nui -Void
  5. IC: Detsu | Fort Nektann Detsu had not broken his promises to either Drukarus or Parnassus, but it didn't really matter. It was always going to be a matter of time before the warskaks that remained discovered the body of Barius and realized what had happened. And, of course, when questioned, Detsu had simply remained silent on the matter of who had plunged the blade into their leader's chest. Perhaps some warriors had their suspicions, their private little seditious thoughts. But these were paranoid times, and no one needed to make more enemies than were necessary. Most assumed that the demon Parnassus had done the deed, having never much cared for the spectre, and taking cues from the fact that they had vanished shortly after the killing was supposed to have taken place. Detsu was pleased with this. If he ran into Parnassus again, it would be a joy to kill them on behalf of Fort Nektann. Of course, the next logical conundrum was that of succession. Drukarus' role as acting-leader would have been in jeopardy even if he had not gone missing during his expedition to the Godhead. Zekev and Krrenchk had vanished into the wastes after him, dead or deserted -- it did not much matter. And Parnassus, loathe as many were of that demon, would have been a powerful ally. In the end, it had come down to a question of seniority, and most grudgingly admitted that Detsu, son of Retsu, was the most senior warskak amongst them. As was his way, Detsu did not make much fanfare of this occasion. He said the words that his warriors expected him to say, and did the things that they expected him to do. He took his seat in Barius' chair in the Great Hall, and welcomed his followers to a banquet in his honour, promising raids come the morrow. There were cheers, and curses, and jokes and threats and all the words that make up a place like Fort Nektann. Detsu absorbed very little of it. He thought about his family, dead while he was alive, thanks to the slug that pulsated softly on his back -- the one that had kept him infuriatingly alive for all these centuries. He thought about the shape in the darkness that had given it to him, that he had trekked halfway across the island to meet and to whom he had said: "I want to rule Fort Nektann. I want to be king of the warskaks." And the shape, the demon, had asked him what he would be willing to give. "Anything," Detsu had said. "Anything at all." Sometimes, he wondered if the demon had had a sense of humour, laying things out the way that they did. Giving him the means to stay alive when his family.... Yes, this was it. The demons, it was the demons who had killed his family. He knew this, he had always known this. In the morning, he would lead Fort Nektann back south, and he would lay waste to their home. Hunt them, kill them. He would find Parnassus -- and in this moment, he imagined that it had been Parnassus with whom he had first struck that deal -- and he would place his hands on their chest and wrench their ribs open so that their sickly, smoky soul were be lost to the wind, as they deserved. Yes, it was the demons' faults. Yes, yes, yes. In the morning, he would make things right. Yes, yes. He could do that now. He could do anything. Detsu was king, after all. -Void
  6. IC: Irna | The Ambling Alp "If there are weapons on this ship, use them," Irna said. "I'll shoot from the top. If I don't come back ... tell everyone that I'm sorry." And with that, she slammed on the button to lower the gangplank just enough for her to climb out and, using her prodigious Zyglaki strength to cling to side of the craft until she stood right on the roof of the vessel -- unknowingly, in the same place that Parnassus had once stood to face down Nektann. She drew her bow, notched an arrow and let loose a shot at one of the titan's six eyes. She said a silent prayer to Karzahni that it flew true, and struck gold. OOC: @Toru Nui @Unreliable Narrator @Eyru -Void
  7. IC: Irna | Kini-Nui "Then fly us above its head," Irna said, already climbing the gangplank. "That thing's got eyes, and if I can hit one of them, I might be able to do some real damage." IC: Parnassus | In Stannis' Head [It's not your heart that tends to do the bleeding, though, is it?] [If what you say is true, cousin, then I hope you bring about a brave new world.] [But I'm done killing for you.] [I fight only for the Builders now.] OOC: @EmperorWhenua @Toru Nui -Void
  8. IC: Parnassus | Kini-Nui Parnassus replied at the speed of thought. [I've met Oreius, cousin. How many others have you lied to, manipulated?] OOC: @EmperorWhenua -Void
  9. IC: Irna | Kini-Nui Familiar scene upon familiar scene, a palimpsest of memories: the place beneath the Coliseum, Mata-Nui killing that Matoran, Mazor and the Krom Sphere, her ... her failure. It had to have been understandable -- both Keitara and Skorm would have assured her that there had been nothing she could have done to stop God that time, and that there was nothing that she could against these gods now. But that would have been missing the truth of the matter. And the truth was that someone still had to stop them. "Tekmo," she said to her friend, already turning and pulling him back towards the Alp. "Follow me. I need you to fly an airship. I need to find a weak point on that thing!" IC: Parnassus | Kini-Nui "Yeah? And this will mean a lot to me." They reached for the Kraata that still remained suckling at their side, the one that had been promised to Caedast but who for now was simply chewing on the fragment of Makoki that Spiriah had given them. They plucked the stone shard from its mouth, and pushed it into the hands of Whisper's vessel. "If I don't make it out of this one," Parnassus said, "then I reckon that you're the best bet to remake this whole stinking place. Just don't let Caedast become God, you understand?" They flashed their sister a smile -- it was the strange, sad smile of a child walking to their death. And then, as wings of purest shadow grew from their back, they looked up at the titan whose name they could sense was Akamai, and they took off in a flying arc towards it. What happened next is difficult to describe, for it was a battle that took place over two battlefields -- one physical, the other mental, both using all of Parnassus' combined powers. With the Kraata of Mind Reading that Caedast had given them, they peered into the mind of Akamai; and with the Kraata of Accuracy that Whisper had given them, they zeroed in on the chinks in the titan's psychic defenses, their little emotional fault lines that would be struck. They could sense its rage, confusion, bloodlust towards the other titan; could Parnassus use these? They swooped in low towards Akamai, and activated their powers of fear, pushing into the titanic beast a paranoia that something was wrong with itself ... something holding it back from victory against these gnats and monsters ... something from within that needed to be removed. Torn out. OOC: @Toru Nui @Gecko Greavesy @Eyru @Unreliable Narrator -Void
  10. IC: Parnassus | Kini-Nui "Accuracy," Parnassus said, nodding. "Together." They said the words, they drew the lines. And in what could have been a moment, could have been millennia, another deal was struck. OOC: @Gecko Greavesy You are now the proud owner of a Lvl. 1 Kraata of Fragmentation. -Void
  11. IC: Irna | Kini-Nui "I don't entirely recall it myself," Irna admitted to Tekmo. "But if what I do remember is correct, then those two have a grudge going far back." Then, following Ostrox's lead -- and trying to ignore the other figure in the fray who looked far too much like a young Mazor for any degree of comfort on Irna's part -- she fired an arrow at the same titan that her Mantaxian comrade had opened fire upon. She prayed that the Zyglaki venom that coated the arrow head might do even a bit of damage, but she knew in her heart that this fight was far out of her depths. "For the time being, though," she said, "I think we're all on the same side!" OOC: @Toru Nui @Eyru IC: Parnassus | The Ambling Alp "Isn't it always?" Parnassus deadpanned back to Waveahk, and the Aspect was already down the gangplank, standing next to the Nui-Kopen that seemed to be carrying Whisper's newfound vessel. With their free hand, Parnassus pulled free Waveahk's old Kraata from where it had been suckling upon their armour, and brandished it towards their sister-cousin. "I reckon we need all the firepower we can get," they said. "You wanted to be desecrated? Pick your poison." OOC: @Toru Nui @Gecko Greavesy -Void
  12. IC: Parnassus | The Ambling Alp "Can you fight a titan, Waveahk?" Parnassus said, already turning back towards the gangplank. They grabbed the black basalt hilt at their hip and, with a mere flutter of thought, formed the atoms around into the shape of one of their old scimitars, not lost to the warskaks of Fort Nektann. "And could you fight two of them?" IC: Irna | Kini-Nui Ostrox hunting Mazor -- another familiar scene. She drew her bow and nocked an arrow, although its mark remained elusive -- would it be Mazor, the man swimming in the murky waters of her memories? Ostrox, the brute who she unfortunately saw eye-to-eye with? Or -- most terrifyingly -- these godlike behemoths doing battle in the sky? OOC: @Toru Nui -Void
  13. IC: Parnassus | Kini-Nui "You know what, Whisper?" Parnassus said, craning their neck until they could properly see the one-hundred-foot-tall titans smashing into one another outside the ship. "I haven't had a great track record with those sorts of rituals -- but if we survive this, I'll be happy to do any sort of desecrations you want, sister." With that, they stalked over to Waveahk's berth, whereupon they clamped a hand flat on his chest. Creaky as an unused muscle, they let the fear that made up their soul slink its way into the mutant Steltian's, where it would bring about fear and paranoia -- hopefully enough to get him catapulting awake and onto his feet. Was it the most ethical way to go about it? They had their doubts; but as Korruhn had said, they were all running out of time. IC: Irna | Kini-Nui Irna rushed out of the ship, quickly passing even Korruhn, until she had a good view of ... something that nagged at her memories. Something about Mazor fighting a god. "If you don't have a plan, Korruhn," she shouted back to him, "you'd better come up with one quick!" OOC: @Toru Nui @Gecko Greavesy @Crimson Jester -Void
  14. IC: Parnassus | The Ambling Alp "You're telling me," Parnassus said, shuffling onto the Ambling Alp with the rest of the crew. Praise the shadows, Whisper was one of the few members of their family that Parnassus was actually glad to see. After all, she had always seemed to share Parn's curiousity about the outside world -- which, perhaps, meant that the two of them were particularly well-suited to saving what remained of their precious Xa. "What have you been up to since the last family reunion?" IC: Irna | The Ambling Alp "We have answered your question, Korruhn," Irna said, settling Waveahk's unconscious form into one of the empty berths. "Now I would ask that you answer ours: what, exactly, is this danger that everyone in the Peninsula has been speaking of? And what are we supposed to be able to do about it?' OOC: @Gecko Greavesy @EmperorWhenua @Crimson Jester @Toru Nui -Void
  15. IC: Irna | The Caldera Irna looked back at her dear compatriots: Tekmo; Kei and Skorm; karz help her, even Ostrox. Leklo was right -- the last time that she had tried to save the world, it had just landed them all here. Was she leading her friends to slaughter yet again? But, of course, there was no more time to consider it. There never seemed to be. Waveahk still slung over her shoulder, she made her way up the gangplank. OOC: @Toru Nui @EmperorWhenua @Crimson Jester @Gecko Greavesy -Void
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