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  1. IC: Wordlessly Krayn gripped the mug with his other hand and extended it, handle first, to his former commander. OOC: @Snelly
  2. IC: "Good timing." The retired, for the moment, Lieutenant strolled easily to stand next to Dehkaz from where he had been waiting. A cup of coffee in the Sentinel standard mug, a time honored and key tool in the bureaucracy of the ever-growing— and in Krayn's opinion still rebuilding— guard force spoke of a wait, but not a long one. He had two packages wrapped in brown paper tucked under the other arm. "We lose the rest somewhere?"
  3. IC: Stepping into Ussalry HQ was no different than it had ever been. But that wasn't how it felt. Tarnok couldn't remember the last time so many faces had looked at him in surprise. He had been here, doing his duty, for... A very long time. Longer than many of the faces he saw. In that respect he had become a part of the background, a fixture largely unnoticed until it was absent. And he had been absent for a long, long time. Long enough for everyone to recognize something strange had happened, wonder at what, but not quite long enough for anyone to feel the need to stop their little group. Even if Leli was drawing even more odd stares. "Major Leli, Ussalmatoran Tarnok, and a guest," The Matoran said coming to a halt in front of the Akiri's secretary. "To speak with the Akiri. Urgently." @Geardirector
  4. IC: The noise of discontent that rumbled in Skri's throat was more a growl than any groan as the situation changed rapidly. The specter that she had thrown her staff at was an illusion, no doubt. Or at the very least an illusion covering something else. Intentional or not the move had deprived her of the weapon best suited for these close quarters. Lovely. Worse were the Rahkshi that appeared. Though explaining the illusion the explanation only made her more concerned; the sophistication on display should have been far beyond what these Rahkshi were capable of. Which brought the whole mission from 'risky' to 'dangerous as all Karz'. Ronan's thrall was attacking one which left 'only' one for her to deal with. She'd had worse odds. One hand rose and released the clasp on the harness that held her blade on her back. As it descended to grip her weapon she cast into the shadows a handful of detritus. There was no room to draw her sword properly. The enormous blade slipped free of its sheath with the soft rasp of metal on leather, one hand upon its hilt and the other grasping its ricasso for control. It couldn't possibly be as easy to handle as it looked, not when it was the better part of two bio long. But the mercenary handled it with ease and finesse, as smoothly as her own limb. The cramped quarters weren't ideal. The Rahkshi were smart. Some of them were, in all likelihood, about to die just like Skorm might have. But the two Rahkshi before her were no threat, held no danger for her. They could never even reach her. Deliberately, almost contemptuously, she jabbed her zweihander's tip forcefully at the Rahkshi that Ronan's creature lurched towards. It didn't matter if she connected; both creatures would have to cross a two bio field of death before they could even touch her. "Keep it out of my way, Ronan." GM IC: Skorm walked along alone, untouched, for a long while. When light, dim, flickering orange light, reached his eye it was almost blinding. But there it was around the bend of the tunnel just barely visible in its glow.
  5. IC: Hm. The witch paused in her chewing and allowed her eyes to focus anew, the query tinging the air before Deuandra's mouth with a plaintive gray. Water. Water... Her voluminous cloak shifted and rustled as she felt about her person and pockets, hand alighting on a worn canteen that she offered to the alchemist wordlessly. It wasn't purified, clearly it held within it something to give it the greenish tinge and slightly fruity smell that wafted from the mouth when the cap was removed. "If we're leaving, Dee, I need hallucinogens. Taken in through the lungs."
  6. IC: Ah Ahhhh Ahhhchoo. A jarring, forceful sneeze ruined the threat of the glare that Sinshi bestowed upon her cousin. And her nose, truly, had itched long before its threat was made good. What the 'taka? She hadn't sneezed like that since she got to Mata Nui. Someone was talking about her. Someone was really talking about her, or mayble multiple someones, and that made her suspicious. Daijuno. Probably. What could that little creature be up to...? "Never seen them before, and never seen anything like them before. I guess Rahkshi might have an extremely superficial resemblance to Shinushya, distorted by time, but that doesn't feel right. But if Rahkshi are appearing on the Archipelago a couple months ago, that would be..." The Menti rubbed her nose to stave off another sneeze. "That would be around when the Commodore and I escorted Soraya to the Kini-Nui, White. And there was that storm."
  7. Holidays have been suuuuuper busy, I'm sorry for the wait. Working on getting caught up over the next couple days.
  8. Kaithas has been running it and he's been busy. I talked to him just a couple of days ago, though, and he has things planned out he just hasn't had the time to write them yet.
  9. IC: .:Makes two of us, huh, Sari?:. Nihonei favored her sister with a grin more confident than she felt. The mood floated between them, fatigue and uncertainty but with it a trace of surety. Her sister adventured, learned to fight, and she knew— felt as if it were her own— the doubts. That her sister the Toroshu, the academic, could handle going toe-to-toe with a younger Tajaar who looked like she ate weight training for breakfast. And she understood. She wasn't certain she could win, either, but that wasn't the point. Lii was angry. Furious, truthfully, and Nihonei understood. The destruction of her home, the death of her people, and her utter helplessness to stop it filled her with wrath. It made her harsher, angrier, more willing to fight. And that was the crux of it. .:Watch these. Shouldn't take long.:. She slipped the bag worn across her body back over her head, place it gently on the ground next to her sister. No emphasis was necessary. The contents were priceless, at least to her, and her sister knew it. She unclasped and lay next to it her swords and her staff. .:Think up your praise for if I win.:. "I accept and agree." Nothing else had to be said on the subject. The challenge had been issues, accepted, and the judge agreed upon. Anger came from something else. From fear, pain, betrayal or loss and any combination of them all. Anger was the soul's anesthetic. From a Tajaar to an Imperial there were uncountable possibilities for her pain. None of them she could repair, but between herself and the Wyrm there could be peace upon respect. It was the same she needed from Lii. Respect regardless of their pasts. Even if they had to beat each other black and blue. "Will that clearing there suffice, jahagir?"
  10. IC: "Leli and I need to get over to... Probably the Akiri, honestly." Their reception at the gate wasn't unwelcome but it was confused. As far as anyone had known Major Leli and Ussalmatoran Tarnok had been AWOL for over two months. More than strange considering the two of them but the facts had been there to see. No one much knew where either had gone. That debrief with Onepu was bound to be fun, but more important was telling Nuparu what they knew. "I don't know what Leli wants to do with her loot, guess that bit's up to her. Sticking around a while, Kel?"
  11. IC: Saeva laughed. That was the stuff. Not like fighting Erzu where the familiarity was too much, the intuition made for bouts that however inventive were just too similar for her to get too excited over these days. This was better. Unrefined, quick, and for a minimum of stakes. But if the stakes were so low she really needed to have some fun, right? Getting knocked on her 'd be good for her for once. So she grinned that signature, devil-may-care grin and danced in with a flurry of quick, light jabs at her pal.
  12. OOC: @Umbraline Yumiwa Just a gentle reminder about the rules regarding metagaming. Yumiwa getting from the Takea to the Ryuu without an intervening post and being suspicious of the person entering the sub without a clear reason (Dashi make up a part of the crew and wouldn't have a noticeable mental presence, either) pushes past what would be reasonable. This isn't intended as a public callout but there has been some concern from enough sources that @Ghosthands and myself thought it best to address publicly. You are of course welcome to discuss this with either of us privately. We want to encourage people to try things. Even if they won't work ultimately we don't want to discourage them before they ever really get to make the attempt. GM IC: Rudra's chosen disguise, though he couldn't have known it, was almost perfect; the original was far away inside the village and no one would question her presence on the sub. Not until he pushed for the bridge, anyway, a place that she had never been or had any knowledge of. Further into the village, in the midst of glaring at her cousin, Sinshi sneezed.
  13. IC: "Of your own free will." Every word carried, dripped, disdain. Contempt. Not the vague hostility, for the potential for it, from a moment ago; whatever Vazaria had said was wrong, at least in the spirit's eyes, and the cord on which her life hung frayed a little more. Zataka's eyes narrowed, lips pursed, and her presence seemed to grow. The shadows deepened and the low rustle of Rahkshi became a vicious, throaty rumble of violence. "You came of your own free will, isn't that a contradiction? You traveled here of your own free will only to surrender it. The Virtues are insidious. Even outside the Empire you hate you crave Order. Subservience. You want the Order gone but you don't know what to do without it, so you latch onto the most powerful force outside the system. To give you the guidance you seek." "Disappointing. But there's no reason to do away with useful, willing material." The entity seemed to sigh, and the Children closed in again. Not to kill, not that Vazaria knew it at first; when claws hands close upon you, the same hands that you have seen tearing so many Dasaka, there isn't much room for hope. But they didn't. A Rahkshi grabbed her arms, and a second her head; claws digging lightly into her face, a none too subtle warning as she was held still none too gently. A third, at the darkness' bidding, stepped towards her and knelt reverently. Her hand gripped the pines on its back and tore open its carapace, snatching the screeching, writhing kraata from within. "But if you would surrender so easily you are useless like this. Too little will to stiffen that spine. We'll have to fix that." The darkness regarded the kraata within her grasp, screeching at its exposure to the open air. She took no steps closer to Vazaria, clearly considering the Menti beneath such effort even through a proxy. She tossed the serpent, almost washing her hands of ever having sunken so low as to touch it. It oriented itself within the air, sensing the intent of its master, and when it struck Vazaria's mask it latched on and didn't let go. It screeched, a sound that carried through her bones like it had originated within her own body, and the pain began. An ache like a drill in the back of her mind, burrowing deeper and deeper and spreading through the whole of her being. Her Kanohi darkened and with every second the fear lessened, the pain faded away, and in their place was delight. A contentment in slavery. A desire, above all else, to do what the dark spirit willed. As though there were any other option. "You came to offer me your will. It seems rude not to take it." @Nato The Whisperer IC: "Lii." A stronger note crept, not without hesitation, into Nihonei's voice. The Tajaar had her reasons and any other time that would be fine. She could accept that they wouldn't get along but that there was enough space in the Archipelago for them both. Not now. Now division was dangerous when they would have to work together at least as long as it took to reach safety. Better to talk, to work at smoothing out the centuries of bad blood between their cultures. To build a bridge in the ruin of everything that had been. But there wasn't time and more importantly Lii wouldn't listen. Talking wasn't the way of the Dragon. For their nobility dragons were strong. Fierce. Their disagreements they settled not with measured debate but with a show of force, and when each understood their mettle only then could there be coexistence. Youth was much the same, though to combine both in one person was certainly impressive. "These children need you. Fighting fit. You're standing between them and the monsters, and you're going to turn help down just because you're proud?" The Toroshu shook her head, forcing the steel to stay in her tone and rising to her feet to look the Tajaar in the eye. "You don't like Imperials, that's fine. History is full of reasons not to. But we need each other, you and I at least, to get through this so don't be a moron." "Talking with your fists is what you get, isn't it? Come on, then, let's get these issues worked out."
  14. IC: Skri swore briefly and forcefully. On the one hand this proved, just as she and Reo had been talking about before, that not every citizen was suited to training as a Sanctum Guard. The two that stood fast were her best and under any other circumstances she would have told them how proud she was. But even if the others were not necessarily best suited she knew them better than this. Fear, uncertainty, in just one or two maybe even cowardice but none of the three would make them flee so easily. So desperately. She reached for the vines about the figure's body, an easy means to shut him up, and narrowed her eyes for they were not there. With her eyes she could see them as plain as day but to her element they simply did not exist. And that, coupled with the flight of her charges, boded very ill indeed. "Plag, this isn't right." The Sanctum Irregular's voice was low and firm, leeched of its irreverence. The look Kehuri gave her was obvious but there was no time for his bleeding heart. She flicked her wrist and the length of vine still untouched darted out and closed around her staff, yanking it back towards her. It would be needed, soon, and genuine concern entered her mind at last. Not fear, not yet, but a realization that the Lieutenant, or his superiors, had drastically underestimated the lethality of the situation they found themselves in. She wanted to go collect the fleeing Matoran, shepherd them out of the tunnel as was her priority. But the truth was that at this moment she could do nothing for them except hope they fled towards the surface. "The vines aren't real." "Kehuri we need to know who in this room is real and where and we need to know right now." She snapped the instruction, any etiquette long in abeyance. The pollen still in the air, not yet latched onto any particular surface, she gathered up and sent behind her towards the entrance. Danger was properly with them, now, and the only question was who she could get out alive. "LT we need to shore up. Rall watch the door, and under no circumstances stay anywhere except behind me." Skrihen, unlike most of them, had met Makuta's worst. Not the Rahkshi, though they were enough for fear. She had met Heuani however briefly and experienced an attack by real shadow. This figure, whatever he was, didn't ring true but he didn't feel right, either. And she knew her trainees well enough to know that even the most frightened would have stayed here, with her, rather than face the darkness alone. Something was very, very wrong and she didn't like it at all. @ARROW404 @Light @Void Emissary @Visaru
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