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IC--Kaboom--Gym "You kidding?" Kaboom laughed. "No one in their right mind is going to give up a limb just so you can paste it onto your chassis." IC--Beat--Library The guy seemed awfully keen to get away, so once more Beat didn't question him, though she made no attempt to hide her skepticism. "Well, don't let me keep you, then," she said, allowing him to slip past. IC--Sepulchral--Gym Sepulchral obtained a full plate, walked off a bio or two, and sat back down to resume his studies while he ate. He was pleased to discover that the food tasted as pleasant as it had smelled. IC--Shrapnel--Halls Shrapnel decided she might as well test her system in the most straightforward conditions first. She headed down the corridor looking for the gym. IC--Footwork--Gym "Sounds like a plan, but..." Footwork paused, considering, but he had to ask. "Do you have any idea how we're going to get a Matoran?" IC--Nyarl--Rendezvous point Nyarl decided he'd had enough. There was no point in sitting around here any longer. If he remembered the map correctly, there was a river perhaps an hour's flight from here; it entered the sea on the side of the island opposite the school, but at least he'd be swimming instead of flying, and the water might cool off his still - sizzling faceplate. Nyarl stood abruptly and prepared to leave. OOC: Sepulchral and Shrapnel open for interaction.
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IC--Kaboom--Gym "Yeah, and when I answered it, you asked again. I'm just making sure you don't take it any further than that," Kaboom replied, only a bit less harshly. He relaxed slightly, but did not put the sword away. IC--Beat--Library "Well, the slop they give you at the refectory isn't what you'd call good eating. The guys in the gym have meat and stuff," Beat clarified.
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IC--Kaboom--Gym Kaboom was in a fairly good mood, so he decided to give this weirdo one more chance to back off. "How about you scram before I start hurting you?" he snarled, unlimbering his normal cutlass just to make sure his point got across. IC--Beat--Library "Oh...okay." There was something off about this guy's story--even Rahkshi didn't tend to fall asleep with their eyes open, after all--but he didn't seem to be up to anything, so she decided to ignore it. "I've just been letting people know that some students have some real food in the gym, if you're interested."
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IC--Nyarl--Rendezvous point Nyarl slunk back to the top of the cliff, fuming. He wanted more than anything to teach those arrogant brakas a lesson--and, not incidentally, retrieve his Toa disk--but he was well aware that sort of rash action wouldn't end well. And the only thing more humiliating than being maimed by a lesser being was being killed by one. He sat down sullenly, fingering his stolen Kanohi. IC--Kaboom--Gym "Donation?" Kaboom looked over the other Rahkshi warily. He had no intention of giving up his weapons, or his branches, and given this guy's apparent obsession with dead things, he didn't like to think what else he might have in mind. "Not a chance in Karz, buddy," he finally replied, readying himself in case the nutcase took offense at his refusal. IC--Sepulchral--Gym Sepulchral had just come across a passage that was quite enlightening, provided on read between the lines, when one of the chefs announced that the food was ready. He stood, carefully marking his place, and stepped forward. IC--Beat--Library The library was fairly quiet, but there was one guy toward the back who seemed to be--just staring blankly at the bookcase, really. "Hey, bud," Beat whispered, waving a hand in front of his face, "you okay?" OOC: Beat interacting with Call.
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IC--Nyarl--Village After several moments of racking his brain, Nyarl had a plan that might just be workable. He slowly glanced down at the two unmasked Matoran at his feet--then rose and tossed both of them toward the soldiers in one smooth motion. The one with the rifle sent a shot in his direction, but he was already running into the shadows outside the village. The projectile grazed his shoulder, he made a show of stumbling, and the conscious villagers made tending to his former captives their first priority. They were still undoubtedly ready to perforate him if he returned, but he had no intention of doing so. At least he still had a few Kanohi. If he kept held onto those, he could at least say he'd gotten something from this wretched expedition. IC--Shrapnel--Causeway/Entryway She smiled as the carving Rahkshi wandered off and began chipping st the pillars. Then she turned and walked the last few bio until the walls of the school rose around her. IC--Beat--Halls/Library Beat ran through the library doors, coming to a hasty stop just inside. She paused to catch her breath, taking the chance to scope out the room. IC--Footwork--Gym "Okay." As soon as Feka had completed the welding, Footwork exerted his will on the gym once more, causing the mold to rise upright and the basin to tip toward it, filling the last empty space with protodermis. IC--Kaboom--Gym The duo seemed lost in thought. Kaboom considered repeating his question, but decided he wouldn't get anywhere by pressing the issue. He began looking around for a sparring partner. OOC: Shrapnel and Kaboom open for interaction. And who all is in the library right now, anyway?
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IC--Nyarl--Village Nyarl crouched under the low ground cover, hissing in pain and wondering if he would ever see through his left eye again, when two more Matoran sprinted into view, drawn by the firing of the rifle. They knew what they were doing as much as the first had--one, armed only with a pair of swords, checked the immediate area, while the other, who had another of those blasted glowing rifles, was on alert for signs of impending ambush. Reluctant to tangle with any more light-based weaponry, Nyarl lay absolutely still, waiting to see if the duo would move on. IC--Beat--Gym/Halls Beat considered for a moment. The library would take a bit longer to inform--people would probably object if she just yelled the news in there--but a quick circuit of the room shouldn't be too much trouble. "You got it," she grinned, and dashed off again. IC--Sepulchral--Gym Sepulchral spared the chefs a smile and a nod. Then he sat down cross-legged on the floor nearby and delved back into his book. IC--Footwork--Gym Once the mold was full, Footwork commanded the basin to stop pouring, and watched with satisfaction as it tipped itself back upright. "Ready when you are," he said to Feka.
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IC--Nyarl--Village There was only one practical course of action, if one ruled out running away and abandoning his fellow raiders, and Nyarl had no intention of doing that. So he crouched low and held absolutely still, no even daring to breathe, counting on the sparse ground cover and dark conditions to hide him from view. It almost worked, too, but as the Matoran's gaze passed over his hiding place, the rifleman faltered, swept his firearm back toward the hiding Rahkshi. Nyarl flung his disk as the Matoran pulled the trigger. The target dodged, but was too late to keep his shot from going wide. Flames burst up behind him, and his own projectile carved a bright path through the air before bursting into dazzling light. Blinking the painful spots from his vision, Nyarl lunged. Time seemed to slow. The Matoran, stubbornly refusing to panic, aimed his rifle again. Nyarl poured on a burst of speed, closed the distance, and rammed a handful of tentacles through his adversary's chest even as he pulled the trigger again. The glowing particle grazed the left side of his faceplate, melting armor to slag. Biting back a howl of rage and agony, Nyarl shook the impaled Matoran free and retreated back under cover... IC--Sepulchral--Gym There was the woman from the refectory, and two others toiling over a pot from which emanated the enticing odor. "It seems the promise made in the refectory was not false, after all," he said as he approached. "That smells divine."
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IC--Nyarl--Village This, Nyarl anticipated, was around the point things would start going downhill. He had gotten by fairly well so far with tricks he had learned taking out that one village for his Makuta, but these Matoran were already on edge, and better armed to boot. They were probably gathering to strike back even now. He grimaced. What he saw next didn't exactly instill him with new optimism, either. One of the guards had found the shadowy corner where he had left the first unmasked villager. You could tell this one was a professional, too; he wasn't panicking like a few of the others. Instead, one hand checked for a pulse as the Matoran scanned the nearby area, rotating some kind of rifle in sync with his gaze. Nyarl didn't recognize the weapon, but it's ammunition glowed brightly through the magazine. Just perfect. IC--Beat--Gym "Not sure," Beat admitted. "I made sure everyone in the refectory knows, and I saw a few getting up as I left. I guess I could try the library too, if you want--that's the only other place I can think of where people might be gathered." OOC: Others to come.
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Okay, I'll take Nyarl dodging those shots as a valid criticism. They were supposed to be caught off guard, but admittedly that can only account for so much. I'll accept the bit about him slipping into the village, too--I figured that with the village being so underpopulated, the sudden raging fire might have drawn a few guards from their posts, but it would depend on how meticulously trained they were, and I never actually specified. As for the tentacles, it's true that Nyarl would never be able to strangle a Matoran with his spinal tentacles, but...you're aware that his fingers are tentacles too, right? I specified that those were prehensile in his bio, and they'd pretty much need to be as strong and prehensile as ordinary Rahkshi fingers, or he wouldn't be able to do much of anything. He used them quite a bit in his spar with DeRephic, so there's precedent for actions like this. I never intended for things to go this well for the whole raid, anyway. Admittedly, you can't really glean that from the posts I have so far, but we're literally in the first few moments of the attack IC. Once the Matoran get a handle on the situation, things are going to get very nasty very fast.
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IC--Nyarl--Village Nyarl activated his sleep power as he lunged. He caught two Matoran at the edge of the crowd, ensnaring them and wrenching their masks off before they could react. Several of the nearby villagers turned and fired, but their panicky shots went hopelessly wide as Nyarl slipped back into the shadows, his unconscious victims in tow. IC--Beat--Halls/Gym Beat jogged back into the gym and approached the chefs. "Consider the word spread," she declared, panting slightly. IC--Sepulchral--Halls As Sepulchral approached within a few bio of the gym, he caught the scent of well-seasoned meat wafting through the air. Encouraged, he jogged up to the door and peered in... IC--Shrapnel--Causeway Ah, innocent enough. "Well, the entire island can't be made of the stuff," Shrapnel said reasonably. "Why not check right here and see if the effect even goes out this far?"
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IC--Nyarl--Village Now. Nyarl slithered from cover, his waving tentacles helping him blend into the dancing shadows. As a frantic Matoran raced toward the fire, those tentacles lashed out, wrapping around his head and throat, cutting off his air. Nyarl waited a few seconds after his victim had stopped struggling, then relaxed his hold. Removing the Kanohi to prevent any possibility of escape, the mutated Rahkshi left his future slave lying in the shadows as he stalked toward his next target.
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IC--Nyarl--Rendezvous point This one was a Rahkshi of few words--really no words, at least so far--but the gesture was clear enough. Nyarl swiftly calculated a path and slipped down the slope, his silence, dark color-scheme, and erratic movement concealing him in the gathering dusk until he reached the edge of the village. There, he crouched low to the ground, hidden until the time was right to strike. IC--Beat--Halls With one last shout of "FOOD, C'MON!", Beat ran back toward the gym. IC--Sepulchral--Refectory/Halls Sepulchral’s mind was made up. Some proper nourishment would do him good, he could read just as well in the gym as here, and the brief walk would give him a chance to mull over the information he had already taken in. Ignoring his half-empty bowl, he rose and made his way to the door and down the hall, books once more tucked securely under his arm. IC--Shrapnel--Causeway As Shrapnel landed once.more at the base of the causeway, she noticed someone wandering more-or-less toward her from the direction of the school, seemingly rather frustrated. She approached him, hiding her caution beneath a friendly smile. "Hey you look....upset, I suppose. Anything I can help with?" OOC: Shrapnel interacting with Carver.
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IC--Nyarl--Rendezvous point Soon enough, the Rahkshi chose to reveal himself, and for once Nyarl was the first to speak. "Hello. I am Nyarl. Am I correct to assume that you are the author of the poster?" IC--Beat--Halls/Refectory Beat skidded to a stop in the doorway of the refectory. "HEY, PEOPLE!" she yelled. "THEY'VE GOT REAL FOOD IN THE GYM! ACTUAL REAL FOOD! MEAT AND STUFF!" She wouldn't be getting any awards for subtlety, but it was sure to get attention. IC--Footwork--Gym "You got it," Footwork replied, eyes narrowed in concentration as the basin tipped and slowly, carefully began pouring the protodermis into the mold. IC--Sepulchral--Refectory His reading was interrupted by someone bellowing about "real food". It was a tempting offer, assuming it was genuine e, but Sepulchral had important business to attend to. He paused, considering... IC--Kaboom--Gym "Well, that was...annoying. Who the Karz was that guy?" Kaboom asked his companions. IC--Shrapnel--Causeway The Panrahk slipped out of flight mode, landing smoothly on a pillar rising from the water, and observed the school from afar. It had the austere look that a place of learning and devotion to masters should have, but that, of course, meant nothing in and of itself. Closer observation was called for--and she would have to go there eventually anyway. Shrapnel rose once again and flew off toward the entrance of the school.
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IC--Nyarl--Rendezvous point Nyarl had never flown this far before, and certainly never in daylight. After spending most of the journey flying low, darting between patches of shade and hissing in profound discomfort, he finally spotted the ledge that cradled the Matoran village like a protective mother. He landed gratefully and began looking for the illusion Rahkshi mentioned in the poster, who he assumed was the organizer of the raid. IC--Footwork--Gym "All right," Footwork said, raising the basin of protodermis off the floor and forming a spout on its rim. "We can just pour it in now, right?" IC--Beat--Gym/Halls "You bet!" Beat crowed. "I'll spread the word and be back before you can say Kikanalo!" She hadn't even finished speaking before she bolted out of the gym and down the hall toward the refectory. IC--Sepulchral--Halls/Refectory After an uneventful trip down the halls, and a still less eventful wait in line, Sepulchral sat down at an empty table with a bowl of the school's wretched cuisine. As he seasoned his meal to the point of edibility, he began to read once more.
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IC--Nyarl--Halls/Outside After some time making his way down the hallway, Nyarl stepped outside. After making sure he had a tight grip on his Toa disk, he slipped into flight mode and headed off in the direction of the village marked on the poster. IC--Sepulchral--Dorm/Halls Having cherry-picked the two most promising manuscripts, Sepulchral took the books under his arm and set off toward the refectory. OOC: Shrapnel is coming in the morning. Meanwhile, Sepulchral is open for interaction.
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IC--Beat--Gym "Oh, uh, no problem," Beat replied, a bit embarrassed that the chefs had spotted her loitering around. "I'm just glad someone is trying to do something about the food here." She paused a moment, considering. If they were planning to share, it couldn't hurt to ask..."Is there anything I can help out with?" IC--Nyarl--Infirmary/Halls As he reached the infirmary, Nyarl saw that the nurse was still as busy as ever, so he simply deposited his sparring partner on the nearest unoccupied bed and slipped out as silently as he had entered. He backtracked to the announcement and double-checked the location before heading for the exit, turning his disk over and over in his hand.
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IC--Footwork--Gym "Thank goodness. I thought he'd be here forever," Footwork muttered as Icarax swept out of the gym. He managed to keep himself from reacting too drastically, but his whole body was shaking slightly. He managed to give Snap an understanding grin, which should hopefully look less strained now that the unpleasantness was more-or-less over. He pondered Feka's question for a moment, then asked, "Well, you know more about this sort of thing than I do, but...is there any reason we couldn't just summon a mold from the gym, like we did the forge? IC--Nyarl--Gym/Halls Nyarl carefully disentangled his tentacles from the cane as its owner lay unconscious on the floor. He supposed he ought to take the defeated Rahkshi to the infirmary, given the lacerations and nasty blow to the head his opponent had suffered. He wasn't dealing with some Matoran, after all. Speaking of which...as he hauled his former opponent down the hall, he passed a poster hanging on the wall with the prominent heading: INFECTED MATORAN. His attention captured, he paused to read it. A few seconds, later, he was once again shuttling his inert cargo toward the infirmary, but he had already made up his mind to join up with the expedition immediately afterwards. He smiled at the thought; he had always wanted a pet. IC--Beat--Halls/Gym And there they were: two Rahkshi toiling over what looked like an improvised cooking pot, the container wafting clouds of mouth-watering steam. Beat slipped into the gym, debating whether to wait and see if they offered other students some, or be more proactive about getting some real food.
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IC--Beat--Halls As Icarax departed, Beat winced at his announcement. Planning to slaughter more Matoran, no doubt. She'd make sure she was absent from that particular assignment, if only to avoid the same embarrassing indecision as last time. She was suddenly reminded that it had been nearly a day since she had eaten. As much as she hated the thought of the refectory's noxious porridge, it seemed she couldn't avoid it any longer. But as she passed the door of the gym--Karz, something smelled delicious. Like actual food. She paused in the doorway, looking around for the source of the tantalizing odor. IC--Sepulchral--Dorm Sepulchral awoke feeling more.rested than he had in a long while. Deciding that he had devoted enough time to slumber, he rose and immediately went to work--namely, going through his books again, somewhat more closely this time. He would need to eat soon--most of his previous meal had been splattered on the wall of Lucid's sanctuary, after all--but he wanted to find the tomes with the most promise to bring along with him.
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Edited Shrapnel again. Her hidden sensors are about as accurate as her eyes and ears; their main advantage is letting her see/record wherever she aims them.
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IC--Footwork--Gym Footwork sighed. "I don't think either of us is going to be fooling anyone," he admitted. "Let's just...turn our backs to them and examine this very interesting basin of molten protodermis."
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[Review] 5002942 Bionicle Villain pack
Dark_Stranger replied to Tremah's topic in Bionicle Discussion
The paper stand is a pretty cool idea, and the printing on it is nice, but the tabs sticking out of either end make it look a bit sloppy, and the unfolding base mat doesn't really help. The actual mask, on the other hand, is as incredible as usual. -
IC--Nyarl--Gym The way his opponent was yanking his tentacles around was extremely uncomfortable; Nyarl was just thankful that their articulation wasn't as finite as fingers would be. While some of the incoming tentacles collided with the improvised block (thankfully managing to avoid impaling it on their blades) several more made it around and continued whipping toward the enemy's face--in addition to the fact that Nyarl’s entire body was barreling toward him. IC--Kaboom--Gym Kaboom eyed Burn as the other Rahk sauntered off, annoyed that the fight had ended before he could blow the guy to fragments. Wasn't even a good ending, either; the violence just sort of petered out almost before it started. He would definitely keep an eye out for a chance to whack the guy, though, both as a possible way to make good with his allies, and because he had annoyed Kaboom so extensively.
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IC--Footwork--Gym "I've got sunshine enough to spread, It's just like--Karzhani, what happened to you?" Footwork's song broke off as Snap stumbled over, seeming barely coherent. Given the direction she had come from, it seemed likely she had gotten a better look at the box--and possibly whoever had been inside it. "Yes, it's all done," he said, somewhat tersely, as Feka arrived. Then he turned back to Snap. "Ssh," he whispered, "we both need to put off our mental breakdowns until Icarax and his goons leave. It's too dangerous to react with them in the room. Keep it together for just a few moments." Footwork tried to grin encouragingly, but he felt sure it looked sickly and forced. IC--Beat--Halls Beat thought about doing some training in the gym, but when she looked through the door and saw Icarax surrounded by a cluster of worshipful students, she smoothly avoided the doorway and kept walking calmly down the corridor. OOC: Beat open for interaction.
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Going to sleep on how to make Shrapnel's camera system less exploitable; will edit in the morning. It's funny, I kind of thought there was already someone with that name, too, but I checked the character list and there isn't. Odd. EDIT: Got rid of her spine-mounted cameras, so she's, not immune to surprise attacks; Shrapnel has to think to aim her arms if she wants to extend her vision. Also added the record/playback function, but that part can be dropped if necessary.
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IC--Nyarl--Gym Despite his recent immolation, Nyarl’s opponent was faster than he had suspected. That blasted cane lashed out and spiraled, catching the tentacles like cotton candy twirled around a stick before Nyarl could pull back. Then his enemy tried to yank him forward. Rather than resisting, Nyarl dove forward, his power still active, sending every free tentacle whipping toward his enemy's face. IC--Kaboom--Gym Kaboom had made moved to join in the moment the aggressor had turned his back, but now the fight seemed to have devolved into more insults. Still, there was no point in being disappointed; the physical violence could start up again any moment, and he would be ready if it did. IC--Footwork--Gym Out of the corner of his eye, Footwork saw Icarax's box implode with a strange crunching sound. His face went 0ale as he realized what must have been inside it. He couldn't let himself react, at least not noticeably; if they recognized his horror he could be next. Keep singing. "My head keeps spinning, I go to sleep and keep grinning; If this is just the beginning, My life is gonna be beautiful..." IC--Beat--Dorm/Halls Having completed the process of touching up her paint, Beat scooped up her weapons and prepared to leave the room. She paused, thinking...then, dipping her brush into the green paint one last time, she inscribed a single word on the handle of her bolas: Herald. With that, she stepped out of her dorm and began strolling down the hall, no particular destination in mind.