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  1. Void Emissary
    IC: Irna | Metru-Koro "Dry your eyes," Irna said gently. "We ... wouldn't want you blurry-visioned for the coming fight." OOC: @TL01 NUVA -Void
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    IC: Parnassus | Nightmare Pits :Well, try not to die, then,: Parnassus replied, before crossing their arms and leaning back, ready to watch the proceedings. OOC: @Burnmad IC: Irna | Metru-Koro "I don't know where Skorm and Tekmo went," Irna said. "We can try to find them, ask them to join us." She looked down and reached into her bag. She pulled out a small piece of cloth -- the only part left of her old cape after Metru-Nui fell -- and held it out to Kei. OOC: @TL01 NUVA -Void
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    IC: Irna | Metru-Koro "You're not the only one who's ever made a mistake, Kei," Irna said, glancing away from the other woman. "...and I'd be honoured to help you defend the village." The Zyglak looked back at Keitara, then. "I would ... like to discuss it," she said. "But perhaps after the battle, yes?" OOC: @TL01 NUVA IC: Parnassus | Nightmare Pits Parnassus grimaced. They had never been much a plotter -- not in comparison to some of their ilk -- but even they could understand that losing Barius right now wouldn't do much for their plans. But it was clear enough that neither warskak would allow for direct interference by the Aspect. But perhaps there was some covert way ... what had the texts said about the bond between Aspect and desecration? A bond of blood, a bond of mind-- :Yes, that's it, isn't it?: Parnassus spoke into Barius' mind. :Can you hear me, friend of mine?: OOC: @Burnmad -Void
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    IC: Irna | Outside Sans' Hut For all that Irna had gone through in the past two weeks, she seemed forever capable of being caught flat-footed. Who the Nynrah Ghosts were was irrelevant -- Irna had only ever really heard of them during the mission on the Ripple, and the only real impression that they had made on her then was their death. But Keitara was one, and couldn't remember being one, it the way that it seemed to mean this much to her.... "Kei," she said softly, her hand fluttering above the other woman's shoulder before coming to a gentle rest on it. "Are you all right?" Flat-footed. Forever. OOC: @TL01 NUVA IC: Parnassus | Nightmare Pits The mists were nothing. Parnassus had seen mists before; they had been born in mists; they were mist; they would die, and return to mist. Nothing but mist, a crude matter to be reformed into another aspect in the great crystal known as Makuta. They would be nothing but a half-remembered after-image in the mind of another Aspect. Nothing at all. Nothing-- Parnassus shook their head. They recognized this magic. They knew fear, had been born under its moon all those years ago. "Tricky Irnakk," they said, and walked further into the mountain. -Void
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    IC: Parnassus | Ash Barrens A slender shadow -- like that of a branch of a young sapling -- suddenly passed over the prisoner's face. It quivered, delicately, in the air for a brief moment, before it suddenly looped itself around and around the prisoner's neck -- not tightly, but evident. "Where," the Aspect said, "did this Apex go?" OOC: @Sparticus147 IC: Irna | Outside Sans' Hut "I.... Yes," Irna said, furrowing her brow. "I'm not sure if there are any here, but they certainly do exist. Why?" OOC: @TL01 NUVA @Smudge8 -Void
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    IC: Parnassus | Ash Barrens "Apex?" Parnassus said, cocking their head to one side. "Did you say there is a creature named Apex out and about around here?" OOC: @Sparticus147 IC: Irna | Outside Sans' Hut Irna glanced over to where Keitara had approached, and then looked away. There would be time to deal with what she had said ... later. Once all of this had been dealt with and Metru-Koro had been protected. But how to do so.... Back in her old village, Irna would have simply handed the Mask of Creation over -- a mere bauble it would have been compared to the lives of her kin. But that was a younger Irna, a woman who had borne witness to the League sending the Krom Sphere into the clutches of Mata-Nui, who had not seen the mask-bearers' god murder a man for no reason apart from malice. The thought of letting the League bring such a creature back to life.... "I ... might understand his reasoning," Irna said. "But ... what if we made a forgery of some kind? At least buy ourselves some time to evacuate the city." OOC: @Smudge8 @TL01 NUVA -Void
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    IC: Parnassus | Ash Barrens The Aspect climbed off their hover-bike and surveyed the land. It was as ashy and as barren as Parnassus had long suspected -- back when they had been a mere wisp in Kumu, looking through borrowed and already-rusting eyes towards the shores beyond the Islets. Imagining what adventures might await them on those distant coastlines. And now, to come to one of the greatest places on the island.... "I hope you're watching my back, Barius," they called behind with a grin, already following Boss through the embers. "Now that we're friends and all!" OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Burnmad IC: Irna | Outside Sans' Hut "Mask of Creation?" Irna said. "That's just a myth, isn't it?" OOC: @Smudge8 -Void
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    IC: Irna | Sans' Hut A lot of things were happening at once in the Turaga's hut -- it was as crowded as a family gathering. A wedding. A funeral. Tekmo was chasing after Skorm, Kei was busy speaking with one of the figures who had helped heal her and others. Irna silently stepped out of the house, to where a number of others were speaking, talking about-- "Pardon," she said to the swordsman. "Who wishes to repair Mata-Nui?" OOC: @Smudge8 that would be Jephro she's talking to IC: Parnassus | Boss' War Party The clanging of metal on metal -- not in the air, but in the mind -- filled Parnassus' head, pulling their thoughts towards those perilous ice-capped mountains. It felt like an age since that sound had bellowed out across the island, an age since their kin had been called to a conclave, and Parnassus had been forced to endure the dry and self-important intonations of an Aspect or a dozen that had never known anything beyond the murky shores of Kumu. But it wouldn't do not to make an appearance. At least for old times' sake. And hey. This time, they wouldn't even be showing up empty-handed. "Onwards," they said. "To the Tooth!" -Void
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    IC: Irna | Sans' Hut Irna brought both hands up to her ears as ... whatever that sound was suddenly filled the room. "Are we under attack?" she cried. OOC: @ZippyWharrgarbl IC: Parnassus | Boss' War Party Parnassus felt the rumbling of the sand worm beneath the ground and, not seeing the point in being killed by the thing here and now, followed Boss' lead and drove on. OOC: @Unreliable Narrator -Void
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    IC: Irna | Sans' Hut The present situation wasn't ideal. "Skorm," she said. She didn't approach him -- either of him -- or even lower her voice. For once, she spoke as he might have on the Ripple, or as her mother might have back home. With stern purpose. "Stand down." OOC: @Keeper of Kraata -Void
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    IC: Parnassus | Boss' War Party In another life, perhaps, Parnassus would have stayed to try and fight the sand worm, maybe even win a little glory for themself and begin the process of commandeering Boss' little war party for their own. But Parnassus also knew that staying to fight could -- even for an Aspect such as themself -- mean death, true death. And such a thing couldn't happen now. The time wasn't right, after all.... So, instead, Parnassus sped away from the beast, joining Boss and the others in their escape. OOC: @Unreliable Narrator IC: Irna | Metru-Koro Outskirts "I agree," Irna said, taking hold of Kei's other shoulder. "For now, I think all of us need some rest, first and foremost." OOC: @TL01 NUVA @Keeper of Kraata -Void
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    IC: Parnassus | Sand Worm Attack Parnassus pulled hard to the left, squeezing through the throng of the war party and trying to circle around the massive ... worm? They assumed so, but they had also never seen something like this before. The sheer scale of the thing was.... The Aspect weighted their options. To be the one to kill the beast would raise them up in the eyes of the war party -- but, of course, that wholly depended on how it could be killed. And the way that Parnassus figured it -- and the way that Barius and the warrior who had been holding onto Reson were going at the beast -- it would be easy enough to hang back and observe the situation for a moment. Laying on power, Parnassus pushed the Horizon's Call further, trying to flank around behind the worm before it came up for another strike. OOC: @Unreliable Narrator -Void
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    IC: Irna | Waveahk's Hauler "Let's give ... Skorm a chance," Irna said. But she was already slumping back down to the ground, next to where Keitara still lay. "Give ... him ... some time...." OOC: @Burnmad IC: Parnassus | Mega's Scrapshop As Barius walked away, Parnassus kept grinning. Perhaps Barius wouldn't worship them willingly. But he could still serve them, one way or another. "Well," the Aspect said, finding an upturned crate to sit down on. "That was a little more tiring than I'd expected. Anyone mind getting something to drink?" OOC: Parnassus open for interaction. -Void
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    IC: Parnassus | Mega's Scrapshop For a moment, Parnassus said nothing. Then, they laughed. They laughed long and hard -- longer and harder, perhaps, than most would have been comfortable with. "You're very clever, Barius," the Aspect said. "Just friends it is, then." OOC: @Burnmad IC: Irna | Waveahk's Hauler "If Skorm is already on his way into the village, perhaps the rest of us should wait here," Irna said. "If this really was caused by Kei's light powers, he may be the person most suited to explain what happened." OOC: @Toru Nui -Void
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    IC: Parnassus | Mega's Scrapshop Parnassus took the heartlight in hand. It was still warm, the light within still flashing weakly. They squeezed it, harder and harder, as shadows weaved out from the Aspect's hand, swirling around and around the heartlight until it was shrouded in darkness. And then -- the shadows were gone, the heartlight with them. The Aspect smiled, and they stood up, looking straight into Barius' eyes. Their own suddenly seemed as deep and as dark as the hearts of dead stars. "Before we begin, there is something you must remember," they said. "The name of your god is Parnassus." It was then that Barius noticed the shadows that swirled around Parnassus' head. "Goodbye," the Aspect said, and their voice was no longer playful, no longer casual. It was a voice like the tolling of bells upon a high and imperious tower. "Hello." The shadows danced and whirled above Parnassus' head, a circlet, a crown, a halo above them. Black tendrils whipped and frothed behind the Aspect, slowly knitting themselves together. Wings, one warskak thought gazing upon those black shapes. Two wings, four wings, wings, wings, wings-- "Step forth into the darkness and prepare the gift," they intoned. Something began to glow inside Parnassus' chest. Their armour steamed and sizzled, like the porcelain surface of kettle, overheating. "A star's heart still beating, still lit." They raised one hand up to their breast. They stepped towards Barius, and they laid their other hand upon his shoulder. "Two midnight horrors cry and shift," they said. "Make them squirm inside the pit." Suddenly, Barius felt himself pushed down to his knees with a force unexpected from Parnassus' slight figure. But it was then that he would have remembered: an Aspect wasn't a physical figure. They were naught but pure will, held together in a suit of armour. And Parnassus' will, in that very moment? It was strong. Strong enough to, with one hand, reach into their chest, their armour bending around their fist, and pull out ... something. "Bind worm and willing host," they said, raising the wriggling thing high in the air. "Tear the yolk and spread the gold." They brought it down on Barius' back. "Devour knowledge and their ghost." Parnassus' words seemed to echo in the air, across the desert, into the very sky itself. "Pray for prey forever sold." Parnassus let go of Barius. "Hello." The shadows seemed to shrink back. The day suddenly seemed brighter. "Goodbye." And Parnassus, without crown or wings or shadows, knelt down before Barius, and held his face in their hands. "Tell me, Barius," they whispered. "What is the name of your god?" OOC: That's one kraata of fear for you, @Burnmad! A minor autohit to force Barius on his knees, just for flavour -- if you're not cool with that, I'm happy to change it! -Void
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    IC: Irna | Waveahk's Hauler "It may not be a bad idea, Waveahk," Irna said, bracing herself against the back of the driver's seat, wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her arm. "We don't know if this condition may be contagious or not. Perhaps only one of us should go into the village to find help, and limit the risk of exposure." OOC: @Toru Nui IC: Parnassus | Mega's Scrapshop Parnassus barked out a hard, harsh laugh as Barius brought the prisoner down on his knee. It was a shame, of course -- the Aspect had felt that they were close to establishing a rapport to this Reson individual -- but a necessary one for their purposes. And it was a fine, fine showing from the warskak. A tribute worthy of Parnassus. Now, to wait for the heartlight.... OOC: @Burnmad -Void
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    IC: Irna | Fau Swamp Irna tried to ignore Kei's hallucinatory words -- especially the ones about her bones. "I'm not bones yet, Kei," she said gently, bracing herself against the side of the hauler and slowly -- agonizingly -- managing to push herself up to her feet. They needed to get out of here, get back to Metru-Koro. And as far as Irna could tell, the only thing keeping them here was concern for the druid from the swamp. Not that Irna could blame Tekmo. It was their fault that the druid was in danger. What else could they do but extend a helping hand? And yet.... "Tekmo," the Zyglak said, laying a hand on the man's shoulder. "We need to get going. We can't wait much longer." OOC: @TL01 NUVA @Toru Nui -Void
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    IC: Irna | Fau Swamp "Here," Irna said, holding out another bula leaf to Keitara. It had barely done anything for her -- but there wasn't much else she could do. Not until they could get back to Metru-Koro and find a healer. Assuming that there was a healer there who was even capable of fixing this. "Kei," she said. "What happened? What did you ... do back there?" OOC: @TL01 NUVA IC: Parnassus | Mega's Scrapshop "Heh," Parnassus said. They clasped Barius' hand -- and, as they did so, wisps of shadow seemed to climb up from the Aspect's forearm, down their hand before tangling themselves around the warskak's own arm. Both Parnassus and Barius would have felt the tendrils squeeze, softly, swiftly, before they seemed to evaporate into thin air. "I believe we have a deal," they said, grinning. OOC: @Burnmad -Void
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    IC: Parnassus | Mega's Scrapshop Parnassus' grin grew wider as they heard the gunshots ring out. "How wide's that range, Barius?" they said, rolling their eyes at Reson's moralizing. They extended a single hand, patting the stomach of the warskak's massive ACR. "Way that this is going, seems like this is an easy enough wager for me to win." OOC: @Burnmad @Nato the Traveler IC: Irna | Fau Swamp Maybe it was Waveahk's words. Maybe she would have felt this way regardless -- but the longer they waited here, the worse that Irna began to feel. Like something was boiling inside her stomach. She tasted bile at the back of her throat, and her skin felt warm, scratchy. She felt herself slump to the ground next to Keitara. With one hand, she absently squeezed the woman's shoulder. With the other, she pulled out another bula leaf and bit down on it weakly. "Kei," Irna murmured as she chewed. "What's going on?" OOC: @Toru Nui @TL01 NUVA -Void
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    IC: Irna | Fau Swamp The figure who approached them was ... strange. The manner of their speech, even stranger. Irna had heard of figures who would retreat from civilization into the wild places of the world, garbing themselves in moss and stone and honing their inner capabilities. But to a Zyglak like her, whose village meant the difference between life and death, solitude had never seemed like much of an option. Setting Keitara down inside the hauler, she turned to Waveahk and whispered, "Do you really think we've been poisoned?" OOC: @Burnmad @Toru Nui @Tarn @Snelly @Keeper of Kraata @TL01 NUVA IC: Parnassus | Mega's Scrapshop "Let's not be too hasty in our assessments, Mr. Reson," Parnassus replied, before their attention was caught by the figure of a shouting Matoran -- the owner of this establishment, from what the Aspect could tell, who had brought with her another Skakdi and some sort of wheeled vehicle. They grinned and leaned back on their hover-bike, glancing between the Matoran and Boss -- and then, towards Barius. That particular warskak was ambitious -- ambitious in a way that an Aspect could well understand -- and Parnassus was more than a little curious as to how all this shake out in the end. "Wagers, anyone?" they said. OOC: @Nato the Traveler @Burnmad @Dane-gerous @A-tak-nid @ZippyWharrgarbl @Unreliable Narrator -Void
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    IC: Irna | Fau Swamp Irna stumbled out of the hauler and over to where Keitara had collapsed. She still couldn't fathom what the woman had done -- how she had managed to drive that crab off, the strange she had used, the way that Irna could still feel it on her skin -- but this wasn't the time for questions. They needed to get away from here before the crab tried attacking again. The crab, or something even bigger. Irna hefted Kei up and carried her into the hauler before turning back to Tekmo. "We can figure that out once we're away from here," she said. "If something's killing the plants, I would rather not stick around near them." She blinked. Stumbled. She suddenly found herself feeling light-headed. She felt something knot in her stomach. She swallowed, hard, and tasted bile in her throat. No. She'd rather not stick around here. OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Toru Nui @TL01 NUVA @Snelly @Tarn @Burnmad -Void
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    IC: Parnassus | Mega's Scrapshop Parnassus let loose another bark of laughter. "You chose a good hostage, Barius. This one's got spirit," the Aspect said, leaning over to inspect the upside-down figure more closely. "What's your name, my friend?" OOC: @Burnmad @Nato the Traveler -Void
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    IC: Parnassus | Mega's Scrapshop Parnassus' chuckle grew from embarrassed to genuine -- perhaps, Barius may have noted, even a little sarcastic. "Your generosity knows no bounds, Barius," the Aspect said, swinging a leg over their bike so that they were sitting side-saddle. They looked over at the figure in the warskak's clutches, and they continued, "You see, my upside-down friend, we Aspects like to receive heartlights -- the fresher, the better -- as tribute. For we are demons, and boogeymen, and gods amongst mortals; and what would such a being even be without tribute?" A grin grew across Parnassus' face as they glanced over at Barius. "And in return, an Aspect would give the tribute-bearer a gift," they said. "Isn't that right, my friend? You have some experience with this process already, don't you?" OOC: @Burnmad @Nato the Traveler -Void
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    IC: Parnassus | Mega's Scrapshop Parnassus chuckled nervously. It had been a silly mistake. But, then, there were seldom signs hung up in the Kumu Islets. "Handles like a dream, friend...," the Aspect replied. "Barius, correct? I couldn't help but notice your skills at negotiation earlier. With your hostage there" -- they nodded over to the figure still in the grip of the Skakdi's ACR -- "and with our dear friend, Boss." OOC: @Burnmad @Nato the Traveler IC: Irna | Fau Swamp What Irna was seeing ... it was impossible. Even the Great Spirit hadn't been able to withstand an attack like that. Waveahk was right. They needed to get out of here. And Skyra, Rose, Tekmo, Keitara -- they were all too far away, all too close to the crab itself. "Skorm! Skyra!" she shouted. "Pull the crab's focus! Everyone else -- get the ###### into the hauler!" OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Keeper of Kraata @Snelly @Tarn @Toru Nui @TL01 NUVA -Void
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    IC: Parnassus | Mega's Scrapshop Parnassus slowed the Horizon's Call down to a stop along with the rest of Boss' war party. After a lifetime spent amidst the laboratories of the Kumu Islets, this garage that the warskaks had decided to stop at was positively quaint. A little cabin, a little garage ... it was even smaller and dirtier than Fort Nektann. The authenticity of the whole place was just delightful, really delightful. The Aspect was thrilled. "What do you suppose that sign means?" Parnassus said, pointing above the front door. "Why would you need a sign to tell people that the door was closed?" OOC: @Unreliable Narrator @Dane-gerous @Nato the Traveler @Burnmad -Void
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