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IC: de-Rephic "My name is de-Rephic." he said slowly, making sure he got it, as he tailed behind Drift smoothing out the non-existant creases in his hat before putting it back on and joining him by his side.

IC: de-Rephic "Oh, you mean an illuminated Rahkshi! You couldn't have been more specific?" He questioned. "But yes, I shall join you if need be." He said, before righting himself and floating slowly to the floor.

Ic: de-Rephic "Bright? Well, a lot of the rahkshi in this school are apparently rather dumb. Finding a smart one would be hard, nay, impossible. Nor have I heard the mention of a rahk named Vlad anywhere, but that should not come as a surprise as everyone here is relatively unsociable.", he said, still hovering upside-down.

I would think we're going to Pe Ell's location and then sorting ourselves out seeing as how Suko abandoned us.

Ic: Grēgorios Grēgorios hammered the comm out of sheer frustration, before sighing and putting his head between his hands, his exo following suit. He pushed the comm-link button "Well, I think we better set off for those coordinates." He said to the rest of the group. "Did anybody remember them though?"

Ic: de-Rephic *Well, isn't this school nice to newcomers.* de thought to himself as he wandered through the halls while everyone ignored him. A sound entered his ears, a plead for help. *This could be better* Quickly, de entered flight mode and flew to the sound, stopping as he was about to crash head-long into the other rahkshi, making himself turn upside down in the process. "Good day sir and/or madam. I heard that you were in need of assistance." He said to the other rahkshi, the pupil of his eye a "n" shape. Ooc: That's Drift.

A note, from Mutran: "Have you ever thought about creation? How we were created? How we create? It's not very simple. In fact, it's very complicated, too complicated to talk about. The creation process, is, as you know, hard, and painful, and requires a lot of patience and time. One of my most successful/worse creations was the Klakk - a simple creature, but with a unique ability. Doing something like that was astounding. Now, with these "new" Rahkshi, that got me thinking about the creation process, and how it works in conjunction with Kraata - just imagine the possibilities if we used the same process that created the Mu-Cow & the Keetongu (surprisingly created from two very similar substances), but, utilized it in a much more efficient way, a way that would breed the perfect creation for us. I shall think about this for some time now."

Ooc: sorry for the lack of posts, I've been uh... Preoccupied with the curse that is "extreme laziness". I'll just rush trough all the things that have happened to get to where I should be currently. Ic: Krakant The spikes drew closer, one almost taking his eye out until the Toa was occupied with another task... And let go of the staff. Stumbling, Krakant almost fell into the spikes but steadied himself and rose up, about to hit the Toa over the head with his own staff. "Ve are leaving!" *darn* Instead, Krakant pulled his hand away from the staff with a horrifying squelch as the spikes were ripped from out of his hand, all the while keeping back a scream. He stayed at the back of the pack as they exited, muttering about how this job had been a complete waste of his time, and the only things he got from it were a bag full of useless discs and lightstones. His right hand full of holes hung limply from his arm.

Ic: de-Rephic The rahkshi stuttered for a moment before sighing, and continued to wander the hallways. Ooc: de open for interaction... Again.

I haven't been keeping up with other stories much - what is Rail currently doing? ... Actually who is Rail?

Perhaps leaving wasn't the best idea.

OOC: Recommended listening. IC: Keyanu Standing, on the edge, of the crater. The boat slowly trundled forward on the clear sea, the salty air rusting away at the metal plates of the bow, the driver's hat on forward as he smoothly made his way towards land. A simple job, as it required little skill, and the matoran seemed happy to be travelling to far places, despite not being able to swim. The job this time was a small one, a simple transport for a person looking for a new land, or that's what they said. Like the prophets once said. And the ashes, The passenger tilted their hat and smoother their cloak down, as the warm land came into view, with a small port, now in a dis-repair from little usage. The passenger shuddered, despite the warmness of the land swelling onward into the sea air. Are all cold now. No more bullets, The passenger had secretly carried illegal items aboard - duel colts, a small weapon, but a weapon that isn't allowed from island to island. However, the captain seemed rushed, and bored, so didn't search them fully. They brushed them, their fingers running down the indents between the chambers, the different heights of the circular mechanisms, the smooth long barrel. They brushed the cloak back over them in order to not draw much attention to them. and the embers are dead. Whispers, in the aiiir, The captain looked at his strange passenger coolly, wondering why they had gone from that lush island, to their island of shame, and hatred, and pain, and suffering, and darkness. He wondered about their past, their motives, their ideas, thoughts, life. tell the tales, of the brother's gone. Desolation, de-evistaion, The passenger sighed. The land was indeed, not like their own, however, they had made a deal, the die had been cast, the move made, there was no turning back from this one unlucky roll that made the passenger gently caress the goblin's back. The goblin felt uncomfortable. what a mess we made, when it all went wrong. Watching, from the edge, of the circus, The land came much closer now as they neared the port, looking now much more unforgiving, the sand swirling the dust up and then placing it back down. There was a small shop near the port, and a long, winding road leading off into the horizon, seeming to strain on forever. waiting for the games to begin. Gladiators, draw their swords. "We're coming into port now. We hope that you have enjoyed your stay with us." Rang the static message on the olden speakers that were in a terrible state. The captain could have simply said it to his lone passenger (and his only in the month), however, when it "boomed" off the speakers, it made him feel more empowered in his shanty shack of a boat. The boat slowed down and drew up to the port, the matoran jumping off slightly ahead and attaching the rope to the bar to keep the boat stable for the passengers. A small notch in the side fell down onto the wooden board to form a ramp for the passengers. His only passenger walked off and stood on the edge of the port, the sand swirling down by their feet. Slowly, and cautiously, they took a step forward, knowing that now with this step they truly could not return to whence where they came. Form their ranks, for Armageddon. I'M NUCLEA-AR! From that step, they took another, onto the winding dirt track that led into the unknown, continuing past the empty rock shop that had now been shut for a time. I'M WIIILD! I'M BRANCHING UP, INSI-IDE! She continued onward, not daring to look back, walking ever forward in a trance, her legs walking of their own accord while she herself regretted everything. A HEART OF BROKEN GLASS, DEFI-ILED! She regretted everything, but her mind was set, her heart drawn back, but her legs drawn forward by the new allure of the new and unkown. DEEP INSIDE, THE ABANDONED, CHI-ILD! 4:18 The stranger passed into the foggy and swirling horizon, getting smaller and fuzzier until they were gone fully. He did not think much, the captain, but as he rested on what was once a not-so-prosperous shop, he thought about what that person was thinking going into the abyss that is the new island of Mata-Nui. And then it hit him. They didn't pay him. OOC: Keyanu open for interaction from tomorrow.

IC: de-Rephic The Rahkshi continued running until he almost ran into another rahkshi, which he stopped swiftly at the foot of. "Oh, hello!" He said. OOC: That's Era Locus.

My headcannon is that they all got sucked into an inter-dimensional portal and fused with the new characters.

IC: de-Rephic (Causeway -> Corridors) As the congress shuffled out, de jumped down off the rock. Whistling, he made his way down to the corridors, taking every step in his stride. "What a lovely day!" He exclaimed to no-one in particular. "Even the flowers are singing!" "The sins of our forefathers, bind us to the di-irt." Sang the flowers. de stared at the flowers for a moment. "And now it's time to go back inside.", sprinting into the corridors as he said so. OOC: de-Rephic open to interaction.

Kay, I'm back. Quick recap of the things that have gone down with my chars & what has been happening in Corpus would be nice. Also don't speak of Grokk here - we don't need him hopping RPG's like Beetlejuice.

Just as a pointer, I am now in France,so you can bunny my characters if need be. (de is on the rock, Siren is trying to pick up the matoran by the scruff of its neck). However, if you are going to bunny them, do try to bunny them how they would act, not like they're emotionless robots.

Ic: de-Rephic "Don't ask me, I'm just here for the show", he said, resting on his belly and changing his "telescope" into "binoculars".

InB4 Ko is the next city to be wiped off the map. Island. Place.

Ooc: sorry for two posts so close together, but the awful ferry WiFi stopped me from seeing the Tridax post. IC: Siren Everybody had stopped, and was silent in their awe at what had just been brought to light. Siren made the first move, walked calmly up to the matoran and attempted to hoist the matoran up by its back.

Ic: Siren People were funneling off, presuming that the presentation had ended. It obviously hadn't. She sighed and waited for Tridax to continue. Then through the crowds came a group of porters carrying a... Matoran? *Well, this is an interesting turn* Ic: de-Rephic As the rahkshi waited for a response to his handshake, he spied a group of porters brought up something to the Makuta out of the corner of his eye. "Hold on.", he said, turning his handshake into his palm facing towards the other rahkshi, the iris of his eye turning into a question mark. "What do those Fohrok have there?" He turned towards the Makuta and turned his hands into a handy telescope and put it to his eye. Twisting his hands, he focused in on the Makuta. "It's a Matoran." He exclaimed. "Interesting."

Well, if we're talking about plots and stuff now, I suppose I'll go along with and say what I wanted to do with Iyanu. Basically, he was supposed to be the guy with a mysterious past (which I barely got to expand on) who was going to have some convoluted plot point where he was going to rise from the grave in a grizzly fashion and murder Halmos and all those who oppose him. Naturally that didn't happen.

Oh, that's very simple to imagine - stretch them to disproportionate... proportions... and add lots of veins to them.

IC: de-Rephic "de-Rephic." He said. "Pleasure to meet you."

IC: de-Rephic "I don't know" He said. "I've just arrived here myself."