Kovsorr the Collectinator

I put out your fire.

My Mask!

Norik

IC: Phobia (Gym)

"Perhaps," he muses.

Then he continues, "Well, I must thank you for that bout of 'sparring'. I must admit I enjoy causing pain almost as much as you enjoy receiving it."

With that, Phobia turns on his heel and leaves the Gym.

IC: Phobia (Gym)

Phobia laughs, and sheathes his axes.

"Perhaps it takes a unique perspective, such as that of a masochist, to see the things others cannot," he says.

IC: Phobia (Gym)

"That is a surprisingly astute observation for someone such as yourself," he remarks in surprise.

IC: Phobia (Gym)

He laughs.

"You as clearly insane."

I correct the mask by taking it.

From your hands.

Unfortunately, your hands come along for the ride, and are severed.

My mask.

I correct you by taking your head.

From your shoulders.

My mask!

IC: Disco (Library)

Disco hears the commotion, but manages (with arguable success) to ignore it and try to read his book.

IC: Phobia (Gym)

"Unlike you, I do not take pleasure in hurting myself."

IC: Phobia (Gym)

"You are... welcome, I suppose. That was an adequate sparring match."

IC: Phobia (Gym)

Phobia allows the trace of a smile to creep onto his face.

"If you insist..."

He lifts his foot and stomps down hard on her chest.

But suddenly, good guy bullets appear and make you good!

My mask!

I teleport your head into an oven, and take the mask from you headless body, before burning it to ensure you cannot return.

My Mask.

IC: Phobia (Gym)

Phobia looks at her in disdain.

"Are you some kind of masochist?"

IC: Phobia (Gym)

The other rahkshi seemed to almost be... enjoying the pain of his strike. Rubbing his shoulder cut, he walks up to her.

"Had enough?"

IC: Phobia (Gym)

Phobia sees the strike coming, and twists his body awkwardly to avoid it. The knife grazes his shoulder, and he lets out a grunt of pain before attempting to punch her in the jaw.

IC: Phobia (Gym)

"If you insist... but be warned, I can cause you a lot of pain."

Phobia draws his wrist-axes, and leaps forwards, swinging his axe at her legs.

OOC: To visualise Phobia's wrist-axes, think the Bionicle Gen 2 axe pieces, connected like Gresh's blades.

But I am ageless and timeless, and am still around. I reprogram the Terminators, and they kill you and bring me the mask.

My Mask.

IC: Phobia (Gym)

Phobia hears the insult, and cocks his head, looking at Kri.

"If you intended to provoke a reaction from me, you're going to fail. I do not find childish, pathetic comments like yours offensive in the slightest. If you wish to spar with me, then I will oblige you. Otherwise..."

Phobia projects an aura of fear towards Kri.

"Get out of my way, fool."

OOC: Sup to you too, capMARVELOUS!

IC: Phobia (Hallways ---> Gym)

Phobia stops leaning against the wall, and strides into the gym, looking over the Rahkshi gathered in there.

He walks forwards, looking for someone to spar with.

OOC: Phobia wants a sparring partner.

Spot 20 please.

IC: Zavesh (entering Ga-Wahi)

Zavesh lazily wanders towards the Koro, glancing around at the scenery.

OOC: Zavesh is open for interaction.

But throughout this time, I was only pretending to be a burnt corpse!

I leap up and throw a poison dart into your neck. You fall and I grab the mask out of your hands before you land in the electrified water, dead.

My mask.

But the pollution manifests as a sentient being, commanded by my Mask of Pollution Control, and devours you, before spitting out the mask to me.

My Mask.