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IC Blest / Hallway: So, this mace belonged to the short, conscious one. At least... that was what it seemed to be implying. Blest couldn't understand a single word. She did want to teach the other Rahkshi a lesson in the importance of stowing your weapons, but... the bigger one had gotten to that first. "Huh," Blest frowned. "What?" The small one was struggling to her foe off, at least. This much was obvious. Blest dropped the mace - dangerously close to Short's head - and leaned over, rolling Shark off of the victor.
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IC Blest / Gym: The Rahkshi quickly scanned the other participants in the gym. Many of them had weapons at hand, or set aside nearby. Some did not, but they were too far for the weapon to have reached the entrance. The most likely culprits were... Mace hefted over shoulder, Blest walked up to the scrapping Shark and Short, their spar having slowly winded down at this point. There was only one weapon among the two, embedded deep into the ground. As good a place as any to start with. "Hey," she called. Blest raised the mace, menacingly slapping it against her palm. She showed it to the two, who were both panting, fallen into a pile. "This yours?" She asked the pair conversationally.
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Still went to the infirmary, and was talking to Palma at the time. I assumed Vaalku wouldn't be tooooo far behind.
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IC Still / Infirmary: Still looked behind it, alerted by the scraping sounds that was Vaalku crawling, forcing its body along. Stepping aside, it pointed at the crippled Rahkshi. "...And you seem to have another on the way."
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OOC: I was talking about Exxan. Like I could've sworn he followed Fang out of the infirmary, got smoked, and now had to be dragged back. IC Blest / Gym: That huge, domed structure seemed as good a place as any to unwind after a long day. It was filled with fellow Rahkshi fighting, running, all sorts of things. Blest opened the door and- "Whaa!" She instinctively ducked the flying mace, which spanged against her spines, sending her sprawling to the ground. Groaning, the Rahkshi climbed back to her feet, slowly picking up the weapon. Whose weapon was that? Blest hefted it in her hands, getting the weight of it. Walking into the gym, she called out, "Hellooo!" Sweetness masking annoyance. "Anyone missing this?" She waved the mace in the air. IC Still / Infirmary: The place was not that far. Still ducked under the door, bringing the unconscious Rahkshi through it with nary a scratch. It briefly adjusted Exxan's position until it could reach for the recorder. "I found it in the hallway," Still said, as if these few words explained everything.
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OOC: Didn't he just get out of the infirmary? IC Still / Hallways: The Rahkshi of Silence did not trip over the unconscious Rahkshi lying in the middle of the hall. It was much too large for that, spines jutting into the air. Still briefly considered the situation before it, and then carefully lifted Exxan across a shoulder, turning towards the infirmary. OOC: I might want Blest to get hit by the mace but I dunno about the logistics of that since she'll probably have finished unloading at the dorm. Unless youre fine with that?
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Well, I mean, Teridax did make it really obvious at the climax. The Shadowed One is clearly privy to it in a sense since part of it was the reason he started the war. "The Makuta hired us to cause havoc in Metru Nui and then OH MY LORD MATA NUI WENT DOWN." Although it does make sense that nobody knows what happened in Metru Nui, I suppose.
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Oh weird, I thought it was before the cataclysm. I mean, money talks and all, but I find it weird Matoran would be so casual with the Brotherhood.
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OOC: You could, you know, offer to take her to the refectory, or ask if she's new or something like that instead of just going back to carving the knife. Not like she'll ask your life story. IC Blest / Hallway: Hungry... Head turned up high, sniffing, Blest wandered off - not towards the dormitories, but in search of food. She could smell... something, but it did not feel all that appealing.
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IC Blest / Hallway: Oh. "Well - thanks," Blest muttered lamely. That was silly of her. "Guess I sh-" Her train of thought was interrupted by a loud, hungry rumble.
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OOC: I'll take you up on that IC Blest / Hallway: Hey, this guy didn't seem busy. He was just fiddling with his knife right in the middle of the hallway. Blest quickly scurried up to Sanurahk, asking breathlessly, "Hey. Hey. 'Scuse me. You know where I can find the dorms? Map's pretty useless."
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IC Blest / Hallways: What was this place?? The Rahkshi stumbled as she was turned round and round by an aggressive cluster of students. Well, she lost her bearings again. [\i] Blest sighed in frustration. uncomfortably adjusting the sack strapped across her back, Blest picked out and strode in a random direction. OOC: up for interaction.
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Steampunk weird west, where the steel titans of the east seek to expand to the west. These gods are trains. The only thing standing in their way are the outlaws that have sold their souls to the gun.
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Anyone want to interact with Blest? She still hasn't found the dorms yet
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I personally think a Weird Western thing would be cool but if I'm the only one that thinks so I'll abstain until more suggestions come in.
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IC Still / Office: Still nodded in quiet affirmation of the Makuta's words, walking out of the office.
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Nothing wrong with the way he said it, Smudge. People do say "You need the hospital!" after all.
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IC Blest / Gym: Blest nodded in understanding, before another question arose. How did that happen? Weren't Rahkshi all created according to code? Couldn't Hoto just transfer to a different suit if hers was defective? In Icarax's fortress, any being with such a glaring weakness would have been systematically purged. So was it different here? Before Blest could voice her confusion, however, Jayar had already walked out of earshot. And she didn't even get a chance to ask her question! With little else to do, she settled for watching the sparring pair.
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IC Blest / Gym: The Rahkshi gracefully navigated the bars back down to the ground, just in time to see one of her new friends head out through the doors. "Hm. There somethin' wrong with your friend?" Blest asked the remaining Jayar. IC Still / Office: Still turned sharply towards the source of the commotion. The loud, incessant rattling annoyed it, and possibly the headmaster as well. The Rahkshi raised a hand, stilling and quieting the majority of the noise, sapping the brunt of it. It turned back to the headmaster, inquiring, "You have a visitor. Sounds important. Should I go?"
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IC Blest: Brow furrowed in consternation, Blest shook her head, unaware that the other was blind. "Haven't... but pretty sure I can find 'er!" The Rahkshi of Accuracy dropped her rucksack and swiftly leaped onto another student's practice course: a materialized set of twisting and turning bars, all designed to test accuracy. Nimbly scaling the volatile structure, Blest soon found a vantage position. Keen eyes swiftly scanned the arena as Blest quickly noted, and summarily dismissed the Rahkshi practicing below. No chain... no bird... No bird... that's a whip, does that count...? Probably not... No such person fitting Hoto's description. "What color did she say...." Blest wondered out loud to herself. "...Must've forgotten. Really. Who brings a bird here?" Just stuck in a cage, the thing would probably end up in the crossfire of some fight or exercise. Or maybe... Blest's eyes slowly turned to the ceiling. Or she was an idiot. The aforementioned bird circled lazily over some far off corner, far removed from the rest of the training students. That was probably the one. Certainly hoped it was - it was the only bird she could actually see, and it was as good a lead as any other. "Found 'er!" Blest yelled down towards Hoto and Jayar, a hand pointing in the bird's direction.
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IC Blest: An attentive or savvy being would have noticed that something seemed off about this duo. That they were distracted. That they were nervous. That they clearly had little time nor inclination for newcomers. Blest, unfortunately, was neither of these. She continued on hurriedly. "Amazing. They did say that there were more like me, but I didn't actually think they were-" "I shouldn't be in here," the other Rahkshi blurted out quickly, derailing Blest's own train of thought. "What do you mean, 'you shouldn't be in here...' did you need to get something?" Blest asked quizzically, turning towards Hoto. Calmness swiftly replaced trepidation. "...Because if you did, I think I could help?"
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IC: Blest turned around to face the pair of Rahkshi that had entered the Gym behind her. "Hi!" She said brightly. "You're students here?" Well, of course they were. Why else would they be in the academy? Ignoring her mistake, the newcomer pressed on. "Bet you are- sorry. I'm new here," she added, apologetically. OOC: That's Hoto and Jayar
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Gym it is
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IC Blest - Gym: Blest stuck her head inside the gym, oblivious to the action occurring within. Speaking before looking, she exclaimed, to nobody in particular, into the large space: "'Ey! Can anyone help me find the dorms?"
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Is anyone open for interaction inside Corpus right now?
