About Your Father... [Charon]

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Built into the cliffs overlooking the Suvan Sea, Riverfall resides on the edge of grasslands of Cyphrus where the Bluevein River plunges off the plain and cascades down to the inland sea below. Home of the Akalak, Riverfall is a self-supporting city populated by devoted warriors. [Riverfall Codex]

About Your Father... [Charon]

Postby Raiha on November 4th, 2011, 3:25 am

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Kanikra found her fingers gesturing for her father’s benefit to show him which way they were going, just faint twitches of the digits. She was sure he didn’t need her to tell him - through whatever means he had, he likely already knew that they were slowly being surrounded. She was confident enough in his abilities, in what he did from what little he had told her and how much they had seen, to already discern the auras. But one thing was for sure, she did not regret their learning this art. For all that it was a very safe, and mostly defensive magic, it was far more powerful and undervalued than many really, truly thought and understood. The infravision that they had inherited from their father was one hell of a boon, but it didn’t help as much during the day as Auristics could. And to watch the way that the Djed traveled through the Akalak’s form... well, that was fascinating in itself. As it was, Kanikra grasped the pigsticker, her fingers confident in their grip on the handle, as she waited beside Diallo, waiting for her chance.

The hunter’s surest weapon was patience.

She had to admire her sire’s skill with those weapons, and she wanted, not for the first time, to be like that. and to be that good, she would need to practice. Endlessly practice. But she would not be distracted by those thoughts now. Patience for a moment, comfort for ten years. In this case, survival for both of them hinged on the opportune moment. Gold eyes faced the bleeding Akalak that came her way, and Kanikra darted from her hiding spot with Diallo roaring right along beside her like a dog possessed with all of the vengeance Caiyha had to offer. She sized up the man’s anatomy, searching his Aura to see where his energy and weaknesses were the most unbalanced, and to watch for Djed tricks like the Flux. Her long, white, tri-pronged whalebone blade was lined along the underside of her arm. She didn’t plan on catching that axe with it, quite to the contrary. Trying to meet a stronger opponent with a bigger weapon like that meant for severing power in front of blunt trauma was merely a recipe for suicide. Kanikra did not intend to die young.

She was light on her feet as Diallo went for the arm still clutching the weapon, looking to latch on to him and tear the limb off. He would die to protect them if necessary, but Kanikra hoped it wouldn’t be so. Raiha would never shut up if something happened to her best friend. Kanikra went for the other side, twisting her wrist just enough at the last moment to look to slice and scratch along open, unguarded skin. All she needed was to paralyze him. Anything else after that she would get to once he could no longer move. She slashed upwards, looking to catch his arm and sides, hoping to get past him and rake her way through anything she could on his back and neck.
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Postby Baku on November 7th, 2011, 1:38 am

As the lumbering Cerulean, now more apparent to Kanikra by the set of markings on his own face, steadily made his way towards, her trusted leapt into action, his jaw latching down along the Akalak’s arm with bone crushing force as the feral growl echoed out. The scream that echoed out was one of a mix of both pain and annoyance as the Cerulean reached over with his other hand, the arm previously wounded by Raikev’s dagger. The pain must have been excruciating for him, but it was all in an effort to safe his other arm from becoming just as useless as his fingers grabbed the loose skin along the back of Diallo’s neck tightly.

That slight moment, was when Kanikra would notice her opening. The exposed flesh that she so desperately was looking for revealed itself on the Ceruleans proximal forearm. No more than six inches of flesh that wasn’t covered by bracer or shirt sleeve. Kanikra seized her moment to strike, and her strike was true as her Suvai tore flesh open along the forearm of the Cerulean, causing him to wince slightly at the new wound on top of the others. Her attack did not come without reprisal, however, as the Cerulean’s hand released Diallo for the moment, and came swinging in a backhanded slap across her face, knocking her too thee ground as the flesh of her inside cheek tore along her teeth, blood beginning to pool in her mouth.

Another scream echoed form the Cerulean’s mouth now as then pulled Diallo off his arm, throwing him into Raiha. He was finally poised to make a strike of his own. But as he was about to lift his weapon, a sudden realization hit him. He was losing his strength. The fact that his body pumped blood twice as fast due to the heat of battle did little to help him as the poison inherent in the Konti weapon spread through his body that much faster. He lost his grip along his axe first, barely able to grip it anymore due to both the poison and the wound Diallo inflicted. His arms hung lazily at his sides then, his hands opening and closing more slowly with each try. His feet began to drag along the ground with each step closer to Kanikra he came. Finally, after four dragging steps, the Cerulean fell to his knees, and inevitably to his side, unmoving.

Raikev was still holding his own against the remaining Cerulean pouncing for the kill. His body ducking and weaving attacks as his Lakan were swung, their edges finding the flesh of their targets. Every time Raikev seemed to make a swing that would fall short, his index finger would hook along that ring at the butt of the hilt, the rest of his fingers releasing the hilt itself as it swung out, giving that extra reach the attack needed to inflict injury.

As Kanikra studied her father’s movements, she would notice that it wasn’t all just stiffness and power, like what was seen with many Akalak’s fighting. There was a fluidness and grace to his movements, especially in evading others attacks. All of them hand hints of the Konti training Raiha and Kanikra had received from their own training in the Suvai. For Kanikra especially, it would be a lesson when it came to physical conflict itself. One did not have to devote themselves to one particular, and eventually predictable way of moving in a fight. Taking what you see in other’s fighting and adding it, mixing it, with one’s own movements would, in the end, make that individual better overall.

Another thing she would notice, especially in her father’s aura, were sudden bright flares of light. Most often happening in his legs where his Flux was feeding his muscles power, but in several other places all over his body. The color of the auristic energy often suggested pain and injury, yet Raikev faught on, as though he didn’t notice each muscle that was stressed. Every minute tear that happened. Like many in the world who were inherently bastards, Raikev fought for something more than himself. He fought for his people, and more importantly, he fought for his daughter. Such ideals could allow any person to push past almost any pain they encountered. Even as Raikev ducked, burying both of the blades of his Lakan into the chest of the final attacker, the others now already dead or incapacitated, Raiha would know that he would be great pain by the end of this fight.

And Raiha knew that it wasn’t completely over yet as well. As the aura of the last Cerulean was falling, that is when Salazar came into view. The same smile on his face, the casual walk despite his companions dying in front of him. He carried along his shoulder a long metal staff, but at each of this staff, sat a long flat blade. “Starting to run out of energy there yet Raikev?” Salazar said, a slow chuckle escaping his lips. “Perhaps I’ll have your daughter before you die completely. Give you a bad memory to send you off to your reincarnation with.”
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Postby Raiha on November 8th, 2011, 4:28 am

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Never in that moment was Kanikra more pleased of the bond that her sister had made with her dog. Diallo would go to the ends of the Mizahar for Raiha, or die trying. It showed today, surrounded and outnumbered by a bunch of big blue men with tattooed faces wielding weapons, but he had the guts to charge and attack those who would attack his partner. It took a special bond to do that. Kanikra wasn’t sure she could ever manage it - emulate it, yes, but she had always operated on the knowledge that it was better to be feared than loved. That was her way of looking at it, and her method of survival. She knew that if it had been her, she could likely have gotten the same sort of reaction out of the dog, simply by teaching him that worse things happened when he disobeyed. But harming animals didn’t interest her. Kanikra’s brand of cruelty was usually aimed at those who earned had earned it. The mutt did not. He was useful. He occupied Raiha. He served as a form of companionship. He helped her hunt.

And now he fought for their lives.

There was a tiny sense of victory as she managed to catch the Cerulean with the suvai, though she found herself spitting blood to get it out of her mouth before she choked on it, her gold eyes almost lacking pupils at this point as she followed the movements of his aura, watching for the weakness that she hoped would impact him soon. The more his blood was moving the faster it could circulate. She was getting ready to get up, though, when the Cerulean threw Diallo on top of her. She managed to avoid cutting the dog with the suvai, helping him off of her before scrambling up onto her legs again as the dog snapped and snarled, and Kanikra looked for another opening as his steps began to drag. She didn’t have to take another stab at him - he was out of it. Out of this life, for that matter, unless she was badly mistaken. This gave her time to watch their father, to see how he was doing, as she made her way towards him. Yes, he’d said to run. But he was decimating them. One by one, as she made her way towards him, his opponents had fallen, lifeless.

It was fascinating to watch him - to watch the way he moved, the way he adapted to each assailant. It was a lesson, and a vision, that they would never forget. Whosoever desired constant success must change his conduct with the times. Kanikra would have to ask him later, when all of this was done, what he ever saw in Tanaha Sarasarri. Because their coupling and producing of her made absolutely no sense to her. Yes, her mother knew the suvai, yes, her mother was able to create some interesting things from jewelry. Yes, she could be stubborn. But that was about all that she actually approved of. Tanaha had been utterly unequipped to handle her blue daughters. It hadn’t stopped her from trying, but despite what advice had been offered, handling Kanikra had rattled her. To be fair, Kanikra rattled a great many people, not just her own mother. Though she had a feeling it wasn’t something she would be able to get away with with Raikev. Invincible though he apparently was, he was going to need to see the healers before the day was over.

By the time Salazar finally started his approach from where he had been watching and waiting, Kanikra had to give him credit where it was due. He was smart. He was cunning. He had played the part of a drunken lecher, and she had walked right into it where Raiha had been content to stay at the bar to talk to the bartender. He walked her into a trap. He let his underlings do the grunt work for him. Smart leaders knew how to delegate, after all. In his position, she would have done the same thing. So long as the ends were achieved, there were plenty of freedom through the means. The ends justified those means. Whose life mattered but your own? Let the pawns exhaust the enemy force, to weaken it, so as to save and protect his own ass.

But she had noticed that her father didn’t fight simply for his own ass. Else he could have let the daughter he was only seeing for what she suspected was the second time in his life (though she had no way of knowing if he had come by when she hadn’t ever really known what he looked like before now) go. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. But he had fought for more than himself, and because he had, it had filled him with a greater purpose, and that greater purpose inspired him to another level. Perhaps she would get there. Perhaps she wouldn’t. But now, standing beside her father, bloody suvai in hand, Diallo at her other side, Kanikra just eyed him, her pupils almost nonexistent by now as she checked over the bladed weapon for any hints of it being beyond what it appeared to be, and studied the Cerulean for such hints that she had seen within her father. She didn’t expect to see any physical weaknesses on this one. If he was expecting a reply from her, he was going to be disappointed. She talked a big game until push came to shove, but when that push came to be, she pushed as hard as she could.

For all of his arrogance and cunning, she thought he was forgetting a simple truth. The most dangerous beast was one that was cornered and injured. The most dangerous person was the one with nothing left to lose.
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Postby Baku on November 9th, 2011, 9:31 pm

There was a bit of a slowed pace in Salazar’s walk as he began to approach Raikev, and as he did, Kanikra could tell it wasn’t hesitation that drove his pace. His aura show a variety of colors. Confidence, satisfaction, killing intent. There wasn’t anything to indicate magic was involved on Salazar’s part, or anything strange about the staff, a blade lining each end, he carried. Though, as the djed began to stop flowing through Raikev’s body and his limbs began to shake slightly with pain and fatigue from various tears and strains, Kanikra could tell why Salazar walked the way he did. It was one thing to deal with a skilled Akalak, it was quite another to let others wear him down before coming in for the kill yourself. “How’s that flux working for you Raikev?” Salazar then said as he began to twirl the weapon in his hand. “Legs and arms all torn up. Others may not know, but I knew. That’s why you wielded the small weapons. Throwing blades and Lakan. You damage yourself with flux, but can still lift the weapon with your injuries after it wears off.”

Raiha could tell, just as her own eyes were beginning to strain under her use of Auristics, that Salazar was telling truth. It took most of Raikev’s strength at that point just to remain standing. He still stood though, holding his ground in the path between Kanikra and Salazar, his breathing getting heavy, his lakan dripping with the blood of his previous opponents. Salazar began his own assault then, leaping into the air slightly, his body turning as one of the bladed ends was thrust right towards Raikev’s chest. Raikev’s lakan moved through the air, sweeping sideways as the weapon was knocked to the side, deflected. The attack was defended against a lethal strike, but the blade still skidded along his left arm, cutting flesh as Raikev gave a slight grunt. “Never expected any of my men to hurt or kill you. I knew your flux would though. And injuries always slow a person down.” Salazar said as he pulled the staff back and swung it overhead, bearing it down towards Raikev’s head in a crushing blow this time.

Both of Raikev’s lakan were held over him as the double bladed staff crashed along the flat of his blades, causing him to drop to a knee and hold back a scream of pain as torn muscle was now used to stop the force of an attack instead of deflect it. This fight would prove more difficult for Raikev now. Not only was Salazar more skilled than his men, but he was tactical, and now held an advantage over his Raikev in terms of overall health and stamina. At that moment, Salazar then looked over to Kanikra. “Thanks for helping us corner him kid.” Salazar said with a slight wink and grin to the Akontak.
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Postby Raiha on November 16th, 2011, 2:34 am

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Only once she was satisfied that she couldn’t see anything special in the Cerulean or the weapon he carried did Kanikra let go of her control of Auristics, shutting it off. By then, her pupils had shrunk to mere pinpricks. She was going to regret that later - or, at least, Raiha would. Because once they lived through this, Kanikra was going to let her sister-soul have the meatsuit again, and then she would have to deal with the consequences of their using Auristics to the extent that they had. Her nerves felt like they were singing, an almost unusual sensation. She hadn’t felt anything like that in a long time, and from a purely logical, divorced viewpoint, she knew that that was adrenaline twanging through her system. It was only natural. She had felt it when she and Diallo had managed to finish off the one injured Akalak that Raikev had softened up for them. The feeling had only intensified since then, and now that she was just standing there, they were becoming more pronounced to her. She simply wasn’t battle-ready, which was why her body was reacting this way. This would have to be rectified, and soon.

She considered the tactics, her mind working quickly. She knew she was outmatched here. The most she could hope for would be a lucky shot and to serve as a distraction. She could admire the way Salazar had lined all of this out. He held the cards, but she knew enough to know that she was the wild card. She’d only arrived from Mura recently, and she had barely ventured from Sanctuary since she had. They knew very, very little about her, what she could do, what her capabilities were, and even if they had watched her there, that wouldn’t have helped them much, because few on Mura had known. She was a loner who kept to herself and didn’t play well with others. That had suited her then. That had suited her now. With luck, neither of the men knew which soul was in charge. And trying to screw around with people’s heads was an old hobby Kanikra liked to indulge in from time to time - or, at least, she had on Konti Isle, and for now, she was content with watching Kavala through silent eyes in order to find out what made her tick and twitch. One of her strengths lied in secrecy and deception. She had been tricked. Walked right into it, in fact. She could admit that mistake. She had been a fool to mention it in a tavern of all things. Hindsight, after all, was perfect. If she had been smart, she would have gone to the Council and asked them. But considering that they were busy enough and had far too much to do to deal with her... What was done was done.

But Kanikra knew where her strengths were. That was why she knew another simple truth: it was double pleasure to deceive the deceiver.

She shuddered, her grip tightening on her suvai and relaxing it, glancing almost distastefully at the weapon, as if she couldn’t imagine why she was holding it in the first place. “The pleasure was mine,” she sounded utterly toneless. Even in the tavern, she had sounded like a normal person. Now, not so much. Now, she was flat, an almost hollow monotone. “How does one get into the Cerulean? Would finishing him help qualify me for membership?” That was a risky gambit, she knew, one that could work against her in that it might distract their father more than Salazar, which wasn’t in the game plan, but a possibility that needed to be prepared for. Once they got through this, she’d have to apologize.

She waited until Salazar had engaged Raikev before beginning to inch closer, suvai still low in a vaguely defensive position as Diallo watching her for cues. She used her little finger at the big white dog with the bloody maw, indicating the Akalak’s leg. She was specific in the little gesture - she wanted the leg that had the weapon’s highest end, in order to try to minimize the danger at the dog. It meant relying on her father’s waning strength to keep that long, bladed weapon in position, and her own agility to try to avoid it when it inevitably came down on her. But to come down on her, the other end would have to go up, and preferably not through Raikev, if it could be avoided. With a bit of guidance from Wysar, Myri, and Kelwyn, she might just be able to score him somewhere, unbalance him. Because the problem with those big weapons, she knew, was that they tied you up and committed you to a movement that their smaller weapons did not. Even if she trained for it, she wouldn’t have bothered with a giant mace or sword or axe or spear that required two hands. Your own momentum carried you through, or ran you through your opponent’s smaller weapons once you were within range, whichever way that the battle was going to go.

Diallo lunged, then, looking to grab onto the back of Salazar’s upper leg where Kanikra had indicated. She wanted his hamstrings. If they could tear even one, that would help with his mobility. She slashed with her suvai, then, wanting the deltoid on the opposing side, and hoping to catch him on the reflexive movement. Shyke, she wanted anything she could scratch and infect. If she thought she’d been able to force the longest prong through whatever he was wearing, through skin and tissue and muscle, and puncture a lung, she would have tried. But she knew better than that. Nothing ventured, nothing gained... but it was strategically foolish to put everything in a single charge you could not recover from easily from an enemy you knew little about, even if they were otherwise occupied.
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Postby Baku on November 19th, 2011, 5:20 am

Salazar was smirking at Kanikra’s word, his gaze shifting back and forth as he continued to press his own strength to keep Raikev pinned down with his current attack. His head then turned, just slightly. His ear then twitched as he heard the slight, split second growl that bellowed from Diallo’s lungs, that rustle of the earth beneath his paws when they dug in and lunged his body forward.

Salazar’s movements were that of a experienced veteran, smooth and without waste as his spear tip lifted from Raikev’s guard, allowing him a moment of reprieve. In that instant as Diallo and Kanikra attacked, the one leg they had both been going for slid forward, causing both of their attacks to miss. His whole body then spun around as Kanikra tried to strike his deltoid next, finding her mark missing by just a half inch. That half inch would cost her, however, as she felt the cold iron of Salazar’s spear smacking along the back of the calf, hitting it out from under her. Her foot lifted into the ground, the momentum eventually carrying her other foot up as well before she found herself airborne for a split second, then falling to a stiff impact with the ground.

To the dog’s credit, Diallo pressed his attack again, but was only found by Salazar’s foot, kicking the dog to the ground as he gave out a slight yelp, finding himself pinned by to the ground by Salazar’s boot at his neck as a yelp, followed by a soft, daze whimper was released by Diallo next. Kanikra would just open her eyes to see Salazar’s weapon pointed and inch from her right eye. “You are inexperienced, and it shows terribly.” Salazar said to Kanikra, an amused tone in his voice. “Your tone may be flat, your face expressionless, but your intent still screams from the body language you carry. The way the muscles tensed in your forearm as you gripped your weapon. How you decided to inch closer with your mutt. Someone like me, I could read your intent as easily as a narration in a fictional novel. And I don’t need the Father-God’s mark to do it. It isn’t all about reading faces in battle kiddo. But you did try your hand at deception and double crossing. You would have been well on your way to getting the face tattooed. But I’ll let you in on a little secret kid, the truly dangerous Ceruleans, are the ones who haven’t been caught to be tattooed, and they aren’t joiners. Shame you won’t live to see if you achieve such.”

It almost seemed the end, but before Salazar could deliver his thrust that would extinguish Kanikra’s light for good, the blue pair of arms had suddenly darted out from behind him, reaching around Salazar and grabbing his staff. A grunt was then heard by both of them as the shaft of the weapon was brought up to Salazar’s neck, pinning his arms as he used all his strength to keep from having his windpipe crushed. “You talk to much, you petching pile of Zith shyke.” A deeper, more visceral voice now rang out, as the face of Raiha and Kanikra’s father suddenly appeared along Salazar’s shoulder, his face contorted in violence as teeth grit, the brow furrowed and the nostrils flared. “You failed to see that while she may have been looking to strike, she wasn’t looking to kill. Even if she had missed, she bought me the few ticks I needed.”

“Kanrath!” Salazar hissed, his own teeth clenched tightly as the name hissed out between them.

“You bet your soon-to-be-dead ass!” Kanrath said, a slight amount of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. “You call yourself a badass, but guess what? As experienced as you are, as a dark brother, you forget one essential thing. We love the bad. Deception, battle, debauchery, pain. We don’t avoid it, we revel in it. The pain I’m in? My muscles and tendon’s torn and strained? I can still go on because I love it. It makes me feel so very much alive. I’ll let you experience it until you die.”

Kanrath’s gaze suddenly shot towards Kanikra as she laid there. When their eyes locked, Kanikra didn‘t need auristics to tell the raw emotion that flowed from Kanrath as he held control of the body. Violence, deception, pain. He was like wrath, contained within a body and unleashed in subtle actions. It was something that would shake Raiha‘s very soul, and cause pride and possibly a certain amount of euphoria within Kanikra‘s. Raikev was tactical, patient, protective. Kanrath was cunning, visceral, and harsh. “On your feet, girl. Daddy wants you to do something for him.” Kanrath said, a certain malevolence in his tone as he pulled back, wrapping his legs around Salazar as both of them fell back. Kanrath used his entire body at that point to keep Salazar’s immobilized.

As Kanikra got to her feet, she could see Kanrath’s eyes peeking over Salazar’s frame, a smile widening on his face. “Climb on top of him. Grip his hair with your free hand. Make sure he doesn’t move it around so much.” Kanrath then began to explain. “Then, I want you to take your little Suvai there, and slowly begin to push it up through the hollow of the underside of his jaw. Not any faster than an inch of your weapon goes in every five ticks of the chime. Make it slow, make it painful, and look into his eyes every moment. Immortalize the fear in his eyes into your memory until the tip of your weapon enters his brain and you take his life. Make daddy proud.”
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Postby Raiha on November 19th, 2011, 8:48 pm

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So close. But so close was never good enough. You either accomplished what you set out to do, or you failed. There was no middle ground. There was success or failure. That was what Kanikra lived by. For Raiha, sometimes trying was good enough - baby steps. Trying, to Kanikra, was just a softer word for failure. And she had failed to hit her mark. She tried to recover her balance, to restore her center, but he was faster than she was, much faster. Her foot went up, and in less than the space of time she had to breathe, so did the rest of her. The impact when she hit the ground was hard, but not unfamiliar. It felt much like falling off of her horse. Not quite in the same space as falling off a roof, considering the distance to impact was much shorter, but still, it took the breath out of her. She was going to have to learn to land and get up better. That one was added to her mental list. She heard Diallo’s yelp and whimper, and felt Raiha’s dismay at what she knew was the dog’s pain. Had she been anyone else, Kanikra might have felt bad about it. But feeling was for other people. She didn’t trouble herself with that bleeding-hearted shyke. Feelings clouded over what you needed to do to survive. You did what you had to do to do what you wanted to do. She eyed the tip of the weapon, her gaze following its shaft to the hands, body, and face of the Akalak who wielded it. Just stay calm, she told her twin as cold gold eyes stared at Salazar. Just stay calm.

Diallo, and Father, they---!

They are fine, Kanikra cut her off. They are fine. You want to believe in the good of everyone? Believe in that, Raiha. She listened to Salazar’s little speech as she got her breath back, trying to keep it regulated so she still looked breathless. Meditation was all about controlling one’s breathing. This was a good a place as any to practice it, if only to make Raiha stay calm, though she never took her eyes off of Salazar. Well, that was a damned good point... and certainly changed her outlook with that realization. She didn’t need her face tattooed to be a nasty bitch. She could play to her strengths, hiding and lingering and concealing. The Cerulean were simply those who got caught. The smart ones were the ones who didn’t get caught, and as such could be left to operate in far more peace with far less supervision and suspicion... Well, well, well. I have a new goal, she mused more to herself than Raiha, though she felt Raiha’s annoyance at that.

You would want to be one of them after this?


No, Kanikra corrected her, I do plan on being a piece of work from the shadows. Face paint bores me. Just relax. Breathe. I am, aren’t I?

You have terrible timing for terrible jokes, Raiha retorted.

There you go, get angry. Nothing gets accomplished without it. Unless you’re me. Raiha was difficult to stir to anger. Normally she preferred to keep her sister soul as calm as she was, because calmness usually led to clarity, and that was something Raiha with all of her handicapping emotions had problems understanding, if you asked Kanikra. She hoped those ticks had been enough to buy their father some time to do something. Maybe her words had bothered him a bit too much. Maybe she had crossed the line. But Kanikra was hardly ever content to toe the line. She would rather eat the chalk it had been drawn with. But this was it, now, wasn’t it? The spear was moving, about to finish her off, and then it... rather wasn’t. Aha, there he was. There was some victory, there - her dislike of long lectures mid-fight was proven correct once again. Kanikra allowed herself to taste some of the relief that Raiha was practically flooding with. It was against everything she was used to, having to have faith in someone else to come through. She didn’t like doing that, relying on others. Relying on others made you weaker and less self-sufficient, and if there was one thing she was determined to be, to force herself and her sister to be, was to rely on their own selves. Neither could be truly alone with the other always there, much to Kanikra’s chagrin. But it worked out. Dogs and birds and horses were tools, for Kanikra, and company for Raiha. They had enabled her to spend most of her time outside of Mura on Konti Isle, if only because Diallo was one of the biggest and nastiest things there. This wasn’t so in Riverfall. Probably never would be. But it just meant she had so much more work that she needed to do to improve. In Sanctuary, at least, they had enough time on their own when Raiha got chores done and helped where she could.

To hear their father now... that shook Raiha, unsettling her even more than she already had been. To be fair, this had been a very, very eventful day for her. Not only had they found their father, they had been almost killed in the process, their actions had almost gotten him killed as well. She had learned some revelations about her sister and her less-than-pleasant intentions and goals which may or may not have included utterly destroying Raiha in the process, but certainly meant that she wanted to be in charge, or close to it, far more than she was now. Kanikra clearly wasn’t content with the status quo. Not anymore. But she would have time to think on that later. But there was no denying that Kanikra liked what she was hearing now, and was pleasantly surprised that her own name, the name she had given herself, did derive from their father’s. Tanaha had named Raiha for herself and Raikev. She hadn’t known how to name Kanikra, having never seen the wraith until later. So Kanikra had named herself, going with what seemed natural and comfortable to her. She always thought that her name came to her in the whispers of the night from the Goddess herself. Maybe it had.

Glad that she was in charge of their body right then, Kanikra pulled herself up. The wealth of emotions that came off of Kanrath were invigorating. It was so different from her own lack, her complete and utter disconnect... and it fascinated her to experience them, meeting his eyes and not looking away, one corner of her mouth twitching in the beginnings of a smile in response to his. She checked quickly on the big white Deerstalker. Dazed. But he looked like he would live -- with a lot of rest and loving. Good. It would have been a massive pain in her blue ass to get another dog and raise it and train it. But Diallo would be okay. That would calm Raiha down. In fact, it already was, because Raikev... no, Kanrath, now, was up and about and the tables had turned. But Kanikra didn’t want her sister calm right now. She wanted her mad, full of piss and vinegar and frustration and only one real target to take it out on. He’ll be fine now, you know. But this is the petching bastard who hurt him. Who hurt our father and almost got us killed, by the way, she reminded Raiha. Guess what he would have done to Uzima if we’d brought her along? You know what he would have done. This is why you defeat an enemy so soundly, so completely, that they never come back for revenge. Because if you don’t, you would always be looking over your shoulder for him. We fell for it before... can’t give him another chance, she guided Raiha’s anger towards what she felt was the logical conclusion. She was pretty certain that Raiha would accept that Salazar deserved to die - had to die, for that matter, to protect those that they cared about, but she could tell by the way Kanrath was talking that Raiha would not like whatever was coming. And she didn’t, as Kanikra calmly grasped her suvai, adjusting her grip so that her fingers held the prongs steady, the handle of the weapon lining along her palm as she approached the two men.

By the time Kanrath was done giving her her instructions, the tiny beginning seed of a smile had grown into one at full bloom. It was a dichotomy - the glowing smile, and the icy eyes that held no warmth whatever. But she was thrilled with this task, completely and utterly thrilled. Her sister was hurting. This would be for her, too. For the dog. For every little lie and trick they had fallen for today. This would be satisfying. So very, very satisfying. It was why she had enjoyed cutting into a pumpkin with a hunting knife. They had less give than a body, and they made far less of a mess. It was a lot harder to find people to mutilate on Konti Isle. But she approached the two, stepping neatly to avoid trodding on her father - that was just rude and disrespectful, after all, considering the gift he was giving her. And this gift made up, quite a bit, for everything she’d missed while she was growing up without him. She straddled Salazar’s chest, mindful of not putting much of her weight on him, and began to work the fingers of her free hand along his hair, winding carefully to get as close to the root as she could... only to tighten her grip until it resembled the cold iron of the man’s weapon. Hair-pulling she was experienced in. Those little Konti girls had always had such lovely loose hair, and the more they talked inanely and babbled, the more Kanikra had desired to scalp them, just to shut them up or give them something to really whine about. But it had been enough to touch them gently, acting like she was touching her best friend’s hair in an act of camaraderie, only to grip it at the root and pull, leaving a confused and disturbed Raiha holding a thick handful of white hair while some sobbing, white-skinned girl went running for her mother...

But the muscles in her arm tensed for battle with the Cerulean as she tapped his cheek with the side of the whalebone prong, careful not to scratch him yet. Kanrath hadn’t told her to scratch him, after all, didn’t want him going still just yet. He had to feel it. But wrenching his hair exposed his throat, and the muscles showed her where to go. Nice and slow. The point pressed against his skin, and very calmly, very slowly, she penetrated his flesh with it, her eyes never leaving Salazar’s. The skin was easy enough for the sharpened weapon. For defense, Tana had always said. This was defense. The best defense was a spirited offense. And now she was going to get that opportunity. Now, she would take someone else’s life. Not an animal’s - that was different. She hunted to eat. This was a different type of prey entirely. This was a death delivered because it had been decided he had earned it, not that there was any doubt that he had. “You did promise to help me find my father,” she whispered to him as the blade met resistance, which she tested with just incremental bits of strength. Didn’t want to ruin the moment, after all. You had to slowly savour it. This desire for vengeance, and to enjoy it, overwhelmed that compulsion to heal that had always lurked there, the gift of Rak’keli at their birth. A gift that complicated things that Kanikra wanted, and urged her to do what she didn’t want. Not this time. This was her time. It was a twisted, petched-up way of father-daughter bonding, that was for sure, and the surreality of the situation didn’t even occur to her.

But she would never forget today, never not play this feeling out again, of the suvai being slowly forced through tissue as she worked it upwards, her knuckles whitening under her blue skin with the effort. The effort of keeping his head still, though that effort soon turned from keeping him from fighting too much to keeping his head straight for the weapon that was impaling him. The effort of forcing the weapon upwards, even as blood stained it and her. Kanikra did not stop, even as the struggling stopped, just continued to force the blade, with its shorter prongs into the flesh, even as inside of her, Raiha shook at what she... they... were doing, had done... even if she knew that Kanikra was right. He had to die. And what had he done to earn a quick, merciful death? Nothing at all. But still, she hadn’t fought to try to do it cleanly. She hadn’t fought to try to just make it quick. She had simply let Kanikra do it. She would have to square that with herself one day.

Kanikra stood up at long last, then, leaving the blade where it was for now before grasping the man’s head with both hands, preparing to pull and roll him off of Kanrath. Him, she could heal. Him, she wanted to heal. She wiped her hands to get rid of as much blood as she could before reaching for Kanrath. Her hands went white with Rak’keli’s power and she simply let the power of the Goddess flow outwards to him, to try to fix and mend what was cut and burned and strained, taking the worst off, at least. “Thank you,” she told him, finally, once she had done all that she could to mend him. “My name is Kanikra. My sister is Raiha. You met her earlier.”
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Postby Baku on November 20th, 2011, 9:24 pm

Kanrath groaned as he pushed Salazar’s now dead body off his frame with Raiha’s help. He slowly began to sit up as the healing energies from Kanikra’s hands flowed into his body, knitting back together the tissue of muscle and tendons that had torn in the heat of battle and use of djed to a small extent. “Let’s just not make the reunions like this every time and that will be thanks enough kid.” Kanrath said as he supported his weight along one hand, leaning back slightly as his free hand reached up to rub his brow for a moment.

Kanrath then slowly reached out, capturing Kanikra’s chin between his fingers and thumb as he turned her face from one side to the other, his hand moving to her wrist next, lifting her arm up into the air for a moment before letting it drop idly. “You appear to be none the worse for wear as well. Good.” Kanrath then, without any signs of regard for personal boundaries, reached into the place that Raiha had stashed the parchment he had given her for safe keeping, reclaiming it. “Guess I’ll be able to deliver this to the Council myself now. Best not to put you in front of them in the end. They’d ask you too many damn questions, the pokey old bastards.”

Kanrath slowly got to his feet though through a series of small movements and deep grunts of aches and pains. He would have to visit a healer for further treatment later on. He then stood there for a moment, his hand resting along Kanikra’s shoulder for slight support before his gaze hit her eyes for a long silent moment. Then a slow smile crept along his face as he looked down to the parchment he held in hand. “What say you to having a bit of fun?” Kanrath said as he slowly opened the parchment, revealing the text to Kanikra and Raiha. “The directions aren’t so “second star to the right, strait on till morning” sort of deal. It’s closer than most everyone thought. Only about twenty miles off the shore to the south. Gets a little close to Black Rock, but I don’t think you would find that many ghosts swimming that deep.”

Kanrath then waited for the puzzle to start up in Kanikra’s eyes, and before she could pose the question of “What,” Kanrath gave a slow chuckle. “It’s home, kid. The Akalak home city that used to be, before the Valterrian. Them old blue men group sitting in their political seats felt that some moral boosting was in order for the masses, so the sent me and Raikev to find it.” Kanrath explained as he allowed Kanikra to commit the directions to memory, likely to be written down for later use. “I’ve been down there myself. Air pockets here and there for breathing, not so deep that the water would have crushed me either. But it is important, to the people of Riverfall. While a good portion of it lies in ruins beneath the waters, a good deal still remains intact as well. It’s our history, our culture. So you can see why the Cerulean punks here wanted it so badly. Can you imagine the social impact of having dark brothers be the ones to find our lost home? Everything would swing into chaos over it. I ain’t no peace loving pansy, in fact, I’m a downright sadistic shyke. But having Cerulean pricks start to run things? Hell, we’d get hammered and die out in less than a century then.”

Kanrath then raised a finger to Kanikra, waving it slightly. “I see the look, and heard your words too Kanikra. Remember one thing, being in control may be fun, but too much of one thing is toxic.” Kanrath lectured. “Same goes for you, Raiha. Both of you find your middle ground, neither in control for longer periods of time than necessary. You think I want to do all the work for this body? Hell no!”

Kanrath then shook his head slightly. “But I digress.” Kanrath then said, showing Kanikra the text one more time. “I’ll wait until after I’ve gotten healed to bring this to the council, they’re all likely having lunch right now anyhow, lazy petches. After that, they’ll likely spend at least a couple of years planning and prepping an expedition. Raising funds, having ships built, hiring and training trustworthy lackeys to go down there and be all conservative. You’ll likely have three years, tops, to take little jaunts of your own down there if you have the means of travel. Why not do so? Have a little fun, go for a swim, poke around and learn about your Akalak heritage?”

Kanrath then knelt down slightly, picking up his lakan from the ground. “One other thing,” Kanrath said, standing back up with another series of grunts. He then held out one of his lakan to Kanikra. “Keep it on you all the time. I want to be able to track you down, should you go missing. Just don’t go missing on purpose just to see me though. It would annoy me, then daddy would have to spank.”

Kanrath then fell silent again, looking at Kanikra for a long moment. “So you want your Q and A now, like Raiha was having with Riakev?” Kanrath then finally offered.
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Postby Raiha on November 25th, 2011, 3:02 am

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“I didn’t plan on this meeting ending like this,” she admitted as he inspected her for injuries. She was woman enough to admit when she’d made a mistake, even if it was quite a difference between Kanrath and Kavala. She hadn’t even come out to play with her sister’s coworker yet, after all. Kanikra brushed her hand against the cheek that had been nailed by the Cerulean, willing the bruising to go down with Rak’keli’s power as he inspected her. She was fine, really. It wasn’t nothing she couldn’t take care of later; and the coppery tangy taste of blood was fading from her mouth. But she couldn’t quite keep the little grin off of her face at what Kanrath called the Council. It certainly seemed to amuse her, if anything, and she didn’t entirely mind not ending up there having to talk to them. She didn’t plan on getting in front of the Council quickly or, quite frankly, at all. She had seen enough of what happened in her few trips to town to know it was something left avoided. And as Salazar had said... the ones to watch out for were the ones who hadn’t been caught. The less she appeared before the council... the better off she would be in that regard. She pulled the suvai out of the corpse, using her foot against Salazar’s chin to help pull the pronged blade out, inspecting it before wiping it on the man’s clothes and putting it back on her belt.

But she was all ears - and all eyes - when her father told her about his little project. Salathemith, Raikev had said. She worked over what he was talking about, her lips beginning to purse thoughtfully, and just as she was about to try to get another clue, he told her. Well... wasn’t that something? That was definitely a huge secret. And being trusted with it... if it was it... No, that didn’t make sense. Or maybe it was a test. Go down there. Find out about it. That was definitely something she was going to have to see. And think about. Work out the angles, because there had to be some sort of catch in there, not to mention what could be lurking that far out in the water. That would take practice and preparation. She refused to believe that there was such a thing as overthinking something this monumental. “That’s called Valkallah, isn’t it?” she chewed on her lip. Each time he showed her that note, though, Kanikra read and reread it, committing its contents to memory so that she would know where to go. “What sort of things can I expect down there? What did you see? What do I need to look out for?”

“Who would come to bother Riverfall with the Cerulean in charge? The cannibals?” she quirked an eyebrow. “It’s a pretty solid defensive point to hold up in, isn’t it? A lot of fronts, but still...?” She wasn’t convinced that anyone other than the people ruled by the Goddess of War herself would bother. “Everyone is turtled up.” But she was open to hearing what he thought about it. Kanikra wasn’t under any such delusions of grandeur as to assume that she knew more than he did. By now, Diallo was coming over to check her out, and she mugged the dog with both hands, pressing Rak’keli’s power at him, too, to clear up the bruises. She may have hated before forcefully encouraged to heal, but when push came to shove, it had to be said that it was useful. He sat in front of her, then, his back against her legs, looking up at Kanrath, panting while Kanikra worked her fingers along his ears before straightening. Questions. Those, she had. In abundance. But this sharing thing... That didn’t sit well with her. Not with her overarching game plan. Raiha was so far from where she should have been that she had to start from the ground up.

“I do have a couple questions, actually. What did you and Raikev ever see in Tanaha Sarasarri?” Kanikra wanted to know. Because from what she knew from living with her mother for 23 years, she couldn’t wait to get away, especially from Mura. “Did she ever meet you, or just your brother? Because she was completely unequipped to handle me, and I wasn’t a complete terror... just different from Raiha,” she shrugged a little, holding the Lakan with both hands, stroking the hilt. She’d never touched one before, much less seen one up close. She liked it - it felt like it had more inherent power to damage in it than her suvai. Kanikra turned the weapon over in her hands, using the cotton shirt under her vest to clean it as she watched him. “Did you always know about us? Did you send Meath and Soryn, or hear back from them about me?” She named two of the Akalak who had taught her at different times in Mura. Soryn, who had shown her a bit about unarmed combat and more about her and Raiha, and Meath, with his bows. “How much does the Council know about me? About us, that you and Raikev are our fathers? I like to be on the quiet side, which is why we sit at Sanctuary. Raiha likes it there.” She added as an afterthought to explain why she wanted to know. “Did you always have to push Raikev to get things done? Or is this just the innate Konti weakness in my sister coming out?” she puffed her cheeks and added one more for good measure. “Do you have any other children?”
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Postby Baku on November 26th, 2011, 4:16 am

Kanrath quirked a small brow, observing Kanikra through a down gaze as her questions sprung forth. “Yeesh, it’s like I broke open a tankard of ale.” Kanrath finally said after her questions had finished. A slow shake of his head was given as he began to moved from Cerulean to Cerulean, searching the contents of their person for any sort of documents and coin. Documents that would lead him to others of this sect, coin just to more or less buy stuff with. “Yes, it’s call Valkallah. Something not always uttered lightly by Akalaks. As far as what it was like, I didn’t delve too deeply, just observed enough to confirm what it was I was looking for. Raikev’s and my job wasn’t to act as ruin explorers on that mission. As far as what to expect?”

Kanrath stood up strain, his hands resting along his waist for a moment. “Wet, dark. Ocean creatures small and large. Some of the fish have teeth down there after all.” Kanrath explained as he began pulling his throwing daggers free from the corpses of the Cerulean, stepping on the throats of those who still clung to life as if it were a casual thing for him. “Most extreme cases of what you find down there aside from sea monsters would be maybe Charoda that are squatting, using the ruins as a home and scavenging site. Or other potential looters who want to brave the deep see. I imagine there are also a bunch of Akalak corpses still decaying, just waiting for someone with Animation magic to take advantage, if Uldr hasn’t claimed them for his ranks of the walking shambles. Most of it is up to potentials.”

Finally Kanrath moved from the area, motioning Kanikra to follow as they simply moved to another area of the gardens now, a little closer near the great waterfall, the noise of the falling water in the distance toying in their ears slightly, but not enough that they would have to speak up to hear each other. “In the end, it is not so much an issue of defensive positions and skills.” Kanrath said giving a shrug, as he moved on to Kanikra’s next question in the series. “It’s a matter of numbers kids. The Akalak race doesn’t have enough, pure and simple. Even if the Cerulean took over, they’d still face some Akalak brethren who wouldn’t submit to their darker halves. They’d fight them first. Numbers wasted. Then they’d muster and try to get slaves, women mostly, to breed and replenish. You’d likely be counted among them during the beginning. Wouldn’t be enough in the end, as all the raids to grab those women would drive to many enemies at our gates. And the time it takes for a woman to give birth to an Akalak child is longer than most other races, on top of that, there’s no guarantee that the woman would survive the birth. So not only would our numbers replenish more slowly, but we’d begin losing those we were breeding with.”

Kanrath then just shrugged at Kanikra’s observation about defense. “Sure, the city has a strong defense, but for most Akalak, hiding behind a wall isn’t their way. Especially the more hostile and dark brothers. Hell, I don’t like to take cover all that much.” Kanrath then explained, taking a seat at a nearby bench. “And let’s not forget there’s more than one way to fight a war. Someone doesn’t have to breach a wall in order to win a city. They could simply wait until food supplies are up, and they would be used up eventually if the city had been surrounded and all supply routes cut off. Then there’s also the more devious attempt of launching diseased and infectious corpse, whether they be cow, human or whatever, over our city walls and let plague ravage us until defeated. I’m sure Vayt would love that.”

Kanrath then just shook his head, looking up to Raiha. “Listen kiddo, Akalak, whether they be the normal blue men or the tattooed Cerulean, are born for battle. That is true. But it’s more on a personal level. Inner battle within, whether to be the dominant one of the two souls or struggle to find that balance. And the battle outwardly. To be the best weapon master or hand to hand combatant, whatever. We simply battle with trying to improve and becoming the best. We love a good scrap. To test and improve our skills.” Kanrath explained in as simple terms as he could. “Open warfare, though? Well, we’ll leave that to the Myrian women if they should decide to ever leave their jungles in mass. The lands just got over being totally ravaged when the Gods decided to have their little pissing contest. No point tearing it all up to shyke again so soon.”

Kanrath then fell silent, thinking about the question Kanikra asked about her mother. Kanrath just gave a slow shrug, reaching up to scratch the back of his head. “Couldn’t say why Raikev was drawn to her. I guess in all their conversations she brought a certain calm to him. A release from his duties, if only for a time. They spoke less of missions and duty, and more about idle things. The weather, what to cook for lunch or dinner. Nice spots to go swimming. What a certain cloud was in the shape of. Boring as hell really.” Kanrath said, rolling his eyes slightly. “Me, I just loved the way your mother’s thin white robes clung to her body when she stepped out from the ocean waters after a swim. Your mother’s and my connection, it was more primal in nature. You’ll likely find someone who does such for you one of these days down the road. And she only met me on the rare occasion I was itching to come out. She wasn‘t fully receptive to me, but neither was she completely withdrawn. Sort of a full moon thing really, your mother and I.”

“We knew, and mainly from those two. It was both Raikev and my decision to send them.” Raikev answered, speaking of Meath and Soryn. “We knew you’d be out eventually, and that likely you would need a firmer hand than the Konti would be able to provide. One that we couldn’t provide directly due to our own life, and the duties we undertake. In the end, we may have provided a helping hand here and there in your upbringing Kanikra, but you’re a child of two worlds. We figured we’d just give you some skills, and let your own path be chosen by you, rather than influenced or dictated by how we would chose to raise you.”

Kanrath wave a slow hand when she asked about the council, as if almost dismissing them entirely. “Bah! The old codgers don’t know a thing, and they likely wouldn’t bother to care in the long run if they did. They’d only care if you started petching up their affairs on a city wide and cultural level.” Kanrath assured, reaching into his pouch and pulling out some jerky meat. He slowly began tearing into it, now starting to feel the hunger from using flux. “And you don’t have to worry about them finding out about your involvement here. Only thing that would lead them to you were the events that lead up to it. Where you met Salazar, the Suvai wounds. With these Cerulean though, the matter will hardly be pursued, if at all. So sit easy in the animal farm, no one will be coming for you there. At least not anyone connected from this incident or your relation to me. Not unless you go around town saying how proud you are that I’m your daddy.”

Kanrath shook his head slightly, rolling his eyes when she mentioned having to push Raikev. His hand rested idly along his lap, jerky still cupped in his hand. “Raikev and I have disagreed as much as we have agreed on things.” Kanrath said, looking over to Kanikra, swallowing another bit of jerky. “It’s the nature of it in the end. Listen, you two, if you want to meet less resistance from each other, there’s one simple thing you two need to work towards first. You don’t have to agree on stuff all the time, you don’t even have to like each other. Truth in fact is, you both won’t regularly agree on things, and won’t always like each other. Akalak and Akontak souls? It’s a simple matter of night and day. Everyone will always have their preference, but truth is, you can’t have one without the other. Once you two completely and truly come to a realization of that, only then will you two really start to come to a real understanding of one another. And that’s where the real path, in my opinion, comes in finding balance. It doesn’t start with tolerance or negotiating terms of who’s in control of the body. It’s about understanding: This is who I am. Once you two come to that understanding of the other, then tolerance comes after, and negotiating eventually won’t even seem necessary. You’ll both know who to have control the shell at any given time, or in some cases for some, both of you controlling the body simultaneously. That’s what true balance is supposed to be, according to most Akalak.”
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