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Khaan stops their pace, takes a little too long to register what is happening, then sheathes their blade, the white fog dissipating around them. She seems to spit something onto the ground, from which the white smoke continues to rise for a few seconds, then walks slowly back towards the car. There is not a hint of emotion on her face. "WE MUST R E T U R N TO THE OTHERS. THERE IS NOTHING TO BE DONE."
Khaan pulls out from her cloak a small vial. Without hesitation, she swigs the contents and replaces the stopper. From between her lips and from her eyes, a pale smoke pours without end, swirling down her chin and throat. Cloud tendrils slip under her cloak and creep along the lengths of her arms and cane. She pulls the sword free, and these same tendrils lash themselves around the blade. It's impossible to tell if Khaan can even see through the smoke, though seemingly she moves with the same grace as always.
Khaan, still waiting for the car to stop, watches the dogs carefully. Somehow, she thinks they never had a chance to catch the deer. Not before it would be mauled by the dogs at least.
Khaan deftly manages to keep balance as the vehicle nearly lurches her from her position. Leaning towards the burst wheel, she calls out over the screeching "THE DAMAGE IS NOT SEVERE, BUT IT WILL BE IF WE CONTINUE."
Knowing she can't reach the seat, she chooses to hop aboard the bonnet of the car instead. "F O R W A R D!" Khaan yells loudly, straddling the front of the car cane pointing towards the escaping animals.
Khaan runs towards the car and takes her position in shotgun, sheathing her blade as she settles into her seat. She waits patiently for anyone else preparing to join them and nods to Rivek.
Khaan tries to strike the dog, yelling for Ealykam to step away from the dog.
Khaan looks at the sleeping creature aboard the car and lets out a strange whirring noise. It might be the approximation of a groan, or maybe laughter. "I KNOW NOT HOW WE MIGHT CATCH UP WITH THE PACK. THE DOGS ARE FASTER THAN US. THE CREATURES AS WELL. WE NEED SOMETHING LOUD MAYBE... While she is closest to Frog, Khaan seems to be talking to herself. Seeing the situation cannot be resolved on her own, she chooses to go assist the member of the group currently engaged in melee. She makes a beeline for Lyra.
The android effortlessly resists the effects of the spell. As the drowsy sensation subsides, Khaan tries to work out what just happened.
"FASCINATING. AND N O T E D."
Seeing the animal is clearly wild and intending violence, Khaan chooses to apply lethal force.
As she is bitten, Khaan spins around to her companion. ”IF YOU SEE ME GO DOWN, DRAG ME INTO THE CAR. I AM SOMEWHAT LIGHT.”
Khaan sighs and steps from the car, twisting her cane as she does so. With a click, the false sheath falls from the cane, revealing that it is, in fact, a sword. "AS I SAID, CHILD. I AM NOT GOOD WITH ANIMALS. I'LL TRY TO SCARE THEM OFF, BUT I WILL NEED YOUR H E L P."
Khaan tries to bap one of the dogs along its rump, but it doesn't connect. She seems to be holding back from hurting it too much, resulting in a poor blow. She is however in a dueling stance.
"YOUR ELBOW HAS ENTERED MY PERSONAL SPACE, R I V E T. DO BE CAREFUL." Khaan's hand emerges from the poncho onces more holding a book with a bookmark placed inside. She flips open to the bookmark and begins reading.
"I AM KHAAN. I AM...ON BUSINESS FOR MY FAMILY." Khaan looks out towards the desert. "CHAUFFEUR. FOR RIVKET HERE. BUT THIS BUSINESS ALSO EXTENDS TO ANY AND ALL HE INVITES INTO HIS CAR."
Khaan looks out of the car and at the state of the vehicle. "I AM NOT GOOD WITH C H I L D R E N. OR ANIMALS." She puts on a pair of shaded bifocals and leans back into her seat.
What does Khaan recognize about the damage and state of the cart?
Khaan nods, taking her seat in the car once more. "WHEN YOU ARE R E A D Y, RIVEK."
"WE HAVE OTHER BUSINESS, AND I AM UNSURE WHAT YOU MEAN BY BEING LATE. WE ARE NOTIONALLY ON TIME. OUR DRIVER ENSURES THAT." Khaan points towards the honking shadow person. "I TAKE IT YOU ARE ON THIS ROAD FOR A REASON. TO REACH ASADGE, CORRECT? OUR DRIVER WISHES TO GIVE YOU THE OPPORTUNITY TO JOIN US. IT WILL BE MUCH EASIER GOING, AND WE CAN KEEP PACE WITH YOUR...M O U N T, I'M SURE OF IT." Khaan smiles. "WE HAVE DRINKING WATER. THAT'S ALL."
When the door clicks open, Khaan steps out of the car in a single sharp motion. The loosely fitted poncho covering her gives little away to what is underneath, only a vague outline of her form, though her shoulders seem sharply square. One hand stretches from within the heavy garment, placing the tip of a walking cane onto the ground. Appearance Description:
What little of her body can be seen is segmented, like small plates of soft chitin pieced carefully together to form her flesh-like carapace. Her hand resembles that of a life-size puppet, the knuckles formed from bands of silvery metal and bolts. Her face is separated carefully between jaw and upper skull by numerous plates. When her mouth moves, the gaps widen to reveal red, shockingly real muscle working them apart. Her eyes, slightly sunken, are undeniably organic, even if where they are placed seems foreign to them. Her neck is the most plated, shifting against one another as her head moves around, a tessellating pattern running from beneath her chin to her sternum, hidden away within her clothing. They seem to stretch as she moves, demonstrating their pliability. The hair seems real enough. A reddish chin-length bob cut, orderly and functional. And yet it makes her all the more eerily alien, even by Sarkeslion's diverse standards. Khaan steps a few feet forward and points with her cane towards the group of three. "Y O U WOULD LEAVE AS ONLY THREE? A P I T Y. SUCH A JOURNEY WOULD BE FAR MORE DIFFICULT WITHOUT GOOD TRANSPORT AND COMPANY." The voice seems to emerge faster than Khaan's lips and jaw can move. It is grinding, but not impeded by her lagging mouth movements. |
