The Songbat {INACTIVE}

*spooks you with loud noise*

Kakea screeches, and her fur stands on end.

Jaller was crouching over something he had gotten a hold of near a small pond. Whatever he gripped tightly was twitching and trying to wiggle from his grasp, letting out distressed gobbles and clucks. Just then, Jaller made a sudden movement that made this creature go silent, and eventually, limp. Jaller still huddled over it, not realizing he was being approached by a certain Makuta.

“Jaller? What’s going on, are you alright?”

Jaller jumped at the sudden voice, glancing back just before taking a few steps away to crouch over the creature even more.

He would have completely hidden, but seeing as she was already there, he had nowhere else to turn, but he still refused to reveal what he had been doing by making whatever effort he could do to hide his business.

“It’s alright, it’s only me. Only Takarrah. Are you hurt? You seem spooked…” Takarrah approached cautiously, bending down a little to meet Jaller’s gaze.

Jaller sighed in dread before slowly turning to Takarrah, he knew he couldn’t hide his problem from her forever.

The Toa of Fire was crouched down with a Dikapi in a grasp between his mouth and hands, in which he now stood up and took it out of his mouth.

He was beginning to look quite like Kakea did when he last saw him. Red, irritated eyes with a frazzled and ragged aura about him.

“Jaller,” Takarrah said, speaking softly so as not to spook him. “Can you give me the bird, please?” She approached him cautiously, extending an open hand.

The Dikapi clucked and flapped, trying to loosen itself from Jaller’s grasp. The Toa of Fire struggled to place the distressed fowl into Takarrah’s arms.

After he placed the Dikapi into Takarrah’s hand, he felt an unsettling sensation wash over him. He tilted his head up while shutting his eyes, placing a hand on his face before swinging his head back down. He then uncomfortably looked around the room with paranoia that had come out of nowhere.

“Come now, my friend, Let’s get you both settled in,” Takarrah said softly, wrapping the Dikapi in a fleece and tucking it under her arm. “I’m going to take this little one to the infirmary. Can you wait here?”

“Sure.” Jaller sat in a chair outside the infirmary, sitting still until he was slowly transitioning into bouncing his leg impatiently.

After a good five minutes, Jaller couldn’t take it anymore. Something in him was telling him to occupy himself.

He stared at a framed picture of what looked like a diagram of some kind of bat Rahi. After fighting the urge to behave and sit down or to get up and look around, the latter urge won. He got up from his seat and took a closer look at the picture, reading its labels.

‘Hibernation Period: Winter.’ Jaller read with the voice in his head, ‘Blood-feeding Peri-’

The last one caught his eye, he reread it slowly to see if that was what he read correctly, ‘Blood-feeding Period: Autumn.’ he then read more.

‘Diet: Insects, fruit, meat, blood (Autumn only)…. Vision: Inferior, sensitive to light…’

He stared and blinked, why did he relate to so many of these things? He backed from the wall, not taking his eyes off the diagram, calling to the Makuta from the next room.

“Takarrah? I have a question…”

“Yes? What is it?You can ask me anything, you know that.”

Takarrah tucked the bandaged Dikapi into a nest, careful not to disturb it too much. She entered the room and turned to Jaller, looking concerned, but not terribly alarmed.

“Is… Is this what Kakea’s supposed to be…?”

He stared more, thinking about how much it resembled the De-Toa. He sat back onto the seat he was once in.

“Is this what I’m becoming?” he muttered to himself.

“Ah-The shadow bats. They are one one of two species that Mutran took genetic material from to create the marvelous Toa we call Kakea. Their bite contains a strange virus-no one quite knows why- but it causes a craving for blood and an aversion to bright light. Why do you ask?”

“That… explains a lot of things…”

Jaller sat back in his seat, sighing as he was now going to provide information he had been avoiding to tell her because of how frightening it was to think of each time it popped up in his head. He looked up at the ceiling to gather up his words to tell her exactly what happened.

“I was… I was walking in a field nearby from here, simply trying to gt some fresh air. But in my moment of peace and quiet, something broke the silence. I could hear someone grunting followed by the rustling of bushes…”

ask-toa-kakea

Kakea was only half-aware of what she was doing. It was like a dream, but not quite. She pushed her way through the brush on all fours, keeping a careful eye on the intruder. Part of her recognized it as Jaller, her friend. But the part in control did not. She readied herself to pounce.

Jaller activated his Arthron to scan the area where the noise had came from, his mask making a noise in a frequency no other typical Toa could hear.

The noise bounced off of his target, revealing the sound waves of something that was shaped very much like a Rahi of some kind.

He cautiously walked closer to the shape, heartlight feeling like it sank into his stomach as the shape became more visible as he approached it.

“K-Kakea? Is that you?” he leaned over, “You okay?”

No response. The Toa of Fire went to tap the Toa of Sonics’ shoulder in desperation to see if she was able to respond.

ask-toa-kakea

Kakea whirled around in fright, tackling Jaller to the ground and digging her teeth into the junction of his neck and shoulder before she knew what was happening. She drew herself back in shock, looking horrified at what she’d done. She scuttled quickly away, unable to compose herself enough to speak.

Do you see Takarrah as sort of a mother-figure?

I guess so, yeah. Truthfully I see her as both a guardian and my best friend.

Jaller was crouching over something he had gotten a hold of near a small pond. Whatever he gripped tightly was twitching and trying to wiggle from his grasp, letting out distressed gobbles and clucks. Just then, Jaller made a sudden movement that made this creature go silent, and eventually, limp. Jaller still huddled over it, not realizing he was being approached by a certain Makuta.

“Jaller? What’s going on, are you alright?”

Jaller jumped at the sudden voice, glancing back just before taking a few steps away to crouch over the creature even more.

He would have completely hidden, but seeing as she was already there, he had nowhere else to turn, but he still refused to reveal what he had been doing by making whatever effort he could do to hide his business.

“It’s alright, it’s only me. Only Takarrah. Are you hurt? You seem spooked…” Takarrah approached cautiously, bending down a little to meet Jaller’s gaze.

Jaller sighed in dread before slowly turning to Takarrah, he knew he couldn’t hide his problem from her forever.

The Toa of Fire was crouched down with a Dikapi in a grasp between his mouth and hands, in which he now stood up and took it out of his mouth.

He was beginning to look quite like Kakea did when he last saw him. Red, irritated eyes with a frazzled and ragged aura about him.

“Jaller,” Takarrah said, speaking softly so as not to spook him. “Can you give me the bird, please?” She approached him cautiously, extending an open hand.

The Dikapi clucked and flapped, trying to loosen itself from Jaller’s grasp. The Toa of Fire struggled to place the distressed fowl into Takarrah’s arms.

After he placed the Dikapi into Takarrah’s hand, he felt an unsettling sensation wash over him. He tilted his head up while shutting his eyes, placing a hand on his face before swinging his head back down. He then uncomfortably looked around the room with paranoia that had come out of nowhere.

“Come now, my friend, Let’s get you both settled in,” Takarrah said softly, wrapping the Dikapi in a fleece and tucking it under her arm. “I’m going to take this little one to the infirmary. Can you wait here?”

“Sure.” Jaller sat in a chair outside the infirmary, sitting still until he was slowly transitioning into bouncing his leg impatiently.

After a good five minutes, Jaller couldn’t take it anymore. Something in him was telling him to occupy himself.

He stared at a framed picture of what looked like a diagram of some kind of bat Rahi. After fighting the urge to behave and sit down or to get up and look around, the latter urge won. He got up from his seat and took a closer look at the picture, reading its labels.

‘Hibernation Period: Winter.’ Jaller read with the voice in his head, ‘Blood-feeding Peri-’

The last one caught his eye, he reread it slowly to see if that was what he read correctly, ‘Blood-feeding Period: Autumn.’ he then read more.

‘Diet: Insects, fruit, meat, blood (Autumn only)…. Vision: Inferior, sensitive to light…’

He stared and blinked, why did he relate to so many of these things? He backed from the wall, not taking his eyes off the diagram, calling to the Makuta from the next room.

“Takarrah? I have a question…”

“Yes? What is it?You can ask me anything, you know that.”

Takarrah tucked the bandaged Dikapi into a nest, careful not to disturb it too much. She entered the room and turned to Jaller, looking concerned, but not terribly alarmed.

“Is… Is this what Kakea’s supposed to be…?”

He stared more, thinking about how much it resembled the De-Toa. He sat back onto the seat he was once in.

“Is this what I’m becoming?” he muttered to himself.

“Ah-The shadow bats. They are one one of two species that Mutran took genetic material from to create the marvelous Toa we call Kakea. Their bite contains a strange virus-no one quite knows why- but it causes a craving for blood and an aversion to bright light. Why do you ask?”

“That… explains a lot of things…”

Jaller sat back in his seat, sighing as he was now going to provide information he had been avoiding to tell her because of how frightening it was to think of each time it popped up in his head. He looked up at the ceiling to gather up his words to tell her exactly what happened.

“I was… I was walking in a field nearby from here, simply trying to gt some fresh air. But in my moment of peace and quiet, something broke the silence. I could hear someone grunting followed by the rustling of bushes…”

ask-toa-kakea

Kakea was only half-aware of what she was doing. It was like a dream, but not quite. She pushed her way through the brush on all fours, keeping a careful eye on the intruder. Part of her recognized it as Jaller, her friend. But the part in control did not. She readied herself to pounce.

do u sing in the shower

I often sing whenever my mind is idle, so yes, I do.

How do you feel about the term "batshit crazy"?

Well first, it makes no sense. Guano can't be crazy because it has no consciousness. Second, it's insulting, but only because you're comparing someone to guano.

If you had a coming-of-age ceremony if you turned 12/13, would it be a..... BAT Mitzvah? *immature and possibly offensive snickering*

...I don’t know what you’re referring to?

MERRY NAMING DAY

*boops the snoot*

*surprised bat noises*

*Naming Day caroling outside your door*

Please, all of you, come inside, where it’s warm!