#rayil

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Rezzo doing some maintenance on one of Rayil’s arms.

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It’s been quite some time since I posted an update to the plotline I have going with rayil...Last we saw of him, he was staying with a nice nurse and her son, who happened to find Rayil after his big fight with Isk...

But where is he now, and what is he doing?

Or, more importantly..

What has he done?

FIND OUT BELOW!

In the many months since he headed home with Nurse Darlene and her son, Branson. Rayil had been quite busy. Biding his time and gaining the trust of the two inklings who were either too trusting, or just plain gullible. Rayil opted to think they were both, honestly.

One afternoon, he looked to Darlene after he finished helping her put things away. "Ah- Darlene, I'm going to be heading out for a few days or so. I believe that I'll be in my own place rather soon." the octomutant had gotten pretty good at feigning smiles.

"Oh really? I'm glad to hear that! I definitely don't mind having you around to help out though. Branson seems pretty fond of you as well, so it'll be a bit of a shame to see you go." The inkling spoke, turning to look at Rayil, hands on her hips. "Take as long as you need, and come home whenever you need to, alright?"

Rayil just chuckled and shook his head. "Darlene, your hospitality is astounding. You don't know how much I've appreciated you letting me stay here." he's definitely not going to miss faking this sort of speech. "I'll be seeing you two soon! Goodbye for now." the mutant went to the door and glanced back for a moment. "Take care!"

The inklings had no idea. They never had a clue. They're so stupid.

Much later, Rayil had arrived to an entrance to the domes. Jumping in, he headed right for the lowermost domes. The domes that housed the refugees from the oldest domes that now lay destroyed at the bottom of Octovalley Abyss. Upon reaching the domes, he shook himself off and stretched, a few onlookers pretty surprised at the sudden visitor. Though they were rather pleased to see him once they realized who it was.

He hadn't visited the refugee domes before. Though information that he had gotten ahold of was taking him just where he needed to be. The center. In the center was his contact down here, an old friend from the time before his original mission to the surface. This friend was now the leader of this particular set of domes, and highly respected among the refugees..Said friend also harbored the same disdain for the inklings as Rayil.

"Rezzo!" Rayil called out, entering the building. Proceeding in further, he eventually found who he was after. The pale slate blue mutant octoling turned around in suprise. "Ah! It's about time you arrived here!" Rezzo laughed, stepping towards the other mutant. "So you mentioned before that you have a possible spot for an outpost on the surface?"

"I do indeed. So lets get a group gathered up and head right on out there, hm?" Rayil spoke in a sly tone, mouth curled in a sharptoothed grin. "Also I'd like that gear you promised me. I'm looking forward to having arms again."

"Oh, but of course sir." Rezzo spoke with a bow and the two proceeded on with their plan.

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Back on the surface, the sun had set and it happened to be a moonless night. Perfect for the mission. Quickly and silently Rayil, Rezzo, and their cohorts flitted through the streets. Ducking in and out of alley ways and avoiding streetlamps and the very rare civillian on the street, they finally reached their destination.

'Driftwood Estates' Not quite as notable as Flounder heights, but still a rather large apartment complex. The one that Rayil had been staying in with Darlene and Branson.

Opening the door rather easily with his newly acquired gear, the group of mutants slipped inside, shutting and locking the door behind them. Rayil then issued the orders...

Two mutants went to Bransons room. The other two went to Darlenes.

Smugly, Rayil curled and sat in the armchair in the living room, while Rezzo stood at his side.

There wasn't a single sound from the inklings as they were quickly dealt with. The four mutants returned to the main room to stand in front of their new leader.

"Good work. Soon this apartment complex will belong to us. You four gather more octarians to bring up. Find some Mimic Octolings to take the places of management. We will reclaim the surface for octarian kind!"

"We will succeed. Unlike the failure king, Octavio."

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quick and kinda sloppy rayil painting

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I really like how this turned out. This style is really fun to do.

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Get a Sneak Peek of New Indian Import Kids' Line Rayil

Need something to look forward to after the holiday rush? Then mark your calendars for Feb. 10, 2013, when new kids' line Rayil will begin shipping its beautiful, Indian-inspired wares (now available for preorder). The line is a collaboration between Los Angeles-based entrepreneur Aruna Hatti (the founder of Gnaana, a company that works to connect kids with the Indian culture) and Moutushi Sarkar, a fashion designer based in New Delhi who has worked for Esprit, and Miss Selfridge. Hatti was inspired to create the line by memories of her own mother's beautiful saris and India's rich fabric history. Each season, Rayil will showcase a selection of India's 300-plus varieties of cotton and silk in a range of kid-friendly but beautifully and intricately constructed tunics, dresses, pants, scarves, and more. For its debut Spring 2013 collection, expect to see pieces made from Benarasi silk from North India, Chanderi silk from Central India, and cotton Khadi, a fabric made popular by Gandhi. While the fabric history is impressive, the designs are even more so. Keep clicking to check out some of our favorites, and take a journey to Rayil's India! View Slideshow › http://bit.ly/SNcRRO