Change... Is Good

Kha'Zix || Humanoid Dorm 2B || Roommate: None || Job:[Affiliated with Rift Academy]

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Open RP - First Blood

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“I’ve got Valor to thank for that. I recognised your voice, but if Valor hadn’t been so tense, I would’ve thought it was just an accent.” Quinn explained. She stroked Valor’s feathers gently, but the bird’s eyes were fixated on Kha'Zix- or more specifically, what was in his hands.

Quinn had just taken the chicken when, quick as a flash, Valor was on it, wings raised and talons dug deep inside its flesh. The chicken clucked in panic as it tried to squirm away, but Quinn had it in a firm grip. The chicken stopped moving a few seconds later, as Valor finally killed it and was relishing his meal.

Quinn was momentarily stunned. “I was about to say he might not like you seeing his wing, but I think he won’t mind now.”

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Moving carefully as to avoid disturbing the predator while he was eating, Kha’zix inspected the injury. After a moment and without a word he turned and left the room. Coming back a few moments later, the chicken was mostly gone, Valor really must have been hungry. He held a small pack and selected a specific vial. “A Szprain is a simple matter, the body, not know how, efficiently.”  Kha’zix looked at Valor and held the birds gaze, confidently he reached out and took the bird firmly in hand, bringing him close. A quick flash of movement as he injected a small amount of healing serum very precisely into the injured spot. He gave Valor an apologetic look. “Quicker not to warn firszt.” Then looking back at Quinn, “The serum works quickly, some discomfort, less than the sprain though. Healed by this evening.

He felt a strange sensation almost akin to making a kill, even though in this case he’d done quite the opposite. It was very strange, he made a note to himself to think more on it after work.

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Event - Kha’zix//Akali - Waterpark

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“I think this is the right place…?” Akali said while thinking back to the message that lit up her computer this morning. The crowd was beginning to disperse around her, even still she had to stand on her tip toes in hopes of seeing anyone she knew. She still had no idea who this ‘date’ was, but it had to be someone also from Runeterra, right? She lowered her heels, ‘It’s no use… I don’t see anyone…’ Akali stood there, in her light green intricate bikini, waiting for a sign to tell her what to do next. As she did, a creature caught came into her view. Well, not a creature anymore to be exact, but human. She was sure that was him nevertheless. “Kha'zix!” her words sounded more as if they were on the battlefield than a date.

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He’d been sitting at the edge of the pool, resting one arm across his knee while the other dipped idly into the pool. At the sound of a voice saying his name he looked around. Blinking quickly to access his memory, Akali.  The human body had not revealed its usefulness to him before. He had not appreciated before how close her form was to perfection. Certainly more so than any of the others here at this watery playground. He beckoned her over, reluctant to move away from the warm water. “Akali, itzs a surprise to see you here. I didn’t know you ever did anything fun.”

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Kha’zix - Viktor: A Passion for Perfection

[robotkaspirit]

“Submit to my designs!” Viktor shouted as he struck the metal with his hammer once again. Repairing the chassis unit had been a more demanding task than Viktor had originally envisioned. Back on Runeterra he could merely assign one of his countless Remont Repair Robots to repair it as he slipped into a spare one, but constructing new remonts had been low on Viktor’s priorities. Fixing his chassis had also been low, but Viktor knew he’d need it soon enough. Viktor felt the cold upon the bare flesh his chassis had been covering. His body had been ravaged by the self-experimentation and surgery performed by his robots. A patchwork of pale white flesh and machinery crisscrossed his torso. 

Viktor wasn’t alone in his workshop, an unwanted guest had arrived in his domain. Viktor ignored its presence. Without his armour, Viktor was vulnerable. He continued on hammering the metal into its original shape.

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Recognizing a fellow champion, Kha’zix moved further into the workshop. It was Viktor, no mistaking the mixture of metal and flesh. In his previous form Kha’zix had detested this man but it was clear that Viktor too was working towards his own perfection. Impressively so considering he lacked the ability to rewrite himself from the inside like Kha’zix. Kha’zix moved around to see what the machine herald was doing, climbed up onto an unused surface and perched there, his eyes unblinking watching him work.

“Your armour improves, Viktor. It’s strength is your own, in a way. Why is it only you that does this? The other humansz do not follow the way you have shown them?”

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Rengar¦¦Kha’zix - Change is good

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“You would, wouldn’t you,” Rengar said with a slight smirk, a few fangs showing, “Well, I guess thats your homework then bug. If you can guess who, I’ll give you a treat,” he said with booming laughter as he turned away from Kha’zix. 

There were other things to be done. Finding his home was one thing, getting the things for teaching was another. Rengar hoped he got a cane or something of the equivalent. 

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“I shall leave Guesszing to the base-humans. Proxzimity and confinement would make a big kitty like you anxious. It’s your nestmate that’z got you worked up.” Kha’zix could detect her pheromones on him, these foolish creatures never bothered to change their scents and it made them easy to track.  “Nidalee; by the trailsz on your fur, and my my you two were close recently. Fighting I hope, did she get the jump on you as eazy as I did.” He chittered an insectile laugh. With that he hopped back a ways, his wings clicked out and he prepared to go in search of this new, stronger champion.

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Event - Kha’zix//Akali - Waterpark

After following the instructions on the strange glowing screen in his room. He made his way to the waterpark. So far he’d followed the instructions blindly but it had worked out well. You didn’t learn anything without taking a few chances anyway. So here he was, supposedly another champion would meet him here for some reason. The place was pretty impressive. There were different pools, some with slides and diving boards, then there were saunas and baths dotted around. The thought of the warm water and swimming was very appealing, in this body he’d have no problem diving either which could have been disastrous in his old form. For the moment he was content to wait and watch the people around him, he was wearing nothing, but a slim coating of purple chitin covered the more delicate parts of his anatomy. It seemed like the humans here were careful about that kind of thing.

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Open RP - First Blood

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The familiar buzz of the butcher’s voice made Quinn froze. She’d heard this voice before, but definitely not from this person. She only needed to glance at Valor to know what he was thinking- the tense posture said it all. Quinn observed the man more, not wanting to jump to conclusions. “Yes,” she said. “The wind was unexpectedly strong today. It managed to sweep him into a tree.” Gently, Quinn stroked Valor; the eagle’s feathers were ruffled.

‘We know him,’ Valor twittered, looking at Quinn then back to Kha'zix. Quinn was one of few who was able to understand what he said, due to the bond they shared and how they grew up. It was not telepathy or anything magical like that; it was more like a natural understanding between them. Quinn nodded in reply to him, then turned back to the butcher. She’d been wanting to observe him more but when he spoke again, her suspicions were just a bit more confirmed. She had to ask.

“Valor would like a live one if you have one,” she hesitated just a moment, “Kha'zix?”

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Kha’zix listened to Quinn explain what happened to Valor as he went to get a live chicken, he coo’ed gently and one of the chickens came from the outside straight to his hand. A lightning movement caught the chicken perfectly by the neck, without harming it. He lifted it and came back to the counter. The woman was obviously communicating with her bird, he’d seen similar behaviour before, on the rift and in the wild. The symbiosis between this pair of differing species was really incredible. ”There you go” - he handed the meat and the ‘currently’ calm chicken to Quinn and rung up the value on the register as his instructions showed. Then she said his name. ”Yesz, It is impressive that you recognize me, not many here have done so yet.” He was very impressed that a basic human worked it out so fast when it had even taken Rengar a while. He looked at Valor again, the injury seemed mild, the impact had torn a little of the ligament between the back of the wing and the coracoid bone; a sprain they would call it. Most of the actual pain and debilitation was just swelling. “That wing must be sore, may I?” - He said directly to Valor, holding out one of his hands towards the great bird.

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Open RP - Change is good

[pridestalkinglion-blog]

“You don’t actually expect me to give you 100 percent of my attention, do you?” Rengar laughed at the thought. It was a cute idea but Rengar had other things to do now. One of them being is teaching. He needs to work on that. “I have better things to put my attention on,” he said as he showed Kha’zix, the crumpled paper with the new information. 

However, the second Kha’zix decided to pry into to more personal questions, Rengar lost his smile and replaced it with a snarl. “Why does it matter to you, bug?” he asked, with venom in his speech. 

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Kha’zix was beginning to understand Rengar’s mocking laughter. It had made no sense at first, it wasn’t like it could intimidate or anger him. Still it was clear that in this human’ish’ form that Rengar didn’t consider him worth the effort. It was only natural to Kha’zix that his rival’s one track mind could only cope with one thing at a time. In the rift that had been hunting Kha’zix, here it was teaching whatever it was he was supposed to be teaching. C’est la vie, there were other people Kha’zix could find to achieve his goals. Rengar’s snarl was a bit more like old times however and Kha’zix replied, “It just seemed like someone else beat me to taking your ‘warrior’s heart’. I’d love to know who could have got you so frightened little kitty.” - The lion’s very skin reeked with the anxiety and nerves he felt, Kha’zix could taste it and was very jealous of the source. They were obviously someone he should look out for with that kind of power.

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Kha’zix - Viktor: A Passion for Perfection

It was another cold day, grey and overcast with snow drifting down across the town. Kha’zix was walking around near the fringes of town, he’d not been over this way before. He’d been told at some point this was where the workshops and craftsmen set up their shops. Although he’d never been that interested in actually making things before he was starting to see the appeal now that he had these ‘hands’.  His ears picked up and he straightened at the sound of metal being worked and a voice muttering away in a thick foreign accent. He was sure he recognized that voice from the rift, he moved closer and peered inside the workshop.

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Open RP - Change is good

[pridestalkinglion-blog]

“I need not to learn, little one,” Rengar smirked as he squeezed Kha’Zix’s hand harder. Old habits die hard, and killer instincts die harder. The prospect of biting his head off was tempting, but Rengar stayed true to his word. “I only need to teach,” he said with playful growl. 

He slowly reached for the sharp chitin and pulled it away from his throat. Letting go of the handshake, Rengar petted Kha’zix in a mocking gesture. “Now if you have anything else to add, say it now because I have to find my home with - ,” Rengar  said  he mentally blushed at the thought of living with her. 

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Tsch, this dumb brute wouldn’t understand the difference between them, even if Kha’zix ripped him up the middle here and now. The thought made his mouth water a little but this wasn’t the rift. He’d been made aware of a number of rules and regulations by the legal enforcers after that incident when he’d been hungry at the kennels his second day.  Hmm whatever, it looked like there would be no sport from this kitty. Kha’zix had spotted another cat around that he was far more curious about anyway. That feline shape changer was around the town somewhere, and her ability to switch back and forth effortlessly was incredible. If he wanted, he supposed he could mimic either form exactly, down to the most minute details, but it would take time and need to be repeated carefully on each attempt. The handshake crush brought his attention back to the moment. He understood the point of the gesture but the pain was easy to deal with, a simple moment of concentration changed the response to warmth, like his hand was in a warm glove. “You’re no fun today kitty, something else on your mind? You’d never have let me get you all isolated like this if you were paying attention. So, who is she?” He asked with a smile that was more of a leering grin.

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Open RP - Change is good

[pridestalkinglion-blog]

Looking at the person once more, Rengar relaxed and simply laughed. He could not believe what was in front of him. This was not the creature that took him down and blinded one of his eyes. The killing urge to take back everything he lost from his hunting days were slowly wearing down. 

Sighing away the thought away Rengar smiled as he realised why Kha’Zix was here as well, he said, “I take it that you didn’t survive out there as well? Seeing as you’re here with me.” 

Rengar thought on the bright side. At least he was not alone here. Perhaps this was a second chance. “Before you jump on me, I suggest we put our little…hunting feud behind us,” Rengar said calmly. Trying to put his mindset into that of a teacher. “I know, I’ve tried to kill you, and you tried to kill me. But, hear me out on this, what if we were put here as a second chance?” 

Rengar stuck his hand out for a handshake.

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Turning to face Rengar fully while he spoke, Kha’zix cocked his head to the side. This was the first time the kitten had ever tried to talk, it was unusual and surprising. He hated being surprised - it affected the deepest insect core of his mind and he was filled with the urge to find a dark corner or a rock to hide in. 

Fear responses like that were unacceptable, he shook himself mentally and various glands activated to release a chemical cocktail into his brain and blood. The effect was calming and immediate, one of the most useful alterations he’d ever made to himself. He listened with growing amusement, he was clearly being underestimated for his new form. As if there was even the possibility he would change in a way that made him less deadly. It was tempting to reward Rengar’s oversight with a quick death but he would learn nothing from murdering a helpless foe. Instead he smiled in a way he intended as polite but lack of practice made it more of a grimace. He grasped Rengar’s hand firmly and pulled himself close to the pride stalker’s ear. “As you are still breathing, you should know I never tried to kill you. The gamesz are just so I can test my, latest, changesz. You might be one of the teachers here but you never learn do you.” As he spoke his left hand moved in a flash and a sharp blade of chitin along the bone of the forearm pressed slightly into Rengar’s throat.

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Beeep boop

What’s this? You awake to find your computer screen aglow, but who could be messaging you at this time of night. Scrambling out of bed you make your way over to the desk, perhaps knocking a shin or two on your journey, and your blurry eyes try to make out the words in the yellow glow.

Kha’zix had never noticed the computer before, he thought the dark rectangular device was some kind of art or sculpture. Now there was some kind of image on it. A meeting at a water park with one of the others here, it sounded a bit strange but it was obviously something humans did. He had always liked water, some of his favourite meals had been in the river after all....

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Open RP - First Blood

[eyesinthexsky]

Today had been a bit of a bad day. On their excursion out into the woods, Valor had managed to sprain his wing. It was a combination of an unexpected wind and flying too fast after a particularly quick rabbit- but either way, it rendered hi unable to fly for a couple of days. The stubborn bird had insisted he was okay, but Quinn had… Politely requested, he stayed out of the sky for a few days to let his wing rest and recover.

Which lead to the problem of Valor getting his food. Though he usually hunted himself, Quinn decided that she’d buy some meat for him until he was able to fly again- where better to get her meat than the new butcher shop? Valor wasn’t happy, but Quinn wasn’t listening to his complaints.

The bell on the top of the door rang as she entered. “Hello…?” The greeting came out more like a question as she faced the butcher, whose mouth was covered in blood. He gave Quinn am uncomfortable feeling, but at the same time, there was something about him that reminded her of someone she knew- she just couldn’t think of who.

“Um. I’d like to buy a kilogram of beef please. Whatever kind you have is good.” Valor twittered and flapped his good wing in impatience. The eagles’s keen eyes studied the butcher, noting Quinn’s discomfort. But this butcher was familiar to him…

“And a whole chicken, please.” Quinn finished, giving the butcher an awkward smile.

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The cold winter outside made itself known as a flurry of snow rushed inside as the woman entered. Kha’zix looked to see who his first ever customer would be. Slender, medium height, sharp features, his perfect memory would have recognized Quinn even without Valor perched on her shoulder. Kha’zix considered this one lucky, having a second pair of eyes in the sky would be very useful. He could change himself a great deal but a second separate body was sadly beyond his abilities. As he selected a few choice cuts of beef to make up the kilo, again hands were useful - if not as satisfying - for this task, his attention was drawn to Valor’s wing.

“Your companion, isz, injured..... Hunting?’ Even in this form his voice had the familiar inscetile buzz to it.  He reached towards the poultry section, then hesitated realising it could be for Valor. 

‘The chicken; dead or, Freshz?’

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Open RP - First Blood

Life here as a human had it’s advantages. Kha’zix had never bothered with hands in the past, they were not as efficient as sleek sharp chitin blades. Still they were proving to be versatile, he was working now as a butcher. 

Most humans it seemed cared a great deal about which parts of the animal they would eat, and were wimps when it came to a bit of gore. It was great as far as he was concerned. Slice here, rip these out, snip that, and all the free snacks he could want. *Ding* - ahh, a customer. Blood freshly dripping from his mouth he stepped out from the back of the shop to see what they wanted.

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Open RP - Change is good

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Grumbling and muttering on how the snow was getting in his mane, Rengar has still not found another soul on this academy. His patience was running thin and he thought to himself about his den back home. Sighing and jogging towards the nearest sheltered area, Rengar picked up a familiar scent. 

The scent of someone who owed him something personal. 

Rengar immediately went against the wall and slowly sneaked against it, moving towards the scent. 

Hopping out of his sneak, he shouted “KHA’ZIX!” but wait, this was not the Kha’Zix he knew.

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Kha’zix had been hunched while he walked through the snowy streets, not because of the cold. His body had already adapted to the winter, thicker blood and faster heartbeat. It meant he was always hungry, perhaps it was time to head back to work, there was always free food there because the humans were so picky about which parts of the carcass they would eat. He’d never really understand them, even after becoming one.  Wait, that voice. He recognized it instantly, the tingling he had felt a moment ago wasn’t just the snow after all. He straightened, Rengar still behind him and turned -his neck twisting almost impossibly- to look at the safari park freak show. A wide grin showed his sharp white teeth.

“Hello, old friend” He was hungry after all, saliva glistened on his lips. This looked like it could be a fun day.

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☺: What is something that’ll make your muse happy?

Kha’zix is happy if he wins or if he feels he’s improving. Very competitive so sports, particularly 1 to 1 is hugely satisfying for him.

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Open RP - Change is good

A part of Kha’zix had awoken early in this new place, assessed the surroundings and the change had begun. A complex series of signals and chemicals was coursing through him. It was the pleasant sweet agony of his body physically changing. It had happened many times but never to this degree.... When he opened his eyes again he was awake in his assigned dorm room with no-one else in sight, he sat up, got into a crouching position and leapt from the bed... Crunch. Blood dripped slowly down his forehead, the wound was only superficial though. This was going to take some getting used to. Taking more care he straightened and ventured outside to explore and see who else had made it through.

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