Hordika Under the Bed
Vakama growled, flinching at the name and drawing farther away from the human... like he was expecting pain and trying to meld into the darkness and watched Mic with those multi-shaded eyes.
"Oh," she lowered her head. "You have..." Mic looked at his dark form, suddenly feeling sorry for him. "It's going to end alright," the human said. "It will be."
"And... how would you know Rahi?" Vakama demanded prowling back over, snarling but at memories, either way the large Hordika fangs unfolding from the roof of his mouth.
Mic scooted a few inches backward, eyes on him, or more likely his fangs. "I... know the end of the story," she blurted. "Y-You've got big fangs..." Oh, how stupid could she possibly get?
He paused, blinking again and them seemed amused by that, "Good for hunting."
"Th-That," she was still scooting backwards, a look of utter awe and fear aimed at the deadly fangs. "-wasn't ever shown in the... movies."
Vakama's bioluminescent eyes narrowed, the 'pupils' slitting thinner as he moved almost right on top of Mic again. He apparently had no personal space anymore and his muzzle was nearly touching her nose. The Hordika flexed his claws, digging groves in the porch floor, "What movies?"
Heart beating rapidly, Mic groaned to herself and her big mouth. Explaining a movie to a Hordika was not very easy, "A film showing your time... your team's time... as Hordika. P-Picture something similar to maybe a vision."
"I know what a vid is," Vakama rumbled, sounding like it came from deep in his chest, "How would Rahi of an unknown magna know of Bionicle?"
"Like I said," she replied. "You... Bionicle's are just stories meant for... um... entertainment mostly." Well that was the truth after all.
The Hordika made a somewhat disgusted noise at that, humping his back and in reaction there was a humm of power from the spinner. "Entertainment?" Vakama hissed, fangs bared again, "What the frag is entertainment about being...being mutated into this? All the darkness and pain we're going through?"
A fresh batch of fear pumped through Mic as she cowered as low to the ground as possible. "Of course it's horrible, being mutated, but it's the fact that it's a battle of good and evil that has us interested 'cause... oh heaven what have I done..."
"You should start making sense rahi," Vakama flashed his killing fangs a moment, but he was staying still, not pressing closer or, you know, trying to eat Mic. So that was a plus.
"Forget I said entertainment," she said, eyes on his muzzle. "And I'm not a rahi,"
"Not so easy," Vakama ignored the later part of what she said, as far as he was concerned she was a Rahi. Not an animal-rahi but... He dig his claws into the floor again, "Explain these stories, I don't have all night." Well, he did actually, no need to tell the human that though.
Well since he seemed to be asking for it..."Fine," she said quietly. "I know all about you being a Matoran maskmaker, a Toa Metru, A Hordika, and later on a Turaga. After that the story changes to focus on another set of Toa that need to awaken the Great Spirit..." Mic stopped realizing she was giving away information
Vakama sat back, his eyes altering fully from green shades to a red backdrop with a horizontal, orange, pupil. His gaze was notable softer now as he blinked both sets of lids in confusion. "As a Matoran...Turaga?"
"I said it was going to end alright, didn't I?" Mic said softly, starting to sit up again, but having the good mind not to make any sudden moves in the presence of the Hordika. "But I've said too much already."
Vakama huffed, "Too late for saying that." He muttered, sitting down and curling his tail over his forepaws. And they were more paw like then hand-like, he regarded his tail thoughtfully before looking up. "Show me."
"S-Show you!" she stammered, eyes wide. Quick, think of some way to change the topic. Mic wasn't too sure if showing him anything would be alright or not... or if it's make him madder. "But what about... you, how did you get into this world?"
"Keep on subject." Vakama said firmly, not to be sidetracked since he didn't know how he ended up on this Magna.
Mic bit her lip. She did not have the specific movie of the Hordika, but she knew she owned a comic. An idea suddenly came to mind as she remembered something. She got to her feet. "I'll be right back."
Vakama growled softly but shifted, watching the human but he didn't move to stop her. Yet some careful sniffs he could smell those little fuzzy Rahi and the Hordika made an interesting part-whine as his stomachs growled.
Eyebrows rising slightly as she heard the whine coming from him behind her, Mic calmly walked to the door and entered, not even bothering to make sure if it closed by itself or not since it had obviously done so earlier. The dog Vakama had been chasing was hidden under the coffee table, shivering and whimpering. She scooped it up and set it in the bathroom with a dog biscuit, shutting the door tight. She then ran into her room, where Abby was surprisingly huddled on the bed instead of barking and trying to claw her way out. 'She must be afraid to move,' Mic realized.
And no wonder.
Seeing the familiar piece of paper on the wall, she grabbed it and headed back to the Hordika.
Vakama was just starting to poke his muzzle inside, carefully opening the door more. The mutated Bionicle sniffed the floor as he hunkered low, his sniffed constantly as he moved farther in, fallowing a table leg up to the underside of table.
Mic had just rounded a corner only jerk to a stop, not used to seeing a large Hordika in the dining room. The human blinked and pulled herself together, watching as he sniffed, glancing back to make sure both the bathroom and bedroom doors were shut tight, dogs protected inside. 'Well... I did forget to ask him to stay outside. I don't think he'd have listened anyway.'
Vakama turned, looking back at Mic when he sensed, or smelled her (or just heard her coming really). The Hordika winced a little as his stomachs complained again, shifting around so he was under the table fully and eyeing the human as if in some safety. Though why would he need safety?
Just knowing he was eying her with his unearthly gaze sent chills down her spine, but she cocked her head at his position under the table. Glancing back at the paper she went forward and got down on her hands and knees and held it out to him; it was a very detailed drawing of himself in Metru Nui.
The Hordika slid closer to the offered paper and Mic. Though Vakama was still low to the ground and bit hunched up, he was still a good size. It took a few confused moments before he looked over the page, looking fixedly into the human's eyes. "...?"
Mic felt herself relax more, since he hadn't gotten outraged and pinned her again. "I don't want to show you anything that could... change the story and your future," she explained, hoping he'd understand. "There's also a comic if you want that..." she trailed off.
"History happens in the present." Vakama said sliding out from under the table, and then unexpectedly the Hordika moved closer, only to curl around behind Mic. Up close without the threat of possibly being eaten, Vakama was much nicer to be near. His armored body wasn't fully metal on the outside in this mutated state, and he was notable warmer then the air.
He flicked his tail over and in front to Mic so she was pulled up against him, "If you didn't know I was going to be here, and then those stories are wrong...or don't hold everything. Show me."
"Ahm," Mic wasn't sure how to react to this, but his request (more like order) replayed in her mind. Evidently there was no pleasing Vakama unless he got what he wanted. She turned her head as much as she could to try and face him, but the size of the Hordika made it so that she had to look up as well. "...alright." she said, sounding defeated.
The Hordika purred at her acquiescence, the sound as much, if not more felt as a deep vibration as heard this close. Then, even though Vakama was 'feral' he was still very much Hordika so the dark red being pushed his muzzle into Mic's inner-personal space and gave her a lick from neck to cheek. Thankfully it wasn't like a dog's lick-kiss, barely any true saliva.
But it was still different.
She was very surprised, but found her body slowly losing the tension that had arose just a few moments ago. She nodded to herself and began to pull away carefully, thinking about the laptop that she could use to find more information for him.
Of course the Hordika was no help at all and prowled behind Mic, not letting her out of his sight now as he fallowed. But at least he wasn't 'stalking.' He did however turn his head in the direction of where the dogs were with a low growl.
Maybe that should be taken care of first...
The human found the device in her brother's room. Actually it was not her own computer; that one was in her own room with Abby. For her dog's own safety, she decided to get the other one instead, careful not to step on the various lego objects littering the boy's room.
"Um, try not to step on anything..." She lifted the electronic up, momentarily wondering if she should tell him that in this world he was a popular toy.
Maybe that wasn't at all the best to tell him.
An odd sound was heard from behind Mic, the Hordika was balanced on his claws so not to step on anything (or possibly get bitten). But his head swung to the right and fixed that predator gaze on something, tilting his head one way and then another.
Then, Vakama chirped.