*Astronomers at the top of newly grown knowledge towers detect a noticeable dimming in the light of the twin suns and also note that the stars in the sky have remained the same for a while now.*
*Astronomers at the top of newly grown knowledge towers detect a noticeable dimming in the light of the twin suns and also note that the stars in the sky have remained the same for a while now.*
*As the days go by, the brightest stars grow dim and the dimmest stars completely disappear while the twin suns appear to be slightly eclipsed. Soon after, a rumor begins to circulate that Mata Nui is dying and universe is going along with him.*
Post by slipperysnakeboy on Feb 19, 2022 14:58:25 GMT
A tickle of green and blue laces in and out of the snow. It's a toa. Snowflakes hang motionless in the air until her armor brushes them, wriggling them to life. They melt against her, soaking her in liquid protodermis as she travels.
"Come ONNNNN! Why'd it have to be snowing when it all froze?" She gnashes her chattering jaw, acquiescing the irony. Nearly 100 bio out, a down currant of air had let a massive amount of falling snow collect in one place before time stood still. "Haauuuugh... I'm going around that."
Post by slipperysnakeboy on Feb 20, 2022 13:44:32 GMT
Liquid protodermis droplets take flight in every vector as Loralin counterfeits a technique originally coined by dogs. Momentarily after their departure from her body, they hang lazily in the air, yearning for a hitchhiker like a bad stench waiting for some poor nostril minding its own business. The toa had finally made it to a promising knowledge tower.
"PHEW! Dry again! Now let's see if-"
DING!
She immediately holds the same stillness as the rest of the universe. Something, or someone, had just made a noise. It was a noise that seemed to come from an eternity away, and at the same time, the very core of her being.
DING!
There it was again, only this time, it seemed to come from the north. It was so very faint. She probably wouldn't have heard it if the world was still functioning.
...
"...hello?" Loralin calls out, uncertainty in her voice. In her mind, she was working out what those noises could have been. She pinged first, then somewhere else pinged as if in reply. Should she investigate? She had been alone for so long, and had suspected that someone was out there watching her. But something else was violating the status quo. She couldn't believe she didn't notice it before. If she felt that she was being watched before, now, she was being visually dissected. Perhaps her audience had made those noises to distract her. The toa presses on, ignoring the growing omnipresent eye.
Post by slipperysnakeboy on Feb 22, 2022 14:36:43 GMT
"Nope!"
Clatter.
"Nuh uh!"
Crash.
"Maybe... Nope."
Pink! The Knowledge Crystal rebounded and nested itself four inches above the floor. Loralin had been searching though these crystals for anything about time, an apocalypse, or fixing the universe. She had already found something about Great Disks, some Staff of Artakha, and a prophecy about Metru-Nui falling silent (in a spell of webs), but there had to be more.
Pink! The Knowledge Crystal rebounded and nested itself four inches above the floor. Loralin had been searching though these crystals for anything about time, an apocalypse, or fixing the universe. She had already found something about Great Disks, some Staff of Artakha, and a prophecy about Metru-Nui falling silent (in a spell of webs), but there had to be more.
A cold hand scoops up the crystal...
"Hey. What does this do?"
A Ko-Matoran holds the crystal up to his face and begins shaking it as if it were a snowglobe. "Will this give me wishes? Can I get a new mask...I wan't a new mask."
He notices Loralin and stands still, suddenly becoming silent.
Pink! The Knowledge Crystal rebounded and nested itself four inches above the floor. Loralin had been searching though these crystals for anything about time, an apocalypse, or fixing the universe. She had already found something about Great Disks, some Staff of Artakha, and a prophecy about Metru-Nui falling silent (in a spell of webs), but there had to be more.
I thought this place was dead following the great era of strife and unending disagreement that plagued it.