OOC: Considering the vagueness of Rhotuka, this really can go either way. Rhotuka energy is in almost every being in the MU, and the rhotuka spinner is a way to focus it. There can be other ways to focus it, the concept just wasn't explored in canon that much.
I won't raise a fuss, but can we say he never left, since I decided to come back?
Insert the sound of time and space warping
Darren is still present
Mnemosyne carefully works about Darren's mind, seeing any loose threads, which she could unweave. Just enough that he can't use any power. She refuses to allow him something she cannot attain.
Mnemosyne carefully works about Darren's mind, seeing any loose threads, which she could unweave. Just enough that he can't use any power. She refuses to allow him something she cannot attain.
She finds that his mind is about as guarded as every other matoran?...
Mnemosyne carefully works about Darren's mind, seeing any loose threads, which she could unweave. Just enough that he can't use any power. She refuses to allow him something she cannot attain.
She finds that his mind is about as guarded as every other matoran?...
"Callous, even in the face of a goddess." She muses. "Have I been gone for so long? Has this world already forgotten the scars of the great war?" She ponders, aloud. "You are frail; weak. You are not mighty by any means. I could shatter your mind with the ease of flicking my wrist." She playfully taunts. "Yet, you still do not fear me. You know not of who Rhea is, nor who I am, Mnemosyne. Whose affiliation do you belong to?"
"Callous, even in the face of a goddess." She muses. "Have I been gone for so long? Has this world already forgotten the scars of the great war?" She ponders, aloud. "You are frail; weak. You are not mighty by any means. I could shatter your mind with the ease of flicking my wrist." She playfully taunts. "Yet, you still do not fear me. You know not of who Rhea is, nor who I am, Mnemosyne. Whose affiliation do you belong to?"
"Callous, even in the face of a goddess." She muses. "Have I been gone for so long? Has this world already forgotten the scars of the great war?" She ponders, aloud. "You are frail; weak. You are not mighty by any means. I could shatter your mind with the ease of flicking my wrist." She playfully taunts. "Yet, you still do not fear me. You know not of who Rhea is, nor who I am, Mnemosyne. Whose affiliation do you belong to?"
