"Do I look like I'm not serious?" The left head asks, looking very serious, a bit angry, and yet suddenly hopeful. "You are seeing us in one of our rare moments of sanity." the center head says. "Our "normal" state is one of rage and insanity. If we see you in that state you are as good as dead. Metru's light aura, while being a bit painful, has enough of a calming effect to bring our many fragments of consciousness into some form of unity, which is what we are." "The rest of our so called brothers treat us as a genocide device. 'Oh there's a rebellion over here, teleport him there. Hey, we've got an army of toa approaching, send out Orcorix. I'm too lazy to smash this village myself, I'll just send Orcorix.' Makes me so karzing mad." the right head growls. "Calm down. We don't need another rampage right now." the center head replies. "So yeah, that us. A single makuta mind shattered into many many pieces stuck in a single body. And of course each piece wants control." "Honestly it's worse than karzanhi." the left head says. It pauses for a moment, then asks the other heads, "If we got stuck in Karzanhi, do you think we would get more insane?" The center head shakes no. "It'd be tolerable because everyone would be dead. Besides I don't think we can get more insane than we already are." "Interesting thought," the right head remarks, "but all our different pieces are just angry and desperate, not insane. If each individual piece was driven insane I think that could make us more insane."
The three heads continue to debate between themselves, apparently having forgotten about the matter at hand.
Lokkinci grins a wicked grin and pings a weak bolt of shadow off Orcorix to get his attention. "Alright then. With my powers, I can simply keep you from going into berserker mode... Or, if you wish, I might be able to merge your splintered minds into one."
"What a peculiar gathering."
The smooth, metallic voice comes from a large entity clad entirely in dark, plated armor. A bright, fiery orange glows through the visor of its helm from its piercing eyes.
Eric burns. He'll probably die soon assuming Centaur does nothing, which will probably be the case.
Due to yjflordofbio123 most likely seeing this and not responding along with the fact he previously said he's leaving the RP, Eric dies due to the fire. He's sent to the Red Star to be resurrected/tortured by Kestora.
Have you considered stopping, dropping, and rolling?
Eric burns. He'll probably die soon assuming Centaur does nothing, which will probably be the case.
Due to yjflordofbio123 most likely seeing this and not responding along with the fact he previously said he's leaving the RP, Eric dies due to the fire. He's sent to the Red Star to be resurrected/tortured by Kestora.
I've realized leaving the RP won't help me fix it.
IC: "Centaur" really cares little for the matoran.
"Do I look like I'm not serious?" The left head asks, looking very serious, a bit angry, and yet suddenly hopeful. "You are seeing us in one of our rare moments of sanity." the center head says. "Our "normal" state is one of rage and insanity. If we see you in that state you are as good as dead. Metru's light aura, while being a bit painful, has enough of a calming effect to bring our many fragments of consciousness into some form of unity, which is what we are." "The rest of our so called brothers treat us as a genocide device. 'Oh there's a rebellion over here, teleport him there. Hey, we've got an army of toa approaching, send out Orcorix. I'm too lazy to smash this village myself, I'll just send Orcorix.' Makes me so karzing mad." the right head growls. "Calm down. We don't need another rampage right now." the center head replies. "So yeah, that us. A single makuta mind shattered into many many pieces stuck in a single body. And of course each piece wants control." "Honestly it's worse than karzanhi." the left head says. It pauses for a moment, then asks the other heads, "If we got stuck in Karzanhi, do you think we would get more insane?" The center head shakes no. "It'd be tolerable because everyone would be dead. Besides I don't think we can get more insane than we already are." "Interesting thought," the right head remarks, "but all our different pieces are just angry and desperate, not insane. If each individual piece was driven insane I think that could make us more insane."
The three heads continue to debate between themselves, apparently having forgotten about the matter at hand.
Lokkinci grins a wicked grin and pings a weak bolt of shadow off Orcorix to get his attention. "Alright then. With my powers, I can simply keep you from going into berserker mode... Or, if you wish, I might be able to merge your splintered minds into one."
"Perhaps after whatever it is Metru and the floating mask want us to do. I don't imagine it would be quick." The right head says while the other two look expectantly at the two beings who have summoned them.
Lokkinci grins a wicked grin and pings a weak bolt of shadow off Orcorix to get his attention. "Alright then. With my powers, I can simply keep you from going into berserker mode... Or, if you wish, I might be able to merge your splintered minds into one."
"What a peculiar gathering."
The smooth, metallic voice comes from a large entity clad entirely in dark, plated armor. A bright, fiery orange glows through the visor of its helm from its piercing eyes.
"I wonder if it could be even stranger."
The right head looks around at the group and says, "I think we've got enough weirdness here." "None of me know you, and I get around." The left head says "Who are you and what is it you want?" The center head asks as Orcorix gets into a fighting stance, drawing his many weapons.
Post by Ten (Apparently Vestak) on Dec 29, 2017 7:59:08 GMT
A toa of plasma steps out of a portal onto Xia. He raises an eyebrow at the numerous billowing columns of smoke throughout the industrial city, then grins. "Looks like payday," the toa says to himself, rubbing his hands together excitedly as he sets off towards the smoke.
Lokkinci grins a wicked grin and pings a weak bolt of shadow off Orcorix to get his attention. "Alright then. With my powers, I can simply keep you from going into berserker mode... Or, if you wish, I might be able to merge your splintered minds into one."
"What a peculiar gathering."
The smooth, metallic voice comes from a large entity clad entirely in dark, plated armor. A bright, fiery orange glows through the visor of its helm from its piercing eyes.
"I wonder if it could be even stranger."
The Oracle perks up, “You? You shouldn’t be here! You should go home. Please go home.”
Rocket runs through the city, stopping to rest behind a building far from the action.
The toa of plasma spots him and walks over. "Hey there, could you tell me what exactly is happening over there?" he asks as he gestures back the way Rocket had come.
The smooth, metallic voice comes from a large entity clad entirely in dark, plated armor. A bright, fiery orange glows through the visor of its helm from its piercing eyes.
"I wonder if it could be even stranger."
The right head looks around at the group and says, "I think we've got enough weirdness here." "None of me know you, and I get around." The left head says "Who are you and what is it you want?" The center head asks as Orcorix gets into a fighting stance, drawing his many weapons.
The entity puts one foot in front of the other and performs a deep, flourishing bow. "I am but a humble eye. My task: to perceive."
The smooth, metallic voice comes from a large entity clad entirely in dark, plated armor. A bright, fiery orange glows through the visor of its helm from its piercing eyes.
"I wonder if it could be even stranger."
The Oracle perks up, “You? You shouldn’t be here! You should go home. Please go home.”
Rocket runs through the city, stopping to rest behind a building far from the action.
The toa of plasma spots him and walks over. "Hey there, could you tell me what exactly is happening over there?" he asks as he gestures back the way Rocket had come.
"There's was a fight in the lobby, and probably one outside. I was in the lobby, so I don't quite no what happened outside."
The Oracle perks up, “You? You shouldn’t be here! You should go home. Please go home.”
"You. You see beyond the veil as well. Why?"
The Oracle gets a slightly cheery tone in his voice, “Because that’s who I am and what I do! But given who you are and what you do, such things should be apparent.”
The toa of plasma spots him and walks over. "Hey there, could you tell me what exactly is happening over there?" he asks as he gestures back the way Rocket had come.
"There's was a fight in the lobby, and probably one outside. I was in the lobby, so I don't quite know what happened outside."
"Thanks." The toa continues to walk towards the action.
The right head looks around at the group and says, "I think we've got enough weirdness here." "None of me know you, and I get around." The left head says "Who are you and what is it you want?" The center head asks as Orcorix gets into a fighting stance, drawing his many weapons.
The entity puts one foot in front of the other and performs a deep, flourishing bow. "I am but a humble eye. My task: to perceive."
Its head rises to stare at Orcorix.
"You certainly would not know of me."
The center head asks, "So you're not the interfering/fighting kind of guy."
