A Matoran frantically rushes over to the log, and begins to beat it with a monkey wrench, frantically blabbing something about the log having been 'misbehaving' recently and that it's not safe to sit on it -- or any of the plants on the island for that matter.
Vindurax stares at the Maoran in mild bewilderment. He places a stasis field around him, and proceeds to examine for mind for details.
Nikan walsk over and transforms into a perfect copy of the Makuta.
Vindurax stares at the Maoran in mild bewilderment. He places a stasis field around him, and proceeds to examine for mind for details.
Vindurax finds that this Matoran just hasn't been the same ever since the log had eaten ten of his friends. It had spent many a long night plotting its revenge on the log, it considered setting it, and the entire stinking carnivorous forest, on fire. Then settled on splitting it in twain with an axe. However, when it saw that a Makuta of all beings had seated itself upon the log, the matoran immediately knew that it needed to bash the log to keep the Makuta from being eaten.
"Aww, don't tell me. He's been hitting that log again? Jeez, we've been TRYING to get that guy some decent therapy all year long! ...um, mister Makuta, I don't think it's a good idea to have him in a stasis field so close to the-" suddenly, a massive tongue lashes out from the log, grabs the Matoran that Vindurax had been probing, and swallows it whole. The Matoran spectator promptly lets out a "WHOA!" at this point and runs, blurting out something about a 'Borachion' fellow and how he'd probably be able to get 'Murky' out of the log before its too late. He also says something about how it might be a good idea to put the log in stasis so it can't digest its victim, but that's just him.
Without replying, Vindurax seals the log in a stasis field, and uses laser vision to create a ring around it.
''Find this...Borachion. I wish to see him at work.''
Vindurax finds that this Matoran just hasn't been the same ever since the log had eaten ten of his friends. It had spent many a long night plotting its revenge on the log, it considered setting it, and the entire stinking carnivorous forest, on fire. Then settled on splitting it in twain with an axe. However, when it saw that a Makuta of all beings had seated itself upon the log, the matoran immediately knew that it needed to bash the log to keep the Makuta from being eaten.
"Aww, don't tell me. He's been hitting that log again? Jeez, we've been TRYING to get that guy some decent therapy all year long! ...um, mister Makuta, I don't think it's a good idea to have him in a stasis field so close to the-" suddenly, a massive tongue lashes out from the log, grabs the Matoran that Vindurax had been probing, and swallows it whole. The Matoran spectator promptly lets out a "WHOA!" at this point and runs, blurting out something about a 'Borachion' fellow and how he'd probably be able to get 'Murky' out of the log before its too late. He also says something about how it might be a good idea to put the log in stasis so it can't digest its victim, but that's just him.
Without replying, Vindurax seals the log in a stasis field, and uses laser vision to create a ring around it.
''Find this...Borachion. I wish to see him at work.''
A Matoran wearing an unusual mask arrives on the scene, alongside the other Matoran that had gone to get him. "Angonce-darn it. If I've told him once, I told him a thousand times! 'Murky, I know you hate that Matoran-eating log, but it's dangerous, and we've already logged our formal request for aid from the nearest stationed Makuta.' But did he listen? NO! He just HAD to attack the log himself -- and virtually unarmed to boot. Where'd you say the log was again? A Makuta was next to it? Oh, I see it. Nevermind."
Borachion at this point casually saunters over to the log, a pair of pliers in hand.
"Hi, thanks for sticking around -- now let's see what we're dealing with here... keep the stasis field up on it if you don't mind."
The Matoran promptly got onto its knees and examined the log's mouth closely. He seemed to focus on it for a moment, and then opened his eyes.
"Oh, is that all? Well jeez Murky, seems you got lucky this time. This is just your standard, run of the mill Matoran-eating log. Quite a mindless devil, to be honest. Um, if any of you are capable of being grossed out, you might want to look away. I'm going to have to trigger this log's gag reflex."
Borachion gave a moment for the Makuta to decide whether or not he was going to look away, and then reached his arm, the one holding the pliers, into the creature's mouth. A distinct cliiping sound could be heard, and by the time Borachion was done with his work, he had a red, teardrop shaped object in his hand.
"Um, I do suggest getting rid of the stasis field now -- Murky won't come out until you do."
Without replying, Vindurax seals the log in a stasis field, and uses laser vision to create a ring around it.
''Find this...Borachion. I wish to see him at work.''
A Matoran wearing an unusual mask arrives on the scene, alongside the other Matoran that had gone to get him. "Angonce-darn it. If I've told him once, I told him a thousand times! 'Murky, I know you hate that Matoran-eating log, but it's dangerous, and we've already logged our formal request for aid from the nearest stationed Makuta.' But did he listen? NO! He just HAD to attack the log himself -- and virtually unarmed to boot. Where'd you say the log was again? A Makuta was next to it? Oh, I see it. Nevermind."
Borachion at this point casually saunters over to the log, a pair of pliers in hand.
"Hi, thanks for sticking around -- now let's see what we're dealing with here... keep the stasis field up on it if you don't mind."
The Matoran promptly got onto its knees and examined the log's mouth closely. He seemed to focus on it for a moment, and then opened his eyes.
"Oh, is that all? Well jeez Murky, seems you got lucky this time. This is just your standard, run of the mill Matoran-eating log. Quite a mindless devil, to be honest. Um, if any of you are capable of being grossed out, you might want to look away. I'm going to have to trigger this log's gag reflex."
Borachion gave a moment for the Makuta to decide whether or not he was going to look away, and then reached his arm, the one holding the pliers, into the creature's mouth. A distinct cliiping sound could be heard, and by the time Borachion was done with his work, he had a red, teardrop shaped object in his hand.
"Um, I do suggest getting rid of the stasis field now -- Murky won't come out until you do."
A Matoran wearing an unusual mask arrives on the scene, alongside the other Matoran that had gone to get him. "Angonce-darn it. If I've told him once, I told him a thousand times! 'Murky, I know you hate that Matoran-eating log, but it's dangerous, and we've already logged our formal request for aid from the nearest stationed Makuta.' But did he listen? NO! He just HAD to attack the log himself -- and virtually unarmed to boot. Where'd you say the log was again? A Makuta was next to it? Oh, I see it. Nevermind."
Borachion at this point casually saunters over to the log, a pair of pliers in hand.
"Hi, thanks for sticking around -- now let's see what we're dealing with here... keep the stasis field up on it if you don't mind."
The Matoran promptly got onto its knees and examined the log's mouth closely. He seemed to focus on it for a moment, and then opened his eyes.
"Oh, is that all? Well jeez Murky, seems you got lucky this time. This is just your standard, run of the mill Matoran-eating log. Quite a mindless devil, to be honest. Um, if any of you are capable of being grossed out, you might want to look away. I'm going to have to trigger this log's gag reflex."
Borachion gave a moment for the Makuta to decide whether or not he was going to look away, and then reached his arm, the one holding the pliers, into the creature's mouth. A distinct cliiping sound could be heard, and by the time Borachion was done with his work, he had a red, teardrop shaped object in his hand.
"Um, I do suggest getting rid of the stasis field now -- Murky won't come out until you do."
''Naturally.''
Vindurax releases the stasis field.
The log screeches at an unfathomably high pitch and promptly explodes in a shower of wood chips and other internal tissues. 'Murky' lies where the Log once was, remarkably unharmed, but traumatized nonetheless.
"Borachion..." said Murky, "we need to seriously consider burning down the forest and planting a new, less deadly one."
At this Borachion shrugged, thanked the Makuta for his cooperation and help, and dragged Murky off
The log screeches at an unfathomably high pitch and promptly explodes in a shower of wood chips and other internal tissues. 'Murky' lies where the Log once was, remarkably unharmed, but traumatized nonetheless.
"Borachion..." said Murky, "we need to seriously consider burning down the forest and planting a new, less deadly one."
At this Borachion shrugged, thanked the Makuta for his cooperation and help, and dragged Murky off
Makuta Vindurax made no response. After the Matoran had left, he gathered the pieces of the log, and headed deeper into the jungle.
The log screeches at an unfathomably high pitch and promptly explodes in a shower of wood chips and other internal tissues. 'Murky' lies where the Log once was, remarkably unharmed, but traumatized nonetheless.
"Borachion..." said Murky, "we need to seriously consider burning down the forest and planting a new, less deadly one."
At this Borachion shrugged, thanked the Makuta for his cooperation and help, and dragged Murky off
Makuta Vindurax made no response. After the Matoran had left, he gathered the pieces of the log, and headed deeper into the jungle.
He suddenly arrives at the island's shore, where there is a bridge. As a matter of complete coincidence, Borachion is dragging Murky across this bridge.
Makuta Vindurax made no response. After the Matoran had left, he gathered the pieces of the log, and headed deeper into the jungle.
He suddenly arrives at the island's shore, where there is a bridge. As a matter of complete coincidence, Borachion is dragging Murky across this bridge.
The Makuta uses his powers to utterly camoflage himself, and strolls after Borachion.
He suddenly arrives at the island's shore, where there is a bridge. As a matter of complete coincidence, Borachion is dragging Murky across this bridge.
The Makuta uses his powers to utterly camoflage himself, and strolls after Borachion.
He ends up following Borachion into the heart of another island entirely. He finds a village of Ce-Matoran, all of them psychiatrists. Borachion, seeming to already know which one he likes, picks one of the offices immediately, but not at random, and enters.
The Makuta uses his powers to utterly camoflage himself, and strolls after Borachion.
He ends up following Borachion into the heart of another island entirely. He finds a village of Ce-Matoran, all of them psychiatrists. Borachion, seeming to already know which one he likes, picks one of the offices immediately, but not at random, and enters.
Dumping the pieces of log in a bush, Vindurax follows.
He ends up following Borachion into the heart of another island entirely. He finds a village of Ce-Matoran, all of them psychiatrists. Borachion, seeming to already know which one he likes, picks one of the offices immediately, but not at random, and enters.
Dumping the pieces of log in a bush, Vindurax follows.
A ce-Matoran looks at Vindurax very judgingly.
"You realize, of course, that if that bush becomes sentient, and starts to devour Matoran at random, it's your fault. Right?"
"You realize, of course, that if that bush becomes sentient, and starts to devour Matoran at random, it's your fault. Right?"
''Attempt to move one of the branches, then tell me if it likely to move.''
The Makuta places a stasis field around the bush as he says this. He teleports directly behind Borachion, and uses his chamilion ability again.
"Alerak, you home?" Borachion asked this, completely unaware of Vindurax's presence. A Matoran wearing a very vicious-looking mask stepped out from a door in the back of the room. The mask was the kind that one would only expect to see on a Makuta's face.
"let me guess. Bochondrius needs his shrink again. What'd he traumatize himself with this time now?"
"A log."
"Did it eat him?"
"...Yes. Alerak, I'd prefer if you'd call him by his nickname."
"Creating an atmosphere of familiarity makes the patient more comfortable than he should be. Skewed results are worthless results."
"If you say so..."
"And get that Makuta filth out of my office."
An expression of shock leaped onto Borachion's face, in two parts. One, that Vindurax had been following him. But two, that Alerak would say such a thing about a Makuta.
"Why would you say such a thing about a Makuta? They've helped us out with quite a few of our problems!"
"And they've caused some of our problems by creating the Rahi and plantlife we contend with every day. No thanks."
"How can you see him?"
"I don't have to see Makuta filth to know they're there. Their arrogance permeates the very air like a stench of the mind! Quit hiding and show yourself, wretch! I know you're there!"
"You know, on second thought, maybe a bo-Matoran is better qualified to give 'Murky' the help he needs. You clearly have some problems of your own."
"Fine then! Don't let the Makuta hit you on the way out."
Borachion promptly walked out, taking 'Murky' with him, and trying not to bump into the invisible Makuta that was supposedly in the room.
"Well? Are you going leave yet, Makuta?" Alerak asked, as rudely as possible. "Sometime today I should hope!"
''Attempt to move one of the branches, then tell me if it likely to move.''
The Makuta places a stasis field around the bush as he says this. He teleports directly behind Borachion, and uses his chamilion ability again.
"Alerak, you home?" Borachion asked this, completely unaware of Vindurax's presence. A Matoran wearing a very vicious-looking mask stepped out from a door in the back of the room. The mask was the kind that one would only expect to see on a Makuta's face.
"let me guess. Bochondrius needs his shrink again. What'd he traumatize himself with this time now?"
"A log."
"Did it eat him?"
"...Yes. Alerak, I'd prefer if you'd call him by his nickname."
"Creating an atmosphere of familiarity makes the patient more comfortable than he should be. Skewed results are worthless results."
"If you say so..."
"And get that Makuta filth out of my office."
An expression of shock leaped onto Borachion's face, in two parts. One, that Vindurax had been following him. But two, that Alerak would say such a thing about a Makuta.
"Why would you say such a thing about a Makuta? They've helped us out with quite a few of our problems!"
"And they've caused some of our problems by creating the Rahi and plantlife we contend with every day. No thanks."
"How can you see him?"
"I don't have to see Makuta filth to know they're there. Their arrogance permeates the very air like a stench of the mind! Quit hiding and show yourself, wretch! I know you're there!"
"You know, on second thought, maybe a bo-Matoran is better qualified to give 'Murky' the help he needs. You clearly have some problems of your own."
"Fine then! Don't let the Makuta hit you on the way out."
Borachion promptly walked out, taking 'Murky' with him, and trying not to bump into the invisible Makuta that was supposedly in the room.
"Well? Are you going leave yet, Makuta?" Alerak asked, as rudely as possible. "Sometime today I should hope!"
Vindurax prods Alerak's mind painfully. He proceeds to stun him with an electrical field and put him in a deep sleep. The Makuta then leaves, closing the door and placing a stasis field around it.
He collects the pieces of log and looks around for Borachion.
