Mm. Deceitful, self-absorbed. Only caring for what brought his own self-interests to light.
We call him the Makuta.
[It's a cold term off the tongue, a flare of deep resentment.
Still, his eyes trace backwards towards the sphere again. There's a cold feeling of dread.
"Storage containers?"
"--No-- t-the Matoran, they're in danger--"
"Vakama? What? What do you see--"
It's a sudden flash of an image, another flash of that vivid pain. Storage containers for miles and miles, up and down into infinity, sealed up tight, filled with
curled limbs
dim heartbeats
cold bodies
--
"Nothing. Nothing, sister.
Nothing at all."
...
Vakama's expression falls somber.]
...
It's a trap.
[Who was responsible?
(1)
Rio will get a nice visual head-start of the enormous, twisted tendril of shadow and plant matter that rises from the rubble and immediately snaps to grab at her. Thanks to the critical fail, it misses its first attempt completely. Thank you, dicebot.]
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We call him the Makuta.
[It's a cold term off the tongue, a flare of deep resentment.
Still, his eyes trace backwards towards the sphere again. There's a cold feeling of dread.
"Storage containers?"
"--No-- t-the Matoran, they're in danger--"
"Vakama? What? What do you see--"
It's a sudden flash of an image, another flash of that vivid pain. Storage containers for miles and miles, up and down into infinity, sealed up tight, filled with
curled limbs
dim heartbeats
cold bodies
--
"Nothing. Nothing, sister.
Nothing at all."
...
Vakama's expression falls somber.]
...
It's a trap.
[Who was responsible?
(1)
Rio will get a nice visual head-start of the enormous, twisted tendril of shadow and plant matter that rises from the rubble and immediately snaps to grab at her. Thanks to the critical fail, it misses its first attempt completely. Thank you, dicebot.]