Lync scrambles her way to the top, sitting down on the far side and taking in the view. “Wow,” she says, the word barely audible. She drinks in all of it, her eyes darting here and there as she tries to tell every detail of the massive island.
Ticeli leans against a rock, his arms folded behind his head. “Sooo… now what?” Pheore jogs the rest of the way up the mountain, coming to a stop with one foot on the peak.
“Now we choose a new destination.” She holds her hand above her eyes, shielding them from the sun. “Hmm, is that a junkyard?”
“We could find some Toa canisters there,” Lync suggests. “Ticeli, would you be able to repair them?” Ticeli shrugs.
“Give me a Toa Canister and a welding torch, and I’ll figure something out.”
After making sure Symphony is the being with the similar signature, he undoes the camouflage. “You.” He gestures towards Symphony with his sword. “Who are you?”
“Hmm. I am True Chaos, the name is Symphony.” Symphony says to him, “I am the most unreasonable being.” The knife melts and merges with his hand, “The question is what are you? Sense you have shown interest in me, I must assume that you have been watching me.”
“Makuta…you don’t look like him…” He looks at his hand. “Like I said I am chaos.”
He morphs to look like G2 Makuta (The big one, not matoran version), “This is what Makuta looks like.”
“I didn’t know that…where I come from there was only one.” He smiles, “And he died…by his own creation. It went out of control and killed him in own realm. Luckily that creature is long gone now.” He looks at his hand and the dagger forms again, “Though that creation had the help of his worst enemy…”
OOC: This is my personal prediction of how things might end…I’m trying to keep it simple…hoping it comes true.
“Well, let’s go then!” Pheore steps over the peak to run down the mountain, only to find Lync in her way.
“Go and do what? Fight a hardened killer? We stepped into that Suva an hour ago. Have you even tried to use your element? Or your mask?” Pheore frowns and looks away. “That’s what I thought. Look, helping is good, but we’re not ready.”
“So? We have to start somewhere!” Lync crosses her arms.
“And I get that. But is this really the place to start?” Pheore turns away, looking to Coron for support.
The Dragon wakes up, he uses his legs to paddle towards the island. he feels his wings are broken, and decides to rest a bit more, preparing to catch fish when ready.
