OOC: Ah, too bad... still, Blaze did have a pretty fitting reaction for coming events...
IC: In the dessert an cloaked Okotan stood in front of a large pit, its interior darkened a shadow of unnatural depth.
The Okotans stance was listless, dead, a grin stretched across his face a small he muttered, “Come on now, I know I chose to leave this body in a semi-conscious state, it shouldn’t take this long to split my conscious some more.”
As he spoke a large hand suddenly emerged from the pit, the shadows nearly seeming to drip from its translucent purple, crystal-like claws.
“Ah, Perfect... now then, to keep this form stable for just a little longer.” The matoran muttered, it’s grin growing a small it tapped its chest, watching a second hand emerge and begin to hoist the being up.