“That is ourselfmindbeingfreedomsaviourdeathnot something you need to know. He won’t let us-He told us not to-warned-threatened us not to say.” The ‘other voices’ attempted to say, their speech garbled, overlapping, and hard to understand below his own as he continued.
"You will help us find him. I know you can do that. I remember you have something to do with the losspainfearwantit’syourfaultshadows.
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Rena was already gone.
@KAI_BORG “Can we please talk at a tabla?”
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Dakron stuck his arms out and felt around for Rena or Streke. When he didn’t feel, smell, or hear anything, he dropped his arms sadly, and sat down to wait for someone to come.
Streke explored the city, examining the shops and greeting the locals. He didn’t realize that Dakron was gone, and he was too preoccupied with the new experience to look around for his friend.
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“We are speaking to the Blaze. Do not bother us.” The Collected replied, not even turning to look at Rena as he continued to remain focused on Blaze. His eyes re-shadowed.
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“I am sorry to bother you, but you are in my garden, so you can at least look at me when I am talking with you.” she said, becoming a little irritated.
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“If you seek the services of a Mask Maker,” Blaze said as he took a seat at the table, “Myself and Ekimu could help you.”
He politely invited Collected to take a seat with him and Rena.
“Rena is a friend, she can be trusted.” He assures Collective.
OOC: if Drakon’s near when Blaze leaves Rena’s villa, I’ll have Blaze offer to bring him to The Forge where they could give him shelter until his friend comes to find him.
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The Collected didn’t take the seat, in fact he hadn’t moved at all beyond following Blaze into the garden.
“Unless she can also bring me to Makuta she is not important. I do not remember her. I remember you.
You can. You were there, with the shadows, I can remember seeing you.
I do not want a mask, only Makuta. You will bring me to him.” The Collected growled, turning his head to glance at Rena as Blaze indicated her before turning back to him.
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“Blaze. Let’s speak in private for a little bit.”
She said to her friend.
@BlackBeltGamer98
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Atlas decides to check the City of the Mask Makers first.
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In front of the house, Dakron tilted his head. “Makuta? But that must mean-” Dakron stood up, the thought in his head spurring him to action. He searched for a way to enter the garden, feeling with his hands
@Distraxx
Atlas might find Streke wandering the streets of the city, exploring it and familiarizing himself with the layout.
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He could most likely touch the wooden fence and door.
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“Excuse me a moment.” Blaze said, he would’ve said something else but Rena’s told him this was the only time she’d ask before potentially having to literally drag the red armored Okotan away.
He gets up and walks over to Rena.
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Rena opened the door of her old shed, motioning for Blaze to enter.
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The Collected continued to keep his eyes on Blaze, his form disturbingly still in comparison to his turning head.
During this time his scythe had continued to drip, leaving a number of small, dark, yet still visibly red pools behind him, and below where its blade currently hung.
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OOC: sorry, my bad
Dakron tries to open the door, but found it locked. He tried to open it again, and failed. He walked away from the door and attempted to climb the fence, using his hands to find leverage.
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Nothing of this could happen, because the door was locked.
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OOC: That was quick
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OOC: I edited the post accordingly.
Streke continued to wander the streets of the city.
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Blaze goes inside.
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@meepinater The surface of a door was pretty flat, with no wholes where he could put his hands or feet.
@BlackBeltGamer98 She closed the door behind them and turned to him, hands folded to the chest. If Blaze would try to associate her expression with somebody else’s, he could find one excellent example: Kora’s angry mama bear expression.
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