07-06-2018, 12:46 PM
After having sated her appetite and summoned herself a new outfit, Hecate and Kopaka had briskly made their way out of the Tangle Green, leaving a trail of frost and crushed foliage in their wake. The Darkness in Hecate had been somewhat hesitant to replace her sweaty and effluent rags. Sweet memories of pain lingered within the shredded fabrics that were nothing if not tantalizing to the bloodthirsty mage. On the other hand, the Makuta's soliloquy about clean snow and fresh blood had reminded her that half the fun of spilling blood was getting it on one's self.
...and if your clothes were already a gory mess, it hardly had the same effect. And so, with fresh adornments, the mage and the elemental journeyed out once again in the blinding void of the Nexus. Hecate did not necessarily ask why they were going this way, or what their long-term plans were. She hadn't even necessarily cared that she was leaving her fortress behind in such penetrable vacancy. There was nothing there of value, at least, nothing that any sane person would want to take with them.
For his part, Kopaka had every intention of spilling the blood of more of the Empire's bounty targets. If nothing else, his track record indicated that there was a high chance of Imperial hits lingering around the Fountain of Infinity at any given time; usually with a small mound of smoldering Stormtrooper carcasses strewn about them. Though he may have seemed aloof, the biomech was secretly examining every one of Hecate's mannerisms and inflections, at least though what few words were shared. She did not complain that they had no mounts. She did not complain that to be near the Makuta was like hugging a glacier. This, however, needed to be taken with a grain of salt. After all, Dawnika Snow had portrayed every semblance of restraint and quiescence before abruptly losing her composure against the demonic clown.
At least in Hecate's case, Kopaka was well informed of her mental instabilities ahead of time. He could plan for them. Arrange contingencies. Above all else, it was the raw enthusiasm for violence that the Makuta admired in the human. Dawnika had also been fond of violence, but moreso as an expedient route to glory and victory. Hecate Rothchild, on the other hand, reveled in blood for blood's sake.
In other words, she was an artist. Like him.
As they approached the Fountain, the rusty optics on the Kanohi Akaku clicked and whirred as he magnified the scene. The fount had taken on the form of an immense hourglass of sand, breached already by whatever Prime had resided within. The bionicle studied the scene carefully. Where was the chick which had sprung from this sandy egg? Next to him, Hecate chuckled softly.
"Thoughts?" Kopaka intoned, looking down at her. She kept her gaze fixed at the Fountain.
"Smells like blood."
"Hm." the biomech responded. The sensory abilities of olfactory receptors had consistently fascinated him since he had come to the Omniverse. Certainly, there was a great swath of sensory abilities he possessed that the average mammalian troglodyte could only dream of...but scent and taste seemed to hold such a sentimental place in the hearts of these curious, bipedal rahi. Still, the time for rumination had passed. As the Prime Pair approached the scattered sand and glass, smears of darkened blood all led their eyes to the supine figure of what was, presumably, a nascent Prime.
"Hmph." Hecate snorted as she knelt down and ran a finger through the sandy blood, "...her getup doesn't leave much to imagine. I wonder that was her idea."
Kopaka, however, did not possess any inhibitions or shyness in the presence of nearly naked women. The towering elemental loomed over Rose like a frigid tower, leering down at he with his sickly, yellow eyes.
"Identify thyself."
...and if your clothes were already a gory mess, it hardly had the same effect. And so, with fresh adornments, the mage and the elemental journeyed out once again in the blinding void of the Nexus. Hecate did not necessarily ask why they were going this way, or what their long-term plans were. She hadn't even necessarily cared that she was leaving her fortress behind in such penetrable vacancy. There was nothing there of value, at least, nothing that any sane person would want to take with them.
For his part, Kopaka had every intention of spilling the blood of more of the Empire's bounty targets. If nothing else, his track record indicated that there was a high chance of Imperial hits lingering around the Fountain of Infinity at any given time; usually with a small mound of smoldering Stormtrooper carcasses strewn about them. Though he may have seemed aloof, the biomech was secretly examining every one of Hecate's mannerisms and inflections, at least though what few words were shared. She did not complain that they had no mounts. She did not complain that to be near the Makuta was like hugging a glacier. This, however, needed to be taken with a grain of salt. After all, Dawnika Snow had portrayed every semblance of restraint and quiescence before abruptly losing her composure against the demonic clown.
At least in Hecate's case, Kopaka was well informed of her mental instabilities ahead of time. He could plan for them. Arrange contingencies. Above all else, it was the raw enthusiasm for violence that the Makuta admired in the human. Dawnika had also been fond of violence, but moreso as an expedient route to glory and victory. Hecate Rothchild, on the other hand, reveled in blood for blood's sake.
In other words, she was an artist. Like him.
As they approached the Fountain, the rusty optics on the Kanohi Akaku clicked and whirred as he magnified the scene. The fount had taken on the form of an immense hourglass of sand, breached already by whatever Prime had resided within. The bionicle studied the scene carefully. Where was the chick which had sprung from this sandy egg? Next to him, Hecate chuckled softly.
"Thoughts?" Kopaka intoned, looking down at her. She kept her gaze fixed at the Fountain.
"Smells like blood."
"Hm." the biomech responded. The sensory abilities of olfactory receptors had consistently fascinated him since he had come to the Omniverse. Certainly, there was a great swath of sensory abilities he possessed that the average mammalian troglodyte could only dream of...but scent and taste seemed to hold such a sentimental place in the hearts of these curious, bipedal rahi. Still, the time for rumination had passed. As the Prime Pair approached the scattered sand and glass, smears of darkened blood all led their eyes to the supine figure of what was, presumably, a nascent Prime.
"Hmph." Hecate snorted as she knelt down and ran a finger through the sandy blood, "...her getup doesn't leave much to imagine. I wonder that was her idea."
Kopaka, however, did not possess any inhibitions or shyness in the presence of nearly naked women. The towering elemental loomed over Rose like a frigid tower, leering down at he with his sickly, yellow eyes.
"Identify thyself."
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