01-31-2017, 10:58 PM
Vagrant. Wanderer.
That was what he had become.
For months he had languished in the filth of Nippur's back streets, feeling lost and hopeless. Children of the dusty neighborhood would come and play in his vicinity as he sat slumped against a sandstone wall, day in and day out. The chill that radiated from him never fully faded, despite the desert climate. Perhaps it might have brought him some solace that he was still able to serve a purpose to someone, however insignificant.
Duty. Unity. Destiny.
Kopaka felt as if he had none of these things in his live. He was without purpose, without company, and had no future in sight. He could not go back to the EPD at this juncture. He had already been absent for too long; doubtless they had written him off as nothing more than another migrant Prime, unable to settle down and commit. It was bad enough he had been a laughingstock. Now he was a deserter as well.
Eventually, somehow, his disgust at the squalor he found himself in had compelled Kopaka to overcome the inertia of misery and depart the hopeless city of Gilgamesh. There was a place in the Omniverse called the Frozen Fields. If the Toa was to be nothing more than a wanderer, at least he could allow himself the comfort of an agreeable climate. It would be good to see snow and ice again. Thinking on it, Kopaka realized that he hadn't seen either such thing since coming to the Omniverse, aside from the self-made snow squall he had summoned in the Tangled Green.
So now Kopaka found himself in the Nexus once more. The blinding white sheen of this world had once matched the pale sections of his armor well, but now they were dirty with sand and muck from his nadir of willpower. His mask, too...he could feel it flaking and peeling, revealing a corroded subsurface. He didn't understand the implications of this, but he did know that he felt the Darkness in him growing. Hydraxon had warned of the Darkness, how the Makuta used it to corrupt Toa and Matoran to their will. Had Kopaka brought such Darkness with him into the Omniverse, then? Dour thoughts clouded his ability to reason. It was easier to just keep his shoulders tucked and head down. Keep walking. Don't think. Get to the snow.
That was what he had become.
For months he had languished in the filth of Nippur's back streets, feeling lost and hopeless. Children of the dusty neighborhood would come and play in his vicinity as he sat slumped against a sandstone wall, day in and day out. The chill that radiated from him never fully faded, despite the desert climate. Perhaps it might have brought him some solace that he was still able to serve a purpose to someone, however insignificant.
Duty. Unity. Destiny.
Kopaka felt as if he had none of these things in his live. He was without purpose, without company, and had no future in sight. He could not go back to the EPD at this juncture. He had already been absent for too long; doubtless they had written him off as nothing more than another migrant Prime, unable to settle down and commit. It was bad enough he had been a laughingstock. Now he was a deserter as well.
Eventually, somehow, his disgust at the squalor he found himself in had compelled Kopaka to overcome the inertia of misery and depart the hopeless city of Gilgamesh. There was a place in the Omniverse called the Frozen Fields. If the Toa was to be nothing more than a wanderer, at least he could allow himself the comfort of an agreeable climate. It would be good to see snow and ice again. Thinking on it, Kopaka realized that he hadn't seen either such thing since coming to the Omniverse, aside from the self-made snow squall he had summoned in the Tangled Green.
So now Kopaka found himself in the Nexus once more. The blinding white sheen of this world had once matched the pale sections of his armor well, but now they were dirty with sand and muck from his nadir of willpower. His mask, too...he could feel it flaking and peeling, revealing a corroded subsurface. He didn't understand the implications of this, but he did know that he felt the Darkness in him growing. Hydraxon had warned of the Darkness, how the Makuta used it to corrupt Toa and Matoran to their will. Had Kopaka brought such Darkness with him into the Omniverse, then? Dour thoughts clouded his ability to reason. It was easier to just keep his shoulders tucked and head down. Keep walking. Don't think. Get to the snow.
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