01-19-2016, 11:15 PM
It had been quite a long time since The Master had been in the Ashen Steppes, but from the looks of things, very little had changed. And why would it? The Smiling One was a creature of constants and status quos. He would never dare upset the precarious balance of the world he had crafted so meticulously. Klee and Shen saw right through this charade. It was like looking at a plastic potted flower as opposed to a real one. From a distance everything looked convincing, but up close...in the details...
...it was all completely fake. A plastic toy universe for an infant god. How droll. It was so much different from when The Master had ruled the land of dream within the Remnants, or when The Master had abducted the minds of entire planets to be cleansed and unified. There was no direction to any of this, no resolution. It was all just pointless play, and that was why The Master's plans were so important!
This was the reason why the two Aspects were so excited as they zoomed over the blackened crags and odious lava pools far below. It was always good to have a clear mission and objective. After all, it was what they had been made for! Death Mountain loomed large and imposing on the horizon, and then sheer might of its bulk was enough to make even the more restrained of the two geometric prisms giddy.
It would have been better if it was a real mountain though.
But that wasn't important right now. Their job was to find Darunia and give him the update on Nealaphh's progress and new plans. Hopefully the Goron chief would be willing to trust the two of them. His primitive ways might prove to be a hindrance to the sophistication of the connected Omniverse. That wasn't to say that Darunia was a fool, however; far from it. The Goron chieftan knew exactly what he needed to know in order to manage his people and keep them safe. Anyone who could do that with even moderate success was worthy of The Master's respect.
With renewed enthusiasm, then Aspect's quickened their pace through the ash-flaked air, leaving trails of cool vapor in their wake. When one absorbs heat as their primary source of energy, there was nothing more invigorating than a jaunt through fields of active volcanism!
...it was all completely fake. A plastic toy universe for an infant god. How droll. It was so much different from when The Master had ruled the land of dream within the Remnants, or when The Master had abducted the minds of entire planets to be cleansed and unified. There was no direction to any of this, no resolution. It was all just pointless play, and that was why The Master's plans were so important!
This was the reason why the two Aspects were so excited as they zoomed over the blackened crags and odious lava pools far below. It was always good to have a clear mission and objective. After all, it was what they had been made for! Death Mountain loomed large and imposing on the horizon, and then sheer might of its bulk was enough to make even the more restrained of the two geometric prisms giddy.
It would have been better if it was a real mountain though.
But that wasn't important right now. Their job was to find Darunia and give him the update on Nealaphh's progress and new plans. Hopefully the Goron chief would be willing to trust the two of them. His primitive ways might prove to be a hindrance to the sophistication of the connected Omniverse. That wasn't to say that Darunia was a fool, however; far from it. The Goron chieftan knew exactly what he needed to know in order to manage his people and keep them safe. Anyone who could do that with even moderate success was worthy of The Master's respect.
With renewed enthusiasm, then Aspect's quickened their pace through the ash-flaked air, leaving trails of cool vapor in their wake. When one absorbs heat as their primary source of energy, there was nothing more invigorating than a jaunt through fields of active volcanism!
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued