02-12-2016, 02:17 PM
The rest of the night passed rather uneventfully, as the ruined city in the distance became gradually larger. Kopaka kept trying to figure out what it was that he was seeing in the distance, near the shimmering veil that marked the section of the island that was in the final stages of disintigration. Kopaka narrowed his ocular indicator. The island was tearing itself apart as the Primes which scurried around its surface collected the Spirit's beloved trinkets. Seeing such cataclysm may have normally sent Kopaka into a righteous fury, but in this destitute land, such a display of destruction only signified how artificial this entire land was.
When the pair finally stopped for the night to rest, Kopaka took the opportunity to gather the food both for himself and Magus, although, most of what Kopaka found was instantly shoved down his nutritional processing array. It tended to be such fare as grubs, mosses, and other such edible detritus that, while perfectly healthy, was also markedly unappetizing. Kopaka didn't know a great deal about humans and their ilk, but the Toa had researched the fundamentals of their society.
As such, Magus was pleasantly surprised when Kopaka came back to their secluded camp site with and armful of tubers, fruits, and a variety of small fauna that hung limp. The wizard would not have guessed that the robot would be so resourceful in a natural setting, but perhaps he had been augmented to survive specifically in this sort of environment. It would have been even better if all of the food wasn't almost frozen solid.
What was even more surprising was that Magus would be treated to a full night's sleep, due to the fact that Kopaka only only needed to sleep once every few days, and even then he was able to keep the electronic areas of his brain active. Unfortunately, just a few hours before the dawn broke, there came an immense rumbling. Peeking out from the scrub they had concealed themselves in, the Primes only slightly gawked as they witnessed a majority of the mountain chain on the island splitting up into indescribably huge megaliths which rose preposterously into a blank sky.
A moment later, said sky turned a sinister green, and a disembodied challenge echoed across the dissolving landscape. Arcing, vibrant leylines traced themselves in the sky, all meeting at an obscure area on the western side of the island. Two things were certain; there were at least a few Primes who had already found a guardian in the mountains, and there would be a few Primes that would eagerly respond to the taunting voice. Kopaka turned to Magus, his white carapace glinting viridian in the pervasive light that blasphemed the heavens. He spoke, his tone measured and professional.
"What say you?"
Magus crossed his arms and let out a noise somewhere between a growl and a sigh.
"Let the fools dash themselves against the rocks; easier to pry the armor from their bleeding fingers than what hand may be grasping it now."
Kopaka nodded. He didn't have a problem with that philosophy; it was smart and efficient. It was clear that Magus valued planning in the long term. For all their measured caution in interacting with one another, Kopaka had to admit the wizard was legitimately growing on him. Eliciting a buzzing sigh of his own, Kopaka retreated back into their leafy sanctuary and began to clean up evidence of their presence. After glaring at the sky for a few more moments, Magus began to gather up his things as well.
It was an unspoken agreement. No sense in trying to go back to sleep when the mountains were flying away. The wizard seemed determined to get to the ruined city, just over a few more hills, and now that Kopaka no longer had a native environment to retreat to, there was no sense in disputing it.
The Toa just hoped that someone else hadn't killed that damn rodent yet.
When the pair finally stopped for the night to rest, Kopaka took the opportunity to gather the food both for himself and Magus, although, most of what Kopaka found was instantly shoved down his nutritional processing array. It tended to be such fare as grubs, mosses, and other such edible detritus that, while perfectly healthy, was also markedly unappetizing. Kopaka didn't know a great deal about humans and their ilk, but the Toa had researched the fundamentals of their society.
As such, Magus was pleasantly surprised when Kopaka came back to their secluded camp site with and armful of tubers, fruits, and a variety of small fauna that hung limp. The wizard would not have guessed that the robot would be so resourceful in a natural setting, but perhaps he had been augmented to survive specifically in this sort of environment. It would have been even better if all of the food wasn't almost frozen solid.
What was even more surprising was that Magus would be treated to a full night's sleep, due to the fact that Kopaka only only needed to sleep once every few days, and even then he was able to keep the electronic areas of his brain active. Unfortunately, just a few hours before the dawn broke, there came an immense rumbling. Peeking out from the scrub they had concealed themselves in, the Primes only slightly gawked as they witnessed a majority of the mountain chain on the island splitting up into indescribably huge megaliths which rose preposterously into a blank sky.
A moment later, said sky turned a sinister green, and a disembodied challenge echoed across the dissolving landscape. Arcing, vibrant leylines traced themselves in the sky, all meeting at an obscure area on the western side of the island. Two things were certain; there were at least a few Primes who had already found a guardian in the mountains, and there would be a few Primes that would eagerly respond to the taunting voice. Kopaka turned to Magus, his white carapace glinting viridian in the pervasive light that blasphemed the heavens. He spoke, his tone measured and professional.
"What say you?"
Magus crossed his arms and let out a noise somewhere between a growl and a sigh.
"Let the fools dash themselves against the rocks; easier to pry the armor from their bleeding fingers than what hand may be grasping it now."
Kopaka nodded. He didn't have a problem with that philosophy; it was smart and efficient. It was clear that Magus valued planning in the long term. For all their measured caution in interacting with one another, Kopaka had to admit the wizard was legitimately growing on him. Eliciting a buzzing sigh of his own, Kopaka retreated back into their leafy sanctuary and began to clean up evidence of their presence. After glaring at the sky for a few more moments, Magus began to gather up his things as well.
It was an unspoken agreement. No sense in trying to go back to sleep when the mountains were flying away. The wizard seemed determined to get to the ruined city, just over a few more hills, and now that Kopaka no longer had a native environment to retreat to, there was no sense in disputing it.
The Toa just hoped that someone else hadn't killed that damn rodent yet.
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