05-03-2016, 10:38 PM
The following morning was blessedly silent once more. Kopaka very much appreciated that the human, or Plant, rather, had the capacity for understanding when it was time to exchange words and when it was time to think. Kopaka was silent for more reason than simple habit, however. Something had been bothering him since he had rebooted his higher processes that brisk morning. During the days prior, the Bionicle had felt a distinct calling of almost supernatural certainty that the Mouse was in the direction they were headed. With every step they took, however, that certainty keeled over into a sea of doubt.
It would be remiss of the Toa to give up his hunt for such simple reasons, however. Out respect for Eon and for sheer integrity, it was the least Kopaka could do to take a look around the city. As the two trudged through the slowly warming silt, they began to approach a series of heavily laden carriages, drawn by a pair of oddly shaped rahi of burden. Their solid silouhette was clear against the pale lavender horizon that stretched beyond the desert sunrise. The scant wisps of clouds in the sky picked up muted shades of shadowed fuschia, and the glimmering sun invited everything on the ground to cast long shadows.
A curious sigil was emblazoned on the side of the cart; a golden intersection of two perpendicular lines. It was exocative of the object Eon carried on his back, and Kopaka began to wonder what the importance of this glyph had for human beings. As the pair of Primes approached the front of the caravan, the leader of the troupe called out to Kopaka and Eon.
"Ho there travelers! You look weary! Care for a ride?" the haughty man asked. He was built heavily, equally massive with both muscle and fat. His balding head was capped by a wound cloth, and a long beared hung from his smiling jaw. Kopaka and Eon looked at eachother with a mutual sense of skepticism before the Toa of Ice buzzed out a reply.
"At what cost?" Kopaka asked in his signature flat tone. The caravan leader chuckled and shook his head in a knowing manner that Kopaka found more than a little patronizing.
"Cost? No cost. But you know, if you feel inclined, you could help us divvy out these supplies once we reach Nippur." the man chortled, his grinding voice meshing seemlessly with the racket from the rickety wheels on the transport vehicle. Kopaka was intrigued.
"Is that what you do? Deliver goods and supplies to those in need?" Kopaka said quietly, his reverent tone slightly more intense than usual. The swarthy man scrambled down from the carriage with a trademark smile.
"Of course! The Golden Cross makes it their Duty to help those in need. Not sure if you men have heard, but Nippur is still in pretty bad shape after having been sacked. They'll need all the help they can get!" The foreman said with another smile. Despite Kopaka's revulsion at such mirth, Eon could see and hear the biomech's spine whir and click, the biomech's eagerly standing erect.
"Duty you say? To the people?" Kopaka repeated. The man nodded. Without even glancing at Eon, the Toa nodded his head yes. Within a few minutes, the two had taken some surprisingly comfortable seats within the carriage designated for foodstuffs...
It would be remiss of the Toa to give up his hunt for such simple reasons, however. Out respect for Eon and for sheer integrity, it was the least Kopaka could do to take a look around the city. As the two trudged through the slowly warming silt, they began to approach a series of heavily laden carriages, drawn by a pair of oddly shaped rahi of burden. Their solid silouhette was clear against the pale lavender horizon that stretched beyond the desert sunrise. The scant wisps of clouds in the sky picked up muted shades of shadowed fuschia, and the glimmering sun invited everything on the ground to cast long shadows.
A curious sigil was emblazoned on the side of the cart; a golden intersection of two perpendicular lines. It was exocative of the object Eon carried on his back, and Kopaka began to wonder what the importance of this glyph had for human beings. As the pair of Primes approached the front of the caravan, the leader of the troupe called out to Kopaka and Eon.
"Ho there travelers! You look weary! Care for a ride?" the haughty man asked. He was built heavily, equally massive with both muscle and fat. His balding head was capped by a wound cloth, and a long beared hung from his smiling jaw. Kopaka and Eon looked at eachother with a mutual sense of skepticism before the Toa of Ice buzzed out a reply.
"At what cost?" Kopaka asked in his signature flat tone. The caravan leader chuckled and shook his head in a knowing manner that Kopaka found more than a little patronizing.
"Cost? No cost. But you know, if you feel inclined, you could help us divvy out these supplies once we reach Nippur." the man chortled, his grinding voice meshing seemlessly with the racket from the rickety wheels on the transport vehicle. Kopaka was intrigued.
"Is that what you do? Deliver goods and supplies to those in need?" Kopaka said quietly, his reverent tone slightly more intense than usual. The swarthy man scrambled down from the carriage with a trademark smile.
"Of course! The Golden Cross makes it their Duty to help those in need. Not sure if you men have heard, but Nippur is still in pretty bad shape after having been sacked. They'll need all the help they can get!" The foreman said with another smile. Despite Kopaka's revulsion at such mirth, Eon could see and hear the biomech's spine whir and click, the biomech's eagerly standing erect.
"Duty you say? To the people?" Kopaka repeated. The man nodded. Without even glancing at Eon, the Toa nodded his head yes. Within a few minutes, the two had taken some surprisingly comfortable seats within the carriage designated for foodstuffs...
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