05-04-2016, 08:04 PM
The carriage bounced with a softness against the Dunes. The smells of herbs, spices and dried meats and provisions filled Eon's nose. He took some comfort in knowing his companion wasn't so quick to turn down a helping hand. Eon sat next to the biomech, both deep in thought. The two had barely even shared a glance at each other when the caravan had rolled past.
Last night was the first time Eon had gotten any sleep in the Omniverse. Truth be told, a small part of him was worried that if he fell asleep he'd wake up in Hell. That the Omniverse was nothing but the purgatorial void between Life, Heaven and Hell... He was content to find that his theory was not true.
While he slept he dreamt, of the darkness he had floated in when he first saw Omni. It was cold, but not deathly... it was dark, but not blindly... He would gasp for breath but then realize he did not need it... Omni just hovered before him, with his mocking grin. A silhouette where there was no light. Eon reached out to grab him, but the darkness tethered around his limbs. Suddenly the weight of his own Cross began to work against him... and then the tendrils drug him down into the depths of its dark abyss, as even Omni's shit eating grin faded in the distance... then within the black, three lights appeared. Glowing Blue eyes gave way to the form of the Toa of Ice, as an unseen force pulled Eon from the void. All at once he was back in the Dunes, Kopaka standing in front of him with Eon's Cross on his back.
With that Eon came too, the Bionicle patiently waiting for the Plant to gather his belongings and continue on their travels. Then this 'Golden Cross' was upon them, offering passage to Nippur.
Eon might have been a little more skeptic than even his cautious colleague. As Kopaka spoke with the caravan's leader, Eon surveyed the rest of the folks with the convoy. Not that he could really tell the difference yet, but he got the feeling they were all Seconds. For whatever reason, Seconds made the Plant feel somewhat uncomfortable. Since he had arrived here in the Omniverse, Eon had only one encounter with a truly friendly Second. Though that was only a partial reasoning to his distress.
It had really blossomed last night, while Eon and Kopaka rested, telling the other a bit about themselves to pass the time. Eon had been mulling over the concept of his own 'heritage', if you will, and what a Plant was. The people he had wanted to protect and save had basically imprisoned his kind for their own well being. Did they know what they did? Or was Eon the outcome of pure chance? Regardless of the truth, Eon's apprehension towards his own personal discovery was slowly manifesting towards Seconds. In the Omniverse, Primes were no different than his own kind, Plants, and though they're much more powerful than any Second, it was the ratio that gave him slight concern. What if one day Seconds rose up and imprisoned Primes the way the people of Gunsmoke imprisoned Plants?
"ridiculous..." Eon whispered to himself, to develope such an audacious conclusion from nothing but his own fear and confusion was ridiculous. He had only been here a little over a week and only seen the other side of one Gate.
With that Eon followed Kopaka into the carriage and took an adjacent seat.
The Toa of Ice sought a Prime, for crimes against the Empire. Heaven's Last Angel sought a purpose, clarity.
"Woahhhh!!" The caravan's leader shouted out as the convoy came to a slow halt, "You fellas ready to see the once great city??" He chuckled after, though purely for joviality's sake. The city still suffering from the sack was clear.
Eon and Kopaka exited the carriage... would they find what they were after?
Last night was the first time Eon had gotten any sleep in the Omniverse. Truth be told, a small part of him was worried that if he fell asleep he'd wake up in Hell. That the Omniverse was nothing but the purgatorial void between Life, Heaven and Hell... He was content to find that his theory was not true.
While he slept he dreamt, of the darkness he had floated in when he first saw Omni. It was cold, but not deathly... it was dark, but not blindly... He would gasp for breath but then realize he did not need it... Omni just hovered before him, with his mocking grin. A silhouette where there was no light. Eon reached out to grab him, but the darkness tethered around his limbs. Suddenly the weight of his own Cross began to work against him... and then the tendrils drug him down into the depths of its dark abyss, as even Omni's shit eating grin faded in the distance... then within the black, three lights appeared. Glowing Blue eyes gave way to the form of the Toa of Ice, as an unseen force pulled Eon from the void. All at once he was back in the Dunes, Kopaka standing in front of him with Eon's Cross on his back.
With that Eon came too, the Bionicle patiently waiting for the Plant to gather his belongings and continue on their travels. Then this 'Golden Cross' was upon them, offering passage to Nippur.
Eon might have been a little more skeptic than even his cautious colleague. As Kopaka spoke with the caravan's leader, Eon surveyed the rest of the folks with the convoy. Not that he could really tell the difference yet, but he got the feeling they were all Seconds. For whatever reason, Seconds made the Plant feel somewhat uncomfortable. Since he had arrived here in the Omniverse, Eon had only one encounter with a truly friendly Second. Though that was only a partial reasoning to his distress.
It had really blossomed last night, while Eon and Kopaka rested, telling the other a bit about themselves to pass the time. Eon had been mulling over the concept of his own 'heritage', if you will, and what a Plant was. The people he had wanted to protect and save had basically imprisoned his kind for their own well being. Did they know what they did? Or was Eon the outcome of pure chance? Regardless of the truth, Eon's apprehension towards his own personal discovery was slowly manifesting towards Seconds. In the Omniverse, Primes were no different than his own kind, Plants, and though they're much more powerful than any Second, it was the ratio that gave him slight concern. What if one day Seconds rose up and imprisoned Primes the way the people of Gunsmoke imprisoned Plants?
"ridiculous..." Eon whispered to himself, to develope such an audacious conclusion from nothing but his own fear and confusion was ridiculous. He had only been here a little over a week and only seen the other side of one Gate.
With that Eon followed Kopaka into the carriage and took an adjacent seat.
The Toa of Ice sought a Prime, for crimes against the Empire. Heaven's Last Angel sought a purpose, clarity.
"Woahhhh!!" The caravan's leader shouted out as the convoy came to a slow halt, "You fellas ready to see the once great city??" He chuckled after, though purely for joviality's sake. The city still suffering from the sack was clear.
Eon and Kopaka exited the carriage... would they find what they were after?
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