Phantoms decide that those little rubbery things that I forgot the name of are tasty.....
If any matoran are actually stopped by the phantoms, and in turn the shadow leeches are touched by the phantoms, the phantoms find their moral light drained regardless of any intangibility.
I would like to remind all parties that, as strange as it sounds, only Shadow-aligned people would even live here.
Mig and Nius got extremely lost
"Are you... lost?" I asked, noting that they too were not from around here. They can hear me, but they cannot see where my voice came from; My powers over shadow can assure that.
If any matoran are actually stopped by the phantoms, and in turn the shadow leeches are touched by the phantoms, the phantoms find their moral light drained regardless of any intangibility.
60% ...70%
80% ...90%!
99.8%!!!
The matoran previously affiliated with shadow are now completely devoid of moral light. Rahi-dung, I'm out of Shadow leeches...
"Are you... lost?" I asked, noting that they too were not from around here. They can hear me, but they cannot see where my voice came from; My powers over shadow can assure that.
"Are you... lost?" I asked, noting that they too were not from around here. They can hear me, but they cannot see where my voice came from; My powers over shadow can assure that.
"uhh" "we aren't sure" "I guess"
"We can help you..." Their shadows take on three dimensions (kepler style!) and begin walking in one direction.
The Vahki fire a disk of freezing at a speeding car sending it skidding into a row of trashcans...
"No clue, wait are you Nikan?"
OOC: Since when does a complete moral light purge induce the urge to drive cars above speed limit? Everybody does that... And ya know? Moral shadow isn't exactly an uncommon occurrence in this area.
IC: Now, it was time for me to move on... this metru was shady to begin with, and it's residents had access to weapons in one way or another, so no one would notice when they took up arms... Using a vial of Krakarda's old antidermis and my adaptive armor, I was able to manipulate it to my will, procuring shadow leeches that never died upon draining ones moral light. It was time to share this discovery with the Ce-matoran.
The Vahki fire a disk of freezing at a speeding car sending it skidding into a row of trashcans...
"No clue, wait are you Nikan?"
OOC: Since when does a complete moral light purge induce the urge to drive cars above speed limit? Everybody does that... And ya know? Moral shadow isn't exactly an uncommon occurrence in this area.
IC: Now, it was time for me to move on... this metru was shady to begin with, and it's residents had access to weapons in one way or another, so no one would notice when they took up arms... Using a vial of Krakarda's old antidermis and my adaptive armor, I was able to manipulate it to my will, procuring shadow leeches that never died upon draining ones moral light. It was time to share this discovery with the Ce-matoran.
OOC: Cars with phantoms driving them drive crazy...
IC: "Yes, that's me I think." Nikan sends a burst of lightening shorting out a crazy ATM.
OOC: Since when does a complete moral light purge induce the urge to drive cars above speed limit? Everybody does that... And ya know? Moral shadow isn't exactly an uncommon occurrence in this area.
IC: Now, it was time for me to move on... this metru was shady to begin with, and it's residents had access to weapons in one way or another, so no one would notice when they took up arms... Using a vial of Krakarda's old antidermis and my adaptive armor, I was able to manipulate it to my will, procuring shadow leeches that never died upon draining ones moral light. It was time to share this discovery with the Ce-matoran.
OOC: Cars with phantoms driving them drive crazy...
IC: "Yes, that's me I think." Nikan sends a burst of lightening shorting out a crazy ATM.
IC: "Great, some people have been looking for you." The Vahki shoot a runway trashcan with a teleports disk.
Chaos reigns supreme ad the shadow affiliated phantoms become smarter and more cunning and organized attacks on the Matoran are made with runway cars, malfunctioning street lights, and other bits of tech.