Red masked Matoran arrive and announce the good news of Revolution. Red Flags are placed are every street corner, and Matoran are invited to rejoice in freedom which many do.
Glatorian, Skrall, and Agori in the Metru fall ill.
They are transformed into Elemental Lord-esc beings with Rahi mentality.
Bassalnus watches with bewilderment as an agori of Fire bursts into flame and starts yelling. "...Uh... what...?" "AHHHHHHHH MY ARMS ON FIRE WHYISITONFIRE" Bassalnus' frantic attempts to pull the flames off him strangely only result in the Agori hurtling around.
They are transformed into Elemental Lord-esc beings with Rahi mentality.
Bassalnus watches with bewilderment as an agori of Fire bursts into flame and starts yelling. "...Uh... what...?" "AHHHHHHHH MY ARMS ON FIRE WHYISITONFIRE" Bassalnus' frantic attempts to pull the flames off him strangely only result in the Agori hurtling around.
The agori slowly stops flailing as he realizes he's made of flames and that they aren't hurting him. "Uh, you can-" FLING "-OOF!... Stop now..." The agori looks with irritation at his burnt pack of tools. The tools themselves are perfectly intact, being built to shape glowing hot armor, but the pakc is now mere ash. "So I can set things on fire by touching them...?" Bassalnus scratches his head in bewilderment. "You are made of fire. This is not what agori are suppsoed to be made of."
Bassalnus watches with bewilderment as an agori of Fire bursts into flame and starts yelling. "...Uh... what...?" "AHHHHHHHH MY ARMS ON FIRE WHYISITONFIRE" Bassalnus' frantic attempts to pull the flames off him strangely only result in the Agori hurtling around.
The agori slowly stops flailing as he realizes he's made of flames and that they aren't hurting him. "Uh, you can-" FLING "-OOF!... Stop now..." The agori looks with irritation at his burnt pack of tools. The tools themselves are perfectly intact, being built to shape glowing hot armor, but the pakc is now mere ash. "So I can set things on fire by touching them...?" Bassalnus scratches his head in bewilderment. "You are made of fire. This is not what agori are suppsoed to be made of."
"No. It's not." The agori scoops up his tools and continues his walk hesitantly. "But hey, at least I have superpowers... I think... If being made of fire counts as a superpower..."
The agori slowly stops flailing as he realizes he's made of flames and that they aren't hurting him. "Uh, you can-" FLING "-OOF!... Stop now..." The agori looks with irritation at his burnt pack of tools. The tools themselves are perfectly intact, being built to shape glowing hot armor, but the pakc is now mere ash. "So I can set things on fire by touching them...?" Bassalnus scratches his head in bewilderment. "You are made of fire. This is not what agori are suppsoed to be made of."
"No. It's not." The agori scoops up his tools and continues his walk hesitantly. "But hey, at least I have superpowers... I think... If being made of fire counts as a superpower..."
"Well... If you don't need any help... Have fun being made of fire..." Bassalnus returns to cover of smoke, hiding from the Talinists.