They Su-matoran and fire-tribe agori who choose not to devote themselves to discovery and science gather here, looking inwardly to their hearts. They do not worship the sun, for such folly is maddness, instead they learn from it, namely the principle of passion. They strive to be sources of comfort and light to all those around them. They are not scholars, they are just willing to help life grow in this world.
Cenisa Psionically senses the unusually concentrated evil intent of these beings and flies over to investigate. When she realises what is happening she telekinetically takes hold of the Shadow Leeches and flings them into space. She then moves to confront the Kra-Matoran.
Cenisa Psionically senses the unusually concentrated evil intent of these beings and flies over to investigate. When she realises what is happening she telekinetically takes hold of the Shadow Leeches and flings them into space. She then moves to confront the Kra-Matoran.
Cenisa Psionically senses the unusually concentrated evil intent of these beings and flies over to investigate. When she realises what is happening she telekinetically takes hold of the Shadow Leeches and flings them into space. She then moves to confront the Kra-Matoran.
IC: They try to flee.
Each one of them finds themselves telekinetically enclosed. Cenisa begins examining the mind of one of the Matoran to learn about their past.
Each one of them finds themselves telekinetically enclosed. Cenisa begins examining the mind of one of the Matoran to learn about their past.
Happy matoran, very nice, much gooness. Happy-matoran want show kindness, and has passion to do kind. Much like Solis, no?
...Then the shadow leech made contact, draining all the little guy's moral light. Suddenly, he felt almost free, free from moral laws that seemingly bound him. Now he is compelled to free more people, but only so that they don't threaten his moral freedom.
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.
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.
Few of these matoran actually do rejoice, and many seem discontent with the Revolution as it may hinder those they wish to show kindness.
Outside, however, the celebration takes place. These matoran -like the Sand agori and the rest of the city- believe that the Red Army was responsible for freeing them from moral shadow.
Azouk places a reassuring hand on the cage holding his firey friend, trying to comfort the primal sentient blaze. "I'm sorry this happened to you, brother Ruan. It isn't fair, none of this is fair!" He looks outside the temple, seeing streets being evacuated out of fear for the Red Army and the raging flames parading up and down each block. "It was hardly even a day after our moral shadow was removed when that monster who calls himself a liberator established his tyrannical rule through rebellion, and now this virus? I just can't accept it! Why is the universe against us? What did we ever do wrong?"
Azouk places a reassuring hand on the cage holding his firey friend, trying to comfort the primal sentient blaze. "I'm sorry this happened to you, brother Ruan. It isn't fair, none of this is fair!" He looks outside the temple, seeing streets being evacuated out of fear for the Red Army and the raging flames parading up and down each block. "It was hardly even a day after our moral shadow was removed when that monster who calls himself a liberator established his tyrannical rule through rebellion, and now this virus? I just can't accept it! Why is the universe against us? What did we ever do wrong?"
A small field of energy similar to rhotuka wraps around Azouk and Ruan.
The firey agori shrieks and burns his way through the cage.
"Wait! Come back!" Azouk chases after him, breathing heavily, but perfectly.
Azouk places a reassuring hand on the cage holding his firey friend, trying to comfort the primal sentient blaze. "I'm sorry this happened to you, brother Ruan. It isn't fair, none of this is fair!" He looks outside the temple, seeing streets being evacuated out of fear for the Red Army and the raging flames parading up and down each block. "It was hardly even a day after our moral shadow was removed when that monster who calls himself a liberator established his tyrannical rule through rebellion, and now this virus? I just can't accept it! Why is the universe against us? What did we ever do wrong?"
A small field of energy similar to rhotuka wraps around Azouk and Ruan.
The firey agori shrieks and burns his way through the cage.
"Wait! Come back!" Azouk chases after him, breathing heavily, but perfectly.
...
The matoran lunges forward in one final attempt to catch his confused friend, getting burned in the process.