"Either way, I don't want you in my head... but I absorbed your mask, so you're not going back the way you came. We are two spirits sharing one body. It just so happens that I have an Iden." Without warning, The Mask's spirit and mind was forced out, allowing Decu to once again take up the extra space.
"Either way, I don't want you in my head... but I absorbed your mask, so you're not going back the way you came. We are two spirits sharing one body. It just so happens that I have an Iden." Without warning, The Mask's spirit and mind was forced out, allowing Decu to once again take up the extra space.
"WHOA!"
A spectral mask floats in Decu's line of vision.
The Toa Manas could neither see nor hear the Mask. All he could do was speak. "Find your own body... or even another mask."
In that case, it feels a hand pick it up and it suddenly finds itself in a room, deep within the Stronghold. No powers held it in, nothing for it to adapt to. Simply extremely thick and hard protosteel surrounding it.
A team of robotic scientists enter the room and begin using ZE to attempt to separate the adaption power from the matter it occupies in an attempt to isolate and study the strange phenomenon. The process is, probably, quite painful for the creature.
As the ZE works it's way in, the power fights back, soon flushing it out like unwanted sweat. The creature tenses in pain, despite being merely a tail at the moment.
The ZE continues increases its force exponentially, momentarily overpowering his adaption defenses long enough to separate the power from the creature and incinerate the poor thing, leaving behind the purest form of the adaption energy, which the scientists contain for study.
As the ZE works it's way in, the power fights back, soon flushing it out like unwanted sweat. The creature tenses in pain, despite being merely a tail at the moment.
The ZE continues increases its force exponentially, momentarily overpowering his adaption defenses long enough to separate the power from the creature and incinerate the poor thing, leaving behind the purest form of the adaption energy, which the scientists contain for study.
The energy expands relentlessly, searching for something to adapt. It adapts itself to resist the effects of ZE almost entirely as it seeks matter.
The adaptive energy begins to contort. Each piece of it changes and shifts on an impossibly small scale, seeking to cease being an 'energy', and thus under ZE's effects.
The ZE continues increases its force exponentially, momentarily overpowering his adaption defenses long enough to separate the power from the creature and incinerate the poor thing, leaving behind the purest form of the adaption energy, which the scientists contain for study.
The energy expands relentlessly, searching for something to adapt. It adapts itself to resist the effects of ZE almost entirely as it seeks matter.
The adaptive energy begins to contort. Each piece of it changes and shifts on an impossibly small scale, seeking to cease being an 'energy', and thus under ZE's effects.
Fascinating.
The scientists contain it in a physical jar and look at specimens under microscopes, discerning the attributes of it to try and quantify the source of its power and use it in their own designs.
The energy expands relentlessly, searching for something to adapt. It adapts itself to resist the effects of ZE almost entirely as it seeks matter.
The adaptive energy begins to contort. Each piece of it changes and shifts on an impossibly small scale, seeking to cease being an 'energy', and thus under ZE's effects.
Fascinating.
The scientists contain it in a physical jar and look at specimens under microscopes, discerning the attributes of it to try and quantify the source of its power and use it in their own designs.
The jar rearranges into a glass reptilian creature which stands on two feet. It glares at the scientists and swings it's vicious claws at them. It tears through the microscopes like water as it does so.
The scientists contain it in a physical jar and look at specimens under microscopes, discerning the attributes of it to try and quantify the source of its power and use it in their own designs.
The jar rearranges into a glass reptilian creature which stands on two feet. It glares at the scientists and swings it's vicious claws at them. It tears through the microscopes like water as it does so.
upon attempting to merge with it, the jar suddenly becomes encased in a ZE aura. While the not-energy may be immune to ZE, the matter encased in the aura is not. No matter what the adaption energy tries, the matter simply does not respond to it.
The jar rearranges into a glass reptilian creature which stands on two feet. It glares at the scientists and swings it's vicious claws at them. It tears through the microscopes like water as it does so.
upon attempting to merge with it, the jar suddenly becomes encased in a ZE aura. While the not-energy may be immune to ZE, the matter encased in the aura is not. No matter what the adaption energy tries, the matter simply does not respond to it.
The adaptation makes do with with the air in the jar, arranging it an an infinitesimal scale to twist space and light to repel the ZE. It tries again.
upon attempting to merge with it, the jar suddenly becomes encased in a ZE aura. While the not-energy may be immune to ZE, the matter encased in the aura is not. No matter what the adaption energy tries, the matter simply does not respond to it.
The adaptation makes do with with the air in the jar, arranging it an an infinitesimal scale to twist space and light to repel the ZE. It tries again.
the aura protects itself from teh space-twisting, remaining intact while the energy in the light is absorbed. The scientists take the jar and put it in storage, freezing it to practically absolute zero.
The adaptation makes do with with the air in the jar, arranging it an an infinitesimal scale to twist space and light to repel the ZE. It tries again.
the aura protects itself from teh space-twisting, remaining intact while the energy in the light is absorbed. The scientists take the jar and put it in storage, freezing it to practically absolute zero.
The structure rearranges to assimilate zero point energy instead. Rather than twist the aura away, it now forms a tiny wormhole. The adaptive... essence? Flows through it like air through a popped balloon.
Decu feels a powerful tremor rip through the entire compound as the cannon fires again.
It was loud, but it was almost... comforting. The toa manas wanted to stay and enjoy the sounds of war, however, his curiosity was starting to gain control.
Taking a step back, the Time Dilator now examined his prisoner, chained roughly at the wrists and ankles to the far, metal wall. Unblinking, his sole, crimson eye darted from one fixation to the next, examining them one by one. When he was satisfied, he took one last look at the pathetic traitor, his glare boring into his dead-eyed gaze. Silently mocking him, he turned away, and seemingly vanished into nothingness.
* * *
Silence hung over the small chamber, puncturing every crevice, every corner. An hour went by. Then two. Then many. Eventually, it was broken by a sputtering cough as Voidarix arched forward, heaving as his head hung low, bobbing back and forth with every motion. His body was charred and broken, the bright purple hue that normally emanated from it now a pitch black, matching the now defunct gears and pistons within him. Chaining him up seemed to have no purpose other than humiliation, given the nonexistent state of any real, remaining mechanics in his limbs.
After taking in a deep breath, Voidarix tried to open his eyes. He found he couldn't. Completely shattered, his visor was now nothing more than a piece of colored glass, devoid of any real purpose now. He tried turning his head. Apparently, arching forward was the only action his neck could do now. Left with no options, all he could do in his motionless, lightless prison was think. And dream. And dream he did.
* * *
Confused, he whirled about. He was in a large, oblong room. Its walls were made up of millions of organic fibers, randomly colored a mixture of bright red and blue. Its colors were ever-shifting, the splotches of color moving from tendon to tendon like a cloud in a gust of wind.
Eyes narrowing... he suddenly realized he had actual eyes to narrow. Eyes now going wide, he lowered his gaze. Looking down at his hand, it was not the mechanical hand of a robot, but the armored hand of a makuta. Casting a massive shadow over him, he looked back to see his wings yet again unfurled, like twin barriers hovering atop him.
Grinning, he leapt forwards, covering a quarter of the room in a moment. Landing on the outskirts of the room gently, his gaze looking over the mysterious, spindly structures surrounding it. Up close, they were wrapped in a foggy haze that constantly sparkled with orange specks. Curious, he leaned forwards.
Something stared back.
Upside down, Voidarix's own face emerged from between the tendons, but it was different. It's mouth was stretched impossibly wide in a sinister grin, with teeth impossibly sharp making a zig-zag across its gaping maw. Its eyes were but black holes, an empty void.
Before Voidarix could react, his doppleganger launched forwards, its mouth letting loose a hideous sound, as if thousands of voices were laughing at once. It emerged from the shadows, growing in size until it's head reached the ceiling. Like its head, its entire body was deformed. Its head hang upside down from a neck almost as long as its entire torso, which itself was contorted into an unnatural position and stretched impossibly long. From where its arms and legs should have been, long, spindly legs drove into the earth, their form looking to be more at home on a spider than a humanoid. It's jaws gaped open, strings of saliva forming between its two parts.
It laughed again, a twinkling, high-pitched noise that belonged in a madhouse. Its soulless eyes glimmered, looking down at Voidarix with a mixture of glee and... hunger.
In disbelief, Voidarix looked up at the creature, taking a careful step backwards. It did not go unnoticed.
Cocking its head to the side, the freak of nature spoke, its voice still having the sounds of thousands overlapping, "I love it when they run. Run please. Please? Please? Please? Ple..."
It continued nonstop, repeating the same word over and over.
A sense of unease building up in Voidarix, he lowered himself into an offensive stance. Performing an action as familiar as saying his own name, he formed a weapon in each hand. Except, nothing came. Calling upon shadow, he tried again. Still, no powers came to him. Unease growing into fear, he took another step back.
But there was nothing where his foot landed. He fell backwards, diving into a black nothingness that consumed him. Even as his view into the room grew smaller and smaller, the beast grew. Powerless, Voidarix watched powerlessly as it became one with the room as he became but a speck in existence.
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the aura protects itself from teh space-twisting, remaining intact while the energy in the light is absorbed. The scientists take the jar and put it in storage, freezing it to practically absolute zero.
The structure rearranges to assimilate zero point energy instead. Rather than twist the aura away, it now forms a tiny wormhole. The adaptive... essence? Flows through it like air through a popped balloon.
The Time Dilator studies it as it tries to do this. When it tries this, he instead has the soldiers shut down the wormhole.
For the next few thousand years- less than a microsecond in realtime- he studies it. When he's satisfied, he then has the stronghold teleport the disgusting creature into the sun.
