The Convocation Hall

"I suppose the world over saw Destral and viewed us as masters of the universe. That was only once the case."

She shrugs. "Personal information is not what I am even authorized to collect. I need information about you, The Composer, this Pain, and the one they call The Uncomposer as well as The Voidwalker. The Archvies must have data. They had none on The Uncreator, and only a name on yours."

She smiles a little.

"I think we both know that our clones would attempt to murder and replace us."

Vibris sighs.
"Mine wouldn't. Unlike some, I hold true to the principles of the Brotherhood."

OOC: Shut up, it was 3 am when I posted that.

IC: "We know what you are capable of. We know what all of your kin are capable of. Your abilities..do they differ much among you? Hardlight seems to be the only thing you lot can use." She floats upwards, to match his eye level. "We are well aware of what you had done in that other dimension. The power level blew our scientists away. What was that?" She demands. "Your brother and father, for lack of better terms, were most unhelpful. You are the one the Pantheon favors the most. Please comply."

She sighs. "Any form of information I can gather, is the information I seek. That in itself makes it more difficult to answer your question. Your kind is more capable? Care to elaborate on that?"

She raises an eyebrow. "My designated goal is to observe, but my goal is also to terraform. I am not authorized to pry information, but Observer 7 is authorized, can, and will if need be it."



She leans closer. "You underestimate the Observers. You underestimate the Pantheon. You speak of gods? Your kind are pitiful. Calling yourselves gods. Claiming dominion. Proclaiming to be divinities!" She sneers. "But I digress. I have gathered all I am authorized to obtain. You have obtained the favor of the Pantheon, over your kin." She smiles, her eyes blazing like fire. "Perhaps I will not have to call in Observer 7. He would have no hesitation in shattering the walls of your mind."



She smiles, turning to the Makuta with a laugh. "So haughty, so self-important. They think they are destined for greatness. Perhaps they are, perhaps they are not. I am not the Oracle." She smiles sadly, turning to The Anonymous.



"I wish you luck in your endeavors. Winds of change are coming..Pray you do not get caught in the crossfire.." She says sadly. Her body begins to dissolve into dust, which with a breeze, is swept away.

Dyrion growls at the lack of action and tries to leave. A heavy application of Slow prevents.

Zeytran walks in, his thin lithe form seemingly frail. The Toa Kahagah, his Hagah team, file in behind him.