Post by Kirathel on Sept 26, 2017 9:24:53 GMT -6
IC: Sylah shrugs awkwardly, scratching at an imaginary itch. "Well. I want to try...we're...friends, after all. Right?"
She looked at the wall, going silent for a moment. The Toa hisses quietly then, eyes sparking. "Besides, I can't...I can't sense him as I could before. If nothing else...I want to know what happened to him."
IC: The Fire Toa nods and spreads their arms. Their armor is plain, painfully so, and built in a nondescript, ordinary, unsuspicious manner.
"I mean, I prefer New Atero and the Cities to the Wastes, but here....here it's...so calm. Empty."
"I doubt anything will come up, but I guess you're welcome to try, at least..."
IC: Advena looks in the direction of New Atero, her expression hidden underneath her sand-covered helmet.
She nods, saying nothing.
Now that she thought about it, it was clear the trace-vision power was endemic to her old, biological form more than this artificial/soul body. It was only a matter of time before she lost it completely. But, Mata Nui willing, it might help her one last time.
She attempted to scan the area, head turning back and forth as the Vo-Toa suddenly cloaks herself in shadows and vanishes, reappearing on the building's roof. She looks around, from horizon to horizon.
Hundreds of dim trails flicker in the air.
If only she could find the one...
IC: The Fire Toa approaches Advena, and something seems off about them. The gait is all wrong, sort of shuffling in a manner a humanoid should not be able to accomplish easily. It becomes more apparent the closer the Toa gets to her.
And something....something about the edges of the Toa's armor...it's like looking at a picture from the corner of your eye. Like it's only half finished, but when you look directly at it, it gives the illusion of being finished.
"Why are you out here so late? Don't all Toa have some-"
The Fire Toa coughs, and smirks. "-some patriotic duty to wander around the Cities looking for something to defend?"