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« on: October 09, 2008, 05:34:27 pm » |
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IC:
Vaho stood up, his muscles flexing his new powerful body, his mind testing out his now functioning mask of power, the Kanohi Straderna, the mask of distortion. In front of his very eyes, the walls of the cave he was in became a substance that reminded him of lava. Quickly shutting off his mask's power, Vaho stepped back from the wall, facing the light of the outer world. With a simple flex of his left hand, Vaho shot forwards, his iron elemental powers pulling him towards the magnetic field he had created.
"Wow. That was pretty cool."
Looking around, Vaho's eyes searched the land for someone he would recognize, but he couldn't see any matoran or toa around him.
"Might as well get started on finding them then." ...
In another place entirely...
Makuta Ioniga pushed the small orange Fe matoran into the corner of the small prison cell she had been given, using the slightest bit of her power to singe the small plate of armour on the front of his body.
"Never again will you call me a fool, worthless piece of..."
Ioniga turned away, leaving the immense fear she had put into the matoran sink in.
"Never again." ...
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