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The Titan's Scar stretched far and wide below the bauble griffin, the little creature craning its head slowly as it looked for any patch of sprouting flora. The griffin flitted lower and faster on a downdraft, getting a closer look at the dark soil below before moving on. If there was any sign of life here, it had been picked clean. With a hum of its wings, the griffin darted on-

A metal claw closed around the animal, and it didn't make a sound. A heldyr - green fur revealing their true ketucari nature - with a prosthetic arm brought the griffin closer to their face, unimpressed. As the verdant biped prodded at the animal's wings, stretching them carefully and watching how they moved, a pale brown ketucari came up behind them, the toa giving a puzzled expression.

"This doesn't seem right," The brown toa grimaced.

"Just because I make it seem effortless doesn't mean you don't actually have to try to hunt," The biped sighed. "I hope I don't have to teach you have to hunt, Nohtos."

"No, Doctor," Nohtos shouted with the force of a salute, rolling his eyes as he hopped off a short ledge away from the other. "Just wondering if you were going to eat that or whittle it."

Doctor Noise Blood waved a hand as Nohtos trotted away from them. Nohtos wished they'd gone anywhere else, there wasn't anything to hunt in the Scar. The soft toa nudged over a log, revealing a darker patch underneath, the log crumbling as it rolled. After some fruitless scratching in the dirt, he continued on, aimlessly ambling down a nearby hill. A cloud of ash washed over Nohtos's face in a sudden rush of wind, and as he shook the ash from his eyes, a shape began to step out of the dust towards him.

"Do you have respect for the dead?" A voice spoke, mismatched eyes echoing out from the dust storm.

Nohtos was fairly certain he was speaking to a ghost, and respectfully nodded. The shape slowly stepped forward, revealing another toa - bright orange, with a braided beard - with his head down and hackles high. Slowly, the other ketucari handed over a bundle of herbs and bait and pointed in a direction that seemed random to Nohtos.

"Get to the Steps. Don't hunt in the Scar. He's already upset," The stranger warned, and darted off towards Noise.

"Send them my way," Nohtos called, and the vivid stranger paused, turned, and with a pitiful look -

Warped.

He just... warped. Two near-mirror images split off from each other where the stranger stood. The ground rumbled, and the orange toa ran, one of his halves looking back at Nohtos.

Nohtos' feet felt like lead as he followed, a thunderclap like a roar following him.

Noise had skinned the griffin when the vivid toa caught up with him, taking notes on the musculature structure of the creature. A sudden flash of light dazed the medic, and the ketucari struck them from behind before Noise even knew what was happening. The biped took a short fall off a scenic ledge, prosthetic rattling as they shifted back into their ketucari form.

"Get out," The vivid toa barked. "He doesn't take kindly to the wasteful."

"Give me my notes," Noise growled, struggling to their feet.

The orange male growled, bit into the doctor's sketchbook, but threw it to them. "GET OUT."

"This is a stupidly polite argument, you know," Noise smirked. The stranger scowled, digging his claws in.

Nohtos saw the two ahead, the bundle of goods in his teeth. The burnt husks of trees behind him were making the sounds of mulch and annihilation. Something in the forest was storming. He wasn't sure if the ground was fully beneath his feet. He couldn't stop. As a glimpse of Noise focused in on his eyes, Nohtos went fully in on a tumble and dropped over the ledge. As he raised his head to look the vivid toa in the eyes, a shadow covered the trio.

Winds whipped the Titan's scar. The ground crumbled and burned around them in ash and coal. The sun left the sky to speak from below. The gift once granted in good will burned in Nohtos's hands. Hyperion spoke from behind the vivid toa, echoing out his mouth and his ghostly brother's mouth.

OUT.

Description

The Titan's Scar stretched far and wide below the bauble griffin, the little creature craning its head slowly as it looked for any patch of sprouting flora. The griffin flitted lower and faster on a downdraft, getting a closer look at the dark soil below before moving on. If there was any sign of life here, it had been picked clean. With a hum of its wings, the griffin darted on-

A metal claw closed around the animal, and it didn't make a sound. A heldyr - green fur revealing their true ketucari nature - with a prosthetic arm brought the griffin closer to their face, unimpressed. As the verdant biped prodded at the animal's wings, stretching them carefully and watching how they moved, a pale brown ketucari came up behind them, the toa giving a puzzled expression.

"This doesn't seem right," The brown toa grimaced.

"Just because I make it seem effortless doesn't mean you don't actually have to try to hunt," The biped sighed. "I hope I don't have to teach you have to hunt, Nohtos."

"No, Doctor," Nohtos shouted with the force of a salute, rolling his eyes as he hopped off a short ledge away from the other. "Just wondering if you were going to eat that or whittle it."

Doctor Noise Blood waved a hand as Nohtos trotted away from them. Nohtos wished they'd gone anywhere else, there wasn't anything to hunt in the Scar. The soft toa nudged over a log, revealing a darker patch underneath, the log crumbling as it rolled. After some fruitless scratching in the dirt, he continued on, aimlessly ambling down a nearby hill. A cloud of ash washed over Nohtos's face in a sudden rush of wind, and as he shook the ash from his eyes, a shape began to step out of the dust towards him.

"Do you have respect for the dead?" A voice spoke, mismatched eyes echoing out from the dust storm.

Nohtos was fairly certain he was speaking to a ghost, and respectfully nodded. The shape slowly stepped forward, revealing another toa - bright orange, with a braided beard - with his head down and hackles high. Slowly, the other ketucari handed over a bundle of herbs and bait and pointed in a direction that seemed random to Nohtos.

"Get to the Steps. Don't hunt in the Scar. He's already upset," The stranger warned, and darted off towards Noise.

"Send them my way," Nohtos called, and the vivid stranger paused, turned, and with a pitiful look -

Warped.

He just... warped. Two near-mirror images split off from each other where the stranger stood. The ground rumbled, and the orange toa ran, one of his halves looking back at Nohtos.

Nohtos' feet felt like lead as he followed, a thunderclap like a roar following him.

Noise had skinned the griffin when the vivid toa caught up with him, taking notes on the musculature structure of the creature. A sudden flash of light dazed the medic, and the ketucari struck them from behind before Noise even knew what was happening. The biped took a short fall off a scenic ledge, prosthetic rattling as they shifted back into their ketucari form.

"Get out," The vivid toa barked. "He doesn't take kindly to the wasteful."

"Give me my notes," Noise growled, struggling to their feet.

The orange male growled, bit into the doctor's sketchbook, but threw it to them. "GET OUT."

"This is a stupidly polite argument, you know," Noise smirked. The stranger scowled, digging his claws in.

Nohtos saw the two ahead, the bundle of goods in his teeth. The burnt husks of trees behind him were making the sounds of mulch and annihilation. Something in the forest was storming. He wasn't sure if the ground was fully beneath his feet. He couldn't stop. As a glimpse of Noise focused in on his eyes, Nohtos went fully in on a tumble and dropped over the ledge. As he raised his head to look the vivid toa in the eyes, a shadow covered the trio.

Winds whipped the Titan's scar. The ground crumbled and burned around them in ash and coal. The sun left the sky to speak from below. The gift once granted in good will burned in Nohtos's hands. Hyperion spoke from behind the vivid toa, echoing out his mouth and his ghostly brother's mouth.

OUT.