Posted Oct 18 2011 - 11:10 PM
VakamaTK's Comics: The Studio
The group now cast their eyes about for VakamaTK, but he was nowhere to be found--meaning he had surely been hit. They instead set their eyes on the figure of Jack the Magic Pirate, who stood smugly by the gaping hole in the wall he had come through, a smile on his face.
As their attention was on the pirate, they did not notice when part of the pool began to ripple, nor when a hand reached out. They also did not notice when it found a grip and was joined by another hand.
The hands, followed by arms, found purchase on the edge of the pool and began to hoist out the body that was attached to them--at this point, one Matoran did notice what was happening.
Upon seeing what was coming out of the Energized Protodermis, Gavla's eyes widened. He couldn't believe what he was seeing at first, but then he found the words. "He...he's alive!" he stammered.
The others around him immediately turned their attention away from Jack to see what Gavla was talking about.
Jack noticed this change in focus, as well as Gavla's words. "Alive?" he said to himself. "He can't be alive. That was Energized Protodermis. I studied that for months; he's sure to have died. The chances are against him!"
Nevertheless, the idea of his arch enemy not, as he had hoped and tried to bring about, being dead, was not a good one. And since there wasn't really anything worse that could happen by simply turning around, that is exactly what he did.
What he saw standing by the pool looked completely unfamiliar, yet somehow it seemed as if he had seen it before. His instincts somehow told him that this being was VakamaTK. Sure, there wasn't anyone else to climb out of the pool, but somehow or other that logic didn't match up with that instinct.
Whoever the being was, he carried a dangerous-looking red sword, and his eyes narrowed when he noticed the pirate.
Naturally, Jack muttered a quick apology and ran back to his castle as fast as his legs could carry him.
VakamaTK was having a strange day. He had gotten up and played Super Smash Bros. for a while with his friends, and then the power went out. He went to investigate, and found Jack the Magic Pirate with some kind of cement mixer. The pirate pushed a button on the mixer, and silver liquid shot out.
He was instantly submerged, a fact that wasn't good in itself because he did not know how to swim. Somehow, though, he reached up and found a handhold on the edge of the floor--how was it that he had to reach up to get the the floor?--and pulled himself to dry land.
Now, all of that would have seemed normal--it would not surprise him if Jack tried to drown him--except after climbing out, everyone began to look at him as if he were some kind of alien or Rahi. Jack even left the building, vanishing out the hole he had blasted in the wall.
Confused, VakamaTK turned back to his friends. He noticed they were standing beyond a broken wall, and the pool of substance was housed in a trench between him and his friends, which flowed down past them.
Bladeran spoke up. "Are you VakamaTK?" he asked. He seemed unsure for some reason, for that seemed to be an obvious question.
"Of course I'm VakamaTK!" VakamaTK exclaimed, exasperated that his friend would ask such a stupid question. "What kind of question is that?"
In response, it seemed, The Seeker hovered across the trench, stopping in front of VakamaTK. He held out a gold-armored hand, and a ball of energy was generated in between the two Matoran. A hazy picture swam into the energy, and after a few seconds it sharpened.
It was a red-and-black Matoran, with a mask that appeared to be a fusion of the Great Huna, the Kakama, and the Hau. He held a red sword in his right hand.
At first VakamaTK wondered why he was being shown this Matoran, then he noticed what he was holding in his left hand--a red sword, identical to the one held by the Matoran. Not only that, but now that he took the time to look, all of his armor was unfamiliar.
He looked back up, into the mirror The Seeker had generated.
At a loss for words, he stammered, "But...but how did I change? I didn't feel a thing!"
The Seeker let the mirror dissipate, for its purpose had been fulfilled. "I believe I have an explanation," he said, "and if you accompany me outside I will tell you what I think."
Slamming the door behind him, Jack the Magic Pirate panted, having sprinted all the way back home.
Years of work, and all for nothing. He had been sure that VakamaTK would be killed by the Energized Protodermis, but against all odds his enemy had survived.
It was beyond disastrous. Jack fumed and mused as he wandered the halls and passages of his castle, ranting all the while.
This so preoccupied him that when he realized it was time for dinner, he also realized he had no idea where he was. He was in a completely unfamiliar area of his castle, which wasn't uncommon as he had spent more time plotting in a few rooms than exploring.
Just before he was going to turn around to retrace his steps, he noticed that the stone he had just stepped on was sinking. And not just that--he heard a grinding noise as well, emanating from under the floor. He followed the noise to the nearby wall, and to his surprise saw a section of it moving aside, revealing an opening of some kind.
The opening was big enough to walk through, so he made his way to it. But as he stepped off the stone on the floor, it came back up, and the opening closed.
The grin faded from Jack's face as quickly and entirely as if it had never been there, replaced by an expression of anger.
"Now, wait," Jack told himself, forcing a calm to go over his mind, "there has to be a rational solution to this; getting angry won't help."
This calm lasted about seven seconds.
Jack jumped around like a wild beast, pounding his feet on the formerly sinking stone in some kind of villainous tantrum.
Unfortunately he was not very good at these tantrums, and he slipped and fell down. Upon rolling over onto his back, he noticed something strange on the ceiling--a stone with no mortar around it, just as the one he had been stomping on had no mortar. Even more curious, it was positioned directly above the other stone, and appeared to be the same size.
"It's the weight trigger..." Jack mused, "But how do I get it to come down?"
Hurriedly, he cast his eyes around the passageway. Some areas were hidden by cobwebs, but he dismissed those because he did not like the idea of sticking his hand into one of those.
Then he saw it. A battered picture of Makuta Teridax, with holes, scratches, and burn marks in places. Whoever had lived in the castle before must surely have despised him.
It seemed too predictable that the trigger would be hidden behind a portrait. Which was exactly why Jack thought it deserved to be given a shot.
He ripped the picture off the wall, hurling it across the room somewhere; he didn't care what happened to it. "Aha!" he yelled in triumph, for there was indeed a hole behind the image of Teridax.
In the hole hung a rope pulley tied to a hook. Jack unsheathed his sword, slashing at the rope--he had never been good with knots.
Behind him, he heard a thud. Turning around, he saw that a large stone block--precisely the one he had noticed earlier; it also had a rope attached to the top of it--had fallen from the ceiling onto the floor stone.
It began to sink, pressing down the weight-sensitive stone. The grinding began anew, and the opening manifested itself once more. This time, however, the stone went down much deeper under the pressure of the weight, and the opening was much wider. Inside, an unwinding spiral staircase was visible.
At last, the grinding stopped. The top of the ceiling stone was level with the floor now, which was saying something since it had been about two bios tall.
Jack was now free to explore the secret passage. What was important enough to be hidden in such a manner? Surely it was something owned by the original inhabitant of the castle, someone who evidently had vacated it long previously.
These questions ran through his mind as he climbed the spiral staircase, getting closer to the answers he sought.
Chin Beach, Hapori Nui (Or at least it will be)
Flashing colors, the sense of falling and spinning at the same time, a very uncomfortable feeling that his molecules were tired of being together in one form...
So this is what it felt like to teleport.
VakamaTK hadn't had much of a chance to mentally prepare himself for this in the five seconds after The Seeker told him what he was going to do.
But he was glad even for that late of a warning, or he surely would have been going out of his mind right now.
At last, just before he thought he was going to get sick from all the spinning and falling, things suddenly returned to normal.
And he fell on his face in the sand.
The Seeker helped him up. "That reaction is normal for beginners," he explained. "Gravity comes on you so fast that you are not prepared for it. It took me a while to get used to that."
Now this was strange. Had The Seeker brought him here to tell about his past? He looked around, trying to figure out where they were. A vast ocean lay to the west, and in the opposite direction the ground sloped up, and comic studios were visible in the distance.
"But now is not the time to talk about the past..." the ancient being continued, "...or at least, not mine."
He looked VakamaTK right in the eye. VakamaTK looked back, into the deep golden eyes that looked as if they held more secrets than there were in the entire universe.
"One of my powers," The Seeker said, "is the ability to sense when something transforms in Energized Protodermis.
"I am unsure how well this explanation will do, but I shall try. When the Energized Protodermis comes into contact with another substance, there is a chemical reaction. I can feel this reaction take place. When something is destroyed, it feels...it feels..." he paused, looking for the right simile, "it feels like an ice cube being pressed against a piece of hot metal. The substance is rapidly eaten away, just as the ice rapidly becomes a liquid. No trace of the original substance is left with the Energized Protodermis, though.
"But when something transforms, the Energized Protodermis... goes into the substance. They merge together. In this case, there is no trace of the Energized Protodermis. Well, almost no trace.
"You see, every living thing has a sort of unique identification code... a signature, if you will. When Energized Protodermis transforms a living thing, the signature is always altered. Not dramatically; that would lead to the subject becoming a completely different person, and though that can happen, it is no more likely than any other transformation the Energized Protodermis causes.
"No, the way that the signature is altered is as if a note is taped to it saying, 'This person has been transformed by Energized Protodermis.' Which is why your experience today intrigued me."
"Uh...why is that?" VakamaTK asked.
"I felt no change in your signature."
VakamaTK's eyes widened.
"Not only that, but I felt no change. I did feel your armor being eaten away, but that would have caused you immense pain and possibly death."
VakamaTK's eyes widened wider.
"But you did not die, obviously. That is because there was another set of armor under the first. This is very odd, as I would have sensed that. And when I reach my senses out to it, it feels as if it has been there for years and years. And this armor is not the armor of a Metru Nui Matoran."
VakamaTK's eyes widened yet wider, and he realized he had to get control over his eyelid muscles or his eyes could pop right out of his head. "So I'm not from Metru Nui?" he asked incredulously.
"I am afraid not. Evidently you were transferred there from a different island, and given a disguise so good that not even one as powerful as me could see through it. Even now I am noticing more things about you--you do not appear to be made the same way as Matoran from this universe, and are even made of a different material.
"As for your former island, I suggest you put it out of your mind. Sometimes islands get unstable or hazardous, and the residents have to be relocated for their own safety, their memories removed. It seems likely that this is the case with you. I know you may still be curious, but you have nothing to gain from learning about your past--you already have quite a prosperous life comic making, don't you?"
VakamaTK said nothing, only gazed out into the sea, where the sun was setting. Somewhere out there could be his home, the place he came from.
He reflected over his comic making experiences, unfortunately letting the rest of The Seeker's words slide into the depths of his mind.
Sure, comic making had been a fun experience overall, but the guest stars, deadlines, the guest stars...the deadlines...
What if he had a new life? Sure, he could still make comics, but he could have another occupation as well. Nothing else on the Comic Land seemed worthwhile; as the name of the island suggested, there was really only one profitable industry.
But if he found his home island... he could get a new life. Perhaps the other people there missed him. He could potentially be welcomed back with open arms.
He then made a decision. Tomorrow, he would gather his characters and friends, set sail, and just explore the world. He didn't know if he would recognize his home island, but at least he would have a possibility of reaching it, albeit a small one. He would have to keep The Seeker from finding out, however.
He turned back to The Seeker, ready to teleport back to the studio. Ready for tomorrow. Ready to go home.
A few days later, he was ready to lock himself in a room with rabid guest stars rather than be where he was. But that's getting ahead of things.
See the review topic post for my comments.
Edited by Tavakai, Oct 18 2011 - 11:22 PM.