The Kanohi was the Legendary Mask of Life. At first, its appearance revitalized their unity. The waters of the Pit had transformed the Barraki into monstrous water-breathers, cursing them to an eternity beneath the waves. This mask, however, had the power to reverse their changes and enable them to escape and reclaim the empires they deserved. But each of the six realized, if only one was able to acquire the mask, he could rule all without the meddling of his five brothers. For now, Mantax was in possession of the coveted artifact. In an hour’s time, the five others would arrive to hear him dictate his terms to relinquish the mask. Preparations had to be made.
“Ranch, cheese dip, or salsa?” Mantax said to himself as he stared at the chip bowl carefully placed on his table. Attached to the chip bowl was two, but not three, smaller valleys designed to hold condiments. “I know Kalmah prefers cheese, but not Pridak. Ehlek hates ranch, and I know the condiments might end up getting mixed together, and then Ehlek won’t want any of it, even if it’s just a little bit. He wouldn’t tell me, though.” Mantax laughed to himself as he reminded himself his spiked brother’s passive-aggressiveness was really just a front hiding his personal insecurities.
“What am I thinking?” Mantax exclaimed with realization, bonking himself in the head lightly with his claw. “Carapar is allergic to cheese!” He put his cheese dip back in the refrigerator, and then filled the two valleys with ranch and salsa. Ehlek would just have to make do.
He then swam over to his radio and turned it on. It was on his personal favorite station, an alternative rock station. The band that got him through middle school was on, playing something from one of their albums before they went mainstream. He bobbed his head as he made sure the chairs were arranged around the table properly. As the song ended, he went back to the radio and tried to decide which station everybody would like. They weren’t ready for his kind of music.
He knew Takadox liked talk shows, but nobody else did. Carapar liked heavy metal, Pridak liked techno, Ehlek liked rap, and Kalmah liked pop. The former warlord finally decided on PIT-FM, a station that he thought didn’t have much of an individual identity, but played a variety of genres.
“Compromise. It’s the core of any successful partnership,” he said with satisfaction. “If only that Matoran village near Stelt understood that, I wouldn’t have had to slaughter them so brutally.” He didn’t have time to reminisce, because his fellow Barraki would be there soon. He was almost done prepping, though. He swam to the fridge and got out his soda, fruit punch, and water, and placed them on the counter with a stack of paper cups. He thought of putting out the champagne, but decided it would be best to save that until the end. Best to not get Ehlek prematurely drunk; nobody wanted to see him try to dance with Gadunka again.
With only minutes until the anticipated arrival, Mantax checked the air freshener. He didn’t get using air fresheners underwater, or electrical outlets, but he didn’t want the other Barraki to remember the time he owned the Mask of Life as the time he wasn’t ready to have guests, so he wasn’t complaining. The air freshener was almost empty, so he threw it out and plugged another in. Just in time, too! Kalmah was just arriving.
Edited by Master Inika, Oct 15 2014 - 10:30 AM.