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yes I believe that Roodaka was using romance or attraction as part of convincing Vakama. In Xia there are romance-adjacent relationships, marriage, and male-female pairings where the female is dominant, so for her to attempt to "seduce" Vakama and express interest in him is perfectly normal from her standpoint. but is that the culture Vakama comes from? is that what he was responding to? I would say his insecurity in that time really comes from the loss of Lhikan, a mentor who believed in him, and a lack of support from most of his friends.
So what I'm saying is the difference between her expecting him to want to be her romantic partner and him honestly just needing a wise older sister could really have caused issues in the long run. I'm guessing Roodaka has never been Turaga-zoned before. Vakama doesn't even know what a husband is tbh
Possible that Makuta also only understands the concept of Vortixx romance and marriage very vaguely. Roodaka painfully carved a chunk of crystal from his energy prison just to swear by it they would be together again and wear it over her heart, and he's there describing her as his most loyal and vicious henchman. Girl maybe you really should stick with Sidorak or something
Now I'm imagining what Roodaka and Gorast would be like interacting with one another. Since Gorast is ACTUALLY competing with her to be #1 Henchman of the Year...
yes I believe that Roodaka was using romance or attraction as part of convincing Vakama. In Xia there are romance-adjacent relationships, marriage, and male-female pairings where the female is dominant, so for her to attempt to "seduce" Vakama and express interest in him is perfectly normal from her standpoint. but is that the culture Vakama comes from? is that what he was responding to? I would say his insecurity in that time really comes from the loss of Lhikan, a mentor who believed in him, and a lack of support from most of his friends.
So what I'm saying is the difference between her expecting him to want to be her romantic partner and him honestly just needing a wise older sister could really have caused issues in the long run. I'm guessing Roodaka has never been Turaga-zoned before. Vakama doesn't even know what a husband is tbh
Possible that Makuta also only understands the concept of Vortixx romance and marriage very vaguely. Roodaka painfully carved a chunk of crystal from his energy prison just to swear by it they would be together again and wear it over her heart, and he's there describing her as his most loyal and vicious henchman. Girl maybe you really should stick with Sidorak or something
Tahu gasped in a final shock of pain as he pulled the last of Marendar's spines free of his torso, flung it away. Something was dripping on the dirt beneath him. He shuddered and readied himself, clasped a hand to his right side, cauterized it with a sickening flash of heat, then half-collapsed again, heartlight beating rapidly.
No more dripping. He raised himself at last, took a full breath for the first time in days. His mind was still hazy from long pain, but the removal of the suppressing rods made it easier, and he felt his elemental powers returning fully.
Ahead, the shattered husk of the Titan rose in sheer cliff upon sheer cliff, up into the sky. From this vantage, little could be seen of the dismantling efforts that had been started. Part of the head was in view, and one empty gulf of an eye stared straight out into the air. His teleportation had flung him many kio across the planet's surface, but finally he was almost there. And when he arrived....
It wouldn't matter. His powers were useless against the Hunter.
Everything had been.
He shifted gingerly into a sitting position, closed his weary eyes and focused on breathing, thinking. That was the way.
Maybe if he hadn't been alone...It had surprised them all....
He had to get back to New Atero, whatever remained of it at least. Had to find his allies once more. Maybe with the aid of the other Toa Nuva....
But he wasn't a Nuva anymore, was he? The Mask of Life had changed him, reverted him to his former self, in order to better fit him into that blasted Armor. And then the Armor had betrayed him. The memory had replayed a thousand times. He clenched his eyes tighter shut.
They would band together to defeat the threat, like always. Unity was strength. Of course he couldn't have done it on his own, because...because....
Because he was just himself...alone. And alone he was helpless.
Unless...
At his previous speed, it would probably have taken him another two days, maybe three, to round the edge of the mountains. Now he would make better time. He had only to rest here for a little while longer, then move on.
He'd seen no signs of activity, and that worried him. Was it all over, or did the Titan's body simply shield him from the chaos on the other side? Maybe he was too late...as if he could've done anything.
Unless...
No.
But—
No!
His eyes snapped open angrily. He rose to his feet, looked down into the shallow gorge that was sunk into the ground before him.
Down there, something glinted.
Something fizzed, hissed, bubbled down a tiny streambed eaten anew out of the earth. On either side of it, the ground was black, burned away, down to the strange, inert bedrock of the planet, or else the clods and stones that had blocked the way had been changed, grown limbs or wings, and crawled off....
It could do that; he knew from experience: One or the other, and never the same twice.
A rivulet of Silver, oozing from some crack in the Titan's shattered body. And there, further down the gorge, the rivulet twisted and pooled into a depression, before spilling further on. Light shimmered on its mercurial surface.
No Armor...no Nuva....
He glanced over at the broken-off spine of the Hunter, where he'd thrown it. It glinted blackly at him. He dared not even touch it again.
His side throbbed. Another "treatment" might be needed.
Back to the Silver below. A pool just large enough....
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