Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25218347-20170326192601/@comment-26892768-20170329232834

In the main room, another being appears from nowhere.

However, unlike the others, who appeared in a flash of light, this one appears from a collection of shadow - all the natural shadows cast by various people and objects gather in one corner, and then spit out a rather tall being before going back to normal.

He gets up in seconds. The best way to describe him is as if a twister was given a humanoid form - his body is a constantly swirling amalgamate of black and red energy. Various pieces of metal and flesh fly around in there, too, constantly attempting to form some sort of coherent body structure, but getting torn apart whenever it tries. Various circles and hexagons with lines and dots inside them fly around in his body, too, forming lines that look suspiciously like words. The only two things about him that seem to be constant is the aura of negative emotion that seems to radiate from his body and his mask, which is shadowed to the point where one can only make out the general shape - two horns curving downwards, a pointed chin, blades extending from the sides, and eyeholes set in a determined expression, the latter visible due to his glowing red eyes.

Makuta doesn't bother to ask where he is. He simply looks around and then searches through the memories of whoever catches his eye - in this case, Terezi.

Using his Mask of Control, he simply strolls through Terezi's brain, observing her whole life in a matter of seconds. As soon as he's done, more metal and flesh appear in his body, along with words in actual English.

"Hmmm...interesting." His voice echoes, and his tone demands attention and respect. "It would appear that destiny has different plans for me once again. Be thankful, Terezi Pyrope - I am more than willing to join this rebellion."

And so, without bothering to explain anything, Makuta heads for the shooting range. Obviously, his more interesting teammates will be there.