Ruler of Melodia

Hina’s mushrooms disappear. “Now now… don’t be so irritated. We’re all pawns to our fates here.” She then noticed her being boring. “Geez… seems we have one thing in common… we HATE me getting boring. I easily get bored of my personalities. Like I REALLY just got bored of my… ‘personality of getting easily bored.’ She then started to walk away. ‘Guess getting bored and irritated is not your noisy style huh? Can’t say much with you being hopelessly bored.” She stopped and turned around. “But once you get to experience my despair… there is no turning back.” She waved in a shoo-shoo matter as well and continued walking

   Gargan had already turned his back on her. Her words going in one ear right out the other. Really, if he wasn’t interesting in something, he would just ignore all words. Even occasionally killing them if they wouldn’t shut up. 

But despite the negative response, the Ork still looks at his armour, as if he’s just some metal construction for him to salvage.

“Why not? Ye coulda use some big shootas at least. Loike right ‘ere!”

He then scratches the armour on Gargan’s torso, most likely in an attempt to mark a cross on him.

   “I said don’t touch!” he snapped. Rocket shoes took off, letting him over in the air to get away from the man. He could have just killed him. But it was instinct that took part to get away from the other.

     Gargan did NOT like to be touched, at ALL. Only HE could touch someone, and that was only to turn one into a noizoid if they weren’t strong in the heart.

“Oh… It looks awful. I hope you’ll find him. Except for killing him, he didn’t something wrong… I guess.”

‘’Sooooo, what happened to my old me? I mean, that Tempo… you killed or converted him a noizoid…’’

“What to do?” Hina’s expression turns bored with mushrooms sticking out her hair. “Well… I can try to kick you off. Not literally. But let’s be simple. As long as you rule here, things will start to get boring. It usually happens all the time. And eventually in about a bunch of years I can’t count… your race will somehow get boring. Just like how I got bored of my own kind. It sucks… even when there is someone out there that waves the weapon that could end you… he will also be boring.” She takes out her staff which glowed a dark shade of purple, “Oh look… even my legendary staff gets bored. So I guess fighting the King of Noizodia will also be boring….”

“Huh. Maybe ‘dat’s why yer name is Gargant, ‘den. Because ye’z got lotsa powa!”

The Mekboss takes a good look at Gargan(t), tilting his rather mangled head upwards. “Maybe ye need a few modifih… modifuh… kustom bits. Ye, loike a Boomin’ kannon or a rattlin’ gun.”

    “It’s GARGAN! Not GARGANT! But I do have power. But I don’t need any custome parts or anything! So don’t even THINK about TOUCHING me with ANYTHING!”

“N-No, I don’t want your hand!… ” Tempo said in a nervously mood. “But sorry for try to fight you… That was the reason of why I asked you for stay in your hand. It’s difficult talk when you are giant and I’m small(Like always.). ”

    “Oh,I thought you wanted a hand shake or something stupid like that. I will ignore your earlier attempt to attack me. After all, it didn’t do anything,” he said with a heavy shrug. 

Tempo raised an eyebrow, smirking.

Tempo: Reeally now? May consider the idea when I’ll drop my HarmoKnight title, which I’m pretty sure won’t happen anytime soon. Also thank you for scouting out there: now I know what to expect in case someone else wants to invade Melodia. Or was it Noizoidia for you?

“Eh?” Hina looked at the Noizoid confused. “Me? Denying? Of course I am! Just because I said those things doesn’t mean that I WASN’T denying.”