For the record, here are the names I've settled on:
Fortress: Dorcha (my filler name, which I got attached to)
City: Aonui (my original placeholder, which I decided on against Dragon 11603's Clatis via coin toss)
Village: Pareo (submitted by Zox Tomana)
All being well, I'll start work on the story this quarter, and start posting it in late May-early June if it comes along well.
As a side note, I've put Wings on indefinite hiatus (if there's anyone that's wondering about it anymore). I can't make Chapter 15 work the way I want it to, and in any case apparently there are people not keen on how I've been writing it anyway. If I manage to finish Chapter 15 to my satisfaction at some point, I'll put it up, but its not my priority right now.
Thanks for reading.
Here's what I need. I need a name for a city, a name for a village, and (possibly) a name for a fortress. I promise I will give you credit if I wind up using your ideas in the final product.
Commence the brainstorm!
His prisoner, however, was not one of these.
The Toa was thrashing in her bindings on the floor, muffled snarls of anger coming from behind her gag as she tried to break free. Elemental nullifiers were in short supply these days, but fortunately the Brotherhood had retained a Psionic Toa well-versed in scrambling the minds of their prisoners. Asha was sullen, as ever, but was following his orders obediently, keeping her thoughts scattered enough to not use her powers, and in any case he had taken away the captive’s mask to make it harder.
“Master, her team is searching the caves,” Asha said, her voice dull. “They will be here in about ten minutes.”
“More than enough time to finish,” Volterix replied, pulling a sealed pair of vials. One contained a long, serpentine organic creature, while the other was a pale blue and significantly squatter. The former he passed to his companion, along with her mask. “You are wearing your heavy gloves?”
“Good. Let the kraata infect the mask, but make sure it doesn’t touch your own.” Volterix knew that his Psionic Toa wondered why he was taking care to make her wear protective gear, or why he hadn’t infected her mask beforehand. But she had been in their service long enough to know that she could not escape them; time and despair had broken her into a willing servant.
As Asha unscrewed the cap on her container, the Makuta opened his own, and coaxed the creature into his gauntleted hand. The Shadow Leech fell into his hand, trying to attach to him and drain light that had been long exiled from his being. Mutran had warned him that they could only survive a short time out of their virus baths, but this one had only been out for five minutes. It would survive long enough to do its task.
The captive Toa, lying on the cave floor, saw the Shadow Leech in his gauntlet and her eyes widened. Even if she didn’t know what it was, the fact it was held by a Makuta was enough to target it as a threat to her. She redoubled her attempts to squirm out of her bonds, but they were good and tight around her body. Leaning downwards, he stretched his arm longer than it could normally reach, and placed the Leech on her bare face, not releasing it from his grasp until he was sure that the creation had a firm grip on her forehead.
The Toa tried to scream, but her voice faltered as its jaws gripped her tighter, and an application of Volterix’s power of silence kept the sound from escaping the room they were in. Turning away from the prisoner, the Makuta looked to Asha, who had a deathgrip on the black-and-red Kraata as its touch turned the Kanohi Pakari black and pitted. At the end of the process, she let go of the mask and let it float in the air with her telekinesis, using both hands to put the kraata back inside of its jar.
“Master,” she said simply, passing both the mask and the jar to him. The jar went back into the folds of his cape, while he held the mask in his hand.
“What is the status of her team?” he asked. The Toa closed her eyes in momentary concentration, then reopened them. “Far enough away that they cannot interfere with the process. Seven minutes at the earliest.”
“Good. Make sure they take a while.” He was confident that they would be done before they came close enough to find them, but he wanted to make sure the Shadow Leech would finish its job. Mutran had given a time of about three minutes, but there hadn’t been a lot of data for him to be confident.
However, it turned out the mad scientist had been correct, because a couple minutes later the Shadow Leech fell off the Toa’s forehead and flopped into the floor, feebly squealing in satisfaction at the feast of Light it had gorged itself on. As Volterix stooped to collect the creature, he took notice of how – while the Toa’s armor had not changed color – her eyes had changed from light blue to a deep red, with her pupils becoming visible and ink-black.
He carefully put the bloated Shadow Leech back in the jar and sealed it. Tests had shown that it would disintegrate soon after digesting the Light, but he wanted to leave no signs of the creature behind to be found. Better to let the Toa panic and worry about a plague of some kind than for them to get any hint of the Brotherhood’s secret weapon.
Turning back to the Toa, he noticed that she was still thrashing in her bonds, and the demands to be released had resumed. Odd, but not surprising: being drained of her Light would not make her more likely to be his servant, just more violent and amoral.
That was why he’d infected her Pakari.
Smiling a bit, he fit the mask onto her face, pulling the gag away to make sure it fit properly. The curses became audible for a moment, then faded as the kraata’s influence settled in her mind and held steady. The thrashing stilled, and stopped altogether, the Toa’s eyes on him and waiting patiently.
“Do you know who I am?” Volterix asked the new Toa of Shadow.
“You are my Master,” she replied without hesitation. A soft sound came from behind him, and he knew Asha was afraid. Good.
“You will not flee when I release you?”
“Why would I?”
“Good answer.” His hands gripped the rope and undid the knots, and they fell away. The Toa stood up, no longer a prisoner as she dusted herself off. There were still improvements that could be made to her, but they were for later, in his fortress. Now they had to clean up the evidence: the Toa team would be suspicious if they found no trace of their teammate in the caves.
“Asha,” he said, “where are the Toa now?”
“Three minutes away, Master.”
The Shadow Toa cocked her head in curiosity at the Psionics Toa, like she hadn’t noticed her presence until her statement. “What Toa?” she asked.
“Inconvenient Toa. As all non-Shadow Toa are,” the Makuta replied with distain.
“Oh.” A pause as she digested this. “Can I kill them?”
The Makuta hid his smile: this was just what he wanted to hear. “Yes, you can. We’ll let you have your fun and keep ourselves hidden away. They’ll think it’s just you.”
“Anything in specific I should do?” she asked, twirling her fingers and conjuring a spear of darkness between them.
“Wait in here for them to find you, and extinguish the lights when you do.” There hadn’t been much light – Makuta could see in the dark, after all – but Asha had needed light to see what she was doing with the kraata. One lightstone illuminated the room, easily destroyed.
Grinning, the Toa took a position in the center of the room, her feet finding their stance easily. Smirking, he pulled the reluctant Asha to his side as they moved into the furthest corner of the room, drawing an illusion around them to make them look like the wall. He wanted to see what the Brotherhood’s newest weapon was capable of, fresh from her creation and practically frothing at the mouth to get to work. He noticed Asha looking away from the room’s entrance, and used one hand to force her to look.
The sound of footsteps grew louder, along with the sounds of talking amongst the group of Toa. From his observations beforehand, including the new Toa of Shadow, they had numbered five, meaning four were on their way. All males, one was the leader: seemed he’d picked the right target to claim.
The talking abruptly fell away as they beheld their former teammate, now with glowing red eyes, a shadowy spear in one hand and a sphere of darkness in the other, and a vicious Muaka-smile on her face. Their expressions of horror and shocked exclamations were a joy to behold, and Volterix committed them to memory so he might appreciate them forever.
The Toa of Shadow, for her part, merely grinned at her former teammates before the orb of darkness rushed in a wave around her, destroying the lightstone and plunging the room into pitch black.
The screaming that followed didn’t last long.
Just a quick little story I wrote up last month, inspired by the seeming lack of Shadow Toa characters in Bionicle fiction. I've been considering expanding into an epic at a later date, though I've got a lot on my plate right now.
I'm posting it here for now, in case I do get around to expanding it. If someone suggests I put it in the SS forum, I might. =P
That said, I'm considering starting to post my Bionicle fanfics here, as few as they are. I still have my Wings topics, so if I get that off the ground again I'll probably post chapters there, and I'm toying with a new story idea that might take precedence over it.
All being said, I want to know if there's anyone here that would read and/or reply to them. Call me egotistical, but I do like hearing what people think about my work.
In any case, hi again. How've things been?
Most of my work is gone, victims of the various hackings and data losses. Most of my friends have left already. My reader base here is not enough for me to have the motivation to continue Wings or Break of Day -- here, anyway.
My friends know where to find me online: I use this same name on most of the other sites I'm on. I'd list them, but I don't trust the site enough for them to not have their names removed when I bring them up. If you see me there, comment or send a note and mention how I know you; I'll reply pretty quickly.
It's been fun, BZP, but all things come to an end. Happy Halloween.
-I'm working as an intern at my mom's workplace now, since I couldn't find a job within a certain time constraint. Aside from the not-getting-paid thing, its not too bad.
-Birthday went well. Not much else to say there.
-I've been playing tons of Skyrim lately, but I might get back into Borderlands 2 and Halo 4 eventually. Said Skyrim playing has actually given me and Jayson (aka Akaku) ideas for a webcomic, but we're mostly messing around with ideas at the time being.
-Speaking of Ak: he's on the west coast for a few weeks, and is currently staying with me and my family for a week before he heads back up to BC. I'll probably be heading up there for a weekend or so in a little while.
-Bought a remote-controlled snake-bot at a street fair my town had a few days ago. I'll have some fun with it in a little while. >=D
-Saw Pacific Rim last Monday with Jayson. I'll be buying it when it arrives on DVD.
-Writer's block slowly breaking down; mostly been playing with ideas for Wired, an original sci-fi/fantasy story, though, so no Wings just yet.
Anyway ... I'm back.
We'll see how long it takes before I vanish again.
This is Andy; he's the older of the pair at 2 1/2 years old. He's polydactyl, so he has an extra toe on both of his front paws (not that you could tell here -- sorry). He's also really funny when it comes to catnip.
This is Pebbles; she's seven months old. Andy keeps following her around when he sees her, though she's not sure what to think of him right now. Despite the fact she's closer to kittenhood, Andy's a bit more rambunctious than she is -- but she makes up for it by having a very cute meow, in my opinion.
(I wanted to call them Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel, for the record, but I got vetoed.)
... jokes aside, I highly doubt that tomorrow will be anything other than the average Friday, not the apocolypse or the 'dawn of a new age' as the New-Age people are calling it. Since whatever's supposed to happen is supposed to happen around 5 AM, I'll probably sleep right through it.
So, if I don't wake up from earthquakes tomorrow, or I'm unable to move things with my mind (as the New-Ageists are saying I will be), I'm going to have a nice time laughing at the people that bought into it.
One option was to send my laptop to the Dell depot to get it fixed, but it'd take over two weeks. The other was to pay a fee and get a tech to reinstall.
Normally I'd go for the free option, but since it'd be cutting it close to when I go back to college and I'm taking a long trip after Christmas, I can't risk that.
So, I've got two or so days for me to back up my files before the tech guy comes.
The things I do for a working computer.
My laptop, for the uninformed, seems to have the personality of an aggravating hypochondriac with a weak immune system. I got it last year for Christmas, and in that time has caused me three headaches -- the first was caused less than a week afterwards, when it started freaking out about viruses that didn't exist; the second was when it completely failed and needed a system reboot back in March.
This time, it keeps blue screening when I try to log off or shut down, and as a side-effect seems to have disabled my ability to lock it up.
The problem started back in November, and has a bit of a routine: I get the blue screen several times, it preforms system repairs, everything goes smoothly for a bit, then it starts again.
It's annoying as heck.
My dad tried to help me with it today, but it hasn't done much, if at all. Apparently another time spent on the Dell Customer Service is on my agenda tomorrow.
Anyone have any suggestions as to what's causing this latest problem?
(BTW, I literally have no options other than to fix this: my parents won't buy a new one, and I can't afford a new laptop. 'Getting a new one' isn't going to solve my problems.)
... anyway, I'll be on XBL this weekend, if anyone's interested. Can't play Halo 4, though, because I'm broke and my brother hasn't bought it. >_>
After considering the options, we decided she was too weak to try and surgically drain the fluid from her lungs. She was suffering, and we decided it would be kinder to let her go in peace, so in the end, we euthenized her so she wouldn't be struggling to breathe.
RIP, Teddy: 1994 - 2012
My 18-year-old cat is very sick: she has fluid in her lungs, and its making her breathing very labored. She's on three different medications, but she's very dehydrated and has lost a lot of weight. She can barely stand or walk, let alone climb onto the couch or my bed.
We're hoping that she can recover, or at least start recovering, by the time I go back to Western on Sunday, but at her age, it's difficult to say.
And all it took was the seven minutes of awesomeness, provided by Tex (aka my new favorite action girl) in S8, E10.
What's next for me to start watching?
(no spoilers okay guys I have seasons to catch up on)
My roommate's fairly quiet, but friendly enough. (She plays Minecraft, so props for her.) We're in a suite-style room, but unfortunately it doesn't make the room very big, since we have to share a bathroom with the other two girls on the bathroom's other side. They're alright, but they don't talk to us very much, save when it comes to things like the bathroom itself and who's showering.
I only have three classes this quarter: English 101 on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday (figured I should get that out of the way so I can get to the creative writing courses), Greek Mythology on Tuesday and Thursday mornings, and Graphic Novels on those afternoons.
Can't really say much about English, since we're just starting off. I'm finding that Mythology's my favorite, but you can't go wrong with a class that has you reading Watchmen or Maus for the curriculm.
So far, my only complaints are that the food portions need to be larger and the Humans versus Zombies club needs to get rolling. I didn't bring my Nerf gun for a paperweight.
Real Name: [Classified]
Nicknames: Fern, Lady Greatsword, Inferna Greatsword, Witch Queen, Pteridophyta, Infernal Smokeknife, Tarnation Combustion Weapon, Fiction, and other assorted names
Astrology Sign: Cancer
Astrology Element: Water
Zodiac Sign: Dog
Transformers Alignment: Decepticon
Current Location: WA, USA
Occupation: Author-in-progress, college student
Status: Taken by you ^^
Dream Job: Professional author
Likes: Music (LP!), books, writing, good food, awesome people, Jewelry and Metals class, video games, pranks, archery, swordplay (really good swordplay), Transformers, role-playing, and Akaku ^^
Dislikes: Hypocrites, gum, math, shallow people, procrastination, overzealous fanpeeps (Twilight fangirls, for example), excessive cursing, lazy grammar, people that rip off of my work
Xbox Live Gamertag/Battletag/3DS Friendcode: Classified; PM me if you want any of them.
Enter Seneca's Keep if you dare. These halls ring with the laughter, screams, and sobs of those that enter our realms and listen to our words. Many leave in the end, but there are those that fall so under our spell that they never set foot in the outside world again.
They still haunt the Keep -- you may see them out of the corner of your eye, pale and wane from lack of proper sustance. They will not harm you, so long as you do not give them reason to, but take their tale as a warning. Delve into our otherworldly plots with caution -- immerse yourself too deeply, and even we Seneca will not be able to prevent you from becoming part of the Keep and our stories forever.
Join us at your own risk.
The Toa Seneca And Their Wares
Main Members (aka the founding members)
Inferna Firesword and her Library
Akaku: Master of Flight and his Comics
Repicheep XXII and his Library
Aych Ehn (Hewkiinuva) and his RPG
Japoro - Toa of Ice
Kagha and his Library
Kini Hawkeye and his Library
Saya (Chibi Bahamut) and her Library
Lady Kopaka and her Library
Youmu Konpaku (better known as Potu)
Appearance: Dependant on viewer. Can appear as cottage, castle, or anything in-between
Property of: Toa Seneca; run by Inferna Firesword (assisted by Akaku)
Contains: 9 libraries/RPGs/collections, private chambers for all Toa Seneca, dragon room, 3 lounges, one large kitchen, studios, armories, dungeons, garages, shark tank, heated pool
Defenses: Six Transformer guards, Vuvuzela cannons, energy shields, comet callers, bazookas, dragons, halflings (Bionicle), Seneca powers, time stoppers, nuclear missles, grenade machine guns, watermelon cannons, sound-proof walls, Krakkan in the backyard lake, Ents on our front lawn, Balrogs in the garage, space slugs underground
Security Systems: Security cameras, ultrasonic sensors, thermal cameras, electricity sensors, laser alarms, security droids, Krakkan, Ents, Balrogs
Nuzar the Pinapoconut : That is just plain cute! Kopaka's expresiion is priceless.
Turakii #1 Lavasurfer : Kitty ears for Mata: $6 apiece at Hot Topic
Shrink ray to make them fit in teacup: $200,000
Kopaka expression once he discovers what the others are about to do to him: Priceless
~La Pantoufle Seule ~: OOC: ME TO THE RESCUE. -fanfare plays while I jump off building-
Kothra: OMG! BAD INFERNA.
Alex Humva: Zarry has the powers of prediction, guys. Listen to him, lest you become a fly on honeypaper thats on fire with a nuke aimed at it.
Shot by a PHYSICIST!: *Spittake* Three point five? That does it. I'm moving to Washington.
Japoro (in an arguement with Kagha about the possiblity of AeolusxAmph in H&H): You say she wants to dump me for some loser air toa?! I KILL YOU FOOL!
Akaku: I'm not scared of Inferna -- just fearfully surprised.
Sir Kohran: If your parents think you're too old for Lego, simply ask them what you should be into instead, then enjoy the bewildered silence that follows.
Me: On a weird scale we're all normal, but on a normal scale we're all weird.
Half-Dragon: Seems like everyone and their archnemesis has a legacy. Me? I don't even HAVE an archnemesis, let alone a legacy. Does that make me shallow or just really lucky?
Akaku: I like to pretend everything is going well whilest in reality its nothing short of the apocalypse.
AlchemyFox: All love is tragic... Unless you're Shakespeare. Then it's just plain "Whaaaaaat?"
Smeag (in Nikira's profile): There is no such thing as a Smeag-proof cell. My blundering bombast overcomes all. As you can see, I've already rescued her. >:3Dalek: *teleports Nikira to Smeag-proofed cell* Pay the 500,000 widgets, or I test my new ray gun on her! >=DSmeag: WHAT! I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS! *BURSTS INTO COMPOUND* WHO WANTS A PIECE OF ME?!?! *PROCEEDS TO KNOCK OUT ALL THE GUARDS* *SMASHES HEAD THROUGH NIKI'S* CELL* I'M HERE TO RESCUE YOU!
Dalek: I guess I can blame this confusion on your being knocked out with smoke. You are currently in a cell, with LK in the cell to your right, Tahu01 in the cell to your left, and Turakii in the cell to the right of LK's. I turned on Tahu01, knocked you all out, and stuck you in these cells. Now I'm gonna hold you all for a ransom of 500,000 widgets each.
Necro: A lie is just a great story that someone ruined with the truth.
Varderan: Violence makes the world go around.
Along with pretzels and assorted hair products.
Kagha (about something I told him from LST): ... DEATH?
Amph's gonna die?
*runs into basement, pulls out hammer, and runs after Inferna*
Kagha in KG: Anyway, curse you all and your stupid fast-moving RPG. ><
Me (in his profile): Actually, that quote came from a MMO trailer that follows KOTOR II. =PMangai (in my profile): @ Personal statement: Oh, yeah! HK RULEZ
(My personal statement) "Interjection: Silence, meatbags!" - HK-47
Too bad I never played KotOR, or its sequel XP
Mangai (in my profile): CARKITALL
Oh, well, now I have proof that I am unawesome for Zar. Thanks!
Alex (in KG): YAY-*Choughhackwheeze*
If guitars are universes, and I play with and own multiple guitars, does that make me a God?
KNEEL BEFORE ME
King of Shadows (in Starscape): BEST ERA OF ANYONE'S HISTORY ANYWHERE
Alex (in Starscape): an era when Natsirt claimed to be guns
Peach 00 (in PM): Always loved the Song of Double Time on Majora's Mask. Watch, we'll figure out somebody on the planet has an ocarina and is the source of why the year is going by so fast.
Myself (in an AIMRPG; as Toa of Psionics Kalima): "Who's he?"
Akaku (in the AIMPRG; as Toa of Undeath Akuji): "He ... He is part of everything ... He is the age in a being, the disease in a society, the bullet in a gun... He is what gives this world balance. He is the one who looks after the fallen, and either sends them to the pit or the realm of the great beings ... He is among all of us, even now, especially in my kingdom ... especially in me."
Why Inferna Shouldn't Play Rpgs
Rockhound (in the BZProvince Discussion Topic, fighting Xom and Kagha over my character): We really should get all three of us together and brawl it out. Winner-date-'Ferna.
Xomeron (in KG): If by "So Many" you mean Infinity. In BZProvince, she had four people chasing after her character at once! My character included.Rockhound (in KG): Says who, Kagha?
Kagha (in KG): Lol, Xom, Inferna can only have so many romantically involved characters. XD
Me (in KG): OOC: Thanks for the ideaaaa.[/singsongvoice]
HN (in KG): OOC: Inferna, I am not going to IC six guards all fighting two people. xD
And Inferna, wouldn't that mean that you're fighting Mark? o_o; Do you want me to take Mark.
OR ARE YOU GOING TO USE VERT BECAUSE YOU'VE INJECTED THE SERUM GASP GASP GASP GASP.
-i didnt give Inferna an idea I DIDNT I DIDNT-
Me (in KG): OOC: Hint to HN: Don’t give ideas to the evil genius co-Moderator.
HN (in KG): OOC: ZOMFISH I SEE WHERE YOU’RE GOING WITH THIS INFERNA
YOU ARE GENIUS. XD
Akaku (on AIM): (If people are flirting with you in RPG's again, I will note I now fully reserve the right to yell at them XP)
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