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  2. IC: Tekmo (Ga-Metru) "They-they wouldn't do... alright, maybe they'd do the first two things, but only if you had broken the law."
  3. And ad for a game I've heard good things about and some character profile links.
  4. 1/5. Can't say I recognize the name, but it looks as though you signed up as I was getting close to going on hiatus.
  5. A link to what looks to be a well-written epic! May have to check it out when I have a chance.
  6. IC: Cartographer Ko-Metru Hideaway The Cartographer stood silently in the center of the chamber, hands grasping the plinth, awash with awe. He had traveled so far and so long, the Matoran thought, that this world could have no more surprises, no secrets yet to be discovered that he hadn't seen before. And yet, here he now stood, in the middle of a chamber, with a plinth, enigmatic carvings, and an even more mysterious puzzle; a puzzle that serves a purpose, a puzzle to prove the worth of those wishing to possess the secrets it contained. The aura of mystery which had enveloped the Cartographer was pulled violently away from him as though it were a sheet over his head, when the utter silence of the room was broken. The Cartographer tensed as his hands slid from the plinth down to the familiar shape of the handles of his ice picks. One forward grip, one reverse grip, the Cartographer turned slowly to face his new guest, activating the boost switch on his headlamp as he did in hopes of preventing the guest from discerning his features too well. Both stood silent as they gave one another an ocular pat-down of sorts. The sight of a fellow Ko-Metruvian eased the Cartographer, though only ever so slightly. "I thought I saw someone come in here. Honestly, I'm pleased, but why are you in the tower I'm about to conquer?" The Cartographer fought to stifle a chuckle at the Matoran's final word. This figure in front of him, he had heard mention of a type like him from some of his fellow Cartographers. One of the adrenaline-types, speed climbs the towers across the Metru, sometimes to the chagrin of the Cartographers. And according to the stories, they always refer to summiting as "conquering". A minor annoyance, sure; but a man of these skills could probably be useful to the Cartographer, should he agree. In unity, wisdom; it says. "I'm a Cartographer," he finally replied, after leaving the silence a little too long. "I'm not here to race you to the top, if that's what you're worried about. There's an artifact in here that must be recovered at all costs. Should it fall into the wrong hands, you might not have any more towers to, ahem... conquer." OOC: @EmperorWhenua
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  8. IC Kanohi - Onu-Metru city streets Kanohi was not a great craftsman, but he knew what Protodermis looked like when it was damaged, straining not to snap or crumble. And as he surveyed from the street, he couldn't see cracking metal or feel the roar of a bioquake beneath his feet. It seemed the city was stable here, at least for now. Then what had upset the Vahki? His curiosity was piqued, his heartlight flickering in a frantic rhythm. He started to move forward, only to flinch at the glint of the Vahki's staves. He ... they had things under control. But those Vahki who ran away, if they were pursuing a suspect, accidents might follow. He was all too aware that Vahki could be a bit too ... zealous in their hunts, and if their suspects were armored and dangerous... Kanohi swallowed, his heartlight beating fast enough to leave him woozy. He ... he had to follow, wouldn't he? Toa and Vahki could handle enemies, he knew nothing about that, but Matoran could get hurt in the crossfire. And if the Vahki were heading deeper into the archives, to a supporting level, Onu-Metru's foundation could be at risk. He ... he wanted to flee. But where could he flee to? This was the end of the universe, everywhere south of this island belonged to the League. He couldn't run, and even if he could he... he couldn't let this refuge crumble too. So, looking both ways, he pulled out his grappling gun and fired the chunky piece of metal. A magnet exploded out of his gun and latched against a building, before launching he into the air. He lurched as he smacked into the tower, before looking for the Vahki who had left in a rush. He hung suspended to the tower, trying to get a further view. Can he see those Vahki from up there, and gleam what they are doing? OOC: what are the Vahki that had pursued Stannis, Knichou, and Nakle doing?
  9. busy brainstorming something new for bacchus to do. i'll try to have a post up for him and hestala tomorrow.
  10. IC: Triki, Ga-Metru "Vahki are problem-no, s'long as they don't disc-strike you, staff-stun you, hit-smack you, drop heavy-big objects on you..." Triki says, continuing his list as they approach the Great Temple.
  11. Oh man, uhhh looks like it was all 6 Vahki about two and a half years ago lol. I do plan on getting some parts for a MOC... eventually.
  12. Hi, guys. Suppose some humans, like Neil Armstrong, were exploring space, but then they or some satellite accidentally discovered Bara Magna/Spherus Magna, Aqua Magna with the island of Mata Nui on it, the Mata Nui robot, or Okoto. Or, they would encounter Vezon teleporting to their ship. Lol. Anyway, how do you think the space explorers react to them? For me, I would imagine the humans would be shocked, like in Transformers: Dark of the Moon, when Neil discovered the Ark on the Moon. The humans would take pictures and tape this discovery and send them to NASA. If they go any further, they would be detected and probably run or fly away for their lives just in case they encountered some hostile beings.
  13. MU, tops. The people from there are physically much stronger than humans. So, the Romans wouldn’t have a chance to defeat them. Lol. Even the environments in the MU can be unhealthy for the Romans because it is made of Protodermis, and I am not sure if the Romans could consume it, as I look at it as hazardous substance that was used to make robots, so the Romans wouldn’t survive eating the substance.
  14. IC Kanohi - Onu-Metru city streets On the streets of Onu-Metru there was a clanking and clanging sound as a Matoran ran in the street. He was covered from head to toe in shattered pieces of Kanohi, each dangling from him like a wind chime. He looked less like a Matoran, and more like a pile of scrap good only for smelting down. The Matoran came to a halt, in his sight was a Vahki perimeter. He had thought he had heard some running to this spot, had there been an attack? He kept his distance, he didn’t want to set them off, but still tried to gauge the scene. It looked like some Vahki had sprinted off suddenly, but that wasn’t what interested him. Was the city block safe? Had a bomb gone off, the block’s foundation weakened? Were any buildings at risk, either from whatever had interested the Vahki, or from older damage acquired from the war?
  15. IC Stannis | Onu-Metru The old toa nodded. "Yes, I have, many times. The last time was scarcely over a decade ago." A disconcerting silence fell between them. The gentle throb of protodermis pneumatics without filled the void for those few seconds, but the lack of words were deafening. It was clear that Knichou still harbored a love for his home island even though he disavowed the sigil of his old guild, and news of Nynrah was likely something he found too hard to bear... and yet, something he was eager to hear. Slowly, piece by piece, Stannis broke the news, and with it relived the story himself. "I was too late. It was already being conquered by the Barraki armies—by Takadox. There was a blockade forming as he tried to maneuver his troops for invasion, which gave me just enough room to enter the island. Too many valleys and foundries were already overtaken, clearly caught by surprise by the clever vanguard. The core factories and settlements had survived only by virtue of their advanced weapons and the Xian ambassadors who vigorously fought mostly to preserve themselves. We managed to repel the first two waves and outmaneuvered the cumbersome Barraki war machine at first but it was no use. Nynrah was already in ruins with no hope of a rescue from allies, so we could only try and leave with as many lives saved as possible. We barely escaped, and it took all of my power to manage even that. "You, my friend, are one of the last Ghosts." He paused to allow that reality to set in. "Most of the blueprints and plans were sabotaged to prevent the Barraki from obtaining them. Only the most complex and irreplaceable ones were salvaged. I am so sorry..."
  16. IC Kilo-M9 - Onu-metru, Archives level 7: Arriving at main elevator. Tracks indicate struggle of some kind. Analyzing... Multiple bipedal footprints. Size and shape indicates two matoran, one toa, one unknown. Data on unknown group inadequate. Number of individuals makes direct confrontation unlikely to succeed. Solution: track group, acquire more information, remain hidden. Entering stealth mode. Following tracks. The law enforcer looked up from the scene of the original commotion to look down the tunnel. The voices of the group further down were still echoing through the tunnels. The green glow of its eyes dimmed as it quietly creeped into the tunnel. Despite its large size and the somewhat frequent lightstones mounted on the walls of the tunnel, the machine was able to blend in with the shadows with well-practiced skill. Its once plodding footsteps were now almost completely muted. Once it had collected more information, it would make its presence known, whether the tour group was ready or not.
  17. IC: Knichou, Onu-Metru, Elevator Nale sprinted ahead to call the elevator early, so the doors opened right when Knichou and Stannis got to them. "Go ahead and get in, I can hold them off if they get any closer. It'll cost me some goodwill with Metru-Nui law, but..." Knichou looked directly at Nale as her voice trailed off. "If you plan on leaving without being in chains I suggest you get to docking level 6 quickly -" The engineer entered the elevator and selected the floor his ship was docked in. "- if you aren't there before we're ready for takeoff, you're on your own." The glass doors of the capsule began to shut. "Thank you, Toa Vella," Knichou said before the elevator pod was sealed and started climbing upwards by the flow of the chute. Through the crystalline doors Knichou and Stannis could see the squads of Vahki crawling towards Nale. The only thing that wasn't stressful about this situation was the chirpy Le-Metruan tune playing in the background, just loud enough to mask the sound of rushing chute fluids pushing the pod. In a surprising move, Stannis addressed Knichou directly, the Toa turning to look at the matoran instead of whatever it was in the distance that Stannis tended to be in a staring contest with. ”Tell me, Knichou, how was Nynrah when you last saw it?” "Well, uh," Knichou stammered for a moment. Is now really the best time for small talk? Has this fossil already forgotten what kind of danger we're in? Knichou wondered for a split second. If Stannis was able to stare down a dark hunter, why is it that when he was in the elevator he appeared to be the uneasiest? Knichou wasn't sure, but he took his mind off of that to finish answering the question. "It's... been several centuries since I was in Nynrah, but the last time I was there it was beautiful as always. For all the rumors of what comes out of our forges, some true, some wildly exaggerated, the island itself is extremely pastoral. The beaches and cliffs and beautiful and the villages are big enough to have the sorts of common luxuries you may want but small enough to not consume the environment around them, unlike this metropolis." The Fe-Matoran took his lightstone rifle out of his backpack, taking the time to top off its magazine with two more lightstones. He made sure to turn on the attached laser sight while fidgeting with his weapon. "I suppose my equipment isn't the most subtle - I was a Nynrah Ghost, as you almost certainly suspected," Knichou continued. "Did you ever visit my home island in your travels?"
  18. IC: Mazor-Silver Sea, Ripple "These ships don't look normal!" Mazor shouted, "They look like they could easily fall apart!". As soon as the launchers fired he retaliated with his Kanoka, hoping to freeze the strange launcher. He then loaded a medium strength weakness disk into his launcher.
  19. well as much as the Romans were powerful they are still humans with swords and spears fighting against cyborgs that can manipulate everything around the soldiers. the romans might very well flee back through the portal rather than fight from their perspective what are essentially elemental demons. not to mention all the rahi that would very likley scare them back through the portal. everything in the MU would potentially be hostile to humans. I don't think the Romans can win. also when did we become space battles?
  20. Yeah when things go that far back it's hard to remember everything that has happened. Well, Nichou didn't do all too much immediately after the companions disbanded - at least, I think (I still need to do some review of those days). After Makuta was defeated and Arc 2 began, Nichou went to Po-Koro and befriended a kohlii player along the way, who unbeknownst to Nichou was actually a spy. After a bit of time in Po-Koro he went to Ko-Wahi to see the Massif and has been there ever since, building housing for refugees of Ko-Koro after it was captured by the makuta-worshipping types. When I put it like that it doesn't sound as long and as much as I thought it was but then again there's that 3-4 year time gap in the middle where I wasn't active on BZP.
  21. Tallea - Onu-Metru - Archives IC: "If I was going to hide something on this level that's where I would do it. For a short time at least. Don't want what needs hiding to be found by the construction workers after all." The technically tall Matoran turned to scan the dark hallway with her golden visor. After a moment she stepped forward, moving cautiously into the unknown. "Lets go."
  22. IC: Skyra Daring - The Silver Sea - Metru Nui Airship - Skyra watched with curiosity as Oreius unceremoniously walked off, finishing off her apple with one final crunch as she did. "Sooooooo...." She tossed her apple core off the edge of the airship. "You new here?" @sunflower
  23. IC: Aksa, Silver Sea, Ripple Focused as she is on her task, Aksa is caught completely off guard by the creature's sudden attack. She crashes to the floor beneath its weight with a grunt of surprise. Sharp mandibles snap dangerously close to her neck as she attempts to hold the creature off with one hand; the other she extends toward her spear, which has fallen to the floor. The weapon flies to her outstretched palm and she shoves its point upwards with all the strength she can muster, hoping to pierce her attacker's carapace, or at least to get this thing the f*** off her.
  24. Name: “Kanohi” (has not undergone naming day, but only goes by his nickname) Species: Fe-Matoran Faction: Metru-Nui Brief Description: a slightly short Matoran with a stocky build, he had a black torso, orange mask in the shape of a great Hau, black hands, and orange legs and arms. He wears armor made out of chunks of scraped Kanohi, each of the failures made by an unskilled mask maker, left broken and powerless. These masks dangle around him and clang together, creating a sound of unlike a wind chime. He carries a disk launcher with a number of Ga-Metru Kanoka, all of them low level disks of either remove poison or regeneration. He also carries a crude grappling gun, and his prize possession is bracelet with a series of buttons on it. The buttons do nothing but give him something to fidget with. Background/Occupation: He is cagey about his past, but those who care suspect he had been a failed mask maker who immigrated to Metru Nui to flee the warlords. As the Barraki began to attack the island he made himself useful helping evacuate Matoran from war zones, and trying to repair buildings. As conditions grew worse he used scraped masks as a makeshift armor, earning him the nickname “Kanohi.” Nowadays he uses regeneration disks to strengthen collapsing bridges and buildings long enough for Matoran to escape them, and uses disks of remove poison to help mend ill Matoran poisoned by airborne debris and chemical weapons. Even when the Barraki are not actively attacking, the city remains a dangerous place and he keeps himself busy. He travels through the city with a grappling gun that frequently lurches him around, though his physical endurance as a Fe-Matoran lets him recover from most rough landings. He is tolerated by the Vahki and Toa, though openly is not considered much of a help in battles. Flaws: Kanohi cannot fight at all, and is not a soldier. He doesn’t fight in the war, merely tries to keep people safe as something of a vigilante medic and first responder. He also is terrified of the League. He can face his fears enough to rescue Matoran, but if he is directly attacked, he will almost definitely attempt to flee. Powers: as a Fe-Matoran he has greater than average physical endurance. OOC: mind if I give this a try? Haven’t roleplayed in a while, so forgive me for my missteps.
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