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  1. 14 points
    My loyal serfs, we're back in business! My fellow components of this galaxy-brained leviathan, please direct your attention to the prettiest and humblest of your Tribunal while I take a minute to address you all. A real address, one that I think has been long overdue - having nothing to do but read the last couple pages of this discussion topic while I waited for posting to come back has helped me realize that. That kind of perspective is something that's been sorely lacking lately. So let's talk. Real talk. I feel like all I ever do is make fake reasons why this isn't done, so let's really talk. I feel like you guys deserve an explanation on why it took all this for me to love the BZPRPG again. I'm going to do my favorite thing here - talk about myself - but this time I'm not going to lie to you. I do a lot of that, even to my friends, about how I've been. When we last left your favorite GM, I was at one of the lowest points I've ever been at in my life. I alluded to this in one of the last posts I made on BZP, but a few days before Christmas in 2017 I lost my grandmother. I'd had twenty one amazing years with her, and even though she lived eight hours away as I got older that distance between us started to feel as brief as a trip to the grocery store. She was sharper than me mentally, stronger than me physically, and had the kind of life experience every human dreams of. The last time I saw her was before her birthday in July; when I left New York and waved back at her, her from her living room window and me from the driver's seat, I would have sworn she'd live forever. A few days before Christmas. Boom. That's how fast forever unravels. A few days before Christmas. A diagnosis in October, a downward spiral in November, and gone by Christmas. The priest even made a reference to the proximity at her service, which I thought was kind of a dick move, but whatever. Coping with that was difficult, but the last thing in the world that helped me cope was writing. Maybe I was writing the wrong things, or maybe I was just seeing things in my writing that I'd never really dug for before, but just the act of getting words down had become painful. What was once something I prided myself on excelling at was something I loathed doing; writing felt like a skill about as self-destructive and painful as surviving leaps off tall buildings. My own head, a place I'd always felt comfortable and secure in as a place of ideas and good humor, had started to eat me alive. The BZPRPG was the biggest casualty of my retreat away from writing. Jams were abandoned. Ideas that excited me just months before, when I was still at home and had a grandmother I could pick up the phone and Snapchat with, left me cold. Cold was all I felt. In fifth grade I adopted my dog, Ginger. I never really knew what breed she was. Some mutt - the ASPCA swore when we adopted her that she was a smooth-coated collie, but she always looked more like a golden retriever to me. Maybe just because she was gold. I'm bad with dogs lmao. Originally I had asked my mom for a gerbil. She was terrified at the prospect and upgraded that rodent idea to a full grown puppy. When we were looking for dogs to adopt, we were so close to picking up a beagle or a black lab, but every dog we took for a test walk in the parking lot kept picking the same F-150 to mark their territory on. We were just putting up the beagle and giggling about it like a bunch of immature kids (which is what my brother and I were) when Mom saw this whatever-the-heck dog in one of the cages. The name the pound had given her was 'Meek,' but when she looked at Mom I still remember her smiling. Ginger was always able to smile. I still have photo proof on my lockscreen. and my twitter. I remember my dad saying she would probably live all the way through when we were done with high school. By the time I was transferring out of community college, when I left home, I thought she'd live forever too. I was 0 for 2. Gin started fading just after that return trip from New York around January. In her heyday, she had been able to polish off more food from the dinner table than anything on two legs in the house, and her not eating was an immediate warning sign. Then she was throwing the food up. Then she was throwing up blood along with it. When the vets diagnosed her with cancer, I was in my apartment, four hours away from her, from home, from the truck I'd lent my mom so she could move some furniture. My dad had taken her as a favor to my mom; I hardly use his cell phone number, but as soon as my mom started to tell me what was happening I hung up on her in a fit of denial. Then the tears came within a minute, and the phone dialing, and before I knew it I had called my dad screaming at them not to let them take her yet. He said he couldn't talk and hung up on me. The truck was four hours away. If I'd gotten the feeling that they would have put her down that day, I would have made the run myself. But Gin was a spoiled little princess, like everyone in her family, and she never really knew when to quit being pampered. They had given her six weeks in February; the first time I thought I'd never see her again, it was April, at the end of my spring break. I let her lay in my apartment, mashing up her food so that she could consume it, and just patted her for hours and hours while my brother showed Sean around the city we'd both moved to. I didn't have the heart to leave Gin, especially not when I copped one of the only carpeted apartments in my complex, so I volunteered to stay with her and pat her. So I did, for hours, and I swore never to forget what her fur felt like. I don't know if that wound up being true, but a year removed, I'd like to think it is. When she left, she took up the whole backseat of my mom's car, and I left a treat hidden back there for every year of our lives we'd spent together. I've never taken summer semesters off - I'm a political science major, but with a heavy concentration in pre-law and my eyes on either grad school or law school, so there's always been some prep, some extra class, some minor I'm close to. But I took a six week summer semester off last year to stay at home with her and watch her while my mom worked her busiest accounting schedule of the year, and even though there were some tears when I left, I felt like there had been some catharsis from spending one last normal summer with her. Fast forward to September. Most of you probably don't remember Hurricane Florence apart from a few days worth of a weather news cycle, but it's scarred my city ever since it made landfall. The storm crept up out of nowhere, landed like D-Day and stalled over the beach five miles from my apartment. For a week. The city was completely cut off from the mainland by flood waters, and for a month my new hometown had become an island to the rest of America. I had evacuated, against my better judgement initially, in the nick of time. My place had become the epicenter for a disaster area, and the first pictures I saw on Facebook were of the building on the other side of mine with its front rent open, shingles torn from the roof in an unbroken fifty-yard procession. If the winds had been blowing the other way, I would have been homeless. To cope with the anxiety of being stranded at home, slowly drowning in the heavy courseload I knew was going to crush me alive when I returned, I took care of Gin. And, somewhere in that three and a half week sojourn, I pulled up BZPower for the first time in months. It felt sweet to return, just from the outside looking in, and read through the years worth of memories I'd made with all my friends here. I didn't plan on a return, and truthfully I don't think I even thought about it more than mentioning it to a few people on Discord, but I was here, on BZP - a weird, kinda-septic smelling place that still almost felt like home. Within a week of finally getting back into Wilmington, Mom called me at around 6 am to tell me that Ginger had started bleeding again during the night. This time, they couldn't staunch it. The second she was back home with my dog's body, she had called me to let me know. This time I didn't cry. This time I wrote. It was a Dorian post, my first since an attempt at writing a jam with Eyru in the final days of my grandmother's life. I reread them both this summer - that aborted attempt that died with my grandmother, and the draft that my best friend had died to give life to, and even though neither of them will ever see the light of day, they reminded me how good it felt to do this. To write like the that I know I am, to tell a story the way I used to dream of telling stories reading Tuck, Nuju, Exo-Fat, Spink, even you, EmperorWhenua, you stupid beautiful contrarian, you. I thought about Alex, and Gabe, and Hubert, and Omar, and Stari, and Eyru, and Corvin, and Franco, our wayward philosopher out there somewhere in this big weird multiverse of ours, hopefully living his best life the way I know he should be, and everyone else who I'm probably forgetting now that I've finally gotten to the point in this rant where it turns out I still have some tears I forgot to shed. I thought about the kind of responsibility that was on my shoulders as head GM, standing on the shoulders of those giants, and what I felt like I owed to the game, my position, and the people who put me there. I wanted to make things right. But it takes time, and that's something I just didn't have. So we cut to this summer. BZP was down almost the whole time, and ironically enough at some point I decided to visit Google Docs and look through some of our old planning documents. And believe it or not - but believe it, because I swear to God it's true - I actually found the planning document for next arc, two years to the day that I'd first drafted it, still beautiful, still awesome and weird and everything I wanted the BZPRPG to be, and most importantly, still BIONICLE. And I realized I still cared. So, with BZP down for who knew how long, I realized it was summer. My latest law course was just about wrapped up. BZP had some time to cool off, and I did too, so I started to write again. Which brings us, at least, to the tired old promise that has become BZPRPG legend over the past half decade - this arc is almost done. But this time, it's not the work that's ahead of us that we're making excuses for; it's the work we've put behind us, the posts that will be rolling out over the next few weeks wrapping up this monolith of a story arc once and for all. It was pretty rude of BZP to make us wait until I was buried in coursework again, but whatever the next few months has in store for me will have no bearing on what's to come gamewise. Posts will be rolling out one at a time finally tying off characters, stories, and plots that have been in the works for five years, and in some cases eight; the time you spend reading them, dissecting them, and speculating about them will give us time to put the finishing touches on the last post or two that we still don't have done. Then it's time for a wrap up topic, where we can put the fate of Ko-Koro behind us for good and all, and where you can have a chance to finish telling your own stories the way you see fit. There will be some teasers for what's to come from all three of us dispersed in there, so keep an eye out - not just for our stories we're ending, or the ones we're beginning, but the ones you begin and end along the way. We have an RRA Discord instead of a Skype these days, but as for me, I'm going to start trying to use this N&D with as much frequency as I did in the simpler times before I had any responsibility. As for when this kicks off? Tonight. With the finished version of the Dorian and Cael jam in Ga-Wahi, the post I began in 2017 when I still had a dream of wrapping things by New Years and a heart that was still in one piece. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as my friend and I enjoyed writing it. And I hope you're excited for what's to come next. If I can still care, I know you nerds can. -Tyler PS. It came to my attention while writing this that there's now an attachment limit for the number of .GIFs you can have tied to your profile. I make you, my loyal serfs, with God and Black Six as my witnesses, the same promise I made Nuju and Franco in 2015: they will have to ban me and purge me from the manifests before I ever stop posting .GIFs.
  2. 7 points
    After a way-too-long delay, the forums are back online with a nice new look. But there are sure to be things that are missing and maybe some that are broken. Please share your findings here so we can do our best to address them. Known changes: Log-in Names are gone, you now log in with your Display Name Friends are gone and replaced by followers Fixed (hopefully): Posting permissions have been restored Display name history should now be visible You should now be able to add a cover photo on your profile Premier member image Square avatars are back BioniLUG image BZPower logo in the header Active user list Position of social media links/overlap with header image Menu/sidebar item duplication Want to fix (no guarantees): Blog names Spinnies Staff/OBZPC masks Update links on BZPower.info Members list Need to research further: Blog appearance Location of rank icon Quizzes Raffles Countdowns Plain text editor Dark theme Look into video embedding overriding linking Proto Bars Likely gone: Tracker Referrals Forms Blog content blocks
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  4. 5 points
    Yup. Only thing getting older is us =P
  5. 4 points
    OOC: Dorian from Ta-Wahi. IC: Part of me never understood why anyone would want to live anywhere but Ga-Wahi. I say that as someone who was born in Ko-Koro, worked in Ta-Koro, and once reigned uncontested and undisputed as Xa-Koro’s Hottest Sheriff. It’s true; I was award winning, a unanimous shoe-in all three months they ran the contest. The runner-ups got so mad that they sank the island. Brykon made me do a bunch of calendars and stuff for PR, but I think they all sank. Which is good. The Naming Day shots would have come back to haunt my political career. I’d visited every Koro on the island, explored all these old haunts, and tried making a home in more than one of them. But Ga-Koro was different from the rest, an almost spiritual place where the silence became meditative and the sea breezes touched places in your soul that rarely came up for air. The Koro itself was within walking distance, with its lights and activity; the place had been bustling since the arrival of the aliens, and after a few early snafus on first contact the Ga-Korans had taken a real pride in forming their own alliances with the warrior-women from across the Endless Ocean. By now it wouldn’t even have been a stretch to call them friends. A whole race of psychic ten-out-of-tens who had made landfall and befriended the only island’s most female-dominated Koro. This was the greatest place in the #####ing universe. Nobody who knew me would ever really claim I fully knew thyself, but I knew enough about me, myself and thy to guess that even fairly recently I would have been trying to spend my last night as a strand on the mortal coil, well...put your euphemism here, you perverts. I just wasn’t in the mood. Ga-Koro was hustling day and night with alien activity, with some Dasaka touring the town itself and others coming back from scouting trips with the Marines. I had sat down on the beach to unwind and wait for the city to do the same; with the thought of Echelon in command of the Vault and the flamberge doing a villainous cackle in the back of my head, I allotted myself an hour after plopping down to relax and look at the water one last time. That was this morning. The justifications for staying a little longer had kept on coming. At first I had wanted to feel high tide against my legs one last time, then I wanted to see the gulls skimming the bay. I convinced myself I had seen a Tarakava, first in the ocean then in the clouds. Eventually, I made a sand Koro. Then another. I had been in the process of trying to come up with the names for their Kolhii teams when I noticed the orange and pink in the sky. I wanted to see the sunset, so fiercely that I kept imagining it long after the sky was black, and then I told myself I just wanted to stay and watch the stars a while. Mangaia is going to be blacker than any night, I told myself quietly. I only want to see stars one more time. I inhaled deeply, a calm breath, graceful and dignified. The exhale left my mouth in a shallow gasp, and my teeth grazed against my lip. It feels pretty early for me to have to die, I thought, staring up into the shades between the stars. I doubted they felt the same. By now, it was midnight. I already felt dead, even with the strong, salty breeze in my lungs. I tried to fight the tendrils of the unfamiliar feeling in my chest, strangling me from inside, by taking quicker and quicker breaths, but it was too late. The beauty of the waves breaking under the cover of darkness was starting to shimmer in front of my eyes, hidden behind a film. The peace that I had enjoyed for hours had changed with the day, flipping on a dime and becoming a sick, unfamiliar dread. The feeling in my chest stabbed through my heart from the inside. Fear. I was finally feeling fear, and it was #####ing gross. So gross that I almost wanted to laugh. Of all the times for fear to kick in… My fingers sank into the sand, deep into the sand, like I could dig my way through its thousands of layers to find the earth beneath. If I could just keep digging, I could burrow, and I could wait this whole #####ing #####show out. Or I could dig into Mangaia the long way and hit Echelon when he wasn’t expecting him, hit him somewhere beside the Vault door, there was only one door, there was only one way in and one way out, what the ##### kind of assassin would take this job even the most concussed #####ing idiot hitman would tell you this job was a joke-- My train of thought, trying to catch up with my weak, scared heart, reminded me then that sand didn’t have layers. I dunno why I thought it did, but I laughed hysterically. I laughed until the film over my eyes was running down my cheeks. I laughed until the laugh became a scream. I tried to destroy the whole beach in my fit of panic, yelling and kicking and throwing handfuls of sand everywhere. It was the most useless fight of my life; whenever sand hit the water, the water would swallow it greedily the way that a thirsty man would have swallowed the water in kind, and no matter how hard I tore and kicked and tantrumed, more sand would flow so I never left any wounds on the shore. Finally, cowed into submission and exorcised of my terror, I dropped back into the sand next to the satchel I’d brought. I used to lie back in sands like this with Tuara, her head on my chest. I met Joske in sands like these. Cael, too. I wiped at my remaining tears angrily and picked the bag up, abandoning my failed conquest and the momentary peace of the beach. My mission to tear it asunder had been a complete failure. I didn’t even have the heart to break my sand Koros. … Ga-Koro was still awake by the time I reached Cael’s door, but I had no idea if the healer would be. The people who roamed the lilypads and docks of Ga-Koro at this hour were curious Dasaka, or locals who were around my age, leaving the restaurants and bars for the comfort of their beds or a late-night swim off the docks. On my way past the Tidalpool I saw two women, both in Marine garb, but one wore the unfamiliar colors of a Dasaka and looked a little flushed with the unfamiliar liquors of Mata Nui. I hope you didn’t give her Salamander’s, babe, or they’ll declare a #####ing war on us. Her partner had caught her drunk lover in an embrace, complete with a laugh and a kiss, but the affectionate moment broke off when I passed by them. I heard a confused voice ask “Goldie?” on my way by, but that could have just been the drunken alien, asking for someone she left across the ocean. Or it could’ve been #####ing nonsense. I’ve said worse to people after a few rounds of Salamander’s. When I didn’t stop to answer, they kissed again. Good for them. When I was outside Cael’s clinic door, I realized I’d never actually been here before. I was sure Joske had been on the operating table more than once, and maybe Tuara had even dropped by for a visit. She and Cael hadn’t exactly been close, or ever parted on the best of terms, but Joske wasn’t exactly renowned for working around Cael’s schedule either She deserved better than all of us. Tuara did, too. I wanted to go to her, apologize for not trusting her, ask her what was wrong and what had caused the fiercest, most just woman I’d ever known to turn on everything she loved. But I didn't always have a grasp of what was going in my head. Nobody should have ever trusted me with hers. I’d said goodbye to Tuara; she had shrugged it off. So I didn’t go back. I dropped the satchel gently by my feet and walked up the first step of three outside her front door, gripping the top of the frame with both my hands and thump, thump, thumping my forehead against the wood. By slamming my cranium against something solid to get her attention, I hoped to recapture the full Cael experience. “Hellooooo?” I called out, not loud enough to wake up her neighbors but hopefully enough to rouse her if she’d fallen asleep in there. Great. Wake her up to sledgehammer her. I was the best man for this job, for sure. “Doooctoooor?” This was how house calls worked, right? Or did you need symptoms? Cael was a pretty woman, and had a personality that was easy to love; she had to have had admirers trying to scam her for reasons to visit, long before Joske. Maybe her type was just doomed, destined heroes. I only had two thirds to go. “I have...Dorotosis?” I asked, hesitantly. “I mean, #####, uhm. I have...Dorotosis. Yeah. Definitely. My tongue, it goes too fast. And it never shut ups no good. It’s been getting me in trouble at work.” Water splashed. Humming tunelessly, Cael lifted a dish from the basin and gently shook it dry before placing it on the rack. Soft light filled her hut, cast by a jellyfish floating peacefully in the lamp hanging from the ceiling. It illuminated a room decorated with restraint—the only non-functional item in the place was a glass vase of flowers on the table. Cael had never been one for frivolous things. She preferred her possessions to have a purpose. It was an ascetic quality she vehemently denied when anyone pointed it out. So, of course, Joske had pointed it out at every opportunity. “Do my eyes deceive me? Is that a bowl of fruit on the table?” “Don't look now, dear, but I think one of the monks is smelling flowers in the garden.” “What should we do tonight? I was thinking we could alphabetize that bookshelf...” Joke's on him. She liked organizing bookshelves. Bringing things to order was what she did best. Sometimes too well. She rinsed the suds from a bowl, and realized this was the first time today she had thought of him. Maybe the first time this week. It was like he had been pulled back into the Legend, and her memories were following one by one. She used to hold them like a newborn, cradling them to her chest and breathing in their scent wherever she went. But like children, they aged in an outward direction, leaving her mind and attaching themselves to other people and places. She would walk through the village and catch the sunlight gleaming off something gold, and it would look just like the light on his armour, just for a moment. And like a string pulled from an old sweater, the memories would start spilling out one after the other until she fell apart. It didn't happen often, not anymore. But every now and then she would hear his voice and could almost swear it was coming from just around the corner. Just beyond the door. Sometimes it was other voices too. She'd had a patient the other day who sounded just like Agni, only for a second. Perhaps it was the way he inflected a word, or maybe it was a particular turn of phrase—but the Toa had to turn away to hide her surprise and the sudden pang of guilt that surely would have shown on her face. Or sometimes, late at night, she would overhear someone talking with just enough brash confidence in his voice that she would stop mid-stride and turn, eyes scanning the crowd for those bluegreen eyes— “Hello? Doctor?” She paused, the bowl hovering over the drying rack, clenched in suddenly trembling fingers. It's a house call, that's all, she reassured herself. She put the bowl down and dried her hands on a dish towel, opened her mouth to reply— “I have... Dorotosis? I mean, #####, uhm, I have... Dorotosis. Yeah. Definitely.” A house call at this time of night? Accompanied by that voice? “My tongue, it goes too fast,” the voice prattled on. “And it never shuts up no good. It's been getting me in trouble at work.” The towel lay forgotten on the floor. She was already at the door, pulling it open, as convinced it was a mistake as she was sure it was real, but she had to see for herself to know for sure— It was him. As real as the night, or she had finally gone mad. “Dorian...? Is it really...?” “Serious? Super serious. I said some rude things to my boss. I’ve been acting sincere at weird times. I think I even got dumped. And they were all yesterday. Which now that I say it out loud makes my whole life sound like a gigantic cluster##### that’s one bump away from flying off into space, so,” I cocked my head and smiled, slinging the bag over my shoulder - gently - onto the top step, “yeah, I guess it’s gotta be me.” I didn’t expect her to look shocked to see me; for a second I felt absurdly guilty, like I’d somehow failed as a friend for not visiting or startling her with my own survival. I remembered the last time I saw her stunned like this; amazed by Joske’s survival, lost for the words to greet him, but driven and fierce when it came to the head-taller-than-everyone-else task at hand. The fact that she was here and Tuara was in a cell in Ta-Koro must have meant that somewhere along the line, Utu’s death march of a life had finally fallen by the side of the road. I suppose that should have been sad. But it was a mercy. Just like it was a mercy the last three or four times he died. It’s not that sad, I thought again, but I didn’t really believe it. This wasn’t sad, either. It had been ages since I’d seen Cael. I wanted to close the personal bubble and grin down on her, play with her head a little, or needle her about what she did with the scarf I’d left her with down there at that submerged temple. The last time I’d seen Cael, she was literally in her element; even though the midnight waters were lapping away at the docks behind her hut, instead of yawning in our ears and entombing us like the grave of Xa-Koro, this was her element still. She was always a pro. I had never really thought about it, but I realized then that I had hated walking away from her. “You look so good,” I finally decided on saying through my smile. The Dorotosis must have dried up in one last gasp of symptoms. “How’s the biz?” “Same— same as ever,” she managed, afraid to blink in case this mirage evaporated while her eyes were closed, however briefly. The night air spilled around her and through the open door, cool and smelling of salt. She shook her head. Not knowing what to say, she fell back on pleasantries rehearsed a thousand times: “I'm sorry. Please, come on in. It's getting cold out. Can I take your bag? I missed you.” The last phrase slipped in like an unexpected guest as she reached for his bag. Golden eyes met blue (had they always been that bright? like ice on water) and she paused for a long moment. She allowed herself one blink, which would hopefully be enough to keep the tears at bay, and he was still there. She allowed herself another. Still there. “Let's—“ she cleared her throat and managed a half-smile. “Let's get that Dorotosis looked at. I think you're right. It's serious.” “Chyeah, it is.” My brow furrowed a little before my smile’s right edge tugged a little further, stretched a little wider. “I missed you too.” I let her take the bag without complaint, and a deep breath left my chest. When she led me inside, I took a brief once over of the whole place - the kind of trick that even the most flamboyant, hands-over-eyes moron learns quickly when in a new locale for the first time. I was probably the last of Cael’s friends to actually see her place. It looked nice. A little bare, though. Had she just moved? I thought of my place in Ta-Koro - the booze cabinet, the closets, the excavated piano in the living room…and another breath left my chest, more ragged than the last. “I saw Agni and Merror in Ta-Koro, and they didn’t say anything about you. This was on my way, so I figured I’d come by and give you a—“ I drummed twice in the air, winking and brandishing an imaginary drumstick at her. “—Check-up!” I was waiting for the applause when—wait what the ##### is that it’s just sitting on the floor oh no “Cael.” I knelt down and picked up the towel on the flor, face scrunching up in a frown that was more pout than scowl. The fabric wrapped around the prosthetics on my right hand’s fingers like boxing tape, and I shook the resulting fist at her like a Turaga being hip checked at a road crossing. “Patients come here. They come to see you, not a slob like Joske. Tsk tsk.” She couldn't help it. The laughter came like rainfall, irrepressible but welcome. “Dorian Shaddix, I swear—“ Cael slung the bag onto a chair and snatched at the towel. “Give me that. I was just cleaning up.” “I can tell. I think you mopped up all the decorations on accident, doc.” I jerked my hand back, and the towel loosened around my fingers and I threw it around my neck like a scarf for a second. “This fall...Rage, by Shaddix. Live like a Toa. Feel like a Mark Bearer.” I tugged the towel over my left shoulder and underhand tossed it to her. “You know, I think this aesthetic rubbed off on Tuara. She was always trying to can my shhhtuff. When we were moving in together she asked me why one person needed all those guitars and I swear I felt my Mark coming back. Like I couldn’t have bugged her about turning our guest bed into her place to store her #####ng punching bag collection.” She caught the towel and primly folded it before hanging it over the sink. “I like my place. And you should listen to Tuara. She has a good head on her shoulders.” Cael turned her attention to the cupboard, clearly looking for something, then paused, brow furrowed, recalling an earlier quip thrown out so casually she almost missed it. “Tuara. She ended things?” “Uhm.” I was quiet for a sec before sitting down on Cael’s exam table and exhaling through my mouth. Just the very question made me want to explode. “Not in those words, but…” She’s gotta know. It should be from me. Tuara and Cael had been close; there was no point in her finding things out from Agni after I was gone. “Did Tuara say anything to you on the road about her brother? Or her parents?” At a head shake from Cael, I tried to figure out how to best put it succinctly. “They were killed. A long, long time ago. It’s why she became a Guard. Brother must have lived. Or she thinks he did. Whatever happened, somebody wound up dead and cut into two dozen pieces. Scattered across the Koro. We’re not sure which of them did it or why, or even who dickhead was. Haven’t found enough of them yet.” To Cael, it must have felt as hard to hear as it was to say. I doubted that was true. Tuara. Fierce, irritable, just Tuara, always ready to throw fists instead of talk things out. Angry, drunk, self-pitying Tuara, who tried to ply free poison out of her boyfriend with a smile and a joke, then the threat of tears. Affectionate, playful, kinky Tuara, who one time broke into the Guard HQ with me so we could— My voice choked in my throat and rattled there, dying slowly. I didn’t want any memories of Tuara. Not right now. Maybe never. “Everyone always, uh, worried she was learning too much from me,” I joked, forcing a grin even while the jest cracked coming out of my mouth. “Guess I should feel vindicated that she didn’t. It was the sloppiest job I’d ever seen. Xa-Koro alleyway #####. I thought maybe she’d done it that way on purpose, left a trail for the Guard, but when they tried talking to her they made a break for the volcano. I just happened to be there doing some stuff for—for Joske, and, uh...I helped them detain her.” The story was spilling out now, unbidden. “She was holding her brother or whoever hostage, she wasn’t making any sense...I thought if we could sit her down in Guard HQ with Agni, Jaller, Angelus, me, the people who cared about her, we could do something for her. I was ready to break her out if the story made sense, you know I’m stupid enough. She knew I would have—“ Sigggg-ggg-gggh. gulp “I chattered at her for twenty minutes and she wouldn’t even look at me. Told me she was doing what she had to and to have a good life. And that was it. Soooo. Yeah.” The ensuing hug was almost as much for Cael herself as it was for Dorian. She leaned into him, arms around his neck, and took a deep, shaky breath. “I— I'm sorry, Dor,” she said, voice low. “I didn't know.” “Yeah, well, what can you do. It’s not like I’ve never torn someone apart in the heat of the moment. And like I said, all happened yesterday. That’s when I realized that my mouth zone was saying stupid at random. Really hampering my natural charisma.” I hadn’t been hugged in a while. For a second, the return motion felt as alien as the Dasaka who had flooded into Cael’s home. But eventually my arms locked around her waist tightly and I took a deep breath, calmer than my last handful and grateful for the doctor’s comfort. Her eyes were so deep, deep and golden like the hues on Joske’s armor had been. Burnished to perfection. “Missed you, too. I shouldn’t have left the way I did. It was a tantrum.” “It wasn't your fault. I was an #####.” She leaned back and wiped her eyes. “I got so caught up in trying to save you. And Utu. Tuara. Everyone, really.” The light pulsed gently overhead as she laughed sharply. “Old habits die hard, I guess. I treated you like a patient instead of a friend. And a day hasn't gone by that I haven't regretted it.” Joske hadn't helped. They enabled each other —two do-gooders reassuring each other that their do-gooding was doing good. She saw that now. Being good was sometimes better than doing it. She hoped Joske had figured that out too, wherever he was now. “I'm sorry, Dorian. I really am. For everything.” “Don’t worry about it. I mean, apology accepted, but you never threw any of my fits or pulled any of those triggers. You weren’t there to goad me, and there was never anyone that could’ve stopped me from doing what I wanted to do. Or Joske. Me, I never really learned much over the years about how to change myself, but what I did learn was that you do the best you can with who and what you got. Getting a couple idiots like us was a bad beat, but you stayed the best of us.” A thought occurred to me then, and the smile that had started so gentle when I listened to her apology turned cheeky. The knuckle on my left index finger reached out to tap on her heartlight playfully. “Did you end up hanging on to my scarf?” Cael smiled sheepishly. “I did. Do you want it back?” “Wha? Nah. Belongs on you.” “Let me get it anyway. Maybe you'll change your mind.” She pulled herself from the embrace. The scarf was hanging in the closet next to the front door. It rarely got cold enough in Ga-Koro to warrant wearing it, but sometimes she would take it out just to wear it again, and remember. “Look,” she said, carrying it back. “It's got Dorian written all over it. I look like I'm trying too hard.” “Trying too—hel-looo? When I said ‘live like a Toa, feel like a Mark Bearer,’ were you even listening? Am I a ghost? Is this thing on?” I grinned and flicked the limp end of the scarf with the same index finger. “The whole point is to try too hard. It’s what keeps the memories solid.” I flicked it again. “I said I don’t want it. It’s got Cael written over all the Dorian now. It makes you look hotter than me.” “Stop that,” she retorted with a grin. “I know all about you and your flattery.” She wrapped the scarf around her neck. “But I'll take it.” “Good. And no leaving it around my headstone kind of in some big romantic gesture, because I’ll know. And I’ll tell all your patients. Whisper it in their ears and tell everyone to make sure you haven’t been using grimy towels as bandages.” The joke tapered off into a long breath. For some reason, my eyes were threatening to sting. “That’s...a good reminder, actually. I’ll be away for a while. The old ‘one last job’ routine. This time I might really mean it.” I could see her brow furrow in confusion and her mouth open, lips pursing for the first query I knew was coming. I rested a finger lengthwise over her lips and shook my head. “No, you don’t gotta tag along. It’s gotta be me. And no, I’m probably not gonna die,” I lied. “It’s Echelon. The Vault. It’s that old routine, too. Guys like him always break their ankles before the finish line, but this time...I think everyone really needs me to trip him up. So if it’s...the last job, then I…then we…” I bit down on my bottom lip gently to prevent a tantrum. A freakout like the beach. She had to see I had grown up. I wanted her to tell everybody I wasn’t afraid. That I walked into Karzahni like Dorian Shaddix should. “It always burned me up how Joske left again and again without a goodbye. You deserved one. And it’s about time I gave a girl one, so...so. Guess it’s a first for both of us, Cael.” My teeth scraped my lip when they left it, and I felt steadier again in their absence. My finger left her lips and ran down the length of her scarred cheek, a show of more defiance and strength in the face of evil than I’d ever shown. “You really won’t need it. I’m comin’ right back. But just hang on to it for me, too.” Her hand reached up and pressed his to her cheek. “You've got a lot of nerve, Dorian Shaddix,” she said quietly. “Coming in here, reminding me how much I like you, just to run off again.” She gently pulled his hand away. Had they been talking for minutes or hours? She half-expected to draw back the curtain and see sunlight spilling over the horizon, lighting up the water and the sky. Time was fluid; this night was eternal; it was one night and every night. It was the night she left Joske on the water, and it was the night she let Dorian go. It was every night before and after, and all of them in between. Cael leaned in and kissed his cheek, then embraced him one more time. “I'm expecting you back,” she whispered. “I'll plan a hero's welcome. The whole island'll be there, so don't you dare miss it.” “Never said I was that different from Joske,” I drawled, swallowing hard and wrapping my arms around her. “Whole island. That’d be #####ing hysterical. Wear your best accessories, then.” I should kiss her back. ##### it. I’m going to die anyway. I pushed off the exam table and buoyed slightly on my feet, tightening one arm around her waist and pressing my lips to hers. Nothing crazy, just… What she deserved. No, nowhere close to what she deserved. But it was all an idiot like me could offer Joske’s girl. “Take care, kid. Night. Sleep tight. Don’t tick off the aliens. That doesn’t rhyme. Whatever. Bye.” I poked her heartlight with a finger, then the bridge on her mask, before breaking the embrace and walking towards the door. “Goodbye, Dorian,” she said. “Go be the man I know you are.” It seemed like everyone knew what kind of man I was, or was supposed to be, except for me. Cael probably would have given me a straight answer as to who that was, the one I had always craved. But all things considered, on that whole long walk to Kini-Nui, I felt better off not knowing. We would have just wound up fighting about it anyway. OOC: Dorian Shaddix, meeting destiny. -Tyru
  6. 3 points
    Remember the old days when we had rules about the combined file size of avatars and sig banners? What was it, 150kb max? Man, I miss those days. Hey, all y'all. Bet practically nobody here even remembers or knows me at this point. But, for those of you old codgers that do and have possibly wondered what I've been up to lately, here's the sitch. First and probably the biggest, in the time since I was last around I've moved on from having jobs to finally landing a career. No longer do I spend my days washing dishes or flipping burgers. I am now the Product Support Manager for a company specializing in candidate sourcing and a jobs search/data engine. I spend my days managing a team of programmers including a rotating internship wherein I can help other up-and-coming developers learn some of the ins and outs of the industry. It is very stressful but very rewarding work and while I'm definitely not yet being paid as much as I "should" be, I love my job and wouldn't trade it for anything. Outside of the job, I'm living it up as a bachelor in my own digs. Rather than sink money into nothing, I skipped the whole "apartment phase" and jumped feet-first into the world of home ownership. It's been a wild ride and I'm learning new things all the time. My neighbors are pretty swell and I'm actually surprised that none of them have really voiced any complaints about the state of my yard/lawn that I've definitely not been keeping up with (it's been a crazy year between the promotion and grandparents). Also, I didn't know this when I bought the place, but I have six frickin' fruit trees: 1 apple, 1 cherry, 2 plum, and 2 that I'm not sure if they're weird-looking apples or weird-looking pears. Recreationally, I'm still loving my time as part of the TTV Channel. It's been a wild roller-coaster ride with all kinds of ups and downs, but we've done some great stuff (go watch Biocraft Chronicles if you haven't yet) and I've definitely made life-long friends. I also continue to play too much Warframe but I'm trying to get back into the swing of playing my ocarina too. I'm still very novice in terms of skill, but my goal is to be able to play the Ducktales theme before 2020 rolls around. A'ight, that's me. Peace.
  7. 3 points
    Commencing Onu-Wahi's sinking to the ocean depths in three... two...
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  9. 2 points
    I feel called out. But seriously man, I know you've had it rough and you've kicked for still persisting through it. It really is weird going from admiring the giants as you put it, to have taken on that position (you, not me, no one knows who the I am.) I don't often compliment you, but I also know so well how much you care about this game and this site. Game's in great hands with you, and I promise any newcomers that once Ty and the gang gets everything cooking you're gonna be amazed at how good the BZPRPG is. Anyway, I don't really know where I'm going with this, but I figured I had to say something after reading the post. Man dropped my name for some reason. I'll come back to the BZPRPG when BZPower gets a skin that doesn't kill my eyes. Also whenever Salvinn's mark disappears somehow. BZPower honestly probably still is my home, even if I don't visit it often anymore. You guys all still rock.
  10. 2 points
    It's hard to gauge activity at the moment, given that the site's only been back for a day or so, but there were active characters in every major location before the site switchover, so there's a good chance of finding interaction just about anywhere at the moment. I'll be trying to make sure there's some fresh plot-ish stuff happening in every location soon. On a more general note, I believe I'm now all caught up on everyone who might've been waiting on posts from me. If there's anyone I've missed, or anyone just looking for something to do, let me know, and I'll get some kind of NPC post up to help move things along. Welcome back to Skyrise, everybody.
  11. 2 points
    IC | Brykon The kaitiaki smiled broadly then and cast an accusatory finger at Nichou. "So my assumptions were right. You are the mastermind to all the sawing and hammering echoing in the valley!" he exclaimed in jest. He laughed for a second longer, then relaxed. "I'm glad. The refugees have come down in droves and only recently slowed to a trickle. My friends in the other villages tell me Ihu-Koro is the new ground zero in the war effort and the coastal hovels are unable to help beyond the rare transport of handfuls of villagers to other Koro, which leaves us to take people in. We have always been a haven, but good intentions of taking on fleeing refugees only go so far as our resources, and The Massif is in a position of bountiful resources and skilled craftsmen to support that influx. "Many of those refugees have passed their thanks for the work of the quiet carpenter who gave them a place to rest and feel safe in. That's you, I see now. I want to be sure you know of the good your efforts have done."
  12. 2 points
    IC [Leah - Beneath Ko-Koro Warehouse]: Leah, never taking her eyes off her opponents, saw the Skakdi move, saw the shimmer of the blade flung at her. She brought her weapon up instinctively. With a metallic twang, the axe deflected off her staff and away from her. That's when she noticed Fyura was no longer focused on her, instead aiming past her with her other weapon. There was no time to stop her. There was barely enough time to see what she was aiming at. Her eyes widened with the realization of what was about to happen. The launcher fired with a crack, the support pillar crumbled with a boom and the building shook with the impact. Dust, rocks and bits of ice started falling from the ceiling, no longer able to support the weight of the rest of the building and snow piled atop it's roof. But there was something the Skakdi did not know: bringing down the ceiling had been her plan as well, just not this soon. She and Stannis were to stall the Makuta followers until Sulov had created an exit, then she would collapse the entrance to the room. Stannis would catch up, the rock posing no obstacle for the Toa of stone. Her channeling water into the walls and ground had not just been to help create the escape route - it created predetermined breaking points along which the ceiling would fall as well. But that was before Fyura had blasted the support column. The entire thing would give way any moment, potentially burying them all. Leah jumped back hoping to reach safer ground. Just as she did, there was another rumble and a large section of the roof caved in, obscuring her view of Fyura and her ally. The next instant, a shadow fell over her. She thought she was about to be crushed, but the only impact she felt was that of a heavy hand on her shoulder, pulling her firmly backwards. "Leah." Turning around, she found Sulov looking at her, his stoic expression unchanging as ever. And past him, she saw a tunnel opening had appeared in the far wall, through which the Matoran they'd freed were making a hasty exit. "Time to go." They entered the passage, Sulov at the rear, moving quickly until they caught up to the Matoran. "Are we being followed?" one of them asked, fearfully. Leah looked back behind her. Past Sulov, she could see the earth closing in behind him again, her brother using his element to prevent pursuit. But it was dangerous to underestimate an enemy, so she remained cautious. "Not right now. But we need to keep moving. It's not over yet." was her reply. She quickened her pace, making her way to the front of the group of escapees, to take point and deal with whatever they would find on the other side. OOC: Yay, forums are back! Just as well, it was time to get things moving again, which is why I cleared this post with staff to get us out of that basement.
  13. 2 points
    I might be mistaken, but I'd the file size limit for attachments and such still the correct amount for premier members? It seems incrediblely tiny. I'm probably just forgetting how small it was to begin with lol.
  14. 2 points
    That Ga post. Serious emotions there, people. It's nice to see Dorian maturing.
  15. 2 points
    "Two and a half months later." BZP IS BACK.
  16. 2 points
    Hey you, you’re finally awake.
  17. 1 point
    What goes up must eventually come down. But like a phoenix from the ashes, that which falls can sometimes rise again. Discussion Topic Discord Server The Story: Welcome to Skyrise: Ascent. In this world, after defeating Makuta, Mata Nui was unable to restore Spherus Magna to its former glory, and the Mask of Life was lost in the chaos that followed. Without the mask’s energies to properly repair it, the newly-reformed planet became unstable, prone to earthquakes and floods, the decades of natural disasters drastically reshaping the landscape and decimating many of the existing population centres. Over a period of several hundred years, Bara Magna was transformed into a maze of plateaus and canyons, with the seas of sand at the bottom being ruled by rabid bands of Zesk, Vorox, and vicious Rahi. In the process, Marendar was unleashed, wiping out the few Toa who remained before presumably being destroyed. The sentient races that were left made their homes atop the sturdiest of the rock formations, further reinforced by the efforts of friendly Skakdi and other powered beings. On the less secure plateaus, criminals and other outcasts still cling to life in settlements of their own, living in constant fear of the next tremor being the one to spell their doom. Two years ago, a war broke out between the settlements of New Atero and Fe, with New Atero constructing terrain crawlers and striders to covertly assault the aeronautically-superior Fe from below. While this attack seemed, at first, to be unprovoked, it was eventually revealed that the government of New Atero was being manipulated by Tuma, whose sole intent was to emancipate the hundreds of Skrall being worked to death as slave labour in the mines of Fe. With all of their defences pointed skywards, Fe was taken by surprise, and though they were they had the technological advantage, their people weren’t as battle-hardened as those of New Atero, and were gradually overwhelmed. In the face of imminent defeat, Fe’s ruling council threatened to unleash a horde of trapped Baterra upon the wasteland. The attackers were left with no choice but to destroy Fe, detonating the settlement’s stockpiles of ammunition, weapons, and machinery. The surviving citizens either took to piracy, or assimilated into the other settlements. In the years since, an unsteady peace has settled over the Wasteland. While most of those within the remaining settlements are content in their uneventful lives, toiling each day to ensure there’s enough food and resources to go around, there are those tasked with travelling between settlements to bear news, ferry resources, and most importantly, keep the peace. It is into these roles that players will be stepping, captaining airships or piloting scout craft across the hostile surface of the new Great Barren. Locations: The new Bara Magna is a dangerous, desolate place, with the various permanent settlements serving as the only real safe havens. (Map) Note that there are certain marks and notes on the map that do not appear in the list below. These have been included for player reference, but are currently not common knowledge to characters in-game. Tesara – Sitting astride a singular pillar of earth and stone in the centre of an immense crater, the roots of this jungle village’s immense trees have withstood the test of time, and have held it together for untold decades. The Tesara plateau is overgrown with vegetation, and is even home to a small population of various rahi species, suitable for use as livestock or even pets. Tesara supplies most of the Great Barren’s food, and maintains long-standing trade deals with the other settlements. Tesara is undoubtedly the most open and accepting of all the settlements, although there are some who would argue that they’re too trusting, a trait that was used against them to some extent during the war, which has led to lasting tensions. Tesara is ruled by a triumvirate of elected officials. New Atero – Originally little more than a shanty town built up at the foot of the remains of the fallen Great Spirit Robot, New Atero has endured the disasters that have lashed the planet, and coalesced into a singular, colossal fortress. Being in fairly close proximity to a freshwater lake and the open ocean, they’re becoming increasingly self-reliant, their more militant nature leading many to distrust and fear them. New Atero’s surrounding are strewn with shattered metal and rocky outcroppings, dotted with watchtowers and turrets. New Atero is currently suffering civil strife, with a newly-formed parliament struggling to soothe tensions within the different factions among the populace. Fe – Once the technological powerhouse of the Great Barren, this settlement was reduced to rubble in the war. While many of the survivors were able to assimilate into other settlements, the actions of Fe’s leadership before and during the war have led to many of these survivors being treated with suspicion and disdain. Cliffside – A precarious shamble of random structures with no coherent order or organisation, this is where the outcasts and rogues flock together for survival. Scattered across a number of small plateaus spanned by constantly-collapsing bridges, this village has no government or law enforcement, and is dominated instead by mob rule. Its populace is too small in number to pose a true threat to any of the major settlements, while simultaneously being too big to be easily destroyed, and as such this pirate port continues its uncertain existence, its citizens stealing or bartering for what they need. Aqua Magna – Volcanic eruptions and earthquakes have turned the oceans foul and polluted, with only the strongest, most vicious of creatures still able to thrive there. Despite this, the beasts that dwell there make for good eating, for those who have the means and the skill to hunt them. Rumours abound of ancient treasures and old-world artefacts being located somewhere in the depths, although the equipment to pursue such rumours is costly, and difficult to come by. Expeditions have attempted to search for lands beyond the shores, but none have ever returned. The Arena – No one is entirely sure who built this place, or when, or why, only that it is hewn from some seemingly indestructible stone, the strongest of earthquakes and most powerful of Kanoka alike having no effect on this mysterious structure. Given its proximity to The Chasm, most beings chose to avoid it entirely, but it is still occasionally used for trade meetings or impromptu tournaments. On some nights, a beacon issues skywards from a dais in the arena’s centre, though none have yet figured out to enable whatever mechanism the dais is intended to activate. The Chasm – While the planet slowly shook itself apart, the colossal corpse of the Matoran Universe remained where it lay, sprawled across the fragmented canyons. That was, until Marendar did battle with the last remaining Toa atop the long dead machine, and the ground gaped open like a hungry maw, swallowing the entirety of the Great Spirit Robot into the darkened depths. The resulting chasm’s edges still glow with unseen heat, frequently belching fetid smog into the air, and every now and again some kind of horrendously mutated rahi crawls up from below. Those who’ve attempted to explore what lies below have never returned. At least, not with their sanity intact. Aircraft: Travel between settlements, aerial combat, and scouting is accomplished using various vehicles, reverse-engineered from technology that was salvaged from Karda Nui before the evacuation of the Matoran Universe. In addition to these uses, it is strongly encouraged by the rulers of the settlements that those who feel the need for violence to take their altercations away from where innocent people can be caught in the crossfire, and fight their battles in the skies instead. Please note, each character is only allowed to have a single vessel/vehicle. Airships - Utilising a complicated system of levitation and weight increase Kanoka, each of the airships is controlled by pulleys that cause either the levitation or the weight increase Kanoka Disks to strike the Airship's framework, forcing the Airship to rise or fall. A modified version of a transport Chute, capped at both ends, is built into the back of the Airship, providing forward thrust by letting a small portion of pressurised air jet out from the back. These vessels are usually slow and unarmed, but often come equipped with a small number of Cargo Haulers to make the task of transferring goods easier. There are no set limits for what players can and can’t include in an airship, but please exercise common sense. Airships are already slow and heavy, so tacking on a whole heap of armour or weapons, for example, is going to weigh you down even more. Likewise, if you wanted to use your airship to carry a crew of other players and serve as a hangar for their aircraft, there won’t be much room left for any other special additions. Jetpacks - utilised solely by smaller races, these are simple, sturdy devices. With in-built parachutes and enough energy to stay airborne for several days, they can get up a decent amount of speed, and depending on the skill of the user, can be highly manoeuvrable. These are equipped with a built-in parachute, and have no proper weapon or customisation slots. However, they do double as backpacks, being able to store extra fuel, equipment, weapons, etc., so that the wearer is able to keep their hands free. Skyfighters - again only able to be used by the smaller species, these speedy, agile fighters are equipped with a single weapon. It is worth noting, however, that while these glorified gliders are able to stay airborne for much longer than most other craft, they’re far from the most versatile of aircraft, and a few well-placed shots in the right place could easily knock them out of the sky. (Pilot teleportation, 1 weapon slots, 1 customisation slot). Rockoh - used primarily by many of the larger races, these stocky, heavily armoured craft are equipped with enhanced engines, capable of putting on incredible, albeit brief, bursts of speed in order to ram targets. As well as their characteristic rams, these craft are usually equipped with two weapons. (Pilot teleportation, 2 weapon slots, 2 customisation slots). Jetrax - the perfect midpoint between speed, agility and firepower, these craft are also used by most of the larger races. Capable of carrying three weapons, the Jetrax model’s most noteworthy vulnerabilities are its two bulky wing-mounted engines. In addition, although most of the vehicle is armoured, the cockpit is not, leaving the pilot somewhat exposed. (Pilot teleportation, 3 weapon slots, 2 customisation slots). Axalara - the biggest and heaviest of the vehicles in the fleet, it’s not as fast or agile as the Jetrax, but is much more heavily armoured. It can carry only two weapons, as its primary purpose is to serve as a bomber, deploying explosives from a hatch underneath to drop onto targets. This aircraft’s main drawback is that its pilot is left even more exposed than that of a Jetrax. (Pilot teleportation, 2 weapon slots, 2 customisation slots, 1 bomb bay). With the exception of jetpacks and airships, which carry parachutes, all vehicles are equipped with teleportation devices that will automatically transport their pilots safely to the nearest stable surface if their aircraft is destroyed, or they’re severely injured. This system is in place to prevent the rampant murdering of PCs, and hopefully stop people from godmodding in order to save their characters from what would otherwise be inescapable deaths. All aircraft share a default cruising speed, which allows them to travel between any of the main settlements within 3-4 hours. While airships and jetpacks cannot accelerate much beyond this cruising speed, most other aircraft can make this trip in roughly half the time, making them ideal for use as messengers or scouts. The crew and pilots of airships, jetpacks, and skyfighters are still able to access their powers and use powered weapons. However, the unique energies that power larger aircraft (Axalara, Rockoh, Jetrax) also render the pilots unable to use any powers or powered weapons they might have, forcing them to rely solely on their vehicle’s capabilities. After the fall of Fe, the means to create new aircraft was shared with all three of the remaining settlements, with advances in development allowing for new innovations in regards to customisation and capabilities. New or replacement aircraft, as well as upgrades to existing ones, can be obtained from staff NPCs such as settlement leaders, usually in exchange for favours or as a reward for some kind of special quest or mission. Rules: Please use IC (in character) and OOC (out of character) tags in your posts. OOC-only posts should be limited solely to the discussion topic. This is a pet peeve of mine, but please put both your character’s name and their location in your posts. It’s confusing for other players seeking interaction, otherwise, especially in an open-world game such as this one. No god-modding, metagaming, fightbotting, autohitting, etc. In general, play fair. Please be considerate of other players, and recognise the distinction between OOC and IC. If someone’s character kills/injures/dislikes one of your characters, it doesn’t mean that their player has a personal problem with you. Most importantly, have fun. _____________________________________________________________________________________ Note: This is not an April Fool’s joke, and permission has been gained from site staff to restart this game:
  18. 1 point
    The Pansarka system's gorgeous, innit?
  19. 1 point
    I know I didn't go over this in the last blog entry, but I'm sure if you remember me at all for some reason, you're probably curious as to where I've been or what I've been doing. The short answer is "none of your ding-danged business." I will say this, however: I do have a handful of things I was working on that were meant to be seen by the BZP public. This includes PIRAKA COMICS, which I know I haven't posted in what, three years? Yikes. Anyway, I've still got plenty of ideas left for it and they're all super amazing and I'm definitely looking forward to unleashing them upon an unsuspecting BZP audience. However, at this point in my life these things unfortunately need to take lower priority. Yeah, sorry about this being so vague. I will say this, though: I'm still here. I've always been here. I just don't post because, well, I really don't have anything to say these days.
  20. 1 point
    Still getting used to this new layout and everything…ah, welcome back everyone! I missed you. Some of you, at least. The rest of you know what you did. Kind of a lot happened over the timeskip: my sister got married, I had a sudden-ish move, and I’m between jobs at the moment. I’ve also been working on my writing, primarily Shooting Star Sonia (3 is almost done!) and a TWEWY fic I’m doing for an event, plus some groundwork for NaNoWriMo and a bit of thought towards Right of Law. And, I’m pleased to say I’ve made some progress on certain issues I’ve been dealing with, though I won’t go into great detail. Come to think of it, my 15th anniversary happened during the break. Let’s see, over the past year I continued working on Shooting Star Sonia and Right of Law, wrote Detective Jaiya and the Baffling Barrier for the Fanfic Exchange, and I won my very first raffle! That’s about it, though. Hard to say what next year will bring, but I’m hoping to make progress on Law, and I’m certainly looking forward to the next Fanfic Exchange! And it seems Mr. Faber could have something interesting in store… That’s, ah, basically all I have to say for now. Oh, and the Steven Universe movie is pretty incredible. Also we’re getting a Mega Man Zero/ZX Legacy Collection in January! Rad stuff.
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    I wasn't able to post about this since BZPower was down when it happened, but, for those that still haven't heard yet: Biological Chronicle is now readable in its entirety on the web, no downloads required! Just go to https://crosswiredgeeks.com/biologicalchronicle (where you can also find all the download links for the PDF version), and start reading! The Standard and Complete versions are both available. More typo fixes are incoming as well! Some of them are already present in the web version, but have yet to be fixed in the PDFs - I'll post a full list of these once I've updated the PDFs.
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    IC: Arero Safe passage with a stranger purchased via handshake. What a novel feeling of adventure. What a painful handshake. "Alright then, first challenge: get to Onu-Koro so I can pack. Lucky for you I know just the way." I slide my foldsack onto my back and set off down the cavern pathway to the city of earth. I'll need several items for the journey. Most importantly a few tools and my maps. I take one last look at the stars before the cavern ceiling makes them disappear. "Think we'll ever have a star up there?" I whisper to myself. Then I jog ahead to keep up with Cipher's toa gait. OOC: Arero and Cipher to Ga-Wahi, unless you have anything else you want to post.
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    IC: Cipher I cracked a smile. That was exactly what I'd intended to suggest. "Couldn't have said it better myself, Arero." I replied, rising to my feet and offering a hand as the other slung my weighty travel bag onto a shoulder. "And normally, I'd tell you my work doesn't come without a price— but in this case I'd say the hospitality and direction'll more than cover it." A mutually beneficial agreement wasn't quite so cut and dry as contracted pay, but the fact of the matter was that it was just as worth honoring— assuming he would either take me to Ta-Koro or Ga-Koro, I'd doubtlessly come along work that could pay out in cold, hard widgets. A good mercenary never worked for free, but a smart one never overlooked the barter system. We both stood to gain, just as he'd surmised. Besides, those were the two most likely spots where I could track down a more familiar face. Everyone won here. An exchange in writing it may not be, but a strong handshake would be agreement enough. "Just keep an eye on me, and I'll keep an eye on you."
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    How much Blog could a woodchuck blog if a woodchuck could chuck Blog? I'm glad BZP is back up and running. Update time! So I've been up to a lot lately. Off and on for the past few years I've been taking a part time/continuing studies program for learning how to make graphic novels, but this fall they announced they were transferring over to a full-time year long intensive graphic novel program. Given how much additional content was being added, how much the courses have developed (my first classes way back were the very first year the continuing studies program began), and how long it'd been since i had taken some of the first courses, I decided to enroll in the full time program from the beginning. It started about a week and a half ago, and it's been a blast! I'm rather enjoying the program so far. A lot of things are familiar, but I'm also learning a lot of new things already. I've even ran into an old friend of mine who's also taking the full-time program as well Part of the program requires that I have a Wacom Cintiq tablet, one of the top of the line ones where the drawing surface has a screen to see directly where you're drawing. The Intuos pro I have doesn't have a screen built in, so I ended up getting the Cintiq 22HD. This kinda worked out nicely as I was already saving up to someday get one, since I was rather disappointed with the Intuos and needed to upgrade to 'professional' hardware at some point anyways. Better sooner then later, I guess? I've only been using it for a few days, but it's feeling great so far. I think I'm going to get used to it quickly! In any case, once the program's finished, I'll be moving back to Ontario, likely to take some further courses to bring my actual artistic skill up to a professional level, if it isn't by the time I've completed the Graphic Novel program. I may also end up taking courses in commercial illustration to further broaden my skill-set and open up more career opportunities, but that'll likely be further down the line. Who knows, maybe some day I may end up actually being a concept artist after all! (For those of you who don't know, I initially came out to Vancouver looking to become one before those dreams were utterly crushed for a variety of reasons, but I wont go into that here.) As for an update on my comic series, a big part of why I haven't been making them like I used to is that I've been holding off, feeling I should wait until I've learned all I could from the graphic novel programs, to make them as best as they can be. I've come to the decision though that rather then waiting until my art is as best as it can be, I really ought to be using them as practice, to help me improve quicker and apply what I'm learning to something I'm actually doing, not to mention giving you guys more stuff to look at!. So more comics in the near future, hopefully! We'll see how much homework kicks my butt :p So that's what's been going on with me. How've you guys been? --Akaku: Master of Flight
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    OOC: yippee! IC [Luntep - just inside Po-Koro]: Well, so far this had been disappointing. Luntep had been in Po-Koro for what, months already? It was hard to keep track of time in such an uneventful village. His rations had already run out, and the one job he could land was miserable and physical. All the tales he'd caught were about some mess over at Ko-Koro he didn't care much about. At least, he'd had lots of time to think. Lots. So, one more day began: He got up from his sleeping corner (right next to the Mahi), greeted that guy he wouldn't dare call "boss" and went out to get some feed, both for him and for the cattle. It was cheap and didn't taste bad. Obviously they'd tell you if it wasn't healthy for Matoran, right? Otherwise you'd need a permit to buy it. And of course his... that guy cared enough about him to not let him eat things that'd kill him and make him useless, right? "So yeah, he ate Mahi feed and liked it." He left the store wondering why everyone stared at him, carrying the sack of feed with both hands. His bag was slung the usual way, containing some widgets along the now-traditional five discs and a key. Knowing that key's purpose was at the bottom of his priority list right now, next to changing that old Kaukau for something cooler, like a Komau or something. Not a Mahiki though, he hated those. It was in the middle of this aimless pondering (he hated that word now, pondering. it sounded so stupid) that a voice shot his way. He didn't know what to do now. A voice, directed to him? Unlikely. Who'd want to address some slow-thinking Earth guy that smells like Mahi? However, there was barely anybody else the voice could've been aiming towards, so he decided to turn around and address it. "Oh-" Luntep wasn't really sure what he expected the voice to come from, but it probably wasn't a large, spiky brute with silver armour and a massive grin. Unfortunately, that was the exact source of the voice, so a fair amount of the confidence he'd entered this potential conversation with was now lost. "...mmm...me?"
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    im glad u appreciate my buffoonery
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    IC: The Thug(Zekev)/Just Outside Po-Koro I was . Royally . After all the nonsense we went through in Ko-Koro, this was how they repaid us?! Admittedly, we would have done the same. But it's still not fair! I had been stewing in my and vinegar for... angel, days now? Weeks? Feels like forever since the retreat column was broken up by that Rahkshi attack. More Makuta treachery, those motherless- I stopped then. I was honestly lost. I tried to recall the path we were supposed to take, the path I had tried to regain after the column was broken up and I... I became lost. Stones, I can't think in this heat! Well, there was nothing else but to trust in my gut. Blackrock Canyon couldn't have been too far... When I blinked the sweat out of my eyes, I saw, on the edge of vision, a mirage. No, not a mirage... "Po-Koro! I won't be dying today!" I raced toward the village, and the vision became clearer. It was not a mirage, but the City of Stone, in the, err, stone. I reached the gates, and the Guard surprisingly let me in. Don't get me wrong, I was relieved, but a little disappointed my record in Ga was probably isolated to the bottom of their case files. The town was bigger than I remembered, too big for my liking. Looking around, I spotted a Matoran in purple, probably an Earth Matoran, those nerds. "Hey fella. You know the nearest watering hole?" OOC: That's your character, Lipuret.
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    I finished LEGO Marvel's Avengers a few days ago. Although it's structured much like Batman 3, the content made this game seem better by comparison (especially since unlocking all the necessary character abilities is much easier to figure out). My main issue is the lack of actual maps to help me navigate the hub areas, especially the massive Manhattan hub that's mostly similar to the one in Marvel Super Heroes (not to mention how ridiculous it is that simply viewing the overview world forces you to leave whatever hub area you're in). At least the story content was interesting, such as the three bonus levels being unlocked halfway through, giving you the option of playing those levels or continuing with the main story. I also liked the ability to have your characters actively use finishing moves against enemies or team-up moves (some of which are quite amusing). Overall, this was a nice game, but I wouldn't quite rank it among my top favorites. Next game for me; LEGO Star Wars - The Force Awakens I'm looking forward to this game, as it has not only some features previously seen in the other Lego Star Wars games, but also includes some features that were entirely new to any Lego games at the time (and would become a major part of many later games). This is also going to be the last Lego game I plan on playing this year (I intend to get through the rest of them next year), and at the rate I've been completing these games, it looks like there's a good chance that I'll have plenty of time to spare before I'm ready to move on to the next one.
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    IC: Cipher Sitting down, I hastily finished the remains of my half before washing it down with a sip of his offered tea. It was a subtle flavor, but one that helped to soothe my aching mind and smooth out my voice— it'd honestly been a while since I used it in any real capacity. Couple days, a week... Time was hard to keep track of in the tunnels. I met his wink, however, with a wry chuckle. "You'd think that." I followed his prior gaze up to the stars as I took another drink of the cactus-infused water, mild bitterness coating my tongue. Supposedly there was one up there for me— spirit stars were a legend everyone on the island had heard of since childhood, but to be honest? I'd never been able to place mine. A whole sea of them twinkled in upon the blue-black canvas of night, but there were none I'd felt any particular connection to. Just assumed it was one of the many. Well, maybe that was because mine never stuck around, just like the Toa it had represented. If finding me was a fool's errand, maybe the Great Spirit had seen fit to return the favor when I looked up. I wouldn't put it past him. "Unfortunately, with my... abstract navigational skill, " Careful wording. "news has a nasty habit of getting away from me— Or more accurately, I spend more time getting away from it. Lot more days somewhere in the desert than in the Po-Koro bazaar, you know?" That said, I'd give it a shot. If he wanted a good conversation and had paid in tea, I can at least say I honored my contract. Important as a mercenary. I began to gather my thoughts. "Lemme think. Biggest thing by far is that Ko-Koro's been overrun by Makuta-worshippers a little while back. If you were planning on a day trip, you'd do well to stay away. I also heard that Ta-Koro got... hit recently. Nothing like Ko, they're not overrun, but they had a bad raid for certain. I remember hearing the Lavapool Inn got real jacked up over there. Meant to go see for myself, but life had different ideas. Po-Koro's rail line is up and running now..." There was a lot I'm missing. Some of it was my fault, but there was a lot of info I just didn't have. I hadn't swung east towards the jungle in ages, for instance. "Those are all the places I've visited recently. If I had to guess, the Ussalry's mobilizing because our home's become much more dangerous on the whole." The image of a gaunt and dark figure, holding a blade coated in liquid crimson that stained the white fields at his feet, flashed through my mind. I had him. If I was a minute faster, I had him. He would have been dead to rights and naught but smoke. ... Well, I wasn't faster. For all the pain our rag-tag team could have avoided, there was no changing the past. "That's all I've got, unfortunately." I grinned in apology, wan and somewhat embarrassed by being the one to admit how lost I always got. I'd have never heard the end of it if Arero was one of the usual gadflies I'd befriended in my travels. Hopefully, he wouldn't turn out that way. "I'll admit that I'm surprised you didn't know more. Not many traders coming Onu-Koro's way to feed the rumor mill?"
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    IC | Yumiwa Umbraline Hey there! Remember me? I haven't put an entry in here for a while, and I'm sorry. The thing is that there are a lot of things I do besides what I document, and I can get carried away in those things for so long that I forget to write about the rest of life. For that, I apologize, and it was never my intention to abandon you in ignorance. Anyway, I need to tell you of a mistake I made recently that has torn me asunder ever since. I'd spent most of the day at court with all that remained of my privy council discussing policies and issues and around late afternoon I had decided that was enough and called the meeting to a close. Since the nigh-dissolution of the previous cabinet, it's been... hard to get things done, and I've found myself caught in more catch-22s than I'd imagined. People seem to think me both inconsequential and essential, too weak to be effective and yet too important to handle the smaller issues, too young to lead and yet too dedicated to not lead, too much this thing and yet too much this other thing. Some think I was the one to tear this glorious empire in pieces, and yet others assert I was a victim of circumstances and machinations far beyond any Rora’s control and should not bear the guilt myself. And these arguments surround me even when in the company of good people, and good people, I’ve learned, are hard to find and harder to keep. It started with sending the expedition to the land of Mata Nui. Despite the supposed benefits supporters of the expedition purported, it has effectively removed a sizable Menti force from the Archipelago, and with it went both my best friend and confidante and a leading Umbraline military commander and cousin. And then, in the midst of my fraught assertion of authority, Battlemaster Inokio, my chief tutor and captain of my guard, vanished, followed in short order by my beloved sister, Desemona who disappeared so wholly that not even family-hired detectives scouring the streets found no trace of her. (Addendum: Where are you, Des? I hope you’re safe. I know you’re not dead, you simply can’t be—and my Mindarm seances tell me your presence is somewhere. Dang it, I miss you! I miss your little laugh, your smile, your sharp wit that bites at my ego in the right ways. And I need that. I need you. And I’m sorry. Please come back soon.) And even my uncle Rayuke, who typically keeps in the shadows, has not helped. A man who serves to provide clarity and truth in the webs of deceit in Sado has all but done that. He still stays introverted as ever, but now he attends meetings occasionally and overtly tells me that he is doing covert work, telling us that he is doing this and doing that and yet not allowing even me to be aware of his actions. I do not oppose his purpose or reject his wisdom but he is not the calming man I remember from my youth, and when ask for his advice he says nothing. In the place of my guardians and advisers I was forced to accept a new privy council mostly comprised of conniving diplomats, ambitious toroshu, and a few military commanders. Rayuke chose the council members for me, and while he never admitted to it outright his fingerprints were all over the selections. It’s not a bad council, which is why I assented to the appointments, but it is a petty and bickering one and the sway I hold over it varies by the day and by the issue. And without my tutors and mentors and allies, the only real friendships I’ve developed were with my books. Tomes, you see, don’t foment betrayal or make tantrums; they are patient and wise and always give the same sound advice. I’ve been turning to my books more and more in the past years. I was a fully-fledged bookworm as princess, but in recent months my reading has become more of an addiction than a pastime. I try to polish the things I know and learn new strategies with the knowledge in these tomes, but it almost feels like a senseless uphill climb as every time I grasp a new concept ten new different challenges present themselves to me in the empire. Most days I return from court and plant myself on a balcony or in my library to read, and read, and read. And read. Zafin tells me I should get out more—and I do! but only to attain more books. The last time I wandered into the streets of Sado was when I ran out on my own, wrapped in a cowl with tears streaking down my face, to look for my sister. That went on for a fair while until members of the Guard finally caught me, discreetly dragged my butt back to the towers, and hushed any mention of my escapade. That was not all that long ago but it feels like forever ago. Day turns to night, and while the streets of Sado are always bathed with bright light, illumination is more scarce in the cozy nooks of my apartments, which nine times out of ten is where I end up sprawling to read until well past the twelfth bell toll. And in the dim light, out of disdain for moving away from my perch, I’ll keep the books pressed close to my face. This, I suppose, taxes my eyesight. And so, as I said, I had spent the day doing my duties and was on my balcony, relishing in the feeling of the late-afternoon sunlight warming my tight muscles after sitting stiffly in a chilly chamber all day. Zafin had come up behind me and gently rubbed my shoulders, trying her best to unravel the knots I got from hunching so much. We talked quietly for a moment, killing time while servants came and went to drop snacks and tea for me, and then: “Yumi,” she exclaimed and pointed at the sky, “look! The utucans must be migrating back early this year! This is the second time I’ve seen a flock this afternoon.” “Where are they?” I asked in bewilderment. “There!” she said pointing more emphatically, “just passing by the Spire of Knowledge!” “Where!?” I almost cried out. I love seeing utucans and their brightly colored bills and shy little faces and was getting really frustrated that she was toying with me in the moment. They're one of my favorite birds and I was in no shape for such teasing. Behind us, the shocked servant dropped her tray of biscuits in a clamor. Zafin turned to stand almost directly in front of me. “Yumi,” she said in a dead-serious tone. “How do you see me?” “I can see your beautiful face just fine, Zafin. What are you talking—“ “And the flowers on the balustrade? What kinds are they?” “Also just fine. Those are irises and chrysanthemums.” “Okay, now turn around, please. How many books are on the table there?” I turned and looked at her… but I wasn’t sure how many books there were. Not wishing to be made a fool, I just said whatever I thought it was. “Se… ven. Seven.” “Okayyyyy there’s actually a full ten. Now. How many fingers is Tyee holding up? Tyee!?” She said clapping at the named servant for the belayed response to the cue. “Three!” I said in confidence. “No, Yumi. One. One finger. And there was a flock of utucans.” She sounded defeated. I sounded worse. “I couldn’t… see the birds…” I admitted with tears welling again. "I've... been having vision problems for a while. And I'm scared of losing my sight." My mistake was not in reading so long past nightfall, or with my nose shoved in the pages. It was not even admitting this flaw of mine to my handmaiden. No, my mistake was in not quashing this immediately, for not commanding the reticence of the witnesses on the spot until later. As it was, word got out almost immediately, probably through the servants who can’t help but gossip about the things they see us royals do. You know how I mentioned that everyone has an opinion of what I should and should not be doing, having, and saying? Well who in the goddesses blue world would have expected that such fervor and scandal would be sparked over what style and brand of glasses the rora should wear?????
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    Unfortunately there's no way to bring this back. It was a change Invision made that we had no choice in.
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    IC: Given the calm silence that permeated the chapel a mere minute before, Nichou was pleasantly surprised for a joke to be one of the first things Brykon said to him after introducing himself. Nichou chuckled at the toa's remark, a well-placed moment of levity after the few minutes of prayer and self-reflection of those in the chamber "Thank you, I'm glad to hear how much my work is helping them. I have much practice creating furniture, sculptures, and trinkets, but architecture is a skill I did not have much training in before now - the only work on buildings I did before I came here was when I helped during in the reconstruction of Onu-Koro after the rahkshi attack at the end of the war. I've learned a lot during my time here - by walking down the street I can see just how much my buildings have improved over time. Knowing the difference that each home makes in the lives of the refugees inspires me to make each home better than the last." "It's a shame they lost their original homes, but maybe one day Ko-Koro could be rebuilt. That's the true victory - even if an army is able to drive out the makuta-worshippers and mercenaries, the final way to defeat Makuta's destruction is to create - rebuilding and repopulating Ko-Koro. If such a thing is possible is the question all the akiri must be asking themselves." "How do you think this war with the new Ko-Koro will end?"
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    The reason I’m still here is mainly that I want to finish posting my colossal epic (in terms of size, not necessarily quality), End of a Universe, Birth of a Kingdom. I’ve been working on it since 2013 (albeit with breaks lasting months, at times) and even though it is very time-consuming (and very few people read it) I would still like to finish it. There are also other reasons, the main one being that even though it has been nearly 10 years since the end of BIONICLE (I prefer to pretend that Gen2 never existed), it still manages to stimulate my imagination. Even now, I can still think back to the storyline and try to fill plot holes and invent new details (something which I’ve done abundantly in my epic)... and whenever I rewatch a piece of Bionicle movie (well, the first three, at least), rediscover an old animation (the Templar ones are the absolute best) or listen to Bionicle music, it still strikes a chord. Of course, if I ever finish End of a Universe, Birth of a Kingdom, I’ll probably then leave for good. There are actually a couple more short epics I would like to write, but I seriously doubt I’ll ever find the time... and at some time one does have to put this childhood stuff behind, no matter how great it was back in the day. I admit I might re-evaluate this idea if Faber really pulls off some kind of reboot next year... but what are the chances of that?
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    IC: Ame and Baden, outside the Wall of History "So... a lot's happened," the Electric Toa surmized. "We've been gone since time itself began, really." He turned to look at his old friend. "There's no place for us in this world. Not anymore. Truthfully, I don't recall if there ever was." "Our memories may have faded, but that doesn't mean they never happened," Ame reassured Baden. "We just need to find a purpose. We need to figure out how to live in this new world." "I'm a Toa. I know what place I have." Baden took a few strides forward and stared into the Ta-Koro market square. "This Echelon guy... the guard earlier mentioned there had been a murder here. I don't want to disturb the authorities or interrupt their work. But this Echelon guy sounds bad enough to cause something like that." Baden turned back towards his orange-and-white companion. "And what happened at Ko-Koro... you read the horror stories. They gunned down innocents who were promised safe passage!" Sparks crackled from the Toa's clenched fist. "I'm a Toa. I'm supposed to fight evil, and this Echelon guy is as evil as they come. I'm going to kill him and save the island." "Baden! Don't be senseless!" The Turaga hurried to Baden's side, and grabbed his fist. "We have no idea just how terrible Echelon is! A foe like that-" "You think I'm not strong enough?" "I know you aren't experienced enough. Don't rush to your death, Baden." The blue-and-white Toa turned again, and began walking into Ta-Koro's public square. "Even if I die, it won't be for nothing. I could hurt him, I could even stop him! A Toa's duty is to protect the innocent. It seems there's a been a shortage of that recently. I need to do this." "And you're the one who will fix that?" The Turaga followed next to the Toa as they began descending one Ta-Koro avenue. "This is too sudden, Baden! You're going to be overwhelmed and killed! We don't even know if this Echelon guy is still down there! For all we know, something worse could've shown up and killed him! This Makuta could even have faked his death and is down there plotting his revenge! Or maybe it's just an empty cave down there! You might survive long enough to witness how pointless this whole endeavor is, but then get lost in that labyrinth and still never make it out! Please, Baden, listen to me when I say you should not go looking for trouble at Kini-Nui!" "A Toa should seek out evil, rather than wait for evil to make itself known. Whatever I find, I'll deal with it. Besides, no one knew we even existed, so no one will even notice my death." "Except me, who will be left alone in this world." The pair walked in silence for a minute. As they passed a bar, the Turaga spoke again. "Baden, if you're this sure of yourself, I can't stop you, but come with me for a minute. Let's sit and share a drink. A little refreshment before the road to Kini-Nui." There was a sadness in his voice, and a tone of desperation. Baden sighed, and stopped. "Okay, Ame. We'll share a drink, for your sake." The pair entered the bar, which seemed a little rustic. They picked a table by the door, and Ame went to the bar for drinks. As it turns out, hibernating in a cave for unknown centuries doesn't build any good credit to open a tab on. Ame grabbed two waters instead. On his return to the table, he noticed a group of people at the farther, shadier part of the establishment. "Ignore them, Baden. They seem like the sort of crowd best avoided," he said as he placed the glasses on the table. The two sat quietly until their drinks were as half empty as their hopes. "You're really going to go down through Kini-Nui?" "It's better than just sitting around in town. When I come back, perhaps we can collect a reward that'll help us get our own place. Maybe we could find some steady work, even." "That would be nice. We could have our own hole in the wall." "I'm going to be back, Ame. I won't leave you alone in this world." "And what if you do? How am I to live if I lose my only friend?" "You'll live." Baden took a long draw of his water. "You'll find new friends. You'll find a place to rest your head and kick up your feet. I know you're going to make it, Ame. We survived that cave, we can survive boring life in town." "I know you'll make it too! I'll ask a final time: please don't go down Kini-Nui. You can have all of that life too! You have the whole world ahead of you, please don't throw your life away over a hunch that there may be some bad guy who you may be able to defeat." Ame let his hand rest over Baden's. "I've made up my mind, Ame." Baden finished his water and stood up. "When I return from the caves and tunnels, will I see your smiling face? Or will I have only the clouds and the birds to watch for?" "You'll not only see me, but I'll give you the greatest hug there ever was." As Ame stood, members of that aforementioned crowd began to make their way out of the bar. "Let them pass," he warned Baden. They waited for them to leave the bar before they themselves exited. OOC: Interacting with Razgriz and Krayzikk's group if ya'll want. Otherwise, in your next posts just acknowledge The Toa of Lightning and Turaga of Plasma walking past you, and Baden and Ame will zoom over to Kini-Nui.
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    Hitting the nail right on the head, IMO. Regardless of what proportions a Bionicle set should have (being, as we all know, a toy), alien and robot designs in film should match form to function; the Xenomorph from Alien or the bugs from District 9 look odd as a prerequisite for those films to work; robots like Wall-E are designed for cuteness in mind, etc. Since we're supposed to see the Toa (and Glatorian) almost as superheroes, they should look, well, like superheroes, and have proportions to match. The proportions of the '02 Toa Nuva are such that, if put to screen exactly as they are, they would have elongated arms and over-sized heads; they would look more like gorillas than Power Rangers! Miramax (rightly) did what they could to make the designs more palpable for a film. They had a slightly easier job with the Toa Metru (who had the most human proportions of any canister Bionicle set), but you can see with the Hordika they just can't make it work; the Hordika are supposed to be weird looking, of course, but they're also supposed to be the heroes were know and love. The set-to-film approach The Legend Reborn takes would have been more successful if the characters they had to depict had sets that were more human in proportion (a la, the Metru). Instead we have the Inika build to work with, with its too-flat torso and over-long arms. Mata Nui's shoulder-blades look awesome in set form and totally ridiculous on-screen, IMO.
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    Can't wait to see what's in store. It's good to be back.
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    This was something that I was thinking a little bit about lately while looking at highly divisible numbers. And then, today, I was thinking about how Tolkien (the BZPer, not the original) started developing the Matoran language based off of canon materials. It actually just occured to me, though, that the original canon didn't really do justice to how the Matoran would have likely had a very different view of numbers than humans do. Let's consider: in just about every set, Matoran don't have ten fingers. The Miramax films gave them ten, but that's just one interpretation. Eight seemed to be the norm once 2010 rolled around. Why would they use Base 10? Culturally, could something else have sufficed? And what would have been the most fun learning. This ties in with a question someone on BZPower asked a few years ago (okay, over a decade ago): Why six sets? Why not five? Or seven? Four? Why that seemingly arbitrary number? It wasn't something that I had much of an answer for at the time, but now that I think about it, I realize that it has a lot to do with six being a strong composite number, the product of the first two prime numbers. There are nice advantages to being able to divide your lineup into either two groups of three or three groups of two. That sort of happened with the three virtues, in a way, as each village began breaking them down into subcategories of thought. With that in mind, I would imagine that the most appropriate base for the Matoran would be Base 6. It simply matches their culture. It also would have been the simplest for kids to learn. Alternatively, I could also see Base 12 or 36. Given their astronomy, I actually kind of like Base 36. It's 6^2, and I can imagine a month on Mata Nui lasting for about that long. I know, I know, it was later revealed that they didn't come from Mata Nui, or that planet at all. I guess that picking a numeral system based off of time and astronomy depends on whether or not you think that it would have been cool for the first three years, or for the entirely of the G1 run. Assuming the latter, a unique number system and means of keeping track of time might have been interesting foreshadowing for later revelations of the Matorans' history. For example, a base 36 system might have been an possible early hint that there were more Toa teams. Of course, their writing system doesn't make this particular base system ideal. I did always wish that the Matoran number system wasn't almost exactly like their alphabet. I think that it would still be great if it incorporated circles into the number writing system, but not as framing devices. Rather, I would want to see circles being a strong, consistent feature throughout the numbers, but used in a different way than the letters, such as how circles have formed a unique part in representing the various virtues and values of the Matoran villages*. Or, perhaps they wouldn't use circles, and they would resemble variants of the Toa's symbols. Or it could be a mixed radix system, or a combination of things. It doesn't have to be a positional notation system at all. It could potentially use a far more poetic way of representing large numbers, and they wouldn't necessarily require a base at all. At least, not in their written language. Perhaps they would still speak in something such as 6, 12, or 36. However they wrote it down, it would probably be a very good featural, logical writing system. While their alphabet isn't featural, being essentially a carbon copy of the arbitrary Roman alphabet, their number system was. There were pretty consistent patterns behind their numbers. I thought that it said something about their culture, too. Still, what if it hadn't been simple numeral and positional notation? Kids across the world were scrapping to translate Matoran signs on MNOG. Translating the letters was a little hard, but translating the numbers was easy. What if something had been done about those to make them their own separate puzzle? Alternatively, because they're kind of robots, sometimes depicted with four or eight, they speak in hexadecimal. That would be interesting, and also fitting, although I like the highly composite numbers more. As I said, I think that it fits with their overall culture more. 24601 *The alliteration was purely an accident, I swear.
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    I would want a fresh continuity, but with essentially the same pitch. The main different would be that the original story could branch off completely after 2001. One of the defining things for me about Bionicle is the characters. Bionicle is not like Power Rangers where the pitch isn't necessarily the characters so much as its unique formula, or Jurassic Park where the franchise is pitched around a what if question. It's more like Friends. Bionicle's characters are central to make it what it is. Even when they made new Toa sets in G1, they were still characters who were around since the beginning. The Toa Metru, the Toa Ignika; they were all named characters with memorable personalities already in 2001. This opinion runs counter to what I've seen other people demand, and evidently what sales have demanded, but I also think that they would best be served to stick with the same team throughout the entire run of the series. The main reason that the team was swapped out as the main focus was because of the need for new sets, but the solution for that would be to include something inherent in the story that insured that the Toa went through regular physical transformations. It isn't hard to write in; there were already elements of Bionicle mysticism that allowed characters to fuse together into Kaita. It's in keeping with the mysticism found in the series. In any case, I just think that from a storytelling perspective, the deepest and most profound story would be told by starting with a classic cast of characters, and sticking with those characters throughout the whole run. Nobody said that Harry Potter needed to change its main character in order to not become stale. The story merely grew, and took its main character along with it in that growth. Write the Toa not as static characters, but as individuals capable of personal growth and evolution from year to year over the course of the entire series run. 24601
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    time to to yeet this place back into business
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    At this point in the timeline(s), the [First] Galactic Empire probably has the edge. The amount of Toa (and Glatorian gifted with elemental abilities) is quite small at this point in time, and new ones are not likely to be created: Mata Nui is dormant, and thus can't bestow powers on the (naturally reproducing) Glatorian; the destiny of all Toa has been fulfilled as the Great Spirit Robot is no longer functioning (as a result, I assume that new Toa are not likely to come into existence, as they would have no "destiny" to fulfill). Don't get me wrong, each Toa would probably be able to take down more than their fair share of Stormtroopers and their support groups (in particular, Takanuva might have an edge on those wielding the Dark Side of the Force, but don't quote me on that). Yet the Empire has a ridiculous number of reserves, even after the Death Star has been destroyed. The denizens of Spherus Magna can’t afford to lose more than ten or so Toa, while the Empire could probably easily afford to lose 20,000 or so Stormtroopers. Even if each Toa took out 500 Stormtroopers before expiring, the Empire would still likely have enough reserves to win. Even if the Empire lost Darth Vader in the field (likely, given Vader likes to go in with the troops) the Emperor is much more powerful and, moreover, rarely reveals himself. Since the Toa do not know about the Emperor (their best chance of finding out would be a lucky break with a Kanohi Suletu), they might not know their best chance is to rush in and take him out (which they could do, given their vast array of elemental and mask powers--especially the Kanohi Calix). That said, I’m trying to remember if there are any game-breaking Kanohi that could turn the tide. None of the Legendary Kanohi seem to be useful in this scenario (the Mask of Life cannot be wielded, Creation would not seem to help, and no one on Spherus Magna (or even the universe) is powerful enough to use the Vahi to its full potential). The Mask of Gravity might be able to disrupt the orbits of battle stations like the Death Star (although no Death Stars are in the field at this point in the Galaxy) or battlecruisers like Star Destroyers. Whether or not one Garai user could accomplish this is an open question; the Toa may need more than one copy of the mask, and we don’t know how many they have or how many Kanoka they have to make them. The Toa could use Kanohi Mohtrek to even their numbers, but that mask is immoral and would not be used. If Komau can be used ignobly then this is an option too, albeit one that would never be considered.
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    OOC: Korero from Le-Wahi IC (Korero) Wind howled in Korero's ears. Free-fall tugged at his stomach. In other circumstances he'd have Jumped back into the abandoned house the Maru had used as a rally point. But his intervention in Oreius' duel had been a kick to the hornets' nest: Ko-Koro would be on high alert, even if Stannis, Sulov and Leah had managed to reach the hostages without an alarm being raised, which seemed unlikely. Stealth was now a luxury he couldn't afford: he had to find the others as quickly as possible, and the fastest way to do that was from above. So he'd Jumped into thin air, about a kio above the Ko-Koro rooftops. He tilted his body forward like a skydiver, arms stretched back in a V-shape for balance, and dropped faster through the freezing Ko-Wahi air. Calling on his elemental powers, he bent the air currents to his will, summoning winds to catch him and turn his fall into flight. Soaring, he cast his eyes down at the city of ice, seeking urgently for signs of battle or escape. It didn't take him long to find them. As he zeroed in on the area around the warehouse, his attention was grabbed by a Kahu launching itself into flight from nearby. He could just about make out a number of figures on its back before it sped off into the mountains. He had no time to spare wondering who was escaping on the bird, or why: cobblestones were rushing up to meet him. Jets of air slowed his fall to a momentary, unsteady hover, and he dropped the remaining bio's distance into the street amid a shockwave of gusts. In a heartbeat, his shield was off his back and on his forearm, interposed between him and an oncoming wave of Ko-Koro's occupiers. He looked quickly back over his shoulder, at the rag-tag but obviously resilient group of infiltrators that were still standing. "The other Maru," he asked urgently. "Where are they?"
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    OOC: Forgot I'd transitioned to first-person with this guy a while back, whoops. IC: Cipher I felt the corners of my mouth tighten as my jaw took a split second to clench and unclench itself. I hated this being pointed out for me, I'd gotten grease from all directions for it— but in the... I turned, sizing up the voice's owner neutrally. Too short to be a Toa like me, but casual enough in chatting up one that was a vagabond. Mildly ballsy, really. I doubted I looked any breed of sheveled. ...In the Po-Matoran's defense, I'd made it pretty clear with how I was muttering to myself. "Well," I began, shifting my oversized travel pack a little on my back. "You could say that. I'd argue 'lost' implies I'm on my way somewhere, though. Right now, that's a 'not really'." I folded my arms. He seemed a bit nosy, but I hadn't talked to anyone in a good while— some semantics probably would keep my head on straight in the long run. Wherever Fulminea ended up after Ko-Wahi... I hoped that kid was doing okay. She knew how to get under my skin as well as Shaddix himself, especially regarding my proclivity for travel, but her heart was a good one through and through. "So no, not really. Just wandering."
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    I remember there was a preliminary animation and size comparison showing the GSR "running" across the surface of the earth, which also had an image of Mata Nui being roughly the same size as Denmark, for obvious reasons.
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    IC: A fresh glass of ale slid across the bar to the silent toa of crystal, who responded with a courteous nod in the bartender's direction. Vrill took a sip while he stared at the newcomer entering the gates. This new toa seemed rather embarrassed at the disheveled appearance of his armor, as he not-so-subtly shifted his clothing around to look less like he left his equipment in a mahi pen for a week. Looks like this guy hasn't seen a koro in a lon- Vrill's train of thought was derailed by the telltale screeching of a... kahu? The bird's strained calls turned out not to be, as Vrill initially theorized, a sign that he had been drinking too much, but instead the noises of a real kahu. A real kahu that apparently held more people than recommended by Le-Koronan air traffic safety standards, one of whom immediately performed an emergency dismount with the finesse of a matoran after having a bit too much Salamander's. In his months in Ihu-Koro, Vrill had never seen an entrance quite like that. Time to investigate... The toa used his powers to seal his glass (Never let good ale go to waste!) and fused that glass to the crystalline outer layer of his armor, before jogging out of the bar and towards the gate. Some guardsmen were approaching the scene, while a few others sprinted inside the koro to get a doctor. Once Vrill got to the landing site, he was able to get a closer look at that toa from earlier - his armor was mostly made of wood, practically rotten at this point, with enough dents and scrapes in it that it looked a failed experiment at training a rahkshi to be a carpenter. While this toa looked like he literally lived under a rock, he did jump at the first chance to help a stranger out, so perhaps his heart wasn't as rotten as his armor... ...Although, I'd bet almost any cold-blooded killer on the island would rush to the aid of a swooning Le-Toa who looked like that... Vrill was no doctor, so he left treating wounds to the professionals that would arrive any minute, and turned to the others who arrived on the Gukko - who each looked like they took a beating just as bad, with too many blood stains within that crew to tell who was bleeding or who was trying to stop it. "Who are all of you and what caused this to happen?"
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    IC: And dreadfully distinct against the dark, a tall blue man pondered. "...Should have been a left at that ravine." He looked back at the tunnel behind him, doubtlessly leading into a dizzying system of caves that stretched throughout the Wahi. Perhaps even further throughout the undergrowth of the island in general, for that matter— Not everything was mapped. Cave systems got very extensive once you hit a certain threshold for depth. ... Wasn't like mapping helped him any. "Ah, Karz. It keeps happening." With tired resignation, he stalked forward once again, across the barren surface of a region infamous for the subterranean. At least at this point he could confidently say there was nowhere that he hadn't popped up— and his finally got to feel soil beneath his tired feet as opposed to stone. They said the give was good for the joints! Beneath unchallenged starlight, the eternal wanderer's lonesome march carried him wherever it did the same as it always had. Without pause, without complaint, and without the barest hint of direction. Feels like home.
  49. 1 point
    This blog is my property.
  50. 1 point
    there is nothing you could do to disappoint me more folks, this login, 9/11, the week has simply been terrible EDIT: i have been informed that 9/11 was some time ago now, but it still gives me the creeps. i will not back down
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