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The Leonn Files: Entry #1 Subject Matter: Requested profiles of Dark Hunter correspondents. Entry: "As I've already informed you, I've managed to slither my way into what looks to be a guerilla operation with two Dark Hunters operatives. The agents I'm working are not pursuing a formal bounty, as much as what looks to be settling a past vendetta. Two Toa in particular, a Po-Toa named Stannis and a nameless other one. I haven't yet heard the story behind this, but as I am currently en route to where we estimate the Toa to be situated, so it's likely I'll learn at least enough of the situation to come to my own conclusion. It's largely irrelevant to you, in any case. Attached is a small dossier that highlights some of the key traits I've noticed thus far." ~'Ghost' #1 Alias/Name: Vyarik (No discernable alias, rather silly of him) Appearance: A size-changer, due to his Kanohi. Consistent things about his appearance include his colouring of black and crimson and quite impressive figure. A Muaka skull sits on his shoulder. Armaments: Other than his Pehkui, he only really seems to carry around his two blades. Clearly confident in his abilities, then, unless there's a trick that I'm missing. Personality Quirks And Modus Operandi: Vyarik is, from what I can gather, the more decisive of the two. From context clues in the brief conversations we've had in the journey up from Ta-Metru, Vyarik has a fixation on these Toa that hints at something of a past encounter. He hasn't yet divulged much information regarding this, but due to knowing the Po-Toa by name, I can only assume there's some sort of a rivalry. This is highly unusual for Dark Hunters, most of them tend not to stray from their usual marks unless absolutely required, and fewer still hold the confidence and arrogance that Vyarik is displaying at this moment in time. Due to Stannis being on the bounty list prior, I can only assume that the Toa was a failed assasination, perhaps one that Vyarik forged a grudge with. As an aside, I've seen his swordwork firsthand, and it is admittedly excellent. Remind me to inform you of the chaos that is also ensuing in Ta-Metru in detail next time. Nasty business, truly. #2 Alias/Name: Waveahk (Cannot discern whether this is an alias or not, at this point in time. Assume it isn't, for now.) Appearance: An ugly one. A Steltian Elite, but a mutant one, it looks like, with webbed feet and scaly skin that implies either a forced or accidental transformation prior to his enlistment. Forced mutation isn't an unKnown thing in the Hunters, as I'm sure you're aware, so both possibilities are on the table. In any case, his general appearance is rather robust, with blue armour and proud blazing orange eyes. Seems to dry up when not given water, and has even stated that with liquids he grows stronger. Armaments: A trident that fires laser beams. Quite fancy. Also a less graceful zamor launcher, one I've not seen the functions of yet. Personality Quirks And Modus Operandi: He hasn't revealed quite as much in his demeanour as Vyarik has, aside from being vaguely rude. He was the first to ask about my falsified mark, earlier, which could suggest a more suspicious side than his bruiser friend has revealed. As a result he interests me less than Vyarik, though perhaps that is a mistake. He lacks the notable vendetta that Vyarik also holds on his shoulder, making his motives less easy to discern. Perhaps he is hoping that the Shadowed One reimburses him for his extended efforts? Steltian Elites tend to vie for power, so that could also factor in. If he survives our skirmish with the Toa, perhaps I'll learn more. END ENTRY. (completely non canon, by the by, i just wanted to have some fun)

IC: Oreius | Temple Assault There—he spotted a Toa of Gravity at the edge of the battle. Jephro was focused on a massive being who seemed to be dealing with multiple opponents with ease. Oreius gripped his remaining sword as he watched the titan withstand damage that would incapacitate or kill any normal person. If he distracted Jephro, this colossus would wipe the ground with his allies. He needed to help them take it out. The fire had abated a little: the League soldiers didn't want to shoot their champion. Oreius took advantage of this lull to duck out from the rubble and approach the battle proper. As he did, he activated his mask. His Kanohi was always on at a low level, constantly feeding him information about his environment and the beings around him. It was his sacred duty to carry this mask: a lesser man might abuse its power for his own gain, or eventually be worn down by the incessant tide of mental noise. But the Toa of Fire served Mata Nui alone, and so he stood firm amidst the torrent of knowledge. Like a rock, he withstood the current and let it pass around him; he was in the river, but not of it. As he walked forward, he filtered out the information he didn't need, focusing the brunt of his mask's power on the titanic being of unknown species. The mask would cause certain points to catch his eye, as though they were reflecting a light. Oreius noted a few weak points in the being's armour—places where a sharp knife could slip in with minimal effort. But even those weaknesses seemed muted, like his Kanohi was pointing them out halfheartedly. Like they would allow only false pain and temporary injury. Oreius frowned, and continued to focus. His mask glowed as it probed his chosen opponent, searching for its true weakness.

IC: Taja | Ko-Metru Chute Lights flickered outside the translucent walls of the chute. Looking out, Taja felt a chill run down her spine as she watched the sun rise and set multiple times in a matter of moments. The moons blinked on and off like great white eyes. The stars wheeled and spun overhead, rearranging themselves into strange shapes and foreign constellations. When the celestial lights finally came to a stop, the moons and sun aligned in a solar eclipse that turned the world dim and cold. The city was bathed in weak, silvery light; it was a light that hardly illuminated, a light that carried no warmth with it. A dead, stale, metallic light. The De-Matoran felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead and under her arms. This was worse than before. The earlier phenomenon had been strange, but at least the stars remained the same. Now the heavens were alien beyond recognition. All the work of Ko-Metru was rendered useless in an instant. She placed a hand on the her bag and felt the outline of the iStone inside; the coordinates it carried were now nothing more than strings of random letters and numbers. As incomprehensible to her as they would be to any other Matoran. What to do next? She didn't know. The world was becoming strange, and she was helpless. Not helpless. The stars are the same. Look— that bright star, that's still Avohkii Nui, it's just out of place. No longer in the north. It's part of a new constellation. She closed her eyes and breathed. The answers would come. When she was at peace, she opened herself to the voice of the Great Spirit. Her mind was calm, her thoughts smooth like stones washed by the tide. She thought, and she listened. Her brain whirred as her body sped through the chute, passing stop after stop. She would have to act fast. There were still prophecies to be deciphered and messages to be understood, if she was willing to listen. She had to listen before the stars changed again. If she knew the Scholars, it would be hours of meetings and debates before a single coordinate could be gathered. There was no time to go through Ko-Metru's bureaucracy: she would have to find herself a telescope and a set of star charts and do it herself. Ko-Metru was not the only Metru whose Matoran studied the stars. True, their methods were the most academic and precise, but there were others. The Ga-Matoran of the Great Temple studied the heavens in their own way. Their approach was a little too religious for Taja's tastes, but it was astrology nonetheless. She had met one of the Ga-Matoran, Nixie, at a conference some years ago. Nixie had been surprisingly competent for a Ga-Matoran, although she did talk a little much. But that was a blessing in disguise: Taja recalled the fellow astrologer enthusiastically describing her equipment, which included a telescope and star charts and all the paraphernalia that, in Ko-Metru, would have been spread across two or three different knowledge towers. Ga-Metru it was, then. But she was in the wrong chute for that: looking out, the scholar saw the icy towers of Ko-Metru beginning to give way to the squat, unassuming buildings of Onu-Metru. If she knew her chutes (and she did), she would need to transfer at least twice to get to Ga-Metru, wasting precious time. Taja reached into her bag and pulled out a Kanoka disk. There wasn't a moment to lose. She had to get to Nixie's before the stars changed again. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she gripped the disk with one hand and looked out through the wall of the chute. There— she saw another chute curving through the city before rising up and crossing underneath her chute with only a few dozen bio between them. That was her exit. The Kanoka was beginning to grow warm in her hand; the speed of the chute was slowly activating it, imbuing it with the energy that would keep it moving after she left the chute. She counted down silently, closing her silencers with her free hand as she did so. Three. Two. One. Taking hold of the Kanoka with both hands, Taja thrust the disk through the wall of the chute. The magnetized protodermis stretched for an instant, then broke in a shower of droplets, sucking the De-Matoran out of the pressurized tube into the open air.

IC: Reliable Narrator | Ko-Metru The haunting darkness of the twin eclipses cut a chill through the turaga as he stood at the edge of the knowledge tower in Ko-Metru. His green and black robes flapped in the wind. Far below scholars continued to contemplate the future and what it may hold. With the stars so radically changed Nidhiki imagined ko-matoran desperately trying to put together some new system of logical divination so their empty faith in a dead god might continue for a few more days. Having learned the truth himself after joining the Barraki he felt ashamed he lived so long in ignorance. Everything was so much simpler now. His becoming a turaga after watching Tuyet’s eyes dim only confirmed what the Barraki revealed: Destiny was irrelevant. Unity meant nothing for those at the bottom. Duty was nothing more than systemic oppression. Everyone would die anyways. Might as well do what you want in the meantime. “I guess not everybody gets to die more than once,” Nidhiki said dispassionately as his mind returned to the present. In his hand he held a choice. Would it be worth it? Was it enough? “You know, you’re lucky. You got to live your first life in a dream. You got your faith, you had your dreams. I have to stand here knowing I’ll be haunted by her forever and look at you. Everything comes with a price, you know that. For you, fame and fortune came at the cost of the liberty of your friends. For me, well… It’s not like you’d understand. You’re just a husk wanting to finish the last thing you were doing: getting a pizza. Thinking about it, I'm kind of the same myself. I feel like a husk. I'm old, and dry, and my back doesn't bend like it used to. I had to rub a coconut butter cream on my joints this morning, can you imagine? No, I guess you can't imagine. You don't have imagination anymore, do you? You broke." “I... Am... Awake..." Nidhiki stared at the rasping matoran attempting to speak despite the ruined pakari. It shouldn't be able to speak, NIdhiki knew just by looking at the damage to the right side of the head. This surprised Nidhiki, but drew only a raised eyebrow from the turaga of betrayal. He didn’t know how the undead could speak. It also didn’t sound like the voice he remembered the engineer having. He held him at arm’s length out from the edge of the knowledge tower, Nuparu’s feet barely touching the icy roof. “Get... In...Your… Mind… Cage…” “No thanks,” Nidhiki replied, and let go. The turaga knew a fall from this height would be enough to turn a matoran into paint and bent gears. He knew who he’d drop next: Lhikan. IC: Reliable Narrator | Barraki Fortress @Biological Chronicler Takadox nodded as Amartakonen showed his excitement. "I'm glad to hear you have the spirit for this. Go, see to your duties and prepare the fortress for your absence." IC: Reliable Narrator | Ga-Metru @Onaku Vhisola shuddered at the sight of the new Dark Hunter. His well mannered voice made the experience of being hunting yet again even more terrifying. As Okuo began to count down, she almost let out a yelp as the blue armored toa from earlier dropped into the alley and assailed the bone-headed hunter. Without thinking, she crawled out of the containment sphere while the two larger beings fought, and grabbed Okuo by the hand and pulled him after her as soon as he let his kanoka fly into the fray. “Run,” she whispered, and took off down the alleyway as fast as her matoran feet would let her. Her knees were weak from being unconscious, and she couldn’t get a solid breath, but she ran anyways. Several yards down the alleyway split at a right angle. They could go left or right. She chose to go right. Something in her head said the Great Temple would be that way. If matoran and vahki and toa couldn’t protect her, maybe a Great Spirit could.

Hey BZPower. what_year_is_it.jpg It's been a heck of a long while since I've posted anything there. And after years of different PMs going unanswered (sorry), I've finally taken the time to see how many old fangames I could dig up. The point of this is just really for nostalgia. Looking through them takes me back to simpler times. There's no chance that I'm going back to updating that software library anymore. I've more-or-less ridden off into the sunset. But I can at least leave something here and maybe a new topic where people just share old fangames can take its place. Here's the Drive link of games that I've booted up and deemed safe to share. Be sure to look at the Readme document and share this link around: Link Games that I have but won't include: Toa's Quest 3. This game just gave a black screen of death whenever I try to run it. If you think you can fix it and you're not too worried about your own computer, PM me and I'll send it to you as-is. You'll have to run it at your own risk though. Dark709's Comics The Game: This one really did a number on my machine. I don't recommend anyone take this file. But if you have an old computer to experiment on, PM me and I can send you this game. Destiny War 2: Something got corrupted with this one and I can't get it to run. Surprising since it's an RPG Maker XP game and RPG Maker games have shown to be much more resilient than GameMaker or Multimedia Fusion games. Asks: Any copy of Bionicle: The Infestation pre-Silver Edition (released around 2006) would be greatly appreciated.

Plasma Beam and Ice Beam, designed by myself Wave Beam and Charge Shot designed by StevetheSquid/Grayson M.

Life's been a whirlwind of some kind of magnitude, but I've been up in Canada successfully working toward my PhD. Poutine is amazing. Even more amazing than mashed potatoes in french fry form is that after having started a relationship and working toward a life together, Aanchir (Skye) proposed on Valentine's Day! It's been an incredible feeling - warm, peaceful, and also how I end up just beaming like a dork when I get to say "my fiancée" in conversation at school and everywhere, really. We don't have a specific time fixed for the wedding yet, since Skye's going to get everything in place to move up here permanently in place first, but consider: LEGOLAND wedding.

IC: Nale Vella - Po-Metru Deciding to follow the newcomers to the site, leaving Stannis and co. to discuss their own findings, Nale activated her Kakama and zipped over to the Taku, skidding to a stop (and kicking up a load of sand) just ahead of the transport and Vashni's hoverbike. She wiped her brow to be dramatic.

I think I can trust Greg in declaring a fan model "canon" because it doesn't contradict anything from the rest of the G1 story team, it just gives a visual representation to a character from G1. But Sir Kek, I have to agree this potential contest is not going to link G1 with Hero Factory or G1 with G2 or any other Lego brand. In part, Greg isn't a full representative of G1's creators. If Lego, Advance, Christian Faber, and Greg (maybe even Thompson and Swinnerton too) all got together to hash out a crossover, I'd be okay with that since I'd feel all the respective parties were at the table. But sadly I doubt that 'dream team' wouldn't reassemble just to tweak with the canon of a story they have long since put to rest. A brand put to rest twice now. I think its great Greg is game to fill in some gaps left over from G1's story, but I think it would be irresponsible to try and make canon a huge crossover that would forever alter several Lego franchises; without at least Lego the brand's owner and if not Advance and all the other creators of those lines also involved in the process. The only way we'd ever see such a crossover is if Lego themselves demanded it, which I doubt they have an interest in doing right now. Not to mention, Greg's work on Hero Factory was smaller compared to G1 (he still wrote the comics right?), and he was only tangentially involved in G2 as a brief advisory role which I really can only imagine was him and Chris Faber swapping a few notes with the G2 team before letting them go on their own way to try and create it (I think Chris Faber might have done a piece of artwork or two for G2 since he is credited in the Art Book, but he described his own role as limited compared to G1). It would feel disrespectful to the G2 team in particularly to have Greg alone cross over their project with G1, since Greg didn't contribute much to their project.

Interesting way of setting out the profile, but all of the info is there, and I'm not seeing anything objectionable, so Grank and the First Collier are Approved!

IC: Mazor-The Ripple @Toru Nui Mazor sat up extremely quickly, Setting the cube down beside him with one hand, and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with the other. "What is it sir?" IC: Jephro-Temple Assault Jephro's eyes widened, a shot through the head had done nothing to that guy! Kal was taking a lot of damage from all angles, but was pushing through. Jephro increased Kal's gravity some more and activated his mask, using his heitened senses to watch the battle closely, gathering information to help the Toa come out on top. IC: Paju and Ellie-Ga-Metru @Click Ellie sat there confused. She reached out a claw and pushed Karista, not to hard, as if encouraging her to run. Just then Paju came around the corner. "Ellie? Oh My, Mata Nui!" Paju gasped. "Ellie you need to be more careful." She ran over to the two rahi. "Look, the bird can't fly any more, you hurt it's wing, you need to be more careful!" At this Ellie's face drooped as she turned to face Paju. Paju petted her on the head. "It's ok, just stay here." Paju walked over to Ellie's saddle and pulled a small unmarked medical kit from one of the saddlebags. She then crouched down and started slowly creaping towards Karista. "Don't run Ms. Bird," She mumbled, "I'll get you patched up."

There are no puzzle pieces with which to link HF and Bionicle, nor is there any practical merit to such a crossover. There's no "logic" to speak of if you wanna link the themes; believe me, a lot of people have tried. It would be a waste of everyone's time.

IC: Reliable Narrator | The Ripple Skorm didn't expect an answer to come from outside. Like all toa who learned to find answers within themselves, the practice of meditation brought reflection to the forefront and allowed for their connection with an element to find meaning beyond the surface of their normal physical experience. It surprised him then when he heard himself speaking in a voice that made his jaw move in weird angles: "Be careful how you wish, for wishes can come true. I am awake. Let me play among the stars." And then his voice was his own again, and he was exhausted. Something tugged at the corner of his mind, wanting to take over but patiently waiting for Skorm to sleep.

IC: Skorm (Silver Sea, The Ripple) The Twi-Toa sighed. Anger flickered within him, and the lightstones around them on the bridge flickered. The captain of the ship stormed off with out much of a word. Then Skorm felt it. He had noticed something was off with the sky when he had emerged from the Nynrah vessel chased by zombies, but hadn't had the time or focus to give it the thought it deserved. Now, he felt the light outside the ship change. He walked to the cockpit of the Ripple, and saw the sky through the windshield; purest night. Impossible. It was morning. This doesn't happen. Skorm couldn't reach out very far with his elemental energy remaining; he had been burning the candle at both ends since the ship had been boarded. The toa smiled when he realized he could kill two gukko with one stone, and paced out of the cabin, towards the platform at the back of the ship. On his way, he stopped by his dropped bag. The fohrok-va chirped at him as Skorm emptied the lightstone scattergun, receiving half a lightstone. Outside, he sat down on the platform, setting the lightstone down in front of him, the flat side holding it upright. Skorm shut his eyes. Shadow. It was a void; the absence of light. But in its own way, it held power; after all, the lack of light was not why people feared the darkness. Shadow could stifle, suffocate; it could protect. When thinking philosophically, Skorm admired shadow's refusal to be quashed, refusal to let light define it. He basked in the void, letting it recharge and nourish him. Ahead of him, the lightstone flickered. Light. Much could be said about it; most of the Universe relied on it as their primary sense. It was rather like fire, where too much could blind or even kill. Somewhat underestimated, Skorm evaluated, was that it contained multitudes. Every color you could see, plus a few you couldn't. Light was totality, light was meaning, light was knowledge; it was also exposure; it could easily be pain. As Skorm tapped into the power of the night sky, he drew upon the steady light of the lightstone in front of him, draining it. Properly attuned and recharging, Skorm now attempted his divination. This isn't normal, he thought. Mata Nui, what can your sky show me? Why does the pattern break? The toa of Twilight reached out with his sense, trying to ascertain what was causing the irregular changes of the sky.

IC Kilo-M9 - Po-metru Sculpture Fields: Auditory signal detected. Filtering out background noise. Sound is similar to airship motor. Different sound. More like usurper transport. Hypothesis: ground vehicle. Solution: Move to puzzle location. “Unknown vehicle approaching,” the robotic enforcer announced. “Recommend traveling to puzzle area.” So saying, the scorpion-like machine walked back across the sand to the group’s transport. Knowing that their mechanical companion wasn’t going to deviate from its course, Atamai and Jutori, possibly also accompanied by Tallea and Jabali, boarded their commandeered vehicle once more and drove to the newly revealed puzzle location. Vashni followed on her hover-bike. OOC: @Silvan Haven@Darth Jaller With permission from the others, I'm bunnying the group over to the puzzle site. If you wish for your characters to stay behind or walk to the site, feel free to post about it, or otherwise feel free to post about moving to the new location.

Vyarik will remember this.

Yeah no this is canon now.

OOC: mobile IC: Vyarik - Po-Metru (Gotcha!) "There you are," Vyarik breathed, feeling as sense of triumph surge within him as an all-too-familiar damaged airship rose above the sculpture fields, its lights like a beacon, beckoning the Hunters closer. He felt the eager rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins. The thrill of the hunt. The jubilation of faith rewarded. He hadn't failed yet. He wouldn't be coming back to The Shadowed One empty-handed. He could still fulfil his purpose. "There!" He roared, pointing towards the airship, "After them!"

Man, I wish I had gotten paid.

IC: Kovac Krossfari - Ga-Metru (Save Them) Another Hunter. They crawled through the city, it seemed. A plague, one spreading so fast that Kovac Krossfari almost doubted that he could deal with it on his own. Almost. The Shadow swerved to the side, his reflexes just saving the Toa a similar fate to what the Vahki had given him earlier. The Toa's white eyes glared through the eclipsed night, righteous zeal flowing through him. He slowly drew the blade from his back scabbard, a blunted executioner's sword revealing itself. "Your persistence, if nothing else, is admirable, Dark Hunter." Kovac Krossfari remarked, eyes moving to the Matoran behind Idlyx as he appeared to fire a projectile himself... OOC: @Onaku @Tarn IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (Here We Go) The spy did as asked, steadying his breathing. OOC: And the Brute Squad is inbound, at any minute.

IC: Barak - Ta Metru Running as fast as he could, Barak turned intangible, phasing through the side of a storage container. He would stay here, watching the battle from afar with his X-ray vision. If the party emerged victorious, he would reappear to them as Gessai. If they perished, he would try and find the disk himself. IC: Tugarak - Mazor's cabin on the Ripple @Smudge8@Conway@Toru Nui@Keeper of Kraata Tugarak barged into Mazor's cabin, shoving Iran aside. He watched the device shift from one state to another in Mazor's hand, a look of bewilderment on his face. "Mazor! What the Karzahni are you doing! For the love of Artahka, put that thing down now!"

OOC: still on mobile IC: Vyarik - Po-Metru "Look there," he pointed towards a set of tracks in the sand nearby - the footprints of a Vahki transport that looked to have been moving on a course that converged with their own... ...tracks that were coming from the direction of Onu-Metru. Perhaps those on the airship had friends and had come here to regroup with them? Even if it was unrelated, these Toa had demonstrated an irritating ability to be exactly where things were happening. If they weren't already at the epicentre of whatever had caused that light, they were surely on their way. "I think we're on the right track."

IC: Vrokdann - Aqua Magna shoreline Vrokdann thought she'd bumped into something and got in defence mode. "WHOA! STOP RIGHT... uh." It was, however, just a shovel, handed by her boss. "Uh, what do I use this for?" -For slamming it into an amphibious skull?- "Actually, that sounds like a fine idea..." -Please don't.- She saw the fishfolk in command digging the sand away from a scarred device, scars that seemed strangely appealing... -That's it girl, dig there. See, he's doing it.- So she went and started digging as well, trying not to clang the shovel against the device.

IC: Thom - Silver Sea Island (Face To Face) That stare. Why was he staring at him like that? WHY WAS HE STARING AT HIM LIKE THAT? For a brief second, Thom was reduced to a younger self, terror filling his senses and choking him. Had Kal been sent to him, like his personal doom? A nightmare concocted by whatever nasty Gods that were responsible for the Skakdi's creation? He panicked, frantic claws pointing his weapon up at the monster's head and firing. OOC: @Onaku IC: Leonn - Po-Metru (Beginning to arrive) Trepidation somewhat setting in, the spy turned the transport, heading for where his comrades were telling him to head to. OOC: @Nato the Traveler @Toru Nui IC: Kovac Krossfari - Ga-Metru ("Then you're gonna love me.") "One." The assassin would hear a CLUNK as the Shadow of Metru-Nui dropped down behind him. Were he to turn around, he'd just about catch a sparking fist rocketing out of the darkness created by Mazor's meddling. OOC: @Onaku @Tarn

TL;DR: School is going well, and my best friend and I are well on our way to being something more, something better. It's been just about 4 months since my last post, and things have continued to go well. I'm in my 4th week of my 1st semester of Robotics, I completed ISU's START program in December and was recognized by my English instructor for my essay work, which included a fan-fic set during season 3 of The Flash written from Iris West's perspective. That recognition came at a small graduation ceremony that my mom attended. My best friend was there too, a young woman who is also in my congregation from church. My friend and I went to see Frozen 2 after the graduation, which was fun. Before the movie we talked a little, including about dating, but we decided to just stay friends for a while longer. After a few weeks she let me know that she'd signed up for the Epee Fencing class that the Phys Ed department offers and that I'd already signed up for, and we've been partners for most of the days so far. Well, on Friday the university held a formal dance. My friend and I wanted to go together, but out of respect to our earlier decision neither of us had mentioned it to the other. Wednesday we had lunch together with a mutual friend, and both of us are indebted to that friend. She not only mentioned wanting to go to the dance, but invited my best friend and I to go with her as a group. So yeah! I met them at my best friend's house where they were getting ready. Our wing woman came to the door when I got there, while my best friend was finishing up. I stepped inside and after a moment She came out from the hallway into the entry. She was wearing a prom dress that she'd not gotten to use in High School, a dress much like Belle's from Beauty and the Beast, but so much more beautiful. After having my breath taken away I smiled really big and of course complemented her. We left in our friend's car for campus, arriving about half an hour early. While waiting for the doors to open we stood in the hallway outside the ballroom, where a classmate from robotics showed up with his wife and a male friend in tow. Over the course of the night, the wing woman mostly danced with my classmate's friend, leaving my best friend with me. During one particular slow dance, to the song Hero by Enrique Iglesias, we nearly kissed! Unfortunately we were interrupted by a kinda creepy guy that had latched onto our group. Overall the night was great though. A bit later I requested a song for the next slow dance, Beauty and the Beast from the 1993 animated version of the movie. I think that it became our song when they played it. We'd been standing over by the photo booth that'd been set up, waiting to get a group picture when the song came on, and she looked around surprised before settling on me. She smiled and I offered my hand and led her to the dance floor, where I got to dance with a real life Belle. She told me today that it was her favorite part of the dance. The happy mood continued on to Sunday, which while a normal service, was great. The first Sunday of the month is general used for congregants to share their own thoughts and feelings about church stuff, and of course both my dear friend and I spoke. After our meetings we said bye, and headed home to await the incoming snow storm. I ended up watching parts of the Super Bowl, which my team won! Texting her about it, she was excited for me even though she's not interested in sports at all. (I'm only slightly interested myself). Yesterday we didn't get to see each other until the afternoon at our fencing class because of delays that the storm caused, and we talked about going to the sledding activity our congregation had planned because of the snow. Unfortunately she had some homework and wasn't able to go, but she asked if we wanted to go today. We went to the same hill from last night and had a great time talking and sledding and just enjoying each other's company. It was an awesome almost date! We headed back to a common building after about an hour to sit and talk and warm up before I had to get back to my classes. As we walked she mentioned that she would've really enjoyed going to dinner this evening, something I'd offered due to her not having her usual ride to her choir practice if she'd needed to stay on campus. She then said that she'd enjoy having dinner together another night though! As a date! We don't have anything planned yet as far as when, but we do have a where, a diner just across the street from campus. Right now I'm sitting listening to her sing with the choir, enjoying the music and picking her voice out every so often. I know how I feel about her, I haven't told her yet because it's not time, but I know, though she probably suspects thanks to how easily it shows on my own face when I'm around her.