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What Had Been Lost

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#1 Offline ToakiroV

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Posted Jan 24 2012 - 01:05 PM

Well, lads and lassies, here's a spur of the moment thing I just came up with about... two, three hours ago, I think. It just popped into my head when I decided to visit here again, and I realized how much I'd forgotten about this certain part of my life. So I thought "Hey, if you're coming back, might as well do something, right?" ********WHAT HAD BEEN LOST********I still see them.Their features haunt me, watch me, they stalk me relentlessly through the shadows of the day and the lamplight of the night. Made for no expression, yet they cry out silently. Pleading. Yearning.They had died a long time ago.Or so I tell myself.You betrayed us, they whisper. You swore to never forget us. I didn’t forget you! I want to reply. I know you guys, I remember you well! But I can’t.Because I did forget them. Over the months and years, I let them fade into obscurity. I allowed myself to be led away to other, more trivial things, leaving them to watch as they themselves tumbled into ruin, waiting for me to return to them.We made you happy. We brought you joy when you were alone. You gave us being, name, and personality. They stare at me. Blank, lifeless, twisted and broken on the floor, piled uselessly onto bookshelves and bedside tables. Expensive trash, thrown away and ignored because they no longer seemed to serve their purpose.When you cried, we stood there to comfort you, even if you did not notice us. In your anger, you hurt and wrecked us, but we gladly accepted it for we knew the truths behind your rage, even if you did not tell us. And you always repaired us afterwards, fixing what you had broken.I toss my bag aside and take a seat on the bed. They make no move; they have none to offer me, for their living was through my hands. Their stories were my imaginations. I was their life, as much as they, too, were mine.Slowly, carefully, I reach out towards the one closest to me. A fine example of the ’04 architecture, back when that was the newest thing around. He had been the first one I created, and since then I changed very little about him. Vorik, I called him. Leader of his special company that liked to operate secretly in the Matoran Universe, with prominent members from different dimensions so as not to screw up the main storyline.My fingers close around his ridiculously thin body. Funny how I never saw the proportion of his figure as odd before. I turn him over, pinch the large, rough gear on his back, and give it a spin. His right arm immediately responds, the large sword going into a diagonal twirl and smashing awkwardly into his face. With a clatter of plastic, his mask falls off his face and onto the floor.Setting aside Vorik, I bend over and pick up the mask. I lay it flat on my palm and stare at the empty eyeholes of the red Hau. Separated from the face of its owner, the mask is dead. Inactive. Useless. It is no longer any different from the thousands of others just like it: a piece of hardened, moulded plastic, meant to be part of a generic set.My left hand unconsciously finds Vorik and brings him to my sight again. The hard, angular features of a first-generation Bionicle glare at me with transparent ice-blue eyes. Those eyes had always made him unique to me: where most Fire Toa would have orange, red, or yellow, I intentionally chose his to be light blue. It suits him, somehow. Yet without the mask, the figure is nothing. There is nothing that I can connect from the naked plastic features to the Vorik that I have in my head. Without the mask, the figure is incomplete: there is no personality, no feeling in the eyes.It hits me then, just how strangely intertwined the small details of a creation can be. For just a single part to be missing from the whole is enough to make the entire thing imperfect. Everything from the smallest rod to the broadest piece of chest armor must be present in the creation; otherwise it loses its entire being.And so carefully, almost reverently, I push the mask back into place.In an instant, he is alive again.The fearless, calm, and wise Toa of Fire I had created many years ago stands in my hands once more, sword at the ready, waiting for me to bring him another adventure, another journey through the universe only I could envision.Welcome back, I hear him say. You have been away for far too long. “I know,” I whisper out loud. Blinking rapidly, I am surprised to find dampness gathering around my eyes. For such a small act to bring out the emotion in me: have I become overly sensitive? Or do I genuinely, truly feel the joy of finding something alive that I had thought dead?So, what now, sir? Running a hand over my eyes to chase away the unformed tears, I set him on my night table, angling his legs and arms so that he stands proud and erect, his oversized sword resting on his shoulder.“Now, I muster the rest of the company,” I say softly, reaching down for the next Bionicle creation lying on the floor, a strange Hordika-like being cradling an oversized rifle. “And when you’re all here, I’d like to apologize to you.”*****Nothin' to do here, just read and move along. Or react, if you feel like it.
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Alright, I've got five lines to waste... Whatever should I put here?
SS: <Hesitation> <Let The Pain Remain><Mad?>BS01 SSC #5 entry: Traitor's Fate
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He's an cool dude. It is fair and just. Srsly.
(Hehehe. No offense, little elf that corrects my bad words in the epics forums.)

#2 Offline Kakaru

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Posted Jan 24 2012 - 02:29 PM

Holy snap, the first time in months I decide to revisit this forum and one of your stories comes up. Welcome back! I missed your stories.And what hey, a Bionicle-based story that's not fictional? I'll be honest, this literally gave me chills. It evokes a strange emotion, one that seems to be begging me to come back to the simpler days when I would sit and build for hours, creating my own magnificent characters, my own stories.It's somehow fitting that the story is about your time off the site and your return. It's sort of like a direct metaphor that works so well because we've all experienced it to an extent.Excellent job, as I've come to expect. I look forward to reading more.
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hey it's Studio Comic

#3 Offline Jowm

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Posted Jan 24 2012 - 11:06 PM

This is great, touching, something probably most of us understand, I appreaciate how well and meaningful it was done, the qhole thing is a great idea. I hope to see more writing by you, this one turned out very well, makes me feel like going back and messing with my Bionicles more, I probably will, and makes me feel kindaa guilty for not doing it, though it gives the truthful promis that returning to them will be something I will greatly enjoy. :)
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http://www.bzpower.c...?showtopic=5700 - My new epic revealing the life of the interesting character we all wish we could have known better before he left us, Karzahni.


#4 Offline Bionickel

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Posted Jan 25 2012 - 06:26 PM

I wasn't initially thrilled by the idea, but the way you kept moving me along through the story was really well-done. I could visualize what was happening, I could relate to it, and it reminded me of my own experiences. The part with the mask was definitely my favorite. A tad melodramatic, perhaps, but well-told. I enjoyed it.
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#5 Offline Freezer Burn

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Posted Feb 04 2012 - 09:50 PM

I always find it incredible how powerful a simple plastic figure can be. But you took the feeling of finding your old mocs, or coming back to bionicles after too long a time. I like the non-fiction part, and the whole thing is actually really moving. Thats one of the greatest things about bzpower... You find people who actually understand what bionicle means. Great story!
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Look at me still talking when there's science to do!

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