Toa Sonis

Go Nex!!Other quotes: By the way, a Q&A certainly does sound interesting...I'm in.

An interesting exploration of inner conflict...or perhaps something else taking over him? I couldn't tell, but either way makes for a brilliant plot.The only criticism I have follows: I suggest changing "that precisely" to "precisely that"; it just flows better.

This story reminds me (in many fewer words) of a story of Tolkien's called the Silmarillion. Is it coincidence, or is that what it's based on?

Heh heh heh...too true. Using Tahu to take over the world is certainly an interesting idea--of course, I get the feeling that he'll probably botch the whole scheme.

'Tis true, 'tis true. Indeed, well-cooked is best--though I'd rather not have it Tahu style... Nice quotes, although the whole chapter was hilarious.

So many funny quotes...Like fishers64, I am lacking in knowledge about the game. But it was still ridiculously funny.

Ha ha ha, Furno an angel...as if.

Mwahaha! Barbecue time! Quotes: Okay, so that's a dialogue. Whatever. And also the "international dibs protocol" one Nevermore mentioned.

Only one problem (typo) can I find: I believe you meant dagger here, as I have never heard of anyone diverting anything with their danger.An excellent sequel; I'm so glad to have found out what happened to Kaomata!

Nice play on words..

Member Name: Toa SonisTheme: Alternate UniverseWord Count: 456Story: The Darkness Has WonBalta stumbled backwards, alarmed. This was no Voya Nui, nor even the Southern Continent. It was…a city, like the legendary Metru Nui Turaga Jovan had spoken of. Skyscrapers cast towering shadows upon the ground, which was cold and hard. Yet at the same time it seemed almost…alive, like it had many, many years ago. Before the Great Cataclysm, when he had still been just a regular Matoran. While, not regular; no Matoran who had gone through Karzahni was regular.But his past was not what bothered the Ta-Matoran. It was where he was now, and what had happened to him just a few moments ago, that was more troubling.When the Toa Inika cut the stone cord, Voya Nui had gone rocketing back to its rightful place in the Southern Continent. Matoran had piled out of hiding, eager to see their old home. Everything had been fine for a few months, until today when Balta went out in the newly established lava fields. He was taking a break on the fringes when a strange being reminiscent of a Piraka materialized in front of him and grabbed hold of his arm. The next thing he remembered was darkness.As Balta sifted through these memories, he noticed something odd. There was no one on the streets of this magnificent metropolis. Not a rahi sang in the air, not a Toa walked the roads. A piece of paper drifted by on the light breeze, and Balta caught hold of it. A strange message was inscribed on the papyrus-like substance: Meet tonight at the base of the Coliseum. A band of rebels will be there; Turaga Ahkmou has sent orders to eradicate them.The Coliseum! Before his death, Jovan had spoken of such a place. It was supposedly a pillar of good, a veritable palace of heroism. From the Coliseum the Toa-Dark Hunter War had been fought. Balta knew he had to get there.Hours later, the wandering Matoran found a building that matched his old Turaga’s description. With eyes long used to assessing hiding places and caves, Balta spotted a dark figure disappearing into an alley. He ran after it, deflector blades at the ready. As he entered the shadows, Balta was roughly grabbed and pressed against the Coliseum wall.“What are you doing here?” hissed a voice. “You aren’t from this place, are you? Whose side are you on?”“From…other…universe…” he gasped. “Southern Continent, warrior. Where am I?”The strangling hand retracted. “Another universe, eh? What’s it like there? Who controls it?”“The Great Spirit, of course,” Balta responded, “except he’s asleep right now. Like he has been for the past, oh, thousand years?”“So,” the being mused quietly, “in your universe, the darkness has not already won.”

Two (well, three) questions:1) Why is Magnetism an element? I know it's a Makuta power, but why a Toa power?2) Is Acid a subpower of anything, an actual element, or just a power?Okay fine, I only had two questions after all. Whatever.

Member Name: Toa SonisTheme: The Legends of LhiiStory: Courage (Word Count: 453)The Ta-Matoran Lhii ducked under a protruding stalactite. His yellow armor was scorched in places from the bubbling lava around him, but Lhii didn’t mind. This was what he lived for—the thrill of lava surfing. The hot air billowed around him in smoky clouds, lowering visibility. As his board raced across the pool, Lhii noticed something below him. On an overhang next to the lava was a smoky shape; Lhii couldn’t make out exactly what it was. But being as adventurous as he was, Lhii decided to find out.As Lhii drew closer to the shape, still obscured by haze, he perceived that it was crying for help. Lhii recognized the voice as that of one of his guardsmen, Keahi. Briefly he wondered why Jala, his co-captain of the Ta-Koro guard, had let anyone patrol down here. It was dangerous, a place only for the most skilled lava surfers on the island. Fragile arches hung suspended over a dangerous molten river that eventually ended in a steep drop-off. But there was no time to wonder—Lhii had to act.With deft movements the Ta-Matoran steered his board closer to the overhang. At the speed he was going, it would take a lot of effort to stop. But Lhii was confident he could do it. As the moment came closer, Lhii realized with a sudden shock that even he would not be able to stop the board at Keahi’s ledge. Keahi would have to jump.Lhii shouted instructions through the fog. Keahi responded with bravery to the commands of his superior, and prepared to leap. At the last moment, Lhii swerved towards the overhang. As he rushed by, Keahi took a flying leap from his rock to Lhii’s lava board.Now Keahi was safe—for the moment. The two Matoran were on a straight course for the lava falls!Lhii knew he had only one option—to abandon his lava board. With Keahi holding on tightly behind him, Lhii pushed off from the board. For a moment they were suspended over the lava, oblivious to anything but the bank they were headed towards. With a crash, the Ta-Matoran came to rest in safety on the hill of the flow.“And that is our story for tonight,” Turaga Vakama intoned. “Lhii showed courage by saving Keahi. That is our lesson—to emulate his behavior towards our friends and even those we do not like. You are dismissed.”As Matoran began to filter away, Vakama remembered a time shortly before he had become a Toa—when Toa Lhikan had risked his life to rescue him from falling into molten lava. This was Vakama’s way of remembering his hero’s brave actions.For you, Lhikan, he thought.

Heh heh heh...sorry about the late reply. http://www.bzpower.com/board/public/style_emoticons/default/blush.png Been busy.Anyway, the descriptions of the undead were much better in the last two chapters--maybe 'cause they appeared less, I don't know. Either way, they seemed more...alive. (Pardon the pun.)

Should you ever!

I've read this story twice now, and every time I get to the end, I cry.I can't find any grammar issues, and any word choice nitpicks meld with the story as soon as I read over them again. So all in all, beautiful!

Although I've never seen anyone reincarnated as a steakhouse, that'd be how I'd like to go...

I eagerly await the next chapter, especially since this is the only regularly active comedy I'm reading right now, with ibrow on vacation.Heh heh heh...nice puns.

Member Name: Toa SonisTheme: VisionsStory: Hope is Freedom (Word Count: 598)A mysterious being stood on a golden beach. The land before him was beautiful and untamed, though small footprints in the sand showed signs of habitation. It was a small island, but the newcomer decided it would serve his purposes. As the being took another step further onto the land that would be his home, a strange rahi slithered out of the minute boat floating on the breakers. It undulated up to the being, and he laughed as he stroked one of its two heads.“If only they knew what I know.”Hours later, a Le-Matoran gathering driftwood came across large tracks on his island's western shore. It was a sandy place compared to the other coasts, and for once he was glad for the loose grit. Le-Matoran are excellent trackers, and he was no exception. But as the Matoran peered at the textured ground, he noticed something intertwined with the footprints. It was the unmistakable charred path of a rare lava viper.The villager returned to his home in fear. He felt the need to inform his village elder of his discovery. As he neared the Turaga of Le-Koro's home, a friend called out to him.“What's the quickrush about, Aran? The leafparty begins soon! Everyone is there. Even Wiseone Humil has left his halls to participate in the festivities.”This stopped the Matoran in his tracks. Aran began to run the other way, towards the village's gathering place. As he raced towards his friend, he paused.“I saw a lava viper's path on the beach today, beside the trail of another being. Both had melted some of the sand beneath them, and you know the forest is hotdry this seasoncycle!”Even as Aran finished his warning, the two Matoran heard distant shouts. They ran and swung along branches as they raced to the celebration grounds. Though it had taken them mere minutes, to the two Le-Matoran it felt like an eternity before they stood beside their kinsmen. Turaga Humil turned to face them.“Sorrybad news has come from the borderlands. The forest is aflame!”Though Aran's friend raced off immediately to fight the fire, the tracker himself felt compelled to tell his Turaga of what he had discovered. When he was done, Humil shook his head in sorrow.“I forsee much sorrow in Le-Koro's future,” he said. “I have had visiondreams that speak of sorrybad times like this. I think I will not be with you much longer. But remember, Aran: good will triumph over evil. Someday there shall be Toa, and they will fightbeat this threat!”A few months after Aran found the being's prints on the beach, that same mysterious newcomer conquered the island. His first action after taking over the villages was to execute all the Turaga, so the Matoran would have no one to rally behind. It worked, and for about a thousand years the island villagers were kept under his control. During this time the Toa - Dark Hunter war was fought in Metru Nui, and fresh from it many Toa returned to their homes. But a team of six took to the seas, fighting scattered forces of evil throughout the universe. As they were sailing to the Southern Continent years later, a violent storm wrecked their ship and flung them to a small island off the continent's coast. Remnants of the maelstrom knocked them unconscious on the same golden beach the island's tyrannical ruler had stepped ashore on so many years before.And it was there that Turaga Humil's vision to Aran came true.

Ooh, Disney people setting things on fire? Sounds exciting...

Sorry about the reply! Our hot water heater broke for a couple days and...yeah. Suffice to say, I haven't been on BZP a lot lately.I agree; this is definately your best chapter so far! The blending of several different story locations and their comparitive comedy is...flawless. I laughed almost all the way through!

If you're driving through the U.S., the only province/territory lisence plates you'll see are Canadian ones...I think.

Takanuva finally on TV with more than just a strange echoy voice! He obviously tries to keep a low profile, but I guess this time he failed...