Jakura Nuva

IC: Mesonak Mesonak sniffed. "Maybe. Hasn't been the first time a Toa pulled a trick out of his - "

Hmm... only one? I would say a gukko.

IC: Mesonak Mesonak scrunched his face. The guy had a point. "Well, you're right of course. But, not sure I trust you! Hmm... dilemma, it seems."

IC: Mesonak Mesonak grinned. Perfect. "Oh, I do, I do! You... are a Toa named Zeth, right? Do I win? Just kidding... but seriously kid, lighten up - ignorance is bliss, they say; you were fine before you knew the were alive, and you can be fine now. Just choose to be!"

OOC: oops, sorry IC: Mesonak Mesonak grinned wildly. "Why, to kill him, of course!"

IC: Mesonak Mesonak waved his hands in front of Zeth's face. "Hello, purple? You there?"

IC: Mesonak "Well... okay, no. But I've been looking for him, looking intently! Oh he is not dead, Toa. Not yet."

OOC: Ever seen the Joker from Batman: The Animated Series? Imagine Meso as him IC: Mesonak Mesonak frowned at having dropped Zeth, but the question asked by him caused him to think. "Wait, what? Half a year?" He sat on the rock again. "My, my, my... a year? Can't be. Oh, wait! Maybe it was! Silly me!" He giggled again and traced his burns.

IC: Mesonak The cackle that emanated from Mesonak's throat was ten times worse than Varan's or anyone else's menacing laughs, ever. It filled the air with enough pain and fury to break rock, it seemed. Mesonak hissed. "No. No's he not dead, Zeth. I have been searching for him for eons, and I know he is not dead. I would have... felt it... if he had died." He fingered the burns on his face and giggled insanely.

IC: Mesonk "Oh, I know... I know, my friend. But a fight? Of all of you Rahi, there is but one I have a quarrel with..." Mesonak's eyes narrowed and his fists clenched as a wave of rage passed through his body. He grabbed Zeth by the throat and hoisted him up. He grinned madly and licked Zeth's mask. "And you knew him. He goes by Jakura, I heard... and he was a Toa of Fire from your team."

IC: Mesonak "Oh, all good things, all good things... that you sucked, that you were beaten, that many of you died... that kind of thing." Mesonak smiled. "It's a good bedtime story, by the way."

IC: Mesonak "No, no... you don't know me; but, I believe I know you... Zeth." He gave a wicked Skakdi grin. "Weren't you on that one team... yes, I remember them..."

IC: Mesonak "Well, firstly, I... wait hold on. What did I want again? Seriously, just give me a moment." Mesonak sat down on a large rock. "Hold on, hold on... oh, cummon! It's right on the tip of my tongue!" He proceeded to flick his snake-like tongue in and out of his mouth, wetting his lips. He put his fist on his chin and assumed the Thinker mode. "Hmm..."

IC: Mesonak Mesonak licked his lips. "No. Not yet." The Skakdi before Zeth was a horrendous sight. It was large and powerful, a menacing beast. But his most frightening feature was his almost bare skull - the silver armor around it had melted away into almost nothing, leaving only charred remains. This was also the same with his spikes and shoulder armor, with pure white bone peeking from underneath. he was hideous, and wielded some customized ice weapon, with a chainsaw built into the other end. It was covered in dried blood.

OOC: OOC: Whoa, sorry bro, my head must have gotten screwy.. I could've sworn that Zeth said something out loud! Well, this character is insane, so let's just pretend he was being... "insaney" IC: Mesonak Mesonak smiled a toothy grin. "Hello, Toa. How are you?"

Personally, I think animation would be better for a Bionicle movie of these standards, rather than live action. As for voice actors, it would be my dream to voice a Matoran for you, but I'm not so available

IC: Voice from behind "Depends, Toa; depends...

I actually am really content with the figures they released - each one was one from Bionicle's major story points, and each hero was facing off against his toughest villain. You had Tahu vs. the Skakdi (Nektann), you had Takanuva vs. the Rahkshi, and Gresh vs. a Skrall. I'm not quite sure which figs would fit in better... at least, not one that could appear in the story's current status. Now, size was a big problem for me, being a fan who is extremely obsessed with accurate scale. The figures were terrible in size comparison to the previously released Glatorian and 2006-2008 Toa sets - in fact, they were only as big as Av-Matoran and Agori! This is perhaps my only major problem with the Stars line.

IC: Varan My lungs are exploding with pain, but I fight the unconcsiousness that threatens to consume me. I dive deeper, the water becoming murkier and the slimy feeling of undersea plants and animals brushing my armor. My eyes begin dimming, my mouth exhaling now inhal- With a splash, I surface in an underwater cavern, the entrance so covered by weed that it could have only been the Master's grace that led me here. I retch water and my chest heaves up and down in a violent motion, as I plot my next move. What now?

IC: Varan I was tired and weary, but I refuse to surrender. It is dark down here, and the creature's sight and smell in this rotpit was useless - even the light he produced would only cause the foggy water to shine, obscuring his vision more. He would need to use hearing... but I'm not the noisiest of beings. I moved almost imperceptibly bacwards and down into a great tangle of swampweed, moving further and further down, looking for the exit. And as I went, my lungs began burning. I was running out of time.

Yeah, me and my buddy agree that one of the best things that came from HF was their "invincible" joints

IC: Varan I cursed in the tongue of the Skakdi at myself for my stupidity - it is the fumes that are explosive, not the liquid gas - which meant I was safe down here. But I had foolishly reacted to my predicament by letting my breath forth and wasting oxygen. And I needed to find more. I started swimming deeper when two energy blasts hit the surface again, sending heat searing through the water. I ignored it as best as possible, then continued down. I had to admit, it was deep for a swamp.

IC: Varan I could not believe the stupidity of this thing. The swamp has a number of exits, some hidden deep and unfound. But I was raised in this region - and I knew them all. I thought I was off free... that I could reconcile with Kaama, take my prize, and leave this Realm of Karzahni once and for all. But as I just happened to glance up above the waves and through the murky water, I saw this Chivinix forming something in his hand. Energy... I tried to shout in rage, but nothing came out; rather, water filled the void in my lungs. Chivinix hurled the energy forth, and the fumes of the swamp ignited.

IC: Varan The insect has returned. How amusing. My power is well depleted, and my mask gone. How long I could stand against Chivinix with naught but my spear is a mystery. I need coverage. He fires a blast at me, and I dodge. My connections with the Master keep me fast, but my overall energy is leaving me. I take a risk that hardly any would choose - I dive into the swamp, and begin to swim for my life.