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OOC: Really? IC: Drift Drift breathed a sight of relief, and was about to embrace Vlad, when she remembered his request - or warning. Instead, she beamed at him. "I'm so glad you're okay."

I'm pretty satisfied with how Victorion turned out. To be completely honest, I originally thought the five new fembots from MTMTE (Firestar, Roadmaster, Velocity, Proxima, and Javelin) would compose Victorion, but soon realized that all of these necessitate completely unique molds.

I just... I love this. What about Lord of the Skull Spiders, though? Are you at a LOSS of what to say about him?

You're right, I didn't just do that. I did that seventy-five minutes ago.

WOOOOH! Noob party! Designation: Saber. Variation: Gravity. Level: 2. Gender: Masculine. Gear: A bandolier full of flashbangs; a large sword in place of the left arm. Appearance: A well-built and fully armored maroon, navy and white Rahkshi. Has a prosthetic, metal lockjaw. Left arm has been amputated and replaced with a massive sword. Personality: Bitter and prone to violence. Cannot speak, or use sign language, but can write masterfully. Slightly above average intelligence. Loyal to people who he trusts, but can be swayed by a large sum of money. Bio: Lost jaw and lower arm in a massacre of an inter-Rahkshi battle, and is headed to Corpus Rahkshi to redeem himself. Designation: Привид (pronounced Ghost). Variation: Chameleon. Level: 2. Gender: Feminine. Gear: A rarely-used metal staff that can split in half to form nunchaku; a length of rope hanging at her hip. Appearance: Armor is a slightly milky, transparent color and exposes all the intricate mechanics inside the suit, as well as her pitch-black Kraata. Personality: Speaks in an old, forgotten language, and so is not understood by other Rahkshi. Knows multiple sign languages as well. A skilled survivalist and a bit of a tree-hugger, but knows how to defend herself. Bio: Coming from a derelict and little-known Makuta far from Corpus Rahkshi, "Ghost" took one Karz of a detour to get to the school. Alone in the wild, she learned many skills that enabled her to survive until Corpus. Designation: Boombox. Variation: Sonics. Level: 2. Gender: Masculine. Gear: Two large, rectangular gloves with multiple buttons and keys all over them that can be used as music synthesizers; a headgear in the form of headphones that displays a sound visualizer on his ear ports and gives his voice a slight synth effect. Appearance: Boombox’s suit is very boxy, with black and blue panels lined with orange. His shoulders are very wide but his waist very thin. His spines are straight and end with right angles. Personality: Boombox is just there to have a good time. He likes to burst in, generating loud music for every taste. Open and friendly. Has a contagious upbeat attitude to hide the fact that he’s not very good at anything besides music - not very fit, average intelligence, and has never been in a fight. Bio: Boombox collaborated with his Makuta to create his gloves, his life’s work. He was forced to flee when said Makuta was dethroned for being too pacifistic. Designation: Swivel. Variation: Dodge. Level: 2. Gender: Feminine. Gear: None. Appearance: Swivel has a heavily modified, drab gray suit, especially in the joints. They allow Swivel to have a much higher level of articulation, in addition to making her moves quick and almost fluid. However, this sometimes backfires, and may result in her moving her arm when she wants to move her leg. Personality: Swivel is secluded from other students, almost antisocial. She feels awkward around others, in part because of her modified construction and her misreatment at the hands of her Makuta. She can hold her own in a fight, however, and is well-read. She enjoys spending time in the gym, training her already superb agility. Bio: Swivel’s suit was an experiment started by her Makuta. As such, she was unable to leave for Corpus Rahkshi until she’d mastered her advantages under close watch, only to be dismissed by her Makuta as a failure. Designation: Sigma. Variation: Cyclone. Level: 2. Gender: Masculine. Gear: Two “light sticks” with white-hot tips stored at the hips; a tan cowl connected to Sigma’s neck, covering his faceplate completely. Appearance: Sigma’s suit is a soft azure, with white streaks lining his armor. Average size, but sleek and aerodynamic. A large white Σ is emblazoned on his faceplate, but is usually hidden by his cowl. Personality: Sigma is a loner, eager to get away from the convoluted family he belongs to. He has adopted running as a favorite pastime, an escape from the everything he resents. Easily angered, although it usually doesn’t come to that. Bio: Sigma is part of the “Omega Family”, although he wishes he wasn’t. He broke off on his own early on, not wanting to be affiliated with anything but himself.

*snaps fingers*

Okay, I'm extending the deadline because we need at least ten people to play. Spread the word!

guess he's just been far too... Illusive. *Elusive

OOC: I'm baaaaaack! Thanks for waiting, Johnrahk. IC: Drift Drift sat at Vlad's side, eager for him to wake up. It felt so wrong, not being able to do anything to help her friend out of his current state. She should have been there for him back at the Causeway, not persuading him to give up but standing at his side. IC: Eclipse and Pulse The duo made their way towards the gym, where Eclipse broke off and glided towards a corner, keeping an eye on his brother. Pulse made his way to some Rahkshi, asking them if they knew any armorers. IC: Murder Murder was, for once, satisfied. She ambled into the library, stopping in the middle before bending down to take a rest on the room's stone floor.

Everyone's been added. Dallior, you're on spot 3 for now. Remember to PM me your IGN and choice of 1-3 elemental boosts!

It turns out they're not Toa, but disguised Piraka. They bust out Shadow Leeches and launch are about to launch them at the unfortunate Av-Matoran healer when Chirox bursts in, angry that his tools have been stolen. He uses his Shadow Hand to go bowling, using the Av-Matoran as a ball and the Piraka as the bowling pins. Later that day, six Skakdi and one Matoran are reported dead. The Onu-Matoran coroner informs all of Metru Nui that it was simply an "overzealous sporting accident". Clutch Powers meets Emmet.

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LEGO Velociraptors don't have feathers.

OOC: Just doing this 'cos I have no choice. IC: Silver Silver silently stalked out of the hut, already milling over how to proceed next.

OOC: I won't have internet access from late today until Wednesday, so let's finish this up. IC: Silver Silver groaned inwardly. This bulk of a Rahkshi was using such big words, but seemingly lacked the wisdom or knowledge to back his aggrandized diction up. "I, look, for, Matoran. I, find, I, kill. Thought, he, was, Matoran." Silver lied, eager to catch his opponent off-guard. He made his impatience audible.

Like I've said privately, Koeras is awesome. First of all, it's really something new - I haven't seen such an interesting combination of ideas before. The propertions are perfect, and the fusion of humanoid and arthropod is nicely balanced. The Protector masks and angled Takadox armor parts all nicely blend in to give him a crystalline appearance - in the upper body, at least. One thing I don't really like is the lack of white and trans light blue in the lower legs. It throws off the otherwise balanced color scheme, and makes them seem almost artificial. The weapons are evened out - I really like the shield/saw, despite the exposed Technic beams. The melee weapon, however, seems a bit random and not very effective. I get the aesthetic you were going for, but I believe it could've been carried out better. That's far from a dealbreaker. Now I move onto the head. Lemme just say, it's pretty genius. I'm a sucker for Gelu any day, and you've just pretty much blown my mind. Even though the light piping was greatly diminished, it still looks good and flows well with the rest of the MOC. All in all, a great creation from a great creator. A solid 9.5 out of ten to you, good sir, and I look forward to seeing more of your work!

^ Not sure if ironic sarcasm or just me being blind.

Seriously, what the heck? At this rate, it looks like there won't be a next Hitman.

Dume. Death by "You were saying...?"

OOC: I knew that's how he'd respond. Knew it. IC: Silver Silver allowed a small, amused smirk to pass over his face. He had no fear to show. "So be it, I'll be more direct: I don't answer to you. , I don't answer to anyone anymore. I have a cause, but nothing to lose because I've already lost it all. As far as I'm concerned, I'm invincible." His voice was in charge, almost inviting. However, every part of his body was tensed to react instantly whenever the large Rahkshi made his move.

IC: Silver Without looking away from the towering Rahk in front of him, Silver spat at the ground and muttered under his breath, "Yeah, and whoever granted you permission to do that?" OOC: G'night.

IC: Silver Silver slid his dead glare from his target to the newcomer, sizing him up. Bulky but fast. A dangerous mix, but one that could be overcome. "I would ask you the same."

IC: Silver Silver almost snorted disdainfully. He'd just had his only trusted friend turn against him, and seen his kind carry out a massacre in this very village. And here was an idiot expecting him to believe that he was here in peace. He simply narrowed his eyes, ready for retaliation, keeping White Lightning pointed at the Rahkshi's throat and gently pulling out his naginata with the other. OOC: Imma PM you.