Phauxx Lightning

It didn't seem like it was just you...Anyway, does anybody have a group or anything with a spot open? I'd love to make another character.

Happy Birthday!

The Ignika, The Hau/Hau Nuva, and the Masks of all 6 Toa Inika (?) from 2006.

Keep it BIONICLE, as i t should be IMO. I wouldn't care what'd be, as long as it's BIONICLE. Maybe a Turaga Kanohi?

IC:Malthaitann was nothing if not utterly confused. Why did he attack him? What was going on? Questions rattled off his tired brain, yet he could not speak them, a cloud of silence looming over him, choking him, forcing the words back deep down his throat. Fear, fear of whoever this mysterious figure was, fear of death, was all too real. The Skakdi held up his hands in a show of defeat, wanting no quarrel. Few quarreled with a loser anyone, but today... "Yes, It's finished. Your ,erm, target? He's-""Captured? I know this all ready, I found him." Pokkhlak hissed, brewing impatience speeding up his words as he spat them out. He raised his sword, tilted the blade, and waved it ever so lightly in front of Malthaitann's face. It was stained a deep, dry red. "I have another job for you, one you will do." Pokkhlak, although Malthaitann had no knowledge of the Toa's name, said, voice flared. "There is but one more survivor. Get him to me, alive. I don't care about details."He leaned in on the frightened Skakdi, just enough to catch the glow of the lightstone on the right half of his face. It was nothing but twisted charred metal and ash, looking as if he dipped the right side of his face straight into a Ta-Wahi lava-river. He took out a stone with a name written on it, sliding it into Malthaitann's trembling hand. His visible eye, revealed to a much greater extent then it should ever have been, glared at, an intense blue flame ready to burn all in it's path. Manually closing the shaking fingers of the Skakdi around the stone, he left, travelling deep down the labyrinth of darkened tunnels, leaving his scared employee on the dirt ground far behind him.Malthaitann passed out in shock, collapsing on the floor of the desolate tunnel.

IC:"Uhh!" Malthaitann groaned as something slammed him hard against the coarse cavern wall. His shoulder went numb, his eyes disoriented. The world spun, a dizzy whirlwind of darkness and earth. He struggled to find his footing, reaching out desperately to grab hold of the nearest solid object. He was confused, struggling to gain focus. As the Skakdi's world came to, a cold steel blade was at his throat. He followed it to his attacker.Pokkhlak was heavily hidden by the shadows of the tunnel, just a darkened figure holding a sword to the Skakdi of Stone. "Malthaitann, it is finished."

IC:Phauxx trudged casually behind Quada, keeping up with his pace. He was quite anxious to learn of his new home, it was a lot different then, then....His mind was blank. Where am I from? He wondered, keeping his thoughts to himself.

IC:Malthaitann continued his way down darkened tunnel, nothing but dim lightstones emitting a pale yellow glow to mark the trail. He hated Onu-Wahi, all the thin-air and darkness and not knowing wherever the karz he was. He continued down the tunnel, noticing a turn up ahead. His brisk pace proved too much, as he tripped and stumble over something in the ground. Something giving off heat. He didn't want to know what it was.The Skakdi kept on, determined on giving his employer a peace of his mind, not like he matter anyway, but still.

IC: "Well then," Phauxx began, impatience creeping up on him. "Shall we se Ga-Koro?"OOC: I think I'll head off on my own pretty soon.

IC:The tide was swelling, brushing farther up the shore. It enveloped around his feet as he walked, carrying with a swarm of pebbles and sand. The breeze had picked up, cascading down the shore with the temperate chill. "Ga-Koro." Phauxx repeated, trying to process what he learned. "There is a Koro for every region?"

IC:Yovtann gave the outstretched hand an question glance. He had absolutely no idea what this Soli was doing. Were they blind? Where he was from that... wasn't really much of anything.He pretended to cough, trying to clear the tension, hoping he wasn't offending this person. Just need to play nice 'till I get out of here, I suppose. He pushed off the wall, and replied, "Ah, yes, I need a sword, most obviously. Nothing to fancy, strong, sturdy, and durable."

IC:Phauxx was relieved to here those blessed words. A village. It would mean more people, as Quada was the first he had actually met. It's time, I'm ready. I'll do whatever I can to help keep this island. Phauxx thought, anxiety creeping up on him with the prospect of a village. He dedicated his life to a strict following, a religious following, of the Toa Code."A village would be great!" Excitement subtly showing forth in his tone, an added spring in his step. "So, what's there to know about this village?"

IC:Malthaitann casually walked toward the Po-Koro gates, sure enough ready to leave. He had done his job all right. It struck him odd what this all really was about, like what that Toa actually did for their mysterious employer. Then again, it didn't suit him at all. He was just some guy off the street. And it should stay that way. It looked like that guy was gonna start slugging me with that hammer of his.Not watching his pathway at all, he collided with a Matoran walking the opposite way, knocking the Matoran of his feet. The Matoran cursed at him, brushing off the dirt before scampering away.Malthaitann sighed, and continued to walk. Just a brick wall to these people, figures. Like they'd care about some lowly Skakdi in the first place. He thought, grumbling to himself as he shuffled along the stone path, the intense rays of the heat blowing over him. A small breeze had started, a cold sting gently cooling him.A quarter of Cydra's payment with him, Malthaitann did what he did best, blend in, and make it seem like he wasn't even there at all....OOC: Malthaitann to Onu-Wahi

General Discussion and Bionicle RPG

IC:Cydra had made it finally, a shiver of anxiety creeping up on him. Before him was a barren hut, off to the side, behind some stores and shops. It was no different then the average Po-Matoran home, same style of rugged architecture. Dust lined the door, an odd stillness filling the air. It was time for the grand revelation, and after all this time Cydra simply did not want to open the door. He wanted to leave, and let that terrible being sit there alone, hidden clearly in plain sight.With a surge of curiosity, Cydra opened the door and stepped inside.The hut was nearly empty, nothing but the beam of golden sunlight pouring through the lone window, illuminating the specks of dust and dirt dancing through the air, merely to settle back ddown on the ground soon enough. A figure, a brown armored Skakdi stood across from. He was a ghastly sight, thin, lanky, and rusted."You weren't who I was expecting."The Skakdi turned to face Cydra, a solemn luck caressed into his face. "I don't blame you. He says he couldn't make it. But I bet you know why he really isn't here, don't you?""Who are you?"The Skakdi let out a pleasureless chuckle. "Me, I'm nobody. Just some guy off the street he wanted to waste your time with. The target?""Captured by a cave-in in Onu-Wahi. He's still alive, but your boss won't let him stay that way, will he? I want to meet him."The Skakdi leaned over to a bag thrown carelessly against the wall behind, and chucked it to Cydra. "Your payment. I took some, but he won't mind, and I hope you don't either."Turning to the door he began to leave."I want to meet him.""Not my problem."And with that, Malthaitann was gone.

IC:Phauxx was reluctant at first. I really hope that's true. With a mere shrug of his shoulders, he replied, "Sure, that'd be great. Where should we start?"

Normally I do, as most I my PM's are for something important.

IC:"Ah, ok." Phauxx could only picture what they might be, very curious about them. He thought it be best to visit them. I don't want to leave Quada, do I? He probably has better things to do. "I guess I'll go visit them. Thanks, Quada."

IC: Cydra made his way through the Po-Koro streets, weary eyes studying the crowds of Matoran and Toa as the came by. He had a job to do, and an unpleasant fellow to meet. He couldn't help but watch, wondering how they all went about happy lives, suspecting practically nothing beneath the surface. Unfortunately, Cydra was apart of those under the surface. He had to get in, and he just never could find a way out.He continued his journey, weary, for whom he would find at his destination.

IC:Yovtann wasn't one to mind waiting. Patience is virtue, one that successful beings must require. He trudged over to the far wall and sat himself down. Leaning back into it, he let himself relax and unwind, confident things would go his way today.So, he sat there, and waited. Stronin could take his time with the customers, But Yovtann? he had all the time in the world.

I think that there is often more anticipation for the summer sets, as the wait might seem longer?

Oh, yes! I support this all the way!This, the Elemental Lords, and Artakha would be great to see.

IC:The journey was a long and tiresome one, but Cydra knew it'd be worth it. The scorching sun beat down on him in unending waves, yet he would not give in. He carried on, knees shaky and trembling, legs sore and tired. He just wanted to rest.And then, he saw it. Not far off, the grand Po-Koro thrived, resting amongst the mountains, stone and sand. It was well within his reach.A newfound confidence empowering him, he started the final leg of his journey through the stony desert.

IC:The dust settled as the wind swept to higher altitude. The sun relentless tore down on the sand and stone, beating with it's golden glow. Mountains sprout upward for the sky, looming off far in the distant horizon. Small critters scuttled off in search of shade.A lone figure commences all long trek to Po-Koro. He is a Toa of Ice, of all people, strong and tall. At his side, a powerful, great hammer. The tool to create, and to destroy.Cydra continued the long walk, ready for what awaited him at the end.

IC: Yovtann gazed upon the weapon, examining the detail, the shape of the handle. It would do quite nicely. "Ah, perfect. I will have one. How long does your weaponry last? In my, er, profession, I normally have to use weapons often."The truth was, he never did do anything illegal. Maybe a war crime or two, but nothing he was known for of doing. He preferred subtler grasps for power.They were the only kind to ever work, as it is.