ZOMBI3S

Uhh I'm gonna go with no, because I have no idea what that stands for. TPBM parties, hard. And without remorse.

granted, but after the shards were reunited everybody killed each other, and its a very dull place now. I wish I could post links to a very popular video sharing site on bzpower

This is how I used to interpret all things Bionicle, as organic beings that simply wore their armor, and so I have to say that I love it! My only itch is that the hands seem a bit too human, maybe if they were more blue...? Just my thoughts.

Granted, but you can't use them for anything. I wish someone would read and review my epic.

Granted, but all the popular kids ruin them for you. I wish for corruption.

I absolutely suck at quotation grammar, could someone help me with that? Also, if anyone is interested in proofreading chapters in my epic before I post them, please let me know! I re-read them like five times but I still find errors after I post them

seriously this is getting creepy guys. TPBM would rather eat jello than applesauce. and @the forgotten one, the real question is how you define it

Chapter 2 - The Great Takea “I told you before, Noruk! Your kind aren’t welcome here!” a Matoran behind the bar yelled at the group of Kryll. The restaurant grew quiet at the sound of commotion, and Matoran around the room turned their heads to watch the scene. “You can’t just barge into my restaurant anytime you want! If you’re looking for someone that’s your business, but don’t come bringing it here!” A Kryll with bronze armor and emerald green eyes strolled up to the bartender. Takua gasped, realizing that it was the same one from their encounter in Ko-Wahi, only now he seemed to wear a belt with metal cylinders attached to it. But the Kryll hadn’t spotted them yet, and so Takua sank low in his seat. “I'd suggest you watch your tongue, old man,” the Kryll called Noruk said in a raspy voice. “You wouldn’t want to offend my dear friend Krosis, would you?” The bartender’s mask went white at the sound of the name, and he looked at the Kryll with golden armor. He swallowed, trying to regain his nerve, and sternly turned back to Noruk. “I can tolerate you and a couple others as long you don’t cause any damage, but not him. This is too far.” Still standing next to Kokani, the Po-Matoran waitress subtly pulled a key out of her pocket and placed it on the table. “Go and hide, before they spot you,” she whispered. “Room nineteen, second floor. Stairs are over there.” She nodded to a staircase on the far wall. Kokani grabbed the key and bent over, hiding behind tables of Matoran as he made his way toward the stairs. Before Takua knew what was going on, the others had followed his lead and had made it halfway across the room. Cursing himself for not paying attention, he ducked behind a booth and lost track of the bartender’s conversation. Focusing solely on the blue carpet in front of him, he quietly made his way across the large dining room. His friends were at the bottom of the stairs now, and Jaka turned around for a moment to make eye contact with him. Hiding underneath a round table filled with Po-Matoran, he mouthed at his friend to go on; he’d catch up. Quietly, Jaka nodded and ran up the stairs. Crash! Takua looked up at the sound of shattering dishes. Noruk held the bartender by his throat. The Matoran’s feet dangled a foot above the ground as the bronze-armored Kryll screamed at him. “We saw them enter a few minutes ago; we know you’re hiding them! Where are they!?” Other workers of The Great Takea had been standing behind the bartender, and at Noruk’s actions every one of them drew weapons. The Kryll snarled, unmoved by the butchering knives, daggers, and broken bottles pointed at his throat. The three Kryll behind him drew their scimitars and pointed them at the workers. With both sides having drawn blades, no one dared to move except the bartender, struggling desperately for air. “Put the Matoran down, Noruk.” Krosis’ deep, powerful voice sounded as his eyes surveyed the dining room. For a moment Noruk stared at his prey, but then he released his grip, the metal cylinders around his waist clinking as he did so. The bartender fell to the ground, gasping for air. One of the workers helped him to his feet while the others stared at the Kryll, not moving their blades. Takua watched silently from underneath his table, as he dared not move while Krosis stared in his direction. Silently, the golden Kryll unsheathed his blade. The curved protosteel glimmered in the soft light that streamed through the windows, and he weighed it in his hand as if he were feeling it for the first time. With a flash of his armor the Kryll threw his sword, and it slammed into the wooden top of Takua’s table, knocking it over and shattering dishes as Po-Matoran screamed and jumped away. Takua found himself sitting on the floor, entirely exposed as the restaurant was silent for a second. Krosis met his startled gaze with a cold smile. “Noruk,” he addressed his companion. “Kill them.” Takua sprang to his feet as pandemonium ensued. The Kryll lunged at the workers, cutting them down swiftly as Matoran screamed and ran for the exits. Takua sprinted for the staircase as Krosis barreled after him, retrieving his sword from the table as he passed it. Skipping two steps at a time, Takua climbed the stairs and soon found himself facing a long hallway. He ran down it, passing numbered rooms as he went. Ten, eleven, twelve... he could hear Krosis’ heavy steps, climbing the stairs behind him, but he didn’t dare stop and turn around. Finally he reached room nineteen and banged on the door with his fists. Aya opened it and pulled him in, locking it behind him. “What happened? It sounds like chaos down there!” Kokani said as Takua bent over to catch his breath. The room was small, only built for one or two Matoran to sleep in. “Krosis found me hiding under a table. I don’t think he saw me come in here though.” Kokani got up off the bed and started assembling his bladed staff from the pieces he pulled out of his pack. "Ready your weapons,” he ordered. “We’re going to need them.” A loud crack sounded from down the hallway, followed by Matoran screams and snarls from Kryll. Kokani halted at the door, and a few seconds later, as the sounds repeated, only closer. "They're searching every room for us," he concluded. "We have to go while there's still time!" Crack! Something smashed against their door from the outside; the Kryll had found them. Digging his heels, Kokani braced himself against the door, just a second before another crack sounded. The wood around the lock started to splinter, and Aya rushed forward, throwing her weight against the wood, doing her best to help Kokani hold it. “What are we going to do!?” Raipu yelled, a hint of panic in his voice. “There's no other way out!” Crack! The door strained as Kokani and Aya were pushed back. "I told you to ready your weapons!" Another body slammed against the door from the outside, and fissures spread form the door's hinges. "We know you're in there, Matoran!" The Kryll yelled, muffled from behind the heavy oak. "Come out and everything will be easier!" "Not unless you plan on buying us drinks!" Aya yelled back. Crash! The door burst off its hinges and the Kryll forced their way into the room. Aya and Kokani fell to the floor, trampled under the fallen door. Takua hugged the far wall and drew his dagger, readying himself for the King of the Kryll, but instead it was Noruk and two others that entered. Noruk paused for a moment to smirk. “Hiding like a rat, just as I figured!” The other two Kryll lunged at Takua, but Kokani grabbed their ankles, and they tumbled face first into the floor. The Ko-Matoran sprung up in front of Noruk, who struck out with his clawed fists. Kokani took both blows to the chest, knocking him back into the wall, but giving Aya enough time to get to her feet and launch her own assault. The bronze Kryll whirled around just in time to parry her blade, but wasn’t fast enough to avoid Kokani as he lunged from behind, grabbing the Kryll’s arms and locking his hands behind its neck. With a grunt he slammed Noruk into the wall, bloodying his mandibles and stunning him for a few precious moments. “Go!” Kokani pushed Takua over the two Kryll on the ground and out the door. Raipu and Jaka quickly followed. As he stumbled into the long hallway, Takua swiveled around to see another warrior standing above him. It wielded a club, and it was all he could do to put up his arms in defense as the weapon smashed into his arms and head. He fell to the ground, seeing spots as everything went dark and fuzzy. His forearms throbbed, but he could still move them. He groped the top of his head, hoping for only a large bump, but soon a trickle of blood made its way into his vision. Trying to right himself, he heard a few thumps and then a crash, and blurry figures moved all around him. In a second it was over, and he felt hands on him. “Come on, Takua!” Jaka and Raipu were pulling him up now, and the hallway seemed to spin. He turned around to see the Kryll who had clubbed him lying on the ground unconscious, and he was thankful for his friends. His vision starting to clear again, they ran down the hallway and found themselves on the balcony that wrapped around the main dining room. They turned the corner, making their way to a set of stairs on the other side of the room, when Takua stopped suddenly. Krosis and two other Kryll stood at the top of the stairs, blocking their escape, all of them almost twice Takua’s size. He met Krosis' gaze, the Kryll just barely smirking at him. “I’m going to have to ask you to come with me, Takua.” Krosis' voice was calm, almost polite, but Takua knew that nothing civil was about to happen. “You’re going to have to go through me first!” Jaka said, stepping in front of Takua and pointing his dagger at the Kryll. Krosis chuckled. It was a deep, intimidating sound “Well...that can be arranged, if you wish.” The two Kryll behind him advanced, and Jaka swallowed hard as their heavy footsteps came towards him. Slowly, he, Takua and Raipu backed up. There was no way they could win this fight. “Jaka, don’t hurt yourself,” Aya said quietly as she and Kokani pushed past the Le-Matoran. His eyes lit up at their arrival. They both had suffered cuts and bruises, but they seemed to be in good shape. Kokani cracked his neck as he gripped his staff. His blade pointed toward the Kryll, dripping with blood. “Let’s get this over with.” Wasting no time, the Kryll ran at them, and Aya drew her short, one-handed sword and slashed at the first Kryll. It blocked the attack with a spiked greave it wore around its forearm and wrenched its arm back, locking Aya's blade as it sent her crashing into the far wall with a kick to the stomach. At the same time Kokani slid to the side as he dodged the other warrior’s blade, and moved again as the Kryll struck out with its fist. Its claw ripped through the wall behind him, and the kryll struggled to move its arm, suddenly finding its arm stuck. Angered, it lashed out with its blade. Kokani parried and promptly freed the kryll from the wall with a kick. The Kryll fell back on top of Aya, who whirled around just in time to catch it with the tip of her blade. There was a nauseating crunch as her steel pierced the Kryll’s armor and poked out the other side. She pulled her sword free, and the Kryll sank to the ground, dead. The other one roared in anger, slashing at her from behind, but the Ga-matoran quickly locked blades with it. She pushed, trying to overpower it, but it was obviously stronger, and began to gain the upper hand. Steadily it pushed her to the ground, and as Kokani rushed to her aid, Krosis joined the fight and slammed the Ko-Matoran into the wall. Takua wiped the blood from his eyes as he gripped his dagger. He wanted to help, but his head was still a bit fuzzy, and he feared he would only get in the way. “We have to find another way out,” he told Jaka as he started to turn around. “There’s another staircase over—” Strong arms clamped around him and he was lifted into the air by his throat. Noruk stood in front of him, his mandibles still bleeding as he spoke. “Surprise.” Startled, Jaka and Raipu yelled out, ready to run at the kryll, but Noruk squeezed Takua tighter. “You come any closer and your friend dies.” More blood dripped into Takua’s eyes as he struggled to breathe. Noruk stared at him, made even more menacing from his wounds. Takua groped at the Kryll’s wrist, trying to free himself, but he wasn’t strong enough, and Noruk only squeezed him tighter. “You and your friends killed my brother, Takua,” Noruk’s emerald eyes stared into Takua's as he gasped for air. The Kryll smiled, clicking his mandibles excitedly at Takua's pain. “I will have my revenge.” His vision started to wane, Takua caught a glimpse of the Kryll's belt. Acting as fast as he could, he clamped his fingers around one of the metal cylinder at Noruk's waist, and slammed it against the Kryll’s head. Noruk dropped him as he stumbled, and the cylinder clattered to the floor between Takua and Raipu. A small red light its top flashed, and the object let out a small, high-pitched beep every second or so. Takua stared at it as he caught his breath, and Noruk’s eyes widened as he regained his footing. Without any warning, the Kryll turned, and ran. A bit taken aback, Takua looked after him. “Where’s he going?” “Move!” Kokani slammed into him just as the cylinder exploded. The balcony was shattered, and everyone upon it was thrown into the air. Wood and plaster rained down as smoke and some sort of grey-green gas filled the area. Takua hit the blue carpet of the dining room with a thud and almost blacked out. He coughed, wiping blood from his eyes as he struggled to get up. Shaking off dust and debris, he looked around, confused. His sight was blurry and his ears were ringing. All around him he could hear people yelling through the smoke, but he couldn't make anything out. His head throbbed. "Takua!" His hearing came back to him and he turned to see Jaka leaning over him. "Takua! Can you hear me?" "Yeah," he sat up and covered his mouth with his palm to cough. He glanced at his hand, and looked at Jaka. “What?” Takua showed him his palm, and it was covered in blood. Turning over, he faced the ground as he went into a coughing fit, and more blood splattered the floor. “Mata Nui,” Jaka said, looking at the gas that was quickly filling up the room. “It’s poison!” Takua nodded as he coughed again. Through the gas he could make out Aya leaning over Raipu, who was still on the ground. He checked himself for the Atouri and his dagger, then grabbed Jaka's hand and pulled himself up. "Raipu," Aya said as Takua and Jaka came into earshot. "Raipu, come on, you're all right. Come on, wake up!" Takua looked at the Po-Matoran and remembered that after Kokani pushed him out of the way, Raipu had been closest to the metal cylinder. Raipu had taken the full force of the blast. “Raipu, please!” Aya yelled. An overwhelming sense of guilt came upon Takua. If it wasn’t for Kokani, this would have been him. This should have been him. “Raipu!” The Po-Matoran didn’t open his eyes. “Raipu!”

Granted, but it snaps into pieces whenever you try to walk with it. I wish for Jennifer Lawrence.

MY GOD YOU'RE A GENIUS TPBM is weird.

Only lunch and dinner, sorry TPBM likes sonic the hedgehog

A herald of poop, to be precise. TPBM once ate a cicada.

Granted, but it poops everywhere and can't be trained. I wish for taco bell.

YUP The person below me has a pair of velcro shoes. *Aw, he got the velcros*

TL;DNR, I was hoping for some pictures....

Chapter 1 - Misfits Lightning flashed as Takua gripped the rock, pressing his back against the mountain as the thunderstorm pelted him with rain. Mud and water rushed off a ledge above his head, forming a wall of brown liquid that cascaded just inches from his face. The tame, wide, mountain road they'd departed Ko-Koro on had morphed into a narrow shelf, cutting into the near vertical cliffs, forcing the company to shimmy along its edge in single file. One false step on the slippery rocks could send them plummeting down the near-vertical mountainside. Eventually there was a break in the cascade of water, and Takua looked around, making sure everyone was still present. He wiped the mud from his mask and yelled over the torrential rain. “Everyone alright?” Jaka nodded, standing right behind him, and Aya responded with a thumbs-up, a couple feet in front. He saw the white outline of Kokani even farther ahead, easily thirty feet away. He was barely visible through the downpour, but Takua wasn’t worried about Kokani. “Where’s Raipu?” he asked. Minutes ago the Po-Matoran had stood between him and Aya. He looked around, searching for a second before repeating himself. “Where’s Raipu!?” “Help!” Raipu’s voice rang out, and Takua glanced over the edge of the shelf. The Po-Matoran was dangling by his fingers over the vast drop-off, nothing but air beneath him. Takua got down to his knees as fast as he could without throwing himself off-balance. “Raipu grab my hand!” he yelled, and the Po-Matoran took it, pulling himself up toward the ledge. Crack! A section of the rock shelf gave way, and Takua let out a yell as he fell into the open air. Desperate, he reached to grab onto something, and just barely managed to connect with Aya’s hand. The Ga-Matoran strained under their combined weight, and she was forced to lie on her stomach to prevent herself from being pulled over. "Pull!" Takua yelled. Aya tried her best, but it wasn’t enough. Even as Jaka’s scrambled to help, Takua could feel his fingers slipping away from them, and he looked down at Raipu, desperately clinging to his other arm. The rain obscured his vision, and all he could see below him was a grey void. “Takua don’t you dare let go!” Jaka yelled at him. “I’m slipping!” Inch by inch, Takua felt his arm slip out of Aya’s grip, and he closed his eyes. Then, another hand gripped onto his arm, and he looked up to find Kokani staring down at him. With the Ko-Matoran’s help, Jaka and Aya managed to pull them back onto the ledge, and the five Matoran sat for a moment and rested. Thunder rumbled above them as they sat, until Aya finally spoke up. “We need to find shelter, Kokani,” she turned her head to look at the Ko-Matoran. “We’re going to get ourselves killed out here.” Kokani nodded. “There’s a small cave up ahead. We can rest there for the night.” ~~~ Takua sat down, sighing as he leaned back against the wall of the cave. His pack crumpled to the floor beside him, and he wedged his lightstone into a crack in the wall, providing just enough light to get a good look around. The space was just large enough for the five of them, and provided much needed shelter from the raging storm outside. He eyed Kokani as he rummaged through his pack, finally having a moment to collect his thoughts. He had every reason to trust the Ko-Matoran, but he couldn’t seem to shake Illum’s words. Since they had left Ko-Koro, Takua had tried to find out more about their guide, but to no avail. Kokani never gave up anything about his past. It wasn't that his brief conversation with Illum had completely shaken his trust in the Ko-Matoran, but rather, it had made him realize just how little he knew about him. It was, now that he'd been thinking about it, a little unnerving. He stared, watching Kokani's muddied armor move in the yellow light, until finally he decided to speak “How do you know Illum, Kokani?” Kokani glanced at the Le-Matoran, the light twinkling in his eyes. “Why do you ask?” He shrugged. “I was just wondering.” Kokani sighed as he pulled an extra lightstone and a map from his pack. “Illum is Onu-Koro’s ambassador. He travels to other villages and cities, discussing relations and politics. I have met him many times over my years with the Sanctum.” Takua nodded. “You two don’t seem to get along very well.” Kokani huffed, making it obvious what his thoughts were before opening his mouth. “He is a politician. He debates and argues about what is best for the Matoran, but only so long as it will keep his coffers full of widgets. He dresses himself in precious jewels while there are people in his city that remain poor and starving. Never once has he been out in the real world, and never once has he truly meant the words he speaks.” Takua looked down at the ground, feeling a little guilty as Kokani placed his lightstone on the floor of the cave, spreading out his map. He motioned for the others to gather around, and Takua knew he shouldn’t have taken Illum’s words to heart when Kokani’s actions should have spoken louder. “We’re about here,” Kokani changed the subject as he pointed to the northern border of Ko-Wahi, just beneath a small green strip of vegetation at the edge of the mountains. To the north was the vast expanse of the Motara desert, and to the east the small green strip expanded into the mangrove forests of Ga-Wahi and Naho bay. “We should be able to descend out of the mountains by tomorrow afternoon, and from there we can travel east under the cover of the forest to Ga-Koro.” “We won’t be going through Po-Koro?” Raipu asked. Kokani looked up. “Why would we?” “I don’t know…” he trailed off. “I just figured we would stop for supplies or something.” Jaka cocked his head, studying Raipu for a second. “Feeling homesick?” he asked. “What? No...” Raipu looked at him, trailing off. “…well, maybe a little." He paused, looking at the cavern floor before shrugging his shoulders. "I’ll be alright though.” Kokani's ice blue eyes looked at the Po-Matoran, clearly not caring about anyone's homesickness. He pointed to the map again. "We travel directly to Ga-Koro. The trees provide cover if we run into any trouble, and there numerous small villages along the way if we are in desperate need of supplies. But I'd prefer if we kept that to a minimum." He took a moment to look at everyone in the room. "Any questions?" Takua shook his head, along with everyone else. Occasionally Aya was able to get away with challenging Kokani, but other than that, everything was pretty much his call. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, however; he was definitely the most seasoned traveler among them. Satisfied, Kokani rolled up his map and packed it away. He pulled his pack to the corner of the cave, pulling out a small cloth, content to polish his blade in silence. With all of his business taken care of, the group was quiet, and Takua listened to the pitter-patter of rain as it hit the rock outside. He gazed out the cave's entrance, the sky a blurry, grey canvas, only interrupted by the occasional flash of lightning, or the delayed rumble of thunder. “You have someone special there, don’t you?” Takua's attention was pulled back to the group as Aya's voice broke the silence. The Ga-Matoran smirked, leaning forward as she pointed at Raipu. Kokani may have been her mentor at some point, but she was nothing like him when it came to personality. Where Kokani was quiet and stoic, Aya was loud and...well, very forward. "Someone you really want to see, yeah?" Aya grinned. Raipu looked surprised as she changed the subject back to him, but slowly, he let out a small chuckle. “I guess you could say that.” “Well come on, tell us!” she demanded, folding her arms and leaning back. “We have nowhere to be.” Raipu sighed and fiddled with a string on his pack before speaking up. “Her name’s Nika. We grew up together. When I first left for Le-Koro I asked her to come with me, but…” he stopped for a moment, thinking of what to say. “...I guess she liked home more than I did.” "You left her for Le-Koro?" Aya raised her eyebrows, curious. "Why?" “I...I’m not really sure,” Raipu shook his head, “I’m not like a lot of Po-Matoran, I guess. I never really fit in there. I wasn’t a good carver, I didn’t value Kolhii the way everyone else did, and...well, I guess I just needed a change of scenery," he paused twirling his string around his fingers. "We still write each other, but...I'd still like to see her if I could." "Well, that's..." Aya's eyes looked up as she trailed off, thinking of the right word. Her mask contorted, as if everything that came to her wasn't satisfying enough. She sighed, finally finishing her thought, albeit a bit uncomfortably. "...cute." Takua snorted a little bit, looking from her to Raipu. Aya had a way with sarcasm, in that you could never really tell when she was using it. "If that's what you want to call it, I guess." Raipu squinted, not really sure what she meant by that. He flicked his string out of his hands, “What about you? A Ga-Matoran in Ko-Wahi? I bet that has a story.” "Yeah..." There was silence for a few moments before the Ga-Matoran spoke up. “Ga-Koro's nice and all, but it was always too quiet for me. Everyone would look at you funny if you said anything about adventure, and once you get a reputation as being different…well....” She drew her short sword as she paused, inspecting its blade in the dim light. “Eh...Ga-Koro bored me," she summed up. "When I met Kokani I decided I’d had enough of it, and I left.” She sent a glance over to the Ko-Matoran, who looked up for only a second, but then went back to polishing his staff. Jaka chimed in as he bit into a strip of jerky, adding his own two cents. “I wouldn’t say we were the most popular Matoran either.” Takua let out a half-smile from where he sat, holding the Atouri in his palm, tracing its edges with his index finger. It shimmered in the light, reflecting small spots of light on the cave walls. Eventually, he looked up at the others and shrugged. “I guess we’re all misfits here, huh?” A long roll of thunder boomed outside, and the gentle tapping of rain echoed throughout the cave. Takua rolled out his sleeping pad and stared at the rocky ceiling, letting his mind drift where it pleased until sleep took him. ~~~ Kokani knelt down and sifted through the ashes of the old fire pit. A few Rahi bones and a broken scimitar lay around it. "It’s old, probably a few days," he concluded. "A band of kryll camped here; four, maybe five of them. We need to be on our guard: there are many more of them on this side of the mountains." They were entering the green strip Kokani had pointed out the previous night, and as they traveled down the mountain, the more apparent that became. More plants grew, and eventually they found themselves surrounded not only by tall grasses and shrubs, but lush, green trees and forests of bamboo. The crisp air warmed, growing increasingly humid, and the snow that capped the mountain formed streams that gurgled and crisscrossed over the small trail they walked on. Takua took a deep breath and savored the humid air. It deeply reminded him of Le-Koro. His time in Ko-Wahi had made him miss the cover of the leaves and the small spaces it provided. The scents and sounds of the forest all came rushing back to him, and he loved every second of it. Even the bugs that buzzed around made him smile as they hovered by his ears and darted off before he could smack at them. As evening came that day they found themselves out on the farms of a small trading village, gently nestled at the base of the mountain. Terraced crops were cut into the rock, and they saw farmers and livestock returning to their homes after a hard day’s work. The Matoran living here were rather diverse: most of them were a mix of Po and Onu-Matoran, but one could also pick out the occasional Ga-matoran walking the streets. Herds of Mahi wandered the fields, while trained Hapaka barked at anyone passing by. As they walked, they even saw one farmer trying to coax a Husi bird to come down from where it was perched atop a roof. Takua chuckled at the sight. Kokani led the way to the village’s inn, where they stopped to have a decent meal and the chance to sleep in a real bed. A bell above the door rang as he opened it, and the voices of many Matoran flooded their ears as they did. The luxurious two-story building was decorated with hand carved wood along the walls and ceiling. There was a spot of wooden floor near the entrance to wash one's feet, as the rest of the structure's floor was covered in dark blue carpet. The main lobby served as a restaurant and bar, and a small ornate fountain was placed directly in the room's center, displaying a scene of a Takea shark leaping out of the water. The fountain's base read 'The Great Takea,' presumably the name of the place. There was a second floor balcony that stretched around the perimeter of the lobby, which led into a long hallway filled with rooms. Following Kokani’s lead, all five of them sat down at an empty table. A Po-Matoran waitress soon greeted them, and passed out menus. “Welcome to The Great Takea, restaurant and luxury resort. What can I do for you this—” She stopped talking immediately as looked up from her notepad, making eye contact with Takua, then Jaka and Kokani. “You’re Le-Matoran…” she trailed off. Takua and Jaka exchanged a confused glance before looking back at her. “Is something wrong?” Jaka asked. The waitress’ mask drained of color as she looked at the setting sunlight that streamed through the windows. “You have to leave. All of you.” Aya spoke up. “Hey, we've traveled a long way to get here, and you have no reason to kick us out! We’re paying customers!” “You don’t understand,” the waitress said, looking around nervously. “Every night about this time Kryll come in. They're looking for a group of—” The door swung open forcefully, and everyone turned their heads. A group of Kryll stood in the doorway, led by one Turaga Nuju himself had warned them about: Krosis, the King of the Kryll.

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Hey creepy looking guy on the floating mountain, GO LONG

It depends on the situation. I'll always back up my friends on something though. TPBM considers popular culture annoying.

Welcome to the late night show with Krika, musical guest: deadpool

No one knows that. That's not even real. TPBM smells funny.

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Nope. I prefer do anything other than studying. TPBM loves cheez-its.

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2/5 I've seen your name before