Mr. House

Is actually an evil AI made by LEGO, gone rogue. Vitamins.

IC: (Sukot urn Voyuk) He lowered his Patero launcher slightly. "Who are you, may I inquire?" Sukot said in his accented voice.

IC: (Tarotrix) "I suppose one of the glorious Toa-heroes in our little group could make a bridge for us," Taro said with a touch of snark.

IC: (Sukot urn Voyuk) "That rather much depends upon the persons I'm talking too!" he shouted.

IC: (Senavysh Angavur) "I am listening, First Son..." she said quietly.

IC: (Sukot urn Voyuk/The Drifts) He'd gotten out of Ko-Koro, by the grace of whatever thing held the world together. Sukot slogged through the snow, his hole-ridden coat letting in the harshly cold air. His wounds had long since gone numb, He had in his haversack and pockets as much wealth as he could carry, along with a liberal amount of Patero rounds looted from dead comrades. The Makuta servants had the city, he knew well, and were likely going to reestablish Xa-Koro in that glorified icebox. His contract with the Sanctum Guard was rendered null and void. The mercenary would have to find his new employers, he knew well. It made him sad, loosing such stable employment, but karz, he figured he'd find a place somewhere. Going to the cable-car, he mentally applauded himself for opting out of selling his services to the Makuta cultists. Now he'd be able to go to Ta-Koro, get a drink in some Firespitter tavern, and get himself a cushy room to wait inside the city. Alarm bells, however, began to ring when he heard noise ahead. Cocking his Patero launcher, he began to wonder who would be near the cable car. Ta-Koroans? Refugees? Makuta servants? Either way, he'd make it to that thing, and if anything stood in his way, blow it to smithereens. He crouched down, and slowed his movement. The snow in the wind obscured his sight, be he knew someone was out there. "Hello! Is anyone by the Cable Car!" he shouted. "I much rather would like a ride in it..." He waited for friendlies or enemies to come to him. OOC: That would be the Outsiders.

A Conspiracy to Brainwash future generations into buying Coca-Cola. Bird Cages.

IC: (Senavysh Angavur) "I am Senavysh, Jah-Toroshu of Clan Angavur," she said politely, albeit with an awkward tone. "Representative of all The Taajar." It wasn't too often she stated her title. Less often that she explained it Imperial terms. "I feel no offense in this matter, Toroshu. Though I thought diplomacy would be regarded higher in such an establishment as this."

Emotia... Eaten. I don't remember it happening, and I don't think I'd want to...

Run their epic Spacestation. WWYDI George Washington came knocking at your door?

Glengarry Glen Ross. This movie had amazing writing and amazing acting. But absolutely no way to make competition in Real Estate anything remotely interesting.

A foul plot by the Polar Bears in charge of the Gambian government to incite a new Ice Age. Mickey Mouse.

IC: (Thentyle) He nodded, taking up his spear to finish the job. He had no fondness for killing, but he had to do his duty to Ak'rei'an. "Proceed, Sir Knight." OOC: Let's wait for Ghosthands to timeskip before posting further.

IC: (Rakona) Calling Goran into the room, she had him pick up the dazed Ira. Rakona then proceeded to the main room, where she saw the last of the guards huddled in a corner. "Sir Zenithex, Sir Thentyle, kill two, and bound the one to be sacrificed," she ordered. "Sir Weiss, Sir Zekev, come with me and Goran, we're going back into the city." IC: (Larikon Torchbearer) The pain had subsided slightly. Larikon felt he could walk, albeit with help. The city was, besides, under their control, so he had little threat of being attacked. Grabbing the cane he had Sir Jaaku find for him, he moved himself carefully from the bed. Leaning on the cane, he painfully stood upright, walking towards the doorway. He beckoned Sir Jaaku to come and escort him, silently. "I think its about time I survey our new territory, Sir Jaaku..."

IC: (Tarotrix/Mangai Interior) Taro took a long gulp from his canteen. It was a beautiful sight, one he rarely got around to seeing. The bridges seemed stable enough, being as they were probably well-maintained by the lava farmers. But some, he knew, were probably weaker than others. As the lava had a tendency to weather them over time. As he remembered clearly, Guards had to come out here every so often to fish bones from the river, whenever some farmer tried to walk upon the wrong bridge. Messy business. "We should find the most recently built bridge, or at the least a stable natural one." OOC: Please, Update the Wiki Page. for the expedition.

IC: (Senavysh Angavur) Sena had a very peeved look upon her face. This place was not one for petty squabbles, it was one of peace and meditation. She was thankful for Inokio's intervention in this matter. Nonetheless, it was a matter she thought she had not a say in, so she let the Imperials handle it themselves.

I thought they were banished to the internet netherregions...

IC: (Tarotrix) Taro wasn't much fond of dark, confined places. But nonetheless, he kept as alert as he could in this situation, walking close to where Lucira was.

IC: (Larikon Torchbearer) He'd established himself in a humble cobbler's hut. It was a small, round building, but nonetheless a fairly warm one. A fire grew slowly in the hearth, filling the room with heat. The Grandmaster himself laid in the bed the Lesterin had abandoned, propping his head up with the old pillows, and immobile under several blankets. Larikon's wounds were long patched, some were cauterized, others Jaaku had carefully bandaged. A kettle of bitter, painkilling herbal tea lay on the bedside table, with a half-full cup. Larikon had refused opium, as opium made his mind a haze. Sir Jaaku himself sat relaxed in cushioned seat, which blocked off the doorway. At this time, he was thankful for his Knight's loyalty in tending to him in this most painful time. While his body ached, Larikon's mind buzzed with contentment. The city was theirs, he realized, the Brotherhood and Legacy had taken the heathen city, and a new order would soon take hold. He was already thinking of ways to enact it, to keep it in place, and to expand it. He held a Book of Life by candlelight for guidance, As he flipped the large pages, he let himself smile, just slightly.

IC: (Rakona) "It's me, Lady Rakona, Sir Ira," she said, nudging the bottle of opium towards Ira's mouth. "Relax, you're safe from the heathens..."

I'm waiting for namcurtsno to reply as Ira, personally.

Whenua Metru, from a Toys R Us in 2004.

I've always despised 2009. As it is of my opinion that BIONICLE began to go downhill after it abandoned the MU. The Glatorian story was horrible, the sets were mediocre and overpriced, and they began to make the story absolutely dense to the younger fans. It was a travesty, in my own view.

IC: (Senavysh Angavur) Sena saw the newcomer before the Imperial Toroshu. It seemed to her he emerged from some back room. A bit of suspicion whirled in the back of her mind as he came towards them. She stood, as noble-looking as she could, and looked upon Kulrik with a neutral expression.

A Brotherhood member can have two Zombies, given they sacrifice two powers. However, I advise highly against such action. If both Zombies are destroyed, then your Toa/Lesterin/Skakdi is stuck as effectively a outsized Matoran in terms of powers. A far effective way is to loose ones element, and keep a Tryna instead. One could still make (Temporary) Zombies, and have a permanent Zombie guard the player using the mask. Secondly, Zombies may not be affected with Antidermis, for balancing reasons. As for Zombification of pets, It's theoretically possible, but would be an incredibly messy and dangerous procedure. And ultimately, far less useful than other, sentinent species. I honestly do not wish to go into it in game.