#hahli

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He doesn't even hear them.

He's so preoccupied with frantically dispatching Rahkshi in the hopes that at least one of them will shoot down a few of the far too many flocks of furious flying Rahi that suddenly stormed the other side of the Colosseum out of nowhere before Teridax realizes what his supposed Turaga has allowed to happen and punishes him for it, that by the time he catches the tall figures that have crawled into his room like ants attracted by rotting meat it's too late for him to even have the time to stumble away from them.

The protosteel talons are deathly cold as the hand wielding them clamps around his mouth. He screams and shouts and wails as hard as he can, but the words are muffled, barely recognizable.

"Where did you put it?" Hahli hisses, eyes piercing holes into his head. Behind her Kongu moves quickly, searching. "Where is the Avohkii?"

The mask - they want the Mask of Light, why do they want the Mask of Light? What are they planning? To make another Toa of Light? With whom? The Av-Matoran should all be heavily guarded, they can't possibly have found a candidate in such a short time, they can't have freed them, he would have known, it would have been reported! Her talons are so sharp and he can't tear his eyes away from them, even though he knows she's not supposed to hurt him according to the Code; looking at the bright side, his terror is keeping him from giving away the Avohkii's location in the room that the Toa of Air is now all but quietly turning inside out. Why, why, why hasn't he melted it down already? He should have chucked it into the forges the second he had it! But no, he had to keep it, keep it here of all places (why? He's not sure - maybe out of some sort of curiosity that's better described as envy, maybe out of some kind of stupid hope that it would latch onto him and do something, anything, to make him more than who he is) and now they're going to find it inevitably and, and... And then what? What? He wracks his brain to try and understand the purpose of their search. It's not like they can gain its power anyways, and it's all but completely useless without a Toa to bear it. Unless Takanuva is still -- no, no, he cannot be, they can't have found him, Pohatu said he had taken care of him and he was safe and sound somewhere nobody else would have found him so he probably hid him away in a cave, or somewhere secluded and secret and safe, and - Pohatu! Of course! Of course, of course--

Hahli struggles to contain him as he thrashes and squirms in her grip, howling against her palm and through the mind link he developed between them on the Island for his Toa to fight off these ruthless thieves; she tries to hold him still, to clamp her hands around him tighter without suffocating him, but he is just so loud and her fingers are shaking.

Kongu abandons any semblance of carefulness and starts tearing through anything that can open one way or another, desperate to find the mask so they can leave, so he can stop ignoring him as he screams and cries for their brother to run to his aid, to come save him, save him, save him--

"Stop it!" his sister finally snarls.

Silence follows.

He can't hear her thoughts anymore, but for a second - for a long second - he feels as though the Suletu was back on his face, and instead of having his spine turned to the two of them he was looking right at them.

He can almost feel the way she erupts into the false Turaga's mind with a roar that is more of a sob through a new mental connection.

He can almost feel the stunned emptiness that responds to her for a long, infinite moment.

Akhmou's hands lay shaking on her wrist. She does not fight them when they pull it down, freeing his mouth, allowing him to yell as hard and loud and long as he might want, and yet he only looks at her directly in the eyes, silently, as he cups her palm in his own trembling ones with a gaze that begs her to lie to him.

The question refuses to come out of him: it curls on itself in the deepest recesses of his throat, shaking its head, protesting its own existence, trying to disappear so that the answer can never meet it.

But the door to his mind is still open a sliver, and the response slips through it.

Akhmou stares at her.

He starts shaking.

Harder.

Harder.

Harder.

Pohatu had come to visit him after he'd settled into this room that could be best described as Turaga Dume's office, while he was fighting with his too long shawl like a proper idiot.

He had beamed at him with a smile so bright it could have vaporized a kraata: "By the Great Spirit! Aren't you a fine distinguished sight!"

"Don't make fun of me," Akhmou had mumbled, embarrassed.

"I would never dare to, Turaga," the Toa had laughed good-naturedly. He'd made his way over to him to lift the fabric off of his shoulders before he could get too tangled in it, so they could both better figure out what to do with that blasted piece of cloth and curse whoever had decided to make it mandatory for this position together between quiet chuckles, as though sharing an inside joke; he'd placed it down on the Matoran's shoulders, and watched him adjust it to his liking. "There you go," he'd grinned proudly: "It suits you, doesn't it? Just a little long, but that can be fixed."

"You really think so?"

"There's plenty of scissors large enough in Metru Nui."

"No, I meant..."

"I know, I know! I was messing with you, little brother." then he'd hushed briefly as though he'd bitten his tongue, correcting himself in a sheepish tone: "Turaga. Sorry, force of habit."

Akhmou had hummed thoughtfully, and cleared his throat, and smoothed his shawl with a sudden important air about himself.

"Well now," he'd announced sternly, pushing his chest forward and furrowing his brows in the best parody of Onewa's reprimanding scowl, "Referring to me like that should get you a wack of my staff to the head for your insolence--"

(Pohatu had snorted. Loudly. Between the voice, the pantomime and the choice of words he hadn't been able to resist. He'd pressed his hands to his mouth and shut his eyes hard to stop himself from laughing, trembling as he failed so badly he needed to squat down before he doubled over and fell from holding back his hoarser and hoarser chuckles. Akhmou had started snickering with him after a few moments, telling him to "Quit- quit that, this is a very serious - I am very angry, this is a serious thing that is happening now" while they both struggled to come down from their giggling fits until the Toa had finally managed to suck in a big, big breath, calm down, stand back up, settle himself in a properly formal stance, and gesture at the Matoran to please continue his speech.)

He'd cleared his throat again: "As I was saying! Such an offense should get you a wack. However, as you have always been otherwise very polite to me, and as the only Toa to answer to me with the proper respect, I've decided very magnanimously to give you permission to continue calling me little brother. Only in informal settings, of course."

Pohatu had bowed very, very deeply before him, so deeply that his mask almost touched the ground, and said as obsequiously as he could: "Thank you, little brother."

Akhmou had struggled not to start laughing again and twisted his expression into a comical grimace: "This is a formal setting."

"Oh whoops."

(They'd choked on their chuckles for two good minutes. "You can't keep doing this," Akhmou had tried to steel himself long enough to tell him, "It's not - I can't work well if you keep-" as Pohatu sank back to the floor with a wheezed apology, arms wrapped around his middle like he was having the stomach ache of a lifetime.)

"You're forgiven," the Matoran had eventually conceded, even patting the top of the Toa's head - since it was in reach, for once.

The larger being had leaned into his palm with a grin, sitting up: "And here you were wondering if you'd be a good Turaga," he'd laughed, "You've already shown more patience for a silly Toa like me than anybody else would have bothered."

"Even Teridax?"

"Hm, maybe not yet to that level. He's had me around for a hundred thousand years, after all." then he'd laughed, gently, amused: "Hopefully you won't have to endure me for that long."

(Akhmou had never told him that Teridax terrified him.)

(But so long as Pohatu was there, he did not have to worry.)

(Because Pohatu would have protected him, and he would have never hurt him; because if Pohatu had survived so long at Teridax's side and never become like him, then he would been safe, too; because if Teridax had never hurt Pohatu in one hundred thousand years, then he would have never hurt him, either; because Pohatu cared about him, truly, and he wasn't sure he could say the same for many other beings. Because Pohatu was a Toa, and Toa don't kill.)

Pohatu had cupped his head in his own hands, brushing his thumbs against the cheeks of his mask: "Look at you," he'd said. Their foreheads had met with a soft sound, like they'd met in the dark cave on the island of Mata Nui. "I'm proud of you, little brother."

Akhmou had believed him.

He really had.

And now he...

Now he...

Now he...

Now...

Now...

Now...

"Hahli," Kongu calls.

His voice sounds a little hoarse.

The flying Rahi outside are screaming less and less against the Rahkshi, either chased away or shot out of the skies: their cover, requested by the Zatth's power, won't last for much longer.

A dull sheen disappears from his hand and into a bag.

"We should quickflee. Now."

His sister nods.

Her eyes linger for a moment again to the Matoran curled up on the floor, shaking pitifully, mask cradled in his hands, thin voice sobbing over and over the same few barely discernible murmurs as he drowns in a shawl too big for him.

She wraps her limbs and fins around her brother with her Faxon shining only briefly, to gift her the mimetic coat that allowed their ascension to this room to be mistaken for a slightly too forceful breeze nobody had any reason to worry about at all, and they abandon Akhmou to cry in the complete and total loneliness of an abyss that once again opens beneath him to swallow him whole, between walls of air denser than the water that once almost devoured him and a silence that screams like an unmarked grave.

#bionicle #akhmou #hahli #kongu #orpiment au #random writing #today we are Causing Akhmou Irreparable Damage #this is another non linear moment! next up: i come for your fucking kneecaps #orpiment pohatu has exactly two things that make him genuinely happy in his life and those are teridax and akhmou #and akhmou is holding onto him like his life fucking depends on him #as for teridax... #well.

[bionicle-ramblings]

Just mentally walking in a circle right now, muttering to myself:

Nokama, Hahli, and Maku

Nokama, Hahli, and Maku

Nokama, Hahli, and Maku

Nokama, Hahli, and Maku

Nokama, Hahli, and Maku

Nokama, Hahli, and Maku

Nokama, Hahli, and Maku

Nokama, Hahli, and Maku

Nokama, Hahli, and Maku

Nokama, Hahli, and Maku

Nokama, Hahli, and Maku

Yes, I am completely sane, why do you ask?

I have the Ta-Metru Trio, well, now I have the Ga-Metru Trio/Ga-Metru Gals

I'm workshopping the name still

#bionicle #ramblings #nokama #hahli #maku #they need a group name #i know Nokama likely didn't have many friends of at all but the idea of Hahli and Maku still including her is sending me

[jaller-nuva]

The greatest of heroes have humble beginnings...

By Iconicstills

#Lego #Bionicle #matoran #Jaller #Hahli #Takua #Mata Nui

[arzeron]

Trying out some more dynamic poses.

#bricklink studio #bionicle #matoran #hahli #macku

[foundfamilyadoptionagency]

#Hahli #Bionicle #toa hahli #toa inika #toa mahri #bionicles #lego bionicle #adoption poll #image submitted #tags submitted

[alastheswarmleaderhasescaped]

Describe their relationship in one picture(?)

#bionicle #lego #lego bionicle #jaller #hahli #jahli

[magicalgirlartist]

[ID: 3 panel comic featuring human versions of Bionicle characters. Hahli blushes and holds her hands to her chest with surprise, saying "C-Captain Jaller!" Jaller, a young man with short blonde hair and an open red vest, blushes and says "Hahli?" Both panels have shojo bubbles and white sparkles in the background. Onepu, with purple hair and gloves, frowns and gestures towards them, saying "Why does he get to be "Captain Jaller" but I'm just "Onepu?"" Behind him, Macku smirks and holds a hand to her chin, saying "lol, lmao even." end ID.]

Finished up this post from last year of a goof bit from the Bionicle Sports Anime that exists in my head. Onepu is so annoyed. He and Jaller are the same rank. It's the lack of respect >:(

[Commissions open!]

#bionicle #human bionicle #art #fanart #hahli #jaller #onepu #macku #not pictured: taipu breaking takua's back with a simple hug to say hello #bionicle sports anime

[herora-nuva]

Who wrote the Bionicle books? (in-universe)

When talking about the Bionicle books with fans, Greg Farshtey (the real world author) would sometimes take a page from J.R.R. Tolkien and say that the stories were actually texts from the Bionicle universe that he "translated" into English. Which got me thinking, if these were stories that were written in the Bionicle universe, who wrote them?

And I thought the cutest answer would be, it was the Chroniclers who wrote them! And the more I thought about it, the more I realized this theory works surprisingly well! There were 3 main Chroniclers (Takua, Hahli, and Kopeke) corresponding to the 3 series of Bionicle books (Chronicles, Adventures, and Legends)

Takua was Cathy Hapka, and the primary author of the Chronicles series, relating the adventures of the Toa Mata to the island of Mata Nui. In some cases it was implied that he was either there in background of the events, or simply heard of them from the Toa themselves during his many conversations with them. The exception was Tales of the Masks, written by Greg Farshtey Hahli. The Tales are included in the Chronicles as they take place during that time, though as they are the story of how the Turaga decided to reveal Metru Nui just before the Kohlii Tournament, they were only revealed and published after Takua ascended to the ranks of Toa, and are the first events she recorded. Mask of Light was also written by Takanuva as a final chronicle relating his own journey to find the Seventh Toa. It is often grouped with the Chronicles, though as he was no longer officially the Chronicler, it is sometimes considered separately.

Next is the Adventures, written by Hahli, translated by Greg Farshtey. You can really see the distinct writing styles between Hahli and Takua emerge here. She recorded the Adventures as she was canonically there for almost all of the Turaga's council sessions where they told the Toa Nuva.

The Legends series was written by Kopeke, who became Chronicler after it was discovered Hahli had also been transformed into a Toa. Kopeke learned of many of the events that took place second hand from Hahli, who canonically told him of the events in the Pit, and probably told him of the adventures on Voya Nui. Having been given his stories from the previous Chronicler, Kopeke's writing style is noted fro being highly similar Hahli's both written by Greg Farshtey. Kopeke also later learned of the events in Karda Nui when the Toa Nuva returned home. Much of these Legends had to be written in secret during the Reign of Shadows, as a hope to keep the stories of the Toa heroes alive during the dark times.

But then of course there are the Bara Magna books, and I believe these were recorded by Berix, who took on the role of Chronicler in Mata Nui's band of Glatorian in their adventures. After the Reformation, he worked closely with Kopeke to recount the events of the Battle of Bara Magna, leading to his style being heavily influenced by Kopeke's and Hahli's Farshtey styles.

And so there you have it! Those are the true authors of the Bionicle books in my headcanon! Let me know what you guys think about this

#bionicle #books #chronicler #takua #hahli #kopeke #berix #cathy hapka #greg farshtey

[beesgav]

all of my "oh yeah I like bionicle" posts wind up being Takua and/or Jaller so. switching it up this time

#bionicle #hahli #macku #matoran #lego #bonkle #bonkles #digital #art #sketchbook

[kanohi-kualsi]

Hahli Mahri

#bionicle #pixel art #bionicle art #toa mahri #hahli #robot #pixel art gif

[oonicornflower]

Do Hahli's wings... DO anything outside of water? Like they seem big enough to work as fins but once she's back on the surface, they seem a little small to keep her airborne. Do they just become vestigial out of water? Or do they work fine and she can just fly?

#bionicle #hahli

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The sound of waves is the only thing keeping the silence from clamping its sharp jaws upon them, chewing them to bits. The water sloshing softly against the cave's small underwater opening continues its perpetual motion blissfully oblivious to the thoughts that weigh heavy on eleven minds.

The words of their previous conversation dangle in the air like knives held by rotting ropes.

Maybe, if none of them speak, everything will dissipate.

Maybe everything will go and just undo itself.

Maybe everything will be normal again.

Quiet.

"I can't," Hewkii croaks.

Takanuva's fingers keep ghosting over his pained wrists, expression vacant, breathing imperceptibly, almost shell-shocked; his ankles are similarly wounded. Jaller and Nuparu flank him, working to at least somewhat fix the dents in the once constricted joints to give their friend a little physical relief, but they're distracted.

"I can't," Hewkii repeats, and his face disappears in his hands. "I can't fight him."

"None of us want to," Onua's voice rumbles kindly.

Lewa is trying to wrap around all five of his remaining siblings simultaneously after having pulled Kongu in close in an attempt to stop himself from shaking too hard. The former captain of the Gukko Force has not complained about it.

"I can't," Hewkii insists: "I can't, I can't..."

"None of us want to," Gali assures him softly.

"He's my brother," the Toa of Stone sobs. One of Hahli's fins carefully lays on his back. "He leaped in to save Hafu from the Tahnok, and he helped us escape when we were sieged, and he promised he would make me feel better when I was sick from the Comets and defeated the Nui-Jaga with Takanuva, and he - he - I can't, I can't..."

"None of us want to." Tahu says.

"You don't understand," red eyes rise to meet theirs, shining with an almost liquid sheen: "I am his little brother. He looked me in the eyes and promised he would protect me with his life. I can't fight him. Even if I tried, even if I wanted to more than anything, even if I could manage to disown him, I could never fight him. I wouldn't manage to lay a finger on him. He's... He's still Pohatu. He's still Pohatu, so I can't. I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't..."

His voice quiets, quiets, quiets, until his heartbroken rambles are drowned by the calm waves as he trembles balled up on himself.

Takanuva continues to stare vacantly at the ground.

They both look so vulnerable, like this.

So lost.

"It's not him," Jaller says. His tone lacks confidence. He turns to Tahu: "It's not really him, isn't it? It's a mimic of sorts."

Tahu does not answer.

Gali picks up the words his closed up throat can't let out with a slow, mournful shake of her head: "Mimics cannot copy memories."

"Then he's mindcontrolled," Kongu's voice is muffled by the armor of his Air brother. His position isn't the most comfortable, but he does not move to face the other Toa. "Like us under the krana, or when Takadox eyestares and braincleanses catchpreys or foolallies. Makuta is evercrafty - I'd be nonesurprised if he could do that."

Lewa's hold on him tightens only a little. Talking eludes him, but his message is clear: He wasn't. He couldn't be. I know how it feels, how it looks in someone's mind, how it reflects in their bodies; I did not see that in him.

"He still has plenty of kraata," Hahli intervenes mildly, without conviction, "He could have..."

"His mask was unmarred," Onua cuts her off - although her voice was already trailing into silence again, already fully doubting her own hopeful hypothesis.

"Antidermis, then," Nuparu offers. He is still working on Takanuva's ankle, or at least trying to. Effectively, all he's done for the past few minutes is stare at it, at the deep bruises the stone constrictions have left to make sure he could not escape even if he'd come to before the tide did (which is what happened, as Hewkii recalled hearing the now eerily silent Toa of Light's screams for help before he even found the cave's entrance). "We saw with the Zamor spheres. He's gaseous. He could have slipped in at some point. Maybe after the first time you fought. Worked his way into his head slowly."

Silence.

"We did leave him." Tahu murmurs. His soft voice sounds so awfully loud in the quiet when he corrects himself: "I did leave him, when I thought we would have had no time to go after him."

Hewkii's sobs continue to melt in the waves.

Takanuva remains perfectly immoble.

It would make it so much easier if it wasn't Pohatu.

It would explain everything so well, so painlessly. It would make all of it a lie, a ploy, yet another unnecessarily cruel scheme Teridax has orchestrated in the nick of time, another plot to beat them down: replacing their brother, so comfortably warm, with a cold imperfect hateful replica.

It would let them hold out hope that the real Pohatu is out there, maybe dead, hopefully alive, and that he is struggling but resisting just like they are; and with that conviction they would be able to leave this hiding place and fight off his doppelganger.

It would make every single word he said a dastardly attempt at destroying their spirit. Falsehoods constructed to hurt with a semblance of truth that cannot be real.

It would make his anger less genuine, his devotion less agonizing, his bitterness less cancerous.

But it is Pohatu.

It always was.

They know it.

They know it.

They know it.

None of them want to fight him.

None of them want to hurt him.

Kopaka stands with great difficulty, rising slowly to his feet.

"I'll bring him back."

"Don't start this," Gali snaps angrier than she wants to be, pleading eyes churning like whirlpools dragging ships to the bottom of the sea: "Please, Mata Nui protect us, do not start this."

"I will."

"Don't," Lewa calls for him with a thin voice, the first thing he's managed to say in hours: "Don't go."

"It is my own fault any of this was allowed to happen. I will fix it."

"Your own fault?" Tahu speaks. Fire builds up in his throat as his volume rises: "Your own fault?"

"If I hadn't conveyed the situation so badly, he would be here now."

"Then it's his own fault for not letting you explain!" his Fire brother roars, jumping upright, armor glowing hot with anger, sizzling, steaming, singing the muscles beneath it.

His younger siblings pull themselves back.

His sister snarls his name in a warning tone.

His Air brother wraps tighter around Kongu.

Onua watches.

The Toa of Fire continues his rampage, stepping all the way up to Kopaka's mask until their chests almost touch, and the difference in temperature between their rapidly cooling and heating bodies almost causes strings of steam to erupt from them: "Or for not dying in the storm, or for deciding to remain with the Makuta, or for trusting them because they welcomed him, or for falling for whatever Teridax did to him because he was alone and vulnerable, or for figuring out something was amiss! Or maybe it's their fault for not doing the same!" and his hand points at the other three Mata before going back to his heartlight: "It's my fault for not telling any of them! It's our fault for deciding to keep this to ourselves! It's our fault, all six of us, for not being able to work as a team! Or maybe it's Helryx's fault for not telling everything to all of us herself, Hydraxon's fault for raising us as he did, the Order's fault for being so secretive, Artakha's fault for making us, Mata Nui's fault for needing us to be made in the first place! Maybe it's even the Great Beings' fault somehow!"

His Ice brother stares him down, brows furrowed, mouth scowling, and for a split second everybody is back on Mata Nui on those first days of their second life and they're going to bring out their swords and try to cleave each other in half.

But Tahu slightly deflates as he breathes hard and tilts his head to better meet the other's eyes when he averts them.

"It's either nobody's fault or everybody's fault," he says with a growl in his voice but no aggression: "There are too many steps that led to where we are now to pin the blame on only one person."

Kopaka does not reply.

He clenches his hand hard; then releases it.

"I won't hurt him."

"I know that. But he is going to hurt you, because he wants to. And you won't manage to defend yourself, because none of us can."

It's the truth.

They all know it's the truth.

Because despite everything that being is still Pohatu, and they love him more than he may hate them.

Even the waves are quiet now.

They're all at a stall.

Softly, very softly, it's Takanuva who breaks the silence.

"When the darkness was taking over me, and I was mad with anger," he says slowly, hands still ghosting over his bruises, "Kopaka stopped me - he spoke to me, forced me to calm down and return to my senses. And Lewa once confided that, when he was almost made delirious by the krana's voices, it was Kopaka who managed to soothe him and send them away."

He raises his shining eyes to his two older brothers.

Maskless and still painfully numbed as he is, he looks so tired.

So small, despite his height.

Jaller gently wraps a hand around his arm as if to steady him. It seems to work - at least a little, as Takanuva shuffles imperceptibly in his seat.

"And when... Against the Bohrok-kal, the Vahi..." he speaks quietly, gaze locked onto Tahu's: "I could see. Through Gali, I could see. They were all trying to reach out to you, but the only voice that stirred you was Kopaka's."

He hushes again.

There is no need to make his argument explicit: it's not hard to read through the lines he draws with an unsteady hand.

The Toa Mata of Fire sighs deeply, eyes closed before he looks to the ground in a grim kind of agreement; his siblings make no sound, but do the same.

The Toa Mahri remain as they are, curled on the ground like Matoran - eager to do something for them, to be of help, any help, but unable to provide it, just like Matoran. Their size, weapons, masks and elemental powers feel useless, pointless, their steadfast heroism vain as their determination crumbles beneath an indescribable fear.

They hate their paralysis. They hate it, and they want to break out of it, they need to break out of it.

But to do so is to stand before their brother who smiled at them so fondly like they were his whole world once, when they were small and so much weaker, and they know they cannot do that.

Takanuva inhales a shaky breath.

He feels like he has done nothing but being saved, even now.

His wrists and ankles flare up with pain as something deep and uncomfortable twists and turns in his chest, like a dozen leeches squirming within it.

Pohatu still loves him.

What Hewkii said... How he tried to bargain with Makuta to let him live... Pohatu still loves him.

Maybe he just had a moment of weakness. Maybe he was so shaken that Teridax managed to worm himself in his brain and convince him, and that's why he...

Maybe - maybe, if he can stop panicking, he can finall save someone.

Maybe he can finally, properly help.

His voice trembles a little: "I will come with you."

"No." Kopaka shuts him down immediately. "I cannot ask you to and I do not want you to."

His hand is almost soft as it sits for a moment on Takanuva's head, apologizing silently for his harsh tone; its gentle chill pulsing against the protodermis skull distracts the Toa of Light from his thoughts and insecurity and phantom pains for a while, barely a few seconds, but it's enough to make it all hurt a little less.

He knows he couldn't have helped him anyways.

Not while he's like this.

The Toa of Ice breathes.

He faces his siblings, solemn: "I will bring him back," he promises.

"Those are loaded words," Onua only says softly.

All eyes turn to him.

He does not move yet, for a short time: he times the length of his exhales and inhales, steadying his heartlight and mind before his own thoughts crush them both with their weight.

At last his green gaze rises until it locks onto Kopaka's blue irises.

"I need you to promise us something," he speaks slowly, carefully. "In place of your own vow."

The following silence awaits his request.

"Promise to bring yourself back."

No answer.

His Ice brother's momentary confusion clears in the blink of an eye; his shoulder freeze slightly, his jaw sets itself a little tighter.

Onua begins another sentence, but stops himself. His eyelids fall to allow him the respite of a tunnel's lack of light after a terrible day beneath the blinding sun, so that he may be able to construct himself properly before he falls apart.

"If millenia of hatred and bitterness have taken Pohatu so far from us that we cannot hope to reach him anymore," he finally continues, ever so slow, ever so careful, "We will have to accept as much, as painful as it may be to do so, and mourn him as loudly as we would any fallen sibling. But I do not think any of us could bear to lose two brothers at once."

No other Toa speaks.

The waves keep rocking quietly.

Hewkii has hushed in his sister's hold.

"I will do everything I can," Kopaka promises.

"That is not what I asked of you," Onua replies.

His eyes are so very soft.

So very tired.

"Promise you will come back," he begs him. "With or without Pohatu."

His brother stiffens.

Eighteen eyes stare at him.

Pleading him without words.

Thery can only survive so much grief.

His heartlight pulses as he struggles to breathe deeply.

He walks to Hewkii, kneels before him; it's not quite a hug what he gives him, but it's close enough, just as gentle, and not that cold.

Kopaka sinks into the waters as his armor shifts accordingly.

After he's gone, the waves return to their soft motion.

(the examples of Kopaka being weirdly good at calming troubled minds are taken from this post by @whiteheartlight, which periodically peeks through my memories like a whale through the waves and makes me look out the window thoughtfully)

#bionicle #hewkii #jaller #takanuva #hahli #kongu #tahu #gali #lewa #onua #kopaka #random writing #orpiment au #hello my beautiful children. time to suffer

[crystaltoa]

I feel like we should talk about that cancelled Bionicle Legends novel, Invasion, in Which Teridax bodysnatches Matoro while he’s using the Iden.

This is all we have of it…

#Bionicle #makuta teridax #matoro #hahli #nuparu

[autonomoustoybox]

Do you ever think about how jarring it must have been, for the Turaga, to see the Matoran doing their work after the move to Mata Nui?

Like... Think about it. Metru Nui was a very, very rigid caste system. Everyone was made for a role, they'd fulfil that role, they wouldn't change from that role for thousands of years. And more pertinently, those roles were largely academic, borne of a highly developed civilisation. Then, you get to Mata Nui, and suddenly everything changed. Everyone just lost all of their memories, and with that a huge amount of their identities, and their previous roles with it. In fact, many of their roles are just outright nonexistent, in a world of stone and wood, with no city, with no Metrus, with nothing that the Turaga would have known. Indeed, Matau's first reaction to Mata Nui was "Where are the chutes?"!

Obviously, the Matoran could adapt - a blank slate can easily have anything imprinted onto it, after all, and they were made to work - but for the Turaga, who were watching their warped, diminished friends and kinsmen who sounded the same as before but acted perhaps very differently, and already had to suffer through the lie of concealing Metru Nui, it must have been bizarre in a way 'suffocating' couldn't possibly describe.

Imagine being Vakama, a craftsman among a city of crafters, who only ever made armour, being forced to see his fellow forgemates sharpen blades and call themselves a guard, a militia, an army, hunters and killers. Imagine much the same of Matau, who once spent his time driving new machines down clear tracks with his kin, now having to make do with tempermental Rahi in a twisting maze of branches and vines.

Imagine being Nokama or Nuju, who spent all their life prior as academics, pouring through tomes and staring at stars, watching as those untold millenia of knowledge simply disappear, to be replaced with hard physical chores like fishing or crafting or, indeed, fighting off Rahi. Imagine the same of Whenua, who once spent all his time studying creatures brought to him, now only providing the knowledge to make them go away, as the the scholars of all the Rahi life of the universe spend their days digging through the earth with pickaxes (not even drilling machines)!

Certainly, these are necessary roles, duties to be honoured and fulfilled to a a standard high enough to ensure continued life, but... In some ways, it must have been utterly humiliating. Sickening, even, to some.

Not to Onewa though. Pretty much nothing changed for him.

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This train of thought brought to you by the new Essenger remake of the Mata Nui Online Game II Soundtrack, specifically https://youtu.be/MAierT0S82o?si=XB9s03CUTCRubFOn . I never played much of it, but I distinctly remembered Hali being a weaver, creating thread from flax fibres; which, given the hindsight of Ga-Metru being a giant university/research centre, makes the role seem strangely small in comparison to her duties before. Of course, now she's a Toa, I suppose she doesn't have time much for either!

[Edit: I posted this at midnight when I was falling alseep and totally got the names of Onewa, Nuparu, and Whenua muddled up... This happens a lot even when I'm fully awake though. Edited for clarity.]

#bionicle #bionicles #hahli #matoran #turaga #this obviously isn't a diss to menial/physical labour #those are good jobs to have of course #the matoran of metru nui tended to be pretty classist tho #so they likely would have found offence at the change in some way I think

[the-immortal-angel]

#Bionicle #Bionicle Human #Hahli #bionicle oc #my original character #my oc #doll repaint #repaint #customized #custom #custom doll

[avita-tales]

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Hewkii must make the most difficult decision of his life, especially if he wants things to be ready for his Toa Mahri siblings when they arrive. Meanwhile, the kuma-nui will soon arrive for Gavla and Ahkmou to face. Will Gavla succeed in fighting off what had once been Makuta Teridax's most dangerous rahi?

#bionicle #ahkmou #gavla #takanuva #hahli #jaller #hewkii #hafu #fan fiction #all new avita original #avita writes #my writing