#Kapura

[mimicry-works]

Congrats to Kapura for becoming the latest Toa of fire, here's your Kakama.

He can no longer perceive time normally. I'm sure it's fine.

Vhisola was runner up.

#bionicle #Kapura #bionicle redesign #mimicry art

[matau-the-228th]

The red figure seen watching the Matoran from atop the hills and mountains of Mata Nui has been present since we first set foot on the island.

I have often seen him on the cliff above the Hall of Records in Po-Koro. I swear his armor looks shinier each time I see him, like it's slowly getting newer, somehow.

At first, some of us thought him to be one of the strange new types of Rahi that we have encountered here. Others thought that he was One of the Six Spirit Toa from the stories the Rahaga tell around the meeting-fire.

Rahaga Nokama has assured us that we would know when the Six Toa destined for our Island would arrive, and that this being was not one of them.

The Kai-Wahi Guard were never able to catch up to him. It was Kapura, of all people, who got the closest to him, but the red being still got away from him. Vakama just said Kapura had to practice more, whatever that means.

Whoever he is, he has not reappeared recently, ever since our newest Matoran, Takua, had been named my assistant and the new Chronicler.

Still, I feel as if he is here, watching us. Watching me.

...Even though I know he is not.

#Toa Kapura #bionicle #my art #bionicle au #kapura #mahiano #Kanohi Kakama #Kanohi Vahi

[bionicle-forever]

#bionicle #bonkle #nuparu #takua #kapura #jala #I felt compelled to make this #matoran #друг #out of your friends which are you

[kolhii-head-chronicler]

AU where immediately after grabbing the Kanohi Avohkii out of the lava Takua promptly fumbles, drops it again, trips while trying to catch it, and then proceeds to face plant directly onto the mask.

Search for the seventh Toa speedrun complete :P

“But I can still compete in the kolhii match, right?” he asks, causing Jaller and Vakama to both just immediately facepalm themselves. Vakama resigns himself to substituting Kapura in his place; he either takes the entire match to move a single step or he does his quick travel thing and wins in under ten seconds.

Either way, Vakama is completely exasperated by the day’s events and 10000000% done.

#bionicle #vakama #takua #takanuva #jaller #kapura #mask of light #back at it again with my bionicle brain rot ✨shenanigans✨

[communicore]

Poseable Mctoran Moc of Kapura!! Put my oc Ohma together with Kapura for scale. Not sure if I wanted blue or red eyes for Kapura, so I took pictures of both

#em's rambles #ohma tag #kapura #bionicle moc #bionicle

[outofgloom]

POWER (II)

“Kapura...”

He was lying down. He had not been lying down a moment ago. He had been standing in a cold, clammy chamber crowded with much larger beings. He had been trying to—

“Kapura!!"

He sat up and blinked. Blinked again. A black Pakari was bending over him, too close. The eyes were very...worried, yes. That was ‘worry’, wasn’t it?

“Are you okay?” the voice said again. “I was worried...”

Worried. He’d got it right.

 “…that I was on my own.” The Pakari was Hafu, of course. The Po-Matoran pulled him up to a standing position.

“What happened?” Kapura said, checking his body for damage.

“I’m not sure, but it seems like we've both had a hard landing.”

Kapura registered his surroundings. They were at the bottom of a shallow, rocky ravine. Behind them there was a wall of earth, but ahead the slope was gentler. Probably climbable.

“Where are we, and where are we not?”

“Oh, don’t start with that again,” Hafu said flatly.

“The chamber...I don’t remember.”

“There was a sound—an explosion I think. It might have been in another part of the tower. I saw the Great Smith react. He did something to the air and space—twisted it like before. Then I woke up with sand in my mask.”

Kapura shifted his feet.

“There is a great deal of sand.”

Hafu sighed. “Let’s get our bearings. Up there should be better.” He pointed up the rocky slope.

It was a short hike, although the incline was treacherous with loose gravel. As they emerged, they could see that the sun had passed the top of the sky.

A single sun. No stars.

“Are we back on...Mata Nui?” Hafu asked, more to himself than to Kapura. “The Turaga said it was destroyed.”

“The air is warm,” Kapura said, “like Po-Wahi.”

Ahead, there was an expanse of wind-carved canyons and stone shapes, spreading to the horizon, where they blurred into mirage.

“It does feel like home, I guess.”

“I wonder if Artakha sent us here to keep us safe. You said you heard a noise?”

“That’s right. Just before the Smith did…whatever he did. Something happened in that tower...”

Hafu squinted into the distance, looking for signs of life. A faint breeze stirred the air, but nothing else.

“Whatever it was,” Hafu continued, “I’m sure it’d be no problem for the Smith, and the others. They're all powerful beings, and that tower was impregnable. I examined the stonework myself. Stellar quality, as one might expect from the Great Beings, but—”

Hafu stopped. Kapura’s hand had settled on his shoulder, nudging him to turn. The Ta-Matoran was looking off to the left, following the lip of the ravine. Hafu saw that the shallow crevasse extended about half a kio into the distance before it ended abruptly against a low ridge of stone. That ridge piled into another, and another beyond that.

There was a black scar across the series of ridges, as if something had scorched the stone. Strewn here and there were gigantic blocks of dark granite—even at this distance, they could be seen. And even closer, Hafu realized, partly embedded in the earth, was another shape: A rampart and crumbling wall, still partly intact.

Pieces of the Great Beings' tower, blasted to fragments.

“By Mata Nui...” Hafu murmured. “Whatever the Great Smith did...it must have brought part of the tower with us. But such destruction—Wait!”

Kapura was already marching toward the ruins determinedly. The Ta-Matoran was always faster than he appeared. Hafu jogged after him, trying to catch up, but strangely found that he could not. He was not used to this kind of exercise, he supposed.

By the time Hafu reached the piece of the tower they had seen, Kapura was sitting atop a pile of gigantic stones. The Ta-Matoran waved as Hafu paused to catch his breath.

“Have you…have you found anything?” Hafu called out.

“No bodies,” Kapura replied.

“Well, that’s good news.”

“There is something.”

“Ah, what is it?”

“Under the stones here,” Kapura replied. “I can’t move them.” The Ta-Matoran slid carefully to the ground as Hafu approached, and pointed to a gap between the slabs he had been sitting on. Something could be seen glittering in the dark.

Hafu looked morosely up at the heavy blocks.

“If I had my tools, this would be a lot easier…”

The two Matoran worked together to shift the carved stones. They were wedged tight, but with the right application of force, first one and then the other toppled away. A cloud of dust rose and Hafu coughed as he scrambled over the remaining stones to see the prize, hoping it had not been crushed. Kapura was already there, of course.

It was a hammer. Gigantic, covered in strange runes. It still glowed faintly. It was the Hammer of Artakha.

Neither Matoran spoke. Hafu looked around, almost expecting the Great Smith to appear and scold them, but nothing happened.

“Should we...?” Hafu looked at Kapura, but the Ta-Matoran shrugged.

After a few moments, Hafu reached out slowly, reverently. He tapped the haft of the hammer with a finger. The runes on its surface flashed, and then the hammer flickered into a series of shapes: a bent, rotating tool, some form of chisel or wedge, a pickaxe, and other stranger forms. It happened all in an instant, and Hafu shrank back. Artakha’s tool reverted to a hammer, as before.

“What should we do?” Kapura asked. “We should return it, shouldn't we?”

Hafu hesitated. “I’m not…sure…” He reached out again and gripped the handle of the hammer firmly. It came away in his hand, and he almost toppled over with surprise, thinking that he had broken it. But then he realized that the entire tool had simply shrunk and become lighter to match his size.

“Incredible,” Hafu whispered, hefting the tool and feeling its balance. He looked at Kapura and smiled. “I could get used to this.”

Hafu’s head snapped back, and his entire body seized as a strong electric shock emitted from the hammer. His mask jarred loose, and he fell heavily to the ground.

The hammer clattered from his grasp and rolled away, flickering and buzzing until it struck a stone and stopped. Smoke rose from Hafu's body. He did not move.

A long quiet moment passed. Then, a shadow fell over the hammer, and another hand reached out and gripped the handle in a very precise way, raised it.

Two eyes looked at the tool thoughtfully out of a red Pakari. The tool had clearly been warded, except for those with...certain knowledge.

“I don’t know why the Great Being chose to sacrifice me along with the others, back in the tower,” he mused. “I have served him well, and it saddens me. Maybe he didn’t know I was there...but he knows everything...”

The red Pakari turned to look at the unmoving body of Hafu. There were burn-marks on his armor, but his heartlight was beating faintly.

“You were not supposed to survive either, just like me. That is clearly the Great Being’s will, though Artakha interfered...And so...”

The hammer went up, and shifted into a blunt form. It hung in the air for a moment.

The eyes behind the red Pakari glanced down, then sidelong, then up. They narrowed. Thoughtful.

Out in the distance, across the wind-carved plain, what before had seemed to be a sparkling mirage had faded as the sun fell behind clouds. Now it was clearer: Far away, the shape of a mighty fortress rose against the sky, flanked by strange spikes of stone. And beyond that, there was gleaming ocean.

“And so...”

One moment, there were two Matoran amidst the ruins: one standing, arm raised, one sprawled on the ground.

The next moment, there was only one.

* * *

Context: Like its predecessor, this story fragment is set within the unknown landscape of possible futures which branch from the end of the unfinished Bionicle serials; specifically, the serial The Powers That Be, which trails off at a moment when a group of characters (including Hafu and Kapura) are being targeted by a mysterious murderer (the Great Being Velika), to be either killed or recruited to his cause.

#bionicle #art #writing #fanfiction #outofgloom #works #kapura #hafu

[crystaltoa]

Interesting to think of why the Turaga chose their respective right and left-hand Matoran. Like, Jaller was probably an obvious choice for Vakama, having been a good friend if his back in Ta-Metru… but Kapura? Being a bit of a misfit with some unusual capabilities, I think Vakama saw a lot of himself in the eccentric Matoran, and by elevating him to a respected position, Vakama is trying to make sure other Matoran won’t be bullied the way he was for his differences.

Nokama, rather than picking a former top student or respected teaching colleague, instead picked Macku and Kotu- a pair of free spirited pranksters who love weird sea creatures, to be her right and left hands. This may in part be pragmatic- she wants them where she can keep an eye on them, perhaps, but I like to think she wanted to be able to get input on her leadership decisions from the perspective of people very different from herself, especially since she was now going to be living far away from her brothers…

Onewa, I imagine made Hafu, former Master carver of Po-Metru his left hand rather than right in the hopes that it would take Hafu’s famous ego down a notch or two (lol nope), and Hewkii as someone with a complimentary skillset to Hafu’s to balance things out.

#I have only vague thoughts on the others so feel free to add on #like matoro is fairly obvious but not sure about kopeke #bionicle #vakama #nokama #onewa #kotu #macku #jaller #kapura #hafu #hewkii

[nattarthetimedragon]

Ambush in Ta-Wahi

#bionicle #moc #toa #matoran #rahi #turaga #ta matoran #tahu mata #toa tahu #tahu #vakama #turaga vakama #jaller #kapura

[legend-as-old-as-time]

Self-indulgent headcanon

Vakama can theoretically use the "walk slowly, travel fast" method. He developed it and taught it to Kapura, after all. He attempted it once.

He's never going to do that again. While can theorically do it, the experience led to

- Ta-Koro panicking because he vanished for two days

- the other turaga low-key panicking, had Makuta kidnapped him?

- Vakama finding himself in the Burnt Forest, on the ground, as his first conscious memory after his attempt

- terrible whole-body numbness for several minutes until sensation returned to his body with pain

- Vakama having no memories of two days passing (this in particular terrifies him)

- a jumbled mess of memories and sensations that make his head feel like splitting apart if he tries to focus on them, but that still flash through his mind now and then, too fast to understand

- his mask-making tools (which had been in locked trunk which lock had not been opened) scattered around the island

To this days, it remains a mystery as to what happened to him. Did he hallucinate everything and was wandering around, invisible, disoriented? But why did that happen? Or did he actually teleport? If so, why did he lose so much time? Where was he? Why are his memories in such disarray? Or his tools?

#bionicle #vakama #bionicle headcanon #kapura

[salty-pixel]

had to get this dumb meme out of my head

#Bionicle #Jala #Jaller #Kapura #Takua #3d artwork

[byz-was-here]

The Chronicler's company being transformed into toa, but no one's element is what they expected.

Six Matoran touch the Toa stones at kini nui as they guard the Toa Mata's escape route from Mangaia and get WAY more than they bargained for.

Toa Kapura blinks and suddenly every Magnet on Mata Nui goes haywire.

Toa Macku yelling because suddenly everyone's thoughts are in her head all at once

Toa Tamaru secretly being relieved that she doesn't Immediately start flying, and then all the plants around her grow up to ten feet high and burst into bloom.

Toa Hafu laughs- but the joke stops being funny when his Carving tools get metalbent when he tries to activate his powers over stone.

Toa Taipu looks thoughtful as he picks up a rock, and then calmy watches it drift weightlessy into the sky like an untethered balloon.

Toa Kopeke is silent for a long time. Then, without a word, they zap a stray Infected Rahi with a lightning bolt.

Once Takua picks his jaw up off the ground, he probably says something like, "At least I'm still a normal Ta-Matoran, thank Mata Nui."

...No one lets him live that comment down after the whole Mask of Light incident.

#bionicle #bonkle #Takua #Takanuva #the chroniclers company #byzrambles #Kapura #Macku #Tamaru #Hafu #Taipu #Kopeke #Oh the irony

[tiredspacedragon]

Don't mind me, just thinking about how Vakama created the G1 Mask of Time and also had the powers of the G2 Mask of Time as an innate ability, and what the heck that might mean.

And also about how Kapura's innate ability seems to work suspiciously similarly to the G1 Mask of Time and how that plays into all this.

#bionicle #bonkle #vahi #vakama #kapura #why do these ta-matoran have time powers #what is happening #what kind of multiversal chicanery is this

[beesgav]

My friend, the way you draw matoran melts my heart. They're so adorable! Truly adorable little guys

thank you! they're kind of a mix of the templar and miramax versions, along with my own native style, and they're a ton of fun to draw ^^

#bionicle #takua #takanuva #jaller #jala #kapura #matoran #lego #bonkle #bonkles #digital #art #sketchbook #ask #anonymous #now that im back i have to re-establish my place as number one takua fan

[rrbobani]

Chronicler's Company~

I wasn't feeling the best today, so I had to comfort myself with a bit of bionicle doodles. I've been meaning to draw more motoran anyways, so I present to you Takua's posse~ I'm sure you can pin point who is who, so I won't list them out for the fun of it~

Enjoy these adventurous bonks~

#bionicle #humanized bionicle #matoran #takua #macku #kapura #taipu #hafu #tamaru #kopeke #my art

[mimicry-works]

Getting places quickly.

#Pohatu #Kapura #Bionicle #mimicry art #fan art #a quick silly one

[maswartz]

I can't be the only one who likes to imagine the Chronicler's Company as the next Toa team, right?

Since a Matoran's ideal of a Toa influences what they look like when they become a Toa they each have a different style. Toa- Kanohi- Style- Weapons- notes Kapura -Kualsi -Hagah -Twin Pyro Daggers Macku- Kakama -Mahrii -Tidal Trident -The kakama has a water breathing device  similar to the Mahrii Hafu -Kiril -Inika -Carvers Hammer- The Hammer is a big big hammer with a head that comes off to reveal another hammer inside. The head then doubles as a backpack for his carving tools Taipu -Ruru - Metru- Terra Drill Lance Tamaru- Volitak- Mangai- Rhotuka Launcher on the side of his right arm and two Kanoka Wind Shredders (Kanoka Launchers with blades attached) as well as a Volo Lutu Launcher on his left arm/hand (basically a bionicle version of the Predator) Kopeke -Rode -Mata/Nuva - Arctic Axe

#bionicle #chronicler's company #kapura #macku #hafu #taipu #tamaru #kopeke