yes I am pleased with the tears I’m swimming in
very pleased
I just thought of something.
There was probably a time when Turaga Matau would reminisce about his Toa days. He was definitely the happiest about being a Toa. It wasn’t what it was cracked up to be in terms of fame and glory, but still, he loved it.
But what if, when he’s alone in his hut, Matau uses his mask and casts an illusion of his Toa self. And he just gazes up at what he used to be. A proud and handsome Toa. He remembers all the adventures he had, the good and bad times, his elemental and mask powers. It all comes back to him, mostly the good. He remembers his team, his brothers and sister. Even though they fought and argued from the beginning, everything that they’ve been through only brought them closer together. But now, they each live in their own separate villages and don’t interact as much as they did before. Sure they were still together, but it wasn’t the same. Matau can’t help but miss them. Heck, he misses all of it. Everything about the time he was a Toa. And sometimes, he wishes he could go back to being one, but during a much more peaceful time when they all weren’t in such a dire situation during the Great Cataclysm. Like his time now on Mata Nui, except as a Toa and not a Turaga. He’s been a Toa for how long was it, only a few weeks or a month at most? An awfully short time. And despite himself, Matau wonders if he should have kept on being a Toa rather than sacrificing his powers.
But then, he tears his attention away from the illusion to look outside. The Le-Matoran villagers are playing music and dancing. And among them is Lewa, their guardian, the successor of the Toa of Air. It is a spectacle full of joy and life that he could have missed out on had he not made the sacrifice.
That was more than enough to convince Matau it was all worth it.
Gaderd homies, listen again ta our legend, o’ da Bionicle. In a time, befoe time, da great spirit, Mata Nui, fell from da heavens, rideryin we, da ones called da Matoran. We waz separate, an’ witout purpose, so da Great Spirit illuminated us wit da three virtues: Unity, Duty, an’ Destiny!
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Wheelie
this MOC’s a few months old, but i’m proud of it, so why not post it here?
also, it’ll be on display at Brickfair VA 2013.
i still havent given it a better name though oops
no but can you imagine the toa inika trying to teach the toa nuva to live a normal sort of life?
mostly b/c i tend to imagine the toa nuva as kind of oblivious to everything outside toa-heroing and the inika to be just a little more in swing w/ things having once been matoran
but like
‘no that’s not how you make pancakes you’re going to burn the kitchen up juST TONE IT DOWN A LITTLE’
‘the grocer is not your enemy this is the price fruit has always been sold at calm down’
‘what do you mean you broke the bathroom sink trying to turn it on’
‘IT’S JUST A TV SHOW THE WORLD IS NOT ACTUALLY IN DANGER PUT YOUR SWORD AWAY’
‘please do not read that book it’s not actually about different hues of silver’
‘that’s not how you put on a shirt, who told you that, was it takanuva, he can’t dress himself either’
‘you may be our guardians and our heroes but you’re not allowed to make dinner anymore you become a danger to yourself and others’
‘your taste in music sucks so much’
plants face in hands i cannot believe this. where did this come from. why is it here. i’ve got to stop thinking about the intersecting personalities of robots.
