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Ignika [A Worm x Bionicle Crossover]

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Never even seen Bionicle. So I'm goin in blind :ninja:

(Pssst any help would be appreciated:p)
 
hank11796 said:
The above is a great source for anything Bionicle, and it's official, and I'd also be willing to answer any direct questions you have.
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Just to put on a measuring stick where do you see the Toa and the Mask of Life standing? Triumvirate, Endbringer, Siberian or Scion???
 
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Arc 1.1: Ignition
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    • Arc 1.1: Ignition    ​
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    I left the bus as soon as it slowed down. The bracelet on my wrist slid down my arm and I felt my mood lift. It was a small thing, but every time I felt it, it reminded me of my mother. I didn't trust taking the front door on the off-chance dad was home early. I didn't want to explain the state of my clothes to him. It was hard enough hiding how bad school was since the locker incident. The bullying hadn't gone to the locker degree since, but I didn't want dad to worry if I could help hide it. I made my way over the creaky first step of the back stairs and pushed the door open. Empty. I shut the door and headed upstairs. My clothes came off before I shut my door.


    What now?


    I heard the mask's voice as the tank top slipped over my chest.


    Dad won't be back for a few hours. I wanna try and fix the last problems from our training.     I pulled the wet strands of hair from my eyes.


    Like how our link works two ways? I don't find that as a problem exactly.


    "It isn't." I squeezed out the soda over the sink. "If anything, it's an advantage. I was talking about holding our form together and making another mask."


    Nothing. This routine of silence was old three months ago, but he always did it.


    "This won't be anything big."


    The last time you said that you tried to create a mask of mind control and passed out for nearly three hours. The time before that it was levitation and you were out for an hour.


    "I told you the mind control was a safety measure, if I ever made something that I couldn't overcome physically."


    That's beside the point, and we already know you can run ten miles before breaking a sweat. When we thought you were still a tinker.


    "Then what do you suggest? We already tested my physical feats, and we know I'm not a tinker. So what do you suggest?"


    The mask paused. Do you remember how you got your bracelet?


    I blinked. "Well, no. Why?"


    I have a theory. Head to the basement would you Taylor?


    I followed his suggestion down to our testing ground. The basement had become a pseudo-test lab where I tested my powers with my 'friend'. I once considered calling him 'mask', but he just glared at the idea.


    "Okay. Now what?"


    Hold out your hand please. I did so he could look. He nodded. Take it off, without using your hands. Like you do when we change.


    I hesitated. The bracelet was one of the few things I had that made me think I could get through the next day, that kept me sane through the bullying I'd endured these past three months by thinking of my mom and with the mask's help. If I lost it… I didn't know what I'd do.


    Taylor?


    "Can't… can't we try with something else? Maybe the forge?"


    The mask said nothing, then his eyes widened as understanding came.


    I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ask you to do something so… personal. I just… forget it.


    "What?"


    Nothing.


    "Come on. You know I'll listen."


    He sighed. I thought it-I mean, your bracelet-was something we could use, if push came to shove. A tool, maybe. But, I didn't think of how much it meant to you. I'm sorry.


    I thought for a moment, then looked at my bracelet. It gave an appearance of silver or mercury, and wrapped around my arm. On the inside was an engraving: For my little owl.


    "Do you think it will work?"


    The mask was concerned. Taylor, if you don't want to do this I won't-


    "No, no… I mean, if it worked… will it change back?"


    I believe so. But, if you don't-


    "I do. I'm just… scared. That's all." I blinked back the wetness in my eyes. I was shaking.

    The mask said nothing.


    … Are you sure?


    I let out a long sigh and nodded. "Yeah."


    The mask nodded back. Then let's begin. Just focus on the bracelet. Think of how you feel as we change. Picture the bracelet as a sphere in your mind.


    I looked inside myself and imagined an orb of silver in my hand. It felt like the universe bored out of my skull, and at the edge of the pain I found serenity. Without pause the metal instantly slid off my wrist and changed into a floating ball of liquid silver.


    "Wow." I held the metal between my palms, and clapped them together. The glob stretched and straightened between my hands, a tall, thin spear one millimeter wide. I pulled again and watched the spear stretch into a short stake with a needle tip. The next was a small shield about six inches in diameter. I kept experimenting until I'd made two dozen different shapes when I realized it was close to the dock's closing time.


    Good?


    "Good." The metal slipped back onto my wrist, a bracelet once more, and felt a tension I hadn't realized I'd been holding lift from my shoulders. "Now for the next test." I widened my stance and lowered my center of gravity.


    I must say we've gotten quite good at this. Remember our first attempt?

    I could hear the dry chuckle.


    "You were pretty shocked too if I recall."

    One tends to be shocked when their left leg turns into black metal. He replied. I cracked a smile.


    "Alright, point made. Now, let's do this. Ready?"


    Always.


    It was a feeling I never tired of, how I-we-changed. Imagine yourself soaked in water and you realize the ground is another surface pulling you there. And when you come up the other side, everything feels new. I loved that feeling, the rebirth. My arms lengthened and started to fill out with muscle, while my toes melded into silver boots with sinews and nerves bonding the joints together. My chest filled out as I gained an extra two inches, and my lungs inflated like full balloons. The one piece I loved was the mask. It was the same one I talked to, only we could now see each other's behavior, body language, and expressions. It made conversation much easier. I could even feel how my hair turned a shade darker to match the colors of my armor and to keep that little bit of me visible.


    "Never get tired of that." I said.


    Nor do I.


    I smiled and looked myself over. Two silver protrusions jutted out of my shins like guards, and I saw how my legs were armored all over, even my toes. My body was a mixture of black with light greys that formed the image of a breastplate. I always felt embarrassed how the mask made me look like a B-cup, but at least he kept the plate's mold closer to the realistic and modest side. On my shoulders two silver pauldrons rested over my arms, completed by my silver hands and feet. The mask hid my face, and we found I could change my voice and split the mouth if I wanted. I hadn't tested my strength limits yet, but I always felt safe when I was like this.


    Any problems?


    "Nope. A little buzz, but that's normal. No problems to report."


    Sounds like we've gotten better.


    I paused. We had gotten better, much better. But we were crawling when we should be sprinting by now. And with the ABB all but gone, violence had escalated around the city, even the docks, and Empire 88 was among the hardest pushers. And I knew I could do something about it.


    Taylor, you're thinking again.


    "Yeah. Sorry."


    Do you want to talk about it?


    "There's more we can do, I just know we can. And we're running out of excuses to not be out there."


    You want to be out there. Like the other heroes.


    "Exactly. And you know we're able, if not ready."


    Silence.


    "Look at what the Toa alone have done. Villains are hiding more, getting scared. The Wards have gotten off their butts and are actually helping. Hell, Lung and the ABB are history thanks to what Tahu did!" The mask didn't reply. "Look. I know you're worried about me. But I won't be helpless. We have the pepper spray, the belt, and I even have you to watch my back."


    Still nothing. This was getting old fast.


    "If it makes you feel better, I'll go to the Boardwalk. That's where the least crime has been, and none of the gangs want to lose it over their battles. It's the best choice, alright?"


    The mask sighed. Alright.


    I could feel the child inside me squeal with joy.


    But I have two conditions.


    And then felt my heart drop.


    First, you explain to me your reasons for silence against the bullies. You know how much I hate being kept in the dark, especially as I see you endure it first hand. Otherwise, I won't work with you from here on.


    I hated this, being put in a spot where I had to reveal what happened if I wanted to achieve my goals. But I knew the mask was stubborn, and could stop me from moving anywhere if he wanted.


    "Can't it wait?" I asked.


    No. It really can't.


    Dammit.


    "Then can I at least sit down?"


    Of course.


    I shifted back to my human form and sat on the workbench.


    "If I tell you, you have to swear you won't retaliate on my behalf, no matter what. Understand?"


    Upon my soul I swear.


    I nodded. So I told him. I told him about the bullying, about Emma, Sophia, and Madison. I told him about the locker, the smell of blood, vomit, and chemicals that overwhelmed my nostrils. I told him how hard it had been, screaming through the slits and fighting to get out of that dark place. It was the first time I told someone about the bullying, and the tears fell with every word I said. Even then, I glossed over how Emma used to be my friend, and how she used my mom as a tool against me. By the time I finished, I was a sniveling wreck with bloodshot eyes and a hitch in my throat.


    "There," I sniffed. "Happy?"

    For a moment, the mask said nothing. But when he spoke, it scared me.


    Taylor, there are no words, no language, that can describe the rage, the fury, inside me right now. What you went through, is beyond forgiveness. These, these piraka should be cast to the likes of the Siberian or the Endbringers for what they did to you. He paused, and let a deep breath out, like all the tension was fighting to unwind itself. But, I promised. I will not retaliate against them to bring harm. Therefore, I am now your loyal aid.


    He dipped his head in a bow. I sniffed, but managed a weak smile.


    "Thank you." I smiled as he nuzzled against my cheek like a kitten. I even giggled a little.


    Good to see you can still smile. He smiled back and motioned upstairs to my bedroom. I followed, not better per say, but maybe...like I had found a way to move forward. To see the chance that, maybe things will work out.


    And now for my next condition! I didn't have the energy to groan, and I wasn't eager if it meant spilling my guts again.


    We need a name.     I looked at the mask, surprised at the mischievous smile on his face. We can't just go out and let others name us, can we?


    "I guess so." I started sifting through ideas as I hopped in the shower. "Girder?"


    Isn't there a Girder already?


    "Yeah. Steel Works?"


    Nah. Too much like a factory, not enough like a hero.


    "Iron Girl?"


    We're not billionaires, playgirls, geniuses, or philanthropists Taylor. Until we get there, I have to say no.


    I mulled over ideas again. A few sprang to mind.


    "Tohunga?"


    NO. I was surprised how fast he answered. Taylor, I will accept any other name you suggest but that. Please just forget it even exists.


    "But-"


    Never. Existed.


    "Fine." I kept thinking it over as I washed up. That was when it hit me.


    "What about Ignika?" I asked. The mask paused.


    You want to use my name? Why?


    "Well, you and I share a mind, and it's your face everyone will see when I'm out, in a way. But...I think it's my way of saying, 'thank you.'"


    For what?


    For someone who knew things like twenty foreign languages and could recite physics theorems like the alphabet, it was hilarious how naive he could be sometimes.


    "These past three months Ignika? They've been some of the toughest in my whole life. And the whole time, you were there. That meant more to me than you could imagine." I chuckled. "I guess I'm saying, you're the first friend I've had since…"


    Since Emma.


    My fist clenched. "Yeah, since Emma." I exhaled in the fog. "So, this is my thanks for being there. It's not much, but it's what I can offer. What do you think?"


    A silence stretched out until it became unsettling.


    I think, Ignika needs Taylor to sleep so she can be ready for her first patrol tomorrow.


    I could feel the smile on my face light up into a grin of pure joy. I could even feel the smile as I let sleep take me over.
     
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    • Xomniac said:
    I think it's another name for Matoran. Makes sense he wouldn't want her to use it.
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    It was the original name for Matoran in the Mata Nui Online Game. But the Maori people sued Lego for using it as the word is part of their language. So to avoid further lawsuits, Lego changed them to the Matoran. Sort of an old inside joke for anyone who knows that tidbit.
     
    Lancer Fire said:
    It was the original name for Matoran in the Mata Nui Online Game. But the Maori people sued Lego for using it as the word is part of their language. So to avoid further lawsuits, Lego changed them to the Matoran. Sort of an old inside joke for anyone who knows that tidbit.
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    Man I remember that game...it was fun. Confusing, but fun. I particularly liked the sundial puzzle.
     
    Tahu has the mask of shielding: Any attack he perceives is blocked by a powerful barrier.
    Attacking him with sneak attacks or from his blindspot are how you get get around this.
    He is also the Toa of the element of fire.
    Lung is a very direct attacker, so Tahu could block all his attacks, and negate his fire with his elemental power.
     
    Pharohman777 said:
    Tahu has the mask of shielding: Any attack he perceives is blocked by a powerful barrier.
    Attacking him with sneak attacks or from his blindspot are how you get get around this.
    He is also the Toa of the element of fire.
    Lung is a very direct attacker, so Tahu could block all his attacks, and negate his fire with his elemental power.
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    Good thinking, but you forget, Lung gets stronger the longer he fights. If Tahu had to beat him, it would either be fast, or by something indirect. Something Lung can't beef up against.
     
    Lancer Fire said:
    Good thinking, but you forget, Lung gets stronger the longer he fights. If Tahu had to beat him, it would either be fast, or by something indirect. Something Lung can't beef up against.
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    Melting the street underneath him? The Toa never struck me as being all too concerned about collateral unless it was in a village.
     
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