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Gender is such a fascinating thing in Bionicle because objectively why is it there? Why do the biomechanical maintenance nanobots of a giant robot have gender? Or, more accurately, why do they have a gender binary? The gender binary as we understand it is (unfortunately) heavily linked to biological sex, something that MU bionicles don't have. The logical answer is that the Great Beings gave them gender to be reflective of their own society, where there are biological beings that reproduce biologically and have a gender binary that presumably sprouted from that, at least initially. However, despite giving them gender, they didn't give them any kind of sexual dimorphism, and for this we want to look at some of the non-matoran species and how they interact with gender.

The Vortixx are a society heavily stratified by gender - being 'male' or 'female' is more like a class system, with females as the upper class and males as the lower, working class. It's very reminiscent of the Orions from Star Trek. Additionally, we know that the species is not sexually dimorphic. Yes, the species that produced Dommy Mommy Roodaka, with her heels, ass, tits, and ponytail, is not sexually dimorphic. We see in one of the comics that a Vortixx confirmed to be male also just looks like that, and honestly we love that for him. He even has the rhotuka ripcord that kinda looks like a riding crop. We know that the Vortixx were created by Mata Nui rather than the Great Beings directly, so is it perhaps possible that because their perception of gender made no sense to apply to the MU inhabitants, Mata Nui compensated by having gender present itself in other ways?

Consider also the Skakdi, where the only thing we know (at least as far as I'm aware) about their relationship with gender is that there are female Skakdi, and that they are more violent and destructive than the males. We have never seen one, and we know so little to the point where I actually thought for a while that the Skakdi were a single-gender species. Like the non-GSR characters in Bionicle, they were given their elemental associations separately from their genders, and we've seen nothing to suggest that gender has any bearing on their society aside from disposition.

Then we come to the Matoran. For Matoran, gender is quite frankly fucking bizarre. The Av-Matoran were the first type to be made, and they are also the only type that can be more than one gender. The doylist explanation for that is so that they can blend into other Matoran types better, but that doesn't make any sense because those other types didn't exist yet. We do have a quote from Greg about gender in the Matoran, where it's stated to be a psychological difference rather than a physiological one, where the 'feminine' elements are calmer peacemakers, which is an absolutely fascinating quote because it's completely untrue. It might be true about the Ga-Matoran (with notable exceptions like Hahli), but it sure ain't true of the Vo-Matoran and Ce-Matoran, where our two primary examples are Chiara (electrocutes a lizard to make the point that females aren't gentle) and Varian (tortures Norik with nightmares for fun). There's also Orde but I genuinely have no idea what to do about him. He claims that he got all Ce-Matoran made into women to make them chiller and it clearly didn't fucking work so other than I guess the pitch of their voice there just isn't any observable difference.

What is demonstrably true is how general disposition does seem to vary between individual elements, and since Greg has confirmed that gender in Bionicle is a psychological variation that affects outlook and disposition, I honestly do not think it's a stretch to say that, at least for the Matoran, each of the fifteen elements is a separate gender. Honestly this even makes the elemental prefixes neopronouns, from a certain perspective. The Shadow Matoran are also fascinating to look at from this angle because they don't ordinarily exist; they're made from other kinds of matoran - the fifteen 'standard' genders if you will. They don't call themselves Kra-Matoran because they aren't a defined group, and they never think of themselves as one. They go back to what they were beforehand perfectly fine and at least act better off for it - with one exception. Gavla (the only female Av-Matoran we actually meet, who feels ostracised from her community) wanted to stay a Shadow Matoran, a kind of Matoran outside the standard concept of what elements they could be because she felt wrong as an Av-Matoran, and as a Shadow Matoran she felt more like herself. All this is to say:

Gavla Bionicle is Transgender and Non-Binary, have a nice day.

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Child of Karzahni

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From Tale Of the Toa (Extended)

So, apparently a lot was cut from the English language edition of the book, but fans have re-translated foreign editions to fill out the missing parts, with the result posted here on the Biomedia project site. A lot of it is extra details or dialogue from the scenes we know, but there's a whole extra scene in which Gali meets Lewa, and it's pretty cute.

I'll reblog with some of my favourite details, but here's the whole scene under the cut

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Strictly speaking, the Vahi should have never existed. While drafting safeguards for the Great Spirit Robot, a small group of Great Beings proposed a ridiculous idea. At this point, manipulating physical space was trivial. Why not try their hands at altering time? A conditional, localized chronal knot, a way to turn back the clock, for the absolute worst case scenarios.

Just ridiculous, really. Crafting the mask for the Ignition failsafe already pushed the boundaries of the Great Being's abilities, and resulted in the loss of one of their own. The actual forging of the mask could theoretically- theoretically- be done by a construct within the GSR, but it would still require a metatemporal intelligence which could detect critical threats to the GSR, and then somehow bring about its own creation and subsequent non-creation. "Metatemporal intelligence". Ridiculous. How could they even create one? The plan was doomed from the start.

Unless, they found one that already existed.

Unless, they found one that always existed.

They said it was Destiny. Though, the more apt term would be Predestination.

Within the Matoran universe, great importance was placed on the study and recording of history. Matoran long term memories only extend a few hundred years back, and stress or trauma can induce amnesia. Ways of recording history were vital to communities, such as archives, libraries, and of course, Chroniclers. History was even considered sacred; Destiny was said to be history that hasn't happened yet. It is no wonder that Time was named a legendary element.

The Mask of Time was a common myth amongst mask makers, a white whale. Ambitious upstarts and experienced masters have all tried their hand at it, though few ever go further than a few sketched drafts. But, everyone seemed to know a guy who knew a guy who got really really close, they promise.

Chroniclers have noted that stories about the Mask of Time and attempts to make it seem to coincide with periods of upheaval, such as the conquest of the Six Kingdoms, or the Metru Civil War and Great Disruption. An interesting coincidence. Some point to political and socioeconomic factors, others to Destiny.

Though, the more apt term would be Predestination.

It is unknown, unknowable, how many times the Vahi has been forged, how many times it had been weilded, how many times the clock has turned back. It is unknown, unknowable, how many times Vakama has forged the Vahi, how many times he weilded it, and how many times he turned back the clock.

What is known is that, strictly speaking, the Vahi should not exist. The Great Cataclysm should have never happened. The Vahi should have prevented it, and its own creation. However, the fact that the GSR did not burn in Aqua Magna's atmosphere, nor destroy the planetoid itself, nor lead to a total extinction event within the GSR, points to the Vahi working as intended.

The team who initially proposed the Vahi are... unavailable to be consulted. The remaining Great Beings on post-reformstion Spherus Magna are left wondering. Why did the GSR still crash? Why has the timeline not been rewritten? Why is the Vahi still physically on the planet?

What do you mean the Vahi is still physically on the planet?

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I think the reason the Toa Inika look mostly samey aside from masks, weapons, and color schemes is that none of them registered that they'd been toafied until after they landed.

They weren't thinking about the ideal toa form at all, so the red star just went "Oh well, default mode it is. -ZAP-"

HOWEVER

When they became the toa mahri after a zap from the mask of life, they absolutely had a mental image of what the ideal toa should be, and THAT'S why they look so different.

Kongu became a juggernaut

Hewkii turned into conan the barbarian

Hahli ended up a valkyrie

Nuparu turned into what I can only describe as an underwater stealth bomber

Matoro- well. He's a beanpole. can't help that.

And Jaller is just... a guy. Tahu must have really lowered his estimates, huh.

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does Orocerta have any concept as to what a father even is? absolutely not but that isnt going to stop her from calling Vakama this word that just feels so right and causes her mothers so much distress

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if the three legendary kanohi masks were all secretly sentient, not just the ignika, and they all decided to make their own bodies and set themselves loose on the world would that be fucked up or what

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Reblog with your favourite piece of Cursed Bionicle Lore.

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i REALLY have to finish posing the dipshit squad with their new models but i am lazy and tired

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I think sometimes people perceive Tahu to be less complex than Vakama or Jaller, and he's definitely the most brash of the bunch, but you know what those two could learn from him? the lack of self-blame. Vakama spends how many thousands of years feeling guilty? Jaller seems to be hardcore blaming himself for Matoro's death? dude, Tahu gets tricked into releasing Makuta himself as the god of the whole world, and he just goes "damn that sucks. time to unite everyone in an enormous world-wide revolution I guess." he rides the line between arrogance and efficiency like a mechanical bull. KEEP IT MOVING A LITTLE, BOYS

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thinking about Maihata again

she has some moments where shes not sure if she should be a toa, she was never a particularly dutiful matoran and so she struggles sometimes. she prefers to take those moments and sit on top of buildings at night with no music on and just look at the stars

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anyway i should really try to get like. the blog looking decent at some point. do profiles for all my bitches. not gonna make this an RP blog per say but its nice to have info all in one place

anyway hi im maddie im gay as fuck and bionicles rule my life

my main idiots include the Toa Meya who im realizing i dont have a proper updated group shot of oh well heres their old look

and my newest hyperfixation oc Maihata, a toa of sonics

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apparently all i had to do was bitch about it okay bet heres maihata’s stupid face

i havent changed tumblr stuff in forever why is my icon not SAVING

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i havent changed tumblr stuff in forever why is my icon not SAVING

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A Moment of Eternity (Toa Dysphoria)

The Matoran Aegide becomes a Toa, but immediately finds he's not happy with his form. Is he so different to his brothers and sisters, or is he not alone? And what will the Turaga think when they find out that your destiny feels like a mistake? A (sort of) Pride Month special - a short little story about the necessity of change, inspired by my dear friend KDNX's work. Also available on AO3.

This was a moment often overlooked. To others, it was nothing more than the briefest period of time. Only a few seconds between two states of being, it wasn't worthy of the history tablets. But to the Matoran Aegide, it was an eternity. The moment swallowed his world whole, submerging him in it, drawing him in alone and forcing him to feel its totality. It ought to be a moment of honor, yet it was a moment of fear and doubt for Aegide. As it dissipated, permanence ready to catch him, he wished it could be undone. 

A minute before, Aegide stood in the modest, almost cramped, stone temple that stood atop Mount Norik, surrounded by familiar Matoran and his three Turaga. The elders of the small island whispered to one another as the six Matoran around them each held a Toa Stone. To try and calm his nerves, Aegide looked around to each would-be hero, wondering why they were chosen. First he saw Dekani, a Matoran of Sonics, no doubt chosen for her renowned athletics, then Fatala, probably for the raw power of her Magnetism element and not her timidness, and Kohutti, for her leadership skill and, soon, Gravity powers. Next to him on either side were Pomak, the kindest Matoran of Stone he’d ever met, and Fetoki, the Iron crafter who repaired everything on the island with her mechanical skill. Fetoki’s eyes met his, and they shared a silent moment of doubt that they belonged. Turaga Cemaka said she’d chosen him for his bravery, but others saw him as foolhardy. As he turned to the glowing red Toa Stone placed in his hand, he didn’t feel very brave. 

He turned the stone over in his hand, considering it one last time. It was physical proof that he’d been chosen, that he was due to become a hero. Aegide wanted renown, he knew this much about himself, but to take the step of actually accepting what the stone would do to him felt strange. He wasn’t smart like Fetoki, kind like Pomak, or full of potential like Fatala. He was a daredevil, not a protector. But… maybe he could be one. Resolve began to build in his chest, his weak-feeling fingers balling into a braver fist. He didn’t know what he would be like when the transformation was complete, but he knew that he would be greater. So with a deep breath, he accepted the destiny laid out before him.

He reached out with his very being to the Toa Stone within his loose grasp, and it in turn reached back out to him. His entire perception was drawn into a bright light, the crimson from the stone fading to an all-consuming whiteness that surrounded him completely, leaving him all alone inside it. Time seemed to halt for a moment in familiar fashion, like he was mid-dive off a cliff. But the daredevil Matoran was not plummeting towards danger as a show, he was alone, and now at the mercy of the stone in his hand. His eyes shot around, confirming a void of white light around him everywhere. He couldn't move any of his other muscles - his body was frozen in the position of contemplating the stone. Normally, this moment of helplessness was a thrill. But this was something unknown to him, something new and utterly terrifying.

He panicked. He took a breath - or rather, his body tried, but his frozen muscles followed no command. He thought to his Turaga, Cemaka - and his memory of her as a Toa. How did she survive this moment? How did she feel when she was transforming, changing into a Toa? Was she brave? Or was she scared like he was? He felt strange not knowing where he was going. He could take a real danger with ease, but this? He called on the memory of her rescuing him from the explosion at sea, a proud, strong warrior who lifted the wreckage that trapped him with her mind to carry him to a new home, and felt a small comfort. 

As if a reaction to his memory, his imagination, the Toa Stone’s glow shone brighter. He let his eyelids close and flutter open, and he saw the memory of Cemaka’s form as a Toa, and her silhouette around his body, enveloping him. The imagined vision of her was a reprieve for a moment. He could handle it like she did. He breathed out - and this time, his body listened, letting the air out of his lungs.

But when he breathed in again, he was met with a new sensation entirely. His breath was quick, short, and shallow. His lungs weren't filled, as if they were resisting him. The terror began to claw back to the surface, wrapping its wretched talons around his warm heartlight. What was happening to him? It was as if his physical form was barely there at all, and the reflection of Cemaka was what was truly real. He couldn't feel his body, but he could see another's - and it slowly sunk into his mind what was happening. His shallow breath suddenly tasted sour as a strange fear shuddered through him. The image of a Toa... was him now.

It started with his feet. The panels of armor began to painlessly break apart and reshape themselves, the Protodermis reforming into a new shape unlike his old one, more flexible, stronger and broad. He felt his flesh go with it, muscles weaving themselves into new joints that he didn't have before. He saw his hands break apart, fingers separating to meet the fingers of the Toa's silhouette, that imagined form now becoming his reality. The Toa Stone slowly broke him apart and reformed him into a new body, one broader, stronger, more ready to protect.

But in this transitory stasis, a fracture of time that should fill him with pure elation and reverence, he was instead filled with a strange emotion. He silently cursed that it didn't have a name to him. Unfamiliarity? Doubt? Confusion? Fear? It was all of those, but none of them at the same time. He wanted to cry out, to be rescued from this moment, to not change. But it was too late. His muscles had knit themselves into a new form, and there was no going back.

The light began to dissipate. Aegide shut his eyes, hard, and his jaw quivered. His... jaw quivered. He could move his body again! He took a breath again, and felt more air pushing deeper into him than ever before. It felt good in a way, but at the same time, it meant that it was over. Destiny had decided.

He opened his eyes to see a dull stone, now deprived of power. As he looked around, he saw his friends, now teammates and comrades, astonished at themselves. Kohutti, now a Toa of Gravity, marveled at her own hands, while Dekani stretched and Pomak flexed to feel his new strength. Fatala seemed nervous but not regretful, only anxious because she wasn't covered in pink paint like she preferred to be. But one of them was different.

Fetoki locked eyes with Aegide, and an instant understanding passed between the Toa. She was terrified, as terrified as he was. They looked so much the same, like Cemaka did. But neither of them was happy about it. His mind was flooded with questions for her. He wanted to know if he truly wasn't alone, if she felt the same strange doubts and fears he did. Their forms didn't suit them, he knew that. But before he could speak, their Turaga broke the silence.

"You are all Toa now," Turaga Gorrf’s time-carved, creaky voice practically boomed in the small stone-walled room, "and you all must serve the Matoran of Carana. It is an oath you all swore when you took these stones, and the Great Spirit expects great things from you."

"Show us our faith is well placed, heroes." Cemaka's smoother voice calmed him for a moment, but it also filled him with an instant shame. He was like she was. So why did he reject it? He should be proud to be like her, to be a hero. But he wasn't. And from looking at Fetoki, he could tell behind her gruff mask that she wasn't either. The Great Spirit, faith... it all felt like a weight on his conscience.

"Now go, my friends." Turaga Lumuka, the third and youngest Turaga of the island, smiled behind her noble Rau. "Go, and learn what it means to be a Toa."

Aegide swallowed and nodded as a murmur swept across the six of them, before they all began to walk out of the modest, ancient temple that they had transformed within. The sunset's light shimmered across the mountain, and Aegide, a Matoran - no, Toa - of Fire, shivered in the cold atop it. The six stopped before they split off towards their respective Koros, looking to one another, a strange silence underscored by the whistling of the wind. Kohutti finally broke it, fitting as she was the designated leader of their brand-new team.

"So we're all Toa now." She turned her hands over in her own view, cocking her head to look at them like a confused Rahi. "It's... surreal, isn't it?"

"It's incredible, is what it is!" Dekani beamed behind her mask as she swung her arms out in a sudden twirl. "I feel amazing! I'm going to be so fast!"

"Just remember that you're not going to be in any races anymore." Pomak's deep, smooth voice was underscored by a chuckle. "It's not fair to the Matoran now that you're twice their height and can use that mask of yours."

"My mask! I nearly forgot! Gotta go!" Elation filled Dekani's eyes as she whipped around and bolted, activating her Kanohi Kakama - the Mask of Speed - and carving a trail down the mountain in a sudden blur. The snow she kicked up gently fell to the ground in a cloud that obscured her, leaving only the sound of the wind reacting to her and the footprints she left.

"Well, on that note..." Kohutti said, folding her arms in disapproval at her teammate's disappearance. "I suppose we'd better all get to our Koros too."

"Wait, I have a question!" Fatala's hand nervously shot up, waiting for permission to speak.

"And that is?" Pomak said.

"Why do we look different? I thought Toa Teams all looked the same." She asked, before realizing how silly she sounded to herself and shrinking, drawing her shoulders together in anxiety.

"Well, what happened when you became a Toa?" Pomak asked. "I was reminded of Gorrf when he rescued me all those centuries ago. Did you think of Lumuka, since you were brought to Carana later?"

"Well, I did." Kohutti shrugged, looking towards the group. "I can only assume Fatala and Assane did too." Fatala simply nodded, not wanting to speak up again.

"I thought of Cemaka." Aegide finally spoke, but as if it were an admission of guilt. "I know you hadn't met her so... this is what she looked like as a Toa, I guess." He presented himself, looking down at his form without much joy. He saw a barrel chest, broad and thick, with shoulders and arms to match. He was only outmatched in bulk by Pomak, and it felt so wrong to him. He was lithe as a Matoran, and now he felt as if he were a brick with a Kanohi on top.

"Well, I think you look wonderful." Kohutti smiled behind her mask. "You too, Fetoki. Even if you don't want to hear it right now."

"You're right, I don't." The Toa of Iron finally broke her silence with a slight snarl. "You look lanky and vulnerable."

"I agree." Kohutti said, inspecting her own armor and finding it lacking. "If I bring you some scrap, will you help me make it into Toa Tools and armor? I feel almost maskless in this armor alone."

"You'd better bring me something interesting." Fetoki muttered. Kohutti shot a glance at Aegide about her attitude, and he met her with a shrug. "But I'll do it. For all of you, if you like."

"Thank you." Kohutti smiled. "Now, I've got places to be. I'll see you all later." She started down the mountaintop, taking a different path, towards Leba-Koro - a much longer journey than the others, which was probably why she wanted to leave so soon. Pomak wordlessly nodded and started towards his own Wahi, with Fatala nervously scrambling towards hers in tow.

Aegide turned back to see Fetoki, who started to drag herself through the snow towards the entrance of the mountain's innards. He had so many questions for her, he couldn't just let her go back to her Koro alone.

"Wait!" he called out to her, and when she didn't respond, he started to run towards her. He was so much faster than he was used to being that he nearly tripped over his own large, floppy feet, and let out a little noise of astonishment as he made it to her. "I-I want to talk to you!"

"I don't." Fetoki stopped and turned before muttering dryly. "Go away."

"No, I think you actually do, because -"

"Because what?" Fetoki growled at him. "Because I'm tall and thick now like you? Are you sure you didn't get thicker in the head?"

"Because we're both... like this." He said, placing a hand on her shoulder. She immediately threw it off with a jerk of her arm, but he continued to speak even after a quick snap of "don't touch me" escaped her mouth. "Because you feel wrong too." 

"What do you think you're doing?" She barked at him, balling her fists and taking a broad stance. "Are you trying to sweet-talk me into something because you feel bad for me? Or are you just dumb enough to think you're better than me?"

"Fine, I'll say it straight if you want me to." He said, folding his arms and becoming aware of his large chest once again, causing him to shudder. "I... need your help."

"Everybody needs my help. But nobody's ever considering me as a damn Oropi instead of a diligent worker, and now they’re gonna just consider me some kind of hero." She turned away from him with a huff, and started to walk back again.

"Wait! I think we can help each other!" He pleaded with as desperate a voice as he had. "You're not alone! I don't want to be like this!"

"This is our lot." She muttered. "The Great Spirit decided it for us. We don't have any choice but to use what we have. Destiny, and all that."

"I... I don't care." Aegide said. "I don't care what the Great Spirit wants for me right now. I don't want this. And-and you don't either, and maybe we can figure something out! You're smart, maybe you can-"

"Toa aren't masks or pieces of scrap!" Fetoki snapped. "What do you expect me to do? Weld some garbage on to you like I'm going to do to Kohutti and magically fix you?"

"No, I-" He stammered, before being cut off by Fetoki in a rage.

"No, you just want to stop feeling like a poor confused little child, and you're making it my problem!" She jabbed a finger into his broad chest, twisting it to underscore her point. The attention to his body made his heartlight dim and his mouth dry, and all he could do is stammer uselessly. "This is our destiny, like it or not, and we have to deal with it. I'm not happy, you're not happy, and as far as the Great Spirit is concerned, we can both go to Karzahni about it!"

"I..." Aegide's head sunk. "Y-you're... right. I'm sorry." He flopped down onto the ground, his knees' impact cushioned by the soft snow.

"So go to Karzahni for all I care." Fetoki said. "I'm going to swallow this and be a hero like I'm supposed to."

A third voice traveled through the chill air and cut through their argument. "Is that any way you should speak to your brother?" The two looked up to see Cemaka on the hill, spinning her jeweled staff and watching it scatter light across the snow. "Come now."

"T-turaga..." Fetoki also dropped to her knees in shame, looking down at the ground. "I'm sorry you had to hear that."

"You should be apologizing to Aegide," her smooth voice echoed atop the mountain, "and to yourself."

"M-myself?" The Toa asked. "What do you mean?"

"Well..." Cemaka hummed to herself as she waddled over to sit next to the two Toa in the snow. "I think there's something you two ought to know about my past."

Fetoki bristled. She never cared much for stories, Aegide knew, but he hoped she would hear the Turaga out for this one. "What is it we need to know?"

"You two imagined me as a hero when you became Toa, that much I can see." She said, placing a hand on each of the Toa as she flopped into the ground. "But I wasn't always like that."

"What do you mean?" Aegide said, confused. "You were..."

"Yes." Cemaka nodded to him. "I was rebuilt. I was rebuilt by my," She halted on the word, cringing a little as if it were painful for her to mention, "superior, multiple times. I used to look a lot more like Lumuka than I did either of you."

"But..." Fetoki's voice creaked. "This is what the Great Spirit decided for us. Would it not be wrong for us to be rebuilt?"

"Oh, please." Fetoki gave a dismissive wave. "If we can rebuild Matoran, why can't we rebuild Toa?" She leaned in closer to the two Toa, looking between them before she spoke again. "Don't tell the others, but I think we ought not to worry this much about destiny. It's coming for us no matter what, and if it's not meant to be, it won't be. But I don't think destiny says that you need to stay the way you are forever."

"Turaga," Aegide struggled to speak, "I don't understand. Isn't it an insult to you that we'd change away from your image? I wouldn't want to offend my Turaga."

"No." The elder's voice was plain as day. "In fact, I'd be very happy if I never had to see you two looking like that again."

"...Really?" Fetoki broke the silence with a furrowed brow and tilted head. "How can that be?"

"It's simple, my friends." Cemaka placed a hand on each of the Toa’s shoulders. "Seeing that form reminds me of a, well, poor time in my life." She admitted. "My... my superior was not someone to be proud of in many ways. And a reminder of that is a little unwelcome." She gently shook her head.

"Then, what about the others?" Aegide asked. "Are they, too, reminded of a poor time?"

"From what I've spoken to them... those were the glory days." She shrugged. "I think they're proud. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of you too. But I also can see that you're not happy. You wear it on your armor clearer than air."

"So... neither you nor the Great Spirit will mind us changing?" He said, a kernel of hope starting to grow inside his chest.

"I can't speak for the Great Spirit," the Turaga said, "But for myself, I don't mind at all." She stood up on her rickety legs and turned from them, nodding gently. "Now go on, go. I think you two have some work to do. I'll see you again when you're ready."

Aegide looked to Fetoki, who seemed somehow less nervous after the Turaga’s guidance.. "Well... if I bring you some quality scrap..."

"I'll build you just about anything." She met his gaze with a tiny smile, and a rare sense of sincerity. “I promise.” 

"D-do you think you could make me a jetpack?" He asked, as he shot up to follow her. "I mean, I can fly with my Miru, but what if-"

"I made a mistake making a promise to you, didn't I?" She grumbled. The moment of sincerity passed, her gruffness having returned as the pair started to walk down the snowy hill towards an entrance of the 

The Turaga simply smiled to herself as the two started back towards Fetoki's home, hoping that the two would find their happiness - and knowing they'd be some of the strangest Toa she'd ever meet.

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unfortunate news im almost excluisvely thinking about bionicles again

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Tahu's mask reasoning: this Fire Toa is going to jump straight into the thick of everything dangerous he can find, he will need some defense

Vakama's mask reasoning: this Fire Toa waits for the exact right time to strike, he will need to hide until then

Jaller's mask reasoning: we'll let Karzahni give him the Calix because this Toa of Fire has so much fucking bullshit to avoid, like can you believe this, what the fuck. oh and then just give him uhhhhh fucken whale powers. yeah that's good. oh he started by symbolically wearing the mask of his ancestors? no. get rid of that. he has to leave behind the weight of their expectations and blaze his own path. with fucken whale powers.