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Bionicle Masterweaver Photoshoot by Masterweaver
Bionicle Masterweaver Photoshoot
I figured out a way to reliably shoot my MOCs! Happy day! This is my self MOC, which I drew before a long time ago. It's had some modification, but mostly in the gear, not in the body structure.

This is Vzzlalzvzszmmzch, literally Makes Net Out Of Air, but he goes by the Matoran nickname of Masterweaver. He's a trader and perhaps a con man, although no cons have been successfully linked to him despite his presence during many of them. Using his species' natural talent with languages, he travels the land on his buzzing wings and sets up stall wherever there are those willing to haggle. His backpack is, through an unknown method, bottomless, allowing him to store many valuable artifacts.

Bioweaver is no stranger to danger, and he carries two weapons to defend himself. One, a combination rhoutaka/kanoka launcher, typically holds a 447 disk and fires spinners that make the target extremely open to suggestion. The other is a thornbow, which generates and launches thorns at a rather fast rate. He also has a shoulder Zamor launcher, which holds sedative-laced projectiles.

Despite his armory, Bioweaver is friendly and outgoing, making friends everywhere through his cheerful nature and quick wit. Sadly, this same quick wit is often used to get a quick widget, and newfound friends often find themselves left in the dust as he buzzes away. But when push comes to shove, he stands, protecting his companions from almost any danger. For a fee, to be payed later, of course.

((Part of the Norn Nui setting.))
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Let me briefly paint the scene for you all. Day one: Green hair. Day two: Pale skin and vomiting. Day three: Jaw pains and loss of all body hair. Day four...

Day four was the day the rabbit got fet up, strangled me with its waistwatch chain, and dragged me down the hole.

Actually, in retrospect, maybe Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland was inspired by... no, wikipedia says it was written fifty odd years before this whole thing began, so Lewis Carroll was just weird. Or possibly one of Satoshi Tajiri’s previous identities. The guy’s pretty slippery with those sorts of things.

I’m getting ahead of myself. Why don’t we just when I woke up to find a red shard jutting out of my chest?

---

I woke up to discover a red shard jutting out of my chest.

Actually, I woke up to discover my whole body in dull pain, the strange green coloration on my hands climbing up my shoulders, and certain aspects of my anatomy shrinking away. It was just the red shard rising out of my ribcage like a semi-translucent axe blade that caught my attention at first.

There was the requisite ten seconds of staring. Then I snapped my bedsheets off, jumped down the ladder, and rushed for the light switch. I’m still not exactly sure why I thought light would make it vanish, I was panicking a lot, but it was still there when the bulbs flickered into life.

Also my skin was white. Utterly white, except for the green patches crawling up my arms. Kind of hard to tell in the dark, but now it was obvious.

I tilted my head backward a bit, just managing to see a matching amber shard sprouting from my spine. At this point I couldn’t really think of any way to respond.

After a few moments I tapped the shard in my chest inquisitively. And... it wasn’t as painful as I expected--it felt more like somebody tugging at my finger than a blade lodged in my flesh.

I raised my hand, rotating it slowly. Now that I was looking at it... the last finger seemed shorter than it had been. After a fe moments, I lowered it back down.

The pre-dawn dark outside resounded with crickets and the various calls of frogs and coyotes.

Eventually I managed to reach for a shirt and pull it over my neck. The red shards tugged slightly at the fabric, but otherwise provided no resistance. And since I was clad in my pajama pants as well, my mind managed to relax slightly and let me move outside my room to the bathroom mirror. The face that stared back at me was a tad more angular than I remembered, the nose pressing inwards as the nostrils flattened out, the eyes drifting apart and growing larger. My hair’s natural curls were starting to curve inward, clutching at me like a mammalian metroid.

I gave the reflection a curt nod, acknowledging that it existed. Then I jerked around and headed back to my bedroom.

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I listened out, as was my habit, to hear the ongoings of the house through my door. The various quips arguments and moans and opening and closing of doors... it took a good three hours, and a reassuring of my mother that I’d be alright alone, but eventually all my siblings and my parents were off about their usual shenanigans. I checked out my window to make sure the driveway was empty before finally heading downstairs for breakfast.

Which consisted of carrots.

I didn’t feel in the mood for cereal.

Still, I was alone on the first floor when the doorbell rang. I groaned a bit--honestly, door-to-door salesmen were supposed to be a thing of the past--and walked over. “Alright, alright, whatever...”

There were five men on my porch, all of them wearing black vests with pockets. Barry gave me a big grin, rotating something in his hand. “Hey Reid.”

The door slammed shut and locked, shuddering at the reverb of something bouncing against it.

There’s a difference between horror and terror. Horror is based on lack of knowledge, the edges of sight, the things that are even though you don’t know what they are. The shadows of the unknown, the things that aren’t comprehensible... that is horror. Terror, on the other hand, is all claws and fangs and fire; dangerous, deadly, and above all understood.

What I had been feeling was horror, and that made my mind expand and swirl uneasily.

What I was feeling now was terror... and my mind snapped into a tight crystal.

I ran past my garage door, locking it points of entry on first floor three doors four easy windows three difficult windows slid to the back door and locked it armed, vests, they’re prepared! jumped over the couch living room has best view of majority of entry points and grabbed a lamp Long heavy metal stick reach and power as I waited for them to make a move radiation sickness he knows what’s happening.

Angered voices filtered through the door, and I strained to hear what sort of plan was being made how did they find me they only had my name. A rattling, clicky sound echoed out lockpicks so they prefer to remain undetected and the front door swung open press against the wall to avoid being seen. Something flew through the air flashbang shut eyes! and landed with a clink, a soft hiss coming moment later oh it’s a gas bomb okay. I opened one eye gas is rising sink to the floor and reached for the blanket on the chair next to me wrap around for filtered breath just as the strangers stormed in with gasmasks below their line of vision wait.

“Where is he... ?” One of them muttered, turning to gaze around the living room don’t panic can’t see through chair and stepping in. “I could have sworn--”

There was no battle cry as I jumped forward swing lamp at the legs and spun around toward the four remaining invaders lunge forward thrust at chest who took a moment to respond. One of them pulled out a gun tall lamp pole vault over and shot where I had been a second ago swing lamp around at other target. Another dodged my attack glance behind first is getting up and grabbed at my improvised weapon tighten grip pull this way before being swung into the last attacker turn around quickly. The gunman had turned around gas is rising tear off his mask and shouted suddenly in shock second getting up kick his face.

“Dammit, he’s too fast!” Pull off blanket strap on mask.

The first attacker shook his head throw blanket at four and five before pulling out a gun and taking aim grab three and pull him in front. The third one tried to headbutt me lean back crotch kick so I tossed him at his gun wielding compatriot four and five threw off the blanket and turned toward the last pair Morrigan get out of here!. One of them lunged at my legs slam lamp onto his head but the other was swiftly distracted by my cat good girl Morrigan slash his face!.

I dropped to the ground and rolled toward the couch gun-toters can’t see me through furniture sticking the lamp out and tripping the first one faceplant probably not conscious. The fifth one managed to get my cat off his face Oh you did NOT just throw her into the wall! and glared at me through his mangled mask yeah focus on me not the dissolving gas. “Shoot him!” Rise up and flip the table behind the couch.

His partner was suddenly assaulted with furniture NEVER shout your intentions dummy! leaving him the only conscious member of the invasion force Information is vital. I grabbed his shirt and pushed him against the wall he’s scared of me? I can use this.

“You broke into my home, tried to kidnap me, and injured. My. Cat.” I am angry and irrational try to calm me down.

The man trembled a bit, but held my gaze. “You need to be put down before you become a threat to humanity.” Zealot.

I pulled my mask back and sneered. “Why, because I’m a disease?” I don’t understand, make me understand.

“A genetic impurity,” he confirmed consolingly. “We had a clone ready to replace you while we took you to the base.” Okay way too prepared for ordinary zealots.

“I don’t like any executions,” I growled as I pressed my face against his. “No matter how humane they are.” If you truly believe then you’re going to tell me why I’m a sinner.

He narrowed his eyes. “Blatant hypocrisy, just like all other pokemon.”

O...kay. Video game reference that made no sense... right, this man was no longer a valid source of information. I tugged his torn mask off and clamped my hand over his nose and mouth, waiting until his eyes fluttered shut to pull back. Then I lowered him gently to the ground. There were more important matters to deal with right now.

“Morrigan?” I carefully stepped over the unconscious bodies and debris, noting that the gas had dissipated. “Come on, girl, are you okay?”

“...Mrrow.” She looked up at me with pained and confused green eyes.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get looked over.” Picking up the black feline very gently, I carried her over to the couch. “But I think you’ve earned some tuna, huh? Special treat. Stay here, okay?”

“Mrrow...”

Poor girl. I sighed, shaking my head as it came down from the panicked crystal it had been in, and giggled a bit. “Wow. That was... okay, no. Radios.” I picked up one of the unconscious bodies and tore off his vest, poking through his pockets and placing whatever I found in the middle of the floor. “Need some rope to tie these people up--”

“Haha!” cried a new voice. “Here I am to save... the day...”

I blinked a bit, leaning out of the living room. A blue frog was standing in the doorway and staring, wide-eyed, at the unconscious people..

“...huh,” he finally managed. “This is a bit... awkward...”

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Masterweaver
Reality is Relative
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Who am I?

I am the intelligent, the incalculable, the incredible, the absolutely not conceited
MASTERWEAVER!
Teller of Tales and Bard of Awesomeness!

And I'm also a black leather robe. Go figure.
Post this in your Journal with the title saying,
"I act like a __ year-old".

[ ] You know how to make a pot of coffee.
[ ] You keep track of dates using a calendar.
[X] You own a credit card.
[ ] You know how to change the oil in a car.
[X] You've done your own laundry.
[X] You can vote in an election.
[X] You can cook for yourself.
[ ] You think politics are interesting.
Total: 4

[ ] You show up for school work late a lot.
[X] You always carry a pen/pencil in your bag/purse/pocket.
[ ] You've never gotten a detention.
[ ] You have forgotten your own birthday.
[X] You like to take walks by yourself.
[X] You know what credibility means without looking it up.
[ ] You drink caffeine at least once a week.
Total:  3

[X] You know how to do the dishes
[X] You can count to 10 in another language.
[X] When you say you're going to do something you usually do it.
[X] You can mow the lawn.
[X] You study even when you don't have to.
[X] You have hand washed a car before.
Total: 6

[X] You can spell experience without looking it up.
[ ] The people at Starbucks know you by name.
[X] Your favorite kind of food is take-out.
[X] You can go to the store without getting something you don't need.
[ ] You understand political jokes the first time they are said.
[X] You can type pretty quickly.
Total: 4

[ ] Your only friends are from your place of employment.
[ ] You have been to a Tupperware party.
[X] You have realized that practically no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job.
[X] You have more bills than you can pay.
[X] You have been to the beach.
[X] You use the internet every day.
[ ] You have been outside 3 or more times a day
[ ] You make your bed in the morning.
Total: 4

Grand total: 21

Hmmm. Interesting...

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