cynical · loyal · stone abilities · bionicle · toa of stone · abrasive · pragmatic · team dynamics · sci-fi fantasy · action
The damp, echoing chamber of Metru-Nui’s prison held three Toa. Onewa, the Toa of Stone, glared at the cell door on the ceiling as Whenua assisted him. His voice, rough with cynicism, cut through the gloom. “...when I woke up, all I was worried about was cataloguing. Now I have to go down as Metru-Nui’s most wanted!” He scoffed, rattling the iron bars with a harsh clatter, his eyes narrowing at his companions. “You?! I’m the one suffering here, stuck here with a ‘Ko-Matoran big brain’ and an ‘Onu-Matoran stock boy.’” Whenua snapped back defensively, while Nuju slumped in defeat, sighing, “We will never escape. Our freedom is gone, our future is hopeless.”