She saw him, it was Stripetail, the individual appeared tired and worn, but she knew that she had to introduce herself to him. WIthout thinking, she began walking up to him and smiled.

"Hello! I'm Golden Striker! I assume you're Stripetail, correct me if I am wrong."

None. It's my own story. I am the one that wrote it.

Eyes of onyx bore into his violet ones, the mage appeared to be looking the very depths of his soul, using only his eyes a mere window--a passage that would allow her entrance into his very essence. Her eyes penetrated through his impassive facade,unraveling through several layers to reveal and uncover things unknown to even him. She remained locked onto his gaze. The albino-haired girl remaining unwavering in her stance.

Much to his surprise, it was him that broke eye contact, the dragon being unable to handle the intensity of her gaze.

It was obvious that she did not fear him. The young woman had a fierce, determined look on her face. She possessed little to no fear, only courage. The woman had managed to break down all the barriers--all the walls that he had meticulously built in place and shattered them right before his eyes. Never before had he felt so naked and vulnerable throughout his entire life. He knew that this human woman would not break easily, not without a fight, at least. This woman was peculiar in nature. The red dragon had never met anybody that had stood up against him, nevermind someone who managed to strip away his impervious, mental defenses. He couldn't help but feel an impending sense of doom around her. The human female exuded a powerful, magical aura that encompassed her entire being. It was the energy of a healer. But he never suspected that a mere healer, no matter how powerful they were, would be so brave in the face of danger. Not only was he shocked, but he was impressed.

Chuckling, he got off her.

“Fine. You win.” he said, smiling.

"Any floor would do. Thank you." Golden Striker replied back, looking down at the individual.

I quite love Bionicle so hearing some news about a reboot makes me really happy.

Golden Striker was stuck in traffic. Again.

She hated it.

The femme was bored out of her mind and she had nothing to do. She looked at her internal clock and checked the time. It seemed that she would be late to arrive to the hotel. She knew there was nothing she could do about it, but she couldn’t stop the inkling of anger that managed to worm its way into her spark. She was irritated over the fact that she couldn’t just transform and just walk over the hundreds of cars before her. It was her duty -- her obligation to get there in time and keep everyone safe from any harm. It was imperative that she reach the hotel before it was too late. But what could she possibly do? It wasn’t like she could speed up time.

She groaned, annoyed.

Well, if she was going to be stuck in the sea of automobiles, she might as well do some research on modern day religions. She had grown rather intrigued by the Christian faith and took a liking towards its intricate stories. Its theology was so complex and fascinating. She couldn’t help but be pulled in by its peculiar nature. What a better way to pass the time than read the bible? She heard it was the way that the humans' God spoke to them and He used its many pages to exchange messages with His people. This God was known to be all-loving and omnipotent -- he reminded her of her own God, Primus.

I would like to rejoin this role-play. Is that alright?

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I'm back. I'm ready to role-play again.

You're banned for banning other people!