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About PrinceDusty

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  1. "Rig is good people" sounded like an error at first- it made me stop- but yeah I'm pretty sure that's just a bit of slang that wasn't integrated perfectly
  2. I'll be pretty much offline until Monday- fall break. I'll be on occasionally to prevent everything from completely blowing up in my face when I get back :/

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    2. PrinceDusty


      Yep. You know what, at least I tried

    3. Kidpen


      Yay! Explosions!

    4. PrinceDusty


      Bah, and now NaNoWriMo, to make matters worse

  3. Night watched as what Mac described above happened. Dodging the fireballs wasn't particularly hard- years of training on Patji had honed his instincts to sudden traps accidentally sprung- but it was more effort than he would have liked to waste, especially when his main focus should have been finding out which Mac was the real one. The Macs were all exactly the same, as far as he could tell. They watched him dodge the fireballs with mild interest. But Night was reasonably sure that none of them were the real Mac- the Mac that he admittedly barely knew was far too smart for that. Mac had been searching for something. "Sain, please, try and find him;" Night begged. His spren had been silent for almost a year now, only helping when absolutely needed- which was more than Night would have liked. But Sain complied, the Ashspren quickly flitting throughout the room. Nin and Hateka joined the search- Mac was presumably still at ground level. Night moved to the circle of illusions. They didn't immediately attack him. He slid across the floor behind them, feeling for... he wasn't quite sure. It wasn't like there was going to be a "disturbance in the air" or something. He reached out to other Ghostbloods for help through means that can only be described as 'desperation.'
  4. Everything had dissolved into chaos. Night was no longer sure who was fighting who- most of the Mistbeavers seemed to be incapacitated, but a horde of Abominations had entered. The DA was cracking down on the Ghostbloods. Dwig seemed to be offering his own form of "air support," and Hellbent was... presumably wreaking havoc... Night couldn't really tell. Klasten was helping the lifeless that Dusk had left when he teleported away, and Night realized he'd lost track of Tena. Night focused on Mac. The storming cremling needed to leave. Mac had the Ghostblood underlings he had come for... and any other Ghostbloods that had chosen to join him. At this point, there was no reason for him to remain, nothing more he could want- other than to randomly chuck some sorts of fire around, which was not acceptable. Night was completely underprepared. He had nothing but his Spren, two Aviar flying above, and a few knives. He had no powers to speak of other than being a Dustbringer. This creep would not harm his Ghostbloods any longer. He charged towards the DA madman, using masterful control of Abrasion to twirl through the fire, and Hateka's visions to avoid any arrows. @MacThorstenson
  5. @Munchy_Dan and @MinatoRising, I'll @Archer for you
  6. "Everything's clearing up well. The weakness of the mistbeavers- tell them you don't want a spike and they'll ignore you. The DA hasn't thrown anything else at us... yet. But who's that old guy who just came in? We need to keep an eye on Mac as well."
  7. See, I'm reading this: But then a little bit later I read this... Lol. Ghostbloods don't submit that easily
  8. The Ghostblood underlings cleared out quickly. Others were helping the underlings who were in full panic, and the Beavers avoided Night. Who was the spry old man who had just entered?