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  1. “Hmm, off you say. I’m afraid you’ll need to be a little more specific Sierra. When you say off, do you mean dull? Do you feel uncomfortable? We need the deats!?” @Shard of Thought @ZincAboutIt
  2. "I think it might be best to wait a little further, let the girl recover before we shove her into yet another perilous, mind bending situations. It would be a shame to burn her out just after we destroyed her chance at any normal human contact and indoctrinated her into our spike cult." Grey paused, counting down from five and watching Viv and Sierra enjoy their Cinnamon Rolls. "Alright, been long enough." He added Sierra to the conversations, "Sierra, while you are in fact thoroughly enjoying your Cinnamon Roll, we will at some point have to identify what those knives in your eyes actually do. It's for our safety and yours. We wouldn't want a repeat of the Incident 5665, Clearance: Mint Browning Required. It simply wouldn't roll off the tongue quite the same way as that one. While I'm all for mass-alley destruction, the incident number wouldn't be a palindrome and that is simply unacceptable. So, how would you like to investigate your new paranormal ability?!" @Shard of Thought
  3. “Well, more room for Cinnamon Rolls, eh?” Grey said, Soulcasting a glass of water and handing it to her. He peeked around the Alley, looking until he found it. Ah, the oven. He walked over and, after grabbing a pair of oven mitts, pulled out a pan of hot Cinnamon Roles, and set them on a nearby table, taking one off to serve as a hot pad in the process. He turned searching for plates and utensils, and after he found them, set them in the table as well. “Dig in!”
  4. As Sierra grabbed his hand, Grey whispered to Viv to watch for anything particularly unique. This would be key part. There had been physical modifications, and therefore there would be metaphysical ones as well. “Alley 457 should have some Cinnamon Buns fresh out of the oven,” he said to Viv, then Alleytraveled there, taking Sierra along with him.
  5. “Indeed, Viv, it is fact time for some divine Cinnamon Rolls.” Grey pulled out a small ruler, then measured the longest of the shards that had replaced the girl’s eye. He measured a few more, then figured the average. “2 inches extending from the socket,” He said, pulling out a test tube and collecting some of the tears. He would send them down to the interns to analyze. He paused as Sierra stood suddenly and vomited. And all over his shoes. He sighed, then looked to her form on the ground, crumpled as it. “Well, Sierra best to get up now. You’ll get used to the pain soon. I know I did. One day it will become your greatest companion. But it is not this day. Today your greatest companion will be Cinnamon Rolls, and that is fact.” He out his hand to help Sierra up. @Shard of Thought @ZincAboutIt
  6. It was time. Silence echoed through the room. Grey read through words written on the pages of guide on his mind one final time. Viv pushed Sierra into position at the center of the circle. He sucked in some Stormlight and readied the lightweave. The words that emerged came from everywhere and no where. “Ryleh Thrlis Tetyqpo.” Reality began to split like an eggshell. Cracks spread throughout the space of the room, coming from the ceiling and spreading. With each of the hairthin fractures, the air fuzzed. “Wzxert Ylard Vtre.” Iridescent blades slid from the cracks, slick with the blood of reality that left puddles of pasts, presents, and futures as they dropped with the sound of centuries. “Sierra Kvclthe Crtiop.” The knives bent, or rather reality curved to their will as they elongated, converging on a central point. They seemed to bend from afar, but if Grey followed a single blade with his eyes, it followed a straight vector. Ghostly flames erupted from the ceiling, silently burning in the shape of the pentacle. “Tgjkil Frtyew Xbved” With the final words upon the air, the daggers met their confluence. Sierra’s eyes were filled with the blades, and she uttered a guttural scream from a closed mouth. Around the room, eyes began to open. From the depths of the darkness they fixed their gaze. On Sierra. White noise emanated. Grey felt his vision begin to fuzz, filled with black and white static. His mind flickered. Images, faded like those of an old television appeared in his minds eye. They were of his childhood, of his home in a land long ago forgotten and lost to even himself. Time, experience itself skipped like a scratchy record, and the when the showtune resumed, a single florescent light lit up the crumpled figure on the floor. Grey walked over to Sierra's form, and pushed her over with his foot. She gazed at him with eyes of iridecent knives. The same blood that had leaked when the experiment had begun now formed the tears leaking down Sierra's face. Grey felt the ghost of an impossible smile slip across his face. Success @Shard of Thought @ZincAboutIt
  7. Happy birthday, Snip!!! :D

    1. Lunamor


      Happy birthday!

    2. Snipexe


      Thanks :) (It is actually tomorrow, but I appreciate it nonetheless)

    3. Honorless


      Happy Birthday!

  8. "Oh Jolly, that makes things soooo much easier." Grey was, honestly, surprised. He had not expected to see Sierra embrace the procedure with such fervor. He snapped his fingers, the sound emanating despite the blue rubber that coated them. The chair and all associated apparatus vanished, leaving the room empty, besides the single coffee cup that had fallen to the ground. He cracked his knuckles, flaring his lab coat behind him even as he did so. It did always pay to have a bit of drama. "Step back please." He crouched down, then gazed around the room, shifting his head as he did so to counter for lack of depth perception. He nodded. He wouldn't need a guide for this one, he could eyeball the pentacle himself. He focused, then soulcast a fingerprint of blood on the tip of his index finger. Breathed in, then out. Then planted his finger on the ground, and drew the eldritch symbol. The circle and the lines were the easy bit. You could practice those. The symbols that formed the true connection, well, they were not to be trifled with. With his other hand he slipped a small pocket copy of Human Resources Guide to the Occult from his pocket. He laid it on the ground, then flipped through the blood and goop soaked pages to the one that listed the various symbols and their meanings. He picked the ones he needed, then began the drawing process, careful to draw the symbols perfectly. The 5 cardinal points were used to address the being that rested in the space between Alleys, and the rest were used to form Connection. @ZincAboutIt @Shard of Thought
  9. Grey rolled his eye at Sierra’s rejection of the inevitable. The choice has already been made, the fates having been decided when the radio first whispered to life. All that this had truly determined, besides the initial connection, was the nature of her boon, and agony of her bane. He noted Vivica's approach and question. "Good timing, we were just about to begin the fun bit." He removed the vision acuity tester from Sierra’s head, careful not to catch her hair in the device. It did tend to be a pain to remove, it was the number one complaint about the procedure. From those who were sane anyway. The insane tended to complain about the chair. He fixed his gaze on Sierra and let out a silent sigh. "Look alight, I'm sorry about what's going to happen next, that said, it is going to be pretty funny to watch, so if I leave in the middle to go get popcorn, I do hope you'll forgive me." The snap of blue latex gloves punctuated his remarks. He felt around in his pockets for a mild tranq, there had to be one somewhere around there. People often tried to escape when they realized the waiver they had signed before entering the study had been rather vague about what kind of mild inconveniences they might experience. "Looks like there's not any tranqs for you, so you'll be fully conscious for the lovely lightshow that's soon to come. Any last words before you get metaphysically ripped to pieces?" @Shard of Thought
  10. “It’s nearly calibrated now. 1. Or 2.” As Grey spoke, the image on the wall changed, fuzzing for a moment, then changed again. He took it in stride. Cleary the previous test had been unnecessary. ”1. Or 2.” @Ookla The Narrator
  11. Just want to say that a number of Lum’s posts last cycle had what seemed to me a weird tone. This is the one that stands out the most: Especially now that Striker has been shown to be an elim, and was pushing for a group claim (ironic that that ended up happening), this post seems even more weird/suspicious. It’s not enough to change my vote however.
  12. I think the your target language is just to simplify the sending of 14ish pms with specific targets. It could also be to obfuscate the redirects/incorrect scans. From a GM perspective though, I would think the former is more correct.
  13. It may just be backwards. Literally. We need more lynches to prove it, but that fact that Striker was scanned as village, then flipped elim, and many people got elim scans seems to say that there are more of whatever scans as elim than what scans as village.