Voidus

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7 minutes ago, ShardShaper said:

Do you think that you could hemalugize (hemalugify? Spike?) a Siah Aimian and take it's powers?

You should be able too.

Actually doing so in practice would be difficult because we don't know how Siah Aimians have their powers, but it should be possible.

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3 hours ago, MacThorstenson said:

You should be able too.

Actually doing so in practice would be difficult because we don't know how Siah Aimians have their powers, but it should be possible.

It would probably be easier to use multiple spikes to have similar effects, to be honest

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3 minutes ago, Ark1002 said:

It would probably be easier to use multiple spikes to have similar effects, to be honest

True.

It depends on how much of a spirit web you can contain in a single spike.

I think the situation is similar to that of elantrians, where brandon says that one could spike more from an elantrian than from other beings.

You could probably spike a lot from a Siah Aimian, but putting it all into one spike would be problematic.

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I mean you could just brute force it, spiking all potential bindpoints, using an Atium spike, or a Lerasium one

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We'd have to ask Brandon to know for sure.

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Does the DA have any behavior policies?

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7 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

Does the DA have any behavior policies?

In what way?

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1 hour ago, xinoehp512 said:

Like a code of conduct.

Don't bring pineapples near Voidus. Don't bring pineapples into the alleys. Don't eat pineapples. Don't talk about pineapples.

Actually just never do anything that involves pineapples, except possibly erasing them from existence.

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1 hour ago, xinoehp512 said:

Like a code of conduct.

Who wants to know?

The words 'Code of Conduct" make me think of morals...

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7 minutes ago, kenod said:

Don't bring pineapples near Voidus. Don't bring pineapples into the alleys. Don't eat pineapples. Don't talk about pineapples.

Actually just never do anything that involves pineapples, except possibly erasing them from existence.

:P Anything else?

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29 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

:P Anything else?

Use proper scientific procedure when doing experiments.

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Measure twice, spike once.

Also, don't be a dummo.

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Vivica walked briskly down an Alley, making some hasty notations in a spiral notebook. Her right hand left a little blood on the lined paper, which she observed with an irritated sigh. The initial forays into Ferretchemy had been so promising, but the Pewter ferrets had been growing more and more difficult to control. Thank goodness we didn’t start with bendalloy, she thought. Those ferrets were bendy enough. After two enterprising Pewter ferrets had bent the bars of their cages during her last observation shift, she’d had to put the whole lab on lockdown until their reserves ran out. Apparently the little hooks on their sleeping hammocks had been made of pewter, and they’d used them as temporary metalminds. Sloppy, Vivica thought, noting it down. Sloppy, sloppy. The rest of her team would not be pleased. Still lost halfway in thought, Vivica ran a finger along one wall and then stuck it into her mouth. Hmm, it’s probably daytime outside, she thought, then Alleytraveled to another Alley much closer to her rooms for a change of clothes. Her current set was rather covered in ferret.

“Hello!” Came a cheerful voice near her head. Vivica glanced up to see what appeared to be a floating zucchini bobbing along in the air next to her, with two joyful eyes and a smiling mouth. She frowned a little, glancing around. Had she accidentally Alleytraveled to the Alley where they kept the incorporeal vegetables? No, no, that Alley had a blue floor. That left only one explanation.

“I think you’re new,” Vivica said to the zucchini. “Have I seen you before?” She checked through her coppermind ring just to be sure, but nothing came up.

“Ising with the be of Zook,” the zucchini chirped happily, “the Lord Squashborn.”

Vivica blinked at the zucchini, then shrugged, filing this newest of hallucinations inside her coppermind alongside the rest. “I didn’t know I knew High Imperial,” she mused.

“Ising of the we of the being of we going?” Zook said, keeping pace with her as she continued walking.

“I was going to get changed, then finish up this report on the Pewter ferrets,” she answered.

“Ising the sounding of boring,” said Zook, large childlike eyes blinking at her.

No, it’s proper scientific procedure,” Vivica scolded, raising her finger at the zucchini.

“Ising with the be for hungry.”

“That’s ridiculous, you’re a figment of my imagination.”

“Ising with the you for the being for hungry.”

Vivica sighed. She was a bit hungry, now that she thought of it. “Fine, we will go to one of the test kitchens. Then, I will finish the report.”

Zook smiled wholesomely. Vivica made to travel to one of the large test kitchens for a cookie or two, but a sudden sneeze broke her concentration a bit. She looked around, seeming to be in one of the outer Alleys. Vivica felt her breath catch a little as thoughts of the city beyond filled her mind. So much space. So much room.

A sudden sound interrupted her panic, and she ducked around the corridor to find an R&D member spiking a weeping man. Vivica relaxed at the comforting normalcy of the scene.

“Ising with the being for that?” Zook said.

“It’s rude to point,” Vivica said reproachfully. Zook, being a zucchini, had no arms or legs, but it sounded as though he would have pointed if he did have arms, and that was nearly as bad. “Hello!” She called to the two on the floor. “New volunteer?”

@Fatebreaker @Gancho Libre

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*veggie tales intensifies*

 

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1 minute ago, Fatebreaker said:

*veggie tales intensifies*

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If chatting up your required serving of vegetables isn't living the dream then idk what is.

 

 

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"Please..." was all Riathor could say.

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"Hello! New volunteer?"

Stumped jumped, quite literally. He flung himself away from the fellow he had just spiked. "Ambush! I knew it! My metal minds are empty and my kidneys are no good! Totally ruined!" He raised his hands an Soulcast a short stone wall in front of himself to hide behind. Unfortunately, his peg-leg reacted to his use of investiture and began telescoping out at great speed, launching him over the wall to land in a heap.

He panicked and searched his pockets for something to defend himself from whatever had just greeted him so casually. Only the powerful and the ignorant could afford to be casual. The powerful have the strength or the resources to protect themselves from the terrors that filled the world. The Ignorant didn't think there was no reason to not be casual. The educated but powerless knew that everything was terrible and being casual was how you ended up getting eaten by refridgeraptors. 

Stumped continued to pat himself down furiously until he found something in one of his pockets. He whipped a spike from the depths of his lab coat and shouted triumphantly, "Now you're in for it, nameless assailant and foe of the Dark Alley! Behold the power of SCIENCE!!!" And he rammed the spike through his peg-leg. At fiirst nothing happenedd, then he started glowing softly as the bioluminescence spike kicked in. Stumped sighed.

This was definitely going to be a PR thing, he was sure of it. He sighed then pulled out a cookie. "Samples?"

@ZincAboutIt @Gancho Libre

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Riathor looked down at his spike, the one in his leg. Did he... had he told the man what he wanted gone?

But, there was the spike... it didn't hurt as much as he thought it would. Maybe it would help him.

Maybe it would save him.

He reached down and ripped the spike from his leg, then tried burning his metals.

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On 10/04/2019 at 11:13 AM, MacThorstenson said:

 

Mac held the sphere, and focused on the stormlight.

He imagined the biggest difficulty would be being able to conceptualize the investiture as an object, something that could be manipulated, but stormlight was easy. In his mind it had always been similar to fog or mist. That could easily be voidmade. With that settled he moved onto the more difficult aspect, losing control to force it out of this plane of existence.

He looked at the glowing sphere, specifically the stormlight leaking off of it.

He thought of how this could be used to stop him. A radiant could surgebind with this, use it for power that Mac wouldn't have. He let the fear fill him, the fear of being beaten. It wasn't as strong as it used to be, but there was some. He thought about it more. He wasn't scared of the stormlight, that wasn't an issue. He was mad at it.

It could be used to stop him, force him out of his way. 

And nothing should be able to stop Mac. Nothing could stop Mac. But what about the night next to the Worldspike?

His concentration wavered, he was stopped then, but he was supposed to be stopped. Voidus could easily beat him, it wasn't like a little stormlight. When he learned how to do this, to force the stormlight to not exist, it wouldn't be able to stop him.

When the stormlight was gone, then he would be safe. He would be able to continue.

But what if I fail?

The unwanted thought snuck into his mind like an unspiked cookie at a party.

No, I can do this. Once this is gone, it won't be able to hurt me. I will not fail, it's impossible for me to fail. This stormlight could stop me, a demigod.

Nothing can be allowed to exist that can stop me.

With that thought he refocused on the wispy stormlight, drifting away from the sphere. He focused into the sphere, on the stormlight contained in it, and concentrated his hatred at it. Nothing could could exist that could stop him.

He forced the stormlight into the void with a cold determination. Into that emptiness where nothing exists.

A black spot appeared, and the white light rushed toward it, disappearing rapidly.

Nothing can stop me.

Mac breathed a sigh, calming himself down.

It felt like he went overboard, using way too much power to get rid of the stormlight.

"That was actually not as difficult. As I was expecting. Much easier than getting rid of the ball bearing."

Voidus watched the last of the Stormlight vanish into the void with a touch of satisfaction. Mac had picked it up quickly, faster than planned certainly, though given his previous experience perhaps that was expected. Or perhaps he was simply a natural, after all he had managed to precisely control his Voidmaking at almost the moment he snapped into it. The stress of that situation may have pulled out Mac's innate talents.

"Easier in some ways." He replied, making sure that Mac had properly severed the connection. "Harder to explain or initiate though. Most people innately want to possess nearby Investiture rather than be rid of it, especially those who have had connections to a specific form. Suppressing the urge to simply breath the Stormlight in can be difficult for some."

Voidus pulled another sphere from the pouch, noting that this one seemed to have lost some stormlight already.

"Lost a little from these as well." He said, holding the mark up for Mac to see. "The draw was a little too strong. Though not generalised thankfully, if you'd put too much into it without enough focus then you can send things that you don't intend to. Put in far too much and you can begin to draw fragments of spiritweb out of people."

Voidus let the implications of that hang in the air for a moment. The DA was practised with Hemalurgy, one didn't graduate from being an acolyte without being able to minimise damage to the spiritweb. But random, uncontrolled destruction could lead to severe and catastrophic outcomes beyond simply losing access to Investiture, death was far from the worst outcome when it came to matters of the spiritual.

"This is why we started with something physical, it requires more power so there's less chance of using too much, and the focus comes easier so if you do it's less likely to affect your surroundings."

He poured a number of Marks onto the table before looking at Mac expectantly.

"So, how do you think we should proceed?"

Setting up trials one after another was all well and good, but it would only give superficial experience. To do this properly Voidus needed Mac to be able to intuit his new abilities, to understand them at a deeper level rather than simply explaining them.

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12 hours ago, Voidus said:

Voidus watched the last of the Stormlight vanish into the void with a touch of satisfaction. Mac had picked it up quickly, faster than planned certainly, though given his previous experience perhaps that was expected. Or perhaps he was simply a natural, after all he had managed to precisely control his Voidmaking at almost the moment he snapped into it. The stress of that situation may have pulled out Mac's innate talents.

"Easier in some ways." He replied, making sure that Mac had properly severed the connection. "Harder to explain or initiate though. Most people innately want to possess nearby Investiture rather than be rid of it, especially those who have had connections to a specific form. Suppressing the urge to simply breath the Stormlight in can be difficult for some."

Voidus pulled another sphere from the pouch, noting that this one seemed to have lost some stormlight already.

"Lost a little from these as well." He said, holding the mark up for Mac to see. "The draw was a little too strong. Though not generalised thankfully, if you'd put too much into it without enough focus then you can send things that you don't intend to. Put in far too much and you can begin to draw fragments of spiritweb out of people."

Voidus let the implications of that hang in the air for a moment. The DA was practised with Hemalurgy, one didn't graduate from being an acolyte without being able to minimise damage to the spiritweb. But random, uncontrolled destruction could lead to severe and catastrophic outcomes beyond simply losing access to Investiture, death was far from the worst outcome when it came to matters of the spiritual.

"This is why we started with something physical, it requires more power so there's less chance of using too much, and the focus comes easier so if you do it's less likely to affect your surroundings."

He poured a number of Marks onto the table before looking at Mac expectantly.

"So, how do you think we should proceed?"

Setting up trials one after another was all well and good, but it would only give superficial experience. To do this properly Voidus needed Mac to be able to intuit his new abilities, to understand them at a deeper level rather than simply explaining them.

Mac smiled inwardly. It seemed that he was getting the hang of it.

"Well." He started slowly, "I suppose that I should begin learning finesse with these powers, so as not to damage the spirit web." The question was, how to do that?

He thought back to what he knew of voidmaking thus far and how to access it.

It was fueled by will power, which in this case was powered by emotion. He could try to have more control by letting off on the throttle? On one hand then he would have less power to work with. If Voidmaking was like a bike, he didn't want to go so slowly that he couldn't stand up. On the other he didn't want to over do it and crash into a rock. He needed to get the balance just right. Hopefully this would work.

It would work. 

But what if it didn't?

It would work; extrapolating information was his greatest strength. It would work.

Looking at the pile of marks, he started to gather his hate. His desire for them to cease to exist. Once it was there, he reached out to them, but restrained himself. He didn't drag them into the void, instead he gently, but firmly latched onto one of the marks, and focused on that stormlight, then pulled just that into the void.

He grinned with satisfaction, that he had stolen a single enemy and destroyed them completely. Then he carefully reached out and destroyed another. And another. It wasn't his favorite activity, but he did like it.

It was less of a hammer and more of a scalpel. Like a spy instead of a Juggernaut. He continued through the pile, picking each one randomly, then draining the investiture. 

He experimented different ways, trying instead of holding back the hatred, he would try to provide barely enough. It ended up being harder, like trying to sew when your hands were cold, so he went back to tempering back the over abundance of will power. While this felt a bit like trying to walk on tiptoes, it made finesse much easier.

After the last Mark was drained, he let out of a breath and sat down. Wiping a little sweat from his forehead.

"How did I do?" He asked.

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