People you wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley

[ostrichofevil he/him]

Can I be on the List?

[Voidus]

New lurkers have been added to the list of Dark Alley Denziens.

[Guest]

I humbly request that you change my name to "Snoopy"

[ostrichofevil he/him]

I'm going to specialize in Hemalurgy of non-Metallic magic systems.  Can you add that to the list?

[Coneboi]

I sold a cookie, I think. Now what?

[ostrichofevil he/him]

Maleril looked up and down the list of shelves.  Which spike to use?  The countless Hemalurgic spikes were all in alphabetical order.  K. L. M. N! Maleril quickly pocketed the chosen spike.

 

 

 

Maleril stood in the Dark Alley.  Next to him was Voidus.

 

"I have a very special spike for you!" said Maleril as he drove the Spike into Voidus's elbow.

 

SPIKE NUMBER 381A - NAHEL BOND TO HONORSPREN - TEMPORARY, NO SIDE AFFECTS UPON REMOVAL

[18th Shard he/him]

Added the following to the disclaimer:

Trespassers will be spiked. Approved by the FDA. Made in a facility that also processes wheat, eggs, and radioactive materials. 

[Guest]

It has been done.

[Voidus]

Voidus winced as the spike entered his elbow.
"Used to it as I am at this point, it's still nice if you warn a guy before ramming a piece of metal into his joints you know?"
He examined the spikes placement carefully.
"Nice work though you got the placement perfect, limbs are harder too, people are always flailing them around when you try to hammer a spike in."

A small alert beeped on Voidus' pager, apparently there'd been a disturbance at Winter's cell. A shame, she'd been so cooperative too, it would be a pity to lose her, hopefully he could resolve the issue.

"Excuse me a moment, I need to deal with something elsewhere."

Elsecalling into Winters cell took only a moment, he took in the wreckage around the room she'd thrashed through.

"I feel like that on Tuesdays too." Voidus said wryly. "The lasagna they serve for lunch is just horrible, wish I could smash a room too."

[Guest]

"That's very strange," Snoopy mused. "It could be a problem with not having enough involuntary control over your Cognitive Identity..."

[Guest]

"Hmmm. We've never had to deal with this problem before. One of the solutions could be to make you a duralumin compounder, to store Connection with yourself..."

[Lightsworn Panda he/him]

Voidus winced as the spike entered his elbow.

"Used to it as I am at this point, it's still nice if you warn a guy before ramming a piece of metal into his joints you know?"

 

I would like to promote a new form of Hemalurgic Spiking that is far more enjoyable, and also uses a bamboo spike instead of a metal spike.

 

Lightsworn Panda is not responsible for any cases of sudden pandafication caused through bamboo spiking.

[Guest]

"I felt like an it." Winter admitted.

"Duralumin is definitely the answer, then," Snoopy said. "I'll have to put you under again."

I would like to promote a new form of Hemalurgic Spiking that is far more enjoyable, and also uses a bamboo spike instead of a metal spike.

 

Lightsworn Panda is not responsible for any cases of sudden pandafication caused through bamboo spiking.

I suggested this, back in the day. It's actually my specialty, if you check the DA's membership list.

[Lightsworn Panda he/him]

I suggested this, back in the day. It's actually my specialty, if you check the DA's membership list.

 

Great minds think alike. 

[Guest]

"Perhaps duralumin and nicrosilaluminum, for Connection and Identity," Snoopy suggested.

Great minds think alike.

Yes indeed. Edited February 9, 2015 by Snoopy

[skaa he/him]

"Perhaps duralumin and nicrosil, for Connection and Identity," Snoopy suggested.

Yes indeed.

A small gemstone-powered toy robot waddles into the dark alley, approaching Snoopy and Winter Cloud.

"It's aluminum that stores Identity, not nicrosil," says a voice coming from the robot. "Nicrosil stores Investiture."

The toy robot waddles away, leaving them slightly more informed.

Edited February 9, 2015 by skaa

[Guest]

A small gemstone-powered toy robot waddles into the dark alley, approaching Snoopy.

"It's aluminum that stores Identity, not nicrosil," says a voice coming from the robot. "Nicrosil stores Investiture."The toy robot waddles away, leaving Snoopy a little bit more informed.

Just like to point out that Winter said it, not me. I was hastily posting on four different forums when she said that. But thanks.

[+Slowswift]

In which we take a break from the insanity to welcome (hopefully) your newest member.

 

...

 

Hello, everyone!

[Fatebreaker he/him]

There are no breaks from Insanity.

 

Welcome Slowswift. 

[Voidus]

So Slowswift, is there any area in particular that interests you?

[+Slowswift]

Areas, as in like roleplaying? 'Cause I'm mostly just here to pick up a thing or two about hemalurgy and spiked cookies. 

Edited February 10, 2015 by Slowswift

[TheSilverDragon he/him]

I have a question about hemalurgy, and I thought this would be the best place to go, even though I disprove of your practices. So you know how when you spike someone, and some of the power is lost? Where does that power go? Is it just gone or could you get it back some how?

[Voidus]

I have a question about hemalurgy, and I thought this would be the best place to go, even though I disprove of your practices. So you know how when you spike someone, and some of the power is lost? Where does that power go? Is it just gone or could you get it back some how?

Wherever it normally goes when someone dies, Hemalurgy is an end-negative art so no barring WoB I'd say there's no way to get it back. Atium can be used to prevent it decaying as much but it'll still decay at least a little.

[Fatebreaker he/him]

The Stranger watched it all on the screen on his pocket-toaster. He shook his head as he watched the test-subject make a mess of her accommodations. Some folks had no manners these days. He wondered briefly if manners could be gained via Hemalurgy, then dismissed the thought. Even Science had it limits. No, manners had to be taught. Generally with the aid of percussive teaching implements.

 

The picture on the screen fuzzed briefly, and a slice of toast popped out of the device in his hand. He caught it and proceeded to munch as he contemplated the situation. Her lycanthropic abilities apparently had come with some unexpected side-effects. He needed to take a closer look. He pulled a slice of bread from his pocket and put it in the toaster, setting the dial to crisp. The picture switched to the psychowavelength spectrum and told him something very interesting. There were two sets of thoughts coming from the test subject. How interesting. There were only a few possibilities of what that could be, but he had a hunch.

 

The Stranger turned the dial on the toaster to crunchy, but nothing showed up. Nope, not possession then. He turned the dial up to Burned. And there it was. An Essence Spike.  So that was where it had gone. It explained alot, but only if you had the data. The stranger was about to go into the room, when he noticed several of the denizens leaving with the test-subject. They left the DA premises and went into a bar, presumably to relax her and get her out of her aggravated state. The Stranger wondered if this was against any codes, but then remembered that the only code was that codes were irrelevant. 

 

He grinned.

Let them have their fun, I'll tell them when they get back. I'm sure it'll be a wonderful surprise.

He turned to a workbench and began fiddling with a strange device with tubes coming out of it.

He whistled a merry tune, and without looking stuck out his hand as the toaster forcefully ejected the toast, sending the piece of charred bread flying through the air and into his waiting hand.

They would be back. And he would be waiting to tell them the news.

Edited February 16, 2015 by Fatebreaker

[ostrichofevil he/him]

Maleril pulled the large nickel Spike from the Elantrian's thigh.  Aten had been a fine Elantrian, but his Investiture would serve a greater purpose.  The man would even be spared; the Thigh was a non-fatal bondpoint.

 

"Why?" Aten yelled.  "Please, Devotion, stay with me.  I was picked by the Shao—AAAAGH!"

 

The glow in his skin and hair turned red, then faded.  He was no longer an Elantrian.