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Granted, You receive a tiny shard of metal, seemingly snapped off from the edge of a sword. 

It is heavier than it should be, and warm to the touch.

Otherwise,  it is quite useless and unremarkable.

 

 

I wish I could duplicate objects at will 

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Granted, but you are kidnaped by secret organization. You eventually die in pain.

 

I wish for awakened, Nightblood-like, little black stone.

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25 minutes ago, Jehoiada said:

I wish I had a army of kids

Granted.  You have an army of baby goats that follows you around (the Nightwatcher does not approve of child labor, especially for the purposes of warfare).  Each goat kid has a sword and shield strapped to its back, but because they all have hooves none of them can wield these weapons.  Their adorable acrobatics is their most effective weapon anyways, as proven by this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWvefaN8USk

Your bane is that the signals your brain previously sent to your arms are now sent to your legs, and vice versa.  So if you tried to swing your leg forward, your arm would swing forward instead.  Left and right are reversed for you, as well.  I wish you luck in your endeavors to learn how to move your arms and legs normally again.  Watch out for kids that try to use you as a springboard to perform backflips.

 

I wish for the ability to perform awesome backflips.

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Granted, you now have it but since it's so small you keep looking it and finaly you don't see it one day and step on it this will happen at a random time in the future.

I wish to be a Viking.

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I didn't mean like a physical army but just to let you know, more like a unknown vast number.

 

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Granted, you are Viking. You live in 8th century and you know your bane. You will NEVER find out anything about Dragonsteel.

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The Nightwatcher stares at you in shock, then shivers and shakes her head. "If you insist. But I'm hiding it so it takes you some time to find it."

She snaps her fingers and it appears in a thread with great aspirations, probably sponsored by Ambition, where lots of random stuff that makes little to no sense is housed.

I wish for you to solve my riddle and find it.

Edit: Since Kidpen did that, I now wish for there to never be a math portion of any test, and for math to not be a required subject in high school.

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On 5/19/2018 at 0:04 PM, AonEne said:

I now wish for there to never be a math portion of any test, and for math to not be a required subject in high school.

But...but...

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10 hours ago, NoiseSpren said:

I wish for one boxing. And duck. And one yellow sock.

A look of disgust falls upon the nightwatchers face. 

Humans.. such greed.. 

You find yourself in a boxing ring, the other corner inhabited by a 10 foot tall duck. Your only weapon is a single yellow cotton sock pulled over your left hand. 

Prepare yourself human. 

QUACK!!!

 

I wish for a flask filled with preserved, healthy and refilling water.  

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Granted. A... relatively tiny flask, sure, but... its clean! you may be able to even... I dunno, quench your thirst... if your thirsty for a couple drops of water! YAY!

I wish ghanderflaffles existed.

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39 minutes ago, Gancho Libre said:

Granted. A... relatively tiny flask, sure, but... its clean! you may be able to even... I dunno, quench your thirst... if your thirsty for a couple drops of water! YAY!

I wish ghanderflaffles existed.

That works, it refills :P

 

The Nightwatcher ponders.. 

This.. Ghanderflaffles... this may cause a disturbance in the universe..

POOF!

Ghanderflaffles appears! next to the corpse of butt, whom he just killed. 

 

I wish I had a delicious snack

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2 hours ago, Xtafa said:

I wish I had a delicious snack

Granted.  You have a delicious snack: chouta.  Everyone on the 17th Shard is supremely jealous as you slowly munch on the delightfully exquisite flavor of Soulcast-meat and -grain wrapped in a convenient bundle of munchy, delectable goodness and excessive adjectives.  

Your bane is that your left shoe will always be uncomfortably tight, no matter what.  You simultaneously develop a fondness for marathons.  I'm terribly sorry.

Also!  Wish missed earlier.  For missing this wish (whether on purpose or by accident, the Nightwatcher cares not), @NoiseSpren shall share AonEne's bane. 
Anyways, here we go.

On 5/19/2018 at 0:04 PM, AonEne said:

I now wish for there to never be a math portion of any test, and for math to not be a required subject in high school.

Granted.  Math no longer exists in high school -- or any public school, for that matter.  The majority of aspiring architects, statisticians, and accountants in the rising generation are stymied and fail to adjust to other educational pursuits.  On the other hand, athletes, performing artists, and writers are exceedingly pleased with this outcome (though they'll have a lot of trouble filing taxes in the future).  Home-schooling and private tutoring becomes much more common world-wide, and by the next generation the effects of math's removal from public schools has been largely balanced out and the economy mostly recovers after the chaos of a generation of mathematically-ignorant individuals unleashed upon the world.

Your bane is that all of the teachers for other classes in high school become incredibly dull, so much so that you actually long for an honest-to-goodness math teacher who sincerely believes that what they teach will be useful in real life.  (Oddly, this bane does not apply to PE teachers, who become pretty chill and fun to hang out with).

 

I wish for magical, singing pancakes.

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Granted. Yours pancakes are singing Listener songs.

But somewhere in the future...

...all the pancakes transform into Voidcakes and cause Eversirup.

 

I wish for a magic system that works on noise...

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Granted. You let out an outpouring of noise, shattering the eardrums of everyone on the planet. They are no longer able to hear anything, so this magic system is now redundant.

I wish for velcro shoes that dont tear apart with that terrible noise.

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Granted, your awesome velcro shoes don’t make any noise. And neither do you. You are now mute.

I wish for a grand piano.

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Granted. As you wonder where it is, a shadow suddenly covers you, slowly growing larger and larger as you look up to see what's causing that funny shape...

I wish for wireless headphones that never need recharging, and can connect to anything I choose.

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Granted but they're stuck in your ears and you can never take them off.

I wish to experience @Jehoiada's curse

On 5/17/2018 at 5:42 PM, Zath said:

Your bane is that the signals your brain previously sent to your arms are now sent to your legs, and vice versa.  So if you tried to swing your leg forward, your arm would swing forward instead.  Left and right are reversed for you, as well.  I wish you luck in your endeavors to learn how to move your arms and legs normally again.  Watch out for kids that try to use you as a springboard to perform backflips.

for a day cause that seems like fun.

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6 hours ago, Gray to said:

Granted but they're stuck in your ears and you can never take them off.

I wish to experience @Jehoiada's curse for a day cause that seems like fun.

Granted, but it isn't fun. In fact, you hate it. Luckily, it ends after just a day.

So does your life.

I wish for the power to cause people to have flashbacks whenever I want (in the real world, since I already have that on here)

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7 minutes ago, AonEne said:

I wish for the power to cause people to have flashbacks whenever I want (in the real world, since I already have that on here)

Granted.  The first person you use this power on is @Gray to because you feel bad that they only have one day left to live.  Gray to relives the best moments of their life before succumbing to the Nightwatcher's bane of death, and with tears of gratitude thanks you for the wonderful flashbacks before passing away.   
...You feel strangely guilty, for some reason.

Your bane is that whenever you use your power, you also experience a flashback.  There will be a fifty-fifty chance that your personal flashback will be of that one math class you hate.  The Nightwatcher types out "707" on her TI-83 calculator, flips it around, and shows you the screen: LOL.  She then sticks her tongue out at you. :P 


I wish for Daylight Savings Time to not exist anymore, anywhere.

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I don't want to grant anything, because then I'd have to wish something, and right now I'm grieving over Gray too much. All I wanna do is listen to the RWBY AMV of Heroes and play Poptropica. Leave me to my sorrows.

Oh, fine, I will. Granted. But now you can't un-know Zweiss.

I wish for a Nahel bond with Kelsier.

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19 minutes ago, AonEne said:

Granted. But now you can't un-know Zweiss.

Is... is Zweiss what I think it is...?  No.  No!  My brain!  My innocence!  NOOO!!  (NOOO!!  NOOO!!  NOOO!!  NOOO!!  NOOO!!  NOOO!!

World, I hope you appreciate the sacrifice I went through to get rid of Daylight Savings.  The cost... may have been... too high... <weeps pathetically>

24 minutes ago, AonEne said:

I wish for a Nahel bond with Kelsier.

The Nightwatcher lifts her eyebrows.  "Oh, wow.  I mean, just, wow.  You're sure...?"

You nod, and the Nightwatcher lets out a low whistle.  "Oooookay then.  Don't say I didn't warn you."

With a wave of her insubstantial hand, you are suddenly transported to strange world.  The ground -- and everything else, for that matter -- seems to be made of mist, springy but firm enough to support your weight.  You are crouched at the top of a small hill overlooking a rather intimidating fortress brimming with guards, though the distance is too far to make out any details.  Next to you is a man that you instantly recognize as Kelsier, the Survivor of Hathsin.  He appears shocked by your presence.

"Who are you, kid, and what are you doing here?" he asks.

"I'm AonEne," you reply, "and I think we have a Nahel bond now...? I'm not sure."

Kelsier shakes his head, grinning. "A Nahel bond?  I've heard of those.  Doesn't the spren get to initiate contact?  Does that make you or me the spren?"  You're about to answer, but Kelsier waves a scarred hand and cuts you off, "Doesn't matter.  Listen, Shock -- can I call you Shock? -- you came at a great time.  I need to sneak into that fortress, but there are too many guards and too many eyes.  Since we're friends now, I'm sure you won't mind providing a distraction for me, right?  Great!"  Kelsier pulls out a small, glowing ball of... something, that instantly transforms into a wheelbarrow.  Before you can protest, Kelsier picks you up and deposits you inside.

"Be sure to make lots of noise, Shock.  Grab their attention!" he says to you, then gives the wheelbarrow a shove to send it careening down the misty hillside towards the fortress.

Good luck.

 

I wish... Potatoes!  Whatever that means. "I wish potatoes."

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What do you think it means? It's Weiss with Zwei's face. I can't find the image right now.

I...um...uhhhhhhh

"JUST CALL ME ENEEEEE," I yell back at him.

Granted. Potatoes. However, frogs as well. You have doomed art teachers everywhere. I hope you enjoy your severed hand.

I wish I knew why Kell called me Shock.

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