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On 12/17/2024 at 10:02 AM, Ookla de los cuervos said:

Sweets nods. "I got you. lets go"

On 12/16/2024 at 3:56 PM, Ookla the Stormy said:

"Preferably without violence. Or minimal violence."

Marewill stayed waiting for them at the construction site.

  • 2 weeks later...
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“Lily, look away,” Meron instructed as Maj cursed the Gamemakers. 

“Why? I’m old enough to see.”

”That doesn’t mean you should-

”You were younger than me during Will’s games.”

”That was different, she’s our sister.”

”It deserves to be remembered. Right?”

Meron’s mouth hung speechless. 

“I always hear Will say she wants to forget but needs to remember. That guy is Mr. Mark’s friend, and he’s not here to see it. We need to remember, and tell him.”

”But… it’s recording for that reason.”

”Ren. I want to see. I need to see.”

Meron sighed. “Alright.”

The machete pierced Maj through, and he glanced at Lily. She winced, but watched dutifully. 

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On 1/8/2025 at 1:50 PM, The Stormfather said:

People give Sweets some odd looks. "Why're you here?" A few walk over, sighing something about meddling outsiders.

"YOO HOOO! HIYA HOWS IT GOING BOYS?" she shouts, putting on her best "I have the hots for you and I have it bad" voice. "HEY HEY I GOT SOMETHING TO SHOW YALL MY FRIENDS ARE HERE AS WELL AND THEYRE JUST AS PRETTY AS MEEEEEEEEE!!!" she giggles. "Although I would rather have you all to myself, but that's just me"

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On 1/13/2025 at 8:51 PM, Spark of Hope said:

“Lily, look away,” Meron instructed as Maj cursed the Gamemakers. 

“Why? I’m old enough to see.”

”That doesn’t mean you should-

”You were younger than me during Will’s games.”

”That was different, she’s our sister.”

”It deserves to be remembered. Right?”

Meron’s mouth hung speechless. 

“I always hear Will say she wants to forget but needs to remember. That guy is Mr. Mark’s friend, and he’s not here to see it. We need to remember, and tell him.”

”But… it’s recording for that reason.”

”Ren. I want to see. I need to see.”

Meron sighed. “Alright.”

The machete pierced Maj through, and he glanced at Lily. She winced, but watched dutifully. 

 

On 1/13/2025 at 9:11 PM, Ancient Elantrian said:

Emma flinched as Maj died. 

Why is society like this.

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Heheh.

Someone has to tell Mark when he gets back.

12 hours ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

"YOO HOOO! HIYA HOWS IT GOING BOYS?" she shouts, putting on her best "I have the hots for you and I have it bad" voice. "HEY HEY I GOT SOMETHING TO SHOW YALL MY FRIENDS ARE HERE AS WELL AND THEYRE JUST AS PRETTY AS MEEEEEEEEE!!!" she giggles. "Although I would rather have you all to myself, but that's just me"

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Not entirely sure how to respond to that, but...

The people are distracted? I guess?

Mark takes in a breath of stormlight and slides towards the door to the mysterious shed, ending right before the door in a crouch. He listens for a moment in front of the door. Nothing inside, but they could very well just be being quiet. 

From a mental command, his Spren snakes under the door to check if anyone is inside. After a nod from his Spren that remains unnamed, he begun inspecting the lock.

After a moment, he slid back to Mare.

"Do you know how to pick locks? Without me using my Shardblade, because that's a bit noticeable?"

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2 minutes ago, The Stormfather said:

 

The people are distracted? I guess?

Mark takes in a breath of stormlight and slides towards the door to the mysterious shed, ending right before the door in a crouch. He listens for a moment in front of the door. Nothing inside, but they could very well just be being quiet. 

From a mental command, his Spren snakes under the door to check if anyone is inside. After a nod from his Spren that remains unnamed, he begun inspecting the lock.

After a moment, he slid back to Mare.

"Do you know how to pick locks? Without me using my Shardblade, because that's a bit noticeable?"

“No, but I can try to-…”

She looked at the ground for a moment, eventually picking up a fist-sized rock, which she bashed down on the lock to open it. 

Posted
1 hour ago, The Stormfather said:

 

The people are distracted? I guess?

Mark takes in a breath of stormlight and slides towards the door to the mysterious shed, ending right before the door in a crouch. He listens for a moment in front of the door. Nothing inside, but they could very well just be being quiet. 

From a mental command, his Spren snakes under the door to check if anyone is inside. After a nod from his Spren that remains unnamed, he begun inspecting the lock.

After a moment, he slid back to Mare.

"Do you know how to pick locks? Without me using my Shardblade, because that's a bit noticeable?"

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I call NOT telling him

 

Posted (edited)
9 hours ago, Spark of Hope said:

“No, but I can try to-…”

She looked at the ground for a moment, eventually picking up a fist-sized rock, which she bashed down on the lock to open it. 

"That works." Mark pushed open the door into the building, finally getting to see what was inside. Papers were scattered across the table, most financial reports or unimportant ledgers, but on the center of the table, there was a map.

On this map, there were a few figurines. Three lions posed of their hind paws and waving claws in the air, one on this construction site, one on a farm near the outskirts of the city, and one downtown on a house in the more populated area.

What?

 

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Just now, The Stormfather said:

"That works." Mark pushed open the door into the building, finally getting to see what was inside. Papers were scattered across the table, most financial reports or unimportant ledgers, but on the center of the table, there was a map.

On this map, there were a few figurines. Three lions posed of their hind paws and waving claws in the air, one on this construction site, one on a farm near the outskirts of the city, and one downtown on a house in the more populated area.

What?

Confused by the diorama, she skimmed through a few reports. Maybe those would say what this meant. 

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1 minute ago, Spark of Hope said:

Confused by the diorama, she skimmed through a few reports. Maybe those would say what this meant. 

There wasn't much in the reports, although she did see that the company was 'donating' a significant amount of money to something called 'The Marksman.'

Mark further inspected the map, finding that there were a few scattered red X's on various houses throughout the city. 

One was on Mark's house.

One was on the Steele HQ.

One was on... No. Not there. One was... No. 

One X was over the alley.

The alley where it had happened.

Mark clenched one fist and slammed it down on the table. 

The two final X's were close to each other. One was on the old Rusted HQ that had been in the basement under a bar, and the final one was off in the outskirts near the forest.

"Mare..." Mark paused. "This is..." His eyes flashed to the X on the alley. A small, hooked knife formed in his hands. "That's where the Trickster grew up, I think. Arc. This is... These are all places that I have gone, or that are directly linked to my life..." Why can't I live in peace for one second? 

Mark looked around, spotting a corner of another map hidden under the mess of ledgers.

It was another map, incredibly similar, but the X's were placed not on places that were important to Mark, but those that were important to Marewill. 

"There must be somewhere they stored these papers, right? Surely they don't just leave them all over the table. If we can find that, we can probably figure out what the hell is going on."

Sereine.

A shiver runs through Mark. 

'Mark, I need to go visit my family. I'll be back... Few hours?'

The last words she had said echoed through his mind. Useless words, meaningless words, but words that hurt Mark nonetheless.

The last words she had said had been a lie.

She had never come back.

Because....Because... He had killed her.

I won't relive this again! Mark slammed his knife into the table. "I'm done here." He said, shoving his way out the door.

 

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2 minutes ago, The Stormfather said:

There wasn't much in the reports, although she did see that the company was 'donating' a significant amount of money to something called 'The Marksman.'

Mark further inspected the map, finding that there were a few scattered red X's on various houses throughout the city. 

One was on Mark's house.

One was on the Steele HQ.

One was on... No. Not there. One was... No. 

One X was over the alley.

The alley where it had happened.

Mark clenched one fist and slammed it down on the table. 

The two final X's were close to each other. One was on the old Rusted HQ that had been in the basement under a bar, and the final one was off in the outskirts near the forest.

"Mare..." Mark paused. "This is..." His eyes flashed to the X on the alley. A small, hooked knife formed in his hands. "That's where the Trickster grew up, I think. Arc. This is... These are all places that I have gone, or that are directly linked to my life..." Why can't I live in peace for one second? 

Mark looked around, spotting a corner of another map hidden under the mess of ledgers.

It was another map, incredibly similar, but the X's were placed not on places that were important to Mark, but those that were important to Marewill. 

"There must be somewhere they stored these papers, right? Surely they don't just leave them all over the table. If we can find that, we can probably figure out what the hell is going on."

Sereine.

A shiver runs through Mark. 

'Mark, I need to go visit my family. I'll be back... Few hours?'

The last words she had said echoed through his mind. Useless words, meaningless words, but words that hurt Mark nonetheless.

The last words she had said had been a lie.

She had never come back.

Because....Because... He had killed her.

I won't relive this again! Mark slammed his knife into the table. "I'm done here." He said, shoving his way out the door.

 

Her eyes softened. “Mark…” she said quietly as he left. 

Truth was, she felt bad about this whole thing. The only places that had been located for her were the childhood home she’d not seen for over a decade and a run-down tavern that had been abandoned after her father’s old friend was exiled. 

She stayed a while longer looking for more information. What’s the Marksman?

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