The Knights Awkward

[Mistrunner]

"In that case," Peorin began. "We might as well join in." He nodded to his spren and it transformed into an Chinese official-looking older man riding a horse.

"I've a girl back home who's not like any other!" Valinean sang.

From the kitchen, they hear a muffled "The only girl who loves him is his mother!" followed by the clanging of pots, an aggravated meow, a pterodactyl screech, and a quiet "ow."

[The Honor Spren she/her]

 "I don't remember the lyrics for this song!" Maggie sings to the melody.

[Mistrunner]

Mistrunner, now having listened to Still Alive three times in a row, runs back into the room shouting "What have you done? I don't even play Portal!"

[CarolaDavar she/her]

I don't eith er! !!!!" Carola tells Mistrunner. "Also, where did yiu get the peterodactyl from? I heard it screeching."

[Kynedath]

"And why is your odactyl named Peter?"

[TheSurvivorOfFlames]

"Well, here we are again," Lin morphed into a robotic-like structure that looked like it was supported by the ceiling.

"It's always such a pleasure." Peorin finished.

The machine turned to him. "Remember when you tried to kill me twice?"

[jaimeleecee she/her]

Continuing her momentum and some form of interpretive dance Jaime belts, "you want your freedom take iiiiiiiit! That's what I'm counting on... I used to want you dead but, now I only want you gone!!" Then opens her laptop and proceeds to play portal for hours and hours because she just needed to!!

[TheSurvivorOfFlames]

"Oh, how we laughed and laughed!" Peorin said.

"Except I wasn't laughing..." His spren turned away.

"Under the circumstances I've been shockingly nice," He muttered.

[Sunbird she/her]

Sunbird decides that this gathering of Knights Awkward needs a motivational battle tune, so she begins belting out, "Let's get down to business to defeat the Huns! Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons? You're the saddest bunch I ever met, but you can bet before we're through--Mister, I'll make a man out of you!"

[jaimeleecee she/her]

Jaime realized that the room had grown very quiet, as she peers away from her portal playing for the first time in.. how long has it been, "Wha.. what happened?" Everyone was passed out, covered in bookie crumbs, mumbling what sounded like Disney lyrics in their sleep..

[CarolaDavar she/her]

Sunbird decides that this gathering of Knights Awkward needs a motivational battle tune, so she begins belting out, "Let's get down to business to defeat the Huns! Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons? You're the saddest bunch I ever met, but you can bet before we're through--Mister, I'll make a man out of you!"

Carola, still in a mood to continue whatever songs are being sung, sings, "Tranquil as a forest

But on fire within(a few random bookies set on fire here)

Once you find your center

You are sure to win

You're a spineless, pale, pathetic lot

And you haven't got a clue

Somehow I'll make a man out of you!!!"

[Alomantisist he/him]

Alomantist stumbles in bearing odd scrapes on his face and forarms.

"Troll in the dungeon! Just thought you should know." He shouted. Then he proceeded to faint.

From the floor he mumbles, "Sorry boys, I don't sing."

[nmgrgtna he/him]

Boom the door went as something battered it from the outside. Boom the door went as those inside cowered in fear. Crack the door went as it burst open, a shadowy figure standing in the rain. A voice boomed down the hall, "Books before friends.17th Shard before the real world. Release dates before birthdays." The figure walked down the hall, and... Tripped on nothing. "I would like to join your ranks as a Theoryweaver. My name is antgrgmn, but you can call me ant if you prefer."

[CarolaDavar she/her]

"Hello, ant!" Carola waves excitedly. "Good to-" she then falls over into a pile of bookies that spontaneously generated

[nmgrgtna he/him]

Ant pick up a bookie from the side of where Carola fell. "Depressed, but simultaneously awesome. I think I got Kaladin. So, what's going on?"

[CarolaDavar she/her]

"Being, well, AWKWARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Carola stands up, waving around her AwkwardBlade in random places.

[Mistrunner]

Mistrunner jumps up and says, "Ant of the Antgrgmn clan, your Words have been accepted! Welcome to our ranks." For accomplishing the horribly difficult task of communicating with a new, different human being, she rewards herself with a plate of bookies.

[Dustbringer12 he/him]

Suddenly, Jeirid stumbles in.  "I found it!" He giggled madly.  "Now our collection can be complete!"

[Kynedath]

Which collection?

[Dustbringer12 he/him]

He stopped laughing abruptly.  "I... I... I can't remember," he said, as his normal quiet self.  "Hmm.  Madness.  And apparently multiple personality disorder.  I shall have to research this."  He then, seemingly faster than one could blink, hurried over to the bookshelf, and pulled out a book that said Diseases That may not Exist on the cover and sat down to read with an almost inaudible sigh.

[Rielle she/her]

*Shuffles in and rasps huskily:* I seek admittance into this guild, and thus speak aloud the first of these oaths: 

Books before friends.

17th Shard before the real world.

Release dates before birthdays.

*Valiantly attempts to ignore the madman in the corner*

[CarolaDavar she/her]

Carola lounges in the pile of bookies, "'sup pal! good to meet y'all"
She looks around, "MISTRUNNER," she yells, "We's gots another one!!!!"

She proceeeds to munch on a ship bookie of Kaladin and Shallan,and then one of Dalinar and Navani, "Hm. . . these are actually delicious."

[Dustbringer12 he/him]

"Welcome to the... hmm.  What exactly are we?" Says Jeirid absently, still buried in research.  "'Club' seems like too much of an u-" he cut off abruptly.  "An u-...  An unawkward-" he paused to shudder "term."

[CarolaDavar she/her]

44 minutes ago, RubiksCube said:

"Welcome to the... hmm.  What exactly are we?" Says Jeirid absently, still buried in research.  "'Club' seems like too much of an u-" he cut off abruptly.  "An u-...  An unawkward-" he paused to shudder "term."

Carola shivers at the word. "U-un. .  nope i can't say it"

Lavala screams in shock Why would you even Try that, Carola?

"I'm sorry." she turns to Rubiks, "I think we're probably a. . . Clan? Anti-social guild? Guild of anti-social adventurers, or somethign like that?"

[Dustbringer12 he/him]

"We should leave it up to mistrunner.  There are so many choices..." Jeirid expression changes and he starts talking more excitedly " we could be a category, class, grouping, set, lot batch, type, sort, kind, variety, family, crowd, party, body, band, company, gathering, congregation, assembly, collection, cluster, flock, pack, troop, gang, bunch, pile, knot, mass, clump, faction, division, selection, clique, coterie, circle, set ring, camp plot, caucus, cabal, association, club, society, league, or guild. Or we could be a-" he cut off abruptly as a hand into over his mouth.

"Sorry about that," he said as his normal self.  "There's just no telling how many personalities I have bouncing around in here.  I should do some more research," he muttered to himself, pulling out several more charts and books, with a bunch of note pages laying around everywhere, dominating most of the keep table.