The Slice: HUGE OPENING SALE

[Tesh Any pronouns]

Tesh quietly walked down the street, along the side of the road. It was a nice day, a great one for a picnic. Or maybe some window shopping.

That was completely her intention until she passed a cozy little bakery nestled neatly between two other shops. There was a sale going on as well.

Tesh saw a small group of people inside, milling about. And a strange shadow across the street. She tried to open the door, but it was locked. And so she knocked.

[LopenTheTwoArmedHerdazian]

"Mac! I wasnt expecting you before the research on Threnody was done! The food here seems amazing, but they’re completely ignoring my request for an artisan spike. You coming to the cookiepizza party in alley 763 later today? The pepperoni was made with premium spiked pork." The Herdazian pulled a beautiful creation out of thin air, something that looked like a cookie with pizza toppings on top. "Dick van Spike will be there."

[Lord Meeker he/him]

"I am indeed what you say I am," Ryker replies to Mac. "Your croissant shaped spike will be out of the oven mom- Ah here it is." A woman walks from the kitchen with a tray. On it are some newly made goodies and sweets. With gloved hands, Ryker pulls the croissant from the tray and puts it on a plate. Sliding it across the glass counter to Lopen. "It's on the house for the resent delivery." He winks. Then comes the knocking. He hurries over to the door, pulling it open. "I am sorry, someone must have accidentally locked the door. Is there anything I can interest you in? Perhaps a slice of Crostata?"

[MacThorstenson he/him]

"I was only needed to get things set up on threnody. Though on my way back I ran into an eldritch horror, and I couldn't resist spiking its offspring. That was a mistake. However, I am not only here because of your message lopen." Turning to Ryker, He stated, "Mr. Ryker, I am from the AVFDSA (Alleyverse Food, Drug, and Spike Administration), and I have been instructed to inspect your establishment to make sure that you are following proper protocols and not infringing on any of the Dark Alley Bakery inc.'s copyrights. If you are, I will have to recommend you for a merging with the DA so that they can correct any problems with this establishment. If I could see your papers?"

[Lord Meeker he/him]

"Yes, yes of course." He riffles through a stack of papers, muttering to himself. "Ah yes here we go." He hands a stapled stack of papers to Mac. "If there is anything wrong, please let me know." He moves off to help another customer.

[old man moomba he/him]

"Ising you being of the knowledge of each other?" Dwig said and then switched back to his normal voice "wait, I thought that... OHHHHH" I see! carry on" he said. "Can I get some" he winks "special pastries" 

[Lord Meeker he/him]

"By Harmony's beard, of course, you can. I will be right back." Ryker disappears into the manager's office and returns with a bag, which he places on the counter. "That will be five boxings for the bag." He places it on a scale and the weight reads 6 pounds. "Special goodie delight. Come to think of it, I don't think Harmony has a beard."

Edited March 22, 2018 by Sahin the Just

[Tesh Any pronouns]

"I think I'll just browse for a minute, thanks," Tesh said, stepping into the bakery. The man who had let her in disappeared into the back, and she deftly avoided thee others in the room, making her way towards a glass case, full of desserts.

[LopenTheTwoArmedHerdazian]

"Thanks for the spike. The recent delivery... ah, of course... those cookies were a Breath of fresh air. Can i have the Breaths of Dor Investiture cocktail? I know you don’t have it on the menu, but I love that beautiful red of corrupted Investiture to wash down my alley made cookies."

[Lord Meeker he/him]

"I always keep a bottle on me." The manager takes a moment then returns with a glass and a bottle. He pulls the cork from the bottle and pours the scarlet liquid into the cordial glass. He then passes the glass over to Lopen. "There you go." 

[Archer he/him]

Sitting at his table, Archer continued to covertly write in his notebook. As he watched the events unfold with mild amusement, he popped a cookie in his mouth. Crumbs sprayed across the table, which he brushed off for the city vermin to eat. Riley is quite a fine baker, he thought quietly to himself. 

Edited March 23, 2018 by Archer

[MacThorstenson he/him]

"Yes, yes," Mac sits down in the corner, idly munching on a cookie. "Cleanliness license, check, Bio hazard license, che- Wait," Mac looks up, "Ryker! How do you bring in your spikes? Do you produce them on site? Or ship them in in blood bottles? If you use blood at all, you need to have a note made in the bio hazard license."

Edited March 23, 2018 by MacThorstenson

[Lord Meeker he/him]

"The spikes get shipped in," Ryker replies. "So I guess in blood bottles. I think I do have that marked on the license here somewhere." He walks into the office and returns to Mac handing the license over. "There you go." Archer still wrote in his notebook. Ryker suppressed a smile, who knew what the man was doing. He wasn't very subtle about it. Ryker was honestly surprised Archer hadn't complained about the acrid taste. He turned away as the man put a hand to his head, and stood up. Ryker focused his attention on Mac, who was still looking over the license. There was a sudden crash as well as several screams, causing Ryker to jump. Archer lay on the floor unmoving. Ryker rushed over to check on the man. He couldn't find a pulse. Archer was dead. The man who had worked so hard against the DA was dead. There wasn't any amount of Progression that could save him now. 

"We are closed!" He yelled, distraught.

What had happened? Harmony, Ryker didn't know. People started to file out. There was a second crash, not three minutes later. Mac fell to the floor, limbs splayed wildly. Seizure. This one could be saved. He yelled for his assistant manager, who was luckily a Truthwatcher. She set immediately to healing Mac. Mac stopped flailing, and his breathing returned to normal. Soon the coppers arrived and want to search the place and ask their questions. Ryker didn't know who had done it, but he did tell the coppers what he knew. After they were done, they left, saying that they wanted to continue the investigation in an hour. They left a pair of coppers at the door to guard the body and the crime scene. He closed his doors and locked them for extra security. He sat on the curb and put his face in his hands. What was he going to do now?

Edited March 23, 2018 by Sahin the Just

[Mistspren she/her]

A man burst into the room, looking around frantically.

"No. No. It can't be true. No."

He glanced over at the crime scene and saw Archer's body, dead on the ground. "ARCHER!" he screamed.

The man tried to push his way towards the body, but hands grabbed his shirt, held him back. He tapped steel, darting through the hands of men and women, sliding across the floor, grabbing Archer's body and dragging him away. Across the threshold of the building. Over the cobbles, the man's head jerking up and down with every bump. Tears slid down his cheeks, and he turned on to a side street, stopped tapping steel, and trudged away, an Aviar swooping to meet him that would shield him from anyone trying to find him using bronze. None of it really mattered now. What could anybody do with a dead body anyway?

Archer was dead.

Dead.

[Tineye Navigator he/him]

"Thank you for your help young lad" Rhomin said 15 lashings to the side were able to get the spike through the aluminum-reinforced window, to hit the target. "Now if only I can get to it before the hemalurgic decay sets in too much"

Rhomin thanked him again, then walked off, still puzzled about how the boss was able to get a wind runner to be able to use his lashings on Scadrial. That man always has some new trick up his sleeve.

 

[old man moomba he/him]

"AHHHH" Dwig screamed as he became a blur and ran into the back of the shop 

[LopenTheTwoArmedHerdazian]

Lopen sat there, drinking. Archer was dead. A positive development, but nothing unforeseen. This shard did not like anti hemallurgy slander. But no matter what vitriolic bile he spewed, he was still a Worldhopper. He walked up to him, closed his eyes, and checked the document all worldhoppers kept in a secret pocket in the right side of their shirt. The instructions read: 'I am dead. Not that unexpected if you think about it. I appoint @Mistspren as my successor, and would like him to not lash out in hate. I've been pondering the scaling down of tensions with the DA. Just kidding. Rip them to shreds boys. I'd like no Investiture placed in my body post mortem, and would like to be buried in the Kandra homeland. And I would like someone to tell that rusting cremling Lopen that giving my dog enough Breaths to reach the Tenth Heightening was not a funny prank.' Lopen wiped a slight tear that slowly was rising up to his eyelashes from that Lashing that he left on. "That was a good one." As he left Scadrial ready to enact the man's final will, he started modifying his Aonic weapons. "A storm is coming, and this one won't even help me regrow a limb. Storming man pulled a Kelsier with that note."

Edited March 23, 2018 by LopenTheTwoArmedHerdazian

[old man moomba he/him]

"WHAT THE HELL" Dwig yelled as he began grabbing as many cakes as possible "I GOTTA GET OFF WORLD" he yelled as he summoned a Shardblade and cut a hole in the ceiling then dropped a coin and shot out 

[MacThorstenson he/him]

"HAHAHAHAHA," Mac began to laugh maniacally as he waled out the door, throwing his trench coat over his paced out of the bakery. "A little chaos is good for the soul." He muttered as he shoved 6 or 7 new spikes into his body. Suddennly beams a liquid fire shot out from around his body and what ever they hit, vanished right before the beam hit it. When most of the street was gone, he shouted over his shoulder: "Lopen see you at the party, you take care of your world hopper traditions," Suddenly a silver door way appeared in front of him as he walked though it. popping out of existence behind him.

[Tesh Any pronouns]

(Alright, I admit it. I am concerned for the sanity of every single person on this site. Including my own).

[The Forgetful Archivist he/him]

My friends used to ask me what I have been up to... they don't ask anymore.

[Tesh Any pronouns]

1 hour ago, The Forgetful Archivist said:

My friends used to ask me what I have been up to... they don't ask anymore.

Me: Learning the Alethi woman's script and translating several lines of notes written by fictional people that are found in my favorite books.

[Gancho Libre he/him]

Gancho surveyed the scene, head shaking. This place had been... a nice place for a treat. Such a waste. Gancho hadn't even gotten the opportunity to eat here, but he had foreseen it. Perhaps it would reopen soon. His visions hadn't been wrong before.

So, somewhat bored, Gancho amused himself by hovering in the middle of the shop, invisible, whispering threats to any who still populated the scene.

Cookie..... Coooooookie...........

[Quickbronze he/him]

A man in a dark suit, a bowler hat, and shades walked through the ruins of the street. As he passed what was left of the Slice, he tossed a lit stick of dynamite into the ruins for good measure.

Edited April 18, 2018 by Quickbronze

[Gancho Libre he/him]

Gancho, seeing the dynamite, became visible (much to the surprise of the cremlings which inhabited the area) and took every cookie he could as he flew away.