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No, I haven’t. Why?

So he decided to steal Pattern’s Noodles (TM). But first, he needed a plan.

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12 minutes ago, Rebecca said:

No, I haven’t. Why?

So he decided to steal Pattern’s Noodles (TM). But first, he needed a plan.

There was a really similar joke in one episode and I don’t know anyone else who watches it. Great minds think alike, I guess! :P

It involved bunnies. Lots and lots of little floofy balls of death.

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21 minutes ago, Lunamor said:

There was a really similar joke in one episode and I don’t know anyone else who watches it. Great minds think alike, I guess! :P

Wait, which post? The one about an epiphany? Because I got that one from Hook.

And one red skittle.

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The one red skittle had a chemical composition of: sugar, corn syrup, hydrogenated palm kernel oil, apple juice from concentrate, less than 2% - citric acid, dextrin, modified corn starch, food colorings (including yellow 6 lake, red 40 lake, yellow 5 lake, blue 2 lake, yellow 5, red 40, yellow 6, blue 1 lake, blue 1), and ascorbic acid. Hoid used the hydrogenated palm kernel oil, yellow 5, red 40, blue 2 lake, apple juice concentrate, and dextrin, to create a very large, and allomantically inert party popper.

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15 hours ago, Shard of Thought said:

Sophie jerked, her eyes fluttering rapidly. She whimpered, beads of sweat coalescing on her blue brow. The withergeist.... melted. It returned to Astral. 

Jacob glanced at Sophie's wound and muttered something under his breath. He walked over and picked up the spear lying next to her.

"This may hurt," he warned her, and stabbed it into her leg.

With a blinding flash, the spear lit up. Golden energy flowed down the shaft, through the spearhead, and into Sophie's leg, burning away the infectious darkness.

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45 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

Jacob glanced at Sophie's wound and muttered something under his breath. He walked over and picked up the spear lying next to her.

"This may hurt," he warned her, and stabbed it into her leg.

With a blinding flash, the spear lit up. Golden energy flowed down the shaft, through the spearhead, and into Sophie's leg, burning away the infectious darkness.

She can do that herself actually... She's Ember's opposite...

Sophie screamed a deafeningly loud and shrill scream. She'd hardly experienced any pain in her life and this... This was too much.

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24 minutes ago, Shard of Thought said:

She can do that herself actually... She's Ember's opposite...

Sophie screamed loudly. She'd hardly experienced any pain in her life and this... This was too much.

Infection, thought Jacob. Not just corruption, but the spread of it as well. Uncharacteristic, for a withergeist wound. Withergeists tended to favor a simple, direct attack- no poisons or infections.

Which left only one possibility; conversion.

Now, although withergeists were made of ruinous energy, they did not always destroy everything they touched (not physically, anyways). Sometimes, they would possess things instead, taking control over something to further their goals.

But that wasn't what was happening here.

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1 minute ago, xinoehp512 said:

Infection, thought Jacob. Not just corruption, but the spread of it as well. Uncharacteristic, for a withergeist wound. Withergeists tended to favor a simple, direct attack- no poisons or infections.

Which left only one possibility; conversion.

Now, although withergeists were made of ruinous energy, they did not always destroy everything they touched (not physically, anyways). Sometimes, they would possess things instead, taking control over something to further their goals.

But that wasn't what was happening here.

As Sophie calmed down - breathing hard and crying in pain, but no longer screaming - blue mist rose from her body, weaving around the wound. It glowed faintly and rebelled against the black, fighting it off.

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Sweat rolled down Jacob's face as he concentrated on powering the spear. He was gaining, black corruption disappearing faster than it could be replaced.

But he'd come too late. And he simply wasn't fast enough.

22 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

Infection, thought Jacob. Not just corruption, but the spread of it as well. Uncharacteristic, for a withergeist wound. Withergeists tended to favor a simple, direct attack- no poisons or infections.

Which left only one possibility; conversion.

Now, although withergeists were made of ruinous energy, they did not always destroy everything they touched (not physically, anyways). Sometimes, they would possess things instead, taking control over something to further their goals.

But that wasn't what was happening here.

In theory, a piece of a withergeist could be ripped off and planted in the target. It would function as though the withergeist had never left, devouring the target a bit at a time. But that wasn't what was happening either.

17 minutes ago, Shard of Thought said:

As Sophie calmed down - breathing hard and crying in pain, but no longer screaming - blue mist rose from her body, weaving around the wound. It glowed faintly and rebelled against the black, fighting it off.

The tide of black slowed, and for a moment Jacob thought that it would stop entirely. But even as the mist pushed at the darkness, it began to turn dark itself, corrupted by the touch of the ruinous power.

Still, the infection had slowed. Not by much. But enough. Jacob gritted his teeth and redoubled his efforts, desperate to stop the darkness before it was too late.

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6 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

Sweat rolled down Jacob's face as he concentrated on powering the spear. He was gaining, black corruption disappearing faster than it could be replaced.

But he'd come too late. And he simply wasn't fast enough.

In theory, a piece of a withergeist could be ripped off and planted in the target. It would function as though the withergeist had never left, devouring the target a bit at a time. But that wasn't what was happening either.

The tide of black slowed, and for a moment Jacob thought that it would stop entirely. But even as the mist pushed at the darkness, it began to turn dark itself, corrupted by the touch of the ruinous power.

Still, the infection had slowed. Not by much. But enough. Jacob gritted his teeth and redoubled his efforts, desperate to stop the darkness before it was too late.

Sophie clawed at the grass in her agony. "Make it stop!" she tried to yell, but her voice came out slurred, as a cry of anguish. 

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19 hours ago, The Last Post said:

So, you’re a Narrator?

Nah. I am a God Mod. 

Butt slurred words back at Sophie. "Use normal words its easier to understand"

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1 hour ago, ElephantEarwax said:

I am not a narrarator. Cant add me to the plot.

My words are the threads of time, not spoken in it.

*shakes head in amusement*

6 hours ago, Shard of Thought said:

Sophie clawed at the grass in her agony. "Make it stop!" she tried to yell, but her voice came out slurred, as a cry of anguish. 

Light began to stream from Jacob as he redoubled his efforts. Almost... there...

And an instant before the darkness reached her heart, he caught up, burning every last inch of darkness out of Sophie for good.

He released the spear, his energy spent. "Be careful," he rasped, as he pulled out his clipboard. "Learn to use the spear. Don't... get bit again. Farewell."

And with that, he vanished.

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1 hour ago, Lunamor said:

Luna wrote it for him. She added in a section where she got all of his bunkers. 

People fled to Luna's bunkers for safety.

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