Waystop

[I Am Witless she/her]

Pallas intentionally grinned in a silly way.

"I like guinea pigs."

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"I see," Yzabet said to Atticus. "Go ahead and do your thing." To Ioc, she smiled and patted him on the arm. "Now, if you will both excuse me, I have a solicitor that I need to get rid of." Yzabet went into the eating area and quickly cornered the Wizard.

"I'm sorry, sir, but soliciting is not allowed on these premises."

 

[Nohadon he/him]

“Really? Oh good! I can go now!” The wizard said happily. He tapped his staff on  the ground and disappeared in a puff of smoke 

[+Sorana she/her]

Damaya laughed at his smile put the last batch of hot cakes into the oven.
The whole ktichen smelled like freshly baked cakes and she had to admit that she was getting hungry. Coru still sat curled around her arm, and he was clearly so content, that she simply left him there and pushed her sleeves down.
"I'll be back in a minute and help you clean up. I want to ask your mother if there is something else to prepare in the kitchen, so that we don't have to clean it twice."

She walked down the hallway and spotted Yzabet talking to an old wizard who vanished in a could of smoke.
"Yzabet."
she adressed her.
"Is there something else I can prepare in the kitchen? The hot cakes are nearly finished."
Waiting for Yzabet to turn around she looked through the room and spotted something sitting under a table. A spren and it looked a bit like Coru. She quickly averted her eyes. She had one of those, there was no need for a second one.

Edited August 24, 2018 by Sorana

[Gancho Libre he/him]

Ioc decided the ground was not wearing away fast enough.

'Huh,' said Subconscious. 'How can I go about this activity?'

'I still say no,' said Prefrontal Cortex.

'Oh yeah?' yelled somatosensory Cortex. 'how would you like it if-'

'STOP!!!!!' said Hippocampus. 'Remeber what happened last time?'

The others shook their heads. 

'That's your job,' said Association Cortex.

'You are being exceptionally stimulated,' said Reticular Formation.

'Since none of you are any help-,' Subconscious began,

'I got it!' yelled Amygdala. He told them. Subconscious nodded.

'I like it,' Subconscious said.

Meanwhile, Ioc began to glow as it whistled. It's gravitational pulled multiplied by hundreds, causing Ioc to now weigh over two tons.

'Now it should go much faster!' said Amygdala.

'OW!' said Somatosensory Cortex as Ioc's feet began to fall apart.

[+Sorana she/her]

Damaya heard the footsteps of the strange man walking in circles get louder and looked over at him. He still walked in a circle. She was about to turn away, when she saw blood on the floor behind him, more and more blood with each step he took.
"Hey."
she rushed over, tried to touch his arm, to get him to stop.
"You need to sit down. You're bleeding."
She followed him next to his path, so that he had to listen to her. Hopefully.

[I Am Witless she/her]

"Well, you could...…" Yzabet trailed off as the man started limping and bleeding as he continued to walk in a circle.

[wiritospren he/him]

"what in storms?..." Said dayne while looking at Ioc bleeding feets, trying yo decide if trying to help him, or just run away

[+Ark1002]

Atticus, having the rights to defend the place, wondered exactly what to do next. He decided on a security system. Now he had to contact the craftsmen.

[Cyanic he/him]

Araha fell asleep again in her room, completely oblivious to men whose feet are falling apart (likely literally), and wizards who disappeared in puffs of smoke. Ran was up though, spren don't sleep.

She wanted to stay by little Araha's —well, not little but she liked calling her that in her mind, it was cute— side, but she was also curious at the happenings in the lobby, there were many interesting characters that she saw earlier and at the rate people were arriving, she surmised there might be even more that she's not seen before. She made sure as best as she could to be unseen, but also turned into as small of an object as she could do, a fly, no even smaller, a grain of sand.

She flew, her luminescent form drifting through the wind and went down to the lobby, the first thing she spotted was a Cryptic under the furniture. What was one of them doing here? She then saw a man pacing in circles, wearing his feet on the floor. That wasn't her business even though she wished to stop him, if only from hurting himself. She'd have nodded to herself if she could, the place was definitely more packed than before, and this sated her curiousity.

She flitted back into her and Araha's room, hopefully no one saw her, discretion and all that.

[Gancho Libre he/him]

Ioc frowned. "Why is everyone staring at me? I can heal from this! THIS IS A WORTHY GOAL!!!!"

He saw one person, Damaya, step in front of it. Ioc just canceled its lashings, lashed itself up and over the figure, and back down with double the weight it had before, about four tons.

The floor cracked.

[Cyanic he/him]

Araha was once again woken up with a start as she heard the sound of shouting and wood splintering. "Ran?" She called out, semi-urgently.

"I'm here." Her spren's voice came almost immediately, "I was out earlier, but returned before I could see what made the sound."

Araha nodded and put her boots on, opening the door and jogging to the lobby.

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When she arrived there, she saw what had made the noise: The wooden floor of the Waystop splintered and broken and a man crouched down above it. There was a crowd staring at him, of which she saw the owner of the Waystop and one of the cooks from earlier, the woman who was around her age, along with other people she didn't know. She didn't need to speak to Ran, she'd already know to get ready to engage in case things go poorly.

Araha stepped by the cook from earlier, and whispered: "What's going on here?"

[Life&Death]

Mr. Amber immediately stood up from where he was sitting. One hand firmly grasping his can he walked over.

”Excuse me sir, but I believe you are causing damage to this building, so I ask you to cease your actions or vacate the premises.”

Edited August 24, 2018 by Life&Death

[+Sorana she/her]

Instinctivly jumping back Damaya, stumbled over her own feet and fell to the ground. She heard the floor crack and stared at it in disbelieve. He could heal from that. Scrambling up on her feet she backed up until she stood next to Yzabet.
"He's crazy."
she muttered,throwing Ioc an uneasy glance. Then turned to Yzabet:
"You were starting to tell me what else I could do? I'm not sure how to help here, honestly."
 

It was only then, that she realized that one of her sleeves had been pushed up by her fall and Coru was visible for everybody. Embarressed she hastily pushed it down and then was embarressed that she was embarressed. It felt wrong to show him so open, to admit him so open.

Edited August 24, 2018 by Sorana

[Cyanic he/him]

@Sorana btw, the cook I mentioned Araha asked was Damaya, but didn't mention her name since she doesn't know it yet

[+Sorana she/her]

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Wahhhh sry. I didn't make that connection.

So she will talk to you after asking Yzabet what she can do (=looking for a way to escape the crazy man)

Damaya looked to the side and saw a woman watching her expectantly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were talking to me."
she excused herself and then answered the question:
"He's walking in circles. And he is ruining the floor. I tried to talk to him, but he ignored me, and I don't know how I can help with that."
Taking a second glance at the woman she recognized her from earlier.
"You were the one who opened the kitchen door and left immediatly afterwards, or am I mistaking you for someone else?"

Edited August 24, 2018 by Sorana

[Cyanic he/him]

No problem!

"Err... n-no?" Araha was bad at lying. "Ok, yeah, that was me. I thought that was the library." She chuckled, which eased some tension, but she remained alert. "Anyway, so he's been walking in circles all this time? Is he a tenant too?"

[+Sorana she/her]

Damaya shrugged.
"I don't know. I've been in the kitchen making hot cakes for the evening."
She looked over at Ioc and the man with his cane that had asked him to stop ruining the floor.
"I'm Damaya. Sorry I should have started with that. And did you see that spren sitting under the table over there?"

Edited August 24, 2018 by Sorana

[I Am Witless she/her]

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Almost everything is made of stone, so the floor isn't taking anywhere as much damage as Ioc's feet.

 "Sir, please stop." Yzabet said. "I don't like throwing out costumers, but I will if you keep doing this."

 ***

Pallas started laying out the meal.

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I totally forgot to include an eating area.  I'll add it to the map once I'm off mobile.

 

Edited August 24, 2018 by I Am Witless

[Gancho Libre he/him]

Ioc ignored the 'Mr. Amber' person, then started jumping up and down, Lashing upwards for the jump, and Lashing downwards hundreds of times, to equal eight tons, for the return to earth. Ioc found it mildly annoying that its body was squishing flat for each jump, but there was no stopping that. Besides, it could heal.

It was then that Ioc fell through the floor.

Somatosensory Cortex passed out, while everyone else congratulated the Subconscious of a good idea and a job well done. For, you see, when Ioc fell through the floor, it left a jagged circular shape missing from the structure. 

And thus, it's first task was complete.

[Life&Death]

Mr. Amber looked down through the crater looking very annoyed. Breathing out, an almost imperceptible puff of smoke drifted out of his mouth.

"Mrs...uh....Yzabet? Unless you accept my offer I really have no place in managing your customers, but should I throw him out?"

[Gancho Libre he/him]

Ioc smiled, then canceled it's Lashings before it squished again. "Don't worry," it called up through the hole. "I'm all right. Now. Could anyone tell me where to find the nearest fabrial washing machine? I need it for my second quest,"

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Yall are welcome to throw me out

 

[I Am Witless she/her]

Yzabet looked down at the hole, and breathed out very heavily.

"I accept your offer, Mr. Amber. Sir, I will have to ask you to leave. Right. Now."

[wiritospren he/him]

"Sir I think you have to go" dayne say while grabbing Ioc arm, and looking him on the eyes"you are damaging this place and since they say they will help me for today at least I can stop you for doing this" with that sayed, he then tryed to push Ioc off the Door.

[Cyanic he/him]

Araha took a battle stance when the man jumped and crashed into the floor, Ran still on standby.

Though, the situation seemed to be resolved as the man disappeared when asked to leave. He was hopefully gone for good, at least for now. While her master taught her of multiple systems of Investiture that would've allowed the man to do that, she recognized that one as Gravitation, surgebinding, something she knew she had, but didn't know how to access. That was part of the reason why she came here to the Waystop.

She took another beat to calm herself then looked around, realizing people were about. People to meet! She realized the woman had introduced herself, but it wasn't really Araha's fault that she couldn't respond directly, given the situation with the man. "I'm Araha." She said with a smile. "You said something about a spren?" Araha turned to the table she was referring to and could see some sort of geometric pattern. "That's a spren?" Her Master taught her about the different forms of Investiture and that some needed certain bonds, but she didn't know the different types of spren. This was new to her. She felt a small buzz of energy from her 'hair clip' "I mean umm..." She began, "No, uhh, no I don't see any spren!" She said panicked. She felt Ran sigh almost. "Yeah, I can see it actually." She gave up trying to lie.

[+Sorana she/her]

"It's a cryptic."
Damaya answered, without officially adressing the fact that the woman tried to lie to her as soon as she opened her mouth, only to redact herself a few seconds later, telling the truth. She didn't like it herself when someone pried in her private matters. Unconciously she touched her left are, where her own cryptic sat, perking out of the end of her sleeve.
"I'm sorry, I have to go help Pallas. We can continue to talk later?"

Without waiting for an answer she joined Pallas, helping him carry the food out of the kitchen, putting out plates and whatever else he told her to.