The Newcago Court

[Kidpen he/him]

"I'm gonna talk to him about fixing my lenses so that they are hard to break. One of them has broken in all of my duels so far, and I thought an Elantrian Aon could help with that."

[Queen Elsa Steelheart she/her]

1 minute ago, Kidpen said:

"I'm gonna talk to him about fixing my lenses so that they are hard to break. One of them has broken in all of my duels so far, and I thought an Elantrian Aon could help with that."

"Well the only way to find out is to ask him. He also just became a Baron of The Newcago Court."

[Kidpen he/him]

"Nah, that was Mac. Mack is the old identity."

Edited May 2, 2018 by Kidpen

[MacThorstenson he/him]

“Queen Elsa. 

In order to dodge my impending death I copied my entire life into a coppermind, then I compounded the copper until I had two full memories of my life. I put one in the coppermind and removed my allomatic copper. Voidus spiked Mack, and gave him the shavings of my (Mac) old memories. Mack burned the memories  and in the shock, my memories have taken over and now mack acts like me. I’m not entirely sure who’s in control, but Macs memories are in charge right now.”

turning to kidpen, Mac says “I will have Mack look at it.”

[Queen Elsa Steelheart she/her]

11 hours ago, MacThorstenson said:

“Queen Elsa. 

In order to dodge my impending death I copied my entire life into a coppermind, then I compounded the copper until I had two full memories of my life. I put one in the coppermind and removed my allomatic copper. Voidus spiked Mack, and gave him the shavings of my (Mac) old memories. Mack burned the memories  and in the shock, my memories have taken over and now mack acts like me. I’m not entirely sure who’s in control, but Macs memories are in charge right now.”

turning to kidpen, Mac says “I will have Mack look at it.”

“So you are technically two people in one? Is that a good thing? Are both sides good?”

[Quickbronze he/him]

"No." Quickbronze speaks up. "Never trust a possessor." 

[MacThorstenson he/him]

“I’m not possessing him. It’s just that my life’s experiences are overwhelming him, and he is making decisions excactly like I would. This basically means that I am him. He chooses to conceptualize that as another consciousness invading his, because that is what his mind can handle.”

Turning to Elsa, “We made sure that whoever ended up in this situation would not turn against the court or the DA if this failed. Eventually, there may come a point where we become fully integrated together. Like (WoT spoilers)

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Rand althor and Lewis on the dragonmount  

When that happens, my loyalty will still remain to the court, and Mack will just have a little bit more say in what happens.”

[Queen Elsa Steelheart she/her]

On 03/05/2018 at 1:19 AM, MacThorstenson said:

“I’m not possessing him. It’s just that my life’s experiences are overwhelming him, and he is making decisions excactly like I would. This basically means that I am him. He chooses to conceptualize that as another consciousness invading his, because that is what his mind can handle.”

Turning to Elsa, “We made sure that whoever ended up in this situation would not turn against the court or the DA if this failed. Eventually, there may come a point where we become fully integrated together. Like (WoT spoilers)

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Rand althor and Lewis on the dragonmount  

When that happens, my loyalty will still remain to the court, and Mack will just have a little bit more say in what happens.”

"I see. Most fascinating."

[Blazenella he/him]

Septimus trudged up the hill towards the Newcago Court. He had been testing out his new Metal Attractor Inator Fabrial. It worked similar to an ironpull, the heavier the object the better chance you were pulled towards it. Unfortunately it didn't exactly follow these rules, as the Amethyst he had attached to it was enormous. He attempted to pull the door open, but found that it wouldn't budge. He aimed his fabrial at it instead, puling on the doorknob. Sadly, the majority of the door was ice, so when it flung open the door came undone flying at Septimus with a multitude of cutlery and a shardblade. Septimus leapt down and shut off the fabrial as he was assailed by various plates and spoons. He stood up sheepishly, and dusted himself off.

[Kidpen he/him]

Kalmar mouthed "push" at Septimus.

[MacThorstenson he/him]

Facepalming. Mac turns toward the door and begins to fix it. 

"Is there any way to change that to target only certain sizes of metal? so that we can avoid situations like that?"

[Blazenella he/him]

Septimus sighed, " It already does that, the issue was the size of the gem I fitted. It made it WAY too powerful. It targeted the doorknob, but the door came with it... I'll work on limiting the range."

[Blazenella he/him]

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Septimus breathed in stormlight, gathering the shards of ice from the door. He attempted to reassemble them, using Tension to shape them into the door. He ended up with a roughly door shaped lump. He replaced it where it once was. Hopefully the Queen wouldn't get to upset about this...

[Queen Elsa Steelheart she/her]

On 05/05/2018 at 1:45 AM, Blazenella said:

Septimus trudged up the hill towards the Newcago Court. He had been testing out his new Metal Attractor Inator Fabrial. It worked similar to an ironpull, the heavier the object the better chance you were pulled towards it. Unfortunately it didn't exactly follow these rules, as the Amethyst he had attached to it was enormous. He attempted to pull the door open, but found that it wouldn't budge. He aimed his fabrial at it instead, puling on the doorknob. Sadly, the majority of the door was ice, so when it flung open the door came undone flying at Septimus with a multitude of cutlery and a shardblade. Septimus leapt down and shut off the fabrial as he was assailed by various plates and spoons. He stood up sheepishly, and dusted himself off.

"Well, you could have knocked." Elsa said, watching the event unfold. 

[Archer he/him]

Without warning, a very confused, and very lost, deliveryman arrived at the Newcago Court. Scratching his head he looked around for someone to give him directions. 

Mace, who had been transporting yaks nearby, came over to help. "Can I help you?" he said, indicating his desire to help. 

"Yes," came the heavily accented reply, indicating a desire to receive the help which had been offered. "I've got a delivery of one medium sized party for a Ms. Elsà Steelért. Do you know her?" 

"Nope!" Mace replied. "But I'd happily take care of that delivery for you while you deal with that yak eating your hat." He nodded to the yak. The yak rolled its eyes, then shuffled over to poke at the man's hat. Mace used the distraction to steal the cardboard box holding the party and run off. 

He ran and ran, laughing like a seal that somehow learned to laugh hysterically. He was so busy laughing that he didn't even notice the small rock sitting in the middle of the path. In a display of irony, or maybe karma, he wasn't sure which, his foot hit the rock at full speed. He tripped, the box flying from his hands! It spun in the air, seeming to defy gravity as time sloooowed dooown... before smashing into the ground and unleashing an explosion of party decorations and loud music. 

"It's party time!" he yelled, summoning all the party enthusiasts in the area to come celebrate with him. 

[Voidus]

A steady stream of quiet, robed figures began to bring platters of cookies and other baked goods into the vicinity. A select few were set apart from the others and held the mark of the Dark Alleys non-Hemalurgic research division.

Soon after some of the more senior members of the Dark Alley arrived and began directing the acolytes, communicating with the locals and the Newcago court to efficiently set up the venue and catering.

[Ink he/him]

Elkanah had been around the cosmere, but this place was the strangest so far. People here had strange clothing and weapons, and the rythyms were more distant. The entire city was a metal, and Evelyn didnt seem to like it. He saw a few people he knew from the bar. The guy with the gun, for example. It sounded like there was a "queen" here. He would have to check that out. He had a plate of TUBA's cookies, and he was wearing Workform. Many would just think him a slave singer probabaly.

Edited July 18, 2018 by Inklingspren

[+ElephantEarwax he/him]

An elephant walks into the room, and puts a hole in the wall. He says to ignore him.

[+Ark1002]

A man in red armor arrives. He glows slightly, and is covered in different pieces of jewelry, made of the metal chromium. He drags behind him an entire chasmfiend, roasta and spiced to perfection. He had a windrunner lash it so it was almost weightless beforehand. He had an offering for the party now, but what else could he do? He was in a strange and unfamiliar land, it wasn't even the same universe. He wanted to make a good first impression with the ruler of this land, so he could return to learn more about the place. With luck (which he had lots of) he would.

[The Forgetful Archivist he/him]

5 seons float into the room one forms a head another and arm and so forth, soon the mayor stood before them comprised of gently glowing seons. "Sorry for the precautions but I will be joining you from an undisclosed location, now let's get this party started." Walking into the crowd TFA smiles broadly and heads off to look for someone to bother.

[Queen Elsa Steelheart she/her]

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A fanfare of trumpets echo across the walls of the icy room. The castle steward stands on a small ice block to announce the queen's arrival.

"Her Majesty, Queen Elsa of The Newcago Court!"

In a stylish and newly made ice dress (It helps if one has ice powers) Queen Elsa steps out in front of the new guests.

"Welcome, one and all to our humble and icy lands. I hope that this celebration will ensure good inter-clan relations."

 

[+Ark1002]

The food and drinks started flowing. Hellbent began to go around the party, eating, drinking, and talking. He cut the chasmfiend himself, using his spren to cut it. After a short period though, he left into the night. He wouldn't be seen again for days.

[Archer he/him]

I'm not as think as people drunk I am, thought Mace. As he drifted around the room, he casually tried to bump into as many people as he could. He'd been paid by a local pickpocket to acclimatize the party-goers to being jolted, that way when they got really- Mace suddenly stumbled to a stop. His eyes had caught a glimpse of a familiar figure strolling in through the side doors. Could it be them? After all this time? 

Hurriedly thrusting his drink into a random person's hand (a quick glance behind him told him it had actually been into the face of an annoyed looking seon. Oops) he dashed across the room. To his left, some fancy dressed lady made a grand entrance. Cool. When finally he arrived at the side foyer, he skidded to a stop. Adjusting his bowtie, he then snuck up behind Yzabet [ @I am Witless] and gave her a hearty slap on the back. "Yzabet! I didn't think that you would make it!" he exclaimed.

[I Am Witless she/her]

Yzabet turned, yipped, and gave Mace a rib-cracking hug.

 "Storms, Mace, it's been too long! I haven't seen any friends for months. How are you?"

Edited July 22, 2018 by I am Witless

[Archer he/him]

Mace's ribs, weakened from his fight with an angry poet earlier in the week, actually cracked. He drew on some of his stored health to heal them. 

"I'm... good," he replied, grimacing through his smile. "My condolences for the loss of your husband, by the way." 

Mace stared out over the ballroom floor. It was sliced with ice in some places, and snow was gently falling in others. It was a surreal sight for someone who had never seen falling snow before. 

"You know," he said. "I've waited long enough. It's time we had some fun. C'mon!" He took off, running for the staircase. As he went he grabbed a serving tray to use as a tobbagon on the ice-covered spiral staircase.