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Yep. He's pretty much going to have an incorporeal girlfriend.

Yes! It's Tia, an Aon and a person from the Reckonersverse! You're up curiosity.

Well I decided that Vondra was the teacher because he was in charge.

So the probably-canononical shipping of Timeport and Neverthere is illegal?

Thanks.

A WHOOC was promised, so a WHOOC was given.

For the millionth time that school year, Mr. Vondra wished he'd never become a kindergarten teacher. "Now, class," he said, trying and failing to get their attention. "What is the answer to this question?" He pointed his ruler at the whiteboard, where 2+2=? was written in black marker. No one paid attention. Freq was busy whistling in Edgar's ear, who kept trying to swat the little boy away. While he wasn't being annoyed, however, Edgar was poking Scribbles in the side, shouting "Gotcha!" whenever she squirmed. Finally fed up, Scribbles raised her hand. "Yes, Scribbles, can you answer the question?" Mr. Vondra invited her up to the whiteboard and handed her the marker. "Two plus two is...?" Scribbler held out the marker and started to write underneath the problem, but not the answer. Instead, she started to draw a fish out of a circle and a triangle, then make fish faces at the class. The entire class started to laugh, except for Daniel, whose frown deepened even more than usual. Mr. Vondra shook his head and grabbed the marker from Scribbles. "No, Scribbles, no drawing. How many times do I have to tell you that? What's the answer to the quest--" The recess bell cut him off. Mr. Vondra sighed--recess was always the worst. "I CALL THE SWINGSET!" Koschei screamed as he ran out the door. "YEAH THE SWINGSET'S OURS!" Reader called, following after Koshcei like a lost hound. Mr. Vondra sighed and left to watch the kids outside. Just in time, too, as Emma and Scribbles were working together to try to get wood chips down Daniel's shirt. Mr. Vondra stepped over to stop them... ...and grinned slightly when he saw the look on Daniel's face. It's just innocent fun, right? he thought, stepping back to his corner where he watched the children. Besides, Daniel could use a little loosening up. (To be continued....)

There is a thread for that: http://www.17thshard.com/forum/topic/24115-17th-shard-the-song-shake-it-off/ Though it's awesome.

POINT ME TO THIS DRAGON STORY PLEASE. I WILL BEQUEATH UNTO YOU ALL OF MY UPVOTES. PLEASE.

No No

It can be, and no. Hint: the part that is Reckoners is a person.

Yes and no.

Yes and no.

Yes. No. Remember, it also exists in the Reckonersverse, but not the Rithmatistverse.

This is a tough one...I'm going to have to say no.

Then no.

No. No No You mean, in real life or in Reckoners/Rithmatist? Not really...

Yes and no. It's not stick. Hint: The cosmere part of it is Selish.

New Reader post, in which Reader tells someone off who...actually deserves it

Reader was pretty sure the vein in Arsenal’s forehead exploded. "Now is not the time for your games, Reader!" A magically appearing belt squeezed itself around Reader's waist as Arsenal continued. "This city is up to its ears in strange Epics, and rather than doing your job you're standing here, acting like you have nothing better to do than draw the ire of every man, woman, and child in town!” I tried to do my job, Reader said, growling on the inside and keeping his smug face unchanged, and then I was kidnapped by pandas, punched in the nose, and pantsed. How would you feel about that Arsenal? "We treat you generously," Arsenal said through clenched teeth. "We afford you many liberties." Suddenly, a massive weight and chain formed around Reader’s wrist, forcing him to the ground. His jaw dropped in shock as Read Arsenal's plan. He frantically tried to lift his arm back up, but the ball was way too heavy. "The city affords you food, board, and luxuries. All it asks in return in return is a single simple service." Another manacle formed around his other wrist, forcing him to kneel down. He continued to try and fruitlessly get up while glaring into the old Epic’s face as Arsenal knelt down and looked him in the eyes. "You have forgotten your place, Reader," he hissed. "You missed your chance at rulership when Koschei fell. In this city, you are our hound." Reader’s jaw dropped as a new piece of Arsenal tech formed around him: A giant dog crate. A dog crate. Reader glared furiously at Arsenal and Read all that he could off of him. He could still see his whole body through the crate. You are not going to like this one buddy. Let’s see how you like the humiliation. "Respect and responsibility," Arsenal started to lecture. "Demonstrate these qualities, and this city will treat you with the same. Act with reckless foolishness and irresponsibility as this one has, however, and... and..." Reader’s lips curled up into a slight half-grin as Arsenal finally noticed his pink socks. “LOCKSER!” Scribbler said something snarky, but Reader didn’t pay attention. Instead, he waited until she was done, and as soon as she stopped talking he spoke. "Arsey, Arsey, Arsey," he whispered. "You've been breaking rules yourself, haven't you old friend? By the way, Scribbler, love the new nickname you and Edgey have given him." Reader paused as Arsenal's furious gaze fluctuated rapidly from him to Scribbler, then, when his eyebrow was sufficiently twitchy, he continued. "You have gone quite outside your bounds. You've broken the basic rule that our Lord and Commander Vondra has given to us. I can't help it; I can't turn my powers off. But you...” Reader looked down and shook his head. “You've taken every possible excuse you can to conjure up some new piece of technology.” He grabbed the bars of the crate and rattled them, pointing his gaze back at Arsenal. “Just now, you've created four pieces of unnecessary tech, and for what? To imprison me? To humiliate me?" Reader's anger-flushed face slowly calmed down as his voice returned to a whisper, barely able to be heard by Arsenal. "I've been humiliated today more than you can believe.” He raised his voice again so that the entire room full of loyal Epics and vanillas could hear him. “This is nothing. You're only humiliating yourself Arsey. What happens when I tell Vondra about your plans to start going against his will? You're breaking his rules and thinking of disobedience. You speak of order, yet you yourself are the biggest threat to breaking it." Reader raised his hands as high as he could in the cage and shook the chains that were shackled to his arm. "You have nothing on me Arsenal. You deserve imprisonment even more than I do."

Um, very tangentially, and also no. Yes.

"Non-living thing" yes and no. "Thing" well obviously yes.

Um...define "object"

Yes and no. No. No.

Much. 9.67/10. Cool quote, dark alley advertisement, obscure quote I've never heard of. 9.5/10