DrakeMarshall

Hi. I guess I’ll do my part: xinoehp512: Rogiv Elandera: Tahrie Field Snipexe: Snip A Joe in the Bush: Joseph Watson Rathmaskal: Notath Reat Droughtbringer: Matist Rist Devotary of Spontaneity: Slavista Norman I think I am here: Pete Gazon Lumgol: Logmul of Sdrawkcab MrakeDarshall: Drake Marshall Kidpen: Newt Scamander Shqueeves: Jeeves Removed Devotary.

No yes maybe. I chalk it up to limestone. The point is that I am now a perfectly safe penguin, and my colleague here is rapidly running out of limbs!

Are you sicilian?

Hi. Just checking in I guess. FYI I was told in my GM PM that there is not currently an upper limit to the number of players that can tie together at the end of the game. Food for thought. Anyways peace out. I'm not gonna overthink this one. Pls don't kill me.

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An anonymous game, anniversary game, and shard game that is also Seonid's last game? Put my name in the hat, please.

Really? You must introduce me to them sometime.

Please count me in.

"Tell him they're at--" CRACK "--stadium!" the driver of the car behind shouted before The door slid open. "Get in," the agent ordered grimly. Thank Calamity. Taya scrambled up into the Samba, slammed the door, and tried not to bleed too much on the seats. She tied her hoodie around the wound, tight enough to hurt; she didn't really know if that was the right thing to do but it worked in books and some of the TV shows she watched before Calamity. "Thank you," she exhaled, only partially succeeding to hold back a fit of coughing. "Never really saw eye-to-eye with the province of Alberta." She smiled tightly. Taya's heart was thundering in her head, the change was so abrupt. The bullet hole still hurt like hell, although shock was still doing a marvelous job of keeping Taya going. She let herself tremble a little in the wake of her near-failure, passing it off for the natural reaction in the wake of a near-death experience. She had a part to play. "Bulletproof car," she noted. "Who is it that saved me?" It took a moment for Blindside to parse Nicroburst's words. She flipped on her ability. It felt normal. It was at this point that she realized her powers lacked any built-in feedback or fault detection. She would be sure to file a bug report with Calamity. For now, Blindside was more concerned with remaining alive. Also, changing the subject. "So, um. Cake." Yep, DEFINITELY not an obvious change of subject. "Should we sit down somewhere for cake? I don't see any benches or whatever." She had a look around. "The abandoned stadium is probably fair game."

Granted. The Nightwatcher hands you a good quality mechanical pencil, and then steals one of your shoes to make it a fair trade. I wish for an interesting book to read, with preference given to reading materials that will not alter my current degree of sanity or lack thereof.

The horns blared. The agent almost looked bored. Come on. This isn't enough? The sparks more do you want me to do?? Bullets continued to rip through the air around Taya, pinning her behind cover. Kind of a waste of ammo, that. Taya was starting to not like the Circle very much. She could sympathize with pissing off the paragovernment (definitely traveled that road before), but leaving a stranger to die? Have the decency to fall for a perfectly good wounded gazelle gambit, dammit. Regrettably, retreat wasn't really an option. Either Taya caught his attention for real, or she gave up on her best hope to cure herself. She had an idea, but it wasn't necessarily a good one. This was gonna suck. This was really gonna suck. Best not think about it too much. Taya stood up, made one step forward, leaving cover behind her. It took a second to register. The bullet had passed through her kidney. The first instant of pain threatened to eclipse her thoughts. She was on the ground. She could see a look of shock cross the gunman's face, but it was quickly concealed. This had to look authentic. Even if getting shot wasn't remotely part of the plan. Jayce was gonna kill her for that, once the operation was done with. Taya grit her teeth and scrambled to her feet, taking shelter behind the car itself to absorb the storm of projectiles. Her arm covered the site of injury as if to defend it; pressing on it only made the pain worse. On the bright side, she would heal from it soon if things panned out. Welp. This had better work.

Lets be honest, the only reason Quietus is calling Red a tool because she is one Blindside followed Nathaniel or whatever his name was, not really paying that much attention. Interesting that the government didn't have epics. She wasn't sure if that meant she would automatically be higher up in the organization if she decided to join them, or if they would shut her out for being epic. Something to look into. "I'm Nicroburst. I'd shake your hand, but, well, you probably wouldn't appreciate it. This is the aforementioned perception Epic, who doesn't realize her power has stopped working." "Oh!" she exclaimed. He was an epic? Blindside cursed internally. "This is awkward. I guess I'll introduce myself. I'm Blindside. To be honest, I already forgot my fake name, so it's just as well." It was Stephany, her other self supplied. You're still there? "Ummm I think my powers still work," she added. Blindside stood there for a prolonged moment, searching for something to say. "Happy Birthday? Please don't threaten me again or I'll give you more than a headache." There was like, 4 other epics. Should she run? Wait and see. The sparking colorful epic that was dripping oily grossness everywhere was asking about his missing friend. He-- No, she-- No, they sounded concerned. Anybody who cared that much about their friends couldn't be too bad, right? "Sorry, but who are you three?" Quietus said he would raise the alarm once she entered the barracks, and so she did the deed all while standing outside. She had followed the rule to the letter. He threw his head back and laughed, his whole being wracked by mirth. "Well executed." The blood seeped through the cracks. Ten employees murdered. "That's enough for now." He kept moving, the expression sliding off his face. Don't care all that much about the details, anyway. "Here we are. Headquarters. I recommend you only ever enter through the front door." He made a beeline for Epoch, but was intercepted by Ashla. "There's been an attack. One of the barracks--" "Yeah, heard about that. Guess I was too slow to prevent the epic from causing some collateral damage. Simply tragic." He smiled disingenuously, flashing his best cross-me-and-i-will-paint-the-walls-and-ceilings-with-your-blood-three-times-over look. "She'll be disciplined of course." Ashla narrowed her eyes, but remained silent. She knew she was powerless. The act was calculated, with enough leeway that Epoch wouldn't take her side if she petitioned to him over this. Epoch was careful about how he picked his battles. Satisfied, Quietus shouldered her aside, approaching Epoch. He was dressed elegantly, and lounged on a plush brown armchair. He lacked the solidness some epics had, his frame relatively short and slender, his face marked by lines of premature age brought on by overuse of his powers. Nonetheless, Quietus knew from experience that Epoch was stronger than he looked, in every sense of the word. "I see you've mopped up the border situation." Epoch looked over Red, raising an eyebrow. "My meeting will happen at eight tonight. Before then, I have a prisoner for you to deal with." Epoch handed Quietus a file. An epic by the name of Jacklyn. He leafed through the mugshots. "I'd be happy to 'deal with' her, if you know what I mean." "That won't be necessary," Epoch said, annoyance creeping into his voice. "You can hurt her a little; nothing permanent. Just verify that she doesn't mean any harm." "Of course."

Granted. The nightwatcher takes your wish to be disciplined literally and inflicts you with severe pain every time you fail at something you wanted to accomplish. I wish for a slice of hawaiian pizza.

Not that I particularly have the time to actually write this. But I had an idea for a character that might fit in as part of this RP, while I was taking my dog for a walk.

"Quietus, we need to talk." Epoch looked impatient. He usually did, which was darkly amusing, considering his power. Calamity had a good sense of humor. "Yes?" "The grocery store." "What? I have no idea what you're talking about." "The grocery store down the street. I can hear the screaming all the way over here." "Screaming does not always mean I had something to do with it." "Plus, I can see what you did to them." "I'm sure there are lots of epics that would tie civilians up with their own tendons." "...and the store just exploded." "That sounds like a you problem." Epoch glared at him. "Why?" "Some jerk took the last box of coco puffs." "What?" "It was a vile act of rebellion against our rule." "If you keep on doing this, there will be consequences." "See, that's what I told them."

"A few things," his new epic purred, sending tendrils of blood to unlock her cuffs with a click. Quietus smiled. It confirmed the prospect that she was stronger than she looked. She hadn't genuinely been defeated by a handful of ERA mooks. "Some boring. Tracking and empathy aren't much." Translation: I haven't properly cultivated those abilities. "Others?" She bowed in front of him, her jacket slipping off to expose her bare skin. The scars didn't subtract very much from her appeal. Blood lanced out from her back, and yet more blood gathered along her skin, coalescing in two long feelers. They unfurled and stretched out behind her back like two extra limbs, which made an approximation of jazz hands. "Biokinesis," Quietus observed. "Charming. I can work with this." He began walking, motioning for her to follow without waiting for her to keep up. The enforcers would clean up the aftermath; lets be honest, it was all they were good for. "In the future, if I see fit to restrain you, you will not free yourself without permission. The same does not extend to any other members of this organization, of which you are not a part of. You are my tool. As with any tool, I must learn the ins and outs, so to speak." He paused. "When we finish testing your ability, I will hurt you. It's important to establish our relationship. It will also give me a clearer picture of your strengths and weaknesses. Ideally, I would do all of this more... Comprehensively. As it is, we are going to do some of it on the job. There's a meeting I would like you to attend." He converged on a squat grey building, in better repair than most. "This barracks bunks ten enforcers. Kill them. To keep things interesting, I will raise the alarm five seconds after you enter the building." "Now, that's hardly fair. You're blowing this grossly out of proportion. I didn't attack your headquarters. Er, well, I guess I sort of did, but it was an accident, I swear." Guns cocked in response. Five uniformed Alberta police glared her down. "Are you sure we can't talk about it? Maybe over a box of donuts?" A warning shot broke the silence, devestating a perfectly good spot of pavement a few inches in front of Taya's right foot. "Phooey," she retorted. She ducked behind a sturdy(ish?) looking corner of appartment, avoiding a salvo of bullets. This time, they were actually positioned to kill her. Somebody threw a sparking grenade near the bend. These guys weren't messing around. Probably 'cause she was supposedly an epic. In the interests of not exploding, she risked exposing her leg to boot the grenade down the street. It was still uncomfortably loud. She really hoped that storefront hadn't belonged to anyone. "Any time now..." Gunshots continued to rip sporadically through the air, and Taya could hear voices and heavy footfalls converging on her retreat. A red Volkswagon bus appeared up the street. She expected that. What she didn't expect was the two cars that were tailing it.

Do you accept secondhand souls?

I would also probably play the Drakeface game

Granted. A bunch of people stand up and say nice things about you, one after the other... ...because it's your funeral. Whoops. I wish for the ability to be careful what I wish for.

A shardblade can also cut humans that aren’t baseline. For example, Returned and nahel spren are both splinters of a shard, and so probably have a comparable amount of investiture. But Returned are very probably not immune to shardblades. I doubt even the Lord Ruler or Susebron enjoy the total immunity that a shardblade has to other shardblades cutting it. Both of them are very probably more invested than a shardblade by a couple orders of magnitude. It seems necessary that there are other factors in play. I don’t think you can use a shardblade’s cutting power to predict investiture interference. Edit: For that matter, it seems at least plausible that you could use an essence mark on a Returned.

Correct. This is why all but the most powerful allomancy doesn’t work on metalminds... Or on humans, and any metal inside of humans, because humans are also invested. But forgery works on humans. I think it is not quite as restricted as allomancy in that regard.

Remember how in Emperor's Soul, a braindead person's mind was recreated using an essence mark? Dead shardblades are basically braindead spren (recall how Pattern said spren don't truly die, they just sort of break). It seems probable that you could temporarily resurrect a "dead" shardblade with an essence mark, provided you knew enough about the blade's history to make a forgery. There's most likely an easier way to revive a dead shardblade (I give it 50/50 odds that Adolin resurrects his blade at some point in the books), but, the idea is kind of interesting. Restoring an ancient and damaged thing seems like exactly the kind of thing forgery was made for.

I agree that basically any fusion of near-diametrically opposed shards could aptly be called "Harmony" Although, I don't think you can necessarily create the exact same shardic intent from different combined shards. I figure that no single shard's intent can be expressed as a combination of the other 15 shards' intents. This suggests that the 16 basic shard intents are linearly independent, which suggests that every single possible combination of shardic intents is unique.

"Taya?" It was Jayce on the line. 90% sure. "Hiya. What's up?" "I heard about the government incident." "Oh. That." "What happened?" "I slightly did not reconcile the Shield to the government. They weren't so much interested in talking. Can't imagine why." "I noticed. Government people are still laboring to get rid of the feathers you left behind," Jayce sighed. "We're sending one of ours to quietly remove them. Keep in mind that the whole situation is somewhat sensitive... Can I still count on you to pull this off?" "Probably. See, I'm still alive and whatnot. And I still have a plan." "Do you?" "Most of a plan," Taya amended. "There may be a sprinkling of pieces to metaphorically stitch together, or wrinkles to metaphorically iron out. But, it would hardly be fair if things continued to go wrong, now, would it? Thanks for dealing with the feathers, by the way." "I see." There was a long pause before she spoke again. "Is there anything we can do to assist you?" "Well, now that you mention it. Yeah. There's a thing you could do." Probably-not-actually-Nathaniel grinned at her. "Any questions?" "Calamity," Blindside thought out loud, walking in step behind him. "That's one oddball city, even for epics." The provincial government, the drug kingpin, or the barrier epic. One of these would have to do. "So what's the deal with the old government? How do they fit into things? Are they epics or what?" Asking casual and innocent-sounding questions had never been her forte. Oh well. I still need to find these people. Before the big meeting thingy. "Yo, has anybody seen anything weird lately?" Unconsciously, some of the passerby looked warily back over their shoulders. Towards... A donut shop. The door was blown clean off of its hinges. The smell of fresh baked goods wafted from within in the form of visible lines suspended in the air. "Well, that could have been more difficult." From what little Taya knew of her mark, it was actually a legitimate lead. Funny how that worked.

My apologies to Renarin and Gavilar. Aesudan can't seem to keep herself from nomming Unmade when the opportunity presents itself. And well done, GMs. This was definitely an interesting setup.