Assassin in Burgundy

Apologies if this is offensive at all. Why do valley girls only use odd numbers? Because they can't even.

You know you've read Elantris when you can recite the names of each of those Aons.

@Daniyah, it'd be cool if you also RP'd as your Returned from LG25, just so we'd have three characters from that running around.

Thanks! Yeah, that'd be fun. I've read the first one but will probably read the next few shortly. It was based off of LG25, for those who had no idea why I made myself a Returned.

Well. There was This news story about a bunch of creepy clown sightings everywhere. So it didn't take long for everyone at my middle school to be talking about how the clowns were going around stabbing people and kidnapping small children.

I'll tell Adolin you considered thinking about maybe even possibly insulting Dalinar's sanity.

Burganaa Valletii, the fifth of his name, Returned of Hallendren, now known as the Jackal, stood at the prison that would hold him for the rest of his life. He didn't know where the Healer had gone. That strange box had taken him here. What kind of Command had the Healer given the box? He was surprised he still had any Breath; even the God King would have trouble conjuring up that much to Awaken that device. He stepped out, gingerly, and made his way down the corridor. He passed a window, and was surprised to see a glaring red landscape that stretched on for miles. Roshar, maybe? But no. Thing's were spread around the landscape, massive cities surrounded by strange bubbles. He had followed the Healer to so many different planets with his other group of Worldhoppers (LG26) but had never seen anything like it. Just then, the door opened. A bored looking person walked through, then was immediately jerked awake by the sight of him standing there. "Greetings, human. I am Burganaa Valletii, the-" The human reached for something by his side and brought it up. It crackled with some strange force, a different type of Investiture he had ever encountered. "Well, that's a shame," he said. "Strangle things." A spare piece of cloth flew from his hand to the man's throat. It tightened, and he fell to the ground, gasping. Burganaa picked up the strange weapon. It reminded him of that abomination that fool Vasher carried, before he passed it on. He brought the weapon down to the man, and was pleased to see it cut through flesh and the ground beneath as easy as a Shardblade. However, he wanted no part in this. He would find the Healer, and he would return to his home. How's that?

Ok, thanks. Anyone have any tips on RPing? EDIT: I might RP with you, @Doctor12

Oh and to clarify something can people not lynch me just because I'm being quiet?

This was really fun! Thanks!

Awesome! I'll join as the jackal.

Ok, I think that I'll join Salem. Any last minute I should know about? I already know about the arena and all that. EDIT: I actually think I might join Corvallis due to the slight inactivity there.

Man walks over, man swims under, in time of war he burns asunder.

Sterling silver

Yeah, don't accept the cookies! Eat chouta! It doesn't matter that the person offering it is named after a psychopathic shape shifting mass murderer!

Sorry for not being on. How many charges are leveled against me right now? EDIT: Also, the reason I state quiet in LG25 was because that was my first game. I'll try and do more though, assuming I last this round. How much time is left until turnover?

Dibs on this rock

Chipotle

This... This I why I wake up every morning and immediately get on the Shard.

Here's the thing. We don't have very much in common as of now that I know of. I'm thinking of taking her to Starbucks later this week, though.