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He smiled, not seeming to pay attention to Azriel. "Me and Ax went on a date. It was nice- there was music, and then we spent all day at my place. How was your day?" He grinned, intentionally ignoring her spren. He was good at pretending that the spren- what he had nicknamed 'dead people'- weren't real, especially since he didn't believe they were real. He was convinced he was schizophrenic or something.
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So... is this really dead? Fully and truly? If it is, @Voidus, would you mind sharing the rating system you used to calculate damage for weapons and skill/level progression and all that that you used for this thing? It would be amazing to try and use it for a story or a game similar to this...
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Probably you. She'd just defer to him the entire time and accept it happily. She's... very obedient to superiors. Mostly ignores underlings.
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He shrugged, nodding and sitting in a way that let him pretend to stare at the TV screen while actually staring at and listening to Niscroc, wondering why this hallucination was freaking out. The other things his mental issues conjured usually just Floated around or talked about meaningless things that didn't make any sense, like 'void bringers'. He hummed, curious.
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Jason stared after him, blinking. "I wonder if he knew I was joking..." He hummed, then turned, he smiled, about to speak when he realized there was a movie. "Oh, what are we watching?" He grinned, glancing around the room at all the new people again.
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He waved, smiling. He'd ask later. "What are you guys up too? Oh! New people! Hello! You... actually, heaven help you with this group. They are weird as all get out. I mean, I snuck into the basement once and I found so many weapons... I'm half convinced they're a group of highly trained assassins!" He looked deadly serious, but he was whispering comically loudly and directly at them. If he wasn't joking, he'd need serious mental help.
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He grinned. This was his language. "Forsooth, my fine fellow- pray tell, what tragedy hath befallen us, and from whence doth thine enemy come? Rise, let us charge and defeat the fell beasts before they dare storm this keep!" He laughed, grinning even more now as he switched to his regular, less theatrical voice. "What's with the serious talk my friend? You sound awesome." @Sherlock Holmes
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Jason walked into the house, smiling at Ax. They'd gone to a concert earlier in the morning and just hung out at his apartment the rest of the day. He felt happy, and then was assaulted by the confusing scene he found in the living room. "Hi... guys... Are you okay? You look kind of freaked out..." If he'd known about magic, that would make all this much easier. He didn't, though, which would cause a bit of a struggle in this situation.
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I guess if she were sent later, it would make a bit more sense. Just canonically, she wasn't there in the first group.
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Okay, thank you!
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1. What do you mean by new member? And that both are 'true cosmere'? 2. Wasn't planning on romance this time- friendly flirting if I'm pushed, but I don't think Mira can really get those emotions about a non-spren... maybe no one.
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Hmm... Any kind of spren? Are there even different kinds of Voidspren? I mean, I suppose corrupted spren might also be a possibility... If someone were to agree, could we form a VoidKnight or something? Just a thought I had... for now, I'm excited. Thank you!
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How does being a spren function in this new world?
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This is beautiful... It's like we've gotten a glimpse of the future end of the universe- a blackness slowly spreading from the center as mass grows too little to support itself in an ever-expanding universe. Or like a picture of a flower- a beautiful, unique snapshot of just how amazing the universe can be.
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I think he said the original knights radiant... I could be wrong, but I don't see why he'd reference the voidbringers in the middle of a fight where he was using his radiant powers to kill, and where he lamented the killing. I think he also said they were far better containers, not perfect ones. Unless I'm very mistaken...
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We know that dragons exist in the Cosmere, but what kind? I don't know if this was discussed already, but I'm curious. What kind of dragon would exist in the Cosmere? I mean, would they rely on spren or something similar, or do they have innate investiture? Also, why haven't they spread/been created like humans have? The template already existed, why not use it again? Additionally, why were dragons not included in the original shattering of Adonalsium? I highly doubt the dragons that we'll see will be the stereotypical fantasy dragons, so What do you think they will look like? I'm curious, and I can't wait to hear what you guys have to say. Hopefully I haven't asked the same questions that have already been answered before elsewhere. Thanks for listening, and I hope this provides some interesting discussions. Cheers!
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He sighed, then smiled faintly. "I'm planning on it. I'll need you there so I don't cry, but... I'll do it. Thanks for being so comforting." He hugged Dan, breathing more easily as he cried gently into his shoulder.
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He nodded, sighing. "I'll be fine... this'll help! I just need to get it all out on canvas... then I'll be able to..." He hesitated. He could never get over it. "I'll be able to feel at peace." Hopefully.
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He bit his lip, nodding. "Alright.I can bring Dan with me? We usually eat together." He managed a faint smile, though it was all he could do. Thinking about Dan helped him forget about how much pain and sorrow he still felt after seeing... that... He didn't think he'd ever get over seeing a child's corpse in front of him.
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Shae nodded. "Of course... I'd like that. In the cafeteria at noon tomorrow?"
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Shae blinked, his expression falling. "I..." He looked down, then back up at him. "One painting won't be enough. I'll make you five... what are you willing to pay for that?" He looked at him, knowing he needed to do it, even if... even if it really was something he'd rather forget...
