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    I guess this calls for
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    Okay, Stick, how does that incriminate me? Oh, he's getting a neutral read, which is what an Elim is trying for, so he must be an Elim! And, he's being passive! He must be an Elim! Once the game is getting along, I try to put more thought into my votes, because there is more information available. I will say that if my analysis has been lacking, I have been busy last week with exams, but I've juggled it with the game. If I feel like neither of the sides given are plausible, or if I am not suspicious of them, I won't vote. I was really only getting that tuition reduction for the start, because I thought that acquiring an amount of good money to start and last me through was a good thing. I didn't play the original game, so I had to warm up to the game mechanics. Stick, that is quite accusatory of you. I congratulate you on gathering all of my posts together, because that is a thing I don't do, but I reject your statement of my evilness. I firmly believe I am Village. You are trying to target me because of my high elevation, because I am a threat to your Elim friends. And you are trying to get the Village to do your dirty work for you. I won't stand for that.
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    Or whomst'd've.
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    Well, I hope you find a purpose to occupy yourself. You don't have to get on the Shard, we won't make you, but know that we care about you here.
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    I am concerned. *hug*
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    I'm going to be camping tonight, so I won't be around for rollover.
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    Noremac deposited the mountain of books on the counter and stepped back. He let out a whoosh of air and rubbed his hands on the front of his pants. It was good to be done! Knowing that every day might very well be your last gives one's soul motivation, doesn't it? As of last night, every last overdue Physicks assignment, essay, report, survey, chart, meme, was complete. And it felt wonderful. Noremac walked out of the building in glee. It was a beautiful day, a perfect ratio of clouds to blue sky, and it was that time of day when the sun was bright and warm, but not unbearable. Yet despite the gorgeous weather, barely anyone roamed the grounds. Noremac glanced around, and saw something that pierced his happy haze. "Skindancers are among us! Aodhan is the first, who are the rest?" The note had been tacked to a tree. Noremac tore it off and read through it again. So the rumors are confirmed? Now the fourth term, and the quiet whisperings of Fae returned have been revealed as truth. He remembered now, the tremendous gusts that lifted the student into the sky and out of sight. He knew that no weather pattern could have done what had happened then. He looked down at the note again. But who had posted this, he thought? Fear is spreading through the University like a plague, a plague of terror. Noremac crumbled the note in his fist. He wasn't going to catch this disease.
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    Cluny, that seems a lot like click bait... VOTE ON ME AND LEARN THIS ONE TRICK SKINDANCERS HATE! THE RESULT WILL AMAZE YOU!
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    Welcome to the Shard! Hmmm, normally a radiant would win, and the Lord Ruler is way too OP. Don't eat the cookies.
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    @Drake Marshall, I am just assuming that by now, Aonar has more than just one name. He's been elevated at least once, right? And don't names become more powerful with other names?
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    Dang. Wilson's gone too? She was on the streets, but that is another strong player for the village gone. Aonar got expelled. It would have been better if he had gotten lashed, because that gives a role block. With all of his names, I don't think anyone without extensive protection is safe, maybe not even then. Can Wind or any other name remove items? Silver, welcome back! Two breakouts? I thought they were rare. And Eol survived an attack? Given no one else went insane, I bet it was the sabotage.
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    Could I spectate?
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    Structure Purist, Ingredient Rebel.
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    So Aonar has confessed! Looks like you were right, PK. However, he does get points for RP, because that's what I care about. Aonar, Aonar "Neener, neener"
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    I really should be studying, but Noremac needs studying too... Paper, it seems, is really quite good at blocking sound. At least in large quantities. For Noremac was surrounded by it. On one hand were stacks of textbooks, piled so high that he couldn't see over them. On the other were piles of documents, notes and copies he had acquired. They covered his desk. To be honest, it wasn't even his desk. He had snagged it from somewhere (that will not be disclosed at this time), and dragged it into his room, where he had been trapped, quite literally, for the past two days. Now, a detailed diagram of the pelvic girdle and femur was open on the desk, accompanied by a report from a Medica surgeon and a stack of note cards. Noremac hunched over it, squinting to read every tiny note scribbled onto the brittle paper. He was very behind on work, and not even Telar was around to lend him a hand. He was way in over his head. He jotted down a note on a card. By reflex, he grabbed another, and shifted the used one away. He scribbled another note. He reached for a new card. And froze. Noremac stared down at his outstretched hand, seemingly from outside his body. He became painfully aware of the awful state of the room beyond the ring of paper. There were bags under his eyes, the cheeks sunken, and suddenly was aware he hadn't eaten for 48 hours. In this moment of enlightenment, his consciousness was whisked out the window, where to his astonishment, some sort of riot was occurring. Enraged students surrounded a concerned few, while others watched from the sidelines. It must be very loud. How had he- the paper. It was quite a sound barrier. And then he was sucked back into his body. He jerked forward, scattering his notes and causing a few textbooks to tumble to the floor. He cringed. Hopefully they weren't too damaged. But he had to get out. He stood up abruptly, skittering his chair back to the wall. He stepped over a discarded sock to the window, and leaned out. Sure enough, the crowd was there. He had to go, had to see. Had to leave this prison. It was time for action. So you think Aonar is a Skindancer, PK? Now, your argument is possible, given someone got enough into Archives to get Fae Lore or Omens. Aonar claims it was Anker's, and you have yet to give further explanation on your claim, from this mysterious Contact you have. I'm sure your Contact will lie low, given the ruckus this has stirred up. I'll take a further look into this later, but as I said earlier, studying.
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    And if Harmony gave them telepathy via their spikes? Mind-linked super powerful warrior brothers.
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    By this logic, it could be yourself, Arinian, or Straw. Given the interesting events last cycle concerning Arinian, if your hunch is correct, I would think it most likely that Arinian is a skindancer. But let's see what @Arinian thinks.
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    It was quieter. Noremac couldn't quite place it, but there was a looming presence over the University. It was like it was holding its breath, waiting. Or maybe grieving. Whatever it was, the mood matched the weather. Dull stratus blocked out the sky, a blank gray sheet that spanned horizon to horizon. The humidity was high, and he felt a storm was coming. A flat breeze rolled over the green. The rumor was that three students had been expelled yesterday. Three! What's more, a student had been found dead in his room, his corpse oddly construed on the floor. Noremac had inquired further, but he could not get a name. However, he no longer saw Telar around in the library anymore. Noremac walked briskly to his next class, which happened to be Physicks. He glanced up at the sky. The clouds had seemingly grown darker. The wind picked up, scattering leaves across the ground. Suddenly, he spun around. Were those footsteps? His eyes jumped back and forth, but he saw no one. He sighed, nervously relieved. It must be the weather getting to him. He continued on his way, stepping lightly now. His eyes flicked back and forth at every noise. When he got to the building entrance, he quickly opened it, slipped inside, and slammed the door behind him, gasping. The door echoed down the hall. Nervously, he glanced out the window. No one, just the leaves on the wind. He chuckled, but it sounded more like a whimper. He shouldn't be listening of all this talk of death and skindancers. He shuddered. Nope, it is nothing. Nothing at all. Just go to class. He gulped, gave himself a shake, and walked to Physicks.
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    Well, I've been busy today, so I haven't been able to post very much. I think I'll put in some RP soon, though.
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    You can do it! Have the luck of Mat Cauthon.
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    Noremac's head shot up. He blinked several times and glanced around through groggy eyes. "Hello? Who's there?" He called out. Then he turned to his side. There was another student, who was looking at him with a mixture of confusion and concern. Noremac quickly straightened himself, hastily fixed his hair, and nodded courteously his fellow student. "Oh hello, it is quite nice to meet you. I'm Noremac, by the way. Noremac Quwester. Is that Physicks? What a coincidence! I'm working on the same thing. Perhaps, maybe, would could help each other out?"
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    And speaking on the Arin PM Scandal, didn't we just talk about PM safety and the possibility of being spied on earlier? Sounds sketchy that Arin wants a PM... Arinian Noremac walked into the library. It was a massive hall, brimming with books. It was saturated with the smell of old paper and the air was thick with dust blown off ancient tomes. The bookshelves towered up at least three times Noremac's height, and the grand domed ceiling was taller than that. He froze in awe at the wealth of knowledge around him. The number of words in this building must be infinite! However, Noremac wasn't here to gape at the bookshelves. His exceeding number of absences in Physicks loaded a mountain of work on him, so here he was, in the library, to finish it all. He trudged over to a table, pulled out the chair, and sat down. With a heave, he dumped his bag on the table. Paper flooded out of it, quickly replacing the brown of the table with paper white. He groaned. This was going to take ages. He took out a pen and pressed it to the paper and began to write... an indeterminable amount of time later... Noremac's eyes shot open, his cheek pressed against the table. His hand still gripped the pen; it quivered in his death-grip. The library was dark. A single candle illuminated the table with a feeble glow. The stack of papers had been roughly divided into two piles, one nearly black with ink scribbles, and the other pale and blank. Noremac peeled the paper off his face and looked at it. His cheek had smeared the ink. He sighed, and crumpled the paper and tossed it aside. He drew a new one from the stack. The human body has 206 bones at maturity. At birth, a human has 270. As a person ages, some bones fuse together, and the cartilage is replaced with hard bone. The bones reach maximum bone density around age 30.... Noremac's hand slipped as he began to doze off. He jerked awake, and quickly fixed his mistake. Osteoporosis is a condition in which the bones become brittle and weak due to a loss of tissue, usually caused by.... He began to nod off again. He vigorously shook his head and began to write more. The hours ticked by, each minute bringing Noremac's weary eyes closer to the page, until, at last he face-planted into the table and drifted to sleep.
  23. Hemalurgic Headshot
    Welcome to the Shard! Nice to meet you. Some tips: you can put all of that information in your profile. You can also set a profile picture, a signature, a rank (appears under your name), and other things! Don't eat the cookies.
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    Elantris/The Emperor’s Soul crossover: Everybody’s performing ChayShan
    I'll make full lyrics later.
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    Yes. The Void-- history is lost. No one knows, we started with a blank slate and made a masterpiece. Why look to what is not there? Let us look to our glorious future.
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