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    Elantris/The Emperor’s Soul crossover: Everybody’s performing ChayShan
    Everybody's performing ChayShan... How about EVERYONE WAS CHAYSHAN FIGHTIN'!!!! THOSE MOVES WERE FAST AS LIGHTNIN' THE DAHKOR THOUGHT IT FRIGHT'NING SHUDEN FOUGHT WITH EXPERT TIMING!
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    I wake up, and the thread has exploded. Steph or Burnt? I've read through the posts and find Wilson's analysis quite interesting. A gram, due to its passable ability, would be most useful among the Skindancers, however, it would take a Noble to purchase one. Bodyguards, on the other hand, are cheaper, cannot be passed around, and give more protection to sabotage than to kills. Wilson, quite the master of analysis. But now Burnt has replied, and admitted buying the gram. I'm inclined to believe her innocent from her defense, but it could be flipped on her as something the Skindancers would do as well. It comes down to trial and error, hopefully less error. Steph
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    Noremac's eyes snapped open. A glance around confirmed the worst: it had been a lot longer than five minutes. The orange light of evening flooded the green. Had no one thought to wake him? Perhaps Professor Gaeldin forgot about him. Noremac nodded. Yes, he forgot. I hope, he thought. Noremac shifted up to a sitting position. As he did, a hard object knocked him on the head. "Ow!" He yelped, flinging an arm to his head. He looked frantically around, but there was no assailant. He rubbed the wound, grimacing. Then he noticed something on the ground beside him. His eyes widened. It was a pear. "No! Not again! I am TIRED with all of the fruity business, and this does it!" Noremac scooped up the pear and flung it as hard as he could. The green fruit flew into the sky. Immediately after it left his fingers, Noremac dreaded his decision. The fruit was going to come down, and it would probably hurt where it landed. He followed the arc of the green speck, watched it plummet over a building and thud on the other side, obscured from view. He listened, straining for the sounds of screaming or the crumpling of an unconscious body to the ground. His ears heard none. Noremac glanced around warily, if anyone was watching, then wandered on his way, whistling mildly. Nothing to see here...
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    Noremac held the forceps carefully. Today, the Physicks classes were dissecting organs. He prodded the kidney on the tray in front of him. It stank of preservatives. Noremac gagged and held his nose as he sliced in with a knife. Around him, other students prodded various organs, intestines, hearts, stomachs. The stench was unbearable, and his eyes watered. Why had he signed up for Physicks? Surely, it was the worst decision of his life. He glanced at the window, which was shuttered closed. If only he could see the sky... what were the clouds like? He needed some fresh air... yes. Noremac raised his hand. "Professor? I am not feeling very well. May I step out?" The professor weaved among the students to Noremac. He squinted at the kidney, only barely sliced. "Weak of stomach, eh? Fine, you may have a break, but be back in five minutes!" Noremac nodded vigorously and dashed towards the door. The door shut noisily behind him, the sound echoing down the corridor. Noremac took a deep breath. Good air. He sighed and relaxed, strolling towards the exit. He smiled as the afternoon sun touched his cheeks. Only a few cirrus graced the sky today, and a pleasant breeze blew through the trees. Noremac walked to one and sat against its trunk. The rushing of the leaves filled his ears, and he drifted asleep. @OrlokTsubodai, I read your suspicions of Steph. I thought about it, and it sounds reasonable. Steph and DA.
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    I am not, so Drake's vote will be... unfortunate.
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    @BrightnessRadiant, think C1 like a puzzle piece. You can't judge what the picture is by just one piece. Only after you have gathered multiple pieces and put them together can you truly understand the picture. C1 should not be taken seriously on its own. Its a pity that DA is leaving us. Best of luck, mate. Well, because I haven't been able to flip through the thread very much, school only leaves me with a few hours to be active, I don't have a major suspicion. I could always complain on Drake, as retaliation, but what would that do? Mage is in the back of my mind, as a possibility, but I'm not sure yet.
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    I just finished Brian McClellan's Powder Mage Trilogy, and I loved it! I fully recommend it to everyone, I don't care.
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    Noremac gazed out the window of his Meteorology class. The clouds were especially puffy today, bright patches of cumulus. The professor... Gilldey? droned on and on about humidity and barometric pressure as he rapped a stick on the board. Noremac turned again to the sky. The sun was nice and warm on his face. Nice and warm... Shwappp! Noremac jolted awake at the sound of Professor Gilldey's stick smacking his desk. The class snickered as Noremac's face reddened. The professor did not look pleased. Now Noremac stood at the front of the class as he recited to everyone exactly what clouds were present in the sky today, the approximate wind speed, and the temperature. Professor Gilldey stood in the back, glancing out the window occasionally to check if Noremac was correct. He was only two degrees off on the temperature, and did not give the direction of the breeze, but Professor deemed it worthy, so he escaped with his life. Luckily.
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    Noremac was yet again walking to a class, Advanced Meteorology to be precise, when he tripped. He was flung forward, the books flying from his hands and the contents of his bag scattering on the ground. He pushed himself up and looked around, bewildered, at the mess surrounding him. Slowly, he gathered his books and pens and tucked them into his bag, carefully organizing each one to maximize storage capacity. He tucked the last book into his bag and checked the ground for anything he might have missed. He froze. A banana sat on the ground, the tip embedded in the grass, pointing straight up. Noremac had never seen the banana before, ever. This banana was perfect, such a pleasant yellow, with absolutely no blemishes on its peel. Surely it hadn't come from his bag? A fruit in such condition could never have fallen from his stuffed bag. He stared at the poised banana, a silent dread growing in his throat. How... how had it gotten there? He clutched his head. Surely... he wasn't going insane, was he? No. No! This was just a cruel joke, to get at him because of the "Flaming Banana Incident". Well, he wasn't going to fall for it. Noremac stood and mustering his resolve, punted the banana across the green. The yellow crescent spun through the air and out of sight. Satisfied, Noremac walked off to Meteorology, a bit faster now that he realized he was late.
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    Group hug?
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    Great game everyone! Had a lot of fun playing with you all.
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    @queensteph It was just a random vote to get tuition reductions. Now, you might say, "HH's a noble, he don't need no cash!" But I say, "the more money, the merrier!" It really wasn't a malicious action.
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    My vote on Mage or Ornstein?
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    Oh, sorry. I didn't see that Mage had already procured a vote. Must've missed that when I was skimming through the thread. A Noble, you say? Ornstein per chance?
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    I'll be getting a tuition reduction out of Mage, because if he's already been to the Horns, why not again? But seriously, don't take this seriously. This is C1, in which we have very little information, except what often misleading scraps we glean from the slightest fluctuation in grammar.
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    Medicus stumbled away, shaking his head and glowering at Noremac. Noremac raised an eyebrow, but Medicus was oblivious to the silent inquiry. Noremac shrugged and continued on his way.
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    I am still not the Inquisitor. That hasn't changed.
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    Are there extra points for rhymes?
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    Woo boy, I probably should have anticipated the complexity of this game before I joined. But I still would have Noremac sped off to his next class. The Chancellor's words repeated themselves in his head. Skindancers among us. Meaning of life. Skindancers. Life. What is the meaning of life? Master Drought is dead. Skindancers. The words repeated with each step, the rhythm of his footsteps driving on the internal mantra. Step; Life. Step; Skindancers. Step; Dead. Step; ... His bag, stuffed nearly to breaking with books, notepads, an apple, and a map of the University (because it is easy to get lost, alright?). Above him, the clouds were brilliant. Towering pillars of white that drifted across a blue canvas. Each column of magnificence was bounded by an escort of wispy cirrus. Just beautiful clouds today. Noremac gazed at them. Then, with a jolt, realized that he must be going, or he would be late! And he hated being late.
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    Well, my fate is certain. No one has given another name to bandwagon, just myself. I am a Villager, have been, and at this point, will always be. Wilson, you are correct I won't give the Elims a Spike to use, but why still kill me? Wouldn't it be wiser to try to hunt down the remaining Elims? This bandwagon is killing discussion, not only me.
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    I was played... Dang it. Good game, everyone! Technically, I survived to the end of the game, which is a first!
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    Hmmm. Well, I'm not an Eliminator. You can find out yourself if you want and find out what I say is true.
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    Hmmm. We will see who is right soon. Just so you know, I did not flip a coin.
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    I can claim Regular again.
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    Welcome to the Shard! Do not eat the cookies. Thank you.
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