MacThorstenson

"And that will be 15 crysts, Thank you," "You are welcome," Mac left the bakery with his cookies, and sat down on a bench, enjoying the alley village. Suddenly he heard a scream a few blocks away, and saw a figure falling out of the sky, Huh, I wonder who tha- wait, is that TFA? What is going on? Using the one power, he grabbed his suit coat, with his weapons in it. He shoved the cookies in his mouth and put on his coat and bowler hat, and took off toward the chaos. Running there, he pulled out a pocket span-reed to his friends in the DAPD. He said the words as he wrote them. "The time has come, execute order 42 when you see my signal." If this was what he thought it was, he was going to need it done, and quick. The reply came quickly. "We will be ready." Mac continued to dash down the street until he could see the battle scene. Peeking around the corner, to avoid sight, he saw a glorious field of carnage and chaos. How could they do this? WITHOUT ME? He fingered his wand, and embraced the one power ready to fight, Quickly, he used weaves of wind to harden the air, in the shape of a few spears. Then summoning a gust of wind, he shot the spears toward the fire hydrants and water pipes that were around the edge of the battle field, as they were pierced, he dismissed the weave, letting them flood the battle field. Almost ready to enter into the battle field, he Made Fog from the water, covering the entire area with a thick mist. Nodding at his cover, he made a gateway into the middle of the battle field, its silver borders cutting through the rubble and debris scattered around. As he stepped through the Gateway, he made light radiate from himself. Burning away the fog, and blinding anyone who happened to be looking at him. He scanned the battlefield. Looking for one person. "Hello Rhazien." He released the rest of the weaves, and focused on creating a stream of balefire which he released at Rhazien.

how is TFA public enemy #1? What about potato?

Eyes widening, he realized that he had been spotted. He knew that if he spent more then a few seconds near the assassins, he was as good as dead. So without a word, he turned and sprinted down the hallway like a madman, throwing people out of the way, pulling bookshelves down from the wall to obstruct the path after him, anything to slow down his adversary and get him further away.

Malcolm Curled in the fetal position, his steward Banging in the door to his bunker. "My Lord! You have to come out soon, there is a ball tonight." "I have explained this to you multiple times. I can't trust anyone, you guys could all be assassins! If I go to the ball, I might as well be asking to be killed! 2 mistborn, dead! in less than a week! They are coming for us, all of us!" "Sir, you are being unreasonable, you already spent an large amount of your houses resources in buying this ridiculous bunker!" "Mark my words, this bunker will keep me alive!" Shaking his head sadly, his steward tried one last attempt to preserve the houses pride, "Everyone will talk about you at the ball! This will destroy alliances and destroy what pride we could have in our house if you spend the entire night hiding down here!" "They will laugh now, but when I outlive them all, they will mourn their lack of foresight!" The steward shakes his head, then nods to the soldiers standing by. They picked up the battering ram, to break down the first door. After the first crash of wood against wood, Malcolm sits up in a panic, They are trying to break in! I need to collapse the doorway! He begins to move toward the lever to collapse the entry hall. The bunker had been designed in layers, he could collapse the first entrance and fill it with over 10 tons of stone, and mover in deeper every time they tried to get in. Suddenly, with a crash, the soldiers broke through the door and sprinted toward Malcolm. "NOOOOOOOOOO! YOU WILL NOT TAKE ME!" He sprinted toward the lever, when he was lifted off his feet, and carried backward, out of his glorious bunker, screaming the entire time. Hours later, Malcolm walked out of a carriage, looking like people had to fight to put clothes on him. As he walked through the halls, he had one thought, to survive the night so that he could return to safety in his bunker.

Apparently it still does according to mraize. I was kicked out.

"Storms," Mac stared at Rhazien down at the end of the road. "Where did he get his power? He's already able to target specific people and manipulate specific emotions. Voidus, we should have spiked him earlier! He is able to bypass the interference of at least 3 different types of investiture, and be able to manipulate specific emotions after only 2 minutes of practice! This guy skilled."

I has cookies, also, I have no reason to.

Technically, there are no guilds within the alleyverse that I am a member of. The DA is outside of the alleyverse, and the craftsmen legally exist on a tax free island in the Caribbean.

Can I join? @Mraize I hereby declare, on oath, that I absolutely and entirely support and defend the Ghostbloods and its decrees against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; to forsake all other guilds and clans within the Alleyverse. That I will bear arms on behalf of the Ghostbloods when required by the Council; that I will gather all information, intelligence, and recruitment (when necessary) when required by the Council; that I will perform work of national importance under civilian direction when required by the Council; and that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; so help me Adonalsium. Mack

Mac sees septimus questioning, then dabs on him because he is hating on people.

Lets see, Rhazien has a plan, the something big is happening, so what should I do? Why are you asking me? You have control of my body. I wasn't, I was monolouging. It looks like something big is happening, I could definitely do something. At the very least I could publicly voice my disapproval. Glancing over, he saw a poster on the wall, advertising for a vacation on a beach in Nalthis. Or, I could go to the beach! Mac stands up, a new man, a determined man. Ready to go and do something important. Go on vacation. Uh, isn't there something about you having a limited number of vacation days as a member of the DA? The contracts don't matter unless you get caught. Plus I should have enough. I think. He walks toward the door, and nods goodbye to the waiter. As he walks out, he weaves himself a quick outfit using the One Power, a nice suit and bowler hat, and sees Voidus sitting in the middle of the road. Doing a quick calculation in his head to see if he actually can go on vacation, he realizes that he can't. Crap, I'm out of vacation days. Lamenting his lost vacation, he walks up to voidus, waiting.

Mac sat back in his chair watching Rhazien as he stood up and left, thinking about what he said. There was a storm coming. If only because someone with the power of Rhazien had the ability to cause a storm to come at will. If this was as bad as Rhazien was making it out to be, then they were screwed. So if this goes over well, I can have my mind Back? Shut up. I'm having an internal monologue, plus, the only reason why you think you have a body, is because you are a figment of our collective experiances. But if that were the case, couldn't you just ignore me and nothing would happen? Be quiet. The question is, what are we going to do. Voidus is on vacation in the Void, he wont be back for a while, at least another half day. What to do, what to do.

Here is the Bot I found. To my knowledge, voidus has not completed the bot. https://unbelievable.pizza/commands

I feel like we can conclude that Araris and snipexe are two members of the same house, and that they have vote manipulation on their side, for at least one member.

Why are you voting for Fifth? I'm wondering if its because he said something, or how he is trying to lynch shqueeves, or if you have a scan or some other information on him, or some other reason

*grumbles something about how TUBA is opposed to the science of hemalurgy*

Welcome to the shard! Here is an upvote and a freshly baked cookie as a welcome gift!

I think if voidus is going to develope this into his cookie bot, instead of making it so that each person has an account. You can creat accounts at will, and manage them that way.

If you wan't good role playing, the Cthaeh is certainly a way to go, however you might want to know what The Cthaeh is in the novels before making that decision. In the spoiler box is a description of the Cthaeh, Im not sure if it counts as spoilers, but It may, so tread carefully.

Sorry, the cycle is over in like 2 minutes. Malcolm won’t be doing any dancing tonight.

@Mraize, I’m not rend. I think that @ElephantEarwax is.

Walking up to Steel and Rend, Malcolm tried to socialize, "If other people are whispering about stuff, why don't we do the same?" He lowered his voice and whispered "Squids are better then octupi."