Walin

The post should be up in half an hour, barring any technical issues. Er, now in half an hour. ...Sorry for getting you to believe I am prompt when I say I'll be. I will finish this in some manner of time, but before the next day arrives, probably. Ok, I'm finishing this tomorrow. Part 11 Waking up, Wilsoon tasted something on the air. It smelled like smoke. Huh, the cooks must have burnt something. I thought they didn't roast anything during breakfast hours...oh. RUSTS. He jumped out of bed, pulled open his door, and ran out onto the deck to see sailors frantically trying to put out a fire. It seemed that someone had been experimenting, trying to get Allomantic primer cubes to work with Feruchemy. They used brass, and it had overheated instantly. Why on rusting Scadrial would someone ever do something that foolhardy? Just use steel, or something. Seems like either some kind of freak accident, or someone really didn't know what they were doing. The fire was put out pretty quickly, though the boat would need some repairs. The deck now had a massive scorch mark, complete with an ashy trail that led towards what looked like a locked door. It appeared the contraption had caught fire, and was moved all the way to the center of the deck, to minimize damage. Well, looks like I can be analyzing something around here without looking like a spy. I'm going to go get ready for the day, then come back and see what really happened here. Wilsoon dressed and ate, then wandered back up to the deck, noting the glances of a couple guards at the captain's door--and a new one, who was standing at the locked door behind which was whatever had burned. The deck was getting cleaned, and some wooden boards were out in a pile for patching. After about ten minutes, a sailor asked Wilsoon to help with cleaning up—and he saw one of the boards finally get nailed into place over the major scorch mark, and a few were being moved towards it to be nailed down as well. As he joined the group sweeping ash and nailing boards, Wilsoon noticed that all of them had silver lapels on their collars. Perhaps, when there was nothing especially interesting going on, the passengers were to be available for helping the crew. Indeed, after they had been working for a few minutes, a member of the main crew called them over to help with the rest of the burns along the deck. After about an hour, no one remained on the deck; in some kind of organizational mishap, no one had been sent to man the rudder for the last few minutes. None of the crew were manning anything else, for that matter. Wilsoon looked at the locked door, the one behind which was the contraption responsible for the fire. Could I unlock it quickly enough before someone came up on deck? While he was thinking that, a group of higher-authority passengers marched up the stairs to the deck, and all headed towards the captain’s room. Each of them had either purple or red lapels on their collars, which probably meant they were scholars. Investors on the ship, Wilsoon had figured out, had black lapels. All of them immediately went inside the captain’s quarters, opening the main door with a key. Wait a second. There weren’t any guards there! What’s happened besides the fire that leaves the ship so shortstaffed right now? …I should go over and tell some of the crew, if they’re around. While he was considering that, a guard ran up the stairs and rushed to guard the post to the captain’s room. He had missed the group of people, and maybe didn’t know they were in the room. Wilsoon went to go clarify that with the guard. While he was doing that, the captain marched up the stairs and swiftly walked over to the guard, passing Wilsoon. They spoke softly, then the captain went inside the first door, revealing that the group of people were in the hallway to the captain’s room, and closed it. As Wilsoon got close, he heard the door lock, and met the guard’s eyes. He declined to say anything, and just walked back to his rooms. It was just a meeting with poor scheduling. -------- So, in this chapter, I don’t really know what I was doing. I was kind of setting up the tensions on the ship relating to the researchers on board, with the explosion of sorts from their Feruchemical box. The ship kind of gets busy trying to sort out everything, and uses some of the passengers to clean up while they (the crew) deal with the logistics and meetings to discuss what really happened. This wasn't an assassination attempt, just an accident, but it does reveal that there's ettmetal on board, which should sound ominous, seeing as how this group of people is on the sea. The last few paragraphs, where Wilsoon would be doing something right as people came up the stairs, were just me having fun with the situation, and getting into a bit of a sketch comedy kind of thing.

Alright, this one’s going to be finished tomorrow, in about 26 hours hopefully. Sorry again about the procrastination, if you were looking for an earlier post. EDIT: It’s been 29 hours. Within about two hours now, I’ll do it. Part 10 As soon as he opened his door, Wilsoon knew something was wrong. It smelled like…no meat had been rotting in here. Rusts! Well, he was snooping around, and the ship probably wasn’t airtight in all aspects. There was nowhere else to put his food, though. Ah, well. Wait. His room had been cleaned, so it must have been checked as well. I’m sure I didn’t leave anything suspicious around here. Either way, the captain is smart, figuring out I’m a kandra and all. If anything I left around here is suspicious enough to get me framed, I won’t be framed, Wilsoon thought. He made an entry in his journal chronicling the events of the day, and the fact that he’d still be able to make it to Southern Scadrial without going overboard. He sat on his bed and considered the situation he was in. He didn’t have any options, but he didn’t have any danger either. Wait, again. He had forgotten to open his letter before going to his room. What had the captain said again? “Go to your room after it is opened.” Well, Wilsoon assumed that nothing would come of it, and he opened the letter currently. It read, “We have sent some of the investigative crew to search your rooms; before discussing your purpose here, I wanted to check if you had any contingency plans, should you be detained by us. No hard feelings are meant.” Oh. Alright, then. No fuses in the room to cut, or anything. Wilsoon checked for anything he could do in his rooms, and decided to go to bed. It was the middle of the afternoon, but he didn’t have anything else to do, other than snooping around yet again. Wilsoon had been taught to sneak pretty well, but once he got in the mindset, he couldn’t get out of it easily. Besides, this way, he’d be up in the middle of the night should anything dangerous happen. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- I may as well do annotations now, if just to explain some things that are happening here. The quote about not entering Wilsoon's room before reading the letter was just lampshading on a grammar mistake; it should have been "open it once you get in your room." Another thing in this part--the figuring out of Wilsoon being a kandra obviously has nothing to do with cleverness or watching his doings on the ship; he just had forgotten some of the conversation with the captain.

Sorry, I forgot about this for a while. I will try to write more, which may be up in a week or so. EDIT: Ok, this Part will definitely be up sometime this week, and I’ll try to put out a Part once a week from now on. Part 9 “So this whole adventure was meant as a mission to trade for copper medallions. To be specific, ones with memories of the Survivor. We don’t know the reason, but Harmony is declining to share them with us. He’s willing to actively prevent us from finding them ourselves; I don’t even know if Harmony knows if I exist, but I do know that my spikes were made to prevent any Connection. They’re made from an alloy…I digress. Anyways, I’m only eighty, but The Council decided to send me already for this mission, and I’m going to trade on Southern Scadrial. As you can see, my training was not entirely successful, and I don’t know how to sneak about, or to be discreet. “I’m the only chance the kandra have at learning what *truly* happened, during the Survivor’s time pre-Catacandre. I don’t know whether I will reach success, but I do know that this necessary. I didn’t know anything about this ship before boarding, other than the fact that it’s delivering goods to Southern Scadrial. This is all I have to clear me; I hope my actions don’t cause me to be thrown into on-board prison.” Wilsoon stood up and started to pace around the room as the captain considered the explanation. It wasn’t long before he got motioned to sit down again, and the captain’s eyes appeared to focus. “You seem sincere enough. However, you will be on watch for the rest of your travels with us—you don’t need to roam about this ship to trade for copper medallions. Secondly, the crew and passengers have research to do, and I would prefer to eliminate as many distractions as possible. Thirdly, we have other passengers who aren’t affiliated with us. The pins on our lapels should have taught you something of the levels of authority on this ship, but in case you didn’t see those, I will explain: silver pins indicate regular people. They have the authority of an ordinary ship passenger. The shapes indicate their opinion on the discussion of the day. I will not explain any further, however, because you aren’t entirely trustworthy yet. “In a few weeks, we will meet with another ship to resupply. Then, you may board their ship—it returns to Southern Scadrial—or you may stay with us. If you stay, you may join us and our operations, but you may have less freedom to acquire Memory medallions once we reach the continent. Take this letter,” and at this the captain handed Wilsoon a small paper, “and go to your room after it is opened. Thank you for not being an assassin—I do hate it when that happens.” As Wilsoon left his seat and walked down the hallway, he heard the captain scoot back a chair and shuffle some papers. The guards nodded to him as he left, and he made it to his room.

Part 8 The door opened, and the captain stepped inside. Farther down the hallway, there was a pair of guards which had been absent when Wilsoon entered the room. They didn’t do anything, so Wilsoon didn’t focus on them. He focused on the captain’s face, and tried to guess what kind of reaction to expect for sitting in the room for hours. However, the captain didn’t look at him, and almost ran into him while reaching into a cupboard. The captain grabbed a Bloodmaking medallion, stuck it in a pocket, and grabbed a vial from the same cupboard. By this point, Wilsoon had realized the captain was partially blind, giving time to quietly slip outside. However, when he tried to exit the door, one of the guards outside gave him a glare and a hand gesture. Alright, I’m to remain inside until the captain is done with whatever they’re doing. And, while the captain can’t tell if I move everything back to where it was, the guards will know. Nothing to do but sit and wait. After a few moments, the captain sat down in a seat behind the only table in the room. It faced the cabinets, in the room, and Wilsoon wondered why the captain hadn’t sat down facing the guards. The position would do nothing to stop him from escaping out to the outside of the ship, because Wilsoon could just dodge the captain. “Sit down, Wilsoon." As there was only one chair, Wilsoon couldn't do that. So he just walked over to the cupboards, and faced the captain. "Ah. I forgot, I moved the other chair somewhere. Well, prepare yourself so you don't fall over while I'm speaking. This conversation may take a while, and could also make you fall due to surprise and not boredom. I will try to be clear in what I am saying; listen clearly as you brace yourself. The crew, and frankly, the passengers, have been feeling confused about your recent actions. I don’t doubt you already knew this, but we need to talk about your role on this ship. I understand that you are either a follower of Trell or a kandra—” Wilsoon picked himself up off the ground, and healed the new bruises in his shoulder. “How in Rusting Ruin did you come to that conclusion!? I’ve been here two days! Sure, I’ve acted odd, but how the—I mean—I’m sorry for that outburst. I’m just surprised that you say that so nonchalantly, and with no leadup, and with little evidence.” “Oh, I am certain there's evidence. I’m a Lurcher, and am currently using a Booster [I don’t know if Nicrosil Feruchemy medallions have a name, so I’m just going to use that name] medallion. You have two spikes sitting in your torso, and you don’t seem to limp or wince with movement using abdominal muscles. As I was saying, you probably have some reason for being here that isn’t personal. Some group sent you here, and there’s a purpose for going on this vessel. So you’ve been searching this ship, hoping to find something in it. Either that, or you’re trying to learn the people here, in order to spike them or to know how to impersonate them. As far as I have seen, no one has been harmed by your actions. However, I will not stand for them. “Whether you are a follower of Trell, or a kandra, you are probably Realmatically aware. You know that there are people here who are not from Scadrial. In order to persuade you that we have nothing to discover that would be of interest to you, I will tell you what we are doing here. We truly are a merchant’s ship, and are bringing items commonly found at Sel, Taldain, Roshar, and Silverlight to Southern Scadrial. Before you ask, the perpendicularity on this side of the planet was better for us to come through, for…reasons. While shipping an extremely valuable load of goods across an ocean is risky for us, it is better than coming to the south first. “I digress. What I am saying is, we’re worldhoppers bringing free trade to a new society, and hope to see what will happen to the society we are shipping to. Now, as you promised, reveal what your purpose is here and why we should allow you to stay with full freedom on this ship.” Wilsoon was flabbergasted. The other kandra had told him very little of worldhoppers, and he didn’t recognize the planets’ names other than Scadrial and Taldain. Hadn’t that planet been barricaded to travel, or something? And these people were casually shipping from there to Scadrians? He had so many questions. Why hadn’t he heard more of this? Why had he not studied worldhopping trade? Why was the captain dodgy about why the Northern Perpendicularity was used, when being so frank about everything else? And… “W-wait, what? Can you, er, repeat that last bit again?” “We’re traders. We’re also scholars. The effects of this trade will be a great source of study, and allow us to fund more research; it is quite a great deal we have here. And also, you’re going to reveal what you’re doing here so we don’t throw you in a storage bin, because you promised.” “I…promised no such thing, but…I’ll do so because I think I can trust you.”

Part 7 Wilsoon sat in the captain’s room. There wasn’t anyone else inside. If he could go outside, and do other things on the ship until he saw the captain enter the room at the head of the ship, he would. However, due to a short series of mistakes that were worthy of a Spec-Memory [sitcom episodes in the form of medallion subscriptions, which are memories of people watching the show take place. Memories are used because I’m operating on the assumption that copper Compounding multiplies memories, and that this is cheaper than broadcasting.], Wilsoon had locked himself inside. There wasn’t a lot to record in his assignment log, so he wrote a journal entry describing the day. As he wrote, he thought about the week so far. In the span of two days, I’ve managed to attract suspicion of the crew and passengers. If I continue to attempt anything, I’ll end up either causing mutiny or being tossed overboard. I think that after the talk with the captain, I should lie low for a while. Perhaps I should interact with the passengers and show them I mean them no ill. That is, if my own suspicions of them don't give me away. The captain still hadn’t arrived, so Wilsoon began to search the room. After all, he hadn’t yet talked to the captain, and there wasn’t anything left to do in the confining office. He found a drawer full of medallions, none of which were copper. Another drawer held some papers drawn in a foreign language, one that looked familiar. The rest of the drawers held office tools or similar, non-informational objects, so Wilsoon went to the last storage container in the small room. It was a metal strongbox, and it was locked. Wilsoon was unable to open it, and let out a sigh. He put the box back, and began to return the contents of the drawers. He had left the papers and tools out when he was searching, and had decided to put them back later. Before he finished, the doorknob rattled on the entrance to the captain's room. Unless the captain assumed the door would be unlocked, and had neglected to bring keys, Wilsoon would be discovered. Well, he assumed the crew had watched as to whether he had left the room or not. But it would be undeniable what he had done here.

It was in the broadsheets, and I think it was to get close to people, enough to Leech them. This is really cool! CadmiumWay is probably my favorite due to cadmium being one of my favorite Allomantic and Feruchemical metals.

Daaaaaaangg it! Alv, you messaged me! And I trusted you!...Well played. It was a good move. At least I voted on livinglegend before dying. And yeah, I didn't do a great job of making myself have a village read. This was a fun game. RP'ing in High Imperial, with a doge dialect, was fun. I should have put out more RP. And @Kasimir, you and Kynedath had some amazing RP! It kept going, even when the rest of us weren't giving prompts and such at a comparable rate, combined. Alvron, Steeldancer, and livinglegend. Good game, eliminators were great. Thanks @TheMightyLopen!

Voting on livinglegend, just so there’s one on almost everyone except Mac, Alvron, and Steeldancer. EDIT: Sorry Alv, I think that the best way is to have a vote on everyone. That way we have the biggest chance.

I’ve got nothing to lose. If this turns out to be village-killing by revealing information, oh well. We’ll die no matter what if we don’t get an elim. I’m the Fear Rioter. Therefore, @Steeldancer Is the Anger Rioter. No one can kill other than an eliminator. Everyone, target whoever you think is an elim (including me if you want) and let Steel pick which one to Riot. Target whoever you think is an elim, including him. Good luck and try not to die. I know this isn’t info that is super useful, but I may as well put it there. Merb ran of the desperate. The others were of the suspicion, and of voting. Again. This time, Merb would not be of the survive. Breeze, you must find those obligators. Nothing else matters. This operation is crucial. And my Street didn’t help me live in the crew. It helped me on my missions. Maybe...if I escape into the streets, could I avoid death? But how would that help the rebellion? No. I must stay here, and die. Long live the Survivor, and the rebellion.

Welp. That last part of my post was a mistake, but I’m definitely village. If I was an eliminator, I would avoid anything that says “village” in it, other than a “come on, let’s save the village” comment. I meant that I was saying good luck to the group without saying “good luck to us villagers” which would be a blatant painting of myself as a villager. We do need to vote on someone, though, because the elims will win this round otherwise. If it must be me, oh well. Anger Rioters, you can target me, because I think I could finally do some analysis and target elims.

If you want to read the Castaway part, I think I’ll be writing it in about 5 more Parts. If any readers want me to do that, then the intrigue on the boat, upvote-then-downvote EDIT: Alright, I'm going to put up "Part #" and edit it later, so that I don't keep hogging the top of the post feed. And I'm not going to skip the boat intrigue, because I didn't get any notifications on this. Good to know; I like writing this even though it's not Castaway yet. EDIT 2: So far I've been writing this in the post thread, without major editing other than proofreading and revising. I'm now going to do writing offline, with drafts and such. Maybe the quality of writing will improve, maybe not--but uploading will be slower than it already is. This is my heads-up and apology in advance for further delay in posting. EDIT 3: Ok, I think I should finish Part 7 by Monday. Sorry to anyone who's been waiting for some more posts; there's not really an excuse for being this late. I'm just a procrastinator in all projects soon after I start. EDIT 4: I shouldn’t have said “by Monday”, but rather “on Monday.” I forgot to make that distinction; I will post it late today, because it’s busy. I’ll put the first half of the rough draft up, though.

I’ll edit in something tomorrow, or post something. Kasimir was a great RPer. Incredible. The next few cycles will go fast. Also, guava and GreenRover were my brothers playing, and I thought they would enjoy Sanderson Elimination. Ah well, this game ends in a few cycles anyways. I plan to put some RP up this cycle, good luck to the village.

Welp, three villagers down. I’ll try to post something tomorrow. Not voting right now, as I can’t make any good analysis.

Thanks for a good cycle of RP and see you guys in like two cycles! I’m participating minimally to avoid the auto-death but will be back on for reals if I’m not dead within the next two cycles.

Er, GreenRover can’t reply right now. His phone is out of batteries, and will probably be until the end of the day. I’m on mobile again, and can’t color my text. Pretend this is blue. In light of this, I’m removing my vote on Pestis because I think they may be unable to even see my vote on them. Pretend that was green right there. RP: Merb wasing of the walking. He had seen someone exit the meeting room—er, I was of the seeing someone being of leave the room. They had been of the ask, and Merb answered in the questioning. They had been of the arrive late to the room. They also were of the staying, after Merb had done the leaving. The person was now of the knowing the vote tally. They were also of the telling the new voters, while the after of Merb left. Two votes. This is serious. I should return, and defend myself. How will I be of the convince?

I think I may be busy the next few days as well, but I'm not really sure. I never keep track of my schedule real well, but be forewarned that there will probably be less "High Imperial" rp for a cycle or two. Merb wasing of the talk to Monmet. "The put-ins of the obligators may be of lowers. Being of the enter is helping. But also, uppers can be of the scare or bribe. I wasing of the taking action, calling out Pestis. I having not the information you are of the wanting. All I can say, is--er--be of the watching. sickly prickly wasing of the doing similar, when he voted me. Until more information is of the coming, and talking is with the happen, not other things to do." Rusts, that was bad--I musting not be of the stop, or the others will be of the suspicion, and of voting! Merb wasing of the walk outside. He had the need of hiding, to be of avoiding learning. The others would see him, and learn wrongs and be of the vote on him.

That’s awesome. Welcome to the Shard, and see you at the forums!

The original Mistborn series was really good. I think Stormlight, being written later, is better in a few ways (like character development and a couple other things). How’d you get into Sanderson’s works?

Merb wasing of the thinking. The actions of the take were not doing. Not open with the hearing and seeing. He did a consider of the action, and was of the decide. While others are of the naming and watching, I will be of the same. Of stopping intruders with the naming. It will be of the assisting the find of Obligators. Merb wasing of the considering his thoughts more, and finished the decide. He wasing the walk of the table with four seating. “My opinion ising that Pestis does the infiltrate. Is a Soother, the other of (my) Rioting. If the suspicion of calling is there, I will be of the joining.” I hope no one caught any of my mistakes in there, that was pretty bad Street... OOC: I’m voting on Pestis, but can’t color my text right now; I’ll edit it later. Also, my reason for voting is as baseless as the RP makes it out to be. It’s some sort of poke vote.

Merb wasing of the scare. The Obligators were of the infiltrating the organization. Are longer words abbrieviated in Street? I always forget--stop it! During the being of a spy, have thoughts of the speak of hiding. Is the help of speaking of pretending. Breeze was of the planning, and giving lies to the lowers. Any lowers who could be of the sneaking. It was also of the possible that uppers could have been tempted by bribes, or threats from the Obligators. Dang it! Perhaps the burn of metal would have the helping.

I think right now a different headcanon is in order: that there is no change in momentum at all for objects. They instead have their time-speed, per se, shifted. While Brandon said that something can't be half-in, half-out of a bubble, it may be that the shifting in movement through time happens gradually through an object, over a very short amount of time. This might account for the deflection of objects entering and exiting time bubbles. Since light moves at the speed of causality, the whole speed-transition happens all at once (because there's no time to affect it on parts of it at a time) so there's no change in momentum. Not sure about my theory, however.

I think that Sazed could make an entirely new planet made of harmonium. That'd be about the amount to deInvest him, probably, but it's definitely too much to burn. Maybe the size of an asteroid, if lerasium takes up more Investiture than I think it does.

Welcome, I hope you have a good day too! The forums are looking pretty tropical, I mean topical, today. Lots of topics. I'm going postal, I mean I'll go post.

Hello GreenRover, whose identity I shall not reveal. I don't know why I greeted you, you're literally looking over my shoulder as I type this response... Welcome to the Shard anyways!

Hi! Avoid the cookies, they're not super good for you. I think it's because of the spikes, but I wouldn't know they had them for sure. Use a medallion instead.