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*Pallas is reprimanded, Yzabet sees that everybody has everything covered. Yzabet and Pallas start making stew [white chicken chili]*
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*Insert happy exclamation from Yzabet here as she greets/congratulates everybody, pausing only to punch Ioc really hard* *She wanders back to Waystop and finds Pallas, then chastises him for using the TUBA button* *Yay. Long post averted. Good night.*
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Yzabet did some NPC fighting, taking out a tank or two in a blaze of storm light. She would dismiss her armor, use a surge, then recall it in an eye blink, Jael a shimmer of deadly light.
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Yzabet stared at the violence, wishing that she could go throw up again. Sighing, she breathed in as much Stormlight as she could, summoned Jael, and summoned her shardplate. "It's been a long time." She muttered, then threw herself off of the hillside in front of the Waystop. Yzabet bounded over simmering pools and eruptions of steam, moving as only an Edgedancer could. *** Inside of the Waystop, Pallas rushed to his and Yzabet's room and hit a button with a big #42 on it. It was the button to summon TUBA.
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Yzabet stumbled outside, inhaling some Stormlight to heal herself. She used Progression so rarely these days that she nearly forgot that she had the surge. The Stormlight was better than a drink from an icy mountain stream, and refreshed her beyond what it should have. Yzabet spotted multiple people dueling, and paused to watch. Mr. Amber had taken to his role quite well.
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Yzabets had fallen asleep with her head against the aide of the privy. Groggily, she shoOK herself into wakefulness.
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Yzabets suddenly felt nauseous. "Tag out." She muttered to Amber, then stumbled to her room. She had a private privy, luckily, though that didn't stop the embarrassment of vomiting while she had loads of guests.
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"It's not for sale. As the proprietor, I have to ask you to leave".
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Yzabet sighed. "World peace I can get behind." She took the ax handle in both hands, braced a foot against Ioc's chest, then heaved. It came out with a slurping noise. Yzabet dropped it on the ground and put her hand on Ioc's forehead. A breath of stormlight sent his head knitting back together.
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"Yes, I wasn't talking to you. We'll discuss payment later." She curtly said to Alum. She shook Ioc, but only a little. "What. Do. You. Want."
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Yzabet did so, eye watering. Then she turned and grabbed Ioc by both shoulders. "What is it that you want?" Another person showed up. Storm. This. Job.
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Yzabet scooched a little closer to Atticus, trying to ignore Ioc. "Can we get this over with quickly? I have people problems I need to attend to."
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Yzabet smiled back, and it was the smile of a scientist confronted with a question. "Why are you a talking wolf instead of a talking dog? Why are you the type of canine that you are, and what processes came about that formed you into the excellent specimen that you are today rather than a little yip-yip house dog? I mean, obviously breeding, I would guess that you are a wolfhound/wolf mix, wilder and bigger than any other dog that I can think of off of the top of my head. You seem to possess intelligence, so I suppose you to be a Kandra, but Kandra do not have mothers in the traditional sense of the word. I don't think that it would be a far guess if your mother was the one who taught you manners and human behaviors, so she is human. Hmmm..... Trainer, or friend? Mother, so maybe both? Anyway, you were probably thinking that I was confused about you being a talking dog, but that is the least of my concern right now. I'm more interested in the mechanics of it. Dogs and wolves don't communicate the same way that humans do - your vocal cords simply are not purposed for such a wide range of vocal subtleties. How, then, can you speak a human language with vocal cords unsuited for the task. Again, you aren't a Kandra, so you can't rearrange your vocal cords. I'll ask you about that later. Your sentience is also surprising, as animals don't have quite the same sentience level that humans do." Yzabet fell into silence as her questions and answers started flowing too fast to express them out loud. She made the occasional grunt or hum as the thoughts raced past.
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Yzabet turned to Alum, flashing Mr. Amber a harried smile. "Yes, sir? How can I help you?"
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Pallas handed two plates, each with one of each type of pancake, to Clay. *** Yzabet thanked Mr. Amber, then went over to Atticus. "Got any rifles?"
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"Correcting them when they lie to you for privacy purposes isn't polite. May I ask why you are a talking dog?"
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Yzabet looked down at the hole, and breathed out very heavily. "I accept your offer, Mr. Amber. Sir, I will have to ask you to leave. Right. Now."
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"Sir, please stop." Yzabet said. "I don't like throwing out costumers, but I will if you keep doing this." *** Pallas started laying out the meal.
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"Well, you could...…" Yzabet trailed off as the man started limping and bleeding as he continued to walk in a circle.
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@Cyanic DANK YOU SO MUCH Also, urrgh! What sort of website/platform Do you guys use to make the memes?
