Nohadon

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“Keep it” Devaan told Mejin as the two began to spar. The shin woman was good. She was showing Ethil some very potent techniques that Devaan hadn’t gotten around to teaching ”You might not ever use it. But power is perceived, not gained, if you look powerful, you can be powerful. I can train you in that, at least” Devaan watched as the sparring session wrapped up after 3 hours. “Ida, your truth is your own. This stone is your own, be free on the condition that you aren’t to hurt me or any under my protection. Do as you will.” Devaan tossed the stone to Ida ”Mejin, you ready to start training?”

Devaan laughed "every member? good on you!" "Now, I wish one favour of you before you can bring the stone to solace" Devaan pointed to Ethil "See that kid over there? give him some pointers and spar with him"

"Wow. That worked? Storms" Devaan looked at Ethil "Ethil, please drop the bubble" Once the bubble was down "Ida. I want to know why you came here, what you have against Rohan, and how you became truthless"

Devaan watched Ethil's technique intently. The boy had potential with those canes, but he could be so much more with other weapons in hand. Devaan then turned his attention to Rohan and the Shin woman. A Shin woman that entered his house and came to murder someone without hesitation or questions? It was beginning to sound suspiciously like a truthless of shinovar. Someone bound by an oathstone, Devaan had dealt with truthless before, Roshar being the first planet he world-hopped to, he stayed there for around 80 years or so before going to Nalthis. Devaan felt something in his pocket No No way is this the oathstone Rohan you genius. Devaan walked into the speedbubble. Reading the note that Devaan received from Rohan, the note that came with the shardblade currently keeping Rashan alive. "Ida-daughter-daughter-Rena! Truthless of shinovar! I am in possession of your oathstone! stop fighting immediately!" Devaan called out

"See that shin woman? She came in trying to kill our friend over there, lets put your skills to the test. Lock you, her and Rohan in a time bubble, then start fighting. I'll watch and critique your moves. If you are in serious trouble, drop the bubble and I'll step in, here are your canes" Devaan slapped Ethil on the back "stay alive kid" And with that, he took off, "Mejin! Oh good, you found the knife. come with me! I need you to watch my back!" Devaan raced back down to where the fight was happening, and noticed that Mejin was shaking with fear "It's fine, Ethil can handle himself, you shouldn't have to bloody your hands today. But now you see why I wanted to teach you self defence? contrary to popular belief, we don't go out looking for people to stab. The trouble, the danger and the threat comes to us first. We need to be ready to get rid of the danger, however" Devaan stepped forward and drew sethramir, ready to seize the moment Ethil dropped the bubble

"Ok. hard way it is" Devaan said as he watched the two fight "Rohan. you need me in this, let me know" Devaan stared at the two fighters intently, analysing the shin woman's style. Flamestance? adapted to knife-fighting? interesting.

Devaan tried to move, but his shirt was stuck to the wall. He searched through his pockets, hands shaking. Shaking? He never shook. He rifled through until he found his deck of cards. Searching through, finding the one he wanted, fumbling as he took out a card, 2 of books, aluminium allomancy. He tapped the card and burned aluminium inside of him, he gasped as he dropped to the ground. Why was he worrying. What did he have to shake about? He saw the shin woman holding a shard blade, making her way up the stairs. "Mate, you're trespassing, I'm going to have to ask you to leave" He said, catching up to Ida "You are welcome to try stay, but It probably won't end well for you" Devaan told her, voice getting low "Everyone in this house is under my protection, but Akrasia and Riathor are also here. So If you want me to go get those two, you'll stay in my home, but If you want to stay alive, you'll leave the house without hurting anyone" Devaan drew a card "Now are you gonna leave like a sensible woman?"

"Yeah, I train them, when they want to be trained. This is also my home. Which means you can stay as long as you like" Devaan heard footsteps upstairs, his trainers were stirring "Hey, if you want you can sit in on the training session. Maybe join in too, your instincts will kick in if you get into a fight, and that might trigger your memories" Devaan heard a knock at the door and opened it

"We dueled, I won, we became friends. Your name is Rashan Caer. We fought side by side against Typhoon. He killed you. But had a change of heart and gave me the shard blade that saved your life. After the duel we had drinks together, your mentor died, and you became a radiant, bonding a spren." Devaan smiled "You're my friend, rashan, trust me. We'll get your memories back"

"storms. You really don't remember." Devaan said "Here. I'll charge this metal mind with my memories of you. This will help." Devaan handed Rashan a nicrocil card, charged with memories of the duel. Of the bar. And of his friend.

Devaan heard footsteps coming downstairs. Had Ethil woken up? He tended to wake up in the middle of the night, sometimes he was prone to sleepwalking, Which could get pretty funny when he got to the stairs Devaan turned around and looked at the stairs. No. It actually worked? "Rashan?" His friend just stared at him "You're alive?" Still no response "Do... you remember me?" Devaan asked concerned

Devaan snapped. Devaan stepped up to Mejin "For your information. Girl." Devaan whispered to her in a low voice "My friend's were dying. I was fighting an Assassin that killed a good friend, and a good man. His name was Rasan Caer and you are half the person he was. That same assassin was contracted to murder another of my friends, Solace, by someone who we have no idea who, where or why he would want him dead, this assassin, by the way, would not have hesitated to murder you before you could tap a single band of speed. Additionally, I received a near-death experience that gave me information that I have a long-lost brother, so I'm looking into that, recharging my cards by paying ridiculous sums because bodies are dropping left and right." Devaan stepped away "So, while you were safely tucked away in my bunker, with me keeping you safe. I was trying not to die. Are you done with this spoiled Indignant persona you are currently using to irritate the rest of us with? or are you going to leave, run away because you can't deal with the fact you are now in the real world. With real people who won't hesitate to kill you" Devaan walked back to Riathor and Akrasia, opened up some horn eater white, and proceeded to down the entire mug. "Devaan" Riathor said to him quietly "You went a little hard on her" Akrasia stood up "You probably want to go to your room. you know where it is, right?" Akrasia asked Mejin "She knows, it's the second floor, first left" Devaan chipped in

Because cheese is to cheesy to Cheeze the Cheezer named Cheeze

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Devaan read the note. What am I? Delivery boy? Eh, being a delivery boy isn't such a bad thing, you get to annoy new people! or old people. It's mail. Devaan took the rock, inspected it. It didn't seem to be magical, but it's probably important. He'd deliver it to solace as soon as possible or... y'know, whenever he got around to it...

[BEFORE DEVAAN ARRIVED AT GB HEADQUATERS] "Hey, you three" Devaan told Ralerin, Mejin and Ethil "I'm going out, a friend is in danger. Don't burn the house down" Ethil and Ralerin's training was going well, Mejin was warming up to the two of them, given time those three would become good friends. Devaan had offered to teach Mejin, but she was stubbornly pacifistic and refused to train in agressive fighting techniques. The three were responsible enough. If anyone tried to rob the place Devaan felt truly sorry for the robbers. [3 HOURS LATER] Devaan, Solace and LiTaiRu teleported in, Devaan was carrying a corpse in his arms "I'm back!" Devaan yelled to the night air "You three still alive?" Solace looked at Devaan strangely "Yeah! We're alive, no thanks to you!" Mejin replied "that girl is full of sass" Devaan muttered to Solace "Ok! Get to the bunker! I storm is coming!" "More like a Typhoon" LiTaiRu chipped in, grinning Ethil stepped outside, and saw the four bloodied figures and paled, rushing away, ushering the others to the bunker underneath the house. "Do I want to know?" Solace asked "What! I decided to start up a training ground! you said that I'd be training the ghostbloods so I may as well market widely" LiTaiRu sighed "Let's just fix up Rashan here" [LATER THAT NIGHT] The night was finishing up.Typhoon, Akrasia, Riathor and Devaan were drinking and laughing even still. Footsteps echoed from inside the house "oh" Devaan said "What did you do now" Riathor asked him "Oh no, no no no no no no no. I forgot!" "Forgot what?" Akrasia asked "You forgot about us!" Mejin said indignantly "Hey! I had some important things to worry about!" "really? so you just LEFT us in here?" "Ok, I'm sorry. Happy?" Typhoon, Akrasia and Riathor were very obviously trying not to laugh at Devaan as Mejin chewed him out for forgetting about his trainees. Ethil and Ralerin stood in the doorway sheepishly. At the end of Mejin's tirade, Devaan stood up, brushed himself off. "I'll fill you all in on what happened later, but I've had a long day, you three have the day off training tommorow. But after that It's back to training! go to sleep!" after the three had gone, Riathor looked at Devaan quizzically "You're a teacher now?" Riathor asked "Yeah, you need me to teach you how to not stab yourself with your awakened blade and/or shardblade?" "Hey! I'm fine thank you!" "If you stab yourself, I wont be suprised" Typhoon told him "Agreed" Akrasia said, laughing. [TWO DAYS LATER, LESSONS BEGIN AS USUAL] If either @Silva, @Chromium Compounder or @Ray Lee have a problem with this, tell me and I'll change it

LATER THAT NIGHT: Devaan, Riathor and Akrasia were sitting and drinking, laughing. Veil had left, insisting that she had 'important things to do' The cool night air set a pleasant mood for celebration, sitting by an open flame, talking, joking and enjoying life. "Here. This blade will be able to hold Rashan to the physical realm." Typhoon's voice said from the shadows A shard blade dropped onto Devaan's lap as Akrasia leapt up, snarling. "I come in peace" Typhoon said "Well in that case, Have a seat! enjoy the night air! you just saved someone's life, and dueled my friend here honourably. No shame in losing! We can get more drinks out." Riathor offered Devaan sent the blade, with a note in an awakened quilt, with the command "give this blade and note to Rashan Caer" He then sent it to the planet Rashan was on through a Tia gate under the house. (A) No answer was heard. Typhoon was gone. Riathor sighed, disappointed, and then went back to telling a story about noble life in the final empire, Devaan listened intently, he had been a steward, not a noble so had no idea what the Nobles were up to when they had no balls, dinner parties and spies going around the keeps. Akrasia listened, bewildered, he was in the company of two people who had lived in a time of myth and legend, of gods and revolutionists. (B) Typhoon was tired, he had been fired, and while not trying to show it, was lost, had no goals. only TUBA to turn to, some friends would be nice. "Sure" Typhoon said, and dropped down from the roof of the house "So, Typhoon, care to share your story?" "Perhaps another time. But wait till you hear about the time I had a job in Roshar. This guy was tied up in 8 different secret organisations, and all of them wanted him dead because they thought he was a spy! Each one of them turned to me..." And so the night went on. Each man swapping stories, laughing, reminiscing and enjoying the night.

"Riathor! please. put that down! you could hurt someone with it!" "Ha ha. Very funny" Riathor told him "Wait" Typhoon said to the four of them "What do you want?" Veil chimed in Akrasia quacked "There are four of you, and one of me. I've been hit by the Aon of death, and have hours to live. If I remove my armour. I would like to fight Devaan in a one on one." "Yeah okay, seems fair enough" "Wait! Devaan! shouldn't you think this through?" Akrasia asked "He never thinks mate, you know this" Riathor told him "Typhoon. You ready?" "Yes" Typhoon stepped out of his armour "Lets begin" Devaan rushed towards Typhoon, blade extended. He jumped up and brought his blade down on Typhoon's head. Typhoon then parried, causing Devaan to instinctually kick Typhoon in the face. sending both of the fighters flying. Devaan stood up, he noticed Typhoon bleeding on the cheek. Sethramir had blood on it's blade. He scored a hit! Typhoon growled, keeping a steady guard ready for the next attack, Devaan obliged, sending two bladed cards spinning towards Typhoon, who immediately rolled out of the way. And in an instant, Devaan was on him, blurring directly towards him due to his Aon Powered Body, slicing Typhoon across the chest immediately. Typhoon, however, felt no pain. However his mission was failing! He couldn't get to solace! he calmly raised his shard blade, and stabbed Devaan in the kneecap Devaan gasped, an eye for an eye, a kneecap for a kneecap. Devaan stabbed Typhoon in the kneecap with sethramir. Typhoon was dying now. Slowly but surely, his spirit was being destroyed from within due to the investiture corrupting his soul. Typhoon's eyes began to glaze over, as he reached his hand up. Devaan stared, entranced at the dying man's final action Then Typhoon dropped into Devaan's pocket, took a card. And teleported away.