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Septimus stepped off the train into the scorching heat of the roughs. Septimus hated heat, it had the tendency to ruin fabrials, and hygiene. The sun warped the sky, waves of fire filled the air. Storms.... Night began to fall as Septimus exhausted from the days trek under the sun came to see a large bonfire. Storms Soul, could’ve used Gravitation about 8 hours ago. Septimus trudged onward, until he reached where they all sat. Septimus promptly fell face first into the dirt. “ Give me 5 minutes... I’ll kill you in a bit.”
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Septimus sat on a rooftop in Elendel, mistcloak fluttering serenely in the cool night wind. It looked out of place in the modern city, a fairytale of old, and there was a certain appeal that came with that. Despite being old fashioned Septimus had done a little upgrading. He picked up the long deadly looking rifle. It had cost money and time to acquire, the white body gleaming in the moonlight. Interlacing networks of fabrials and other enhancements webbed around the guns exterior. Septimus peered through the lens, adjusting it to the proper focus. He spun a bullet between his fingers, aluminum of course, though the true force of the weapon came from regular bullets. He slung gun onto his back and lept down from the roof. Septimus sat on the train to the roughs, doddering with a spanreed. It looked like fiddling anyway, in reality he sent a message to Soul. I’m coming soon, find me.
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Septimus smiled. “ Nei’en, er, Gancho.” Septimus glanced at Naermen. “ I was trying to get you to bring me to her...” Septimus proffered a hand to help Naermen up. “ So your the one Gancho chose... I was a close friend of Nei’en’s. If you’ll help me, we need to find Rhazien, but first I’ll tell you about what’s been going on...” (Tells Naermen about events)
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Septimus stood in the alley. He had discovered the others were on Roshar, but Rhazien would come back here evetually. He spoke softly to himself. " Nei'en, or whatever his soul was. Have you chosen another? I need your help. Take me to them if you can." He thought backto all of the antics Nei'en had provided, the laughs, and the facepalms. He must preserve that. he would protect whoever he had chosen. He let his thoughts become Beige, attempting to signal him. " Please..."
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Septimus was back in the alley. He wore a strange combination of clothes. A white Alethi Uniform and a Mistcloak. He breathed in the cold air, it had been too long. He leapt down from the roof he was perched on, and shot forward on 3 lines of sand, his maximum. He looked at a small fabrial, one paired to another that Nei'en held. Due to them being paired they would point towards each other when in a sensitive environment, in this case water. He made his way through the winding alleys, the pull getting stronger. He came around a corner and stopped. Nei'en lay there, his eyes cold, blood pouring out of a hole in his chest. His coat was gone too. No.... Nei'en.... Septimus boiled. He came to the only logical conclusion. Rhazien. Septimus fell to his knees over his friend, and began to cry. Duel emotions raged inside him as he was torn between despair and rage. They had kept it blood free until now, but Rhazien had just changed that. Septimus stood and leapt into the sky. It was time to right some wrongs.
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Septimus watched as Tevarah fell from the sky. He stopped abruptly however as he began to float into the distance. Slowly. Whoever had saved him obviously had little experience with their surges, only able to get a bit out of them. Septimus rode forward on a ribbon of sand, and launched himself with rock towards Tevarah. He arced upward and grabbed Tevarah, taking the stormlight from the lashing. He turned the floor to liquid, cushioning their fall. He turned it back into a solid trapping Tevarah up to his neck in rock. He didn't need to kill him. Septimus went back to the monastery to collect his allies
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Septimus drew his bow. It had been made by him for the sole purpose of creating as much force out of as little as possible. Strength augmentation fabrials, steel and ettmetal, gravity fabrials. He could only fire a few shots with full power, then he could only use the bow normally. He drew an arrow back, the draw strength incredible. He tapped speed and launched the arrow at Teverah, the arrow ripping through the air. He pulled it back three more times, the sound of the reinforced arrows flying at speeds faster than bullets crashing through the air. The power ran out, fabrials running out of stormlight, ettmetal being consumed. All that was left was a bow with a strengthening fabrial. It would do.
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Septimus cursed, tapping speed and compounding Zinc. Most Steelrunners could move at incredible speeds, but couldn't focus too much on what they were doing. Zinc cured that. To Septimus it was almost as if everyone else had frozen. He couldn't however lash like Tevarah, he was a Willshaper after all, moving with leaps. Tevarah was a Windrunner, and have a serious advantage up here. So he needed to ground him. Septimus took a handful of sand and threw it at Tevarah still tapping speed, he then controlled it inward surrounding Tevarah in a bubble of sand. He used this to force him down when he stopped tapping.
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Septimus sucked the Stormlight from his lashings, collapsing in Shadesmar. The Dor surrounded him, the clashing intents of the 2 dead shards washing over him. The power was incredible. His spheres, his sand, his body were filled with pure shardic investiture. He had to leave before it ended up killing him. He quickly transported to the Physical Realm. And collapsed, a faint glow around him. Temporary, but nonetheless useful. His spheres had recharged, his sand glowed with intense heat, and he himself held a miniscule piece of this power. He couldn't maintain access to it like an Elantrian, and he couldn't even think about drawing Aons, but for now it gave him an extra boost. A last resort. Rhazien flew into the distance. He stood. Storms that man... Septimus began to follow.
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Septimus turned back to Rhazien and Yzabet, who had managed to cut their way out. In a last ditch effort, using the remaining stormlight in his pouch he threw a wave of rock at them, with the intention of hardening around their bodies and restricting their movement.
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Septimus snarled as Tevarah tackled him. Septimus sunk into the ground, dragging Teverah with him. Teverah got shoulder deep, and Septimus hardened the ground again. He liquefied only directly around his body a little at a time, allowing him to escape. " This isn't about you Tevarah. I'm sorry if you've decided to throw your lot in with his..."
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Septimus had slowed for just enough time. He slammed his foot into the ground, liquefying it in a radius around, including Rhazien and Yzabet. Their feet sank, and Septimus hardened it again, turning it back into stone. Most of his Stormlight had been depleted from the attack, but more flooded into him from the gem pouch at his side. " I won't let you go a second time..."
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Rhazien was running. Again. Septimus left the others to deal with the Dakhor. They meant nothing. Rhazien had been a friend once, but he had revoked that privilege by vowing to destroy what Septimus had worked for. There was no purpose behind such an action, and yet he made it. Now he attempted to talk about unity. They had united. Against him. Septimus rode forward on a wave of rock, and passed through the wall like it was air. He compounded Zinc, and used his sand from before. He still had some sand with Dor left, but it was best to save that. For now he used sand recharged with Stormlight and threw a Ribbon at Rhazien and Yzabet. He latched on to Yzabet's torso, knowing her legs to be slicked, but grabbed Rhazien by the ankle.
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Septimus grew increasingly frustrated. The man had turned to Odium!? How could Yzabet, a radiant and Edgedancer fight alongside him? Septimus Rioted her doubt. If he could turn her against him... " Yzabet! Why do you stand with him? A man who has pieces of Ruin, Dominion, and Odium?" He strode forward, launching a wave of liquid rock at Rhazien.
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Septimus strode forward. Calm. Collected. But a tempest within. He recognized Yzabet as another radiant. " Why do stand by him? A man who betrayed not only moral ideals, but his own!" Septimus continued forward, people appearing behind him. So be it. " Rhazien says there is a storm coming, one that only he can stop. He says he wants us united. We have. Against him." Septimus " Don't try and stop me." He dashed past Yzabet, tapping Steel. He formed rock around his shoulder and slammed into Rhazien. He heard his Dakhor bones protest, but they didn't break. Septimus threw his hand forward, sweat lining his face as he concentrated. He managed it only with Zinc. A ribbon of white hot glowing sand streaked forward towards Rhazien, the fury of the Dor trapped inside of it.
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Septimus had grown tired of waiting. If the monks were going to ignore him, then he would ignore them in turn. He formed handholds in the wall and climbed over it, finding a spacious courtyard with statues of Jaddeth. Rhazien stood there. Changed. Another stood in front of him. Septimus yelled at him. " Storms man! You've gone too far! You've betrayed your oaths and accepted Dakhor?!"
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Blazenella walks in and turns the normal cookie pool into a liquid cookie pool. As it should be. He dove in head first and began eating his way through the pool.
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I have become what I hate the most. A Mathematician.
