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Which was the same as ghandercorn flavored, incidentally.

Not from a ghanderflaffle, of course.

The man finished the sandwich and bought another one.

Narrator Xinoehp points out that he has had grilled ham and cheese sandwiches before.

Thade's metal-soled shoes clicked softly on the hard linoleum floor as he paced in front of the door to the Council chamber. He hummed to Excitement as he paced, then to Annoyance, then to Irritation. What was taking them so long? Impatient, hummed Sha-thoexis in the back of his mind. Thade had to agree. They'd been in there for over an hour already, debating and discussing the topic at hand; the impending invasion of Seattle. It should not have taken as long as it already had. While it was true that Enlightened did not get along well with one another (that was why they were losing) such was true only of the lower ranks (for the most part). The Council- made entirely of Fifth Fusions- could easily take care of something as simple as saying "go". And that was all they had to do, really. He would take care of the rest from there, concentrating Sha-thoexis to a density far beyond what that location had ever seen before. The Radiants, unprepared for such an onslaught, would be devastated- to an even greater extent than what had been seen at the Colorado house. The few that didn't fall immediately would be too distracted to mount any resistance to the army of Voidbringers that would sweep through shortly thereafter. Maybe it's that- the army, he thought. Getting a bunch of Voidbringers to work together was sure to be no easy task, even if the Council had done it all before. Yes, that's probably it. They were rather redundant, of course, if all went as planned- but he could hardly blame the Council for being cautious. All at once, the doorknob turned. Thade stopped and turned expectantly as the door swung open to reveal a red-and-black figure covered in carapace. That would be Sheln- one of the Council members, and, incidentally, also a close friend of his. Strangely enough, Sha-thoexis seemed almost... upset by his appearance. Strange, he thought, and filed it away for later. "Sheln!" he called out, taking a step towards him. "How did the meeting go?" Sheln paused halfway through the doorway for a second, then responded. "Fine." He closed the door and turned away without meeting Thade's eyes. Guilt, whispered Sha-thoexis. "Is the army giving you trouble again? Fights between officers, that sort of thing?" Sheln shook his head, humming Confusion for a brief second. "No." Thade tilted his head, "Really? Nothing?" "No more than there ever is. Why?" Thade ignored the question. "Did something else go wrong, then?" "N-nothing's gone wrong." Sheln took a step back from Thade, a nervous look on his face. "Why w-would you think that?" Fear, whispered Sha-thoexis. Thade raised his eyebrow. "You were taking quite a long time in there." Sheln swallowed. "Really? It didn't seem-" Thade sighed to Annoyance. "You've been in there for three hours, Sheln. Even for the Council, that's unusually long." "Really? How time flies." Sheln laughed nervously and started inching towards the elevator at the end of the corridor. "But I really must get going. Appointments, paperwork, meetings... you know how it is-" "Don't give me that, Sheln. If you can spare the time to set up sprenrials to keep me from listening in, you can spare the time to tell me what happened." He folded his arms and hummed to Irritation. "What are you so worried about?" Sheln paused for a second, opened his mouth, closed it again, turned towards the end of the hallway, then slumped his shoulders. "It's off," he said quietly to Supplication. Thade frowned. "What's off?" "The attack. On Seattle. I... I'm sorry." There was a pause. "What?" sputtered Thade. "How- why?" Anger, hummed Sha-thoexis. Sheln turned around to face him, sighing hollowly. "The others decided it was too dangerous." "Dangerous how? Haven't I already proven I'm powerful enough?" He took a step towards Sheln. "I told you, Seattle's going to be even easier! They don't have enough preparation, they don't have formal guards, they don't even have that many combat fabrials. How could they possibly resist an attack?" Sheln exhaled. "You know Demeshi's plan?" "The seedstones? Yeah... but I told you before, those won't work. They're too expensive, and they hurt us almost as much as the hurt the enemy. And the risk..." A thought came to him "You're not using that idea, are you?" Sheln winced. "No, not exactly. Well, you see... we already did." Thade was taken aback. "What? When?" "The day before you attacked the house. It... didn't go so well." Sheln coughed. "We lost six. Three Firsts, two Seconds-disguised, of course- and Demeshi herself. The seedstone is no longer drawing power, either, so presumably it's been destroyed." He hummed briefly to the Rhythm of the Lost. "A disaster, in every respect." Thade folded his arms and attuned Skepticism. "What does that have to do with me?" Sheln was silent. Thade's eyes widened. "Oh. Oh no. Not that?" Sheln's expression told him all he needed to know. While the idea that Seattle and it's people were protected somehow was a common belief among the Enlightened, it was frankly ridiculous. Sha-thoexis might be weaker there, it was true, but he was certain that was because the third perpendicularity was somewhere inside of it. He couldn't be a hundred percent certain it was there, but he was pretty sure. He'd explained that to the Council! And they'd believed him! He growled, pinning Sheln with a hostile glare. "I would have thought that the Council would be above petty superstition. Especially you." Sheln seemed to wither before Thade's angry stare. "I... that's not the only reason. There's something else. A large group -Outsiders, we think- but nothing like we've ever seen before... " he swallowed. "And they've made contact with the Radiants. The Council is forbidding attacks on either until we know more about the situation." Truth, whispered Sha-thoexis. Thade sighed, and turned away from the singer gloomily. He couldn't really argue with that. It was just- he'd been so excited for this attack. Over half of the Radiants lived in Seattle; a blow there would be devastating. It could completely turn the tide of the war! But with one blow, Demeshi had undone everything. The Council was too scared to attack now. His only hope was the Outsiders, and that a slim one; if the Council decided they were too powerful, they would have no choice but to come down on them with all the power they could draw upon. But even that was unlikely; the Council would far rather use a ghost team than an army. It's this dratted superstition, he thought. If only he could convince the others that there was no phantom protection over Seattle. If only... But might it be possible? "No attacks," he muttered, mostly to himself. And then, all of a sudden, an idea hit. He turned to Sheln, who had been inching down the corridor while he had been lost in thought. "Sheln!" he cried out, his eyes alight with a new glow. "How hard would it be to capture a Radiant from Seattle?" Sheln jumped, then frowned. "Pretty hard, but not impossible. I'd have to catch them on their own, or without Stormlight." Thade smiled. "With no attacks, what are you willing to bet that they'll get complacent?" Sheln nodded slightly, his frown lessening. "True... but why do you want one?" Thade's smile widened. "Because, dear Sheln, I have a plan." With that, he left.

The man with the sandwich was, however.

But no one cared about him.

Inexplicably, he survived.

Tom nodded. "I think the sound is coming in now." He leaned closer to listen. Tom held up the vial. "Now. You said you could do something with this?

A man walked into the sandwich shop and bought a grilled cheese sandwich.

I just got to that part. Yeah, oops. Though I think TVG should watch out- she's only an Avatar of the Author, after all...

Tom nodded. "Something's coming in." He bent over and squinted at the bowl. "Not sound yet, but that should come in soon." Tom lowered his head and stared at the ground. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. Then he looked up, determination flashing in his eyes. "But I promise you this. We will get him back. Whatever it takes." "Ember doesn't look too happy," noted Tom. VID_20190619_131616.mp3

Edahs examined the sphere and hissed with irritation. He couldn't tell much just by looking at it. He turned towards the scientist. He would know what it was, wouldn't he? Edahs reached out an hand to grab his arm, extending his mind to probe the other man's. @Ax's Boyfriend @Sorana

He decided to get revenge.

Tom looked her dead in the eyes, his burns healing as fast as they appeared. "You can’t. He’s gone, Ember. And if we don’t do something quick, we’ll meet the same fate.” “The first?” asked Tom, looking up for a moment. “That was when I was working with the Tombstone Key. The Skeleton Key- that was the first one. I made a few more over the years.”

Tom shook his head sadly. "He can't exist here, Ember. He got hit by Silence's attack." Tom dipped the 'key' into the water. Silvery tendrils swirled outwards from the tip. "What do you mean?" he asked. "I create them when I need them, generally... all at different times."

Pheonix nodded solemnly as he began to fade away. Tom looked on sadly, unable to do anything. Tom nodded and took out a long silver object that looked remarkably key-like.

*cough* Uh, actually, he's dead... *shuffles slowly away*

Generally speaking, only Investiture with different Identity interferes. (Or something like that.) Users of other Investiture can presumably have normal Breath without it interfering; Divine Breath is similar, just much, much more powerful. I agree it's unlikely, but not impossible. If someone really wanted that as a character for some reason, they probably could.

Here @Thorax the changeling, have a breadmunk biscuit!

Edahs hopped into the elevator shaft and began ascending effortlessly. Much better, he thought. Turns out having other people help you was a good idea. Who would have thought? Edahs paused for a second as the voice echoed down the shaft. There was something up there? Nekorb absorbs Investiture, he thought. Is it something to do with him? He began climbing again, swifter this time. Whatever it was, it was probably important.

My RP character will be Dr. Eibmoz, a man who knows just about everything.