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"Hello?" Cakuin asked, "Anybody there?" she walked around the woman and tapped her on one shoulder, then the other. "What a waste." Cakuin muttered, fidding with the chains. "So if I don't take your magical gun, what happens?"
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"Dovie'andi se tovya sagain" Doc murmured quietly, "Time to toss the dice." he thrust his hand out to his side and concentrated. Light flickered there, forming into something. The glow brightened, bathing Doc in light. When it faded, Doc was holding an Ashandarei which glowed with a soft yellow light. This is... different. What did you do? Doc shrugged, "What felt right."
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Doc got to his feet, popping his knuckles one by one. Squinting at the black-eyed civilians, he realized that none of them were his actual neighbors. He bellowed a laugh in their direction. "Very inaccurate, this Unmade!" ~~~ Jamie felt a tugging sensation. Something important was happening where the others were. How do I know that? Rusts! she took a step, the dreamscape bluring around her. "You know," she began as soon as she appeared with the others, "It's like you're inside a long exposure photo." Jamie's grin disapppeared as she noticed the group of black-eyed neighbors spilling out of the other houses. "Um..."
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"I'm sure he'll be fine. He just has a much harder time controlling his anger than my friend or I." Aben smiled a little, "I didn't think you caused us any problems at all. If you want to talk again, I can give you a time and a place?" he looked at her hopefully.
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"Bloody hell that's a horrible job." Aben muttered, "Who is this boss of yours. I'd like to..." Radyn grabbed Aben's arm and shoved him back into the seat. Aben hadn't even realized he'd gotten up. Radyn smelled just as angry as Aben felt. There's that Whitecloak zeal you guys are famous for. Aben mused. Radyn nodded to him; he wanted to deal with this guy as badly as Aben did. Aben nodded back, taking a gulp of beer.
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The other Allomantic metal anyone can burn [Joke]
old man moomba replied to Invocation's topic in Mistborn
What if noble gasses were burnable as metals. Each one makes you glow a different color!! Try them all today!! Our store is in the 5th Ocant's abandoned train depot! Ask for Qtaro Kujo! -
The other Allomantic metal anyone can burn [Joke]
old man moomba replied to Invocation's topic in Mistborn
The moral of the story is: Don't burn urainum. If you do you will: A. Die of radiation poisoning. or B. Degrade into another isotope. -
The other Allomantic metal anyone can burn [Joke]
old man moomba replied to Invocation's topic in Mistborn
Necromancy... But once you stop burning it, you begin to degrade at a rate matching that of whatever isotope you burned. -
@Emperor Stick
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Aben finally took a drink of his beer. He narrowed his eyes at Rilen. "Listen. If that guy's bothering you, I think we can help. And you," Aben locked eyes with Rilen, "Meet me at the Field of Rebirth tonight. I want to talk privately."
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Jame watched the two kiss for a second, then glanced at Cassie. A slight blush tinged her cheeks, then quickly disappeared. Oh rusts. I haven't blushed in years. Not since I was like, 12. ~~~ Doc sat on the ground, contemplating the dream. If he concentrated, he could feel the Connection James had made. It was amazing. "Do you think we could replacate this?" he asked the Stormfather Surely. You have training in the Surges. Far more than he does. Doc nodded, mentally probing the collective dream.
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It was meant as a joke.
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"Ah," Aben said, nodding to them, "You're both late, but that shouldn't matter too much." From the smell of the woman, she was worried, but less than her voice suggested. Not a big problem. His brother, however.... "What are you doing here?" Aben whispered, "And what's got you so bloody angry?"
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Oh hey. Cool. Should they meet up in the Scadrial Thread or what?
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The barkeep scurried back with their drinks and set them on the table. "Many thanks, friend!" Aben called happily as the man stalked away. Radyn swirled his brandy, regarding Aben. He was interested in something, likely Aben's proposal. He cleared his throat, then spoke "So what did you want to talk to me about?" "Hum?" Aben responded, "Oh yeah, I found this guy looking for swordsmen. He runs an fighting ring." "And he wants us to fight?" "No... he wants us as guards. He's a bit odd, this guy." Aben shrugged, "But he's rich and pays good, so his quirks are easy to overlook." Radyn shrugged, "Sounds okay to me. Where do I talk to this guy?" "Sixth Octant, abandoned train depot. Tell them I sent you." Aben grinned, "I know how that sounds." ~~~ Dwig spun a bullet in his fingers, considering a fight between him and the kid. "No, no. You're right. I'd wait until you left, then knock you out and take your Plate." he shrugged, "But there's really no point. I don't need or want Shardplate."
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But this is just KND 2: Old Radiant Road Trip???
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Jamie raised an eyebrow as Cassie, Shana, and James disappeared, followed by Draug. "Ok." she said, "Guess I'll see if I can follow them..." she took a step forward, then blurred into nothingness.
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The barkeep finally made his way over to Aben and Radyn. "Ah. Good." Aben grinned at the man, tapping his fingers on the table. The barkkeep smelled of alcohol and eagerness. There was also a faint metalic smell on his breath, as if he'd been drinking metal. "What'll you have?" the greasy man asked, "Just alcohol, or something more?" "First off," Aben responded, "Stop Soothing my friend and I. We don't want what you're selling." Radyn's inherent suspision of the barkeep had become less strong as he'd come over. Whitecloaks were useful for that sort of thing. Aben cleared his throat, then continued, "Just ale to start, for me." As Aben spoke, the man's eagerness turned to suspision, then fear. Radyn's suspision returned in force as he spoke, "Brandy." was all he said. The barkeep rushed off to get their orders. A smile broke out on Radyn's face. "That was pretty good! You can tell when we're being Soothed?" Aben chuckled, "Yup. By reading your emotions by smell. He got real scared there at the end." Radyn barked a laugh, "Wonder if it was the glowing eyes or the swords."
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"I don't know..." Dwig mused idly "I could draw and fire my pistol in the time it took you to summon your Shardblade. If I hit your head, you'd be dead before anything could be done to stop it."
