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What are your favorite villains?
old man moomba replied to That_One_Fangirl's topic in Cosmere Discussion
Sanderson villans only? -
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What characters would you love to see meet?
old man moomba replied to Chromium Compounder's topic in Cosmere Discussion
Don't forget Clubs. -
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My eyes are sort of a greyish blue.
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"Ciera." Ciera said, smiling, "I assume you're Dark Alley. You know, I think my old master was DA. How odd." she shrugged. DA people were much more fun to talk to than those from TUBA. Their lack of morals made everything more intresting. "How about Grey Man's speech. Unique Investiture my foot. I'll bet they wasted all their cash on this building and are trying to recoup losses by begging for Crysts." her smile became a bit more sinister, "Or perhaps they lured us all here to kill us. We'll see."
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It's on a google doc that I don't have access to currently.
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I fixed the chart and posted it, but it never got added to the Index.
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Cakuin chewed on a piece of flatbread thoughtfully. As far as she knew, she was the only vampire in existence. It would be good for her to apply here. She could investigate the company for the Ghostbloods, and perhaps learn about her powers. Maybe these people knew those who had killed her and her friends, all that time ago. ~~~ Ciera regarded the woman with a raised eyebrow. She held out her left hand, Well jingling. A blue-white sphere appeared there. She snappped her other hand and flames began to dance inside of it. "Perhaps we channelers like to show off. What's your name?" @ZincAboutIt
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Doc shrugged and checked his watch. "Hmmm. I've gotta go check something. Be back in a bit." he strode off to his workshop, walking over the 3D printers. One of them had been printing components of his device for several hours, and it was finally done. He removed the pieces from the printer and took them over to his workbench, where the guts of his device sat, waiting to be assembled into their final form. The computer had finished bug testing the first iteration of the code, which was mostly copied from another project that he had given up on. He worked on assembling the device, his excitement almost uncontainable.
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"Right now, I'm calling your bluff. You kill me, and my friends here will kill you. I'm totally expendable. Nobody cares if I die, except me. You have power as long as I'm alive, but kill me, and you'll die too. I was gonna offer you the choice of being shipped out to the mines, but you've crossed that option off the list by pure virtue." she tipped the barrel of his gun down, "So now you've got two options. Join with us as a contractor, or shoot me and die by my side." she winked at the music man.
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"Probably," Doc said nonchalantly "What do you want to know about? My personal favorite is this." he pulled his phone out of his pocket, dropped it on the floor, and stepped on it. The screen cracked in several places, the display going dark. Doc scooped the device up, and with a flourish, inhaled Stormlight and touched the screen. The cracks sealed up, and Doc held up the phone. He pressed thepower button and the screen light up.
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"A very special crossbow. I built it myself." he grabbed the box mounted to the side and pulled it out. Crossbow bolts sat inside, "You see, the clip is spring loaded, so the bolts fall in as soon as the winding mechanisim finishes pulling the string back. Once the bolt falls in, it's fired, and the whole process starts over."
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You Know You're a Sanderfan When...
old man moomba replied to Shardbearer's topic in General Brandon Discussion
When you see a squiggly line on a teacher's presentation and you think, hey look a Line of Vigor. -
Doc finished a block of code and stood up. He had spent far too much time in his workshop today. He needed to relax a little. He walked out of the workshop, closing the door behind him. He stood on the stairwell for a second, and, hearing the sounds of training from downstairs, he decided to join the younger Radiants. Doc strode into the training room, heading directly for the weapon racks. He grabbed an odd looking crossbow, loaded it, and walked over to a target. Without saying a word, he pulled the trigger. Bolts sprayed out of the bow at an almost terrifying rate, covering the target. Doc smiled as he peppered the target with bolts.
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I wear my watch on my left arm, but that's tradition more than dominance. I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm abmidextrous because I can't write with either hand.
