Gancho Libre

Ioc coked his head. "Sure," he said. "I do love a good duel. I'm sorry for sneaking up on you," Ioc followed the girl, Laurelai. She hadn't ever told it her name, but, well, Connection could do a lot of things. Then, Ioc realized that she didn't know what to call Ioc. "Oh, sorry," it said. "I'm Ioc. Pleasure to meet you, Laurelai," @Voidus

Riathor's eyes widened. What was happening? He confronted the newcomer, putting himself between this guy and the others. He flared steel and iron. For some reason, he was willing to risk his life to save theirs.

Well, technically only Satisfied was Satisfied, but everyone wanted to be Satasfied.

Riathor tensed, waiting for something to happen. He went back to the hole in the wall and drained a vial of metals.

But nobody wanted to vote anyone to the noble position of Copyright, much less Pinterest Sued.

Ioc appeared right behind the one called Laurelai. It knew this person. They had met at the Waystop when Ioc had been feeling generous enough to heal the victims of one of the attacks. "Hello, Laurel," Ioc whispered in her ear. "Long time no see?" @Voidus

George turned. george didn't like snakes. Snakes climbed and hid in trees. Snakes used trees as simple homes. Beavers used trees for homes too. George didn't like beavers. George didn't like snakes. Without fearing consequences, as is the custom among beavers, George barrelled towards the man who had the snakes. Then, George stopped before the tackle. Snakes used trees as homes. Snakes used this man as homes, too. Was this man a tree? George knew of some people who were trees. There was one tree person on George's team. Well, that settled it. This newcomer was a friend, not a foe. George sat back on his haunches and let his tongue roll out like a dog.

sorry

Riathor went back to watching. Ioc was a weirdo, and should be ignored at every chance. But double bagels, on the other hand...

Just curious, what Surges (if any) does the Alleyspren grant?

I don't see a typo.

George ran under the shardblade, his little body was good for that, and beavertackled the attacker. George didn't like beavers, or people who were like beavers and ate sticks. However, bones were not sticks, so unless Night responded, George would start eating through Night's bones. @PrinceDusty

Then the judge was assassinated, and everyone had to back to the Homeland to select a new leader.

Ioc panted. That fight had been awesome. It looked around, trying to remember what it had been doing before the disturbance. But Riathor was nowhere in sight. ~~~~~~ Riathor gasped, bursting into an empty private room and locking the door. He did not need to talk to Ioc right now. But, of course, what's a locked door to someone who can teleport? ~~~~~ Ioc teleported into the locked room. "BOO!" it yelled. "AHH" Riathor yelled. "HAHAHA!!" Ioc yelled. "WHY??" Riathor yelled. Ioc composed itself. "I just need to ask you a question. I'm going to go after a certain volleyball, and I'd like your help," ~~~~~~ Riathor frowned. "A volley-whonow? And no, I don't," ~~~~~~ |Ioc shrugged. "Fine," it said, turning. "I mean it'll be pretty fun," There was no answer. ~~~~~~ Riathor made no answer. ~~~~~~~ "Fine," Ioc said, "Here I go," ~~~~~~ Riathor made no answer. ~~~~~ "I'm about to disappear away forever..." ~~~~~ "..." ~~~~~~~~ And Ioc left.

Riathor curse. What had started as an awkward situation had turned into an attack! He burned Steel and saw that the beasts carried no metal in them. Oh well. There were other ways to kill a wierd ball-shaped mouth. He burned pewter and tin, feeling the flying shapes swarm around the group. He felt the rush of air by his head. Riathor sighed, the Flared pewter, spinning around and slamming his fist into one of the creatures. On contact, however, he didn't pull back; he let his arm continue it's motion until he hit a wall, smashing the beat between the stone and his fist like a walnut. Immediately, he spun around and stomped on another one, sending almost liquidate guts spewing out. Then, he was almost decapitated by a shardblade. Riathor jumped back, hitting another wall and crushing two more monsters. One of the group members had a shardblade. Well, Riathor wasn't too sad about that, even if it did arise a strong sensation in him to see his own blade. Riathor nodded in respect to the Shardbearer, he didn't seem to notice. Riathor shrugged and pulled a couple of small spikes from his pocket. There were a dozen ways to kill a man with Allomancy and common construction nails. Riathor smiled and shot the spikes through the group of beasts slightly denser than the others, ripping through them. He felt a monster bite his elbow and Riathor jerked his arm in an amazingly fast motion, using the laws of motion to rip the beast from his flesh. Riathor stopped a moment to catch his breath. What had he gotten into?

Except when 'universe' goes before 'power'.

Ioc knocked on the doorway, shifting somewhat awkwardly. It hadn’t really planned this far in the plan. Well, it knew what it had to do, but… not really what to do. Ioc had never met an actual Smedry. Ioc didn’t have a Talent. It’s powers were undefined to the public, and it liked to keep it that way. However, Ioc had no problems with admitting that it had no Talents. It had heard how… messy Talents can be, and it didn’t really want the trouble. Thus, Ioc’s mind hadn’t even tasted that of a Smedrys. So, how they acted in a stereotypical sense, which was generally the least of what Ioc knew about different types of people, was unknown to Ioc. Ioc cocked it’s head, frowning, then knocked on the door again. Surely it's knocking were loud enough? Wasn’t it using Gravitation to enhance the sound? Nothing happened. It had only been a couple seconds, but, hey. Ioc was a busy entity. Ioc drew it’s fist back, Accessing Stormlight, then punched the door, fueling the knock by Lashing it’s fist towards the door. This was a tough trick, requiring that Ioc think of it’s fist as separate from the whole, but if there was anything Ioc was good at, it was lying to itself being awesome. The door dented, and a resonating crack snapped in the air. Ioc smiled it’s cruel smile. Ioc didn’t know why, but for some reason, it’s smiles looked like… well, the smiles an Inquisitor does. Cold and Heartless. Well, Ioc would show them. It had a heart. You could tell because Ioc bled. Even better, the blood was red, which was a real variable in the Cosmere. And yet, the door wouldn't open. Ioc sighed. It touched the door with it’s index finger, Adhesed the wood to it’s flesh, and ripped the sagging door off its hinges. Or, well, Ioc tried to. The door budget a bit, but didn’t move besides that. Ioc gaped. What? Ioc could rip a steel sliding door off its hinges. This was a damaged, wooden door. What was this place? Ioc sighed. Only one thing left to try. “Hello?” Ioc called in it’s loudest voice. The door was immediately opened by an extremely muscular young man. “Yes?” the man asked. His voice was exactly like how Ioc’s subconscious version of a muscular young man’s voice should sound. Ioc wasn’t good with social skills, which may seem unrelevant, but it gets relevant in the next sentence. Ioc shifted in it’s stance, blushing as the young man looked at it. ‘It’s perfectly normal to feel inferior to people more fit than you are,’ Prefrontal Cortex soothed. ‘You don’t have to be invincible all the time,’ Ioc’s untamed anger returned, fueling it’s drive. “Hello, insignificant Mortal,” Ioc said casually. “I could kill you with the raise of a finger. Now, allow me to come into your humble dwelling,” The young man laughed. “Okay,” he said, then turned and waved for Ioc to follow. Ioc gaped again. How stupid was this kid? However, an invitation was an invitation, so Ioc stepped inside. The house was a picture of pristine cleanliness. Everything was in perfect organisation, as if a team of OCD people had been left in the room for an hour with nothing to do. The light thrown by a simple chandelier above fell perfectly on every surface. Even more annoying, the wooden walls seemed to gleam. Ioc shook it’s head. It would not gape again. “So,” Ioc said, “I understand you are a Smedry? Max, if I am correct?” Max turned and nodded. “Sure am. The power to underestimate things, or so I’m told,” Max gestured around. “However, I don’t think so. I’m just so lucky to be in the presence of things that are not very hard to solve or lift. All of the boxes my cousin tells me to lift seem to lose all of their heaviness once I grab them. It’s weird. I think my actual Talent is redistributing weight,” Ioc nodded slowly. Then, it had a revelation. Ioc couldn’t kill this person. Ioc had not known it, but murder was in it’s plan until this point. Gosh, if Ioc had known that, it would have teleported in the house and killed the guy before having to meet him. ‘But you didn’t know if that was the right move,’ Prefrontal Cortex whispered. ‘You were afraid. I sense you trying to destroy me, but you can’t. I’m a voice in your head. If you dissolve my personification, I’ll still be here, offering you advice. ‘And there’s nothing wrong with that,’ Ioc gritted it’s teeth. “Right. Weight redistribution. Cool,” Who was this kid kidding? Obviously, Underestimation made sense here. Underestimated harmful substances to make that muscular body. Underestimating messes to make everything pristine. Probably even underestimating the fact that wood can’t shine to make them… well, shine! “Would you like a glass of water?” Max asked, gesturing farther down the hall. Ioc paused, then nodded. “Thank you,” it whispered, then cursed silently. Prefrontal Cortex was right. How could Ioc get rid of a part of its own brain? Perhaps Ioc should spend more time listening to the voice rather than ignoring it. However, then was always the plan. The plan Ioc could not put aside. Even if it hurt to continue. Ioc followed Max down the hall, entering a kitchen that matched the foyer in pristinity. Max pulled off a glass and filled it with running tap water, and offered it to Ioc. ioc accepted, draining the water in a matter of gulps. Ioc’s eyes widened. “How do you get it so… fresh?” Max smiled. “I’m lucky to live here. I was blessed with the help of some friend who constructed me an amazing water filtration system. I’m so grateful to them for that,” ‘Yeah, right,’ Subconscious snorted. ‘Underestimating water pollution. Geez. How powerful is this kid’s Talent?’ “So,” Ioc ventured, then snorted internally at the word, “What do you know about other Smedrys? They’re names? Powers? Locations?” Max laughed pleasantly. “Oh, i know plenty! I was lucky to spend so much time with my family this summer, and i learned so much about my heritage,” ‘Underestimating his lack of knowledge?’ Subconscious asked. Wow. That’s stretching it,’ “Well, you see, Max,” Ioc continued, “I’m looking for a certain Smedry. I can’t remember their name, but they have the power to drive people insane,” Max thought for a moment, then snapped and smiled at Ioc. “Cecilia? I thought I recognized the power,” Ioc let out a huge sigh of relief internally. It had worried that there was no such Smedry. “Why do you want to know?” Max asked. “Are you a Smedry?” Ioc froze. Then, Ioc cursed every bad word it knew before taking on a plan of action. “... Yes, I am,” Ioc said, tensing up for what would happen next. Max lit up like a fire. Or, well, a light bulb, for that matter. “Really?” he exclaimed, then threw his arms around Ioc in a tremendous squeeze. “Oh my gosh, i love meeting new family members! What’s your Talent?” “Uh, oh…” Ioc stammered. It opened its mouth. “Oh, sorry, forgot my manners there,” Max said, releasing Ioc from the hug. ‘Yes, extended hugs are bad manners,’ Subconscious muttered. “I forgot to ask your name!” Max exclaimed. There was a pause. Max frowned. “Oh! Sorry. I mean, what’s your name?” Ioc snapped out of it’s reverie. It would have picked up the hint, but… there was that darn talent again, affecting everything around Max. Oh, ee, oh, my name is, uh, George,” Ioc said with a tone of nervous finality. Max laughed again and threw his arms around Ioc once more. “Oh, i love that name! Now, what’s your ability?” Ioc stammered. “Oo, ee…” “Yes?” “I… uh…” “Yes?” “I mean… well, Talents, and such…” “YES??” “Well, it’s not that… you know…” “The suspense is killing me!!! WHAT IS YOUR TALENT?’ “I have…” Ioc said, then remembered. “I have the, uh… Breaking Talent?” There was a pause. “OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH!!!” Max yelled and started jumping up and down. “THAT’S AMAZING!” “Hehe…” Ioc said. “Now, about that address…” “I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO MEET SOMEONE WITH THE BREAKING TALENT!!” Max cried. “THIS IS THE HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE! I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT!!!” Then, Ioc got it. ‘Oh…’ Subconscious muttered. ‘That’s why he’s so darn happy. He underestimated his circumstances so much that everything is so much better than he thinks that it’s amazing,’ “CAN YOU SHOULD ME SOMETHING BROKEN?” Max screamed. The last word hit th highest decibel Ioc had every heard. Ioc winced. “Yeah, just keep it down, alright?” Ioc implored. It walked over to one of the vases and grabbed it, Lashing different parts of it in different directions inward. This caused the vase to implode. “OH MY HEEBEEJABEEBIES!!!!” Max… said. Ioc nodded in thanks. “Now, where can I find this Cecilia?” Max almost cried with the prospect of helping a Smedry with the breaking Talent. As he went into another room to write down the coordinates, Ioc sat in the kitchen. It felt guilty for receiving such a good person. Max was obviously a good man, full of joy and happiness. Ioc smiled with the memory of it all. Max came out of the other room, holding a piece of paper. In order to continue with the plan, Ioc ignored all that was said for fear of breaking down in the face of kindness. Ioc accepted the coordinates and, still fearing it’s own mind, vanished, leaving behind a puzzled, yet content, Smedry. ‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ Prefrontal Cortex whispered. ‘Max will change. Max will become a different person. You know he won’t keep his joy,’ Ioc ignored Prefrontal words. The truth in it, and Ioc’s acknowledgement of the truth therein, was too much to bear.

Riathor spun around to see Damaya climbing out of the hole in the wall. "Uh, hi?" he said.

k I'll fx that. Thanks!

Ioc paused. It had brought Riathor into one of the small rooms on the side, but there seemed to be a disturbance in the main room. "Wait here," Ioc ordered, then vanished. ~~~~~ "Right," Riathor muttered. "As if," He opened the side door of the room and plunged down the hallway to the ballroom. What he saw amazed him. Nine swinging ropes seemed to be attacking the party guests! Riathor sighed. "You know," he said to himself, "I had come here to relax," Shaking his head, he stepped onto the ballroom floor. And slipped. Right. He flared Steel and launched into the air. ~~~~~~~ Ioc reappeared in the air over the center of the ballroom, which was, strangely, directly over what seemed to be a swirling mass of ropes which swung at the guests. The ropes moved inhumanly(?) quick, entangling and ensnaring guests. Also, it was on fire. Also, there seemed to be either a) no friction or b ) a coating of oil on the floor. Ioc shook his head. Whatever was happening was obviously out of everyone else's control. Ioc fell onto the Awakened beast. If only it had a Shardblade. Immediately, one of the ropes came up to meet Ioc. Ioc smiled as the rope wrapped around its form. Ioc Adhesed the rope to its body, the Lashed itself away, yanking the rope out of the mass. Ioc forced itself to think of the rope being external to its body and teleported, leaving the wriggling rope behind. Then, Ioc pulled out its Firebringer's Lens and gave it the once-over. ~~~~~~ Riathor saw Ioc do this and smiled. A being that powerful could only take on one rope at a time? Riathor flew to the mass of ropes, the above it to the chandelier that hung over it. Riathor smiled, burned Duralumin and Settlpushed on the part where the chair attached to the structure. Riathor flew into the ceiling and hit hard. he flared Pewter to keep from crushing himself. The chandelier groaned, then snapped free, falling onto the ropes beneath. Not all of the ropes were crushed and/or severed, as the mass was wider than the chandelier itself, and no guests were harmed as far as Riathor could see, but still, that trick knocked out quite a few of the awakened monstrosities. 'Take that, Ioc.' ~~~~~~~~~ Ioc gaped. When did Riathor get so... awesome? Anyway, There were still several ropes to be dealt with. They looked to be even more agile and strong. Ioc thought, then smiled. It pulled out its Bestower's Lens. And gave the ropes Ioc stillness. In an instant, Ioc's arms and legs were flailing around, and Ioc collapsed on the floor. It could still see, however, that the ropes were frozen in midair. That should make it easier to kill them. Ioc's flailing took his gaze from the beast for a second, and the Bestowing lost its connection. Ioc jerked its head back to the ropes, and all fell still again. except, for, of course, Ioc. "Hurry!" it said through clenched teeth. "I can't hold it for long!"

Riathor climbed through the hole in the wall, Pushing off some metal whatevertheyares to give him stability. Once he made it to the other end, he waited for the others. He looked around the room thy were in. He summoned his shardblade. Then, tentatively, he reached out with his mind to his spren. She didn't answer, as always. Riathor didn't have acess to his surges any more than he did the day before. He sighed, then turned back to the hole to wait for the tohers. @Grey Knight @Cyanic @Sorana @Silva

Ioc materialized at the written coordinates. It wasn't sure it wanted to do this, but... There was no other choice.

Ioc nodded and places four chrysts on the table. "You mind if I hang around a bit?" it asked. "I kinda like this place,"

George followed the others into the room, gnashing his teeth angrily. He didn't much like paper. Or other beavers, for that matter. George ran through the shelves of books, gleefully biting through the wooden (uh!) shelves, drilling through the wood like, well, a drill.