Gancho Libre

Joel caught a piece and found out that it was Lerasium chalk, which gave him the powers of a Rithmatist.

yup. Me also.

Can I have an account for Ioc? And another for Riathor, if you don't mind?

Muahaha... Every time a single stick is broken, the cause is strengthened.

*notices the milk is spoiled*

k here's a rough draft: There was It, and then there was It. It had, out of convinience to It’s own mind, renamed Itself Ioc. Ioc was, in the right circumstances, a deadly foe to anyone. Then there was It. It had taken no such means of changing It’s name, as far as is known. It was like an Elantrian, with the power to draw Aons, and a Surgebinder, with the power to access the Surge of Division. And yet, there was something strange about It. It’s aura was not one of Dominion, Devotion or Honor. It’s hair lacked thhe shine of an Elantrian’s in fact being pitch black instead of pearl white, and It did not seem to use Stormlight. In any other case, the clear victor would be Ioc. Not only does Ioc have more investiture, but any attack against It would not be deemed as ‘OP’, thus granting Io permission to go full throttle. However, It was not an ordinary opponet. It had killed dozens. Hundreds. It was something Ioc could never be. What that thing was may never be known. The time was nightfall, barely an hour after dusk. The place was Sel, in the Aonic Kingdoms, in the Physical Realm. The opponets were perhaps two of the most powerful beings of that time. Ioc saw It first. Ioc had the advantage of height, as it was falling through the sky. Ioc saw a foming form. The part that made Ioc wonder was the mere fact that it was wondering. Ioc saw plenty of moving forms. However, this one seemed different. Ioc fell onto the ground near the form to investigate. And thus, the opponets beheld each other for the first time. Ioc, a thick form in a heavy cloak. It, a dark-haired Elantrian. The silence broke as It attacked. It, in a bust of speed, formed the aon Daa and blasting at Ioc with it. Ioc, moving too slow, was punished by the loss of it’s right leg. As Ioc regrew, It lurched forward and used the Surge of Division on It’s unexpected enemy. This Ioc could counter with not only it’s regrowth, but it’s own Division Surge, The two were locked in a power struggle, and were for a long time. Finally, Ioc fell back, distancing the two of them. It didn’t speak. It didn’t need too. What It would say was obvious. Ioc didn’t speak. Ioc didn’t, likewise, need too. This battle was made to be a silent struggle against too beings. Thus challange, Ioc fell towards it’s enemy. It stepped forward to receive It’s, quickly forming a small aon with the dexerous fingerous of one hand. They clashed. Ioc attampted lashing it’s enemy, but found it particularily dangerous to touch. It tried to blast It’ enemy with fire, but found it particularily difficult to pin down. Ioc drew weapon after weappon wfrom within it’s seemingly endless pouch, whilst It, seemingly casual, formed Aon after Aon, the drwings comparitively basic but deadly nonetheless. Eventually, they separated again, Ioc being winded but It bearing no sign of a struggle. The last fingers of light faded into darkness. A moonless night was apon them. The stars were concielled by dark clouds. All was dark except for Ioc, who glowed from stormlgiht, and It, who glowed from the orange light of burning Aons. The tide turned as It vanished, having Illusioned itself into the darkness. There was a different between the landscpe. The sponatneous arena was not completely dark. And Ioc cast a bright light around it. However, that was not enough. Ioc, winded and causious, was no longer a match for It. It attacked, slashing with a knife in one hand and Aons in the other. Ioc had only breif times to react, and by the in was often too late; the stroke would already fall and It would have teleported via Aon tia to Io’s exposed back to strike once more. Ioc began to tire. It healed from it’s wounds, yes, but but of fatigue. Tirdness was long in coming but it came. Ioc’s reserves were getting low, and Ioc knew the fight was hopeless. It was getting frustrated that It’s prey was taking so long to die. It began to up It’s game. It cast the Illusitory Aon at Ioc, and thus to It’s eyes Ioc became a large boulder. Ioc was blinded at well, more fully than before. It knew where Ioc would be. Ioc had no clue. It hacked, smashed, and blasted at Ioc. Ioc had not hope of counterattack. There was a small cliff near the arena, dropping about fifty feet. It lead Iioc towards that. Every time Ioc tried to teleport away, It would bring them both right back. The two of them now stood over the precepice of the cliff. Ioc was dying. Despite everything, Ioc was dying. It’s final blow was an Aon Daa and an outpowering of the Surge of Division, all delivered through a solid punch to Ioc’s sternum. The punch alone cracked the bone. And Ioc tumbled over the cliff. Ioc didn’t know what was happening until it was too late. It chuckled darkly as ioc’s body hit the rocks below, but one more boulder among many. Then, It continued on It’s way.

Ioc nodded. Once twice, then thrice. Ioc liked how well those words worked together. 'Don't do it!' Prefrontal Cortex yelled. 'You'll-' Ioc threw everything it had against the voice of reason. Prefrontal Cortex quieted, then began to whimper. Ioc ignored it. "Sure, I'll; let you go. I'll drop you off at Roshar. Is that fine?" Without waiting for an answer, Ioc laid a hand on Klasten's shoulder and teleported, landing in Shinovar. "Thank you," Ioc said with a cruel smile before snatching the piece of paper and disappearing. @Archer

Marco Polo was offended. As was the Chicken.

Ioc nodded. "I'd like that," it said. "Where is this cousin of yours? Is he a Smedry? I need to know for a project of mine. Of no consequence to anyone but myself. Where are the spatial coordinates? Tell me and we will go there," @Archer

Riathor slowly spun around. And there was Ioc. "'Ello, old bud," Ioc said with a smile. "How are things?" Riathor shifted in his stance. "Pretty good, I suppose," Ioc smiled wider. "Wonderful. Did you hear that guy announce me? G. Libre? Are you serious? I didn't even have a card," riathor nodded slowly. What to say? ~~~~~~~ Ioc was smiling on the outside, but not on the inside. 'Kill him, you fool!' The newest voice said. Ioc had named it Hope. 'I can't yet,' Subconscious muttered. Was it just Ioc or was Subconcious's voice getting quieter? 'It will create a disturbance,' Ioc laid a hand on Riathor's shoulder. "Can we have a moment alone?" Without waiting for an answer, Ioc teleported, taking Riathor with it.

Thanks!

"Sure thing," Ioc said, materializing into the box. "Now, what can you tell me about Smedrys? I've noticed your... Hushlander tendencies," Ioc paused. "Also, what the storms was happening in that basement?

That person was Rilu. "Hi," Riathor said. "Can you describe the person who was just announced? I know it's a weird request,"

Rutabaga.

Riathor smiled. He loved parties, or rather, the excuse of dressing up in fancy clothes that look supa dramatic when you Steelpush around. Plus, there was food. 'Riathor...' the attendant called out, then paused. Riathor waved to the attendant, signaling that it was alright if there wasn't a title. Riathor didn't storming want one. 'Riathor!' the attendant called out. Riathor smiled. He descended the steps to the ballroom. Then froze as the next name was called out. 'G. Leebray, It who dominates!'

"Ah, very nice," Ioc said, smiling cruelly as it stepped up behind Klasten. Ioc laid a hand on Klasten's shoulder. Then, Ioc teleported. @Archer

well... I'm here now... so...

Riathor Steelpushed to where Ioc was sitting, looking content. "What are you doing here?" Riathor asked. Slowly, Ioc turned to regard Riathor. "Why, I live here, of course!" it exclaimed. Riathor raised an eyebrow. Ioc sighed. "No, i don't live here. I'm just watching the duel," Riathor nodded a couple times, now feeling awkward. How to extract himself from this conversation? Eventually, Riathor just decided to back out slowly. As he prepared to Steelpush, however, Ioc spoke. "Unless... I have an ulterior motive, of course,"

Eventually, a Conflict arose, and Vasher had a duel with de Blob.

For being storming awesome on the RP

They made him a paper-mache balloon.

Ioc nodded. "Thanks, bud! How much would that be?"

A beaver ate another beaver that tried to eat said tree.

Well, now that you're in a wand-wavy mood, I have another character I want approved:

Riathor grinned. He licked his lips. He ate another bagel. Then he nearly choked when he saw Ioc.