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    "Yeah, I'm interested!" Ioc said. "Could you do something like the teleportation Aon keyed to a certain location?" @MacThorstenson
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    Ioc slowed to a stop in the air, inches from the sorcerer chaos person. "Hey!" Ioc yelled. "What's your name?" 'Is that relevant?' Amygdala asked. 'It's rather not. It's pretty unrelevant, actually,' 'Oh, well,' Subconsious said. 'We still gotta fight, I guess. I'll learn the name later,' Before the answer was heard, Ioc shot off again towards that darn person who had thrown it. Ioc lashed itself multiple times in the Deras perosn's direction, then coated a fist in Amberite. Unless Deras dodged, which would be hard, Ioc would crash into Deras with the Amberite fist.
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    The fingernails slowed, then dissapeared. Ioc knew this meant they were travelling to fast to see, so it burst alight with stormlight, coating itself with the Surge of Division. It began to degrade but the fingernails disintegrated on impact. Ioc healed, then it searched around for any weapons it had. None of them would be cool enough. Well, Ioc would go down in a blaze of glory. It pulled out a spike, and stabbed itself through the heart. It woulkd steal Ios' Allomantic Alluminum, a power Ioc didn't really like. It healed, then stabbed itself with another spike designed to steal Ioc's feruchemical Duralumin which wouldn't be very helpful now. Then, it Lashed these far into the distance. Once they were behind Eubael, it pulled, shooting the spiked towards it and Eubael. If Eubael didn't dodge, the spikes would stick and there would be enough hemalurgy inside their enemy for Ioc to tap nicrosil and take control of Eubael. Hopefully.
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    It was the faint feint.
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    Wax fainted.
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    "Neither am I!" Ioc yelled. "Also, you realize you just undermined the Rioting I was doing? Oh, never mind," Ioc shot forward with Feruchemical speed, its hand brushing Araha's and it burned chromium, taking away her power.
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    Ioc breathed in and out with Cadmium. A storming astoid! 'I hope it's alright for me to fight back,' Ioc thought. It Lashed itself upwards, skimming the surface of the asteroid as it cleared it. 'Right,' Ioc thought. It grew huge fingernails along it's arms, then, as it swept it's arm to the side, it detached these fingernail-spikes and sent them straight at the frenemy.
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    "Why?" Ioc repeated. "Cuz I don't like your attitude towards these perfectly agreeable Space Chaos people. Yall need to be nicer," 'Uh...' Prefrontal Cortex said. 'Didn't these Chaos people just take hostages?' 'SHUT UP!' said Amygdala. Ioc looked toward the other person, who was taking a ChayShan stance. "Really?" Ioc asked. "ChayShan? It's one of the weakest powers in the Cosmere!" Ioc frowned. "Not that it isn't awesome, but still," Ioc began pulling on their emotions, hopefully to make them more considerate to people who were already beaten. @Cyanic
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    And since Marasi couldn't actually eat a kandra, MeLaan won the contest.
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    Ioc sighed. It stood from where it had been leaning against a wall in the shadow. It walked over to where the fight had been. "Ya know," it said, "I'm always late to these kinds of things. I always have to help heal," Ioc knelt and used the Surge of Progression to heal a fallen Chaos person who wasn't quite dead. "You know what I have to do?" It asked. "I have to start another fight," Then, it tapped Speed and ran up to where Araha and Deras pinned down the Sorcerer, and slammed a fist into Deras' face. @Cyanic
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    So Marasi attempted to eat MeLaan as well.
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    Ioc saw the one man, named Mac, turn with a wand in his hand. 'Silly guy,' Ioc thought. 'We're not in that world,' Then, Ioc saw the Aon. Made into the wood. It yelped, then stood from where it had been doing a head stand, and approached Mac. "Hey," Ioc said, "How'd you make an Aon into an object?" @MacThorstenson
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    Ioc thought. 'You know what?' he thought. 'I wanna see what this guy can do. Not for any malicious reason, but I wanna see him throw a planet. What a sight,' Ioc pulled out another paper and wrote another message. 'Ya know, I know I'm beat, but I wanna see the full extent of your abilities cuz they sound awesome. Could we fight, for, I dunno, like five more minutes?' the paper read. 'You strike first,'
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    Ioc tried to speak, then realized it couldn't cuz there was no air. So, it took a slip of paper from it's pocket and a pen from it's other pocket, and wrote a question. 'Where would we go if I surrendered?' the paper asked.
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    Ioc thought the drink it wondered would be good, but it hadn't tasted that particular type before.
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    Ioc lifted itself on it's pinky finger. This would be impressive, but it was obvious by the stormlight leaking from it that it was currently nearly weightless. It ignored the fight, but told itself that if anyone, except the waitor, of course, so much at made the air whoosh anywhere near Ioc, there was gonna be trouble. For them.
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    So, they examined the creature, searching for any sign that would release them from having to pay their bet.
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    "OW!" Ioc said. 'OW!' said Somatosensory Cortex. "I-" Ioc said, then paused. It needed to confront Yzabet, but it seemed it's mental voices were back up. 'Now you guys wake up?' Subconscious said. 'I could have used you at that grass place,' 'Sorry,' said Prefrontal Cortex. 'Something influenced us. It was like each of us had, like, a million bottles of that Herdazian stuff,' 'A worthy analogy,' said Association Cortex, 'But we still hate your guts,' 'I DON'T HAVE GUTS!' Prefrontal Cortex complained. 'I'M AN IMAGINARY PERSONALITY FOR A BRAIN!' 'Shut up, all of you,' Subconscious said. 'We still need to confront that person who punched us,' Ioc looked around, and found that Yzabet was no longer around. She did things surprisingly quickly. Ioc sighed. "Well," it said aloud, "At least I got to punch someone. I think it's time to go," Ioc stood still for a second. Then, it dissipated in a flash of beige...
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    Ioc started bouncing up and down from it's position on it's head, then began chanting that '100 bottles of pop' song.
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    Ioc's fist was caught. Storms. Ioc had yet to learn that just because something looked cool didn't mean it had to work. Then, it's arm broke. As in, it shattered. All of Ioc's hard work that went into growing it's own limb was gone. Along with, of course, the limb itself. In addition, Ioc was thrown back, it's beige body cracking, then cracked more as everything froze. What the heck? Who was this? Ioc was the most powerful it had been in centuries. And this being caught it's fist. 'Fine,' Ioc thought. 'Time to potentially die,' Ioc dissipated in a cloud of smoke. It reappeared near the enemy. Ioc's plan was to dissipate it's fist, and only it's fist, punch the enemy in the face with said fist, then reform the fist inside the enemy's face. Ioc wouldn't mess up. It would be vulnerable for, at most, a couple seconds before the plan was finished. But Ioc din't know the creature. Perhaps the plan would fail. One way to find out.
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    The chance was that the spaceship would turn into a butterfly. The spren each bet fifteen dollars that it would.
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