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  1. “...Ok?” Csilen said, on edge. “What do you want me to do?”
  2. “The purpose was to remove...” Wes looked to his notes. “Dusk’s army before it became a threat. And if I remember, it was us Ghostbloods who ultimately incapacitated Dusk’s Fiend monster, allowing Mac to remove it.” He looked at Terrel, slightly confused. “Um... I don’t think I can comment on that.... I don’t think he did?” he looked to Althea with wide eyes and shrugged.
  3. The girl started to walk away. “Aye, okay, you go then,” Lusk said. “And tomorrow, same time, we’ll meet here. And I want to see you actually have some stuff prepared, because tomorrow’s when you start your sparring.” He cracked his knuckles (he’d never believed what they’d said about arthritis) and scartahced the top of his head, wondering what to do now. He stepped back, and walked out of the door as well. He was hungry.
  4. It was hot. Wilhelm rubbed his face in the heat. Wearing long sleeved shirts and trousers was hardly ideal, but he doubted he’d get any good looks if he took some off. He was a mess, at least this way he could hide some of the more uglier aspects of him. And obviously his Southern Scadrian fluffy coats and trousers suited for the cold were suffering heavily in the current weather. Licking his lips, he turned to a building, and some food people. They were people. He had to remember that. He licked his lips again and waddled forward, rubbing some sweat off of his forehead. “Hullo,” he said to the main person in his South Scadrian accent. There was another lady here too, the type that looked better with pepper than salt had multicoloured hair. Wilhelm could never wrap his mind around that. Though he had made wraps of other people’s minds. Disgusting, he thought. I’m disgusting. Thinking about eating people, I’m not like that. I’m better. Snapping the distant look from his eyes he looked to what appeared to be the main man and made a small point to the building. “I think I’d like to enter.”
  5. “But they all have reasons!” Wes squeaked. Some acolytes looked to him. He gulped. He needed to remember he was a representative of the Ghostbloods. A great guild. Here to represent them. An honour. He took a little breath and tried not to be intimidated by the scary people around him, especially now that that Ciera lady wasn’t around to speak for the Ghostbloods either. “No matter how violent, every attack had a reason, correct?” Even as a teenager, he’d always thought his voice was childish. “Every single attack, from invading smaller guilds for resources to disbanding the Rogues to the Seven Day War, it was for a reason. Our founder started the war because he wanted to attack the Worldspike, and for good reason. He - our attacks may be often, but they are hardly ever unjustified. So what do we get from attacking some random church, preaching some random stuff? None! We’re practical assassins not the bloodthirsty abominations you guys set upon that very same war, acolyte.” That was good. Turn it against him. Wes looked at the note and watched around to see the Righthand staring back at him. He gulped. She was always a scary one. He nodded quickly, and mouthed the words they’re scary, pointing to the DA people.
  6. Hello! Something we need to remember here, is for the first time this isn’t a game. There are spambots, and if we don’t stop them, Chaos will ban us all. We’ve all played this game, we know how it goes. Now we have to use these skills in the real world! Against real threats like Vishkaran and Babaji. This is real! And the entire forum depends on us, the SE subforum!
  7. Probably because as a mailman, he needs to deliver. So he could pretty much float over oceans and the like. An all-terrain mailman.
  8. Max looked ahead blankly. A kid, dead. If only he’d fought more instead of Rioting, maybe he’d be able to kill the man before he got up. But he knew, that that was over. And now there was another kid like him, a kid without a sibling. Only, Max hadn’t taken revenge for Mara’s death, had he? No, he’d just walked off. He stopped the Riot on everyone around him, returning them to their normal emotions. “I’m sorry,” he said to Silph.
  9. “No,” Wes said absently, then realised he was the only Ghostblood representative left. Well, he’d better represent them well, then. Sitting up straighter he cracked his knuckles and rolled up his sleeves, a Ghostblood tatoo now able to be seen on his right bicep. “The Ghostbloods call for efficiency. If possible, I would like a summarised version of what exactly I’m supposed to be voting on. Minus any bias, of course.” Professional. He could pull off professional. Though those DA lawyers made his professional face look childish...
  10. How, though? He wrote back to Marianne. As for speed, maybe she’s a steel runner or coinshot? He thought about it for a second, then wrote. Or she got on the train and killed everyone else without remembering it. “That’s okay,” He said to the lady. It seems she really didn’t remember. “Do you have any Allomancy or Feruchemy?”
  11. Journal, 1,083rd day, I found Greenhara. There’s a saloon here, too. Some lady knows about the kid. The kid is going well. This place doesn’t take well to Rusters. I wonder how they’d think of the baby I have now. If there’s any place she can survive, it has to be here, right? The greenest of places, where the rust doesn’t spread. Enough, - Hargreaves. Gant finished his journal entry and snapped the small book shut. The baby was still sleeping, and Gant had woken up early. His early exhaustion from travel to Greenhara had worn out. Exiting the room, he took one last look at the sleeping baby and closed the door behind him. The baby would be fine. Walking down the steps he went back to the bottom floor, to see if there was anything interesting to be done.
  12. “Well, that’s a bloody relief,” he said sarcastically. “But everyone dies eventually, so get used to the fact you will too someday.” He stood up, didn’t offer her a hand up. “Now, I want to you start on what I said. Start making a routine, then age and practise with that.”
  13. Csilen nodded or Marianne and wrote something of his own down, showing it to her. Agreed. I hate people who switch personalities at the drop of a hat. Right psychos, they are. He didn’t know whether he could portray sarcasm across text, but he hoped he could. He gave her a flat look, and tapped more Connection, targeting it at the old lady. His words came out in an Elendel inner octant dialect, and his actions became calm and kind to the lady. Gently he rested a hand on her shoulder. “I’m not going to lie,” he said. “We have your granddaughter right outside this room. We came prepared, you see. We just said we didn’t know so you’d talk, but I promise if you can tell us how you got here so fast,” he dropped his voice to a whisper. “We can show you your granddaughter.”
  14. Yeah, but since Australia doesn’t exist either, then I guess I don’t exist in two layers.
  15. I once thought that too, and then things like this happen: And the universe is thrown in disarray. Hence my username. I only think I’m here.
  16. Welcome! I see you are confident in your existence, which is great! Some of us aren’t.
  17. I’ll put in my two cents and say the greater good is subjective. The master-computer in iRobot thought it was doing things for the greater good. So if Kel does something, no doubt it will be something he thinks is perfectly fine and for the greater good, but that doesn’t mean it’s not some bad deed disguised through his perception.
  18. Csilen could see where this was going. Ressurection, in return for loyalty. And loyalty to what, he did not know. “Why haven’t you offered this to others,” he said. “And I’m curious as to what cause you need someone like me to support.”
  19. “Impossible,” Csilen said. “How would I do that?”
  20. Csilen was interested. Silently, he nodded. “And what is that?”
  21. Max reeled back at the bullet thato slashed his cheek. Finally, it seemed the fighting had ceased. Max brought a hand to the wound and held it up, it was covered in blood. “Thank rust its over,” Max said quietly, then shut his eyes in pain. Talking hurt, with the bullet wound. He signalled to Silph with the hand sign technique they all could use. Can’t talk // check trainees?
  22. Csilen moved in front of her and firmly planted himself on the ground. “And you aren’t getting out of this room.”
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