I think I am here.

I’d like to meet Ati before he got Ruin, because he seems like a nice guy and It’d be even sadder knowing what he would turn into.

When you have one job as a bridge but you’d rather go swimming. Woot.

@Nohadon

“Got it,” Max said, and began Rioting their hate for him, their dislike, hopefully attracting their shots to him, and off of Silph, or worse, the trainees. He jogged over to Alson but made sure not to get too close. By making himself bait, anyone around him was in danger. “You alright, kid?” He asked, and summoned Sethramir. Since Sethramir disallowed any sort of spiritual Investiture, that meant Max couldn’t use his Nicrosil Feruchemy while weilding it. So right now, he didn’t have much use. “You any good with a sword?” Max asked as he tossed Sethramir to Alson and focused on his Rioting, stoking the panthers hate for him specifically, he dashed in and out, trying not to stay in the same places lest the bullets follow.

The hostage was shot. Max swore. He was hoping that if the gang didn’t stop fighting, then at least he could convince the hostage that they didn’t care for him and would kill him too. But he had another plan. Instead of what he’d been doing before, he watched the areas where bullets and bombs seemed to be com8ng from and targeted Rioting, but a different kind. Max Rioted suspicion, distrust, paranoia, and he enchanced it. Holding u0 the body of the hostage he tried yelling to the shadows. “See? See what they do to their own people? And they’ll do it to you. As soon as you become a liability, they’ll kill you too without a second glance. Your gang aren’t your friends. They’re using you. As shown here, they’ll even shoot you!” He comtinued to Riot. Maybe, if he was lucky, he wouldn’t have to kill anyone. They’d be killing themselves.

“Thanks for the tip,” Gant said, standing up and walking to the stairs of the saloon. Midway climbing the stairs he stopped and looked back at the saloon interior. It looked safe enough. Turning back he trudged upstairs and approached his room. The key rusted only slightly at his touch, and Gant knew even if he tried to fasten it it wouldn’t do much good rusting-wise. The key still fit into the lock, and with a push Gant opened the thick wooden door, taking in the smell of rust and dust. He closed the door behind him and found the rickety single bed, a wooden frame under. Gently he laid his satchel down and picked up the child, who was sleeping. She was wrapped in a brown blanket and Gant slowly opened it, laying the bigger blanket of the saloon bed onto her. The child seemed at peace. Gant smiled and slowly laid in bed himself, kicking off his shoes.

So we have the Nicroburst girl. I feel like she could learn off of someone like a Leecher. It’s basically her power, except reversed. So I’m thinking the squad might have an experienced Leecher for her to learn off of. Lurchers don’t get enough love, and I feel like one here would be a good additon, since a coinshot seems overdone. Plus, we can see some cool uses for Ironpulling that can’t be done with steel, like spider-maning around. I’m imagining this character to be someone who’s fed up of being told Iron is not a combative power and is out to prove themselves! Chromium Ferring. It would be a nice insight into how exactly luck and Fortune work. Probably the comic relief. Lots of luck puns. Non Invested. Good knowledge on how it’s like being a non-Invested in era 3, what with all the technology. Honestly, I think those five are enough. Heck, even in Era 2 we only have MeLaan, Wax, Wayne, Steris and Marasi. But if we want to include 3 more I’d suggest they be side characters.

Gant only nodded. Trading for favours was dangerous if you didn’t know what you were doing, but he was sure he could handle it. “Where’s the keys?” He asked.

Gant eyed the man, and gently moved the satchel to the other side of him, putting him between the child and the man. He rocked the satchel a bit as well. The child didn’t like it when conflict happened.

Gant nodded, fishing into one of his satchel’s pockets. He brought out a small bottle of water, and slid it across the tabletop, his mind seeming to become more thirsty at the loss. It was one of the last bottles he had left. “How about one bottle?” He negotiated. “One bottle and a... favour should you need it.” he observed the man wearing a weird mask and another tall kid next to him and sighed.

I agree with everything Steel said. And being an elim is fun Especially a super-sneaky one nobody suspects.

“Fair enough,” he said, and began to walk to the saloon. “Thanks for the offer, and it’d be best if you didn’t mention a child around these parts either.” He pushed on the door and entered the large, wood brown building. He passed some fellers who looked like they were arguing, passed another that looked drunker than a twig and made his way to what seemed to be the front of the saloon. “How much for a room?” He inquired. “Two nights’ stay.”

Csilen looked back at her. “I don’t, but I also didn’t believe in an afterlife where I get to meet a woman with vague statements and the constublary I lead to death. What, you’re going to turn me into a squirrel or something?” @xinoehp512

Max lunged and got the man in a tight lock, pressing Sethramir at his throat. “Not my choice,” he whispered. “Panthers, stop your attack!” He yelled as loud as he could. “Or this man gets killed!”

Csilen didn’t answer, but as minutes went past, he gave in. “I feel like I failed everyone,” he said. “Not just them. Is that enough?”

“None of your concern, that’s why,” Csilen replied. “What does it matter to you?”

Lusk leaned down next to Freedom. “You okay? Don’t go flying on me here right after I’ve found you. That would be bad. You can die after I’ve trained you.” @Silva

“What if I want to die?” Csilen asked. He brought a hand to where his tears had been prior. “I didn’t blow my head off just so I could be ‘saved’. And how would you save me anyway, whoever you are.”

“Orders,” Csilen replied. “Duty to Elendel, which I exploited to kill a bunch of people.” He turned to. “If it’s not from then, then what exactly are you going to save me from?”

Csilen looked back at them, and his eyes widened. “Oh. Saviour from them, then?” He jogged over to the woman, put her between him and his men. “Fine, then. I doubt they have the nicest opinions about me.”

“None of your business,” he replied bluntly and looked to her. But of course she would know anyway what it was. Few things made the sound of a baby. He sighed. “Look, I’m not the only one who needs a bed. Why do you think I’m out here in the middle of Greenhara?”

Max nodded in appreciation to Astiel and looked towards the trainees. “Rust, didn’t account for them,” he muttered and let off the Rioting off of them. He stepped back and focused on his allies, Bel, Seb, Alson, Silph and Astiel, and began Rioting their alertiveness, courage, hopefulness. Two separate Riots going on at once, Rioting different emotions at enhanced rates at different groups. Difficult, but Max was nothing of not trained. “Cover me,” he said to Silph as he began sprinting to the shadow, focusing more and more hopelessness, docility into the one figure. If he could approach them, maybe he could take a hostage. And perhaps end the fighting.

Csilen crosses his arms. “I don’t need a saviour,” he said drily. “Best for me to get wherever the hell I need to go anyway.” He looked around, to get a grasp of where he was. “So whatever you thought you needed to save me from, ma’am, it’s nothing. At all.”

“From what you said, it seems you have the only ale in town,” Gant noted. He stepped next to her. “But a bed sounds nice, and I’ll take what I can get.” In his satchel, the child hummed a little bit. Gant gently rocked the satchel back and forth a little, hoping it would quieten it.

“No, no you don’t,” Csilen said as he raised the gun and stepped in front of her. He began storing Connection and his smirk drifted to a frown and his eyes grew icy or menacing. The effect it gave off was actively making everyone less Connected. Making him appear more detached, less likable, and less friendly. And of course, it did make him less friendly has well. “Now sit back down. We have some more questions for you.”