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Yup! Anyway, the PM is now up, but if anyone still wants to sign up, you still can, by posting in this thread.

“Not really, but —” and the three teleported away. Csilen scoffed and looked to an officer. “They just interrupted me in the middle of what I was going to say. Rude.” He looked into the sky, and slowly relinquished his Connection, became normal, average. Unremarkable. But Csilen was not average. He stored Connection, becoming cold, vicious. “I want our constable-perimeter, except isolated to a 100 meter radius of this point. Now we know their general area.” He paused. “And this time, kill them as painfully as possible.”

Csilen smiled. “But, you guys are fugitives, which, correct me if I’m wrong, are wanted across multiple cities.” He shrugged. “As much as I really don’t want to resort to vioence, I still have to catch you, and in all honesty, I think you’ll find being caught by me is better than... the other guy.” He looked at the woman and targeted Connection at her. Maybe she could say something.

Csilen immediately went back into the crowd of constables, letting someone else take the net. He emerged out of the group again while the caught constable tried cutting the net himself with his knife. “Look, I would really prefer, if we didn’t try this stuff, if that’s okay?” He said. “Because, I mean, I much prefer my current psyche now to the, uh, alternative.” He smiled, though it was a nervous smile. A bullet whizzed, and almost hit him, and the male fugitive shouted. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” Csilen said genuinely, but still kept the Connection up. “Believe me, I really don’t want to give you uncomfort, but if you just come with us we can make it go away.”

Somebody dropped. “Hey! Hey!” Csilen shouted, running to the bleeding man, but he was already dead. When someone died, it was bad, especially when you were Connected to them. Csilen stood up. “You know, we can solve this without violence,” he said. “And yes, I did order to shoot you, but I wasn’t really thinking straight at the time, but now, I am.” He channeled Connection at them. They were friends with him. Old time friends.

They’d found someone. Csilen pushed through the small group of constables, to the front. The fugitives were definitely here, both the man and the woman and someone else. Csilen remembered their faces and smiled, putting his pistol down. The officers around him still had theirs up. “Hi!” He said, tapping Connection, trying to Connect to them, like they were friends of his. “First I want to say I am so sorry, about,” he gestured around. “This whole fiasco. You guys look tired. Maybe you can come to the station, and we can talk calmly about this? If you don’t resist than it’s possible you might not even get a death penalty. How good does that sound?” He was genuinely nice now, not just acting. An officer around him raised an eyebrow.

Another megaphone. Csilen took it from his lower ranking officer and stood on top of a building, officers behind him. “Attention, citizens!” He said. Though it was hard to get authority through his regular, tired self, the megaphone amplified it enough. “The village is now under a state of quarantine under the Elendel Constabulary. We now know of fugitives in the area, and ask to give us their location if sighted.” It wasn’t working. He needed more authority. Hesitatingly he stored Connection. “If it is discovered you are harbouring these fugitives you will be shot on sight. If you lie to us about them you will be shot on sight. If you conduct business with them you will be shot on sight. If you try to leave without proper authority you will be shot on sight. And if you question our authority, shot on sight. Thank you in advance for your cooperation.” He turned to the officers behind him, they looked mortified at their new orders to shoot people on sight, but what could they do? They weren’t in charge. Csilen was.

“Rust and Ruin!” Csilen exclaimed, looking to where the people had just been. He’d just managed to get to the scene of the crime. “They’re not here,” his leading officer said. “You’ve led us on a wild goose chase, officer. We go back to base now.” “I know they’re here!” Csilen said. “I just saw them, they teleported -” “We go back to base. That’s a direct order, Csilen.” Csilen, sighed, and nodded silently. “That’s what I thought. Rusting Csilen. When will you learn your place? I’m the leader here, not you. Bloody Connector.” They were alone, in an alley. Csilen walked after his leader quietly, his tail between his legs. The fugitives were here. And his officer was letting them run. Squeezing his eyes shut, he stored Connection. He became something else. Apathetic. Emotionless. Calmy he shot his leading officer in the back of his head. He began to tap Connection, and suddenly he was hit with shock, he ran to his squad. “Head Officer Sinad is dead!” The extra connection made his lies more believable. “I saw him get shot by the fugitives.” Which meant as second in command, Csilen was now the leader of the Constabulary unit. He stopped tapping. “Now, I want a perimeter of officers around this entire village! No one gets in or out, and we’ll slowly advance inward. Now go!”

But before he could talk, the woman dissapeared. He stopped tapping and turned to normal, almost disgusted by how happy he’d been moments earlier. His leading officer returned and Csilen gave him a shrug. The fugitives had to be here somewhere.

There was a commotion it seemed. Csilen looked just in time to see some running movement. Had the fugitives heard the announcement and bolted? Maybe he could catch them. Swerving through an alley he tapped Connection to this little village, like, he’d been born here. Suddenly, as though it was muscle memory, he knew which alleys to go through, which places to run. He found a woman running and tried to stop her. “Hey there!” he said, smiling. He was always... different when he tapped connection. He was connected to the people, he became more empathetic, nicer. “We just happened to notice you were running? Is there anything we can help you with? Could we see some identification please, ma’am?” @Dr. Dapper

If you want It’d be preferred everyone have a character bio, though you can decide whether you want to put that here or in the PM.

“Not here,” Csilen said to his leading officer, looking around the corner. “We might’ve lost them, sir.” “Impossible, they have to be here.” Csilen continued looking tiredly around, and scratched his side idly. He needed some coffee. Late nights at the constabulary often weren’t good for him. But the guys upstairs had been stretching them thin, trying to find these ‘fugitives’ or somesuch. Putting a hand to his hip he brought up a megaphone. A newer invention, something the constabulary was eager to prove worked. With a nod from his leading officer, Csilen stepped on a high point and activated the megaphone. “Attention citizens! We have reason to believe there’s fugitive activity in the area! Should you see a...” he looked down. What detail did they even have of the fugitives. “Should you see a man and a woman who look particularly shady, please do not hesitate to contact the nearest constable. Thank you for your time.” Csilen hopped off and yawned, turning off the microphone. Maybe Connection could help him.

Thanks Well, he might be someone who’s assigned to the police unit to try and track them down. Normally, he’s your average tired police officer who drinks coffee religiously, and knows he might be a little messed up mentally, and then when he taps or stores he changes.

So we’ve got one, two, three, and maybe four sign ups with Sorana, excluding me. And Sorana, if you’d be more interested in thinking of a plot, that’s great. We can discuss it in a PM, because currently I don’t have much of an idea for a plot ready . I’ll make the PM later today. And anyone who’s reading this, if you haven’t you can still sign up.

I’d be happy to join! Would this character be okay?

So then I guess if they’re killing inactives I should probably be active I third the posts about Kidpen if you want to change rollover times, and I think if the elims are targeting inactives we could probably judge the next target, I think.

Good news: I suggested a good friend of mine Brandon Sanderson, and I thought like most recommendations to others it probably won’t do anything. But a couple days ago, he tells me he read The Final Empire and loved it, and now he’s reading Well of Ascension, so that’s great! If he continues, maybe I can talk about Mistborn with him, and when he discovers it, the Cosmere.

Redatrick hand, shaking it. He’d never been on a boat before, at least, one that was out on the ocean. “Hey, Enolc,” he said in his natural Roughs accent. “Say, if I had some people chasing me do you think they’d be able to follow our ‘voyage’, as you put it?”

Max smiled, almost putting a hand to her shoulder again but stopped because of her reaction. So he instead patted her head lightly. “You’ll feel better once you learn a weapon,” he said, then looked at her wounds. “And once you get a healer.” He tried looking for an underling to help them but lots had been cleared from the area. “Maybe we can Elsecall out to wherever you put those civilians, it doesn’t look like there’s a healer here.” He knew she would probably survive, and had probably gone through worse injuries, but he still felt stabs concern at her wounds, looking at her injured. He took watch, looking around to make sure no surprise attacks occurred from any source.

“Redatrick,” Redatrick said, forcing his gaze away from the man with the spikes. He looked like Ironeyes himself. He turned to the man asking him the question. “You can shorten that to whatever you want. And who’re you?”

Lusk nodded. “Freedom.” Interesting. His parents had named him after a word too. “Now, Freedom, I want to teach you about healing.” Taking the knife, he hovered it over his forearm before hesitating and then finally making a small cut. Blood started to leak out of the wound. “Age can get rid of a wound. You can age older, to when the wound has healed to a scar. You’re lucky, when I age to heal I’m almost dead from old age anyway. If you’re injured you can store Atium and still be a suitable age for combat.” He aged as a demonstration, and suddenly he felt very old, and reached for his cane. He reached his normal age, 46. “Despite what the tables say, it’s not the best for disguises, though it can do. Usually, however, people can see the person you’ll age into on your face.”

“Of course,” Max said and touched her shoulder. Focusing he Rioted focus, alertness and a little bit of comfort, for her. “If you want to get out of here, we could probably use the gate while those two are fighting. It’s open, for some reason.”

Hello, I’m going to try and be more active, because we have more active people dying. I can somewhat understand what happened in the lynch, where Shane was double rioted, either to save Ark or frame him, or to save some other people. How many Zincminds are there? Because I have a Zincmind, but I didn’t use it for the Day voting. Would that mean there was Duralumin involved?