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    Ignore this. It was incorrect, as further research shows.
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    Necromancer seems cool. It be cool if he ever fought Lusk, who can control his own age so he could reverse any changes. As for vigilantism I think it’s cool. Alask’s section of the one year interval says he’s become a sort of vigilante as well. Though mainly around Alleycity ruins than anything else. They could team.
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    Patrick looked at himself, with the plate and blade, the crest he displayed proudly. “Braver than I’ve ever been,” he said honestly. He didn’t feel like he was useless, like he was trash, a loser. He felt like he belonged. He saluted, though he wasn’t sure if he did it right.
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    Patrick nodded quickly, rising. His natural skin tone could finally be seen now that he wasn’t completely pale, and he accepted the blade answer plate reverently. “...Thank you,” he said to the Queen. He bowed again. She had shown him kindness, helped him. “You truly are best suited to rule Newcago.”
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    Patrick went down and knelt in front of the Queen. He was being positioned in the court! He began taking deep breaths again, though for the first time, it was in excitement, in relief. “I swear, Your Majesty,” he said, kneeling. He would defend Newcago’s honour.
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    The kid nodded. The Queen had shown him mercy, had not killed him. Getting out of the chair, he bowed, trying to recite the oath as best he could remember. “Your Majesty, Elsa Steelheart, First of Thy Name, Titan of Ice, Snowwarden, Frozenborn, Queen of Newcago and all Lands of the Seventeenth, I, Patrick Miller, do swear my humble, undying fealty to thee. I shall forevermore serve thee and thee alone with the utmost fervency, till last I draw breath.” He looked up, and a twinge of colour could be seen from his skin as he stopped paling. “Is that good?”
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    The kid looked up. A position in the court? He nodded slightly. “Maybe, yeah,” he said. Was there a way to escape the situation after all? “You’d... you’d offer a position to me? I thought you had to have, you know, power or talent or something. I’m only 16, well, 17 in a couple months but still.”
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    “Just, you know,” the kid said. He took his head out of his hands to run a finger across his neck, then point at himself. “I said. What with Dave? Even if he comes, I lose the dare, the rest of the school treats me like trash. I mean, they already do, but then dragging a popular kid to the Queen? It’s, it’s suicidal.”
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    The Queen walked closer and the kid tried his best to resist squirming in his seat. Help. She wanted to help. “How?” He managed to say. He buried his head in his hands. What had he done in even coming here? “I can’t see how. Maybe the best thing would really be to just end it quickly with that blade.”
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    The boy, who had only just started to turn into anything but pale white, paled again. Had the Queen had enough? “Yes, um, Your Majesty.” He sat down and immediately sank into the chair, grateful to not be standing. He began to freak out more confidently now, without the risk of fainting.
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    The kid faltered. It was taking all his effort to even stand. “I - I mean it’s not just that, it’s everyone, do you know what I mean? Doing or saying anything to Dave will just make all the rest of Newcago Senior High hate me more. I’m, I’m a loser over there, you know? I’m sorry Your Majesty,” he did a little bow. “I don’t mean to be an annoyance.”
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    Itiah looked at drink curiously. Well, it sure looked like if there was any drink that looked like it could help him, it was this. He took the glass and held it up. Was it even real, though? Maybe was just a figment of somebody else’s imagination. And this was a perk. “To existence,” he said, downing the entire drink and placing it on the countertop. He closed his eyes, and felt drowsy. And good. Storms, the drink was good. The taste and the coolness still stuck on his tongue as he began to lose touch of reality, to drift. He opened his eyes and smiled, but then closed his eyes again and quietly enjoyed the sensation. He was drifting. Could you imagine that? Could you imagine the feeling? No. Which meant the feeling was the only real thing in his life, his field of dreams. But if the feeling was real, the drink was, which meant the mixer was. And the mixer had interacted with the bar, and the bar was real and she’d interacted with Itiah which meant... what did that mean? He was real? But... the logic was flawless. He smiled, and his eyes widened. He was real! Because, a feeling like this couldn’t be replicated, it cut through his haze like a knife and he laughed. “Thanks,” he said, placing a skymark tip on the counter and basking in the new feeling, of decisiveness in his existence.
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    “Uhh,” the kid said. “I thought you were just going to kill me? But, uh, he’d probably beat me up, and then laugh, and then maybe read the note,” he said. “No, no, he’d get the note read to him. By one of his real friends. He’s a bit like that.” But a note wasn’t going to help his situation.
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    “Uh, uh, my friend,” he choked out. He was going to be bullied anyway, no point stopping now. “Not really my friend though. He just pretends, but he teases, and, and shuns me, like everyone else. And, he gave me a dare.” He nodded to the note and felt lightheaded. “Dave B. This was how I’d get respect, he’d said.” He was facing such a harsh beating from Dave and his friends. That, and then they would take photos. Spread it. The kid was done either way.
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    The kid gulped, and everything went black for a second before he picked himself up and forced himself to remain conscious. This was it. It was either death or being publicly humiliated the rest of his life. Not great options, but he knew what he’d pick. Slowly, he lifted the piece of paper and showed to her. On it was written the details of the dare. To go to the Newcago Court and say he was better off for the throne, otherwise his life would be ruined by the others at school. He was about to faint, he was barely holding onto any semblance of consciousness. “S-sorry.”
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    The 16 year old was freaking out inside. He was freaking out outside. His Physical, Cognitive and Spiritual selves were all storms-scared. He began to hiccup. Uncontrollablly. No, no no! “I, Your Maj— HIC —” off to a great start. His hiccups echoed around the court. “Have found I am — HIC — more capable at — HIC — the throne than you because,” He looked to the note and bit his tongue. He turned around. He had to leave. He had to run. But... he couldn’t. He had a lot riding on this dare. He turned back to the Queen. “Because I am smarter, and — HIC — stronger, and, uh, more — HIC — powerfuler than you?” he spoke with the confidence of a dead rat with the confidence spiked out by the dark alley.
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    Wes nodded. “Lifestyle, drinking a lifestyle,” he repeated. “Sounds like a fun lifestyle!” He exclaimed, then shut up again. “And you said know it all. That’s great. I also think the same! Did you know water freezes at 0 degrees Celsius? And, and, and Cerrobend, that’s Bendalloy in case you— nevermind, but it’s also called Pewtalloy, despite being an a Cadmium alloy. And did you know my middle name’s Jackson? I get it after my grandad, who was a Mistborn, like you.”
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    Max watched as Hellbent walked away, feeling a bit empty inside. As Hellbent ran, Max raised an arm in his direction. He could Riot him, enhance the power. He could Riot him until he cried, Riot until he felt was fear. Play with his mind, toss it around like a ball of yarn, control it. And he’d have no defence. He’d have no Investiture to counter it. All it would take was one, large, supertapped pull. He put his hand down, let Hellbent run off without a word. Deep breaths. In, out. He was in control of his emotions.
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    It is. We have a couple free-form RPs on the site, all Sanderson related, though an Avatar one would be fun. I guess all you’d have to do is make a sign up page in the RP section, then do it all in a PM.
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    Max nodded. “Thanks,” he said as Devaan closed his eyes and reopened them. His posture changes somewhat, and his overall demeanour. Hellbent must have taken over, as Devaan had said. “You damnation boy,” Hellbent said, walking away. “Hey!” Max yelled as Hellbent walked, cupping his hands around his mouth for extra effect. “Your daughter killed my sister, so the feeling is mutual!” With that he left to go back to the wedding. He found that Lusk was missing fortunately, and continued staying around. He’d look for the black book after.
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    Max thought about what Devaan said. No Investiture? Devaan was a master with his magic. And he was without it. Still a rust-good fighter though, he thought. Even if Devaan was without Investiture, Max still respected him deeply. And he was so, so glad to have him back. “Fabrials and epic-tech,” Max said. “We can get that.” To the question of the black book he shook his head. “No idea, what is it?”
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    Wes nodded. “Yes, a Ghostblood,” said, rubbing his feet together underneath the table. “I don’t get out much though, I’m an underling.” He heard what the mistborn asked. Hobbies. “I like collecting chess pieces,” he said. “Very nicely decorated pieces, from all sorts of sets. People drop a lot of things in the labs,” he said. “I also like collecting Cerrobend, that’s Bendalloy in ca—” he realised he’d already said that and stopped. “Yes. What about you? Hobbies? I think drinking for you, not to offend.”
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    The Queen rose and summoned a Shardplate and the 16 year-old literally trembled in front of everyone, still paling. “I’m sorry, Queen— Your Majesty aah! I mean, sorry. And...” he held the piece of paper in front of him. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. He couldn’t lose this dare. He’d already been ridiculed at shoot, and everyone thought he would back out of his dare. But he was considering it now. “Que— Your Majesty,” he said, still slowly reading off the note. So cold! “I believe I should get the throne because,” he almost fainted at what he had to say. Why in the Cosmere would he agree to this?! “Because I am objectively better than you?” His voice was a squeak. He was going to faint. He knew it. Drop unconcious. Then be teased at school. He was still trembling, he couldn’t even hide it.
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