I think I am here.

Behold Tars Landen, aka The Haunt.

Questions for Stick: Are you a stick?

I am back,

Max met the look, and nodded. “I agree. Any help is probably good.” He summoned Sethramir, holding it up in a two-handed grip. “We should probably get going. Sethramir won’t turn into a spren in the Cognitive Realm, so hopefully we can use it as defence in case we need to.”

“Great,” Max said, thinking. “Where is he now?”

Max looked to Althea. “How?” He asked. “He just sort of teleported out.”

We would get along. I’m not one to go on a murdering spree, but assassination? Plotting how to end someone, tricking them into springing their own trap? It’s awsome. PS. I’ve checked every PM I’ve sent. Over 90% of PMs I send people end up being assassinations. So, if you get a PM from me... run

Alask wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn’t. He felt sick. STOP! STOP! He felt mentally tortured. Why? Why was this happening. The Shade had no reaction, luckily. Blood shed only counted when you shedded others’ blood. Something like self-harm wouldn’t do anything.

As Lusk missed the knife and Walker took out a heat mace, Lusk considered husband options. He only had three Allomancy cubes left. They were his most powerful. Throwing one behind him, Lusk breathed as the Allomantic power flowed through him. Each of his cubes only did Allomancy, with the exception of his one age-cube. They each were powered by Allomancy, and they each gave Allomancy. But this cube wasn’t powered by steel, or iron, or pewter, no. This was an Atium Allomancy cube. As the Atium shadows went over Lusk, he saw where the mace was precisely headed, his Atium-enhanced reflexes allowing him to dodge. As he saw where Walker was moving next, he swung his knife, moving with the boy, to stab him.

Georgia didn’t appear to have pain at the withering, and instead she smiled, getting a dead fly and putting it on Alask. He just wanted to run. He hated this. As soon as the fly touched Alask it decomposed to a husk. The withering worked on most creatures, dead or alive, but has no effect against inanimate objects, like clothes.

Alask didn’t like being examined, like he was some test subject. He’d been a test subject before. When they’d abducted him. Put the Shade in him. Of course, the blood shed from the Hemalurgy had caused him to kill his captors and escape. Here there was no such option. As the Georgia woman edged closer, she moved her pinky towards one of the tendrils. No, don’t do that! He thought. Why would you do that! No! As her pinky touched the tendril, Alask wanted to scream as the flesh seared and Ruined in an instant, the withering going all the way over the pinky, it would continue incredibly quickly over the hand and the body of she didn’t pull out.

Alask heard the story Lena told, unable to respond. He felt uncomfortable. He felt open. Vulnerable. He couldn’t move, couldn’t hide, and everyone could see the Shade, like he was some sort of museum attraction. He continued listening, to the story of the witch and how she made the land infertile, and Lena ended the story there. That made Alask pause, then understand. There wasn’t a happy ending to every story. That Georgia woman came again, and as she started sketching Alask he immediately felt vulnerable again, unable to move. I’m not an exhibit! He wanted to yell, but couldn’t. The woman kept looking at Alask, sketching something. Taking a rat, she placed it near one of the shadow bits of darkness surrounding Alask. Against his will, the rat immediately began to wither, all of the flesh and muscles pulling to bone. All that was left was a fragile skeleton.

So if the Seer really is scouting for high value roles, then that gives us an advantage, right? Because it means they might be limiting their Atium usage until they can locate a high value role, to convert them. Would that imply there still might be less elims than we think?

I wonder if it would count as self-defence if we assassinated you first to prevent that.

I wasn’t kicked out...

Trust me, most of our assassinations are not like this.

Yeah, he’s more or less a normal guy who wants to do good for people, and knows if he uses his aspects probably (they’re also a sort of information-storage thing like they are in Legion) he can do more help than if he doesn’t. But that means talking to them, and some of the villains are especially interesting.

Legion is something cool. I have a character profile for a Legion guy that's just lying around, that I'll hopefully use someday, and the thing about his aspects is that instead of them each having some kind of psychosis (Ivy has Tryophobia, Tobias sees Stan etc.), each of them is a villain, though a completely different kind of villain. They're all what you would call evil, but different. So, for example, one of his aspects is an emotionless psychopath who wants to rule the city, and another is this charismatic revolutionist who takes things too far, and one's a evil scientist, pyromaniac etc.

Alask looked up and saw Lena pouring some liquid in his mouth. Dangerous. Hadn't she seen the Shade back at the building? This was dangerous, crazily dangerous. But he felt the liquid in his mouth, and he realised no matter what he did, everyone would die anyway, so who cared what this liquid did. Feeling almost all control being ripped from his body, Alask forced himself to swallow the liquid before he lost autonomy completely. ~~~ The transformation was complete. It happened everytime the Shade got mad. It didn't like being mad. Of course, at any time the Shade could've ripped it's way to control Alask, any moment, but the occasions where people broke the Rules were really the only times the Shade cared to do so. It was so simple. Don't run at night. Don't kindle flame. Don't shed blood. So simple, and yet people broke them. They would pay. As it felt tendrils of dark swarmed across it, seeing with its red eyes, featureless face, it stood up, growling, ready to pounce. It saw the woman in front. The Shade usually went after the original blood-shedder first, but this woman was in the way, almost too easy to wither. Still growing, it lunged at her. Nothing happened. It tried to pounce again, but it couldn't move. The body wasn't responding. ~~~ You genius. Alask watched as nothing happened. The Shade was in control, but nothing was happening. Paralysis. Lena had given him so,s sort of poison that restricted his movement, and if it affected Alask's body, it affected the Shade's too. Now, instead of massacring the entire ship, all Alask's Shade was doing was standing imposingly in a corner of it, tendrils waving but no actual body part moving. Alask hoped no one else would see this. Of course Lena had, but she'd also seen it at the building. Alask hoped no one else would stumble across and see him like this.

As Walker’s foot came sailing down Lusk rolled to the side, seeing the foot stomp an imprint where his head had been prior. Turning, Lusk saw the knife, his knife, strapped to Walker’s ankle. Walker had stomped down, and now Lusk was in proximity of the knife. Using it would be dishonourable, but Lusk was bored of honourable. It wasn’t like being called a lying scumbag would be anything new. Reaching out and taking out the knife from the strap, Lusk attempted to stab into the back of Walker’s foreleg, all in one fluid motion.

Woah, where is everyone? Echo! (echo, echo) So, my current suspicons are on Alvron and Lumgol, for aformentioned reasons, as well as the fact that Lumgol joined the Walin lynch and Alvron stated suspicion of others on the lynch despite not changing his vote and being the first vote on Walin.

Trying out the fire extinguisher and watching Zack get in plane, Alask was just about to take out more guards when he suddenly dropped the fire extinguisher and looked to Georgia. A sense came over him, goosebumps riddling his arm and a chill washing over him. His breathing increased and his heart went up. Another Rule break? So early after the next one? Knowing what was to come, Alask tried backing away, further and further down the large cargo plane, further away from anyone on the ship. It was better this way, but even now he knew it wouldn't help. Going back, he shot Lena a glance, his eyes enough to convey what was happening. He tried fighting it, but more and more his arms were twitching against his will, translucent blackness began covering his body, and his eyes started flickering green, and then red...

“And one granted superpowers.” “...this is why you’re not allowed near our kids.”