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  1. I think I am here.
    “Oh. No, I didn’t,” Rob said, taking it out of his pocket as he followed her out of the door. “I wanted to show it to Doc or James. Maybe after school? It seems so different from the other marbles, you know. Sometimes I think I can see something moving inside it. I didn’t want to destroy it before we know what it is. You never know, if we’ve never seen it before it could help us find a cure.” A cure to what, Shana already knew. How great would the day be, the day they could cure a bunch of Voidbringers instead of killing them? It would be nothing short of historical.
  2. I think I am here.
    “Yes,” Marcel said, casually carving into the bone. It was a simple enough seal, and while he wasn’t as good as his sister, he had enough experience to have a conversation while working on it. Once you got the idea for the seal in your head, the rest was just simply writing it down on the seal. “It’s rare, though. Very few want to learn what they see as ‘blood magic’.” He hesitated. “Well, it is blood magic, technically, but for many that means it is evil, and that is untrue. Bloodsealing, like any magic, is neither good nor bad. It all depends on the user, much in the same way Feruchemy is neither good nor bad.” He smiled and looked to Wita. “But yes, anyone can learn, if they’re willing and have enough patience.”
  3. I think I am here.
    “Not if we want us to remain secret,” Rob said, kneeled down and slipped on his own shoes. Simple, white in colour, not any of the branded things everyone at school. Rob’s policy with shoes was the same as his policy with cars. If it got him from A to B without breaking down, it was perfect. “But, maybe small Radiant pupils? I’m sure when we grow up more kids like us will come. Maybe they can be taught about us. It would be nice. And I admit I would be curious what they would be taught.”
  4. I think I am here.
    Looking to the knife Wes rolled over and scooped it off the dirt. Continuing his roll Wes brought his knife high in the air for a sharp arc towards Deteca.
  5. I think I am here.
    “Don’t flatter yourself,” Price said, looking pointedly down at his ledger, looking up, then down again as he wrote more, tried to get the logic out of his head. He was beginning to see the implications of what infinite sense-control could offer. And with these gods, it really did seem infinite. But, it’s not. Their power fluctuates. They said so themselves. But why? “There’s a limit to what you can, and can’t do. You can touch me, make me feel pain from an attack that isn’t there, but you said it yourself: the only damage will be that which is done by my reaction.” He stood up from his chair. “If you ‘punch’ me, and make me feel like I was actually punched, I wouldn’t fly backwards. I would feel pain, but you can’t create energy out of nothing. Same way that if you kicked me in the ribs, I wouldn’t break a single bone. Because there’s only feeling there. No actual impact. My body won’t break its own ribs even if it thinks they’re getting broken. Very painful, yes. But not as dangerous as it first sounds.” Looking back down Price paused when he saw he’d written something else down Sensation had said. He said he could read emotions? But that’s not something regular people with the Instincts can do. But, the Instincts are just supposed to be smaller versions of the gods’ powers themselves.
  6. I think I am here.
    “You can buy a decent amount of expensive things with just one bead,” Wes said. “That valuable.” To his memory, it used to be because it was incredible as a metal to burn, making a Mistborn unstoppable. As far as he could tell, over time the reason for its value had shifted from being powerful to being rare. And powerful, Wes corrected himself, atium still made a Mistborn unstoppable and was a catch-all as a spike, it was just that it’s value had only increased with its rarity. “We should have the government have it then!” Wes said when he thought of an idea. “They can use it for good stuff, and they aren’t even a private organisation so they won’t use it for evil things. That’s fair, right?” —- You should destroy the crystals, Max replied, remembering old books on warfare. This wasn’t warfare yet, but be careless and it soon could evolve in that direction. And war was definitely something Max didn’t want. If they keep generating atium, it will be a constant source for conflict. Destroy the crystals, so then only the atium currently produced is around. Then... Max paused, tried to think. A squadron of Canton operatives would surely be a sign of something aggressive. Maybe even pushing it too far. If he was going to need someone down there, it would have to be a small group, nothing too threatening. I’ll be there, he said. Make sure nobody starts a war in that time, please? Love you, Max.
  7. I think I am here.
    “A doctor.” I repeat. It all sort of makes sense. A doctor. But I know the world, I know it isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, more like smoke and ash clouds, but still, a doctor. An evil experimenter, perhaps? Or a fraud? But I know he can’t be what he’s expecting me to think: a normal, happy-go-lucky who heals people out of the goodness of their heart. From the alley I come from, no one survives a day without getting red on their ledger. This world can’t be so different. “My observation must be getting rusty,” I say. Unless doctor is a codeword? I haven’t been here long enough to acclimatise to this town’s criminal slang. Like all criminal slang, it changes from region to region. One man’s insult is another man’s compliment, depending on the word, tone, location and a bunch of other things. But the thoughts of who exactly Raphael is, underneath that cleanliness mask he projects onto the world are derailed by another train of thought, one that slowly more and more momentum in my head. Raphael may have been here a short amount of time, but he still knows things about this place I don’t. Which, while unfortunately puts him at an advantage, means its easier to get him to talk. “They plan to build a city here?” I ask. It doesn’t make sense. And it wouldn’t be good. Why change this place when it already seems to be doing a fine job of housing the locals. “Why?”
  8. I think I am here.
    “I care,” Price interjected, from his position at his desk. He needed the gods here, in this room. Only then could testing really be done. And if curiosity and interest was the only thing keeping them from exiting, then so be it. He’d have to play to that advantage. But for now, there was a verbal sparring match ensuing, and he needed to take a page from his boss’ book. Establish authority. Sharply he looked to Sensation. “It’s Research and Development. And frankly, I think you’re bluffing. Because the truth is,” Price looked at his ledger, flipping through notes scribbled into the corners. “You’re Sensation. You control feelings. According to what I’ve observed, your unparalleled control over feelings is your own ability. So no, you wouldn’t be able to kill me as easily as you make it sound. In fact, I don’t even think you could lay a finger on me with guards around. Because in the end, all you do is make illusions. And illusions are harmless.”
  9. I think I am here.
    “Find anything interesting?” Sinclair said, entering the room with a bunch of files, which he threw on his desk, the one adjacent to Knight’s. They were all records of instances where suspicion could be raised in the existence of ROAR. And while the organisations did a good enough job of staying secret, someone had to be there to clean up the messes that often occurred, make sure no one knew of what was happening here. Walking beyond his own desk Sinclair leaned forwards and looked at Knight’s screen over his shoulder. Two HOWL agents. “Nights,” he cursed.
  10. I think I am here.
    Wes felt thankful as the Rightahand stepped closer, posture firm, and consciously he moved closer as well, when he felt protected by the gesture. It seemed everyone was looking at this atium like it was a mouse and they were all cats. Except a couple people. Like the other Wes, she always seemed to understand how Wes felt, and Correte, although Wes had to tear his wide eyes away when she brought out her bloody arm. Blood brought up unpleasant memories of the past few caves. Of Myriad. “Maybe we can just leave it here?” Wes asked quietly to everyone. “If everyone pretends it didn’t exist and we just move on, no one has to fight? —-x—- Max cursed. Then he cursed again. God Beyond, he said. It was a lot of atium. Thinking he paused, wondered how to go about this. Every second wasted was another second the other guilds had an advantage. If I send operatives we can have a clean extraction of the atium before other guilds, and then we can peacefully discuss. Or, you could agree to split it equally among the guilds?
  11. I think I am here.
    “Maths I can understand is hard,” Rob said, finishing his cereal. “I find all that stuff about triangles pretty confusing. But there’s other subjects, like science. You’re good at science. Surges are all on scientific concepts, right?” Standing up he placed his bowl in the sink and picked up his own backpack. It was pretty light, only a few textbooks. “And Humanities. Which is pretty straightforward.”
  12. I think I am here.
    “You’ll get a sword soon enough,” Price said, grateful when she removed her arm as a guard walked by. “Of course, test subjects are never allowed weapons, let alone a sword, but this base doesn’t even think you’re a test subject. They think you’re some kind of bodyguard from how I said you were with me on the street. Which, although is lying to the national government,” he tilted his head to one side. “Has it’s perks.” Sighing he entered the testing room again, looked at those here. “Hello,” he said, walking to his ledger and shooting the guards who were stationed there away. “Sagitta knows, by the way. So I would drop the nice act now if I were you,” he said, noticed Sensation for the first time. Hadn’t he always been there? These halls were really making Price lose his mind.
  13. I think I am here.
    “Yes, the ending marks go in the middle, but we’ll do that later,” Marcel said, calmly carving into the stamp. “First there’s the condition. Then what the condition is. Then, what the stamp will do when the condition is correct. In this case... we’ll have it flash. Is that —” Sitting up he remembered her flashbacks. The seal only reminded her of fire when it flashed. “We’ll have it glow, once,” he said. “Not flash. Does that work?” He said, carving the sigils and trying to smile in a calming way.
  14. I think I am here.
    “Don’t say that. You’ll do fine.” Rob said, eating his cereal and sitting at the dining table. “You are smart. You helped with debating, isn’t Ben helping with math? You’ll definitely pass. And there’s no way you’ll die,” he joked. “I don’t think any Voidbringer could come close to matching how you fight.”
  15. I think I am here.
    “Good question,” Aoryen said. “I guess this would be the only way, then.” “Deal!” He exclaimed to the boys, who snickered and nodded. Quickly they got out their own set of Colour Cards, shuffled them and handed some to the group. “I hope you’re ready to lose,” they sneered.
  16. I think I am here.
    I watch Raphael talk. With tin the world rolls out to me in vivid black and white, the red wine cutting through my vision, like the colour of blood. He seems happy, relaxed. I wonder if he’s going to keep dancing around the topic he brought me here for, or whether he’ll get to the topic. But maybe it’s a statement. Maybe he knows what I’m expecting, and is showing his power by going against that. Rusting gangsters. “I’m new in town,” I say honestly, because I know he’ll probably catch me on a lie. “I haven’t been around long enough to check out places to eat,” I say, taking out a cigarette. “But I’ve never let myself get caught up in what’s a ‘nice’ place to eat. If I’m not hungry afterwards, I won’t complain.” He called me ‘sophisticated’. Somehow my deduction is switching on him. The jovialness, the luxury, the cleanliness obsession. Maybe he’s not a gangster. Maybe he’s worse. Maybe he’s part of the feds. Or a politician. Those are the unpredictable ones, and I can’t even take those types down with a bullet. They have their own form of power, one that doesn’t require knives and gunpowder. It somehow fits better, but still not perfectly. “I came from my home alley to explore,” I say. It’s the truth, albeit oversimplified. I know that if I want information, I’ll have to trade some too. “What brought you to Sanctuary?”
  17. I think I am here.
    Wes continued to stand until his legs gave out again and he flopped to the ground, accidentally dodging the shoulder slice and becoming a tripping hazard.
  18. I think I am here.
    “I guess I’ll just have to prepare a good sob story then,” Alask said with a grin. “Just in case.” Approaching the office of the science teachers Alask waited. “So... do we want to knock? Or wait for one of them to exit?”
  19. I think I am here.
    We have operatives in most major guilds, Max replied back, a hint of curiosity in his voice. What is it? And how big a conflict are you thinking of? —— Atium. Slowly the realisation dawned on Wes. This was an atium cache. Suddenly he stepped back, looked reverently at the geodes. He hadn’t seen this much atium ever, only a couple small beads at a time, and that, from a distance. But this was a whole horde of it. Right here. “That’s a lot atium,” he stated the obvious, looked at Althea. “Won’t so much of it mess up the economy?”
  20. I think I am here.
    Price walked with her arm slung around his shoulder. Concerned at the laugh. Concerned at Sagitta. But what could he do? ”Testing is how we control them. And a controlled god is better than a rogue one.” he kept his words. Little needed to be said. “I’m not wise,” he said. “Just stubborn.” He smiled.
  21. I think I am here.
    “I... don’t think they meant it like that,” Aoryen said, didn’t quite know how to explain it. Hesitating he looked to Ana pleadingly.
  22. I think I am here.
    “You know me too well,” Rob said and began making the same breakfast he made every day, without change. Plain cornflakes, heated milk in a simple black bowl. Perfect. He didn’t say much at the Spider-Man mention. He had always found the comparison between them and super-hero’s false. They were just kids. Superheroes... they were like an ideal, pun not intended. What ideal do I act as? Rob wondered. An ideal of stoicism? “Same,” Rob said. “But Spider-Man is perpetually stuck in high school, while we will grow. Which means fortunately, school will end one day.”
  23. I think I am here.
    Raphael. An alias, it has to be. My mind races to find all of the ways this night can end. Lots of them involve alcohol. Even more involve blood. I watch as he poses his hand, then slowly lean forward to shake it. The conversation has formally begun, I realise, an inevitable verbal sparring match I’ll lose. But, maybe I can get some business out of it. That, or I’ll have a gangsters hideout to bust. “Sloane,” I say, introducing my own name. If I want business, there’s no reason to go anonymous. Not like he doesn’t know my entire family history. He said just doing formalities, I’m sure. Soon, the real conversation will begin. But if this man wants a light chit-chat before the heavy stuff, then that I will give him. He interests me, this man. Though I’m sure he belongs to some gang I’m unsure where I’d place him. “A pleasure to meet you too,” I say. He introduced me to the bartender as his friend. I always found ‘friend’ a strong word. Too strong. “It’s been a while since I’ve met someone new in a bar.”
  24. I think I am here.
    “Yeah. Logic and arguments,” Rob said. An elsecaller would be better than him. Well, practically everyone would be better at debating than him. But Rob liked it. And that was that. And when they get emotional - let them run against a wall. Serves them right, he thought, but quickly dispelled the thought. It had been a long, long time since he’d ever criticised anyone else for showing emotions. He hadn’t only tried to apply his standards to himself. If only the same could be said for his father. “And I won’t let them cow me. Guaranteed.”
  25. I think I am here.
    Wes nodded at the other Wes’ expression. She understood too. All of the newer ones here did. Himself, Allri, he didn’t know how new the other Wes was but she certainly didn’t command the room around with the authority the Righthand or the Director did. And yet, himself, Allri and the other Wes were the only ones who cared. Taking a small drink of the water, Wes offered it back and turned sharply at some discovery the team had made. Crystals? Blue crystals. Seeing his Kalea move to the familiar surroundings Wes wondered what it was. It had to be something important, by the way everyone was acting around it. “What, What do blue crystals mean?” He asked.
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