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  1. I think I am here.
    Cheh has stayed silent up to now. But now, it seemed he had to oblige the woman, being, whatever she was. “Who... who are you?” He asked John. “This Light-Magic woman seems to care a lot about you, you know a lot, you brought all of us here... we’ve been chased every inch of our little adventure. Surely you’re more important than you want to let on?”
  2. I think I am here.
    “Now, now,” Aoryen said, appearing from behind one of the statues, arms crossed. “I’ll have to say, I’m mighty curious as to these youths you say.” He looked around, frowning. “Can’t see the barber-girl though. Ah, I don’t know how she’d be able to be helpin’ anyway. But still... we mustn’t leave her behind. Sailor’s Code, you know.”
  3. I think I am here.
    “You...” Price began, then shook his head quickly. No. “No,” he said. “I should have Negation erase this whole conversation, this whole - no, I won’t tell you.” He crossed his arms, mind racing at her words. Without Sensation they would be nothing. She still had the strong faith. What would happen to her without it? Without the belief? No, Price wouldn’t do that to her. Slowly he shook his head, wanted to tell her the truth so badly. But, no, he couldn’t. “You’d just be happier if you forgot, end of story,” he said. A compromise. He’d leave it to her. A choice. That way, he couldn’t blame himself for anything bad that had happened. He wouldn’t repeat his mistake and assume. “Wouldn’t you want to be happy and know a lie, than miserable and know the truth? Because that’s what this is, that’s what you commit yourself to if you want the truth.” But please don’t ask for the truth, he said quietly to himself. It would be painful stating the familiar fact: that the gods didn’t care. Not one bit.
  4. I think I am here.
    “You’re right,” Rob said. School never waited. Reality was often at odds with their abilities. “Tomorrow’s the moment of truth. My debating speech,” he said, closing the door slowly. “Wish me luck.” Closing the door, he stopped half way through. “And don’t worry about anything happening to me. I’ll be fine.” And with that the door shut, and Rob once again switched off the lights, collapsed onto his mattress again. This time, he had no trouble sleeping when Cup was beside him, the dark sphere still in his pocket, pulsing...
  5. I think I am here.
    It’s one of those nights. One of those nights a man can go missing and everyone would know he was murdered, because it’s one of those nights. Scratchy sounds of urban life invade my ears as dark shadows stalk the backalleys, and the soft haze of a settlement-turned-cynical lingers in the air like cigarette smoke. Small lanterns pave the path I walk, spitting their faint light against the oppressive darkness that surrounds. Maybe if the engineers had placed the lanterns closer together the path would’ve been brighter, but as it stamds each small light is it’s own bubble in the dark abyss. Just like the people now, I muse to myself. Scuttling around this concrete playground, ambitions all up high but each as alone and defenceless as a dame in an alleyway. The pub catches my eye. It’s a little out of the way, enough to be sure it isn’t run by some emerald sleaze of a politician claiming to run the town, or dirty cops. I’ve dealt with enough of those to know they liked their bars centre-stage. That was fine. Made them easy to avoid. The bar’s open, but the crowd makes it claustrophobic in its own way. Smiles and conversation overpower the music, and serving ladies make their ways around the tables, flowing through the crowd easier than smoke from a gun barrel. Reminded, I take out my lighter as I advance to the counter, flicking a small light as I turn my back to the occasional odd look. Rusting snoopers, don’t know how to keep their space until it turns around and shoots them in the face. Of course, I’d never think of it. Wouldn’t want to ruin the ‘quaint atmosphere’ this pub attempts to set up. “A whiskey,” I say, sitting on a stool and lighting a smoke. I can hear the serving girl move, don’t even have to look up at the muted colours of the bottles to know it’ll be something cheap. She’ll know I don’t have enough money for the expensive stuff. “And make it quick.”
  6. I think I am here.
    “No,” Rob said, blunt and straightforward. Wait, was that the wrong answer? She had been talking about fear, that she poisoned good things, fear of loosing him, everyone. It was definitely the wrong answer to comfort her. But, oh well. It would be worse to lie to her. Truth was the best medicine. “You are not a monster,” he said bluntly too, stared at her. “A killer, yeah. But so am I. I stabbed a Voidbringer with a piece of his own cloak, watched him bleed out, saw the fear. I would say there is nothing wrong with killing, but there is. There’s a lot wrong with killing. But you aren’t alone, know that. We all will support you.” Remembering something he raised a hand. “And you don’t poison anything. And you won’t loose anyone, so don’t worry. You underestimate your value. Without you? The house wouldn’t be the same.” Bringing a hand to his chest he gestured to himself. “And I’m a Stoneward, you couldn’t loose me even if you tried,” he joked.
  7. I think I am here.
    “I,” Price fumbled, tried to words. Words usually came so easy to him. Words were his specialty. “They were your memories. Not your arm, not your leg, Negation wouldn’t stab you, wouldn’t hurt you in any way! You’d just forget. And,” he clicked his fingers, tried to find the words. “And how would you rather have it? He can do it, the gods exist. The only way for you to live happily would be for you not to know about it.” His eyes shifted to a guard standing by a corner. Soon enough they would see, see his desperate tone. Not fit for someone who was supposed to have authority. Breathing in he stood up straighter, lowered his voice. “Right, maybe it was wrong to make that choice for you, that, that... must have been the authority getting to my head.” Shaking his head Price looked back at Sagitta. “But that doesn’t mean I violated the contract. Without contracts, what would we have? We would be like Caha—” raising a hand he sharply stopped himself. “We would be like barbarians.”
  8. I think I am here.
    “A scalpel,” Marcel said, holding his up. “To be precise. You need to be precise when making seals. A single wrong stroke can change the meaning of a symbol, mess up the whole chain.” Hearing shouts from above Marcel looked at the closed door that lead into the main living room, saw the flashes of blue light from beneath the frame. Sighing, he placed a small cap on the scalpel and placed it back in his pocket. Remembering her second question he leaned forward in his tool, offered to give her the seal. “Bone,” he said. “It just works best. I use animal bone, though, not from people,” he chuckled a little. “I’ve heard human bone is even better than what I use, and fresh human bone the best. That’s what my sister uses.” But, Marcel was content with what he used currently. It filled him with unease, using human bones.
  9. I think I am here.
    “How did I break our word?” Price said, stepped a little back when he heard the anger in her voice, felt a little stab of fear. If she attacked him, the guards would be too slow. “I said no harm would come to you, and that wasn’t harm!” He remembered back in the forest, when he had chosen not to tell her about the gods. Because he knew, that if she knew the truth, that the gods didn’t care about them, she would know millions of her nations shoulders died for nothing. And it changed her. For the worse. And then Gati had erased her memories, and Price couldn’t find the heart to tell her the truth, tell her the truth and cause that pain again. “If anything, it was more protection than harm,” he said quietly, prepared himself for a strike any moment.
  10. I think I am here.
    Wes looked up from the silence, nodded. “Like fabrials,” he said. “That’s a combination.” And confusing. The things that made sense were the machines of metal, and screws, and electronic chips. Fabrials were weird, with their gemstones and magic. “Did you have some books to recommend?” He asked, unsure what she meant when she asked him if he wanted to know more about Investiture. “I’m always ready to learn more,” he said, looking ahead at the caves. It had made the teachers feel like they could dump more work on him, and certainly hadn’t increased any friendships with students. But, he’d always had his knowledge. Gears and dogs never abandoned you. But Wes had more, he had a crew. Mike, Seom. But what if they left, replaced him? Well, then he’d always have the gears and the cogs, still.
  11. I think I am here.
    “Thanks,” Rob said and placed the coin in his pocket, where Cup could hang around and talk to it. “I must have left it behind when the Voidbringers attacked.” And a picture? That was cool, Rob would look at it tomorrow. Or maybe tonight, deond8ng on him if he still couldn’t get any sleep. As he fell silent he looked at Shana’s gaze at the sphere. Contrary to most other people, Rob never perceived silences as awkward. He was used to silence. You could learn a lot from the silence. From observation. Of spren, of the world, of people. And Rob was quiet and solitary enough his observation did him good. Though he rarely commented. “Is everything alright?” He asked, tucking away the dark sphere into his other pocket. Dark magics, dangerous to be around. “These last few nights have been tough on you, I’m sure. All of the Voidbringers. But don’t worry, I’m sure they’ll lessen in time. They always do after a large invasion, remember?” His voice had the same impassive tone it always did, though his shoulders lowered slightly, his posture becoming subtly softer and less rigid.
  12. I think I am here.
    I think this is a good idea. So, I think all of those people you @‘d as needing to make characters, have now?
  13. I think I am here.
    “No, I mean,” Price fumbled and stood in front of her. “I don’t want you to leave. But, I wouldn’t imprison you. Sagitta, all that about the memory-erasing, that’s something they do, the gods. ‘Gati’. I didn’t mean it to threaten you.”
  14. I think I am here.
    “He can forbid it, I think, he’s your custodian. You’re almost 18, so you should be able to make your own choices. But until then, your custodian is your custodian,” Marcel said, feeling slightly guilt that he’d whisked away a youth from those who had known her, in her ‘apprenticeship’. The real world was often at odds with Investiture. “But, that is all for tomorrow,” Marcel said, smiling. “For now, lets just focus on tonight, ‘in the moment’, as all those hippies say.”
  15. I think I am here.
    Rob sat up at the knock. Shana, Switching the lights on he opened the door, grateful for something happening. It had been hard to sleep tonight, and insomnia was never fun. “Hi,” he said looked at Cup walking from behind Shana and extended his hand, watched her climb up happily, began whispering something to him about Mahad being nice. “Yeah, still awake,” he said to Shana. “Couldn’t sleep. Found this,” he held up the black sphere. Stepping back he opened the door wider. “You have something for me? Sorry about the mess, by the way,” he gestured to his room, perfectly neat as usual except for his sketchbook, laying beside his mattress instead of on it’s proper place on the table.
  16. I think I am here.
    Price blinked when he saw the shock and hurt on Sagitta’s face, realisation dawning on him as she nodded, expression turned cold. She cursed him with being forgotten and began to leave, thoughts racing through Price’s mind. She was supposed to be the only one he could trust. Over the Cahayan and definitely over the god. “Sagitta!” He called, leaving his papers on the desk and forgetting about his professional demeanour for a moment. He stepped off of the raised platform his desk was on and ran towards her. “Watch the other two!” He called to the guards and caught up with her. “Sagitta, wait.”
  17. I think I am here.
    Several things happened at once, all of which Price noted feverishly in his little ledger. “You will,” Price said, not looking up, a new sense of authority in his voice. He glanced towards to Sagitta and then to Zura. “You did it with the boy. And he was fine, no side-effects. Wouldn’t it be better to bring back this fallen soldier, if not for your own sake, but for Zura’s? Imagine her happiness when one of her own nation is brought back from the dead, and with zero side-effects!” A smile creeped up Price’s face and he nodded to Sagitta. “You can erase both of their memories later. But if you are truly benevolent, you will do it. Or are you having one of those ‘fluctuations’ your friend was talking about?”
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  19. I think I am here.
    “Of course,” Marcel said, smiled at her wide-eyes, a bit of sorrow escaping with it. Poor girl, she didn’t even know if there was a way to recover. “If not from Investiture, than naturally. Trauma-therapy, counselling. Any bad feelings, fear, can be overcome. You can heal from it. You’ll see, after tonight, we’ll find a therapist.“ He smiled. “They may even give you a prescription to some of the fun stuff. But ideally you can solve that trauma simply form the therapy, no grass required.”
  20. I think I am here.
    Wes felt himself get in the face and resisted the sudden urge to cry. Trying to grab Deteca’s hand after hitting him, Wes tried to twist it in a dangerous position. He didn’t want to break it altogether, that would be far too painful for Wes to want to do to someone... but him attempting to do a large injury was enough.
  21. I think I am here.
    “Good morning,” Alask said, nodded to Lena from what she’d said previous. “We’re from a voluntary medical team, wanting to improve life in areas that are still recovering from poverty. Everyone we asked said you guys were the most selfless great guild, so we thought it would help to go to you guys. You’re library certainly sounds interesting. I wonder if in your school’s ‘science’ section there are any practical tools?” A fabrial or motivator certainly would be nice, he added silently.
  22. I think I am here.
    Wes paled when she hesitated, paused on his question about abominations, and for a second he thought he’d said something wrong. He paled even further when she answered, told him their danger, how it was safest to assume one could kill him without breaking a sweat. So, the stories of what they did in those HQ labs were true. “But, we haven’t used abominations in a while, have we?” Wes asked. Supposedly it was to be prepared for war, but even in the invasion they hadn’t used abominations. “I’ve never seen our abominations up and in the open. Maybe that is a good thing?”
  23. I think I am here.
    “Aoryen,” Aoryen said, a proper sailor’s name. Nodding to the girl he looked to Ana and the rest of group. “Now, what in the graces of the sea do we do until the afternoon?”
  24. I think I am here.
    Marcel got up, walked over to where she was and stood in front of her, placing himself between her and the crimson glow of the bloodseal. Turning he brought his stool over as well, sat down and blocked the glow. “It’s okay,” he said. “You don’t have to look at it if you don’t want to.” He sighed, when he saw her store again, could sense it in her movements. “But that is one constant of bloodseals. You are right, the symbols can be written in any order, they are the ‘language’ the instructions are written in, non-linearly, but no matter how you design the bloodseal, it will always have that glow.” With sympathy he looked down upon her. He’d lost his father, but he’d been a little older than her. It must have been a painful experience indeed. “I suspect learning will be harder with this trauma to work through.”
  25. I think I am here.
    “Um, in the room would be good...” Cup said, trailed off as Shana became occupied with Ben. That was one thing interesting about people. How some of them were in relationships. Cup couldn’t imagine anything like it. Not being scared of someone was one thing, but to be in a relationship? All of that trust, without even a soul bond? It needed more trust than Cup even knew existed. “They are cute,” she said to Mahad, gestured to Ben and Shana. —- The sphere gave off glow. A small glow, and weird in its colour, but still a glow. As night encroached Rob placed it on the floor next to his mattress-bed, next to his sketching book. Was it safe to have something so close to his head? Rob shrugged, he had handled worse before, and he could ask the smarter ones what it was in the morning. It certainly was very pretty for something that had come from the Voidbringers. Where was Cup? Probably playing with friends, she had said. That was nice. Cup needed friends, apart from Rob.
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