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  1. I think I am here.
    Inside the large sack was a body. A dead body of a man, skin pale and cold. Cahayan. Carefully Price watched the group, wrote down what reactions he could see on their faces. Reactions could tell you a lot about a person, more than they’d tell you themseves. “An unfortunate victim of poisoning,” Price said, without meaning any of it. “He was a casualty in one of our tests. Your first task is to resurrect him, like you did with the boy.” He stared levelly at Zura. What would she think of the Cahayan body? A threat? Well, Price was having the man resurrected.
  2. I think I am here.
    “You can create something completely different,” Marcel replied, sat on a stool and watched Wita. “Not all stamps need a condition. Some have an immediate effect, or come into effect in other ways. But lots of complex seals will have conditions. And yes, you can touch it.” He smiled. It was interesting to see someone interested in bloodsealing. Usually people were more interested in the ‘clean’ magics, the ones they perceived as good; there was no good and bad, Magic was simply, that: magic. It was the person who influenced whether it was bad or good. Like his sister, evil. Not because of the magic, because of her.
  3. I think I am here.
    “H-hi Shana,” Cup said, waved. Shana was so big, scary. Everyone was scary. Except for Robert. And Mahad. Mahad was cool. And Robert was Robert. But Shana was nice as well, taking a picture of their painting. “Thank you,” Cup said, wondered if she needed anything else. “Do you know where George is?” She asked. “I think Robert left him on the floor when the Voidbringers attacked.”
  4. I think I am here.
    Cup smiled widely and felt herself glow. “I like you too,” she said, bopping Mahad on the nose. “I thought you were scary first, but I don’t think you are now. You are a cute dragon, who can paint and make Shana happy.” She looked back at the painting, the drawing they had made in the dirt. It would be blown away soon, by the wind. “We should take a picture,” she agreed. “But how?” —- Rob watched from the couch as Cup left with Mahad, and then stood and watched again when Sheln appeared in the Physical Realm of the backyard, along with Cassie and Leona apprehending them. Good job, to both of them. A Voidbringer as powerful as Sheln would have been tough to defeat. Even without the mysterious plant, their lightning was powerful, and scary. Watching as they carried him away Rob saw something drop from Sheln’s pocket, oblivious to all three of them. Stepping out into the backyard Rib walked towards it. “Hey guys, you dropped so...” Rob trailed off as he realised they’d left further into the house. That was unfortunate. Well, at least Rob could hold onto it, give it to Cassie or Leona when he saw them next. It was a sphere, not dissimilar to a stormlight sphere. But it was black, pure black. A different black, even, to the voidlight the voidbringers used. It was darker, somehow. More menacing. Pocketing the sphere Rob walked to his room. Maybe he could analysis it more there.
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    “Why, thank you, lass,” Aoryen said. Chewing on the skewer he looked around the market. “Say, where would these urchin fellows be hangin’ out? I’ve nalf a mind to get them from bothering yer’ family ever again right this instant.”
  6. I think I am here.
    Alask watched as Georgia-Grace walked off, Rioted the guards with ease. “We could do a lot,” Alask said, responded to Lena. “Save the Forge. Make sure it doesn’t get ruined again. Expand our influence.” Buy books, he added silently. More books on Bonds and Investiture theory. Those books had helped him control and bind Shez, and those books had helped him crack how to summon the Phoenix. The thought of what Alask could achieve with more - expensive - books, it was too good. “Let’s go,” he said, walking to the front reception. “Does anyone want to follow her?” He asked, gesturing to Georgia-Grace, there was a possibility for chaos’s if left unchecked.
  7. I think I am here.
    Lusk nodded, reverted to his normal age. “I have different ages for things like combat strategy, politics, textbook smarts, and a handful of other haphazard skills. It helps, looking at something from different perspectives. Probably what sets us apart from the other shapeshifter Investitures. We change psychologically as well. No Aimian or Kandra can do that. Only us.” He shrugged. “Like you said, it’s nice and annoying at the same time. But you know one age I don’t have, in all my years of life?” His face turned to a scowl. “An age for dealing with children. Even that’s a task too hard for me.”
  8. I think I am here.
    Wes nodded, walked after Correte, towards the rest of the tunnels, and whatever wonders laid beyond. Another Kalea? Wes wondered if his own Kalea had a family. But it seemed happy enough nibbling on its mushroom, so Wes continued to carry it, in its cage, as he walked. He could ask questions, the Righthand had said. She told him, she’d been raised by the Ghostbloods. Just like Wes. Wes wondered what it was that he was here to learn in these caves, and tried to think of a question. It was hard, very hard to come with anything. The behaviour to not ask questions, just to follow orders was so ingrained in his mind. “What... what did you study?” Wes asked. It seemed interesting, but it made sense, of course the Righthand would have had a speciality before she got her role. But what was it? Machinery, weapons? Monsters? “And what are ‘abominations’?” He asked suddenly, the question coming into his mind. “Are they as scary as they sound?”
  9. I think I am here.
    “I’m glad you asked,” Price said to Negation, taking his place behind a large desk with files and papers. “Gōlen!” Price called and a large man entered the room, threw down a large black sack in the centre of the room and left. “I’d suggest you begin by opening that up,” Price said. As Sagitta wished him good morning he nodded back to her. Her leg was injured, that meant no more extra-extraneous activity or maybe it would be permanently injured. Which was not right for a warrior like her. She’d done wonders in her fight against Zura. And Zura. Price forced himself to look down, at his notes. He suspected she’d like this part of the test.
  10. I think I am here.
    Marcel smiled. A quick learner. And able to come up with a quick summary too. “Yes,” he said, placing Kira’s blood gently onto the stamp. “That’s exactly how it works. There are, of course, simpler bloodseals, just as there are infinitely more complex ones. But that is how this one works.” After spreading the blood evenly onto the seal Marcel pressed the stamp straight into the cellar wall. It left a raised mark in the wood, beginning to glow with a dim red light. “Now... the rest is up to her.”
  11. I think I am here.
    “You lived in the dorms?” Wes asked. Immediately his eyes widened and cupped is freehand over his mouth. Such a straightforward question, no way to speak to a superior. Not only that, but the Righthand. He was getting too comfortable. Bad stuff always happened when he thought he was comfortable. But the thought remained. Of course, the Righthand had lived in dorms, looked for assignments. Had been an underling at one point, just like Wes. Had got promoted, just like Wes. Continued getting promoted until she led most things. It was a weird thought, to imagine someone who had such casual authority, in every action, would be an underling once. What was she like, then? Like Wes? No, underlings like Wes weren’t the ones who ruled the Ghostbloods in the end. It was the underlings like Mike. The leader. “Sorry. Stupid question,” he said quietly, and mimicked her action when she leaned against the wall. “Of course you did.” No one joined the Ghostbloods already a Righthand.
  12. I think I am here.
    “That’s true enough,” Alask said, stepping beside her and eying the newest member of their thieving crew. Georgia-Grace. He remembered vividly as she tried to experiment on him, Shez too dumb at the time to do anything but roar and try to attack her and everyone else. And if a similar incident happened today... Alask wouldn’t mind just letting Shez loose. But not now, while they had to be covert. “But only if it’s safe. They may be a church, but who knows what security they’ll have.” Stepping forward he tried to spot any cameras on the building. Or were they all hidden? “I guess we could walk up to the front door?” He asked. “Don’t they offer tours to people so they can convert them? It is a church, after all.” A tour would do good retrieving information..
  13. I think I am here.
    “Making a seal,” Marcel replied and looked up, saw that she might have wanted more information. Sighing he stepped over to her sat in a stool he found in one corner and showed her the seal, as well as what he’d carved into it so far. “You, you are good with electronics, right?” Marcel asked, looked st the seal to see if he could explain it in a such a way. “Do you see those outside strokes?” He gestured to a series of deliberate carved symbols that bordered the seal. “That is a condition mark. It will check on a condition. Quickly and with precision Marcel added a larger series of symbols, these also wrapping around the full circle of the seal, but below the condition mark. “With bloodsealing, you can tell where the subject’s blood is at any time, from just a sample. So, I glyphed that the seal can detect Kira’s blood in two different spots far from each other.” Looking back to Wita he added. “That means she will be injured, if the blood is far from each other. So that’s the condition that those first symbols are calibrated to. And then,” Marcel quickly added a few more, larger symbols that ran around in a circle. By now, the blood seal had its common look: circles of symbols bordering each other. “And this is what happens if the conditional is true. The bloodseal will move the separated blood closer together.” He smiled at Wita. “It is a crude from of healing, but it still is healing. And it means if Wita ever gets hurt, or if the bloodseal detects her blood strewn across the place,” he pointed to the stamp. “It will activate a method to try and heal her.” But there was a reason Marcel didn’t use it too much. With bloodsealing, the more you had to do with the blood, usually the more painful it was. Marcel could theoretically heal himself from many injuries, but he didn’t really want to endure agony for it. Hopefully Kira didn’t get too injured for that too happen. He shrugged. “My sister is better at them,” he said. Finally remembering, he added a singular symbol in the centre of the stamp. “And this is the finishing mark. It doesn’t do anything, but without it, no tamp would work.” Marcel always fancied the finishing mark looked a bit a series of islands, but perhaps that was just Marcel trying to make sense of it.
  14. I think I am here.
    “They all seem small, at first,” Cup said, remembering Robert. Poor Robert. “But that’s why we come, right? To help them grow, grow big and strong. Even if they already seem strong out here,” She held her arms up in a pose mimicking body-builders with their poses showing off muscles. “They won’t be strong here,” she tapped her chest once. “Without us.” Turning her focus to the drawing she smiled, when Mahad told her the figure was supposed to be her. Quickly she added some additions to the painting, a small dress, some shoes. Mahad was resting against her feet, but she had got used to it. Last she added a smiley to her face. “I think it’s complete now,” she said happily.
  15. I think I am here.
    “Good morning, all,” Price said, walking from a nearby hall into the main housing area. Well, ‘housing’ area was a little bit of an exaggeration, he knew. Though he walked halls like this every day, he felt distinctly out of place in the base in this city. Yes, the Renaji base was better. This base, too, had its upsides. For example, if it never existed where would Price experiment? “I see you’re already up and talking to each other? That’s good.” In front him walked another guard, for security. You could never be too sure, especially with a Cahayan and a God in a room with you. “You’ll all be tested together, in the same room, so I can keep an eye on all of you, and so we can see how your powers work together.” It was... unconventional, Price knew, among testers to disclose plans for the day to subjects, but Price had never really bought into all of that fake ambiguity. A subject deserved to know what they were being tested on, to give the best result. Even with the Cahayans, Price made sure he told them in vivid detail how they would be executed. No need for mystery, watching the colour bleed from their face was entertaining enough. Price shook his head suddenly. But not this Cahayan. He’d made a promise. “Follow me,” he stated, turned and walked to a room not far off. It looked similar to the one Sagitta had been tested in, large and plain, with a few interesting objects lying around the corners for the test. Unlike Sagitta’s test, Price was the only person here to observe. He’d organised it like that so no Tühinine would be around to see him go easy on the Cahayan. He did t want anyone thinking he was a traitor. And besides, no one would believe him if he said he was testing a god.
  16. I think I am here.
    Huh, it’s not for real? Oh, yeah of course. *Puts away sparkling water laser cannon* I knew that
  17. I think I am here.
    Cup nodded. “It seems so hard. They are big, and I am small. But, I still remembered when Robert was younger. When I first Bonded him.” She had been able to steer him in a good direction then. He had been good, she had been able to talk to him without running away, unlike the other spren. Fond memories. Looking at Mahad’s addition to the painting she pointed a small finger at the figure. “That is... me?”
  18. I think I am here.
    Marcel nodded, tapped Wita’s shoulder again and gestured to the cellar, walking over to where the steps leading to the small compartment were. “It will prick a bit,” he said to Kira, before leaving and heaving open the cellar door. Bloodsealings always pricked a little for the subject. That was a given. But - depending on what you were doing - it was a small price to pay for magic. As the knocking increased Marcel slipped down the cellar, began carving into his bloodseal familiar strokes, gestured for Wita and Lewis to follow him down.
  19. I think I am here.
    Marcel nodded. “The cellar,” he agreed, put a hand on Wita’s shoulder to try and comfort her, heard the knock on the door and gave one curt nod to Kira. A brave woman, volunteering to do something like this. It could either work, or backfire, terribly. Either way, Marcel knew it was risky. Before he left he pulled out a small scalpel, held a bone seal in his other hand. “Give me your blood. A small amount will do. It will help you.” Calmly he looked into her eyes. It took courage to trust a bloodsealer, but Marcel hoped her prejudices wouldn’t get in the way of the right thing to do. @Hope Spren
  20. I think I am here.
    “That’s a good idea,” Cup said, nodded. She stopped her painting, took a little bit of time to adjust when Mahad curled around her feet, but when he turned into a cloud of ash it was the most scary. The only thing keeping Cup from running was the knowledge that it was Mahad, and Mahad would never hurt her. She thought. Well, he hadn’t hurt her so far, so it was probably good to assume that. “I will tell you, then,” she said and smiled, when she had a plan now. What to do when Robert became all silent again. She could make him happy again, even if he never showed it on his face. She knew when he was happy. She could feel it in his soul. “If you ever have to paint something, he likes cats,” she said and beamed at the little secret. A secret. Immediately her eyes widened, and her glow reduced to almost nothing. “Oh, I’m not supposed to say that... it’s a secret.” Hopefully she looked up to Mahad. “Please don’t tell anyone?”
  21. I think I am here.
    Lusk stopped tapping atium until he was an old man again. Silently he looked up, heard Mike call out to Vio. Stepping back he made sure to keep an eye on everyone in the room, watched to see what the group would do next. If they could do something without his leadership, well... he’d have to re-evaluate his notes on them.
  22. I think I am here.
    Wes nodded and continued waking towards the cave. She was right, it was all speculation. Just because everyone it was called the ‘mirror’ cave didn’t mean it would clone Wes. If it did, maybe it would be called the ‘clone’ cave. ‘Mirror cave’ could mean anything. He was chiding himself inside for letting him get so worried when he heard the Righthand’s offer. “I, that would be good, I would be interested in that,” he said, looking up at her. Why him? There were engineers who, at least in Wes’ opinion, were better than him? So why him? Was it just because he was here right now? But, she’d offered him a job, and Wes was eager to accept. Hopefully that would mean his current assignments would have to be allocated to other underling engineers. “Thank you,” he said at the smart and inventive part, compliments were nice, it wasn’t often Wes got one, let alone two.
  23. I think I am here.
    Cup looked to Mahad. The dragon. A cute dragon, he said, not a scary one. Lifting her arm she hesitated, quickly patted Mahad where she thought his shoulders would be. It was hard to tell when he was a dragon. “You are a cute dragon. And I’m sure you make her very happy, and not sad. She always seems happy when you are there.” A dragon. Moving her finger between the swirls they created, Cup connected some of them, made a large circle be the body, slowly started mapping out the scales and long tail, that stretched around. She kept some swirls as they were. They could be the fire, maybe. “I don’t want Robert to be sad either,” she said quietly, hummed a little bit as she drew. “Sometimes I can feel his soul. We’re bonded. And I can feel if he’s happy. But sometimes, I can’t. Sometimes, I have no idea how he feels. And that scares me, more than anything else.” Which was really saying something.
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    Wes looked to the Righthand. It seemed a little comforting to know she didn’t know everything about him, though maybe she didn’t just feel like taking out her device and searching him up. Wes had almost an identical device, he thought, but he had much lower access, only to basic info. But still, she was asking. That meant something. “Engineering,” he said, fiddled with his cloak. “They give me projects, to work on, some lights or or some small part of a machine they’re making. Lots of walking, to places they are building things and to help. Sometimes it’s with another person, but mostly it’s by myself. Building things.” He shrugged, it was mundane work for the most part, but he didn’t want to complain to the Righthand herself. “Anything to be of use to the Ghostbloods,” he recited from one of the posters he remembered seeing from his dorm window and thought back to the mirror cave. A clone of himself would be cool. Fun. Maybe he could be friends with his clone. But on the other hand... what if the clone took his place? Hung out with Mike, Seom, and the others? And then Wes would have no one. It was terrifying. “I don’t know if I want to go to the mirror cave any more,” he said quietly.
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    “Wow,” Cup whispered, walked as close to the wall as she could and lifted up her arm. Rabbits on the wall, it looked much better this way. Cup couldn’t understand why Shana wouldn’t like Mahad painting. He painted very well. Smiling shyly Cup walked towards the earth patch and Mahad, still turning to look at the rabbits. “They look very nice,” she said quietly and put a finger in the dirt, focused and moved it around, drew in it. She made a few swirls, before looking up to Mahad. “Do you have a favourite animal?” She asked, suddenly hoping she wasn’t prying too much. She didn’t want to lose a friend, especially so soon.
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