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Today’s prompt is: 28. Seven Day War I didn’t have much time for this one, so I decided to do the ultimate summary of one of the Alleyverse’s biggest events Bonus points if you can find and quote each of the posts that are referenced in it.
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“Ghostbloods?” Lusk blinked and watched as a man came crashing through the window. So much for the signal. “Now!” He said and pressed a cadmium Allomancy cube in his pocket, encasing him and Vio in a time bubble, hopefully buying time for the rest of the group to capture and ambush him.
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Price followed her look to Zura, and to Sensation, who seemed to have rattled the captain. Fitting for a god. Maybe he had predicted her future or some other parlour trick. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that they were in his grasp, to control and use as he saw fit. Even the Zura, as much as the captain might have not liked it. He sighed, and his frown deepened. “I will make sure I tend personally to each of her tests,” he said finally, though he didn’t like the arrangement, to put so much effort caring about a simple Cahayan. He paused. “And I’ll make sure she doesn’t get too hurt. But she’ll definitely get a few bruises and scrapes, like you did.” Though, with Zura, there was no guarantee the medic would agree to heal her. The oath to ‘save all who can be saved’ didn’t exactly apply to the enemy. “Have them be escorted to the base,” he instructed to the Captain, then looked to the group. “You all are in luck! You get an all-expenses-paid-for tour around the city, with a stop at the base, of course.“ @Sorana —- Bo laughed and leaned in behind Tion. “Have fun. Should’ve just chosen execution. Not like it’d work on you... you... ghost. Spirit. Whatever.” @Archer —- “Not bad, not bad at all,” Dusa said, the man guarding Gati. “We had a slow shift. Cap’n gettin’ angsty. Bo gettin’ bored. This certainly livened the show up a bit.” @AonEne
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The port was as busy as a port could be. Merchants called and workers carried heavy loads of cargo. To Aoryen’s knowledge, Hallendren didn’t have slaves — not counting the lifeless, but he could never be sure. It had been a long while since he’d stepped foot within the city. Well, set foot in any city, really. The ground seemed oddly unsteady as Aoryen stepped onto it, but he realised it was just his own balance overcompensating. The land was solid, didn’t move like ships did, there was no need to be wary of falling off the edge. But as he walked towards the boatmaster’s stall he still found himself falling into the regular old habits. “Good morning,” the boatmaster greeted him, though it was soulless and the man remained staring at his ledgers, inked feather in hand. “Name?” “Aoryen Fial,” Aoryen replied, though his accent caused the man to misspell the name. That was fine, Aoryen didn’t care much about all this document-and-paper tasks. Or maybe that feeling of dullness he tried so hard to fight against was his lack of breath. “Sailed under the Resolute. Real beauty, she was.” “Mhm,” the boatmaster filled in the forms, nodded without even looking up to see Aoryen’s frown. “Welcome to the great city of Hallendren. Next!” ——- The waves were gone. As Aoryen progressed into the heart of the city, he found himself missing the waves even more, felt unsafe without their protection, their guidance. He was alone, in a foreign land, with unknown soil beneath his feet, not water. There was no gentle rocking of the boat, and surrounding him were more people than he’d seen on any ship. Looking in one direction he saw a grouping of people congregated. “Aye,” he said, walking towards them. “Y’ wouldn’t happen to have a jolly-oakin’ idea of where in the high seas I could find a place to eat, would ye?” @Sorana @Karger @The Awakened Salad
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Lusk nodded and walked into the bar. He looked like a child, and he hoped the disguise would work. At least enough for him to give the signal and for the ambush to take place. “Sir?” He asked quietly, walking up close to Vio. “Do you think you could play something for me?” @Oduim’s Chmapion
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I try to stop Rashek from grabbing the pewtermind, unsheathing my sword and swinging in a wide arc at them. Scenarios run through my mind. What’s better than a large sword attack at close distance?
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I run and dive into the centre of the supplies, picking one up, hoping whatever I picked up will be enough to defend me against the others.
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Rob blinked and refocused on the battle as Shana waved and rushed off to help James. Stupid Rob. The whole battle had been moving too fast for him to keep up. Speed was never a strength of Rob’s. But what he lost in velocity he made up for in consistency, and strength. Walking forward he punched a Voidbringer sliding towards him. It fell on the floor in a tumble, red eyes in shock. Rob gulped. No matter how red the eyes were, they were still human eyes, a person. Watching Shana run off with James he liquified the ground behind them and made a wall, to defend against any lightning bolts. Fortunately, it didn’t seem as though there were any plants on the battlefield tonight.
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Today’s prompt is: 27. Conflict So many different types of conflict in the Alleyverse, I had to choose the most hard-hitting and divisive one out of all of them. And the watermark is in a rather unfortunate place
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Not an order. Sighing in relief Wes looked to where some people were setting up camp and getting ready to sleep, and to the others who were analysing the wall. “Shouldn’t... someone stay up to keep watch?” He quietly asked the Righthand. Her tone had softened his fears somewhat, but she still outranked him by leagues, and the thought of punishment made him lightheaded. “Just a suggestion. But, some predators might target sleeping people? Like why the mushrooms were trying to put us to sleep.” —— The reply came. You’d need something to attack them all at once. If they can mimic voices they must have acute hearing, some sort of loud noise, or high-pitched frequency would probably hurt them. A pause. Assuming this situation is hypothetical, of course, he joked. Max knew full well it probably wasn’t a false scenario. @Sorana
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As the new Voidbringers advanced Rob did too, breathing in stormlight and feeling the sudden urge to move around, to do something. The spirit of the storm, unleashed from the gemstones and preserved in him, a human conduit for its power. Reaching out he strengthened the clothing of everyone currently fighting. Their clothing would remain light and flexible but would be as strong as stone when struck. Looking in the distance he saw Cassie fighting a Voidbringer that looked particularly powerful, and Ben trying to convince Shana not to fight. Rob tore his eyes from the two, it wasn’t his business. If Shana got severely injured during the battle, tehnmaybe he would have to carry her back for Ben to heal, but as for now she looked fine. At least physically. “Her spren is nice,” Cup whispered, hugging his neck. “Scary, but nice.” “Where have you been?” Rob asked, turning the floor into liquid and trapping some Voidbringers. “Hiding,” she replied, quiet as ever. “I was going to make a friend. To play with. But then everyone started shouting about Voidbringers, and...” she shrunk, trembling like a leaf, hiding in Rob’s sleeve again.
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Today’s prompt is: 26. Oasis City For this one I chose a specific event in Oasis City that had significance to me, which was when Max’s insanity reached its peak and he Rioted everyone in the city, causing incredible mayhem. This could alternatively work as another one for ‘insanity’, but it took place in Oasis, so *shrug*.
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Today’s prompt is: 25. Shadow Like Lusk’s one, this prompt fit Alask too well for me not do to it on him. And even more like Lusk’s one, this one follows a similar composition, which I think fits given the nature of the character
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Today’s prompt is: 24. Odd Job Tavern If you want some port, or a nice glass of wine, Who do you call? The Odd Job Tavern! If you need a job done, and you need it done fine, Who do you call? The Odd Job Tavern!
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Rob answered her look with a blank stare. “We are fifteen radiants against one Voidbringer. We have seen worse odds.” And the loop of being attacked, responding, killing some Voidbringers and watching the rest retreat for another day had become standard. No new information had been gathered, they were in the same place as they had started, always ripe to be attacked again. So why not scour one Voidbringer for information?
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Price turned towards Sagitta, and stepped aside as Sensation’s escape attempt was brought to a halt. Sensation and Negation both, two gods who had been captured by simple guards? It almost made Price think they couldn’t be gods, for how could gods be controlled so easily? But no, they had given proof, resurrected that boy. That boy who had been left behind for the Forestlynxes when they had all teleported. So, it must have been those power fluctuations they had been talking about. “When she had the power, the only thing keeping her from taking my head was you,” he said. “She would have shown me no mercy. Why should I?” His mind drifted to the old bedtime story, the Good Tühinine. The story went that one day a Cahayan was travelling through an old abandoned desert, and a pack of thieves beat him up, robbed him, left him in the middle of the desert for dead. He almost starved to death, but one day a Tühinine was said to find the man, and had helped the Cahayan. He had tended to his wounds, had put him on top of his horse with him and took him to some tavern. The story went that the Tühinine paid for the Cahayan’s full recovery. But when the Cahayan said he wanted to repay the Tühinine man, he stabbed him to death as well as all of the other Tühinines in the bar, running off to rob and kill some others. The moral went that a Cahayan’s nature, to kill and backstab, could never be changed.
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Rob stood up and the world blurred as the conflict began. It was always like this, a pleasant moment interrupted by duty. By the demons they were obligated by Honour to remove. It was amusing, they had just been talking about security in case the Voidbringers appeared. What was decidedly not amusing was the ruined party. Breathing in stormlight he walked forward and watched the battle unfold. He watched the woman who’d called out in warning obliterate one, swearing an Ideal, and he watched Shana incinerate one. Stepping beside her Rob looked at the final Voidbringer. One Voidbringer against a houseful of Radiants was bad odds, storms, it was terrible odds. “We should capture it,” he told the group. “Interrogate it, like in those FBI shows. It might give us more information than killing it straight away.” It, the Voidbringers were always it. It hurt a little inside whenever Rob acknowledged they were people too, just one who had strayed onto the wrong path.
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Yeah. Maybe there could be people who support the creation of the city, and those who don’t? That seems vague enough to leave lots of space to RP.
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“Ninja Fighters II,” Wes said without skipping a beat. He paused, and then laughed. “Sorry, I just love that movie. It’s got everything, action, mystery, adventure. You should watch it sometime.” The talk about movies had gotten his mood up, and he smiled brightly at Allri. When she was called off by one of the Scout Leaders he stayed sitting, content just to look at the glowing luminous streaks on the wall. He wondered whether to take a closer look at all of the cage paintings everyone seemed to be so invested in (surely they couldn’t be that interesting. They were just cave paintings, after all), but before he could get up he saw the Righthand gesture to him and his eyes widened. Had he done something wrong? Wes got up, slowly walking towards her and wrapping his cloak around himself. “Yes, madam?” Was that the correct way to address her? He hoped he wouldn’t get punished for if he did mess it up. He waited for a second to see why she had gestured to him to come closer, before he heard a quiet voice coming out of a pocket darkness not too far away. “Ninja Fighters II, Ninja Fighters II,” Instinctively Wes stepped closer towards the main group, away from the shadows. Shadows that were repeating his own voice back to him. Whatever it was, he didn’t want to meet it. It creeped him out, even more than some of the horror movies he’d seen recently. Max was in the Canton, doing some document work. Document work was an annoying necessity of helping run operations. Because operations needed permits, and equipment, and accountability. The black book Devaan had given him had been a perfect example of it. Still, it meant he was alone and sitting when he felt the gentle warmth of his mind link pulse and a visual memory being sent to him. Dropping his pen down, he analysed the memory. Undoubtedly that was his wife, through the use of colour used. Cracked, but being held together. He supposed that was true as well. But the clothing didn’t match a Triarchy member and the figure had two smaller ones beside it. You found it in the cave? He asked, though he knew it needed no answer. Where else? It’s certainly interesting. Like some sort of future alternative of you? Are there more?
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Lusk sighed and looked to Mike. Lusk was getting far too old for all these types of missions. It reminded him of the old days, when he’d first joined the organisation he now partly led. The days of espionage, murder, stealth. Everything was just so storming fast paced now. “Of course it’s alright with me,” he said. Walking ahead, he firmly planted his cane in the ground. “I disagree we take him to Oasis, however. He is here, and we already have a lead in the form of that shop. Any Korea it,e we waste could be another person dead. You lead the Guns N’ Ninjas, right?” He checked his console and confirmed the fact. “You should know the value of time on a mission like this.” The boy was just an underling, but Lusk had been one too. And the underlings of today were the Elites of tomorrow. “I’ll go in disguised, so he won’t recognise me. The rest of you spreads to the different exits and move in slowly, so we can ambush. On my signal, we’ll all attack at once. Understood?” Clenching his fists, Lusk tapped atium and transformed. His height shrunk and his clothes became large and baggy on his small frame. His eyes widened, and Lusk was a child again. Suddenly a fear pierced him, at all of the big people here, but he tried to force it away, blinking. “Let’s do it.”
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Bringing this thread back up so we don’t forget it. Yeah, I think that’s a good power level
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Ah, my bad I’ve never read the books. Behold, the first pacifist tribute who’ll win the Hunger Games (me! ) I’m also the very first tribute to have chronic existential crises, go Itiah!
