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  1. Rob nodded. “It is pretty great.” He paused, thinking of what to say next. It seemed Ben was as bad at idle conversation as Rob was, which was somewhat relieving. He hadn’t talked to Ben much, in fact, it seemed his main connection to him was through Shana. But even Rob at least knew that it never hurt to make new friends. Or, at least, try to. “I wonder if anyone’s going to make a speech,” he said.
  2. Today’s prompt is: 18. Alley Finally something I’m good at drawing. Random alleys!
  3. Rob looked around as the party started. The present was completed, and everybody he could see seemed happy doing their own thing. Even Ben, who was just reading a book. Rob was satisfied as well with the completion of his present. And in the end, he thought, wasn’t that all that mattered? That you were happy? Everything else was secondary. Or was that a selfish worldview? That you mattered most. Well, you are supposed to put your own oxygen mask on first before assisting others. How could one hope to help others when they couldn’t help themselves? But time and again that had been proven wrong. Plenty of famous scientists who did great deeds for humanity hadn’t exactly been great at helping themselves with personal issues, yet the world would not have been the same without them. As Rob walked over to Ben, he wondered how many of the famous people in the world had been surgebinders. “Enjoying the book?” He asked, pulling across a beanbag and sitting down. Small-talk had always been his greatest weakness.
  4. One instant, the forest was, there, and the next it wasn’t. The group was in an alley. Price could tell by the language of the worn down posters over the alley walls that they were Tühinine. But where in Tühinine? It didn’t matter, he realised as a soft smile crept up his face. He looked at the interaction between Sagitta, Sensation and Zura, all of them facing each other. Subconsciously he stood up a little straighter, taking a gentle step backwards from the group, to the exit of the alley. It didn’t matter what city they were in. They were in a city. The buildings that lined the roads were like trees in a forest only Price could see, the bustling people and distant steps of police the natural sounds of the urban ecosystem. In this place, he wasn’t a weak boy, defenceless. He was the Forestlynx. And although he did not have power in the same way as Sagitta or Zura, and certainly not in the same way as the gods, he still had power. Watching the three warriors all focused on each other, obviously waiting any sort of attack from the other too, he took a step until he was looking out of the alley exit, onto the Main Street. The distant sounds of patrolling police became clearer as they walked down the streets in their nightly patrols. “Guards!” He called out, watching the heads quickly snap towards him, spears raised as they ran towards the backalley.
  5. Hello! While I do agree that the chances of me being an elim are the same as they were before, I can understand Striker’s point of view, and I feel like Elb’s immediate vote on them comes off as a little suspicious. However, it could just be another attempt at starting a lynch discussion (which has worked, so good job, I guess ), which they were doing before as well. Bard’s vote on Stink... I can believe that it was just observing slight differences in their language, and not something else. Or maybe I’m just overly trusting and suck at analysis Elandera seems to have a similar gut feeling on Elb as I do, or maybe she’s trying to distance herself by stating slight suspicion and then saying it’s most likely NAI. Rae and Elb could also be an elim team (Or is this just me being paranoid, I wonder)? She disagrees about the vote on Striker, and then goes back to vote on him. However, this is due to what she sees as overreacting on Striker’s part, which I have to admit I agree with. Striker’s statement in response also makes sense (But is anything really overthinking in SE? ), and his comments about being fine to be lynched are something I perceive to be the mark of someone who doesn’t have anything to hide. However, I am aware of elims pulling tactics like this, but I don’t think Striker is doing this so early on. Remember, this is the person who voted to lynch himself when he was the spy so the village wouldn’t lose. I don’t think he would be open to be lynched on the first cycle if he had an elim team he had a responsibility to. So, my vote goes to Elbereth for the quick vote on Striker for saying something I can see as an understandable thing to say, and because Elandera also has gut feeling on them (and you know what they, two gut feelings are better than one ). And even if I’m wrong, hopefully this post will be more informative in the future as the game goes on and alignments are revealed.
  6. Great drawings, Silva! I do like how you did Dawn the person instead of the time of day I agree with this statement. And without further ado, this brings us to the next prompt! Today’s prompt is: 17. Old I just had to do Lusk for this, he fits the prompt too well. But I also wanted to show his power, and all of his different ages, how he’s grown up to be so old etc. Hopefully this captures his life (and his grumpiness ).
  7. Just wait. I expect to do one just fully on the Phoenix soon
  8. Thanks a lot! I try my best Anyway, that brings me to today’s prompt, which is: 16. Dawn So, for this, the drawing is set in the same setting, except exactly 24 hours before my ‘Protect’ drawing. In this one, it is the dawn of the Seventh Day of the Seventh Day War, where the city is still somewhat intact and Rashan gives his speech, the Phoenix flying menacingly on the horizon
  9. Wes’ knives were blocked, and he looked up in surprise at Deteca. Using his own bracer against him. But while she had one bracer, Wes had knives. Plural, he thought smugly, trying to keep the bracer occupied with one of the knives and separating the other from the lock, attempting to stab her in the midriff. “If we’re still apologising, sorry for stabbing you.”
  10. “Of course you wouldn’t work for the UnInvested,” he said and looked to Mike and Mari like it was obvious. “He’s Invested. That goes against their main rule.” Though, that Mari one was smart. And strong. Lusk made sure to remember that, changing his gaze from her to Mike. His personality changed so often, or was that the animals? Lusk doubted animals even had a personality. Yet, they controlled the boy. Spoke through his body. “Alright TwoFace, Beast Boy and...” he tried to think of a nickname for Mari. None came to mind. “Mari. The Bleeding Spike isn’t too far away, let’s quit attacking each other and capture that violin player.” Walking towards the bar he looked back to Mike. “And whoever’s in charge over there, we need to talk.” Mike might have been a Ghostblood, but what about the animals? Lusk couldn’t have rogue personalities ruining his mission.
  11. Suddenly, as Wes teetered on the edge, he felt a strong grip on him, suddenly pulling him back. He snapped awake and looked at Allri. “Thanks,” he said and nodded, watched as the group, developed a system for moving down the drop. Wes paled as he saw people jump off, to be lowered by Allri and Rig. Nope, he thought turning way. No heights. No jumping. He always just fainted at the idea of jumping down a hole like that, secured by nothing but Allomantic forces. He gulped. But fortunately there was another method to getting down. With Althea he was teleported straight to the bottom, where the lack of spores snapped him back to alertness, and he immediately jumped at the sudden water. Water... the worm had come out of water. Quickly he looked down, but it didn’t seem to be as bad of a situation. After all, this wasn’t as deep as that other water. But as Wes looked back at up at where they do come from, Wes realised just how far he was from the entry point. “Storms,” he whispered, and looked down the tunnel, walked forward, just a small bit ahead of the group. What’s down there? There was only one way to find out.
  12. @Sorana
  13. This is a really clever line that needs attention! Great rap, John!
  14. Alright, while I do want to vote on someone for sake of getting discussion, I can’t think of a good candidate. I don’t believe Striker’s posts are alignment indicative, though I do think that the argument Tess rebutted him with could be used the same for a Spy. Even if the spy was a new player, wouldn’t they know enough to know that obviously tunneling on an elim isn’t good if they want to keep their identity secret? So, it’s possible that Tess wants to gather tips from other players as to what a Spy would do? But, then again, if they were an elim why not use the doc? So, neutral. Same with Striker, I can see the concern that Tess could be trying to find other ways of identifying a Spy. My first post was written in a rush, so I can understand how that might not lead him to think about issues in saying it wasn’t a good idea. And Elb voting on Striker seems to be as much of getting lynch discussions up (which I support) as seeing Striker’s post as suspicious, and in this regard I agree with Elandera as I don’t find it particularly alignment-indicative. But I don’t think that makes Elb suspicious. So I’m voting on Rath, partly to get lynch discussions an partly because I find him the most suspicious (well, I find him a little suspicious, and that’s more suspicious than everyone else ). I feel his assumption that the elim team have no other roles could be an attempt at making us simply assume the same? Meaning we’d be blindsided by an elim with roles.
  15. Today’s prompt is: 15. TUBA Double post, but no one else was saying anything, and the prompts must go on! () For TUBA I’ve done a little comic, illustrating the amazing spirit of TUBA (I also updated my previous Honour one to make it better in my opinion). So, enjoy, I guess
  16. Breaking masks. The group got distracted by a new person they found in the mushrooms, and Wes was still stuck. How did he make a breathing mask when he didn’t have any parts? No machinery, especially not ones complex enough to make a breath8ng system out of. But it seemed the small pieces of cloth people were holding to their faces were working just fine, so Wes wasn’t sure if it really was necessary to try and construct breathing masks anyway. Tearing a piece of his own cloak of he held against his mouth and nose, venturing into the cavern. It was beautiful, and even with the cloth he felt a little drowsy, though he knew it was nothing compared to how he might have been feeling if he didn’t have the cloth. But that still didn’t detract from the beautiful mushrooms. Further along the cavern some people said there was some kind of drop. Looking over the edge, Wes began to hyperventilate. Heights. The hyperventilation made him involuntarily breath in more spores, which worried h8m more and made him hyperventilate further,
  17. Hello! I would just to begin by saying I am not the Reform Spy Anyway, as for things for the spy not to do, I feel like most things have been said already. Odd lynch reactions, tunnelling in on a specific person. I wonder if the spy chose to overtly say their suspicions of one or two of the elims, but also mixed in suspicions of players the spy knows are villagers, could that fool the elim team? Similarly, if the Handler sometimes disagrees with the spy’s points in thread, even though they know it’s correct, it could help distance the two from each other. A short term (disagreeing with the spy occasionally even though you know they’re correct) sacrifice, for a longer-term benefit (elims can’t make the spy-handler connection between two players always agreeing together).
  18. Honour. I must admit I was a little stuck on this one, but then I remembered those Challenge of Champion duels (which if they aren’t honourable fights I don’t know what is ) and I couldn’t help but try to draw probably my favourite duel I’ve participated in, Devaan vs. Rashan, where I was against @Nohadon
  19. Price’s eyes widened as he stood up sharply, looking towards the gods. “Forestlynxes?” He asked in shock. They’d probably smelled the dead of one of their own. Forestlynxes were savage, they wouldn’t hesitate in eating the dead bodies of one of their own if it meant a good meal for the night. A whole hoard of Forestlynxes? The gods didn’t seem nearly as worried as he was. “But, you’ll help us, right? Fight them off with whatever magic you have?” Inside Price scolded himself. He had just been thinking how evil the gods were, how they didn’t deserve prayer, and now that he was in danger he begged for their services, like some sort of peasant? But still, they had barely fended off one Forestlynx. A whole group would slaughter them if the gods didn’t help.
  20. A company, Lusk nodded, wordlessly walked behind Mike - or whatever animal was possessing him currently. “Do we still want to try and capture the Violin player?” He asked. “Or are we following this new lead?”
  21. “That would be good,” Wes said and smiled slightly as the group came together, all six of them. He looked down and reddened as he realised he was the only boy in the group. “And yes, I can store and tap bendalloy. Which is calories. Not really as fun or powerful as Bendalloy Allomancy, but it’s something, I guess.” He looked up at Althea and received the bracer she gave to him, clasping it back on and feeling the familiar weight. More monsters, she’d said. She said that she would prefer the whole group to come out alive, and Wes agreed. Though he already knew, that if worst came to worst, he would be the one least able to defend himself from another giant worm or other monster.
  22. “Mindkiller?” Wes suggested, walking to the group. “Hello,” He said nervously. “I’m Wes. I’m a bendalloy Ferring.”
  23. Calm. She thought he was calm. Wes let out a small harsh laugh and stared at a pebble on the ground, shaking his head quickly. “It all clashes with each other eventually,” he said and looked up at her. “I abandoned my friends. Apart from them, no one cares about me, knows I exist, in fact some person from the alleys could kidnap me and no one would bat an eye. I came down here to escape, without worrying about the surface, and,” his voice broke. “Now there’s the Righthand of the Ghostbloods who’s down here, who literally, could have any sort of terrible things to me and of course, of course now there are giant death worms that eat people down here.” He looked down and covered his eyes with his palms, because it was easier than eye-contact. “And I just saw people die. For real, not like in an action movie.” Finally, he shook his head slowly. “Maybe the ‘calmness’ is from shock. Or maybe all of the rust that’s happening in my life is just numbing me.” He didn’t want to be numb. He wanted to be like how he was before. Happy in his dormitory, sheltered in the headquarters, never seeing the outside world. But life was seldom that easy.
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