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  1. I think I am here.
    “Perfect. A bus,” Marcel said and pointed to an old bus stop by the street where the alley cut off to meet a walking path and the road. He walked towards the bus-stop and gestured for the others to follow. “It’s not everyday I take one of these,” Marcel said. “I hope the prices haven’t risen since I last went on one.”
  2. I think I am here.
    Wes nodded. Making an EMP was easy, it had been one of his assignments when he’d been training, but making one big enough for the whole rooftop? Harder. But to try and only take out the Enemy ones? He’d definitely need some help. We’re on it, he messaged and ducked behind a slab of metal that had imbedded itself into the rooftop, probably from an explosion. “Mike,” he said. “There are some defeated enemies around. Do you think you could find one, bring back their communications chip? It should look reddish-brown.” Wes was taken aback by his own orders? Him, ordering people around? Ordering Mike around. But, Mike was the leader! But still, Wes knew this was one part he couldn’t just be a supporting role in. He was the only one who knew how to make an EMP. “Seom. Do you think you can steal one of the enemy’s guns? I think I have a plan.”
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    Suddenly Ap’s body began to disappear, simply appearing to fade away. A voice whispered from above, barely able to be heard, “for continuiiiity,” “No!” I said, and then remembered. Had I messed up continuity by perceiving Ap’s body was here, when it had been taken away before? But, then, who had been there to make things right? My Writer? But, they had made the original mistake of saying I saw Ap, so who had reminded them that Ap’s body wasn’t here? Could they see my actions? Was there a whole group of higher-entity Writers following my actions, observing? Did they like what I was doing. Was that what those orange arrows I kept seeing in the corner of my vision were?
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    “As what? A single-person army?” Price leaned down and grabbed a pebble off the ground. He tossed it up and down in his palm, revolved it around his fingers. If he squinted his eyes right it looked a bit like a fish. He’d relaxed slightly. That was dangerous, it meant he hated the Cahayan a bit less. Risky. “The war’s being going on for so long, I would be surprised if there’s even any chance of a resolution that doesn’t involve one nation annihilating the other. But the armies are so matched... what difference would a single person make?” His dismissive tone from before had reduced, and Price found himself staring at the moon. When the sun set, was he really any different from Zura? The answer, forged from years of posters, murals, provers, lessons, came instantly. Yes, he was different than Zura. He was Tühinine. And she was a Cahayan terrorist who just wanted to kill innocent Tühinines just like all the other Cahayans. The pebble in Price’s hand burst in a small whoosh of black flame.
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    “I can build us a temporary shelter once we’re there,” Cheh said, stepping back so he could look at both Jessy and the stranger. “I don’t know what we’ll eat though. I guess we could knock down more of those trees. Isn’t that bad for the environment?”
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    Yay! Snip, those roasts were amazing, I think you even out-referenced Tobias in history For this tournament, could I sign up as Teft? Thanks
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    Finally, they were at the rooftop. The fear of the conqueror was great, especially of the one that was literally giving out fear pheromones, but the fear of punishment from disobeying the Righthand was greater. We are here, he texted. What did you want us to do, madam? He gulped and looked at the monsters.
  8. I think I am here.
    For those interested in the Era 4 Ghostblood Plot, the offical invites to all of your GB characters (or special NPCs you’ve created for the plot) have been sent! So be happy, party like there’s no tomorrow (Ghostbloods are known for their drinks) and just remember, what happens in Ghostbloods Awards Night stays in Ghostbloods Awards Night Some of the characters you might see awarded @I think I am here. @Sorana @Sherlock Holmes @Turtle373 @Dr. Dapper @Truthless of Shinovar
  9. I think I am here.
    The blade missed, and instantly it was dismissed and re-summoned in Max’s grasp. He could always count on Sethramir, ever since he’d first gotten it from Devaan, passed from warrior to warrior. As the first missile sailed towards him he sliced it in half cleanly, the explosives not having time to detonate at the collision. The thing with machinery, was that you couldn’t Riot it. That annoyed Max. The one Conqueror he’d gotten... he couldn’t Riot. Max ran forward as the second missile flew at him. He sprinted, using Sethramir as an anchor to vault himself nearer to the Conqueror, who seemed distracted by some mud. He hoped that if the missile detonated, the explosive radius would harm the Conqueror too. ### “You’re right,” Wes said, and stood up. Mike had taken the ring, that was good, it must have meant Wes’ ideas weren’t completely useless after all. Quickly he gestured for them to follow him up the stairs again, leading all the way to the rooftop. “I hope we can do what the Righthand wants us to. Even the small monsters like that spren are scary. Imagine what’s on the roof.”
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    “Agreed,” I said. “Or the tags of this post would have been false advertising.” I looked to the body, and kneeled down next to it. I continued to stare at it, inspecting it, looking around t for any shred of evidence pointing to the killer, a calling card perhaps, anything to guide me on my investigative studies. And then, it all clicked. “I don’t really know where to start,” I said honestly. “I’m not... a real detective, you know.”
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    “But, you had a goal, right?” He asked. “It seems running around a hostile nation on impulse alone is... really dangerous.”
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    “We’re on a different planet,” Cheh replied. “Wherever you came from, that man,” he pointed to John. “And that woman next to him took you away from there, for their own purpose. I think there is some prophecy? There has to be, otherwise why would they choose us... anyway, we’re use trying to find a way home now.” @ShadowLord_Lith
  13. I think I am here.
    "Me neither," Rob said, leaning back, answering her smile with a stone-still face. "Some of the others, they call it magic, but I never found that making sense, you know? Magic is supposed to be fake, where you wave a wand or a staff and cast spells. What we do... it seems like another type of science, that only some people can see. Because of her, you know?" Rob pointed upwards, to the ceiling. "The Unmade, demon, whatever. She stops people from seeing what we do. Which is why you can't see it." Only when explaining it out loud did Rob realize how it sounded, demons, evil magic soldiers, that only a few people can see, that invaded your dreams. "It's... well, it has its ups and downs. It certainly doesn't leave much time for homework," he joked, though his neutrally demeanor usually meant most jokes were delivered incorrectly. @Blessing of Potency
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    "Cheh." He didn't mention how he'd already said his name to the stranger, though he wanted to. The stranger had been caught off-guard by his introduction, and even now it seemed they were almost afraid of Cheh. They seemed nervous as well, which Cheh could understand. They must have been really confused, not everyone had someone like Jessy, who'd explained everything about the other planets, the space boats, and aliens. Cheh looked the stranger in the eyes. "Huh," he said and smiled. He gestured to the stranger's eyes, and then his own. "You've got green eyes, like me." Though Cheh's were the normal dull green of the Earth Kingdom, and the stranger's were bright.
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    "We'll use the car, then," Marcel said. Wita wanted to sit next to him and he had to admit anyone wanting to be near him was a surprise. Never the less, it was a welcome one, and Marcel looked at the mobster, then gestured to his watch, a cheap plastic thing with a green LED flashing simplistic digits at him. "We don't have long," he said. "How fast can you drive?" @Dr. Dapper
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    “I don’t have much money,” Marcel said. “We may have to convince the taxi driver to allow us.” He grinned.
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    “I mean, it is pretty scary,” I said. “And what happens if the Writer dies? Do all of their characters disappear too?”
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    “But there’s another strategy,” Wes said quietly, so only Mike could hear. Slowly he took out a small ring, one of his bendalloyminds. He gave it to Mike and gestured to the spikes. “Investiture resists Investiture, so...” he paused. “Touching that ring to any spike will probably really hurt the animal it belongs to. You could hurt them if they challenge you, Mike,” he said. “Make them follow your commands, out of fear than friendship. It is probably the most efficient.” He looked Mike in the eye as his fist clenched. “You don’t have to be afraid of them.”
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    “His wallet has the address,” Marcel said. “Sugar Heights.”
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    Wes had no idea what to do. He was used to problems where there was just one uncontested solution. Stick a wire here, run a current through that. Something like this... the truth was Wes had no idea what to do either. But he knew saying so might put Mike in even more despair. Mike, not sir, he kept trying to remind himself. “Do they like food?” Wes asked. “Maybe you can try and feed them, when you transform into them. Would that make them happy? Sorry, bad idea,” Wes’ face scrunched up.
  21. I think I am here.
    Sagitta had gone to sleep, but the Cahayan still remained. Price continued to stay watch, silent in his lookout for predators or creatures that could prove deadly. After an hour of nothing, he looked to Zura. “What were you doing in Tühine to begin with?” He asked.
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    Marcel didn’t know who she was thanking, but he shrugged all the same. A good day, she’d said. Marcel wondered how it must have been, to be happy like that, happy and ignorant. He was almost envious, but gently focused his thoughts back to the stamp, tried to read the symbols he had etched onto it. It was a alteration symbol, to the make the subject physically weaker when applied. Most stamp-magics had a Subject the stamp focused on, Marcel had learnt long ago, but never as much as bloodsealing. In his magic, stamps needed blood. You couldn’t get more targeted than that. It meant effects were specific, and that allowed further manipulation. You could do so many things to someone if you just had their blood. “Should we go to his house?” Marcel asked. “It seems weird he’d walk all the way from there just to be murdered.”
  23. I think I am here.
    As they talked, Cheh shuffled near to one of the new people. That facial expression, Cheh understood it. “I’m a little confused, too,” he leaned in and whispered. He smiled. “Cheh. Nice to meet you. Do you have a... power?”
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    “But who murdered Apollyon?” I wanted to say, then realised I had said it. Meta-character was flailing around on the floor, and with a hesitant eraser I erased his character sheet, and slowly he faded away from existence, just a figment of my imagination. I thought of something, then looked to everyone at the wedding hall. “What if Apollyon was a character?” I proposed. “They are indistinguishable from regular people like us, and his writer might have wanted to kill him.”
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    “Sure, Doc can get you a gun,” Rob said. He looked at her blankly, sitting up on his mattress. “Now that you mention it,” he said, allowing himself to relax. It was easy to relax around Ashlyn, he didn’t feel he had to closely guard his feelings. At least, not more than he did with anyone else. But he kept the neutral face. “Yeah, it does smell like pancakes. Must be... Flid, Leona or Shana. They’re good at cooking.” Unsure what to say he changed the subject. He shrugged, face blank. “Shame about those Voidbringers. They completely crashed Prom night.”
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