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  1. I think I am here.
    Price also sat in the carriage, facing the open doors, his legs hanging from out the back. The sun set and darkness descended upon the carriage, and the sounds of crickets in the night could be heard. Price was glad he was watching first, he would have found it difficult to sleep with a Cahayan watching over him. He looked back at Zura. Classical Cahayan. Not one night and already defiling the Tühinine carriage. “I cannot guarantee it,” he told Sagitta.
  2. I think I am here.
    “Huh,” I said, and Meta-character looked at me. “You seem to be thinking of something,” he said. “Well,” I continued. “I control you. So that means, anything I say can happen to you, right? Isn’t that... too much power for one person to have? With great power comes great corruption. I could do whatever I want as a Writer. I could become a tyrant!” “I doubt it,” Meta-character said and I held up my book in response, edited Meta-character’s character sheet. “Hey, hey what are you doing?!” Meta-character called as suddenly they had blonde hair, and were 4 feet tall. “See? I control you.” I did another edit and Meta-character had four arms. “Hey, stop! Give me that!” Meta-character reached for my sketchbook but I edited the character sheet again and they had no arms. I looked at them, then at the sheet. Then at the aquamarine voice. “This is too much power,” I said. “No one should have this much power. No one.”
  3. I think I am here.
    “Sure thing,” Marcel said to Wita, agreeing to tell her about how her Feruchemy worked. But now... was certainly not the best 9 times, definitely not while they hung around a dead body in an alleyway. It was a good thing there was no such thing as ‘DNA forensics’ or their fingerprints would be all over the man’s stuff. He looked to Kira and Lewis. Having a conversation about the victim. “Do you both want to help?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. He didn’t mind he’d interrupted their little heart to-heart, they could have their little teenage flirting later. A grin quirked at the tips of Marcel’s lips.
  4. I think I am here.
    “Oh, hi,” Cheh said and waved to the newcomers. He must have not seen them in the pod. But while the more was certainly merrier, more people meant more noise for the bad guys to track them down with. And a group was always as fast as it’s slowest member, as the old saying went. Cheh looked to all of them. “Though how we’ll find a ship,” he continued off of Jessy. He shrugged. “Who knows. Maybe we can hijack one of the bad guys’?”
  5. I think I am here.
    “Mike,” Wes said and sat down next to him. He fished in his back pocket until he found a handkerchief and gave it to him. He looked at the hole where the spike had been taken out, and tried to remember when Mike had pointed them all o7t to him, told him which was which. “Porcupine,” he whispered in understanding, patting Mike on the shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting way. He liked Porcupine. Porcupine had crawled next to him comfortingly when he’d thrown himself at Syndicate, injured himself badly. “It’s okay,” he said. “It’s okay...”
  6. I think I am here.
    “Ooh,” Meta-character said. “There are others? Like me?” I was still having an existential crisis.
  7. I think I am here.
    “Wait, so that’s what a Writer can do?” I asked, slightly happy another first-person character had joined. “Summon their characters?” But that was the problem. I hadn’t written any characters. I was a existential-crisis detective here to solve a murder, I had never written any character. So did that mean I was a character? Wait, but what if I wrote something! Quickly I took out my dtetcive handbook and scrawled something on the beige pages. Character: Meta-character Personality: Umm, we’ll just say he’s smart, and strong and stuff. Weaknesses: a character Backstory: written by me. I focused on the thing I had just wrote, channeling the power and suddenly Meta-character appeared I front of me. I hadn’t put any description into his appearance so it constantly was changing to what everyone thought of him, similar to mine. I waved, and Meta-character waved back. “Wait, so you’re my character, right?” Meta-character nodded. “Yeah, I’m your character, but you are also someone else’s character, which means you just created the first character who’s now got a character. You literally created a meta-character. Hence, me. Meta-character.” My mind was spinning. It was Writer-ception. Did that mean there were multiple levels of reality? I was a Writer now I could summon characters, but I was a character. But I was as also written in first person! So who was I? Did I even exist? My existential crisis I was so known for began to happen, my appearance flickering in and of of reality.
  8. I think I am here.
    “I’m willing,” Price nodded. Then he nodded again, to himself. “My whole life, I’ve been willing. But life’s never given me a chance.” He had no strength, but he had will in spades. Will and knowledge. He had knowledge too. “Thank you,” he said.
  9. I think I am here.
    The spren screamed and it burned and fizzled up when the spike hit it. It fell to the floor, decaying the ground, and the gold metalmimd from Seom in addition with the spikewas what finished it off for good. It puffed away in a red haze. Wes looked from the spren to Mike, gasping. “Mike!” He yelled and ran to Mike. He’d taken the spike out, there was blood everywhere. He looked to Seom, silently pleading for her to use a metalmind on Mike. He didn’t know either her metalminds could heal damage from removed spikes, but they needed to try.
  10. I think I am here.
    “You’d teach me?” Price asked and turned to her with complete surprise. He masked his emotions as soon as he showed him, there was no benefit in opening himself up to a subject. All the books had said friendships between testers and subjects always made things complicated. Everything had to remain professional. “Anyone who could teach me usually said it couldn’t be done, because of my weakness,” he slid up the sleeve of his coat slightly, so Sagitta could see just how thin his arm was. He slid it back immediately.
  11. I think I am here.
    Marcel clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “You’re not broken,” he said, cupping his hands together like a bowl, and then squeezing them shut. “Only restrained. But once those shackles - that pain, you say, - comes off? Then, you will shine brighter than perhaps anyone else, with how long you’ve been storing.” He smiled. It was nice, having Wita around. He needed someone to stop him from overthinking things.
  12. I think I am here.
    When he finished Wita clapped her hands and he smiled nervously. Like this was some show, or movie, or roleplay that he was making a speech in. In all fairness, it did make him feel a tad more awesome. When she poked him and asked her question a frown tugged at his lips. “I didn’t know this,” he said honestly. “A Sparker, uh, how do I say this in English...” he paused, thought for a moment. “It is the name we give to people with your ability. Like a lamp ignited by a spark, see?” He pointed to a streetlight. “Your brain can become brighter or dimmer.”
  13. I think I am here.
    “Yes,” Price said. Unfortunately, as predators went to sleep at night, new ones awoke. “I can watch first, while you rest, though,” he said. No need to force her to overextend. “Being a soldier is considered one of the greatest honours in Tühine,” he said. “With all of the murals, and stories, and everything... sometimes I still dream of glory, though I know I will never really have it in the way it’s expected. They say dying in battle means you go up there, no matter what bad deeds you’ve done.” He pointed to the sky. “Well, I guess it is damnation for me, then.”
  14. I think I am here.
    The spren didn’t seem very open to communication. It seemed more like a flamespren or rainspren: mindless, not nearly as intelligent as some of the others. It bounced around, and when it approached Wes at a speed he couldn’t dodge he threw up his hands and the spren hit his bendalloy bracer. The spren seemed to burn a little and then scream, speeding up its movements. It saw Mike was alone and homed in on him. “Magic is its weakness!” Wes said. “I think. Please don’t die because I said that!”
  15. I think I am here.
    When Lena asked to come Alask nodded. She knew his secret and it seemed the Forge already knew her as the ‘Hunter Shade’s friend’. Having her around on patrols would definitely help the neighbourhood like her more, and by association the Forge. The Forge. The Forge was the only thing that mattered. Shez hummed a little at Alask’s Ambition. It had only been growing since his Bond with Shez. Shez. “Who’s Shez?” Eve asked and Alask looked to her with surprise. She either could read minds or Alask must have accidentally slipped the name into conversation. “Homeless person,” he replied, always quick with a believable lie from his thieving days. “Good at fighting, he always helps me out on patrols.” The lie was nice. Clean and smooth. Perhaps the only suspicious thing had been Alask’s initial surprised expression.
  16. I think I am here.
    Price nodded, eyes fixed on Zura’s back as she walked away. Probability Instinct or not, it seemed unlikely she’d find a horse before sundown. What horses had survived had probably run away at the approach of the Forestlynx. “The carriage is as secure as we can get,” he said. “It has a locking door, and is shelter enough. We can burn the wheels to make a fire.” He looked to Zura again. “We’re going to make a shelter!” He yelled to her. Then, under his breath. “Bloody flatlander.” It was a derogatory term for Cahyans.
  17. I think I am here.
    “If they want,” Marcel said. More heads were always better than one. His sister would disagree. “They all know about Investiture, it seems,” he said. Pointing to each of them in the group, and then at himself. “Sparker, Edgedancer, Coinshot, Bloodsealer. I don’t know about the mobster, it seems he would have more pressing issues.” He looked to each of them in turn. “There is a good chance that the death of this person was something bigger. Like you said, a ‘hired hit’. If they target one Invested person, who’s to say they won’t target more?” He stood up straighter. “This could be the start of something that risks us all. “And whoever paid clearly wanted no one to know about the ‘portals’. We know. So, we are in danger in that way also. Perhaps the only option for now is to work together, at least just for tonight,” he said. “Would you all be willing?” @Dr. Dapper @Eluvianii @Sorana @Hope Spren
  18. I think I am here.
    Cheh was about to speak but more people appeared and John and Alyssa seemed to suddenly take on a blank and wooden tone. If Cheh new what robots were he would have called them robotic. He looked to Jessy and Ryan nervously. If a fight broke out, it would hurt their chances of survival. “Um,” Cheh quietly interjected. “Before you guys brawl, there are very dangerous people chasing us and you fighting would alert them more than a ringing bell, so unless you all want to die, and want all of us to die too,” he gestured to Jessy and Ryan. “Maybe we can just talk instead?”
  19. I think I am here.
    “And why are they called Writers? They type,” I said like it was some big revelation, looking up to the source of the aquamarine voice. “A classification system? I guess if I can fly around, do general godly stuff, I must be a Writer? Otherwise, what would be the perks of being one?”
  20. I think I am here.
    Rob fell silent, thinking. She didn’t have any abilities, she couldn’t see Voidbinding and Surgebinding, and she wanted to help. Somehow, that made her the bravest of them all. No powers, no stormlight healing, but still eager to help. But how? “You should ask Doc,” he said finally. “He’s the leader, he brought all of us together. He’s smart, he’ll know what you should do. Me,” he shrugged. “I am not too good at thinking of ideas. I leave that to the more creative people.”
  21. I think I am here.
    “Lets’s go, then,” Wes said, and now it was him trying to drag Mike and Seom by the hands to the rooftop. He passed by familiar landmarks, all decrepit and ruined now, to show he was going in the right way. He stopped in place when a little red spren appeared in front of him, no bigger than his fingernail. It began to kamikaze around, decaying anything it touched. Wes yelled and put his hands up to protect himself. It was only a very small spren, but it was scary and Wes didn’t want to be decayed.
  22. I think I am here.
    “I think it was something to do with those flying boats,” Cheh said. They must have had really fast ones to pick them up from all of their original planets. But how would they ever make another one? “And something to do with sleeping. I was sleeping when they took me.”
  23. I think I am here.
    She hadn’t seen all of it. It made sense, because Sha-Theoxis did that to people who weren’t Radiants. But, it also showed her grip wasn’t foolproof on people’s minds. Opening the door to the room he entered and sat pm his mattress, looking at her. It was good she asked him. Rob was good at getting straight to the facts, no beating around the bush. “There are Voidbringers. They are evil. They look like normal people except with red eyes. The less they look human, the stronger. They tried to kidnap Ben and Shana. We saved them and killed a few. They can shoot lightning, and have a plant thing that enhances their powers.” He took a breath. “We are the Knights Radiant. We inhale stormlight,” he gestured to a sphere of stormlight next to him. “And it powers us. We’ve got a variety of abilities we can use.” He blinked again. “I hope that helped,” he said earnestly.
  24. I think I am here.
    How do you know if you are a Writer?” I asked and raised my hands. Noa lightning came out. Weren’t writers supposed to have infinite power? They wrote the world, didn’t they? The test made me think I wasn’t a writer, before I realised my name was Itiah, the literal username of my writer. And when I thought about it, I did do a little FFRP... But wait! All of this made me only more confused. Contrary to my other experiences, this time I didn’t know what to think.
  25. I think I am here.
    “I agree,” Marcel said and took the wallet. The address wasn’t listed as in the local area. In fact, it was listed as all the way in Sugar Heights, that neighbourhood was an hours drive away from where they were. So why would Christopher come to an area he lived so far away from? A meeting? Business? It didn’t list an occupation. “Would you like to help me get to the bottom of this?” He asked her, look her at Wita honestly. Nothing needed to be pressured. “I need to figure this all out...” he said.
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