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  1. I think I am here.
    Price walked over to the bodies, started to take things like the woman’s medical kit. As Sagitta asked the question he looked up at her, and back at the dead. He shook his head. He couldn’t blame her for asking. The culture must have been different where she came from. “They are remembered silently, through contemplation. And if they have relatives, then perhaps they will speak some words. But I don’t really think it’s my place to say something for them.” Silent, thoughtful contemplation. Even more so if it was a soldier who died. Then the contemplation was laced with hate. “The only way we will survive is together,” Price said, taking a backpack of supplies from the carriage. There was no point in denying that. “I hate that.”
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    “Ooh,” Cheh said, hesitating and then reaching out to touch the floating water. It was weird. And so cool. Seeing the dirt and immediate impurities in the water Cheh concentrated and heaved forward his palms, and all of the fine rocky particles that had been carried with the water were bent away. John would have to boil it to make sure there were no germs for certain, but Cheh tried his best to take away most of the immediate dirt.
  3. I think I am here.
    “Cursebreakers,” Marcel repeated. He looked down at Wita and his eyes widened fractionally as she wiped the blood off of the seal, then showed to the spren and said he could paint. Without the bloodseal Marcel had nothing he could use against the thug. And there was no way Marcel was going to get more blood with the thug so on edge. Confidence. With confidence you could bluff your way through anything. But Marcel had never been so good in hiding what he was feeling. “Uh, very well,” he said, gesturing to the other two. “And I guess you must, er, also be part of this?” @Eluvianii @Sorana
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    Wes followed, let himself be dragged by Mike. He looked around, his heart frantic, until his eyes found a collection of guild soldiers, insignias on their uniforms unclear. But did it matter? “Sir? I mean, Mike, sorry, should we go there?” Wes rugged at Mike’s sleeve and pointed to the soldiers. “Will they help us?” —#— From across the other side of the city from the first shield, another Canton shield was being set up. This one didn’t have nearly the amount of guards, but then again, it wasn’t expected to be too big. It just needed to be big enough to connect with the other shield, and to corner the monsters. Still, that didn’t mean the people guarding it weren’t storms-afraid. “Hey Bob?” “Yah?” “You think we’ll end up like the other squad? With all of us dying?” “Eh, probs.” “Okay, well, thanks for comforting me, Bob.” “No probs. Ooh, look, it’s at 60% already. Looks like nothing bad’s going to happen!” “... you know that now that you’ve said that, you’ve cursed us, right? Oh, Heralds...” —#— Max looked to the monster, looked to Althea and the DA lady again. “Sethramir can do spiritual damage,” he said. “Do you think that’ll be useful?” @RayOfSunshine
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    So, there they were. A guy with purple arms, another guy who had a magical watch, a woman who could control gravity and another man who could “burn stuff”. And then there was Cheh. Not a bad team, he thought. But then, he had no idea what they were going against. Maybe they were all dead already. “A well,” Cheh said, looking down the seemingly endless pit. Dropping a stone into it he counted the seconds before he heard any splash. He looked to Jessy, and then John. Plans, they needed a plan. Cheh had always Ben good at plans, it had been part of the reason he’d always felt estranged from the others at the farm. “Jessy, maybe you can use your powers to pull the water up here? So it doesn’t take long?” He looked to John. “And you could boil it with your fire powers, right? To keep the water clean.”
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    The Forestlynx screamed and jumped back, thrashing its head back and forth, nothing but darkness enclosing it’s sight. The tomahawk remained buried deep within its skull and its crushed shoulder twisted against its body. Thrashing and roaring, the movements of the creature slowed as it brushed past bushes and trees. Finally, a whimper escaped its maw as its legs gave out beneath it and it slumped to the ground, blood pooling from where the massive tomahawk had caused irreparable internal damage. Price looked ahead, eyes wide. The left lens of his spectacles had a crack through it, but it was still the best way he could see and so he kept it on. He looked to the body of the creature, and then to the Cahayan boy. He was still alive, though anyone with common sense could see there was no way he’d survive the next few moments. He was almost... sad? No, he hadn’t felt sympathy when the Forestlynx had perished. How was this Cahayan any different? “What do we do now?” He asked, looking to the creature. They were alone, with a horseless carriage in the middle of the forest.
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    Marcel turned his back to the others, looking at the pager and clicking a button to stop the beeping. You’re late again, dude. I’ll take your shift, only because I don’t got anything else to do. You owe me. Marcel moved his thumbs over the green LED display of the message and not for the first time wished he had one of those two-way pagers that could respond, but those were expensive and Marcel wasn’t a full forensic detective yet. So he had to live with his one-way. Stuffing the little electronic in his pocket, Marcel looked back at the others who were there. Wita was playing with blood. Marcel walked over to her, not sure whether to tell her or not. He looked to Anthony. “Who paid you? Last question, I swear,” he said, a hint of a smile at his face.
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    The Cahayan boy let himself be pulled, looking to the corpses with wide eyes. He looked to Price and Sagitta, and finally to Zura. “Please don’t give me to them,” he pleaded. From up close he looked about two years younger than Zura. “They’ll torture me.” Price didn’t care the Cahayan had been saved. All hate he would have felt normally was directed now at the Forestlynx. The predator roared at the group, only one yellow eye glaring at them. The other one was a mess of red and green and had a long bloody scar running vertically down it. In addition, it’s tail was crushed and a long streak of red cursed its side. Baring it’s teeth, the creature prowled side to side, trying to find a vulnerability to exploit. The crazy man had fainted from the pain of his hand being clawed off, and the creature wasted no time in finishing him off. That should be enough, Price thought. It had to be enough. Three humans and a horse would be a meal for any predator, but Price new the Forestlynx didn’t think like that. They were irrational. The carnivore rushed ahead in a sudden burst of speed, but not at Price, Sagitta or Zura. All three of those people had their eyes trained on the creature, no doubt ready for an attack. But the Cahayan kid, he was staring at Zura, pleading to her, that he wasn’t prepared when the Forest lynx thrusted its claw out and struck his leg, digging its claws deep inside. He screamed, and the Forestlynx tried to walk back, to drag him behind.
  10. I think I am here.
    It was late. Incredibly late. And as Rob watched people slowly get up from the living room and wander to their rooms, Rob realised just how tired he was. He had been putting it off, thrusted his tiredness aside to focus on his duty. But there was no more things to do, and suddenly the lack of sleep kept up with him. Wordlessly he walked over to the stairs, and on the way he flipped a switch and turned the porch lights off. No need to waste electricity. On his way to his room he looked at some of the art that hung on the wall between doors. He felt a dull hit of envy, that there were people so creative as to make such popular pieces of art while he struggled to draw much more than a very detailed square. When he was in his room, he took a moment to happily bask in the bare, neat, utilitarian room. This was his domain. Putting his phone on charge and laying down on the grounded mattress he called his bed, Rob stared up at the ceiling. He switched off the light, and for a moment all he could hear was his heartbeat. Then, he closed his eyes and clenched his fists, and slept instantly.
  11. I think I am here.
    I happen to have an experienced Rioter character that could fit this role if you want
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    Wes suddenly paled white as snow. “Scratch that, let’s flee,” he said, shaking his head over and over again. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
  13. I think I am here.
    I would say the second option, saying a government exists but keeping it in the background gives people space to create PCs related to it if they want, such as a politician character, or someone corrupt, or someone with the government involved in their backstory. I also think continuing to have a government would be a nice little hallmark of the evolution AlleyCity has gone through over the eras (like a city-wide character arc )
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    I think it’s a good idea and a really creative backstory. And I’m always happy to see creative characters with unique abilities . I don’t think there would be a problem for Gasper to use his emotion locking on PCs, it is just a longer-term version of regular Rioting/Soothing. However, in the example you provided you said part of the emotion-locking is permanent, or indefinite unless the PC recognises and breaks out of it. I believe putting a permanent change on a PC like in the example would require their permission. Other than that, the normal emotion locking (which you said wears off) wouldn’t require express permission, as it’s like normal Emotional Allomancy RPing. I am also unsure about the mechanics of binding emotions to objects, since they don’t have emotions? Other than that, great character! Look forward to seeing them in the RP
  15. I think I am here.
    Fight or flee. The ever-lasting question. Max calculated the risks in his head, watched the two Conqueror monsters arrive at the rooftop. He knew, deep inside, that it was probably better to flee. To just leave, they would obviously have a higher chance of survival that way. But... When they had been trying to heal Solace had that mattered? Just killing the evil Epic would have enough, it would have been much, much less risky. But they had still tried. Because they knew it was right. “Fight,” Max said. “They look tough. Let’s take out one, the others can probably take down the other. We don’t want to stretch up our luck too far out.” ——- Wes looked to the monsters, the DA, to Mike and Seom. He ran over to them. Tilting his head he heard something about fight or flee from some of the higher ranked Ghostbloods, the ones who probably mattered, who could handle monsters like these. But still: “Do we fight or flee?” He asked, looking to Mike and Seom. “I’ll stay by your side no matter what, but,” he gestured to the machine gun. “That still has a couple bullets in it that would a shame to not use.”
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    Rob didn’t get the beetles reference. He didn’t listen to much music. If he listened to anything, it was usually a steady repetitive metronome to help him focus. He just nodded and looked to Shana. He could understand how he felt, not because he felt the same but because he knew what it was like to want to serve a duty. The Dustbringers were fighters, unparalleled in their fearsomeness. But they destroyed to protect. “Like a wolf,” he said to her, thoughtfully. “Protecting the pack.” He stood up. “They are right. We should sleep. All of us will probably think clearer when we have had a good rest.”
  17. I think I am here.
    The Forestlynx shrunk back at the cut in its side, eyeing the seven potential meals. It looked at the stick Sagitta held and stepped forward, tried to swipe a claw at her. Hesitantly, Price raised a hand and looked up. He used his Instinct on a tree branch high up and severed it from the tree. The Forestlynx dodged the main branch but it crushed its tail. Roaring in anger, the Forestlynx turned towards Price and pounced at him, but because of the recent injuries its pounce was slow and Price ducked. The creature salesman over its head and instead landed behind the three, right within striking range of the four others. With a pounce it jumped at the formally dressed man, biting into his neck and staining its green fur red. The plainly dressed woman yelled and backed away, but the Forestlynx was between her and the main group. The crazy man stepped forward to try and pet it, and with one swipe of its claw his hand was sheared straight off. The Cahayan captive was still bound to the van, so he could do nothing but beg for help in Cahayan.
  18. I think I am here.
    Cheh looked as two more people came out of the pod. “Oh, wow,” Cheh said, looking to Ryan and then John. “Finally someone who knows what’s going on.” He caught the food packet and shoved it in his pocket. He was hungry, but who knew how much food he was going to get? Better to keep the packet until he was starving. “What... what can you guys do? Like, your powers?” Cheh asked them. @John Flamesinger @Eluvianii
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    Marcel looked back too at the two other men approaching, one with a limp. The thug addressed one of them by name, did that mean they were with them? Instinctively Marcel turned, so his back was to neither threat, and so he could keep an eye on them at the same time. He looked to Wita. He would’ve told her to run, but he knew these gang types didn’t mess around. They’d probably search for her, and would have no trouble in doing so, giving how much he was realising she stored Zinc. What if she tapped that? All of that mental speed... Marcel blinked, looked to Wita and the Radiant and the floating figurine spren, as well as the Irish mobster. Now or never. “Who pai—” Suddenly a very quick sequence of beeeps came from Marcel pockets, not ceasing. He grimaced at the interruption, and with some hesitation, offered the bloodseal to Wita and the Radiant. “Can you take this?” He said quietly. Slipping his freehand within his jacket pocket he took out his pager, beeping far louder than something its size should have been able to beep. Storming pagers, always interrupting Marcel at the worst times. “I need to take this.”
  20. I think I am here.
    Talking. Talking was never Rob’s strong suit. To one side, was the debate about the world knowing. It was a fruitless argument, Rob knew, because Sha-Theoxis suppressed knowledge of Investiture to normals. Humans, Rob reminded himself. He had always reminded himself that he was not superior to other people just because he could turn rock to mush or turn a cloth into a knife. He’d seen the shows and movies, and he was adamant never to become like those people in them, who created a separate term for people without their abilities (his personal least favourite term was ‘muggles’). They were people, not a seperate species. Thinking like they were was how one traversed into supervillain territory. But now he realised he had been thinking off topic. Off the topic of whether people should know. The thought that it was a fruitless argument again appeared in Rob’s head. Sha-Theoxis didn’t allow for it to happen, and that was that. Why did it need to be complicated? But if they beat the Unmade, which was the plan... then it got complicated. And on the other side, the talk about the sword, about the wishes, about the curse. That was interesting. Rob wondered what would happen if they asked to have all their problems removed? What would the curse be? What if they wished for the end to world hunger? Was the Nightwatcher even that powerful. They’d have to sacrifice someone to get the curse, but Rob would be happy to volunteer. Enduring was what Stonewards did. Tumbling the thoughts around his head, Rob spoke up. Shana was upset and James was clenching his fists, someone had to say something. “It is a choice. We have kept this secret for so long, that if the world knows about us, the ones who want to stay secret can do so, without ever revealing they have powers. And the ones who want to reveal themselves, can. To each their own. Right?”
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    “Okay,” Marcel said to Wita. Her head, something happened with it when he screamed. It seemed she did not have a problem with death, however. Or maybe she didn’t understand it. Maybe life was better that way, Marcel thought. He didn’t really think it was fair of him to want to ‘heal’ her when she probably had been having a happier time at the disco than Marcel had ever had. Memories, of when Marcel was her age. France. His sister. His blood. “I won’t make him scream,” he whispered to her and looked up to the the thug, who was backing away. Like range would interfere with the bloodseal. It was never a question of distance, only time. After 24 hours blood became stale, it was one of the unbeatable drawbacks to his magic. “For one, why you killed this man. If you don’t tell...” He gestured to his clothing, pure 70s fashion. “I doubt your blood will look out of place on my red polka dot coat.”
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    “Go? Go where?” Cheh said, regaining his comfort on land and looking in the direction he’d seen the enemies coming from. He looked in another direction, hesitated then raised an arm and pointed. “I think I saw a lake in that direction. Not too far, and the canteens in the pod won’t last us forever, right?”
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    “You are in no position to attempt a bargain,” Price said, hate sleeping in his voice. He walked forward, beside Sagitta and looking towards where he had last seen the creature. The thing was, neither was Price. And as much as he detested the Cahayan, he knew there was only way he was going to any of them would survive, and that was by working together. He looked at the attacker one more time and sighed. Kill her, no. The Tühinine usually had other ways of dealing with captured Cahayans. As evident by the Cahayan test subject still tied inside of the carriage. Speaking of the carriage, the other people who had been inside were walking towards them now, the crazy man muttering and the formally dressed man glaring at Zura. “If you had not attacked us, we would not be in this mess,” the man said but Price raised a hand to quieten him. “Whatever, all of that’s already happened. Now we just have to find a way to live.” The trees above them rustled, and pouncing from a branch the Forestlynx roared, class extended, jumping at the group, especially Price, Sagitta and Zura, as they were at the frontline.
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    Max mentally projected his laughing voice. Yes. But you identified it, which is really good. An improvement, soon maybe you will be making your own jokes. --- "Okay," Wes said, looking up from his gun to Mike. There was a tear drop on the gun where Wes had been resting his head. "Okay... Mike," he winced and looked to Mike with a nervous laugh. "It's... weird. Not to call you sir. To just say... Mike. Mike, Mike, Mike," he said, trying to get into a habit.
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    "A Forestlynx," Price said, looking at the running woman. Cahayan. For a second, Price wished the animal would pounce on her, feed on her and be satisfied enough to leave. But Price knew these predators only craved more flesh when blood was drawn, like sharks. And judging by the bloody footprints, it was already too late. "They usually leave carriages alone. They're the apex predator of our country's forests. They eat meat, and they are very dangerous. Maybe you have a similar sort of dangerous animal to compare it with in Ta'e'ilo?"
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