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  1. I think I am here.
    Great rap, @Sorana! Thanks for the reminder Without further ado, make way for Tobiaaaaaaass!
  2. I think I am here.
    Max felt the bandages wrap around his leg and he nodded. His despair, his feeling of being nothing but a swordsman who couldn’t even use his powers to their full potential faded when he felt her out a hand on his cheek, and he looked into her eyes with his. Both of his eyes, thankfully. She was here, to help him when he felt like he was useless. She was his support, right now both emotionally and physically. Good plan, he said, looking to the enemies. I can bait them. Can you soulcast acid? Let’s not do a bomb, I know how you feel about fire. —-— Across the city, a Canton force of 20 men at and women stationed themselves as per the orders of the leader of Operations. “Take guard!” One woman yelled and the 20 operatives got in position, placing down a large machine and surrounding it to guard it from abominations. The machine was a forcefield generator that would create one of the Canton’s signature massive shields. It would take a few minutes to charge up, and the Canton squad of twenty was ready to defend it against their last breath until that countdown. They had to.
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    Marcel smiled. Zinc made sense, it made a lot of sense. But was it a coincidence? He knew, a degree in forensic science —especially one in forensic pathology — had paid off. The girl wasn’t dead but that didn’t mean Marcel couldn’t use his investigative skills on her. “Yes, the pattern is nice,” Marcel said, looking at the girl with a new light. He wondered, was it a simple bracelet? Or something more? “Do you want to see a magic trick?” He asked.
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    “Okay,” Cheh said. He could be a team-player, even if it was with someone with another planet. Stomping on the ground Cheh propelled a rock fragment vertically in the air. It sailed over his head and landed across the escape pod with a clang. Cheh smiled. “I hope I can go back home,” he said. “I have a family. Maybe after we do whatever John wants us to, I want to go home. I like my planet.” Cheh looked to Jessy and another thought appeared in his head. “I wonder if you could lift me up with your gravity powers?”
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    “Ashlyn,” Rob replied. He shrugged. “She came to the house some days ago. We were going to get some fresh air outside. She probably thinks I just ditched her and ran away.” He shook his head. “But it’s okay. I would do it again if it meant saving Shana and Ben. Stonewards are made for sacrifices.”
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    “Thanks,” Marcel said and tilted his head at the change of music, to a slower pace than before. The lights changed too, neon red flashes changing to yellow and fast whirls of light slowing to match the tempo. Marcel raised an eyebrow at the girl. “I’m not leaving however. Why, when there’s so much fun still left to be had?” He smiled and was about occupy himself with someone else. The girl enjoyed the music, and Marcel was happy to just let her dance in her own world without interrupting her. Something caught his eye, however, reflecting a ray of disco light. “That bracelet,” Marcel said, if only humouring himself, pointing to her bracelet. “Do you know what metal that is?”
  7. I think I am here.
    “Yeah,” Rob said, face impassive but looking down. He glanced at the police officers, and then at the room where the injured were being wheeled off to, and began to slowly walk in that direction. “I was just about to talk with someone, too.” Ashlyn. She was nice, but Rob kept his face stone cold.
  8. I think I am here.
    Price nodded, looked at the half of bread she had given him. Even though he wasn’t hungry, he ate anyway. “It’s just easy to believe in the glory of battle when one’s never been in it himself,” he said quietly and took a bite. “All around we see signs encouraging people to register as part of the military, but what about those who are scribes, those who do not pick up a sword? Those who can’t?” He shook his head slightly and looked around. The soldiers mainly left the two of them to themselves, but after a couple of minutes one of them from a table next to theirs turned and looked to them. “What is a ledger man and a slave doing here?” He said in a playing way, and the soldier next to him smiled. “It sounds like the beginning of a bad joke.”
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    She said she wouldn’t mind something to eat and Price led them to the same room where she had eaten prior. He thought about what she told him of war, how she didn’t know what parts were true and what parts weren’t. The way she described it sounded rueful. Price didn’t know what he would lose pursuing his dream. He didn’t have much to lose. “And yet, it is perhaps the most popular occupation in Tühine,” he finished and opened the doors to the eating room. What had once been empty was now filled with soldiers, munching away at bread, apples and other easily-grown foods. The room was about half-filled, so there was still space to sit at a discarded table in privacy, or however much privacy you could get when you were stuck in a small room with dozens of hungry soldiers. No one recognised him, just seeing him as yet another scribe. Averting his gaze he looked to the barrel of bread and gestured to Sagitta to get some if she wanted it. Price wasn’t hungry. @Sorana
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    Rob nodded and stood without taking the officer’s hand. He looked to the officer with a blank expression. He didn’t know what to say. Didn’t everything he said from now have the ability to be used against him in court. Which means the logical thing would be to demand a lawyer. “I hope everyone will be okay,” he said instead and followed where Ben was being wheeled to.
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    They danced. A part of Marcel wondered whether to be offended by the question of whether he was new around here, and if the girl had assumed that from his accent. But she seemed genuine, and from what he’d made out not that type of person. But he had to be careful with meeting others; he knew first hand looks were deceiving. “I can’t wait,” Marcel said and looked up, to the disco lights, swaying with the music. He wasn’t as caught up in it as the teenage girl, but he was also having fun. “I can only imagine what music would be better than this.”
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    “Oh,” Cheh said. The reapers she talked about didn’t sound like fun. But if she was right, they didn’t even exist, so no need to worry. “Yeah, maybe it’s some very powerful enemy.” He thought for a moment, and shrugged. “I still am at a loss why I was chosen. My world is small, and the enemies there don’t threaten the planet, or the universe or galaxy. They just threaten a few other people. Compared to everything else, my world is really weak. Meanwhile other worlds,” he gestured to the others in the pod. “Already have the abilities of probably the most powerful being in my world.”
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    Would that help? It’s a big cut. Max looked at Althea for a moment, sighing and closing his one eye. What was the point? I’m useless in battle. I can’t heal. My only weapon is a sword and emotional Allomancy which is useless if I don’t want to manipulate people. What use is being good at fighting when every other goon is just as good and invincible?
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    The chain pulled out of Max’s leg and suddenly he was back on the roof, the pools of water left from the rain staining red with his blood. Max looked around, so many fighters here, at least one of them would have to be a healer, right? He saw an abomination on the rooftop and clenched his jaw. He could try to control it, but since his encounter with the Phoenix a moral force in him ad inhibited that ability. Althea? He asked, because it hurt to look around too much. Are you there?
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    “I know a jive,” Marcel said and smiled, stood up. He was much taller than her, and while he had originally thought the girl was drunk, it seemed she didn’t have the telltale signs of someone under the influence of too much alcohol, Just living in the moment, then, and Marcel could respect that. He took her hand and did a little jive, the empty space where the girl had been lying down now instantly occupied by frenzied dancers. He looked at the girl, she seemed to enjoy the disco a lot. “You like ABBA?” He asked, raising his voice as to not be drowned out by the tsunami of sound encompassing them.
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    “Reapers?” Cheh asked. “We have reapers where I come from. They reap crops when the harvest comes.” He looked to Sagitta and frowned. “Though I think you might be talking about a different type of reaper? Because I don’t know why you would think a farm reaper isn’t real.” Well, maybe for them it wasn’t. Maybe they used their Biotic gravity powers to grow crops.
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    Price nodded. A sore topic. When the tome came to test how much she could increase something’s intensity, Price hoped the trauma, memories, whatever it was wouldn’t affect Sagitta’s willingness. Thankfully, she had agreed to allof the proposed tests, but what would happen if she didn’t? Especially now that they were changing bases to a compound where Price wouldn’t have absolute authority over Instinct Testing. They reached a very thick wooden door and Price motioned for a guard to open it — Price would be too physically weak to push it. Sunlight burst through and almost blinded Price, but after a few blinks his vision adjusted and he stepped further out, the noise of soldiers’ eating and conversing ringing through the air. At this time of night, it would be their break. “It sounds intense, being a soldier,” Price said. “If you’ll excuse the pun.” He gestured to the canteen place where Sagitta had been given bread. “Do you want something to eat. Unfortunately it’s not like last time, there are soldiers inside.” @Sorana
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    Rob sat down where the medic gestured, looking to the police officer and back to Ben. “Benjamin,” he said in a neutral voice. “I forgot his last name, but I think he carries his library card on him, so that should be a good ID.” He looked to the police officer again. “Though I don’t know if you guys are allowed to take things out of people’s pockets. I can take it out if you want.”
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    Dancing Queen, Feel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah, Marcel moved in with the crowd, swaying to the music and advancing to the centre. His eyes were attacked with all the colours and patterns of the clothing, the lights that bathed the room in red, and then blue, and then green. Marcel blinked a couple times and smiled. Below him the beat pulsed through the flooring, a universal rhythm that the disco revolved around, no matter how chaotically. “You can dance,” Marcel whispered the lyrics to himself as they were sung, swaying his head and continuing to walk forward. “You can jive, having the time of your life.” There was a shuffle in the crowd a little ahead, not one of the dancing shuffles Marcel had seen become popular but something that had yanked the people in front of him out of the flow, the hypnotic music. Coincidentally, the lyric: “Ooh, see that girl” was sung just as Marcel stepped forward, seeing a teenage girl on her back in the middle of the disco, staring blankly at the ceiling. Marcel laughed and pushed past one more person. He kneeled down next to the girl, only now realising his foot had been tapping to the beat of the song. “Very nice,” he said. He still had not lost his French accent after years of living in London but thankfully it had become much lighter than it had once been. “I didn’t think it was possible to try and go to sleep in the middle of a disco! Are you alright?” @Sorana
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    “So that’s where I come in!” Marcel said, having to shout to the gorgeous woman on the leather-topped barstool next to him so the music wouldn’t drown out his voice. “Oh! What do you do?!” The woman shouted back, leaning closer to him. She had green and yellow leggings with some large frilly design at the bottom, keeping up with the fashions. Marcel of course had his own fashion he was keeping up with. Red and white coat, frills at the cuffs. “I walk in, tell the police how the man died! And boom! Criminal caught!” “Ooh, like something out of that new film! The one with - what’s his name? Pacino or somethin’!” “The Godfather!” “Yes! Like that!” “Sort of! Except usually those organized crime types are for the experienced guys!” “And what are you, French man?” She said it in a romantic way that put a smile on Marcel’s face, despite the fact that without the contact lenses she’d be running. “Well, I’m not exactly a licensed Forensic Pathologist yet! I sort of work at a graveyard for now!” “A graveyard?” The woman asked, face twisting to a frown. Marcel nervously took another sip of his drink. “Yeah, just for now!” “Ok... I’ll see you around!” The lady said and left in a hurry, the frills of her green clothing fluttering around like ribbons. Marcel made a mental note not to tell people his job again. People didn’t like the sound of grave watcher. Sipping his drink he turned on his barstool and looked to the dance floor, the music, the neon lights, the 70s! Slowly he stood up. A little disco never hurt anyone... @Sorana @BookishOcelot @Dr. Dapper @Wyndlerunner
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    “Knowing what country we’re in, I’d expect everything to be prepared already,” Price said and left the room with a respectful nod to the medic. The old woman smiled and nodded back at Price and Sagitta. Price began walking further up flights of stairs. There was not much difference in the surroundings as they ascended except for a lighter coloured rock making up the walls. “Have you ever tried making things more intense, instead of less?” Price asked, more as an actual question than a test interview.
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    @I think I am here. Max tumbled down with her and yelled in agony as the blade within his leg lurched around. Slamming the lights in his vision away he had only one singular thought as they fell. Turning he tried to get above the Leader while they freefalled, summoning Sethramir to impale her on the floor. —- “Yes,” Wes said, hiding a little behind Mike as the battle with the abomination raged on with Tels’ troops. “We’re here to help, sir.” He turned and whispered to Mike. “You’re still my leader, though.”
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    Cheh hesitated, then nodded. “Probably. I just might have to practise. I’m not used to bending with anything more than normal rocks.” He looked to the ball that had been pulverised. “Though theoretically I should be able to bend anything with earth in it or any form of earth. Like sand, mud, metal and lava. But those techniques are really hard to learn.” He looked back to Jessy. “But now I know who your enemies are, these ‘aliens’, I wonder what enemies John wants us to fight?”
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    Some police officers asked Rob to come with them to the police station, for questioning. How would they explain what happened? A shooting, but there were no bullet holes. Instead, just a bunch of unconscious people. The healing had removed any injuries. Rob stood up to follow them, but looked down to the medic tending to Ben. “He is unconscious,” Rob said, thinking of what to say. “He fainted.” He looked the medic straight in the eyes. Would they think Rib was lying because he didn’t show any emotion? “And I am calm because I am in shock,” he said bluntly, which was actually a pretty good excuse. @Sorana @AonEne
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    She jumped over the blade and Max dismissed it. He saw her move to flick a blade towards him and he twisted his upper body, grabbing a piece of shattered rock from the stone spike and using it to block the knife. The lack of sound was eerie, Max couldn’t hear the impacts his or the leader’s attacks were making. The chain dug deeper in him and he cursed. Althea still hung by and watched, thinking of what to do next. She gripped the wall, looked to the fight they were both having. A fight Max seemed to be losing. Hesitating she stepped a fraction closer and soulcasted the floor the Leader was under to air. Hopefully that would buy them more time. —-— Opening the door to the roof Wes stared with wide eyes. Mike was right next to him. “Woah,” Wes said, looking to the abomination, and to the grunts that were also fighting. He stopped in place, unsure of what to do. “Which one is Tels?” Mike asked and Wes nodded, searching through his device and finding the face of who Tels was. He looked up and saw it was the same man who was leading the forces against the abomination. Of course, they had to help out against the weird scorlion-manbat thing, not a regular grunt. A full on monster. They jogged over to Tels. @Truthless of Shinovar —-—
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