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  1. “However long you need,” Alask said, looking at Mart. He wasn’t a super large child, he wouldn’t drain away any resources of the Forge. His eyes wandered to the shopping supplies that had been gotten and he smiled. “We have enough for all of us. Would he be willing to help out with a few chores here and there?” he looked to Mart with a soft expression. “Nothing too strenuous.”
  2. “Okay,” Wes said, and he and Mike moved their way up the building. Fortunately, despite the battle on the roof the stairs were not crumbling or broken, and they got up just fine. Mike could feel the animals inside of him, wolf, fox, salmon, squid and porcupine trying to reach the surface but suddenly — It was over. The storm. And even though keeping control of his body was as difficult as it had always been, it was nothing compared to what had already happened with the storm, and he regained his fully human form, sighing in relief. Wes noticed the AlleyStorm leaving as well and continued walking, his metalminds were filled to the brim, and he was at least happy about that. They continued walking and Wes carried some pillows. The roof wasn’t far. —-— Max watched as Althea elsecalled down to the floor where they were, keeping her distance and he suddenly felt a lurch as the power that had been surging through him left him. With his eyes distracted and absolute silence the Leader’s strike caught him by surprise; he swung Sethramir up to block the chain going for his face but the attack for his leg sank its blades into his leg and wrapped its chain around it. Max yelled and fell on the ground. Years of Devaan’s training went through him as he felt his muscles seize up at the pain. Think clearly. Understand the weakness the enemy’s attack gives. Exploit it. Simple advice, but hard to follow when you were at constant risk of being killed. Max looked ahead. The chain was dug into his leg and wrapped around it, and the Leader was holding it, which put the Leader at close proximity to Max. Max swung Sethramir using his leg as an anchor, which set stars burning through his vision but enabled him to try a strike at the Leader, one that would hit if they didn’t let go of the chain ensnaring Max’s leg. Althea hung by at the wall. With disappointment she sensed the storm leave her, the immensity of stormlight and the power of the rain and the wind and the thunder escaping her. She wished it had stuck around longer, but after all, if every day was a storm it would lose its charm. She watched the battle and tried to think pf how to help. No use charging at the Leader face on; that would put both her and Max at more risk than they needed. So she raised a hand and soulcasted the air above the leader into a stone spike, cautious now that the almost infinite supply of stormlight the AlleyStorm had given her had run out. @RayOfSunshine —-— Zokora continued to do what she was doing. @AonEne
  3. “He can stay here,” Alask said. “There are mattresses I can get out, Laonin kept spares for refugees.” Laonin. Alask found himself thinking of the wise man for the first time in a while. Why would he think of this? Alask thought about it, and noticed he was thinking of himself as different from being just another pupil. He was a successor. Laonin had left them, and now it was for Alask to bring back the Forge, with or without anyone’s help. The Ambition fueled him, and Shez hummed a little in worry.
  4. Finally Tÿlevlæn was finished and he laid back with a satisfied sigh. “She is done,” she told Price. “She might be limping however.” Judging by what Price had seen of Sagitta walking around with the injury he doubted it. “Thank you again, Tÿlevlæn,” he said. “Oh, I’m a medic. What else am I going to do?” She winked and Price smiled, standing up straighter and extending a hand to Sagitta. She looked drained. Maybe exhausted or sad. “The trip is a few hours,” he said. “However, we do have a musician who know the flute coming with us.”
  5. “There are smart non-humans far away?” Cheh tilted his head to the side. “Where I come from, we call them spirits, though I don’t think they’re the same as what you say. The spirits are wise, they help guide us and they live in the spirit realm.” He sighed. “I only wish I could go there.”
  6. Althea, Max said as all sound disappeared. Did they make you deaf as well? They may not have been able to speak with their mouths, but they had always had another way to talk. The leader rushed forward and with Sethramir Max cut a square hole in the ground underneath where he stood and dropped to the floor below the rooftop, ducking underneath the Leader’s attack. She moves fast, he said to Althea. What if you soulcast a wall right where she tries to run too? —-— Wes ran into the building with Mike. When they were indoors he puffed out in exhaustion and shivered, his shirt was soaked from all the rain. The inside of the building looked like it used to belong to a business before being abandoned, and Wes collected some couches from the lobby and gave them to Mike. “Sir?” He asked. “Are you okay?” @Sorana
  7. In an instant a blur ran into the room, grabbed a cookie from both sides of the store and ran out, leaving a trail of crumbs and leaving the violet wine keg completely empty. If anyone had been recording with a slow motion camera they would have seen a slightly burnt man doing it
  8. Yay! Congratulations to Sorana and Snipexe as well.
  9. “A ship?” Cheh asked, looking down at the metal floor. A ship that sailed between stars instead of islands. “It’s a very cool ship, it must be fun to captain.” He smiled, and thought more about what she had said. The military. “Who do you fight against?” Cheh asked. “With your gravity powers, and training. Surely there’s an enemy army you have to fight?”
  10. Max watched with one eye’s worth of vision as Althea teleported to Max and out of the many Lightweavings the leader put up. Max raised a hand and Rioted pain. With all those wounds the leader had sustained, it had to have some effect. “Your monsters can only attack the city for so long. Like every other invasion, you’ll be put to a stop.” @RayOfSunshine —-— “Okay!” Wes said and looked at the navigation on the device. It led to a building, and the altitude markers indicated it was a high up floor or roof of one, which was bad. It was hard to get up a building in this war zone of a city. He ran forward and put an arm on Mike’s shoulder, tried to lead him to where they had to go. It seemed Mike was having more than enough trouble with the monsters inside of him. “Tels is over there,” he said, pointing. “Let’s run.” —-— Attacks were going well. Lusk launched a steady offensive from Shadesmar, but his device told him things still weren’t going up to scratch. A vision jostled his memory back to the Seven Day War. He hadn’t been around in the city to experience it, but he’d been brought in afterwards to fix it. And one of the major precautions he’d took was organising some Ghostblood abominations, monsters of their own. After all, it was always better to fight fire with fire. Holding his device up, Lusk said a few words into the microphone. “Signal Black. Send them in.”
  11. “I’ll be coming, and you will be transported along with some soldiers and test subjects we need to send there also, but other than that, yes.” Tÿlevlæn began to work on the wound, working slowly and carefully to stitch it up and Price noticed the hesitating expression on Sagitta’s face, similar to the blush when she’d bared her leg to the scribes in the testing room. Price chalked it up to Ta’e’iloan modesty and averted his gaze to the stone wall if it made her more comfortable. The wall was decorated with the message “Fight for Tühine!” painted on it along with a painted illustration of a sword. Always a sword. “Where did you pick this one up?” Tÿlevlæn asked Price as she continued to stitch the wound, raising a hand and removing the sensation of pain from the area with her instinct as she worked. “Orphanage? Off the street?” “She came to us,” Price replied. “Right at the front gate, actually.” “How fortunate.” “I agree.”
  12. “I’m fine,” Alask replied. “All the people who need protecting, at least from this area, have been evacuated. I guess we can evacuate too, but when we discussed it earlier it wasn’t in favour. And now,” he shrugged. “PlasmaCore has fallen, thanks to us. And the guilds will take care of the invaders, as much as I’d like the Ambition to stop those guys too. Like the Ambition it took to think about using the Phoenix.” He took another bite. “I think we’ve done great work.”
  13. Something hard coated Max’s eyelids and he stopped, planting Sethramir in the ground for balance. By the texture he could feel it was aluminium. Cursing Max tried to scrape the aluminium off one eye, grasping onto it. He managed to free one eye of the aluminium coating but the other would have to wait. He regained his vision just as he saw Althea falling and spears appearing out of the ground. Running forward Max chopped the top of one of the spears with Sethramir and spun, throwing it like a javelin towards the leader. Max cut off two more spear tops and threw those as well, some of them a little to the side in case they tried to dodge. @RayOfSunshine
  14. Price laughed. It was short and more akin to a “Ha!” than a continued “Hahahaha!”. He looked back to Sagitta and noticed her walking without a limp, and quickly noted something down. “There are no ‘soldiers of mine’. The only men I have authority over are the scribes. Once we reach the surface and move out of these tunnels, even a simple soldier would outrank me.” He moved through an open door into a small room. On a chair inside was an old woman. “Tÿlevlæn,” Price said, a name that would be hard for anyone not Tühinine to say, addressing the woman respectfully. He gestured to Sagitta. “We need her healed for testing.” Tÿlevlæn nodded and gestured for Sagitta to come forward, and got our tools to stitch the wound.
  15. Cheh nodded and leaned against a wall. He picked up a rock fragment off the ground and held it in between two of his fingers. “I live in a kingdom,” he said, then paused. “Well, a democracy. But only super recently. As a farmer. My whole family are all farmers. It’s usually just miles and miles of crops in every direction,” He looked to Jessy. “Apart from my kingdom —er, democracy, there’s two - well, three, major places people live. One for each type of bender. The waterbenders have tribes, which are basically cities, the fire nation has a monarchy, and the air nomads have their temples.” He stopped there, he didn’t need to give her a history lesson on the world. “What about you?” He asked.
  16. I didn’t notice the tear. But I’m telling you this now, so I must have noticed, right? I looked to the woman. It was supposed to be perfect, she had said. “Life like pudding,” I said quietly. “A perfect one doesn’t exist. You can have all the ingredients and still mess up. But, you can also have the worst pudding in the world, and with enough care it can become good.” I looked back at the would-be bride. “So let’s take care of the situation.” Idly I wonder what type of pudding this situation would be. Blood pudding, probably.
  17. “Hi, officer,” Rob said, hands still up. “Someone who saw the gunfire must have called. Some of us are really injured,” he looked to Shana on the ground, and then to Ben next to him. “So can you heal — help us?”
  18. Max turned and ducked behind his shield, the Aon chain’s magic fizzling against the aluminium surface but the kickback still pushing Max backwards. I contacted a few others with the shield plan, he said to Althea. Walking forward he tried another swing at the leader, so this time a dodge would lead to being pushed off the edge of the roof. Max didn’t know if the leader could die to that, but he wanted to get rid of them anyway. Give them a couple of minutes per shield. —- Wes stood and held onto the device Mike gave him. “Sir?” Wes called, holding it up. “What do you want me to do with this?” Wes was good with technology, he could maybe turn the device into something else, but he needed directions.
  19. “Well, now we can focus on the Forge,” Alask said. “So at least the PlasmaCore problem is over.” He raised his spoon in victory, and started eating some of the dessert.
  20. “Sixteen,” Cheh said. He was actually fifteen and a half, but it didn’t hurt to round up. He put his hands up jokingly. “I’ve already got a girl back home, though. Before you start thinking of anything.”
  21. Max caught the soulcasted shield and watched Althea remove the oil and try to distract the leader. The leader had some advantage in their jumps, that was for sure. So this time when Max lunged at the leader he swung the sword high, for the shoulders and thrust his shield ahead, trying to use it as a barrier or wall to limit the leader’s movement.
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