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  1. I think I am here.
    Brillin sighed and facepalmed. Fourteen other gods? He turned away as Alyssa talked to Nerin and he sat down on the bed, looking towards Attayl, who was... hiding behind a cup? She told Nerin where she thought Lance was and he grimaced at the mention of him. Breaking windows and crashing parties and the like. “You and Lance might get along, actually,” he said to Alyssa. “Both of you have your little illusions. Him with being a Mistborn and you with your... planets.”
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    Rob looked at the scene, eyes widening a fraction. But he stood straighter, not showing any emotion. To show emotion was to show weakness, his father had always told him. He stepped forward, and put his arms up, palms facing towards them. He’d never used a surge from range before, he’d always needed touch. “I’m going to turn the knife to liquid,” he whispered to Cup, and she nodded, floating next to Shana, making sure she was visible only to her. “This is so scary,” Cup whispered into Shana’s ear, voice high-pitched. “But, Rob says he’s going to melt the knife, so... be ready.” Rob took another step and breathed in stormlight. “I need some close distance to the van to unmelt it,” he said, and took a deep breath. The knife glinted evilly, pressed against Shana’s throat. It was a simple metal knife, he could do it. Just melt it. Focus. But, it was hard, Rob wasn’t touching it, how could he melt it. He’d always heard that the only limits he had were thsoe he placed on himself, but he found that to be untrue. Like now, he couldn’t turn the knife to liquid, he was filled with stormlight, with the urge to do something and yet he couldn’t melt a single blade? Focus. He focused on the knife, focused on the space between the blade and his hands. The air, like interlocking parts, connecting his hands and the knife, and if he channeled the surge, channeled it like a beam, passing through the air, into the knife, maybe he could. With one step forward, he thrust out his hands and channeled his stormlight. And the blade melted.
  3. I think I am here.
    Cup nodded, paling. Oh wow, this was scary. A radiant was captured. She shrunk and trembled further and turned around, lightly tapping Rob’s neck. “Shana’s captured,” she whispered. Rob didn’t respond further than a subtle nod, he didn’t want to talk to his spren in front of Ashlyn. “I just remembered something,” Rob said, looking at a van, in the distance, looking at some of his friend’s chasing it and a wall of cake appearing to block it. That must have been the van they’d taken Shana in. “I have to do something, but you’re really nice, we should hang out some other time.” And with that he took off running, inhaling some stormlight on his way, enough to give him a dull glow and to keep up his running pace. He approached the van and stomped, turning the ground below it to liquid. It sunk a little into the ground and he stomped again, solidifying the ground and sticking the van into place. He kept his distance, watching for any Voidbringers to come out. Cup remained by his neck, trembling as usual, eyes forced shut. This was scary.
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    Cup brought her hands to her mouth and trembled slightly at the news. Mahad wrapped around her and she trembled more in fear, became smaller. “Oh no! I’m afraid too...” Cup wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. “I’m afraid as well, Mahad. Oh no, I hope Shana’s okay... how can we help? I’m just a spren...”
  5. I think I am here.
    Overall I like the idea. I think it allows us to take characters and settings in new directions, and then by the end of it all, allowing us to choose which parts stay into canon and which parts don’t, so it becomes like a reality-mesh. It gives the possibility of doing some pretty cool things, almost as if the characters were travelling in an ‘alternate timeline’ where things were different (obviously this hasn’t got anything to do with time travel but the analogy remains as the world is almost the same with some differences). I agree with the others though in that the guilds I think are a vital part of the setting. I love character-driven RP but I feel lots of work would be undone if the guilds were depowered to the degree that was noted. I’m fine with having them be less powerful for the setting, but in my opinion going back all the way to the power level when the guilds were just being set up is too much.
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    Cup was hiding behind Rob’s neck. Seeing Mahad fly around she waved a little bit, her glow flickering like a dying candle. “Hi Mahad,” she said quietly.
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    “Yeah, all this music and stuff, sometimes overwhelming,” Rob said, and he walked towards the exit, through the doors and into the cool night, the breeze nice and cold against him and he took a deep breath. He turned to Ashlyn and leaned against the wall next to the door, the music bass thrumming against it. “You asked me what I liked doing,” Rob said, looking to Ashlyn. “What about you? Apart from thinking, of course.”
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    “Hey!” Max said and tried to move his arm around, tried to throw the powder off of it. His arm began to itch, and he rubbed it against his leg, and when that wasn’t working he rubbed it against the abrasive surface of the rocky sewer wall. It went okay and he looked to the woman, the evil woman who’d done this. When this was over, maybe a day or a month from now, when everything was all fine and he and Althea were healed, Max swore he would find this woman, and make her pay. Her, and that associate of hers, though he didn’t seem to be doing much. “Don’t... leave...” he heard Althea whisper and he held her tight, moving his good arm in annoyance because it so itchy, but he found some pimples on it where he’d itched and he continued to scratch it, only Althea’s voice distracting him again. “Don’t die.” No, I’m not going to die, he whispered in her mind. We’re going to live, you and me, and we’re going to go back to our house, and we’re going to sleep, and when we wake up everything will be fine. Like if this was a bad dream.
  12. I think I am here.
    Rob was about to smile back but he stopped himself, his father’s words echoing around in his head, words that told Rob that men didn’t smile, that men didn’t show emotion. The mental programming was set too far deep, and he just nodded. “Thanks,” he said. He stood up straighter, more confident in himself thanks to Ashlyn. There was nothing wrong with him, she’d said. So, maybe if he just walked over there, it could clear the misunderstanding. Rob was confident, and he looked to Leona and Flid — and oh, they were dancing — and Rob quickly turned back to Ashlyn, confidence shattered. He sighed. It was fine, even if his date was hijacked. Flid liked Leona anyway. Rob looked down at his feet. But still. He could have asked. But he was a Stoneward, and he didn’t fall because of a simple rejection. He looked back at Ashlyn, the thrashing neon lights pulsing above and behind her. “I’ve... never really been one for dancing,” he said, honestly. He didn’t know why. Well, he knew why he’d never been one for dancing. There was something inherently emotional about it, something he’d never gotten. He looked to Ashlyn. “It’s a nice night, I think I might step out of...” he gestured around, to the lights, the loud music, all the people. “This place, for a moment. Get a breath of fresh air.” He looked to the exit, a couple paces away. “Care to join me?” He asked, but immediately bit his tongue afterwards. He didn’t want to make her feel like she had to, that it was an obligation. “If you want to. I’m cool either way.”
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    “I already did,” Max said. A pancake. She was eating? “I already did that, I promise. Please,” The Soothing hit him and he blinked, and suddenly he wished he hadn’t, the Phoenix was going to destroy them all, kill them all. A potent sense of fear spiked him when he realised he might have doomed them. But, he could undo it, right? He barely had enough of his reserves, but he could try. —- The Soothing hit Alask. It was such a powerful soothing, that suddenly Alask was a passenger in own body, the two spikes that made him so vulnerable to emotional Allomancy were being exploited and suddenly he was under the thumb of the Phoenix, possessed. His body suddenly went very still, unmoving. @Voidus —- Lusk smiled as the Vortex was closed. They’d done it. But the AlleyStorm hit and he heard a mighty screech from outside. The Phoenix. The Soothing hit Lusk and he stumbled back, seeing the flaming body of the bird rising, flying over the clouds and flying over the city, tendrils of flame erupting from its form. And it was coming for the building, it was heading straight for the PlasmaCore building. “Storm it we need to leave!” He shouted, pointed outside. “Or we’re going to be melted along with this stupid building!” @Silva @Ark's Boyfriend —- The Soothing hit Wes and he yelled in terror, knowing he was trapped in this building. And the Phoenix was going to kill him, destroy him. He had so much to live for! He ran to the door and tried opening it, but it was locked and he ran back to hje open elevator shaft he’d climbed up to get to this floor. He looked down. Quite a drop.
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    Max looked up. Even under all these layers of ground, he could still hear it. The Phoenix. He’d summoned it again. He made sure to try and control the hate, reduce it to the PlasmaCore building. But he was too tired and he could only hope what he’d done before was enough. “Do you hear it?” He asked. “It’s here.” He looked to Althea. “Please. I did you wanted me to.” ——- Alask didn’t smile. He knew this was done only because it had to be. But the plan, it had worked, the Phoenix was here. He looked to Lena, and nodded.
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    Max nodded, his breath ragged, looking back to Althea, seeing her calm if only slightly. A few more minutes. Alright, he could do it in a few more minutes. He closed his eyes, and he focused. Just the Phoenix, no one else, he didn’t want to repeat Oasis. And after he summoned it, he’d Riot it to go back, right? No one would be hurt. He tapped his nicrosilminds, flaring his Rioting, channeling his anger at the woman, the man next to her, channeling his hate for both of them for doing this to him and Althea. He imagined, that somewhere in the sky was the Phoenix, some distance away, and in his silent rage he almost expended most of his metalminds, he clenched his fists until the knuckles turned white and the Rioting emanated like a wave, upwards, channeled only upwards. Just for a small time, he thought as a massive wave of absolute hate, hate at PlasmaCore specially, emanated from him, channeled towards the skies, channeled to wherever the Phoenix was, unrelenting, uncontrolled. I know you’re out there, he thought, his mind a whirlwind of pain and fatigue. I know you can feel this. As a side effect, every flying thing in the sky, mostly birds, too were affected and began attacking everything PlasmaCore, especially the large building. All that was left was the main attraction. @Voidus
  18. I think I am here.
    Max’s heart sunk when the syringe was emptied. “No!” He yelled, holding Althea close, hoping she wouldn’t leave, wouldn’t go. It’s going to be okay, It’s going to be okay, he kept whispering in her mind, as much as for him as it was for her. It’s going to be okay. The woman revealed another syringe and Max’s eyes widened. He slumped against the wall of the sewers. Rioting wasn’t working. She have been a coppercloud, or something. Storming, rusting copperclouds. And there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t negotiate, the woman seemed beyond that, her laugh had a sadistic undertone. He was utterly powerless, and the woman held complete power over Althea, which meant the woman had complete power over him. “What do you want me to do?” He asked, submitting. “We need you to summon the Phoenix,” Alask said, stepping forward. “Use your mind control to summon it, and make it destroy PlasmaCore. Make it destroy the PlasmaCore building.” Max looked at Alask with a disbelieved expression, a cruel, mirthless, hopeless laugh on the tip of his tongue but he didn’t dare let it slip, not with that woman holding Althea’s life. That wasn’t how his “mind-control” worked. That wasn’t how the Phoenix worked. But... he had too. Just one Riot. He knew he had the capability. It would exhaust lots of his supply, but if he channeled it all upwards, his general Rioting power in all directions up, he could Riot the Phoenix, maybe bring it here for the two blackmailers to see. Then, if he played it right, he could Riot it away using the rest of his reserves. He could do that, right? Riot uninterest. He didn’t care, but he justified it to himself. Yes, no one would die. Just Riot it in and out. And his wife could be safe. “I’ll do it,” he said. “I’ll do it, okay?! Just please, I won’t be able to if she dies, just help her a little now...”
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    The woman stepped back and Althea grabbed his leg and her face became a mask of pain. Max’s head began to spin and he tried to comfort her but her heart beat irregularly and her lips — were they turning a shade of blue? The woman had positioned her, poisoned his Althea — and there wasn’t any stormlight to heal her. He looked to the woman, but he was too tired to move, to injured to attack. “What. Did. You do to her?” He asked, fury in his voice. Tapping on his nicrosilminds, he Rioted all the fear the woman had, enhancing the effect ten times over. “What did you do to her?!” —- Alask looked down as the man’s girlfriend — or, judging by the rings, wife— was poisoned, and in rage he shouted at them. Alask was going to tell the man, to summon the Phoenix and it would be over, but maybe he had to let the man shout first, before giving a solution to his wife’s ailment. Alask hated he had to do this, but it had to be done.
  20. I think I am here.
    Max smiled slightly as Althea leaned against him and said she loved him. A woman with a bearded man came from the shadows, and Max’s eyes widened. She said they looked like they needed help, offered to look at them. She said she had experience with patching bodies and Max almost laughed a little. He was far too injured and tired to consider any other motive. “This is, this is really well timed. There was an explosion,” he said, looking down the sewer tunnel but realising wherever they’d fought Vesuvius, it probably didn’t exist after that explosion. He accepted the painkillers and took one for himself, looking to Althea. “Painkillers,” he whispered, and put one in her mouth. “Yes, sure you can look at us.” —- Alask walked cautiously behind Lena, unsure whether the beard would completely disguise him. Whatever happened to these two people, he was glad he hadn’t been here when it happened. Shez would have gone crazy with all the blood. Explosion? Shez would have hated the fire too. He stayed behind Lena and crossed his arms to look somewhat more intimidating.
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    “Althea,” Max said, suddenly worried as she stilled and closed her eyes, lying down next to his leg. “Althea!” He checked her pulse with a start, but to his great relief her heart was still beating. So she was unconscious, not dead. Groaning he reached down and pulled Althea upwards, trying to get her to sit up next to him, and trying to wipe away all the grime she’d accumulated by lying down in the sewers. He tried to sit her up and he was fine if she leaned against him. She’d had a hard enough day. Moving his scorched arm with a groan he moved it around her, onto her opposite shoulder. They wouldn’t die here. They couldn’t. *^* Alask peaked behind a sewer wall and there they were. He thought. He looked back to Lena. “Do you think these are the ones?”
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    Maybe that was all a bit too fast. The DA, standing for the Diamond Axe, are a very small, and very new guild that likes experimenting. It originally began as a Minecraft fanclub, but then they thought it might be great to expand their reach to other avenues. And TUBA, standing for the Underground Boxers’ Association, are an undercover organisation of boxers who want to overthrow the other sports like wrestling and MMA. The Keepers are a group of people who have the supernatural power of being really, really good at romantic relationships, so whenever you meet one you can say: “Wow, she’s a keeper!” That’s how they got their name. However, all of the Keepers have now been matched with, which is why they’re inactive (as said above). CoTW, standing for Community Of Taxes and Work, are the businessmen of the Alleyverse, and they like giving out free paperwork and tax forms to people who pass them by. Our scouts believe that this is where the adults lurk. So, I hope that helps! Sorry, sometimes it can be hard to navigate the Alleyverse without a proper guide
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    “Yeah,” Alask said. ———————- It had been a while, and no one had shown up. And meanwhile, the city burned. “You said you heard they were in the Sewers, right?” Alask asked. “Maybe we should go and meet them.” And he moved to leave the Forge. Anyone who wanted to follow them could.
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    Rob sighed and nodded, moving from straightening up his coat to looking up at Ashlyn. “Thanks. It’s just, I had a date.” His eyes quickly moved to where Leona was standing, in Flid’s arms as he caught her from slipping, and looked away quickly because it was impolite to stare. “Had a date. And, I guess I was just wondering if anything was wrong, you know, with me or something.” He shuffled his feet. He felt small, but he didn’t show it. He was a Stoneward. Someone’s pants fell down, and underneath on their underwear were funny phrases Rob knew the kid was going to get teased for. He looked and saw it was the same guy who’d teased him a little before. For the most part, bullies left him alone, as it was impossible to get any reaction out of him. But, there were always people with their sharp words, odd looks.
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    No and Yes. Storms. Max looked from where he was leaning against the wall to her. She couldn’t see, and Max found it hard to move. I’ll show you what I see over the bond, he said, and he focused his memory of what he saw, carefully showing it to Althea over their bond, showing her the memory, hoping that would help her see. It was the current memory, of where she was, where he was, and where they were.
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