I think I am here.

I guess you could reason Roshar was a bunker planet for the Ashynites after they destroyed their own planet.

Character!

@AonEne

The woman hadn’t answered and Wes nodded to Mike and hopped forward, helping spread the aluminium foil around the room. Lusk stepped back. The Vortex was right here, in case TUBA or the DA wanted to research it. That was of course if they couldn’t destroy it before the AlleyStorm approached.

Rob nodded. “Thanks,” he said. Turning, he walked back into the house, up the stairs and into his room, placing the papers reverently on his desk for tomorrow, and making his way back. She’d really helped him, and Rob had no idea how to repay her. When he arrived back at the backyard he began following people’s lead, roasting some of the dough, before trying out some marshmallows.

Lusk handed the foil wordlessly to Mike. The idea could work, or it could kill them all. For the most part however, it seemed the possible benefit outweighed whatever risk was presented. He turned back to the pulsating Vortex. “It’s a lot bigger in person,” he noted.

Great! I like the idea of a haze killer machine, though definitely we might want to do some planning as to what exactly that is. Maybe in a PM? I’ll get to the character sheet as well.

Rob took the pages, and not knowing what they were began to flip through them, realisation dawning on him. His eyes widened slightly, the only emotion shown though inside it was a cocktail of surprise and gratitude. “This is... a lot,” he said, looking up to Shana. “You really didn’t have to do so much.” He was at a loss for words but he hoped it wasn’t so obvious on his face as he thought it was. “It must have... taken a while.”

“Yes,” Brillin said, taking it and shaking it. John must’ve been protective of her, but why? She’d taken that punch far better than any other he’d seen. Turning to the bed he saw the blanket and bedsheets strewn about in a fabric mess. Sighing he flattened them, folded the blanket and tried his best to make it look presentable. “Uh, what brings you here, Alyssa?”

Wes watched from the side as Seom took a picture with Mike, and they discussed ways to stop the Vortex. “Yeah, it could be aluminium...” he said quietly, looking down blankly. Seom has asked Mike on a date. Wes continued looking at the ground for a moment. Darkness, probably the strongest of them. Zan, next strongest fighter. Seom, healing, and Mike, the leader. And Wes, what was his purpose? Would they eventually cut him out like what happened every time he felt belonged? His gaze to the ground hardened. Slowly he walked over to the woman who was also there with him. “You said you were friends with Lusk,” Wes said. “But so far, only that other woman,” He looked for where Zokora had gone. “And Mike have been saying anything to him. So what do you do?” @Silva —-^-— Lusk received the texts as he exited the Didgeridoo building, orders had been given and everyone knew what they’re were doing. The meeting was done, but on the outside, they had to pretend they weren’t allies. Like the letters had said, the guilds has uneven leadership. So it would be best to let them think that was continuing. The texts asked for aluminium foil and Lusk frowned, not seeing why they would be useful. As he entered the teleporter that took him straight to the Marine ship, he immediately texted Zokora and grabbed a roll of aluminium foil. I’m in the ship, but I’m going to the PlasmaCore building. I need to see this Vortex for myself. Walking to the teleportarium, Lusk adjusted some settings and sent himself directly teleported to a stairway, presumably inside PlasmaCore. Walking up the stairs he got to a door, which he knocked down to see the Vortex a few underlings, a scientist, a creature and a space marine. And her. “Hi,” He said, throwing the roll of alumium foil to the closest underling he could see. @Ark's Boyfriend

Rob watched Shana and Evelyn get along well, which was nice, and he sat down. Cooking. He was terrible in cooking. Everything he cooked ended up like a solid brick of the ingredients, which while it fitted him as a Stoneward, wasn’t too good for consumption. Looking to the side, he saw the guitar. “Oh, are we playing music?” Music was something he wasn’t as bad at as cooking, but he was far from the best. All of these creative activities: music, art, cooking, Rob wished he could be good at them. But his very nature seemed to contrast with them.

I’m thinking they might be a twinborn, Bronze/Tin or something similar. As for plots, maybe in the Roughs there’s shortage of a particular metal, which is causing weird things for supply and demand in the Roughs, and when the characters look into it further they find a particular gang is hoarding it (But why? And how? Find out next episode in Dragon Ball Z! ) Maybe they’re building a machine or something else.

“Rusts, I’m so sorry,” he looked to the woman, but when he looked back towards John it was with pointed anger. “What do you mean “what the hell was that for’?!” He stood up. “I’ve just had people try to kill me in the parlour, I was drunk and rusting terrified, and what’s the first thing I see when I wake up — on the ground, should I add? A face of a rusting stranger I’ve never seen before! That’s ‘what the hell’ that was about!” He looked to the woman and his expression softened somewhat. The alcohol seemed to have ejected from his system, so that was good. “Honestly, though, sorry.” It seemed he’d hit her in the jaw. He was lucky that nothing had broken there, he would feel so guilty.

Sure thing Thanks Brillin awoke with a start from the dream, someone picking him up off the ground and setting him upright. The dream, the Koloss, has people. Emerging from the nightmare he yelled and struck a punch against the closest person in front of him in fear.

“You’re choice, Brill.” His name was Brillin, not Brill, not the ‘Briller’, not none of those slangs the elders and other kids called him. He was BRILLIN, and he’d always decided that when the CHOICE came to leave or stay in the tribe, he would decline those spikes, and he would leave. And now, he was of age and the CHOICE was his. He nodded, and the spikes plunged into him, and he felt his body grow, blue skin becoming bluer and his muscles grew and his smarts left his body as he was a full Koloss, he wasn’t part of the tribe, and in these caves he’d stay for the rest of his eternity until he died of age. “Bloody savages,” he heard from the side and he saw a person there, face shifting. It looked like a faceless immortal, its face shifting to a thousand civilians, of all races, from all different towns, the face kept shifting and twisting but the look of disgust remained consistent. Brill tried to say something but it came out as a roar and he ran at the face... And suddenly he was in the Parlour, his large Koloss head hitting the roof, a massive sword larger than most men strapped to his back, his eyes bloodshot red. He looked down at the person of shifting faces and it was the old man and the board game, blood leaking from beneath him where Brill had crushed him. He looked and found Nerin looking at his eyes. “They’re not blue anymore...” “What do you mean?” Brillin asked and took out his notepad. He adjusted his coat and looked to the large Koloss who appeared in front of him. “Oh, you were talking to that guy.” He looked to the large Koloss who called himself Brill. Brill roared and hopped off the old man, and Brillin arched an eyebrow. “You’re a savage,” he said to Brill. “What happened to civility?” Civility, Brill roared but he was just trying to ask, trying to ask why? Why was he like this, and the normal Brillin laughed and suddenly there was a group of people behind him and they were laughing as well, and Brill was alone, and so desperate. And Brillin kept on laughing, and his skin changed colour, and his blueish hue became normal, normal like that of the crowd, his blue eyes staring meanly at Brill, and he laughed. And Brill became to laugh too, and the massive Koloss flopped on his side and was laughing, and everyone was laughing except for the man sleeping in the bed, the man so drunk he tried to drown away his sorrows in beer. But the devils had learnt to swim. “If you can’t beat em’, join them. Join them, Briller, old sport.” And the ‘dream’ ended. HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME PLEASE

“I guess,” Rob said. “But it’s also warm, and gives us light, so I wonder if that outweighs it?” It brought up a question, if something was good to you, but also bad, did they equal? How did one decide that the fire was good even if it burned people? How did one decide whether things like surges were good or bad, because they could be used for both? Rob’s father, was he good or bad? Or equal? Finally they entered the backyard, and Rob held up the groceries. “Hello,” he said, finding a place to sit and unpacking the groceries. “Let’s see what’s in here.”

Sure! I’d be willing.

“Agreed,” Rob said, slowly walking out of the kitchen. “I guess it’s evolutionary — if you believe in that,” Rob didn’t want to offend Evelyn. Funny thing, the thoughts of evolution. What evolutionary advantage was having the broken become surgebinders? Seemed counter-intuitive to him.

“If you wouldn’t mind, that would be great.” One of Rob’s oaths was “I will stand where others fall” but even he had a limit to how many groceries he could carry in one go. “Do you want to join us? We’re all sitting around the fire having hotdogs and this other food Shana told us about. It’s just that we have a visitor, and she’s normal, so no surgebinding unfortunately.

“So, it’s like a converter?” Wes asked. “It needs Investiture to make stuff.” Something rumbled ahead, and Wes looked up. The AlleyStorm was quite a while away, but it was coming. “And with all the Investiture the AlleyStorm will give it,,,”

Wes wrapped his cloak further around him. “Yeah, it’s strange. I’ve never seen something like it before. But he was just an underling, maybe the higher up Ghostbloods knew what this was and how to deal with it. He took a tinfoil package out of his pocket and unwrapped it, revealing some cookies. Eating one he quickly stored the nutrition and calories into a bendalloymind. He turned to Seom and Mike and offered it. “Do you guys want some cookies?”

Lusk spotted Mac grinning and he narrowed his eyes at him, not having the patience nor the diplomacy of his older self. But before he could say anything unwise he forced himself to pay attention to the current task, looking back to the hologram, finally shutting it off and stuffing it in his pocket. “We all understand our jobs?” He asked to the group, just to get confirmation.