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“You flatter me,” Brillin mumbled but Attayl had already left and Brillin was left to his own devices. His stomach grumbled in a way that stomachs were not supposed to and curling up further Brillin groaned. He wouldn’t vomit, he knew that for a Koloss-blood it took a ridiculous amount of alcohol to get to that point. He would, however, feel terrible nonetheless. Nothing to stop that. As he drifted to sleep, his last thoughts were of snapping. What if he just decided to say ‘rust it’ and went savage. It wasn’t like his efforts ever changed anything. What if he decided to become the monster everyone saw anyway? You wouldn’t do that, a voice said in him, as a statement, not a question. You would never do that. “And why’s that?” Brillin mumbled inaudibly. “I’m too ‘honourable’? Too ‘intelligent’? Smarter and more noble people than me have given up.” No, the voice whispered. You would never do that because you’re too cowardly. And Brillin fell asleep before he could respond.
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“Well,” Lusk began. “Wherever Ajax is, he probably has his little army with him. That’s probably a good place to start killing people.” The lady with the bugs reabsorbed them and Lusk averted his gaze again. He had no idea what Investiture she had, though if he felt like he could age back to a teenager where he’d have been able to identify even the rarest magics, but right now he only had one goal, and that didn’t involve knowing what people’s powers were.
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Lusk saw the bugs and casually stepped away from the table. Tapping Atium, his body changed from the old man he’d been to someone younger, someone with less experience with bureaucracy, but more with combat and tactics. His posture straightened from a hunch to upright and his mostly grey hair shifted to black. His muscles became more pronounced than faded, and his demeanour and tone of voice quickly morphed from the calm and firm man he’d been to a younger him, someone who was used to getting things done, no matter the cost. “Well, we’ve made plans, now it’s time to storming enact them,” he gestured around, to Didgeridoo, to their surroundings. “This meeting is nice and all, but let’s get to it, alright? There isn’t a second to waste when the city’s at stake. You,” he pointed to Aylitha. “Those bugs are rusting creepy, pardon my Nalthian, but they’re efficient, and right now we need efficient. Get them wherever you can, alright?” He cracked his knuckles as a TUBA girl asked him a question, about what exactly he’d shown on the hologram. “It’s information,” he said bluntly. “Our friends at PlasmaCore found a scientist, and from what it looks like here, it confirms our suspicions. The Vortex is going to explode, and even the scientists themselves don’t know how to rusting dismantle it. So that leaves us to do it.” He clapped his hands. “Alright! Chop chop, let’s get this Ajax cremling out of our city, and let’s make our move before he decides to make his. Meeting dismissed.” He looked to Aylitha and the bugs. “Uh, no offence intended with ‘cremling,’ miss.” @AonEne @ZincAboutIt @Ark's Boyfriend @MacThorstenson @Voidus @Any others
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The fire was set and Rob took some mats and threw them around, in case people didn’t want to sit on the dirt floor. Ashlyn followed him outside and some others greeted her. Rob silently noticed another person had entered with an odd looking coat, strips of cloth cut out of it. Fashion. He would never understand it. “I guess we can eat out here,” he said. “The fire can warm us,” he looked back at Leona around the fire, the flames curling and burning the wood, the heat radiating off. The flames, so powerful and so deadly, and briefly flashes of agony, flashes of the horrid smell of burning flesh struck Rob. “I’ll go get the groceries,” he said and went back inside. On his way to the kitchen he found another lady standing there. New Radiants. “Hi, I’m Rob,” he said, grabbing what they’d bought. @Hope Spren
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Rob was in his room when he heard the doorbell ring and snd some people talk to who he assumed was Ashlyn. Exiting his room and gliding down the stairs he waved to her, then moved outside to where Leona was. “Do you need help with the fire?” He asked.
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For the timeskip: I'm in the same camp. I'm one of those who wants to play children of active characters, but I can see why another timeskip of that sort of length would be troublesome for others who have plots going on or don't want to suddenly age their characters much. Agreed with Silva in the respect that we might want to have one at some point, but it doesn't have to be this one. A couple months would be good, though.
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Max kept his sword up, scenarios surging through his brain. How much of what Vesuvius said was a lie? Had the children escaped or was it an attempt at getting mercy? Was there apparently a reason Max was at Vesuvius' mercy, or was it all bluff? He heard Althea whimper from behind and he saw her teleport the minecart, away. Almost subconsciously he sent a comforting memory to her, hoped that would be enough for now. His grip on Sethramir strengthened, and when Max turned back to Vesuvius there was new resolve in his eyes. "Listen," he almost growled, moving close to the cage, angling Sethramir to Vesuvius' neck. "If you really wanted to talk things over, maybe you should have started before you began to attack us, before you hid in the sewers, before you caused all those families to mourn for their children." Families. The topic was strangely personal, and Max couldn't pretend that didn't influence him. But he tried to keep his emotions in check, tried to understand. "Still," he said, Shardblade shaking in restraint. It would be so easy to just get it all over with. "There's only one way to find the truth." And quickly and carefully Max tried to move the tip of Sethramir to the headband, trying to cut it without harming Vesuvius. If it worked, he would Riot Vesuvius as far as he could, Riot guilt and Riot his honesty, trying to drown out any inhibition to tell the truth.
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“Directly outside of the city?” Lusk hadn’t expected the kid’s future-sight to work, but it had, and now that he’d relayed what he’d saw Lusk found that danger was much closer than he’d anticipated. A bunker? Why a bunker? To lay low, take over the city when the guilds had exhausted themselves? The future-sight kid had said if Ajax reached the Vortex he’d be unstoppable. Perhaps the Lord wanted to do that before the guilds deactivated it. “Well, right now it doesn’t seem like any danger equals Ajax, so we hav to assume he’s there.” He looked to the rest of the allied guilds. “Like she said,” gesturing to Lita. “We don’t make an appearance of being allied. We may know Ajax is underground and near the city, but we’ll need to search for where exactly, or our plan will go to shambles. He’s much closer than we thought.” He got a message from Zokora stating more words from the scientist and he almost unconsciously displayed them as a hologram for the others to see.
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What did Harmony dor for the Southern Continent?
I think I am here. replied to Eran of Arcadia's topic in Mistborn
We have a WoB that Harmony is doing something with the extra bit of Ruin he has to sort of keep it busy, maybe it has something to do with the Southern continent? That while Elendel and the Basin is lush there has to be a balance, making the Siuth barren and cold? -
Great job! I feel like this could match with Lusk if the “ohohoho” was replaced with a “oh no oh no oh no” and the smirk was replaced by an ever increasing grimace -
“Oh, no, it’s — it’s all good already,” Brillin mumbled. He’d followed her lead, all the way from the bottom floor to up the stairs, where he’d felt woozy and had had to keep a hand on the railing to stop himself from falling, all the way past the rooms, to here. Brillin couldn’t even comprehend how long the travel had been, but he was grateful that Attayl led the way. He looked at the bed, his hand still resting on Attayl’s. He didn’t feel tired. He wasn’t so tiredly, right? But as soon as he shuffled closer the bed sheets begun to be magnet, sucking him and luring Brillin into their depths. He laid down in the bed, suddenly feeling tired and aching all over, his stomach quickly aching. He brought his knees up and hugged them, wrapping the blanket around himself. Realising in his stupor he still had his shoes on he quickly kicked them off the bed. His eyes began to droop against his will. The bed was warm... it would be nice to rest in it after a night spent upright in a train and another night upright in a chair. He looked to Attayl, who was smiling politely. “Don’t think I, uh, ever put this... drinking thing in my book,” he said, consciousness fading. He’d always tried to be an observer, not focusing on himself. “I just put other people in it. Like... the superhero, and, and, you, and the other girl.”
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Rob looked up from the condiments when Shana invited Ashlyn to come along. A normal person, come along to a house full of Radiants, magic dream demons and who knows what else? He didn’t know if they could hide they’re powers for as long as Ashlyn came, especially if she started asking where in the world they got all that cake from. But still... they could do it, right? They hadn’t had a visitor in a while. “If you want to,” Rob added, even though he didn’t have to. He’d just sort of said it. That was... uncharacteristic.
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Yay This game was fun! The open-ended actions were great to play around with, and great job to Maill and Straw for winning the game for the Refugees.
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Sure! I’m in!
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“Oh, hi Ashlyn,” Rob said, giving what constituted as a wave when his hands were full. He didn’t say more, but he did shuffle around a bit and found something to look at nonchalantly, namely the ingredient ratings on the back of the condiments.
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Alask waved as Tels left. At least he’d done his job, with enough luck they’d have someone with the right skills right at their doorstep.
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“Oh, there’s rooms?” Brillin said groggily, standing up and almost collapsing as his legs buckled, but he remained standing straight, if teetering slightly to the side every now and then. Hearing Nerin’s words he beamed a smile. “Gentleman explorer, oh, that’s right, like, Allomancer Jak. I’m Jak!” He extended a hand towards Attayl. “And you shall be my Elizandra. But, wait, wasn’t there a room I was hearing about?”
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Ok. His Ghostblood messaging device rang and he sent it to voicemail, stepping forward to see Vesuvius in his cage. A small space, not much time or space to dodge. Raising Sethramir, Max inserted the sword through one of the open holes in the cage, and sliced inwards to attack Vesuvius within it. He was careful not to cut the cage in the process, and if Vesuvius tried to force Sethramir to do it Max would dismiss it completely. @Gancho Libre The voicemail was this: “Hi, this is Max Tenira. Rioter and Soulbearer, Ghostblood, Canton Leader of Operations and husband of Althea Tenira. I might be busy right now, but if you leave a message I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.” @Truthless of Shinovar
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The Right Hand Regime shall strike aga— wait, wrong thread...
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Lusk remained standing, his hands clasped behind his back. The Stranger’s words were shady, Lusk could practically hear the asterisk. And yet, they were most suited to getting things done, especially things that Lusk needed done, which is why they hadn’t happened to meet in this old restaurant. “Each person will need to give verbal consent if they want the spike. Some people may not want to have the spike even if it means dying, and so no spikings will happen without consent from the spiked party. Other than that, the Ghostbloods agree to this use of Hemalurgy.” Still, as Lusk’s eyes moved over the spike, he grimaced. The DA had won, got their way as they always did. Even when they had to band together the DA had found a way to spike the masses. “Now, let’s go to finding this Ajax,” Lusk said. He looked to the future-seer. “Maybe you’d have a hint?” @Silva
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“For everyone’s sakes, I hope you’re right,” Eve said. Alask nodded, looking at the desert Lena had placed on the worktable. Alask’s appetite had disappeared from the talk of the Phoenix, the serious implications of what they were going to do. Just the thought of the choice they’d made, and now they were eating desert. But it looked good and Alask didn’t want to offend Lena, so he took a spoon and ate a little of it, taking small bites. It was good. “Let’s get started, then.”
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“Sure, yeah,” Rob said and nodded, moving past her, condiments in hand. He heard a buzz from his phone but his hands were full, so he ignored it for now. He concentrated, remembered his father’s words. Real men didn’t show emotions, Robert. Save all the emotions for the girls. Are you a man, Robert? Yes, Robert answered mentally, answered the same answer to that question he’d always given his father. His father, who looked down upon showing emotions, old fashioned in that sense. Rob had heard briefly that there were flaws with the ideology, that real men could show emotions too, that he didn’t have to be stone cold, but his father’s training was too far engrained, too deep, it had just turned into cold practising of what he’d been taught. Emotions were weakness, period. He turned and saw Shana and Ben standing at the checkout desk. He waved to them and walked closer. “I have the condiments,” he said, raising them up slightly. “Is everyone ready?” @Sorana @Lunamor
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“Yeah...” Rob looked down. Was this awkward? “Well, I should probably get back home,” he said, raising up the condiments to show why. “Don’t want my roommates to worry or anything.”
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“Yeah, I do,” he said, looking at the condiment bottles he held and then back again, his mind on the Flid and Leona situation. “But, as usual, that created more of a complicated situation than I intended.” He sighed, he shouldn’t have been telling her his problems. He glanced at her apologetically, or as apologetically as he could without obviously giving away any emotions. Unfortunately, it seemed relatively hard to remain impassive when he was talking to this girl. “Teenagers, am I right?” He added.
