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  1. Count me in! Ian Tiah, or I. Tiah, at your service
  2. True. If it makes things better, the Haunt is mostly bark and no bite
  3. “Sir!” Wes yelled as Mike went close to the monster, and the monster attacked them. He put his hands to his mouth in shock, and he saw a Plasma Core bomb collar lackey run up, give the monster more stormlight. Sprinting, Wes charged the lackey, trying to throw him to the ground. He brought out his knife. “What’s his weakness? What’s his weakness?!” Wes yelled, gesturing to the monster. If anyone should know, it would be the minions, right? —///— The Plasma Core building was not the only thing Lusk needed to keep his attention on. The city was there too. Bird people, attacking the streets coupled with evil spren coupled with monsters spawning from the Void Rift. Lusk stood in silence. Before him was a massive screen that ran the length of the wall, coating him in its red light. He frowned. The screen depicted a top down view of AlleyCity, and green dots represented all evacuation efforts by the guilds. Of those green dots, a couple were darker. They represented what evacuation forces the Ghostbloods were adding to the table. “Sir!” Someone called from behind. Lusk didn’t remove his gaze from the screen but he beckoned for the underling to continue. “TUBA has begun moving evacuations to the tunnel systems! The Canton is moving more people in it’s safehouses!” Lusk nodded, it was good news. Each guild, doing their part, evacuating the city before someone trigger-happy decided to drop a bomb on it. As for the Ghostbloods, evacuations were happening on a squadron scale. Ghostblood teams were dispatched in cars, trucks, to ace as many people as they could. Protocol Evac was in session. Lusk sighed, but it came out as a cough. This had better work.
  4. Brillin heard the commotion in silence right under the floor boards. The men, their conversation with Attayl, som kind of scuffle. Brillin prepared himself to jump out and help but he paused. Help how? He would just get them killed, be a it would be better if he stayed out of it. But, it was Attayl against what seemed like more than one man. And Attayl still stood up to them, she didn’t hide, or run away, and Brillin had. He closed his eyes and grit his teeth when he heard the scuffle above. He felt like a coward, a traitor to the people who’d offered him a place to stay, but every time he thought of jumping up, he realised just how dangerous it was, just how likely it was to get stabbed or shot or worse. He clenched his fists and tried to ignore what he heard above. Some people were just not cut out for fighting.
  5. Alask turned to the sudden gateway Galvris had conjured. The city needed him, of course. Lena’s child needed her, and the city needed Galvris. Alask nodded sullenly, and turned to look at Warden and Eve. “What about you all?” He said flatly. He felt an emptiness. “Don’t you all have places to be?” @Turtle373 @Silva
  6. “It’s not your conflict. Don’t feel bad about hiding,” Attayl said and she smiled at Brillin as he took the eating knife and opened the trap door. She was right, it wasn’t his conflict, and Brillin was right to hide. Hiding was the sensible thing, the right thing to do. But was it the cowardly thing to do? He lowered himself into the hidden compartment, closing the trapdoor above him. From above the hidden trap door he could hear the door break down and his eyes widened as he tried not to make any noise, his head right next to the closed roof of the trapdoor, trying listening to anything else. Oddly, there was the sound of a bell too.
  7. Lena started moving away and Alask looked at her questioningly, but when her fingers tapped her wallet, Alask understood. The image of the small boy was still fresh in his mind, he remembered when Lena had first shown him the photograph. Why? She had given him blackmail material for no reason, showed him a secret he knew was valuable to her. Just to comfort him, back in the days where Shez had ran rampant? So, there was Lena gone. Slowly, the team was disbanding just as it had been put together. Lena, gone. Nekorb, lost. Galvris, well, Galvris had said he wasn’t intending to help the Forge anyway. “Good luck!” He called out to her and despite his overwhelming hate at the guilds, he wished that their efforts to save people were at least good enough that Lena or who she was looking for didn’t perish before meeting.
  8. Brillin cocked his head and heard the men entering. Rust. Quickly he kneeled where Attayl at said the trapdoor was and tried finding a latch or handle or anything that could open a trap door. His hands fumbled as he thought about the criminals shooting him, his life ending short, no more travels for him. He felt something on the floor and grabbed onto it. “Which gang do you think it is?” He asked her quietly.
  9. Lusk was on the ship. The teleportarium had activated but Lusk had chosen to stay behind on the ship. He received a notification. Someone had claimed to be a friend of his. Asking for a description, Lusk was provided with a photo, and a smile appeared on his face. The Atium Ferring. And what better way to learn how to fight than to be in a warzone? She’s fine, Lusk typed back and typed something else as well. Give her a communications link. —- A Ghostblood squad member was taking to somebody on a device and nodded. “Hey you!” The squad member shouted to Freedom and threw her an earpiece. @Silva —- Lusk heard a scuffling as it seemed a fight was going down. “Soldiers!” He yelled over anyone who was wearing a Ghostblood earpiece. “Remain defensive. We don’t know how many others we can send through the barrier so we can’t lose too many.” —- When Mike jumped through the flickering shield Wes did too and he gasped as the shield barely closed behind him. Following Mike Wes saw some sort of creature attack a woman who seemed to know what she was doing and Mike threw knives at the monster. Wes yelled and followed, picking up his own knife and trying to run at the monster. @Sorana @Darth Woodrack
  10. Alask heard some people call for them to get into the tunnels and Alask looked at the pile of flesh and blood in the Forge. That was going to take a while to clean out. And Alask was probably never going to get to it, to get to this Forge again. Just another invasion had come, of monsters, and it had taken away the one goal he’d had. He grit his teeth. Those bloody guilds. He looked outside. One of the guilds that opposed the Dark Alley were herding people into a cave. What would the homeless eat? Would they sleep in those caverns? But it was the only evacuation that was happening. “We should follow them, into the tunnels,” Alask said with venom in his voice. ”Even if the guilds keep messing up our storming city, the only safety is with them.” It was something he hated about the Alleyverse. The guilds were the ones who caused all the problems and yet the only reason they remained was because they ‘fixed’ it afterwards. Like building around a rusting crater counted as fixing. Because no matter how hard they tried, they would never be able to ‘fix’ all the families ruined because of their wars, all the children orphaned, all the enemies made.
  11. Brillin stayed still, his foot tapping anxiously against the timber flooring, watching in silence as Attayl and Nerin tried to step over a single chalk line and stopped. Brillin was about to try when the kid removed the line. Must have been some special chalk. Perhaps it was poisonous. Or some sort of wire. Then the girl was holding a sword. A large sword with small droplets of water shimmering around its surface. She claimed it could cut through anything before removing it. No. Scammers existed everywhere. And it seemed the lot of them had grown more creative. “That’s some... fine illusory skills,” Brillin said. He made a note to write about this. With scammers who could make something seem so real they’d probably make more money working at a theatre than not. “But I’m afraid you underestimate us,” Brillin said, crossing his arms and stepping back. “That sword isn’t real. If it was, it would be too big and heavy for a little girl to hold, even with pewter. So it must be paper, easily folded and unfolded.” It appeared some mist had snapped into the the shape of the sword. “The mist was to distract us, so we wouldn’t see you quickly unfold it and bring it out from your pocket. And that’s why it had some condensed water on it’s surface, because it was folded into a small shape in your pocket for so long.” Brillin finished. It seemed a lot of work, but it was the only explanation.
  12. Thanks Ene! Another drawback I can see is if people take Roasts towards their character to heart. I mean, roasting things like a Cosmere characters arcs, appearance, powers etc. is different because it’s written by Brandon, by if we were to roast OCs that the competitors have made, it may come across as a bigger jab towards the competitor who’s made and developed them. I don’t know though, if you got people who weren’t concerned with all that stuff it could really be fun.
  13. Brillin gestured to John and the group. “Apparently there are other planets, like something named after a light,” he said sarcastically. “And that stone he has allows him to magically communicate with people.”
  14. Brillin looked up and stood. “I will stay here too,” he said with finality. “I mean, in case that wasn’t obvious already.” He looked blankly at the weird sort of chirping that was occurring. And someone said it was a bomb. But why what a bomb chirp? Dynamite hissed, not whatever sound was happening now. And then the person brought out what seemed like a stone slab painted black and they started babbling about other planets and some type of light and others agreed and Brillin laughed. “You’ve got to be joking. Between this and the two people who can apparently ‘smell emotions’, I’m starting to believe half the people in this Parlour are living in their own dream world. Or you’re trying to scam me, and while I might be new here, I’m not gullible to fall for whatever little thing you guys are saying.” He turned to Attayl. “Are you hearing this?”
  15. Thanks everyone! Thanks to Paranoid King, who put up a great competition for the finals. And to that Rickroll edit, that was brilliant, Hero And good job to everyone who even participated in the tournament, since iirc you had to be a semi-finalist to be in it. And good luck as Co-Moderator, Paranoid
  16. “Shortest thread?” Monopoly Man Itiah inquired as he frowned and peered further with his monocle. “On the road to becoming the longest thread? I smell an eXiStEnTiAl CrIsIs On oUr HaNdS.”
  17. Brillin nodded and Attayl moved into another room, the boy who was with them moving into another room as well. Maybe they had to get something? Brillin had another sip of his tea. It was good, but maybe he was being soothed to think that. But subs he had to stop being paranoid about soothers. If he enjoyed it, he enjoyed, it didn’t matter if the feeling was being created, because the end result was him liking the tea. In the same way, if everything went well in Elendel, it could prove to have been more interesting than what would have happened if he wasn’t stuck. So, high risk, high reward. Too bad Brillin wasn’t a Spinner.
  18. Lusk nodded. “Yes.” Freedom. Lusk remembered. Yes, that was her name. “We met in a bar,” he said. “Atium Feruchemy is rare, extremely rare. She’s probably the only person in the Alleyverse other than me with the ability. Not counting Full Feruchemists, of course.”
  19. Pip pip is now my new favourite thing to say And to that Final Countdown parody by Herowannabe, I say pip pip. If you all vote for me, I swear I will: Edit: Pip pip to the person who just went ahead and upvoted every Yomen rap I’ve done. You get a special shoutout
  20. On closer inspection, it was just early morning, not night, and and Rob kept turning the porch lights off anyway, because who needed porch lights in the morning?
  21. Rob nodded and left, grabbing some cake of his own. Cake was good for forgetting drama. Because of the movie marathon in addition to the Unmade attack, it was quite late at night. Rob looked outside, moving and entering the cold backyard, switching off the porch lights. No need to waste more power.
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