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  1. I think I am here.
    Ladies and Gentlemen! Surely it doesn't feel that long ago, when our very own Aradan Yomen was just a young rapper, teaming with Taan to take down Dusk and Sarene, however impossible it might have seemed to against such talented rappers. And it was not too long ago where Yomen went against Sja-Anat and Dilaf, almost losing his soul to the stealer of secrets and the Dakhor master, but he came back, amazingly. And then his good friend Taan was removed from the tournament, and Yomen swore to avenge him. There had been some roadblocks, but he prevailed. And now, he finally faces off against his ultimate opponent, Obligator against assassin, Seer against Mistborn, underdog vs. champion, I bring you, the one, the only, Aradan Yooooooomen!
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    Yay, finals! Also, great roast Paranoid! Round of applause to the Inquisitor Choir. Anyway, I’m working on my roast, but wait, what’s the song, you ask? Feel it Still, by Scadrial. The Man
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    Brillin nodded, feeling somewhat bad that he’d made Attayl feel guilty for what was happening. “Thank you, Nerin,” he said in response to Nerin offering him to stay in the Parlour. Attayl moved his hand from where he’d pinched himself and he obliged, moving it away. “And you don’t have to feel guilty. What I did was my own choice.” He sighed and tapped the broadsheet pointedly. “Irregardless, I am stuck here. And so the quickest way the train station gets repaired is the way in which this whole gang situation settles, and since I’m going to be here until that happens I might as well help out. Besides,” He held his notebook up. It was small and leatherbound. “It’ll be good for the book. More exciting than doing nothing, I’d say.”
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    Wilhelm waved a hand dismissively. “It is nothing, just basic knife uses.” Renata arrived and told them about how people had overheard them. “We should interrogate them,” he said. “Or befriend them, so they’re honest.”
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    Lusk paused for a second. What. Do you not see the fog and the creatures attacking civilians with frying pans and the colossal creature made of fog and the haze that’s making everybody want to kill each other as well as organising a civilian riot against guilds? That’s why we’re infiltrating this group, because we’ve traced the source of all these problems to them. Destroy the group, destroy the problems that are arriving because of it.
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    @AonEne
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    While it seemed others weren’t affected anymore, Wes kept stomping on the ground. “Die! You puny insignificant insects! Raaaaaahh!” The full force of his divine rage and bloodlust was channeled as he ruthlessly crushed these ants. No mercy. “It says to head to the roof!” He yelled.
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    Bird hybrids. With frying pans. “Rust!” Lusk yelled, banging his hand into a table. No doubt, this would be another thing caused by PlasmaCore to delay them. “Are all our units on the roof?” He asked Silphio and the Giant Space Marines. “The quicker we infiltrate, the faster all these things go away!” @Grey Knight @Nohadon He also sent a message to his TUBA allies. We need your soldiers on the PlasmaCore building roof. We’re planning an infiltration and we need every sword, gun and creature we can get.
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    “Actually, I do,” Brillin said, his voice rising. He held the folded broadsheet above his head defiantly. “Because according to the second page of this, there’s a rather nasty Koloss-blooded fellow hunting the streets.” He slapped the paper down on the table, and began reading. “And I quote: ‘Any who spot this criminal are urged to speak to the constabulary to aid the facilitation of his prompt arrest in terrorising innocent civilians at Elendel streets. No doubt a true monster.’” He stopped reading and looked up at Attayl and Nerin. “So even if I was content with leaving this Octant for another, this blue skin,” he pinched himself, his tone harsh. “Is bound to get me arrested or worse.”
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    Lusk first responded to her first message, sending her coordinates to the main Ghostblood collectives around the city, including the large group of soldiers on the roof. He sent each group a warning, ordering that they set up copper-clouds, aluminium bands or other methods of counter-acting emotional Investiture. He then messaged a squadron of Ghostbloods (NPCs) to help out Zokora, as well as the Guns n’ Ninjas group, since I had occurred to him that scouting was not important now that they had decided to infiltrate the building. Help is on the way. — Wes saw the message, but was too busy squishing ants. “Hey!” He called to Zan and Darkness. “This says we should help out these people?!”
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    “Protect us?” Brillin asked, sitting up straighter in his chair. There was no time for wallowing. “As far as I can see, it’s just swapping one gang leading the Octant for another. And if we don’t do anything extraordinary to ruin their mood, I don’t see why we should need to have protection. Associating with what looks to be the weaker gang doesn’t sound like it’ll benefit us much.” He ignored the comment on whether Lance was a Mistborn, they had discussed that much already and Brillin was not ready to believe that, even if Attayl had heard two Allomancy pulses. There were always ways to fake things.
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    “That is correct,” Brillin said, holding up the glass of whiskey and downing it in one go. Even with his Koloss-blood, it had an effect on him and he felt warm in the inside. Taking out his notebook from his coat pocket, he wrote a few more notes inside of it with a pen: Stuck in Elendel. Might have to turn this into a double chapter. “And that means that I’ll have to stay in this city, at least until they repair the station.” Which, he had to admit, didn’t seem it would be happening any time soon with the looming gang war. He put the notebook away. “So I guess I’ll have to get more invested into the ongoings of the Octant if I want to survive. Two gangs, one of them has some sort of heightened resources, and its threatening to take over the Octant.” He thought for a second. “Is that all we know?”
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    Wilhelm narrowed his eye at her. How did you claim to have survival skills without a knife? Perhaps it was that she didn’t know how to use a knife for combat. For demonstration Wilhelm took out one of his knives. “One quick thrust,” he said, thrusting into thin air. “Lots of power. Grab onto what you stab.” He demostrated by pretending there was someone in front of him. He placed a hand where their shoulder would be as he thrust forward with the knife, using his grip like an anchor. “For efficiency, the heart. For silence, the throat. For incapacitation, the eye.” He smiled at her, his one eye shining eerily in the sunlight. “And for extra fun you can twist it.”
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    Brillin accepted the paper with a nod of thanks and he sat down on one of parlor chairs. Unfolding the paper, he noticed that the conflict at the station was on the front page. "Tea?" he heard Nerin call. "Sure," Brillin said, frowning as he scanned the paper. Depot 9, destroyed, a masked man causing a battle to ensue, one of the first shows of power from what seemed like a new gang, but obviously the details were very vague. Brillin continued reading the paper, and skimmed past an interview with one of the seemingly few non-gang members who was there. He was just about to put the paper down when one line caught his eye. It lay, small and insignificant and at the bottom of the article, like it trying its best not to be seen. The local Octant train station was also destroyed in the conflict, halting transport and business exports for an undetermined period of time. Local manufacturers are not happy about the prospect. They weren't the only ones unhappy. "On second thought," Brillin replied, his shoulders sagging as he set the paper down, his eyes looking into thin air, his voice quieter and his mind racing like one of those Roughs horseraces. "Could I have some of that alcohol you guys sell?"
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    Vesuvius head-butted him and Max saw stars. Stormlight healed the pain and the dent in his head immediately, to Max's surprise. When had he sucked stormlight? His thoughts drifted to Neo, the healer of the group. He smiled. he was a good kid. Unpracticed, and he'd need to stop those pranks that made everyone suspicious of him, but a good kid. He would take well to the Canton, especially with the combat experience from this experience. Max would be happy to train him in Operations, that was of course, if Max survived this. What was he thinking? Of course he'd survive. He'd made a promise to Althea, and there was no way he'd let a half-robot make him break that. Dismissing Sethramir, Max tilted his wrist beyond the metal arm and immediately summoned it again, pointing at Vesuvius' chest. "What even are you?" he asked, voice strained. Cyborg?
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    Lusk had to pause a second, to understand the message he’d been sent. Maybe she didn’t like Edahs, but this wording was much more intense than he’d expect from Zokora. Quickly looking through the message history, he realised what happened. Zokora had said the mist gave people bloodlust. And rusts, she must have been effected now. Which would mean a vital agent in the field gone. Lusk knew there was no way he could get her back to normal by talking normally. She messaged by voice so he did too. “Edalb can influence what you think, so if you really want to rip him apart, wear a storming aluminium headband.” He clicked ‘send’, and waited. Hopefully if she put on the headband thinking it could help her kill Edalb, the mist’s influence would cease because of the aluminium. A risk, but what other option was there?
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    Some people were talking when Brillin woke up. He was still in a chair he’d found in the main parlour area when he awoke. He heard the voices of a man, Attayl and maybe Nerin as well, and quickly he jolted upright in the chair, straightening his coat slowly and meticulously. No shirt stolen, thankfully. He’d have to check his pockets later. He felt as though he could trust these people, but you could never be too sure. “Oh, Harmony,” he groaned quietly and pushed himself up from the chair. His hair looked a little more messy than it had before but he ignored it. He didn’t like people to see him like this, tired and sloppy, but that was the way it was and he wasn’t going to complain for having a place to sleep. “Good morning, everyone.” He straightened his posture and put his arms behind his back. Looking at their expressions, it looked like there had been some argument? But Brillin didn’t want to burden his mind with contemplating things like ‘what’ or ‘why’ right now. “You wouldn’t have the morning paper, would you?”
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    Somewhere far, far away, the Deep hissed.
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    Thanks Oooh, yay!
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    Wilhelm follows to the house, using the rag Lizanne had given him to scrape off dried blood from his mouth. “I will stay back, do any of you need weapons? I have six knives.”
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    Lusk got the message and sighed. This was why he never tried diplomacy. It might have worked in theory, perhaps if the world was some videogame where you could spare enemies and work out every problem with pacifism, but this was real life. The only time peace had solved anything was directly after the biggest war on the planet. He growled. So be it. Unite at the rooftops. We’re infiltrating this rusting building. He sent the message to Zokora, the Guns n’ Ninjas, and the Ghostbloods already stationed at the roof as well as those in miscellaneous gatherings around PlasmaCore. He also sent all of them the coordinates to the rooftop defences. “Prepare to infiltrate!” He yelled inside of the ship. “I want as many Marines, Ghostbloods, TUBA soldiers and Canton Members as we can fit on that roof, now!” Then, they would break into PlasmaCore, and this whole ordeal could be over. —- Wes crushed some more ants, looking at the message Lusk had sent him. He sent back ‘AAAEGH’ in return, to which Lusk interpreted as a battle cry against PlasmaCore. @Turtle373 @Vargo Seldon @Grey Knight
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    Alask listened carefully, locking the Forge door closed and opening the blinds that lay acquainted with the windows. Some of them broke as soon as Alask touched them, rust and age did that to an object. He was grateful he had Lena when he saw her heal the teenage girl, though a part of him tensed at the fact that it could’ve been poison. But no, he would trust her. “You’ve said that we’re not good fighters,” Alask said, stepping a little back at Galrvis’ cold expression. “But that we should get the civilians out of the city. But as much as I would want that, we have no power over the people here. We’re not celebrities, we’re a group of rebuilders who abandoned them until it’s become another ruin.” He crossed his arms. “If you can find a way to rally these folks out of the city for their own safety, please do so. Because they won’t listen to us. Who will feed them when they’re out of the city? Where will they sleep?” Alask shook his head. “They’d rather stay here, and you’d need someone with far more influence than us to convince them otherwise.” He saw Lena get excited about going against PlasmaCore, and he walked quietly to where dinner was. “Though, if you’re looking for people to actually fight alongside you, that’s obviously everyone’s individual choice.”
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    “I can turn socks into liquid socks, but I think that’s a different sure to yours.”
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    “Yeah, it’s not really magic,” Rob said. “Magic is weird.”
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