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  1. Rob walked down the stairs, looking forward with training with another stoneward, though he wouldn’t dare show it on his face. When he got down the stairs, though, he saw Flidimir sparring with somebody else. It seemed everyone was down here, with some sort of sparring partner or another. Except for him. Rob slowly walked down, his face still neutral, and he gently picked up a training dummy and set it in a corner of the basement. He took a deep breath, and began smashing it into the wall with all his strength, throwing it into the corner, picking it up and crashing it into the ground, after a barrage of full-power hits he finally inhaled some stormlight and with one punch he knocked the dummy’s head clean off. Rob? Cup whispered, frightened. She was always frightened, though, so this was no different. Are you okay? “Never been better, Cup,” Rob replied. His face had been completely neutral whole time.
  2. Csilen took the vial, looked at it questioningly. Some allomancy? He shrugged and drank it, putting the vial back in his pocket when he finished it.
  3. “Me, chucklehead,” Gant replied, watching the man’s apparent bodyguard reach for his staff. A true hermit, then, and apparently working for this Bill. Gant adjusted his ragged and ripped tie and straightened his shirt. With one hand he brushed away hair from his forehead and with another he pointed at Bill, wooden knuckles a stark contrast to his tanned skin. “You apparently owe some dame some money. Consider me the taxman.” @Snipexe @Vargo Seldon
  4. “Saturday” Rob replied. “As for surges, maybe we can practise in the sparring basement below.”
  5. Gant coudn’t get two words out before another man came and charge-tackled him to the ground, demanding who he was. Heaving his strength, Gant tried sending a fist into the head of the man, before standing up and brushing himself off. From the look of it, the man who’d tackled him was a hermit. “Rusts above, that was stupid,” Gant remarked, taking out his wooden knuckles and donning them. “How’d you expect me to answer who I was with a hand around my throat? This ain’t a stage play, son.” He turned to the one who’d answered the door. “Now would you, ol’ feller, happen to be Bill?”
  6. “Hi, Flid.” Rob looked down at him. “You’re short.” He thought for a second. “But that’s okay. Nobody here judges on those sorts of things anyway.”
  7. “See you,” Rob said, and walked to where people were sitting. “That would be me,” Rob said, slowly trudging to see the person who’d spoke, his face completely neutral. “You’re a Stoneward?” Remarkably, for another Stoneward, the kid didn’t seem to have the same level of stoic emotionless Rob had. Maybe he wasn’t as far along his oaths. Or maybe it’s just you, Cup whispered. Maybe it’s just something with your brain, nothing to do with your Radiancy. Nonsense. @Emperor Stick
  8. I declare a vote to overthrow the President! I claim the White Bishop on C1. Character Sheet: Name: The one who might exist (TWOME or Twome for short.) Abilties: Whenever somebody isn’t directly thinking he exists, he stops existing altogether. One must again observe and/or measure his presence causing him to collapse back into reality. He can use this for a variety of uses. Weakness: Occassionally doesn’t exist. The above abilties are incredibly exhausting. Age: He’s been lowkey existing off-and-on for about 300,000 years. He’s quite young for his species. Physical: Appears different to each person who perceived him differently. Like how different people imagine a written character differently, he appears different to each observer, the only things that stay the same is a blue baseball cap and a generally Australian accent. Homeworld: The mythical non-existence of Australia. :3
  9. Look who’s back, back again... Itiah’s back, tell your friends...
  10. “Ah, because you’re scared of water” Rob said matter-of-factly, then slowly began walking up. “Heading upstairs sounds good.”
  11. “Nonsense,” Max said, standing up. “It won’t be much work at all.” He walked and collected his and Devaan’s plates, as it seemed Althea was still eating, and placed them in the sink. “Do we still have some cake in the fridge, Thea?” He asked. @Sorana
  12. Rob thought about the offer. Then nodded. “Ok,” he said, though a part of him still doubted whether he’d ever be ‘unpredictable’. If anything, he was the most predictable of all of them. “That’s was a good spar,” he mentioned as he stood up.
  13. Abel looked with wide eyes, looking above him, at the terrorist, and the security guards. “Well, we should get off this station, right? We’ve just been shot.” He looked to the current situation, running a hand through his hair. “Some expedition this is, abd it hasn’t even started.”
  14. Rob tilted his head to the side. Practising had never been a problem for him. Sitting down, repeating the same thing for hours, days. But he heard what she said about creativity, and his mind blanked. “But, you don’t need creativity when you’re right, I think. But, I was never good at this creative thing.” “I think concentration, focus, all of that is easy, but my way of fighting is really limited to turning the ground into liquid, gettign hit and hitting back. Maybe if I tried to be creative, I could accomplish more. But then again, creativity is not my strong suit. Give me pencils and rulers and resources to make great art and I will draw a square. A solidly and well drawn square, but still only a square.”
  15. Csilen paused, tossed the thought around. “Ok,” he said. “I agree.” Now what would happen, he had no idea.
  16. Gant approached the door of the place he was supposed to be. A Bill, that owed Kate money. He grit his teeth at the fact the child was alone, but he’d be able to get her again much sooner. With a knock on the door, Gant braced himself. @Vargo Seldon @Snipexe
  17. “Redatrick,” Redatrick said while extending a hand, still looking into the direction the eye had gone. A ‘squid’? What was that? Whatever type of monster it was, it hadn’t seemed overly hostile, but rusts was it huge. “You can shorten that to whatever you want.” He turned back to Reylf and holstered his shotgun. “You don’t seem too shocked at entering some sort of water portal, passing a giant ‘squid’ and then entering a kind of underground cavern.” He looked around again. “This some sort of n9rmal occurrence for you?”
  18. “That’s a good point,” he said. “Though I need to practise more with Defense. I would say my surges are better suited for that.” He remembered his last debate. “And yes, I did tell them they were wrong. And then walk away. The adjudicator wasn’t impressed, but I guess if people are wrong, then they’re wrong. Why waste time arguing?”
  19. Abel looked at the woman. Who’d apparently fainted in the middle of a tense moment? “You know what I say?” Abel said. “I say we have a dance off.”
  20. “I guess not,” Rob said. “The Cannibal thinks he’s going to die if he doesn’t take drastic measures, fear makes people feel the same. Whether there was any danger to begin with doesn’t matter.” He shrugged, disconnected from the emotion he was talking about. “And fear is fine, but if we ever meet a Voidbringer with the Surge of Tension, you at least know to avoid them.” “And as for debating, apparently telling your opponents they’re wrong and walking away is not a valid argument. Though I think that’s a sound strategy.”
  21. Max’s smile brightened and he put a hand on her shoulder. The way she said it, it seemed she’d made a decision, to trust Devaan. It was a lot to ask of her, to trust someone she’d met only for a short while, but Max was glad she trusted him, trusted Devaan. He tightened his grip a little, affectionately, and let go. “I agree,” Max said, almost finishing his lasagna. “And stopping by would be great.” He noticed Devaan had meant the children topic as a joke and so didn’t answer, letting Devaan laugh at his little blush and laughing himself.
  22. Rob crossed his arms curiously. “We were talking about this in Philosophy. Whether a person is responsible for what they do even in cases like this. Like with cannibals, who had to eat dead bodies to survive, is that wrong, or right, becuase they were under huge pressure from starvation and desperation.” He sighed. “Interesting stuff, but at least it’s easier than debating. I think our team is on its sixth loss.”
  23. 48 hour turns becuase I’m fine with either and I don’t want to make it hard for Fura. Anyway, Fura. When Fifth voted on me (then took his vote off) he was not currently voting on someone, so I couldn’t take his vote away. By the time he voted on someone I didn’t have time to do an action.
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