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What? No. Why would I do that?

I am getting major bromance vibes from the three of you Edit: DOUBLE vjnskfjvnwkjvnwjkvnwjkvbkw POST ignore me as I die

My mom heard me laugh and asked what it was. I think she's now unnerved. I think Luna and I are tagging each other? *gives Luna a puppy to cuddle while systematically destroying everything and everyone she loves*

*hugs Luna before killing all her family in front of her*

*thanks Luna profusely as she mutilates her corpse in dark rituals*

*gives Luna a happy nod as she slits her throat*

*shrugs* Okay. I've got JK Studios, they're the best anyway

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Edit: Also, I'm going to give you the standard thing people who wish for that usually get, which is making their boon incredibly awful in retribution. I won't bother to give details, so do with that what you will. My wish from earlier stands.

My idea of police comes from every piece of media I have ever consumed at the result of that, plus occasional research. Also the literal job definition of police being the people who keep the peace. Bruce's view is understandable, but I still don't think the police would hire him (unless the Precursors are different, we'll need Darth to answer that). I was getting the impression that you meant he'd shoot before there even could be a fight, with the whole "ask questions never" thing and his attitude bout ridding the world of lawbreakers.

Cassie's head jerked around to stare at her fellow Willshaper. DO WE GET NO BREAKS? She grit her teeth and stood up, marching over to him and gazing into the night. He was right; the encroaching Voidbringers were obvious. This time, I'll do better. She summoned her Blade and forced her eyes to fix on it - her - scrutinizing every crevice until she was slightly desensitized to the idea of her spren being dead. Slightly. Maybe. She could look at the sword without face-planting into the dirt, at least. "Okay," she whispered, one hand drifting to the gems in her pocket, burning bright. "Okay." She ripped the Light out of them, then extinguished her own glow, suppressing it. That was one thing she knew how to do, at least. Cassie closed her eyes and focused. The Cognitive Realm was always around her, but most of the time she never sensed it. Now, though, she automatically could as a Fifth Ideal Radiant. And space was different there. She took one step forward, in. And one step forward, out. And just like that, she had teleported behind the enemy. Stormlight still muted, she pinpointed a Voidbringer off to the side and crept forward, molding the grass underneath her feet together so it wouldn't rustle and give her away. With the Light lending her grace and her powers used on instinct, Cassie almost didn't feel like herself, the girl who studied alone in her room and worried about which path to take. She simply acted, like Willshapers in the old books. This is how I'm supposed to be. She was behind the Voidbringer in a pounding heartbeat, Joyblade raised. For a moment she stared at the woman. Am I really about to do this? She thought of the wedding they were ruining, thought of the friends they might kill, thought of the people they had already killed. Oh yes, I am. And she jerked her Blade in one swift movement, sending a head toppling to the ground. The body fell with a thud to the lawn, and Cass watched it leak blood, a cold horror freezing her over. This is the first time I've ever murdered anyone. Her eyes found her Shardblade. No. It wasn't. Her knuckles were white from holding on, her Stormlight wild, her face calm, her thoughts near-incoherent. A fragment from an old record, Words of Radiance, came to mind: "...if there were an uncut gem among the Radiants, it was the Willshapers..." along with one from a book called The Best and Worst of the Orders: "The Willshapers were often erratic and spontaneous, seen by many as thoughtless." Thoughtless. She could do thoughtless. Trying not to think about anything, Cassie lunged forward and stabbed a Voidbringer in the back, right where one of them had just stabbed Shana. She turned before she had a chance to comprehend whether or not it would live and beheaded another. She'd lapsed in retaining her glow, and now flamed with Light. Some of the Voidbringer started crying out, realizing she was there, and she ignored them, slicing at yet another; untrained though the attack was, you didn't need much training when you took someone by surprise. A stab to the heart. A chop to the face. Sword coming at you, don't think, go with what feels right, let your Light move you. Disappear and reappear in the air, fall a few feet, land on the sword, swipe your own through it, then follow up through the assailant's gut. Don't think. Duck a punch of spiky carapace, shove the arm with all your Stormlight-enhanced force, infusing it with a rush of Cohesion. Ignore the screams as its arm is embedded in another's stomach, don't think. Grab for another to Transport it - Slicked itself, storm it - stab the Blade through the arm, keep it steady so it doesn't slide out, use that connection to take it with you as you take one step forward and throw it off into the sea of beads to choke. Back to the Physical Realm, reform precisely with your Blade already through a neck, yank it away. Take a step back. Cognitive. Another back. Physical. Twenty yards away, Voidbringers are panicking, but DON'T THINK ABOUT IT. Stab here. Slice there. Two Voidbringers running at you, jump back, slam their heads together, reach out and fuse their foreheads together. They fall. Move, cut, teleport there, don't think, run, swing, block, don't think, burn out eyes, fight, kill, don't think. Kill. Don't think.

Cass squeezed her hand. "Don't apologize. You weren't the one who stabbed yourself."

I've fallen in love with this meme format @Shard of Thought @ZincAboutIt

I'm ready @Blessing of Potency

*politely stabs Luna*

Granted, but Santa gets a restraining order against you. I wish for more Studio C references.

*quietly kicks Luna*

*punches @Lunamor in the arm* I just wanted to escalate the poke, I didn't mean anything by it

I'm going to say no. Let's try to keep the rules stable from now on, unless there's a really big hole. What? It's adorable!

And here I thought I was the only one, ever...okay so probably not ever, but definitely the first PC; they're rare. Jokes aside, guilds are very careful to keep a handle on their Hemalurgic monsters, and only ever let them out to play when the city is at war. If they're happy when criminals come quietly, then they need to give those criminals the chance, rather than just walking in and instantly shooting. Not really a logical decision. I second Kenod's suggestion to put this in the PM for people to see, because it doesn't sound much like the Alleyverse I know either. There's definitely a lot of death, but there is a ton IRL as well, more than most of us like to acknowledge. From my worldview, most police would be doing everything they could to stop death, regardless of criminal status. There are prison arrangements for Invested people, I'm sure (though we haven't actually touched on that that I know of; it could be a cool thread to create, maybe I'll do that. There are very interesting plot opportunities).