Sherlock Holmes

Tena shrugged. “It’s all fine.”

Tena gave him a look.

Tena was trying really hard not to hyperventilate, and she was failing. She glanced over at Anthony [just this once, never again] as he gave her a smile (that she loved (a little (okay, maybe a lot))), and couldn't keep a ridiculous smile off her face. She had done it all. Lived on the streets, run a mafia, miscarried, fought in a war... more than many people would in their entire lives, and she wasn't halfway done with hers. But she'd never gotten married before. It seemed hard to believe, that through the long course of her life nobody had ever tried to get her married and succeeded. But nobody was forcing her, she just wanted to. She was getting what she wanted most. It seemed like a beautiful, impossible dream, but she looked over at Anthony and knew it was real. She fidgeted slightly as her dress pulled a little at her shoulders. It wasn't as uncomfortable as she'd fought it would be, and Anthony had told her that she looked great, so she was maybe starting to think that she might wear a dress again. Maybe. She looked around at the forest and replaced her ridiculous smile with a slight grin. They were at the place she and Anthony had kissed for the first time. Appropriate. Perfect. Perfect. That made her think of Anthony (they were the same thing, weren't they?), so she slowly shuffled over to him and leaned against his arm slightly. "I love you," she said to him.

How the Ten Orders go on a car trip from Colorado to California through the mountains: Windrunner: *insists on taking every driving shift, not sleeping for days on end, but feeling satisfied since no one else had the chance to crash the car* *only occasionally glances outside to wish that they were flying among the mountains* Skybreaker: *stays awake with Windrunner for most of the time, constantly watching the speedometer and yelling at Windrunner whenever they surpass the speed limit* *also ignores everything outside except for speed limit signs* Dustbringer: *pushes the driver's seat every once in a while just to annoy whoever's driving, but spends most of their time chowing on whatever food they have and wondering how much stormlight it would take to reduce that boulder over there to rubble* Edgedancer: *finally manages to convince Windrunner to sleep and takes over their shift driving, is less annoyed by Skybreaker but still occasionally snaps at them* *ignores Dustbringer wholeheartedly* *watches surroundings intently except for when driving* Truthwatcher: *sits in back, reading and wishing that they were back at home so they wouldn't have to read the same ten books over and over again* *is unaware of everything outside* Lightweaver: *spends all of their time watching the surroundings and sketching* *tries to cheer Windrunner up by offering to give up their sandwich to Windrunner, but ignores Skybreaker except to Lightweave the speed limit signs to give higher numbers than they actually have* Elsecaller: *plans out entire car ride to the minute, and gets upset when it takes two hours longer than they thought it would to get to the destination* *ends up disinterestedly taking notes on the state of the road to report to the state* Willshaper: *insists on stopping at every cool place (waterfalls, mountains, whatever), partially to give Windrunner a break, but mostly to get pictures of all the things* *spends time in car wishing they were outside and wandering around* Stoneward: *sleeps in trunk the entire time, determined to not complain* Bondsmith: *tries to get everyone on a different sleeping schedule to maximize productivity* *fails miserably, but hey, at least they tried*

I just remembered something about my Dru character, so here is the third (fourth?) resubmission of her character sheet:

I have a friend who literally quit WoK a hundred pages in because of how depressing it was, so congrats on pulling through that. My favorite Cosmere character of all time is Kelsier, still. Even though the first book I read was Mistborn: TFE (maybe because the first book I read was Mistborn: TFE?). Question for you: If you were stuck on a deserted island in the middle of the Reshi Isles, with no other islands for forty miles around, who would you want to have with you: Kelsier, Sazed, or Lift?

And he decided that ganderflaffle meat was the best choice.

Tena had been feeling really tired lately; a product of her working in construction sites as manager and laborer. That was why she’d taught Ani how to cook, so she didn’t need to make dinner on top of working all day. Plus, men were always cuter when they were making food for you. She was resting her head on the back of the couch, waiting for Ani to finish his dinner. She always got smaller portions than him, and he took forever to finish his dinner, but this time and the past times she’d gotten larger servings, nearly as big as Ani’s. Another product of work, though she certainly didn’t think she was getting any fatter. Not that she’d ever been in the first place (living on street rations didn’t exactly leave an aspiring criminal with extra calories), but she worried about that constantly. Ani finally finished his food and gathered up their plates, standing up and walking to the sink, beginning to wash the dishes. Tena curled up on the couch, then dozed for a few minutes, waiting for him to finish so they could go to bed. She didn’t like sleeping without him; the bed always felt empty and cold. Tena only realized that she’d dropped off when she felt someone setting her down on her and Ani’s bed. She opened her eyes blearily, seeing Ani taking off his shirt and putting it away in the dresser. He walked back over to her and asked, “Not feeling up to anything, I assume?” “Nah, I just wanna sleep,” Tena said, shoving the blankets out from under her with her hands, then pulling them up to cover most of her. She closed her eyes and heard Ani come settle down next to her, then felt him wrapping his arms around her. She hummed a little, loving how great that felt, then snuggled up to him with her head resting on his arm. “Are you alright?” Ani asked her anxiously, and she felt his lips touch her forehead. “Yeah, I’m fine,” Tena said, relaxing. Then, she wriggled up to exchange a kiss with him for a moment, falling quietly asleep after. *** A jolt of pain from Tena’s abdomen woke her up, and she made an annoyingly girlish squeak. “Ouch! What was that for?” Ani opened one tired eye to look at her, then the other. “I didn’t do anything. What’s wrong?” “Something just hurt in my stomach. That’s really weird…” She trailed off as she thought of something. She’d been sleeping with Ani for months now, hadn’t she? Could she be…? “Oh moons,” she gasped, squeezing her eyes closed, though it was too dark to make a difference, trying to convince herself it wasn’t true. “No, not again.” “What is it?” Ani said, his voice concerned, and she felt him hug her softly. Ani, her wonderful Ani… he really cared about her, didn’t he? He wanted her to be safe, all the time. He tried to make her comfortable whenever he could. He was almost too surreal to be there with her. “Try not to freak out,” Tena told him quietly. “But I might be pregnant.” Ani stiffened, and she heard him start to breathe quickly. Tena barely kept from bursting into tears, accidentally letting a few drops fall onto Ani’s arm. She was going to fail him, the baby was going to die. She’d been pregnant twice before, and knew well what it felt like. She was pregnant, and the baby was going to die for some reason after she gave birth to it. Her first had been stillborn, her second had had a problem with its lungs that killed it-- no, her-- in seconds. Both of her children had been girls. “That’s… wow,” Ani started, then stopped. “It’s my kid, right?” “Yes, of course it is,” she answered with a grin, unable to contain herself. What a ludicrous idea, that it would be anybody else’s. Did Ani mistrust her, or was he just cautious? “I’m going to be a dad?” he continued in a slightly scared whisper. “No,” she answered, her amusement shattering as her fears broke in again. She squeezed her eyes closed for a moment, trying to forget what would happen to the baby. “What?” Ani asked her, meeting her eyes as she opened them. “Are you not actually pregnant?” “Yes, I’m pregnant. But the baby is going to die the second it gets out of my womb. Maybe even before that.” She started crying in earnest, pressing her face against his chest and trying to stop herself in vain. “No, Tena,” he said after letting her cry for a minute. He squirmed to get to her eye level, and his eyes were so scared and sad and concerned that she stopped crying, suddenly wanting to make him happy. He didn’t look right sad. “Why would the baby… die?” “Because that’s what happens to my children,” she answered honestly, choking a little on her tears, “they die. My first was stillborn, my second had a fatal something with her lungs.” Ani was silent for a moment. “You never told me that your second was a girl.” “Both of them were,” Tena said, remembering two scenes at once: laying in a nice hospital bed, a nurse at her side with that expression medical people get when they have to tell the family of a patient that their loved one had died, and laying in a tub of water in an old wooden house, her grandfather standing nearby with that same expression. “Oh. Okay.” He knew her so well. He knew that pressing her didn’t work most of the time, and would wait for her to continue. She breathed for a moment, feeling safe in Ani’s arms, then decided that she could tell him her fears. “Both of them are dead, and that means that this one will die too. All of my births are failures.” Illogically, that made her feel that she was a failure too, despite the fact that neither death had directly been her fault. Had they? She desperately hoped not. “No,” Ani said, somehow keeping his voice level. “No, you have me here this time. I’ll keep you safe, and I’ll keep our baby safe.” Our baby. Ani was her baby’s father. I’m-- can it be all right? Yes it can. Ani is strong, and he’ll protect all three of us. She had to work to convince herself that that was true. She felt like she was putting her life in Ani’s hands. But I trust him. He can take care of me. “You’re right, my love,” Tena said, leaning forward to kiss him. He was so wonderful, he could make her forget her fears, so she could be with him in the real world. The kiss lasted longer than usual, and was softer as well. Tena felt calm with him here, to be with her and keep her grounded. She pulled away after a minute, then said, “You are my world, Ani. I love you more than you can know.” After a moment of silence, he spoke. “I’ll return that to you,” he said quietly. Tena turned around so her back was touching his chest, then smiled as she felt Ani kiss the hair on the top of her head. She pressed up against him and felt his arms wrap around her abdomen, softly. He was probably paranoid about hurting their baby, even though she wasn’t more than two months pregnant. Tena fell asleep like that, calm and with a faint, yet very present, feeling of love for and from Ani. Anthony hummed as he cooked. Tena had taught him, because she didn't want to, and was tired from work. He handed her a plate, whopping servings. She had been eating a lot lately. When they were done eating, he quietly gathered the plates, still humming. As he pulled up his sleeves and got to work, he changed to a faint whistle, a tune he had learned as a boy. He washed the plates in the sink, thinking. Tena has gotten tired more and more often lately. He smiled, looking at her. She was sleeping. A slight nap; if she didn't wake up he would have to wake her. But for the moment, he didn't. He scrubbed a particularly nasty piece of their dinner off a plate. I wonder why she’s getting tired so fast. She was fine earlier this year, even though she works the same hours most of the time. Maybe it was just catching up to her now. After he was done, he looked at Tena. Still sleeping. He carefully picked her up, carrying her up the stairs into their room. Gingerly he put her down on their bed, then walked to his dresser, taking his shirt off. Finally, seeing she was awake, he walked over. “Not feeling up to anything, I assume?” He felt bad asking, since she was obviously exhausted, but he wanted to know. Her response was sleepy. “Nah, I just wanna sleep.” He grinned. She was still tired. He was tired too, but she slept a lot more than he did. Strange, that. It’s probably because she works so much. He climbed into bed beside her, extending his arms and putting them around her. She was so small, so beautiful. It was amazing to have her with him, but he was worried about her. Maybe she’s sick. That could be why she is tired. He looked at her. “Are you alright?” He leaned in, kissing her forehead. She was nice and warm. It felt good to just be with her. He loved her with all his heart. She responded, and he was reassured. Partially. She fell asleep quickly, breathing deeply. He wrapped himself around her, and followed suit. *** Anthony woke with a jolt. “Ouch, what was that for?” Tena’s voice said. He was confused, a slight sense of fear along with it. Is she hurt? He forced his tired eyes open, looking at her carefully through the darkness. It seemed to be about two in the morning. What could have woken her up? “I didn't do anything. What's wrong?” “Something just hurt in my stomach. That’s really weird…” She stopped, going silent. What is it? Did she figure it out? Can I go back to sleep? He berated himself. The love of his life was in pain, and all he could think of was sleeping. But he was tired. “Oh, moons. No, not again,” she continued quietly. What the hell was it? Was she sick? His voice filled with concern as he spoke, no matter how much he tried to hide it. “What is it?” She had to be okay. He had promised himself, promised he would keep her from harm. What is it... please… “Try not to freak out, but I might be pregnant,” she said. Anthony felt himself go clammy. A child. Tena was going to have a child, and he would be its father. He knew he'd been a father before, but that wasn't truly him, not anymore. I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO FREAK OUT? I'm going to be a FATHER! Finally it came out in words, though he almost turned it into a mindless jumble. “That's... wow.” Then, something occurred to him. He didn’t want to think about it, but… “It’s my kid, right?” “Yes, of course it is,” she said with a grin, and Anthony was relieved. He’d worried… but no. Tena loved him, not anyone else, and he’d been sleeping with her every day besides. He was almost panicked, but also happy, exhilarated. Shocked. “I'm going to be a dad?” he asked, maybe a little afraid; he didn’t know how to raise kids, or, really anything else to do with the subject. Were there things he needed to do while Tena was pregnant to keep her safe? What were the chances of her dying in childbirth? That second one started to haunt him. “No.” She closed her eyes like she was trying to forget something painful. What the hell? Was it a joke? Really? He was really confused, he couldn't understand. What was happening? “What?” He stared her in the eyes. What was going on? “Are you not actually pregnant?” “Yes, I’m pregnant. But the baby is going to die the second it gets out of my womb. Maybe even before that.” Why would that be? She'd had two miscarriages before, but it was just a coincidence that both of those pregnancies had ended with death. Just a coincidence. He forced himself to believe that. Tena couldn't handle it otherwise, and he had to protect her. He had to. She was crying, so he hugged her a little. Having her feeling sad so close to him always made him want to cheer her up, but he knew that that wouldn’t work in this case. He had to protect her. He would protect her. Those thoughts kept repeating. He let her cry for a bit, looking across their room at the one of the dark walls, knowing that she’d talk to him after all the tension was gone, then looked her in the eyes. “No, Tena.” He moved himself until he was at her eye level. Her eyes still seemed to glow despite the dark, and they were beautiful, like a clear sky. But she was depressed and terrified, for some reason, and it stained her eyes, like blood on a carpet. “Why would the baby,” he paused, “die?” “Because that’s what happens to my children. They die. My first was stillborn, my second had a fatal something with her lungs.” No. She's wrong. It's a coincidence. He meant to reassure her, tell her it would be okay. Instead he said, quietly, “You never told me the second was a girl.” It was just bad luck. Yes. It had to be true. It was true. He had to protect her. He would protect those who could not protect themselves. “Both of them were.” Two. He felt so sorry for her. He wanted to put it in words, but he knew pity wouldn't help. “Oh, okay.” Storms, was that too flippant? Well, I can't take it back now. Why had he said it like that? No, he’d said the right thing. That was what she would need. He just had to wait. It took her a moment, but then she continued. “Both of them are dead, and that means that this one will die too. All of my births are failures.” He sensed something else beyond those words. Did she think of herself that way? A blot on the world? She couldn’t possibly think that way: she was beautiful, intelligent, athletic, kind… she was everything he had. She had to be okay. I will protect her. “No. No, you have me here this time. I’ll keep you safe, and I’ll keep our baby safe.” He had barely managed to make his voice stable. But he had to, for her. Now he just had to convince himself. There’s too much I don’t know. “You’re right, my love.” She kissed him, and he kissed back, reveling in her touch. She was happy. Happy was good. Happy meant he was succeeding. He kissed her softly, making it as long as she wanted. After a minute, she pulled away from him. “You are my world, Ani. I love you more than you can know.” No, she was his world. She still didn't understand how much she meant to him, and… did she love him that much? But she still couldn’t possibly love him as much as he loved her. He responded quietly, a response he hoped would convey that. “I’ll return that to you.” She shifted so her back was pressing against his chest, and he kissed the back of her head reassuringly. He again wrapped his arms around her, gently. It was illogical, but he couldn't help worrying he would hurt the child somehow. He waited, letting her fall asleep, listening to her breathing slow. He dropped his head to the pillow, murmuring in her ear: “I love you.” She didn't hear a thing.

“I don’t know why I let you convince me to do this,” Tena complained as she walked beside Ani. He was staring around at the surrounding hills and little cottages, goats everywhere. Seriously, you couldn’t look at a place without seeing a goat. “This trip is making me hate goats,” she informed Ani. “Good for you. Oh, this place is amazing.” He looked like he’d never been outside before, or like a boy scout given the chance to get the credit of discovering a new species of ant. Tena was liking the trip too, she’d never seen mountains before, but Ani was having a heart attack over it. A little awestruck, but not wanting to show it, she looked around at the surrounding hills and mountains disinterestedly. The mountains looked like gods rising into the sky, with those areas of shadows and stone, all covered in lichen and stunted evergreens. They were amazing; piercing the clouds and standing watch over the earth. Guardians, that’s what they are. Kind of like Ani. She didn’t know where that thought had come from. She looked over at Ani, at his unbelievable height and proud stance. He seemed to sense that she was watching him and turned to meet her eyes. She thought she saw a flash of something in his face… like he saw her, and was trying to figure out what might be wrong with her so he could help fix it. He was her guardian, except that he was different than some in that he loved her as well as protected her. Would that make him more determined to care for her? But no. I can take care of myself perfectly fine, and I don’t know that he wouldn’t betray my trust if I allowed him to have it. She did love him, but in the past she’d never let anyone deal with her life for her, and was going to continue that trend. If she couldn’t take care of herself, who could? They continued to walk down the cobbled road between the single row of houses, Ani gawking like a tourist, and Tena taking pains to look like she wasn’t a gawking tourist. After a half hour of walking in silence, Tena and Ani were out walking along a wagon trail, beside a stream filled with visibly freezing cold water. Tena felt something click into place within herself as she looked around at the rocks and evergreens, breathing the cool air, smelling the fresh pines and wind. She loved it. Turning her head upward, she closed her eyes and breathed, stopping in her tracks. She opened her eyes after a moment, looking at Ani, then gesturing with a nod at a boulder nearby. “You can just talk to me, you know,” Ani said, looking her in the eyes. “Sorry, I know. Can we go sit on that rock over there?” She pointed at it. Ani nodded after seeming to get lost in his thoughts for a moment, then said, “Lead the way.” She walked over to the boulder, and looked at the side facing her. She loved rock climbing. She analyzed the face, picking out potential handholds. Then, she began climbing. After a moment, she stood on the top. She raised her arms to either side of her in triumph, tilting her head back and grinning at the sky. “Hey, how did you get up there?” Ani called to her, and she looked down at him, letting her arms fall to her sides. “I climbed the rock.” “Yeah. I can see that. But how? Can you help me?” “I’m glad to.” She loved helping people, for some reason. It was probably why she’d become an Edgedancer. She winced at that memory, and at the realization that the loss of her spren wasn’t all that painful to remember anymore. Having Ani around just seemed to fix everything. Tena guided him up the rock face, then grabbed his hand and tried to lift him up onto the top, but he was far too heavy. She was used to helping smaller people, that was for certain. He had to lift himself up the rock, and then sat down with his legs hanging over the edge. The drop was about ten feet. Tena sat down next to him, her irritation at him melting away as she rested her head on his arm, and turned her head to bite him lightly. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders after a moment, ignoring the nip since it was something she did fairly often (he had a scar that Tena had (accidentally) given him to prove it), and she scooted closer to him, loving, as ever, how warm he was. And the fact that he wanted to share his warmth with her, that he gave it to her without reservation. She wished that she could give herself over to him like he had to her, but something told her not to. She had to stay independent, not become reliant on other people. Other people could let her down. “I don’t know why I let you convince me to do this,” Tena complained as Anthony walked beside her. He had no idea why she was acting the Grinch so much; this place was beautiful. It still doesn’t compare to her. It was deep in the mountains, with the strange, rustic little houses and the wildness of the area, great trees in the valley, stunning mountains, crystal waterfalls and lakes. It also had goats. He didn’t recognize the little creatures when he saw them, but thought they looked like tiny horses. That was also odd, since he’d never seen horses in his entire life, as far as he could remember. “This trip is making me hate goats,” Tena continued grumpily. Anthony looked over at her, confused, then said, without thinking, “Good for you. Oh, this place is amazing.” He quickly looked away at the surroundings, which were distracting, though that wasn’t the real reason. He wasn’t sure why he had said that, and regretted it. He managed to stop the faint blush he could feel coming on, but it still wasn’t something he wanted to repeat. It really was amazing. Just beautiful. Thinking of that word made him think of Tena, the words just seemed to match, almost just one word, and he felt his eyes drawn back over to her. She was looking away at the mountains-- focusing on them, actually. She was gorgeous; her sharp jaw, prominent cheekbones, piercing eyes, like gems… He realized he was staring at her, and forced himself to stop, tearing his eyes away. Just in time. She looked at him, and he turned to meet her eyes. He looked deep into her blue eyes, an instinct, deep and primal, as much part of him as his heart or lungs, told him to find anything wrong so he could try to help her. Keep her safe, if even from herself, from any pain. She averted her eyes after a moment, and Anthony could’ve sworn he’d seen insecurity within them, if only for a second. That was big, coming from someone like Tena. Sure of herself, always confident… he wasn’t sure what it meant. They continued walking, and he turned his eyes back towards the surroundings. The mountains were impressive, strong, large, but they intimidated Anthony, at least a little. Merely seeing them reminded that there were things even bigger than him, and that was… strange. He was well used to being the biggest thing around, the strongest. He ignored that, pushing it down and just walking next to Tena, enjoying her company while watching the goats and trees. Seriously, goats were so strange. Tena and he walked outside of the village, and continued down a road into a valley, cut through by a clean, cold river. Looking up at the rock faces on either side of the path, the rock jutting out from slopes nearly covered by red-barked evergreens, gave him an odd sense of vertigo. It seems kind of silly that I’d be afraid of heights, given that I’m a foot taller than most, but… He craned his neck to see the top of the mountain and shivered. How could something be that huge? Tena probably asks herself the same question every time she sees me. Thinking of her made him look at her, just as she seemed to notice something. She gestured with her head at a boulder nearby, and Anthony didn’t know what she meant, so he said, “You can just talk to me, you know.” “Sorry, I know. Can we go sit on that rock over there?” That’s odd, Anthony thought. Did she just say sorry to me? She never says sorry to anybody. Does that make me special? He answered himself a second later. I’m her boyfriend, I guess I am special. And lucky. That last word… he always thought of it when he thought of himself. He was lucky, though. Despite all her faults, Tena remained his best friend, and the kindest person he knew. He snapped out of his contemplations and answered her question with a nod. “Lead the way.” Tena walked over to the boulder and stood before it with her Bow before me, mortals posture. Ani was surprised that the rock didn’t disintegrate into ash out of fear. Tena always seemed unstoppable, like a dragon in thrall of her realm. Or maybe something less dramatic than that. After a moment of staring the rock down, Tena started climbing. She swung herself up, mostly using her powerful arms somehow, and was suddenly standing at the top within ten seconds. So fast, Ani thought. How does she do it? When she was on the top, she spread her arms and tilted her head upward, looking triumphant and more like she was at the peak of a mountain than a boulder at the bottom of a valley. She was so… something undefinable. Beautiful, strong, in charge, graceful. More than that, even. Suddenly, he wanted to get up there so he could be with her, so he reluctantly said, unwilling to alter the way she was standing, “Hey, how did you get up there?” “I climbed the rock,” was her immediate answer, and she stopped looking like she’d conquered the world, her arms dropping to her sides as she looked down at him. “Yeah. I can see that.” She could be so Tena-ish sometimes. “But how? Can you help me?” Her face lit up. That word, ‘help’, always made her shine, because she had the soul of what she’d explained to him as an ‘Edgedancer’, one of which she’d apparently been until that one time when she’d turned Mistborn. She still hadn’t explained that to him, and he didn’t want to press her about it, since it had appeared to be painful and strange even for her. She gave him advice, and he climbed up the rock, the grain of it (he’d never known that rocks had grain) biting at his hands, though his far greater height giving him access to some handholds she wouldn’t’ve been able to reach. His weight, however, was another thing entirely. He didn’t notice most of the time, but he did weight a lot. Tena proved it when he held up his hand, unconsciously trusting her to help him up, and she couldn’t lift him at all, even given how strong she was. He felt bad about that, so he worked a little faster and got himself onto the top of the rock, turning around and sitting down with his legs hanging over the edge. Tena sat down beside him after a moment, and she rested her head on his arm, which he knew meant she wanted him to hold her, then nipped him. He ignored the slight pain that caused. Thinking of that little scar he had on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around her torso lightly. She went closer to him and let her head fall back on his shoulder, closing her eyes (not before Anthony saw her irises, that lovely blue they had). He loved her so much. Just sitting on a rock with the cold wind blowing in his face felt like the best moment of his life, at least with her.

They are the poster children.

But, since scurvy is something people get if they don't get enough vitamin C, it did not affect Butt.

I'd like to add that Pagliacci said: "Melkor and seven Balrogs." Fight that, since we're talking about them both in a dueling pit. Also, yeah, Investiture is light, so Ungoliant would just eat TLR and be done with it. Balrog. Inquisitors have a set amount of powers (let's assume Mistborn, for clarity's sake), and they can only use their powers for so long until they die. Balrogs are also nigh-impossible to stop with anything except Gandalf (You cannot pass!), and Gandalf is a Maiar.

Equally Creative had divided via mitosis to reproduce with Itself to create Loud and Opaque. Itself didn't approve of Equally Creative's choice of names for their children.

... That's a distinct possibility. Anyways, I'd like to bring up the fact that Tolkien has Huan, an immortal wolfhound who cannot die until he's slain the mightiest wolf ever to live. Thoughts? Also, Ungoliant vs. TLR. Who wins? Any questions for me?

But none of us are surprised at this point, are we?

*desperately hopes Jac doesn’t decide to make a joke about this one* *vaguely realizes that he himself has already thought of one*

HOP!

Gancho is too much of a genius. I can't even.

Voidus's wife was cheating on him with Peach.

Grape juice was intolerable.

Holy plot twist, Batman! Uncle Brandy caught up with the circus one day, and was surprised to see Butt Venture waiting for him.

They traveled the land and became known as one of the worst best traveling circuses in all the land, with Mother Pineapple their star acrobat. @Voidus

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I am still of the opinion that Tolkien wins the duel, because of Ungoliant, the Dragons, and Tom Bombadil! @Voidus