Sherlock Holmes

Thank you.

Tena, knowing that no one would get to the Canton nearly as fast as her, teleported back to her house, then Steelpushed across town back to Zaphoid's house. She poked her head inside, and noticed the lack of anyone inside. Walking quietly, she frowned at the loud creaks her weight made the wooden boards cause. She looked up to the skies in annoyance, then started at the lines in the dust at the top of the wall. Those weren't there before, she thought, walking across the floor to one of the walls and dropping a coin, hovering a foot in the air with a precise Steelpush. She sniffed the dustless lines, then sneezed. Resigned, she opened a small purse attached to her belt and swabbed the mark with her DNA sampler. If that's how it's going to be, she thought, then set the swab in a plastic Ziplock bag. Quite conscious of the fact that she would forget to have Mya test the DNA, Tena zipped her scientific purse back up and walked back outside. She brought her Canton of Combat Tia card back out and disappeared.

Tena poofed into existence with a Tia card. These things sure do come in handy, Tena thought, especially when you have over thirty of them. She strolled in a circle for a moment, then flipped over onto her hands, one of which held a boxing. She Flared steel and Steelpushed herself up into the air, flying maybe a hundred feet up, then fell nearly that full distance before carefully letting herself back down with a lighter Push against the same coin. She landed in a roll, then came to her feet and dropped another coin, hurling herself to the nearest pine tree. “Hold things,” she Awakened her mistcloak, envisioning her cloak wrapping around a beam, as she hit the tree feet-first, her shirt turning from blue to gray. The lengths of fabric immediately grabbed onto branches and the trunk of the tree as her momentum threw them forward. Tena turned, having some room to breath, and leaned off the tree, her heels holding her in that position.

“Sisters is a bit of a stretch,” Tena said, “though she is the spitting image of me, just a few inches shorter and a lot less pretty.” She flipped over to do a handstand, then balanced on one hand. She frowned, then rolled back to her feet. “Also, if you ask me, everything with the name of Klasten is a trap, or anything with a Klasten nearby. Ask your nephew about it. Ask his horse.” She snapped her mouth closed at that; telling Mace that she’d killed his nephew’s horse probably wasn’t going to score her any points. “Anyway, I say caution is in order. ”Also, do I really throw my elbow out too much? You can’t possibly be better.” She punched in Mace’s direction a few times, then frowned. She did throw out her elbow too much. She glared at Mace as though it was his fault, then continued to punch the air in his direction until her punches were better. Her last punch landed a centimeter from his nose. @Ookla the Paragon

Nightblood is too OP, so it goes with the Fullborn, I think. All the ghost army needs to do to beat Shades is get out their silverware. Also, there’s only as many Shardblades as there are Shardbearers, so yeah. You have Elhokar, Adolin, Sadeas, Dalinar, Renarin, and Gavilar.

My favorite Cosmere book is between the Stormlight Archive and the Final Empire.

Yes it is.

Rena aimed a pewter-Comounding kick at Mace’s face, thinking, Killing this idiot’ll teach Tena to mess with me. Maybe I’ll even draw her out and get to kill her, too. *** Tena leaped into the street she knew Zaphoid’s place was in, ran into the house, and immediately recognized Rena fighting Mace, who’d obviously not ingested many metals. Tena wondered, for a moment, if Rena knew that Mace was a Fullborn, then decided that she didn’t care. She shot forward with a Flare of steel and slammed her cousin against the wall. The younger woman screamed and Steelpushed herself out of Tena’s grip, then away out of the door. “Gorram you!” Tena yelled after Rena, sinking slowly to her knees in resignation. There was only one thing her cousin was better at than her, and that was running. She breathed for a moment, and registered what Rena had been trying to do this time: kill Mace. Tena doubted the woman would have accomplished her goal, but the threat was clear. First our grandfather, and now Mace. What will it take for her grudge to end? Tena wasn’t sure what Rena was so mad at her for, but it had to end. Tena breathed for a moment, then rose back to her feet smoothly and turned to Mace with a calm expression on her face. “I hope you’re okay,” she said. “I wish I had goldminds, but I don’t. Here.” She held a out a vial of steel. “In case you want to fight anyone soon.” @Ookla the Paragon

So the Ookla season commenced.

"Lord of the Rings shall rule this world," Ax mumbled.

"But, aren't I the god of predators? The god of the hunt?"

If Mraize said that, I'd be running for the mountains right now.

Ax laughed.

"Uh," Ax said while unsuccessfully trying to resist from devouring an entire pizza. "Can I be God of Gluttony? Is that what we're talking about now?" He chuckled in the middle of the second sentence, stuffing another slice of pizza into his mouth. "Nah, I'll be God of Placental Predators. Tag me if anyone says that's alright."

Tena woke up from her half-sleep abruptly as she heard a whoosh of air behind her, a sharp, loud clicking of claws accompanying it a moment later. She stood up and turned to see a graceful, sinuous dragon coiled around the bell tower of the church. Its leathery brown scales did not reflect the light of the sunset very well, but its golden eyes gleamed in a way that seemed almost malevolent. It wasn't, of course, but Tena couldn't help feeling a little nervous as she walked along the ridge of the roof to the massive reptile. It climbed down the tower, seemingly conscious of the stone building's frailty, then lowered its neck grudgingly. Tena Steelpushed precisely, sending herself to the base of the dragon's neck. It rose back up, then opened its wings and turned around, Tena wrapping her arms as far around its neck as she could. The dragon jumped off the church, beating its wings and managing to gain height despite Tena's weight on its neck. It was smaller than many legends had people to believe, with a wingspan of only eighty feet, but was just as fast as those same legends claimed, soaring above crowds of stunned Homeless. Tena was by no means afraid of heights, and enjoyed the exhilaration of the dragon's physics-defying flight thoroughly. After a sort moment, the dragon descended, spiraling so as to avoid caving in Tena's house's roof. It touched down, alighting upon the reinforced roof, and Tena vaulted off its neck, landing on her porch in a puff of stormlight. I could start a taxi business, Tena thought with amusement, then whistled to let the dragon know that it could go out to find dinner. It lifted off with a powerful whoosh, and Tena couldn't resist watching its ascent. The beast was just magnificent. She turned and trotted into her house, plopping down on her couch and closing her eyes. Great Sisters, she thought, Mace is alive. He's really alive. This is crazy. Really crazy. Sort of like me. She spent maybe half an hour thinking about that, then the dragon arrived, as evidenced by the loud pounding Tena heard. She opened one eye in annoyance, then closed it. Need to get Aonic sound mufflers on the roof, she noted as the dragon fell onto its chest and quickly fell asleep, rhythmic breathing audible even through the roof. Tena fell asleep to that sound, knowing that the snores she'd undoubtedly make would be plenty loud themselves. --- Rena woke up from her nap, then snuck out of the house as quietly as she could. Don't want to wake up that dragon, she thought nervously. She crept to the balcony and Steelpushed up to the top of the crater, then to the marketplace, having forgotten where the place she had to go to was. Once she'd found the notice, she Steelpushed across rooftops to get there, finally landing at the front of the house. She looked around and located Mace, then walked over to him, projecting friendliness. "Hello," she said, then Compounded pewter and aimed a punch at Mace's face. @Ookla the Paragon --- Tena woke up and pushed herself to her knees, then noticed the claw marks on her floor. "Not you again," Tena said, annoyed. "I am seriously going to kill you this time." She stood up and walked out onto her balcony, rubbing her chin and saying aloud, "Now where would you go? All you want to do is make me miserable, so..." She trailed off, eyes widening. "You wouldn't. You gorramed wouldn't. Oh, you would." She straightened up and Steelpushed to the dragon, then climbed on its back and Steelpushed onto the crater's rim. "This is the last straw."

If you want to find the Words, I recommend that you head on over to the Alleyverse subforum in the Role-Playing section. We can always use another Sharder, and there are a lot of Knights Radiant over there.

Wereci, high up in the sky, banked sharply to face this new enemy.

Fangblade ducked the shot and dug his teeth into Kane’s neck.

Tena waved at Shifty, then Steelpushed onto a roof and stood up on top of a chimney, shading her eyes with her hand and scoping out the area. She saw what she was looking for, a nice tall church, then Steelpushed over to it and landed on the ridge of the roof, quickly sitting down on the edge and pulling open her pack, taking out another cold Klastenified taco and devouring it. She looked around the huge Alleycity, the crater a visible, err, crater in the distance. She watched all the people walking around, that always let her fall into a half-dose sort of state.

Ahem. I like how it’s Edgedancer specifically. I must be RPing in the Alleyverse too much.

Fang howled in satisfaction. @I think I am here. @BitBitio

“Oh, you know what I mean. You and your pack. Are you good elk hunters and such?” Tena rolled her shoulders and glanced up at the clouds.

Also, characters have to be interesting. You can’t sell a book with boring characters.