Sherlock Holmes

The Winged, Mari, smiled at Damaya and said, "I'm Mari. Whenever you decide to go, I will carry you to the island that we have our flora and fauna on."

Klin sighed while Andy grinned and pulled her walkie-talkie out of her pocket, radioing to Wereci, "We'll need maybe three more Winged on my position. And send a Skywhale too. Yup, I found tourists. Yup, they want to see the stuff from our world. Yup, get all the ship-chickens and shipdogs ready. Turn into a panther if you must." She turned off her walkie as the conversation closed, then to explained to Damaya, "Klin here is a Winged; a human-like lifeform with big ole feathery wings. You can tell the difference between males and females by their plumage, males have blue-tipped feathers and females don't. They are not good at swimming, none of 'em." By the time her explanation was done, three more Winged had arrived, all three females. The only difference between their clothing and Klin's was that they wore tight-fitting single-piece shirts. Andy walked up to Klin and he obligingly picked her up. From her position in Klin's arms, Andy said, "Just let them pick you up. They are professional fliers, don't worry about them dropping you." @Sorana @Cyanic @Silva @Gancho Libre A moment later another Winged showed up, an older man with a beard.

Please, it's awesome, I love it. Other people I've led to it love it too.

Have you read the Gaz Redemption Comic @TwiLyghtSansSparkles? That's where I get it from. If you want to find it, go to the Stormlight Archive gallery, then scroll down on the first page until you see it.

Tezandranon smiled, a much wider smile than Damaya's own, and said, "Well, we have stuff like sea-mirins or changelings, though those are technically non-canon. Also brightlions, nightlions, direwolves, godlings, dercons, Skywhales, Fleshflies," Andy paused at that, shivering, "though you do not want to encounter any of that last. Also, I hear a trio of Skywhales and a squad of Zosans are active in some war of your's. Wereci was so pissed when he found out." She got a mischievous look on her face, then added, "We also have a couple more of these," she gestured at the Winged, "waiting around so I can take you to our resident island." Andy turned to look at the Winged, then remembered his name suddenly. "Klin, right?" He rolled his eyes and nodded. Andy turned back to Damaya and asked, "So, you in?"

My favorite couple is Kal and Gaz. ... Yeah.

Tena checked the tracking device, she'd planted one on Solace, on her watch. "Well, I dunno 'bout y'all, but I am sick and tired of having no one in charge," she said to the other Ghostbloods, pulling out her Tia card that was linked to Solace and tapped it, disappearing for the second time that day.

Tena disappeared.

Tena appeared from out of Shadesmar, nearly tripping someone who looked like... Solace? Naw, he was dead. Well, then again, she'd thought Mace was dead, so maybe not. She slid a few feet away, moonwalking with Abrasion, and noticed some other Ghostbloods around. "Hey everyone," she said, then turned to Solace. "Who are you, O Ghostblood-branded?"

"Hey sister," Andy said enthusiastically. "We're on the opposite side of the planet from your continent, I believe, though that's probably just me." She winked at Damaya and asked, "Wanna see the stuff from my planet? I just got here because a Wereci's godling friend can teleport. Sort of. Anyway, I can call in a ride." She snorted at the Winged's unamused expression. He didn't like other Winged, apparently. "Oh, and yeah, I'm Tezandranon. Call me Andy or Tez, though." The Winged's blue-tipped feathered wings fluttered slightly, perhaps regretting that he'd gotten this job. He crossed his arms across his chest and blew out a breath of air to stir a tuft of hair in his face.

A dark-skinned woman sat on a large boulder, enthusiastically drilling out 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' on her guitar. Her left hand fingers flew across the fret board, her right hand flying up and down the strings at speeds only a master could match, and her purposefully slightly-off-key voice singing the lyrics. "With the lights off, it's contagious, here we are now, entertain us! Something something dudududu Idon'tknowanyoftheotherwords. Bumbumbum dadada doodoo-oodloodloo," she sang at obnoxious volumes. The large lion resting behind her continued its bored snoring. "You are the worst," Tezandranon said to it, turning her head to glare at its serene face. "Almost as bad as Wereci. Practically impossible to annoy. Practically..." she tilted her head thoughtfully, "but, thankfully, I can be quite impractical at these times." She gently put down her guitar and grabbed an electric one. Standing up, she walked over to the huge sound-amplifiers that ringed her small plateau of rock in a half-circle and picked a cord up from the ground, plugging it into the base of the electric guitar and trying an experimental chord. The sound was loud enough Andy concluded as her ears rang obnoxiously. She decided she needed something truly spectacular to wake up the lion. "I've paid my dues, time after time / I've done my sentence, I've committed no crime / and bad mistakes, I've made a few / I've had my share of sand kicked in my face, but I've come through!" Andy played the interlude for a moment, then continued, "WEEEEEEEEEEE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, MY FRIENDS / AND WE'LL KEEP ON FIGHTING 'TILL THE END--" The lion suddenly surged to its feet and leaped away, traversing the dense jungle of the island clumsily, for it was a desert beast. Andy pulled the cord from her electric guitar and yelled after it, "I got you, sucker! Take that!" She settled down onto her backside, picking up her normal guitar and starting to play 'All-star.' She paused as she saw something out in the sea and grabbed a walkie-talkie from her pocket. "Yo, Wer, could ya get me one of those Winged shortly? That's great. Okay. Bye." She cursed herself for being awkward and began to go over the words she'd said, trying to figure out if she could have said anything better. She did not have time for much introspection. An eight-foot man with enormous blue-and-white-feathered wings trotted out of the jungle in the same direction she'd scared the brightlion into running. He crossed his arms over his bare, muscular chest and gave her a sardonic look. "Do you find it necessary to scare every man or animal away from you at top speeds? You realize your antics are what scared Tellen away, right?" "Yeah, whatever," Andy mumbled, "just get me a lift to that." She gestured in the direction of the moving thing she'd seen and the Winged nodded. "It's a Greatshell, I think. One of those big things from Roshar," the man said, his yellow, hawk-like eyes seeing what Andy could not. He picked her up like a princess from one of those fairy tales as she walked a few steps closer to him. He mumbled, "The things I do for a couple of jots," as he beat his massive wings and began running, jumping with his powerful legs as he met the end of the plateau. He faltered slightly, still a little unused to carrying people, and then straightened, powering up into the air on a convenient updraft. As the wind carried them up, the Winged's bad attitude slowly melted from his face, and he grinned with exhilaration. Andy herself had always loved heights, even if the way she now gained them was terrifying. She clutched at the man's arms as he confidently slammed his powerful wings against gravity, winning the sky as his people had for millennia. He suddenly flung Andy forward and up, and the amount of sheer terror she felt then was enough to make up for the years she'd spent in a palace, a pampered princess. She could tell that he'd folded his wings and was free-falling from the lack of noise behind, and she began to fall as well. She dropped, utterly out of sorts, until suddenly she was being carried again. She realized that she was only a foot or so from the deep blue waters of the sea just then, and reached out, skimming the water with her fingertips. It stung a lot, but was so worth it. The Winged began the to fly upward again, probably uncomfortable with being so close to the water. He gained height quickly, then found a nice cruising point and stopped beating his wings, flying over the sea for a few extended moments before they got close enough to the Greatshell that he began to fall again. As a surge of oh-great-Rieshi-I-am-going-to-die spread through her, Andy saw that there were a whole bunch of people on the back of the Greatshell, most looking the tourist-type. As they landed, the Winged folding his wings behind his back neatly and ruffling up his dark hair, then setting Andy down, she said to the people who were apparently touring the land, "He-heya, any of you need a little serenading? 'Cause I have seriously run out of people to sing to." She adopted a stern posture and regally lifted her chin.

Wayne or Lopen might not be that accurate, I guess. I'm more like Kelsier. Overconfident, intimidating, terrifying, funny, willing to push through the bad stuff but still feeling awful about past mistakes and events, strong-willed, opinionated, etc. etc. Yup, that's me. I do like drawing and writing, but I'm about as far from Shallan as could be. She's not enough of a jerk, really.

I remember when I made that oath... so long ago. It has been legit almost five months or something.

Tena pulled herself together and stood up. Her eyes blazed with something beyond the comprehension of someone who hasn't gotten whipped several times. She wanted to fight.

How about Greatshells? I feel like that would work.

He-heya, can I jump in? Name: Dusk Sex: Male Age: 18 Physical appearance: 6’ 1,” blond hair, brown eyes, tan skin, and lanky build. Investitures: None. History: Born in a busy city, was given his name by a passing sailor. Developed a charismatic attitude, a gang of thieves, and extraordinary skill with picking pockets.

Tena was, indeed, kicking literal and metaphorical arse. As per usual. With a mounted machine gun. She stopped firing and sat down, pulling her knees up against her chest and wrapping her arms around them, breathing deeply for a few moments. Iffina appeared on her arm, twirling around in a circle. “Hey,” Tena said quietly, “are you feeling okay? I haven’t heard you talk in a long time.” Longer than a long time, actually. She hadn’t heard Iffina speak in over sixteen years. There is something wrong with me, the spren said in Tena’s mind. I do not know what it is. “Maybe if you talk more, it’ll stop.” The truth was, Tena had only just realized that her spren hadn’t talked in forever. She wished that her spren was a dog, so that she could pet her and tell her that she loved her. That didn’t make any sense. “Remember when we stole that emerald and the guards were trying to catch me, but you slid me off the docks and into the sea? I miss that, maybe we could do something like that again.” I think that Edgedancers are supposed to save lives. That’s our purpose. We are an Edgedancer, together, and we must save lives. Maybe that’s why I can’t usually talk. Because you are always killing instead of trying to save. You have the Surge of Progression for a reason. “Why haven’t my oaths broken so that I can’t use any Surges? I haven’t followed them as I should...” I can’t leave you, you’d go insane. So I stay, and cling to the remnants of the almost-broken Oaths. Many things are more clear, now. We should talk more, and you should follow your Oaths. Tena stood up, slowly, and ordered the Zosans to stop firing. They all stopped, giving her strange looks.

Wereci stood up on the roof and the wolf gave him an exasperated look. "What?" Wereci demanded indignantly. The wolf shook its head, as though Wereci was too hopeless to bother with. Grinning, Wereci took off at a sprint, leaping across rooftops until he spotted some prey. He waited impatiently for the wolf to arrive, which it did in a moment, trying once again to roll its eyes, and failing once again. Wereci leaped off the roof and landed smoothly, barely making any noise. The wolf did likewise, but made a clatter of claws when it landed. "You could give yourself retractable claws," Wereci whispered to his companion, but the wolf only tried again to roll its eyes. Wereci continued walking, but kept quiet as he followed the small pack of teenagers that was to be his prey. When they were in a suitable alley, Wereci yelled, "HAPPY HALLOW'S EVE, KIDDOS!" Most of the teenagers looked older than him, but none were nearly so tall. Several yelped, two screamed, and one shrieked in an almost ghoulish way. This last, dressed as Harley Quinn, whirled about first, her ponytails whipping through the air. The rest followed and the wolf leaped forward, snarling and growling at its scariest, and Wereci chucked a handful of candy at each face. While the teenagers tried to recover their flustered wits, Wereci took off down the alley, pushing past them, and disappeared into the night with the scarred black wolf.

Someone crouched on a rooftop. "Huh," Wereci said, looking down on the newly-released Jack-O-Mancers. He raised his voice considerably, then shouted, "Y'all look like a starved ghouls with gourds for brains!" He snickered to himself at his own joke, having no reservations about that sort of thing, and ran his hand through his blond hair. He snapped his fingers as he realized something, then took his pack off and opened it, pulling out a large bundle of gray fabric and a silver Sharpie. He took the cap off of the Sharpie and drew a bunch of lines on his arms, then unraveled his mistcloak and put it on. He stood up and spread his arms. "Fear me," he yelled at the creatures below, "for I am Kelsier, Survivor of Hathsin, Lord of the Mists! I also have a religion about me! It's pretty great!" He quieted down, mumbling to himself, "Now, if I only had Mistborn powers or something. That would be helpful." He patted the large, scarred wolf at his side, and it snarled at him. "What do you think?" Wereci asked his friend, twirling about so the wolf could make a decision. "I think I make a fine Kelsier, personally." The wolf tried to roll its eyes, realized that that was more difficult as a canine, then settled for growling at Wereci. Wereci grinned. "Thanks! You are such a supportive friend." The wolf's black fur gave it excellent camouflage, but its eyes gave it away as it tried to bite his leg. Wereci leaped nimbly away, grinning wider. "You know, if you got less bothered by these sorts of things, you'd get teased less." The wolf lay down, trying unsuccessfully to mutter to itself. "You'd think that after all those thousands of years you'd learn! But I guess not. Good for me, I suppose." Wereci sat down on the edge of the roof, hanging his legs over the roof's edge and wishing that these uncivilized people had a Demon's Night. Life's always more fun when you get to go around scaring people, Wereci thought.

I think it's either Wayne or Lopen, for me.

Fang jumped away, sat down, and refused to fight someone who was obviously feeling contrary.

Fang rolled over onto his stomach and lolled his tongue out at Kane, then flipped upright and Steelpushed himself at incredible speeds at Kane's chest, Compounding steel SO MUCH IT WOULD LITERALLY DEFY THE LAWS OF PHYSICS FOR KANE TO DODGE. Spirit-Brother formed as a huge sword in Fang's mouth, and he stabbed it towards Kane's leg, WHICH SENTINEL ARMOR DOES NOT COVER.