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Freedom laughed. "You're wrong on that count. You've gotten better and better at it each time we've talked." She shifted back a few years. "Please don't say I'm a special case, because that's not true. I'm as insufferable as the rest of them, if not more so. At this rate, you might even be up to babysitting little Ghostblood children in a few years," she said jokingly. "Whether any other guild would trust you with their children is another story. "And while you'll have a complete set of ages, I'll still be here lacking any age with a mindset more aggressive than a fieldmouse. No apprentices surpassing their teachers here, so don't fret about that," Freedom said. Her tone remained light and in jest.
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Aderet ignored the other people there, preoccupied by the laborous task of preventing her dress from dragging on the floor. So much filth lay all over and coated the ground. A place like this tended not to have the nicest clientele, she figured. Dusk stood in a corner. She presumed the people with him made up his business partners. For a moment, she considered simply walking away. He needed to come to terms with all his deficiencies on his own. Though, she mulled, he'd told her where to go to continue giving him a guilt lecture. If that wasn't an invitation, nothing was. Aderet resolved to stay. She carefully made her way over, going around any warring masses in her path. Places like these invited all sorts of trouble. The fact anyone walked out of there alive without food poisoning amazed her. "Strange place to meet with business partners," she said to Dusk, tapping him lightly on the shoulder to get his attention. Then she moved away to a nearby table to leave him in peace till the end of his meeting. She understood the need to take care of quarrels in one's business.
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The self-righteousness the clerk emanated almost made Eve want to punch him. They might give out free meals, but only to those who came to them. They never went out to distribute. Everything revolved on the need to convert, convert, convert. Petty, really. She kept a pleasant expression on her face, though, nodding at appropriate moments. The focus on children bothered her as well. Where were they all from? Did they themselves choose this life or was the church indoctrinating helpless orphans? While what Alask said about them being the most selfless great guild might ring true, the bar to beat floated pretty low. Then again, they'd barely gotten a bat of an eyelash. Most places increased security measures by a ten-fold after attacks. Here, however, still seemed pretty lax. Eve smiled at the clerk. "That's a very kind offer, but we wouldn't want to cause unnecessary disturbance." Then she glanced at Alask and Lena. What she'd said hadn't completely nixed the offer in case they thought differently on the matter. Having a guide meant constant accompaniment which infringed upon the ability to go around without total supervision. It also could lessen any suspicion to have someone with them. It really was dependant upon what they wanted to prioritize more.
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Eve noticed how Alask watched Georgia-Grace. Unlike the other former member of the thieving group, this one he seemed to be more wary of. She wondered why and resolved to keep an eye on her as well. "Is approaching all together a good idea? I don't know how many visitors they tend to get at once, but a mishmash group of five like us would probably be out of the ordinary," Eve noted, mostly looking at Lena and Alask. Seeing the church in person was a weird feeling. A building so grand that most definitely had numerous resources being used solely to serve the two deities the members of the church believed in, Ruby and Weiss. How many Homeless could it house if it even tried? A hundred? A thousand? And what of all the wealth poured into building it in the first place? How many meals could that have bought? She scoffed internally. I'd bet that Ruby and Weiss, real or not, would much rather those resources be used for the greater good, not just their followers.
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The Longest Thread (Misadventures)
Silva replied to ElephantEarwax's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
A fancy suit walked in then, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. "Was someone talking about me?" -
Disguising was a delicate art that Eve had never spent much time trying to learn as she didn't really care about being recognized. She knew you had to balance between trying to hard not to be seen and trying too hard to be recognized as someone trying to be dismissed as a threat for being too obvious. There was also the matter of trying to look...average. Ordinary. Which meant nothing extraordinarily practical or impractical. It was all a science. Unfortunately, it wasn't one she was amazing at. Eve looked at the piles, quickly sorting the items by usefulness. Wigs were out--her hair was already in a different state than normal--as was most clothing--she wouldn't know where to even start. Anything beyond black required too much fashion sense to figure out. She knew not to wear green-ish blacks with more red-ish blacks, but colors were beyond her. Could purple go with yellow? Could green? Or orange? It was too complicated, while at the same time she knew something had to be different beyond her hair. Color was necessary to not look extremely suspicious. She sighed and pulled out a red scarf from a pile. It was bright. The color made her wince the first few times she looked at it. Eve wrapped it around her neck loosely. Then she pulled on the weaves of her braid a little to let out some frizz. Glancing in a mirror, she knew it had worked. She looked almost normal despite not changing much. A feeling of deja vu set over her. Someone else had looked like that before. Worn something eerily similar. Unwanted, a memory of her mother resurfaced. She'd had to go out. Probably for a meeting to raise more money for one of her charities. No. It wasn't a meeting, Eve remembered. It was a dry fall day. She was taking her to her friend's house for a playdate. There was not a cloud in sight. Only strong fire-stoking winds. On that day. Eve swallowed heavily, turned, and walked over to Lena by the door. It wouldn't do to dwell on the past. She was continuing her mother's legacy by helping the people of Alleycity, twelve years later. The Doves might have been gone, but they would never be forgotten.
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"I trust you on this," Eve said, gently handing the blue bag back to Lena. Based on what Alask had been told, it didn't seem like something she'd ever be willing to use. The other two she pocketed away. There was a slight bulge from where they sat in her jacket, but nothing too noticeable to anyone not looking for it. She glanced back at the table on a whim. Zyn was watching her through a mouthful of food. She avoided eye contact, looking at him only through peripheral vision. If Alask and Lena were fine with him, she would to. A staring contest would do no one any good, even if she knew she would win. Keeping her eyes fixated on a spot on the ceiling, she braided her hair back. It was by no means perfect while at the same time did exactly the job she needed it to--preventing most hair from falling in her face like usual. "I'll see you later, Mart," she told the boy, smiling. "Try not to cause too much trouble while we're out."
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The Longest Thread (Misadventures)
Silva replied to ElephantEarwax's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
Until they saw a mudkip and realized the adorableness of mudkips. -
Monty Python, anyone? SDW:
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The Longest Thread (Misadventures)
Silva replied to ElephantEarwax's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
That surviving mudkip was @BitBitio who hadn't been among the rising mudkip empire due to 9 days of inactivity. -
The Longest Thread (Misadventures)
Silva replied to ElephantEarwax's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
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He was either lying or simply trying very hard not to acknowledge the truth. When he'd explained extrapolation to her six months ago, he'd tapped to teenagehood. It wasn't absolute proof, but proof enough for Freedom. Besides, he was a Councilman part of the Ghostblood Triarchy. That was as close to running the world an ordinary person could get on this world. Hence, former nerd. She didn't press there any more, instead choosing to answer the question. "Yep." Tapping down to around seven, she watched the table grow slightly taller. "'Little me' has no fears, but still acts like a copycat." Freedom stopped tapping, reverting to her natural age. Her forehead throbbed and body ached. She winced despite her attempts to ignore it. "'Normal me' is a paranoid mess yet logical at the same time." She quickly stored away a few years to where she'd been before, pain fading away. "'Older me's are constantly changing, though, typically, the older, the more safety conscious. Which is nice and annoying at the same time. There's not much variety. "So, really, it's less advice, and more different perspectives. It's a one person committee on every topic," Freedom said. "You do the same or something similar?"
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Freedom ate the spike-checked strawberry. "Some adults don't drink." "Anyways, my sister would disagree with your disagreeance." She didn't specify which one immediately, nor was she aware if he even knew she had more than one. "Getting picked on has only caused her to not accomplish all she could've otherwise." "Maybe you were a different type of nerd, though," she said, discarding the strawberry's leafy top. "Compile is one-of-a-kind." She smiled. "And she's not even an Atium Ferring." She paused. "But we're not going to get anywhere on this train of thought."
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"I'm sure he'll love it. Any acknowledgement helps him," she told Mart, smiling. "But we might have to wait a bit to get it to him, depending on what your mother is planning. I'll look forward to hearing it." The thought of the Haunt did dampen her mood, though. It was a continuous weight on her shoulders. How do you help an intangible, invisible person be seen? There was an answer, she knew, it just eluded her endlessly. Eve turned to Lena. "Sure. Which one? Whiterose?" All of the other great guilds would be too powerful, especially if something went wrong, and the Church was newer. Logically, it made sense that that would have been what Lena and Alask had deduced. "Scouting there shouldn't be too difficult. All we'd need is realistic seeming feigned interest in the religion. It also gives a pretense for future visits." Deception of priests was low, but religion didn't feed or shelter most. It was the usual weighing of importance in morality. At the end of the day, the ends tended to justify the means. Besides, it wasn't as though they were trying to mess with them by impersonating their gods. They likely had more resources than they knew what to do with.
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It always felt the same. The nervous butterflies in her stomach every time she stood right outside the door. She knew it was illogical. There was no reason to be nervous. Yet it never failed to happen, no matter how many times she tried to stop it. She understood it, though. Despite all that had happened, she knew that a part of her expected to find them all on the floor dead one day, just like the previous three times. Eve pushed open the door and stepped inside quietly. Alask and Lena were sitting and eating dinner. There was another man there that she didn't recognize. She watched him for a few moments before completely entering and softly shutting the door behind her. On the way over she'd picked up some food and ate, so she didn't head over to join them. Instead, she walked over to Mart. The boy was busy doing his homework and she tried not to disturb him too much as she took a seat next to him.
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I wake to a fly landing on my nose. "Seriously?" I mutter. "How did I manage to fall asleep despite all this action?" I shrug to myself and turn my direction back to the screen, picking up some popcorn. @AonEne
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"Maybe it's also because they're told it's impossible," she said. "If logic says you can't survive, you won't." Freedom shrugged. "You're right, though. Pacifism doesn't stop problems. It only makes it harder to deal with them." If they hadn't been so opposed to violence, they might have been able to stand up to Hellbent. Then again, he had been so powerful it probably would have ended with them all dead. "Though, I don't think it's the pacifists the crazy scientists have problems with. It's the ones who just don't want to get skewered." "But I'm not beating up nerds. That's just wrong and it wouldn't help my already poor case." She picked up another strawberry and absentmindedly began checking it for spikes. "They've got to use their brains to run the world intelligently someday and they won't be doing that if everyone picks on them. Or if they lose too many brain cells." She looked up from it. "You convinced me that learning to fight was important the first time we met, though, so even if the universe has yet to throw many dangerous situations at me since, nothing's changed. We're still mostly on the same page. Freedom glanced at his glass of wine. "Except when it comes to drinking."
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I'm not really planning to get too involved here, but to answer Ene's question... It's the same reason why anyone doesn't want to join together. Fear. If everyone is congregated in one spot, they're more exposed and can't pick up and run. Especially with much higher power levels. The Uninvested have reason to be afraid. One Invested can decide they want to be in charge and make them suffer. A city can't exist without ordinary citizens. Until enough Uninvested can be convinced to settle down, no long-lasting city can be established due to lack of consistency. Also, you're assuming that the people know there's a plan to build a city. That would require reliable systems of communication. I'm not imagining organized settlements of any sort. People might be scattered all over. How would you contact them and propose the idea? What would a city offer them that isn't better than they already have? Then, think of the people on the AlleyPlanet. Sure, some are natives, but there probably are also immigrants. The immigrants might be coming to escape lifestyles of laws and governments reigning over them. These immigrants also are coming from other planets, bringing in different forms of Investiture. They're strangers. The natives wouldn't jump at the chance to create a shared settlement. Though, maybe there aren't many immigrants. If there's no organized settlement, word might not be widely out there about the AlleyPlanet. Which goes back to my first points. The DA created the planet, no? These people are most likely aware of that and afraid of doing anything drastic. For all they know, they might be wiped out of existence if they join together. Hence, guilds. I know, I know, you want to avoid getting to into guild politics, but it would be a natural result to split into factions over something like this. Unwittingly, the guilds would lead to forming more connections and the eventual unity, even if the early guilds die off soon afterwards. Or, I'm totally off here due to a brain too full of American history. Tl;dr: "The DA created the planet, no? These people are most likely aware of that and afraid of doing anything drastic. For all they know, they might be wiped out of existence if they join together."
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I didn't find any completely new ones, but here are some more parts of 63 that were cut off. 63.1. Their clothing needs less fabric. Also cheaper. 63.7. They can use shorter beds, too. Tall people kill more trees. There were a few more that I spotted--the Librarians stuck them on the top shelf, out of reach, though!!! And they weren't even considerate enough to leave a step-stool nearby!
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@AonEne and @Invocation, @Rushu42, @xinoehp512 since they technically are in charge this round. I sit at home, watching the start of the Games. To my left is a bowl of popcorn in order to fulfill my motto: "Always be prepared." You never know when you might want to throw some at the screen.
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My rank finally calls me Scadrian and a waffle cook. What more could a person want out of life?
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I'll sponsor you, @AonEne, despite your poor odds. Try not to die.
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Yay! I actually have something for this. Odd Job Tavern: Credit to Itiah for Lusk Uwik and quote (sorry for making him much shorter than proportionally accurate) and to Ark for the Waiter (he's the silhuoette lying on the floor, in case you didn't immediately identify the black blob ).
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She sighed. "And why are you hiring mercenaries? You're hiring mercenaries because you didn't think through the consequences of your actions before doing." Aderet burned cadmium. The bubble intentionally only surrounded her, with a conversion of one second for her to twenty seconds outside of it. After a few moments she dropped it, hoping the point sank in for once. It probably hadn't, unfortunately. Dusk was pretty stubborn. It was a good thing cadmium burned slowly. She had a feeling she'd be needing it. "Also, I told you. I am helping. Just not in the way you think you need help." She smiled. "Does your important work you need to get to also involve negative outcomes you haven't taken the time to consider yet?
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It's actually kind of a tempting prospect, excluding the whole existential crises thing...
