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Pretty good, Ene. How about you? Very important question: does your version of Monopoly still have the iron and the thimble?
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Someone has probably already made this call, so sorry if it's a repetition. And it's blue too! The similarities are uncanny. Coincidence @RayOfSunshine ?
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Good morning @RayOfSunshine!
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The Longest Thread (Misadventures)
Silva replied to ElephantEarwax's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
and decided to be called TenToday. -
The Longest Thread (Misadventures)
Silva replied to ElephantEarwax's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
Everyone was a larger fellow with bright green hair. -
After Alask and Lena returned, Eve had gone back to the other area where they'd talked with the Haunt. She'd picked up the book she'd been reading before Mart woke up, to distract herself. There was nothing to do when the city was under attack. At some point she must have drifted off, sitting on the floor, back to a wall, book in hand. The sound of dishes being cleaned brought her back to consciousness. The lapse startled her; falling asleep around people she barely knew was something trusting people did. Years of walls built up by tragedy were going down. She was changing and she wasn't sure if she liked it. Mart was sitting on a matress. His bear's arm was reattached--Lena probably had sewn it on, she supposed. She watched the way he looked at them all, expecting them to vanish at any moment. Then she turned her eyes back to the window. Downtown wasn't looking any better. If anything it looked worse from the sliver she saw. She sighed. Another battle of one overly powerful force against another. Tragic sacrifices and deaths to destroy evil. The most common cause of civilian death. And there was actually no way to stop this. No crazy Phoenix ideas to try and help. History in the making, she thought sarcastically. How great.
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Hey, Ark. You seem to have made it to 10 days. Thanks for quoting me a few weeks ago.
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"Maybe," she said. Her tone was light, even if she had a feeling the Haunt wouldn't be content with an inanimate object. Eve picked up an empty shell and filled it up the best she could, generous with the cheese. "What kind of animal do you think is his favorite?" Taco filled, she handed it to Mart.
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Hm..right. So, I leave Tuesday morning and tomorrow I need to stop procrastinating and be productive with my time, meaning there isn't any other for sure time I'll be on the Shard for a while.
Before that, though, I do need to get some things said for Alleyverse characters.
Eiran and Freedom are taken care of. Eiran's doing some unspecified stuff to help and Freedom we're just going to say is wherever the most living citizens of Alleycity are. After most things are cleared up, Eiran is going to Newcago for a bit and Freedom is going to vanish. I'll figure out more explanation for both afterwards.
Eve, however, is not at a vanishing point. Sorana, if you and Itiah could just treat her as an NPC, that would be great. Maybe she can even fall asleep. Whatever works best. I'm really sorry to leave her like this...there just wasn't any way that made sense with her character to have her leave.
That should be it. I'll probably appear sometime tomorrow, but it's not a guarantee.
If I don't, then, see you all in a month and I'll miss you!
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Eve glanced at the table. There still was some food left. She hadn't even noticed till then. "Sure," she said, getting up. "Any preference in proportions of what goes in?" She felt the outline of the note in her pocket as a hand brushed the fabric. Its presence was a reminder that not everything was settled yet. How did one help something invisible and basically intangible? Was it even possible to get the Haunt what he wanted?
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The Longest Thread (Misadventures)
Silva replied to ElephantEarwax's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
No one bad drowned though. -
The Longest Thread (Misadventures)
Silva replied to ElephantEarwax's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
Yet he still kept smiling. -
The army would attack in the end. He'd hoped to avoid it. Tried to avoid it and veer off to a different course. It was possible that course didn't even exist though. Maybe the attack and destruction had been inevitable. He'd never know, though. He only saw the bad. And what was coming was pretty bad. Especially if the tunnels were breached. Most of the opening weren't secured shut yet since evacuation continued. The area closest to the invaders ought to have been completed by then, he was pretty sure. Either way they'd need to confirm that. "I'll see about getting some support," he said to Althea. "But I do need to go." Eiran paused. "When all this is over, I look forward to coming up with methods with your guilds to prevent a repeat of this." Then he turned, walked to the roof exit, and started down the stairs. He'd get underground by the nearest tunnel entrance and head straight to report what had happened. For a multitude of reasons he couldn't stay up there. First, the tunnel entrances needed to get secured shut. Second, a rooftop was a dangerous place to be. Third, he couldn't stay. To be around people who were about to go and do harm. It didn't matter they were fighting abominations that had no feelings or much sentience. They were alive. That was what mattered. Eiran couldn't help stop the invasion because of that. He couldn't injure or pain them even if he knew how. Fourth, he worked best in the background, despite how often he'd stepped into the foreground during the events cause by PlasmaCore. He needed to get back behind the scenes. He was the guy who dealt with paperwork, not a warrior.
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"Maybe when it all settles down," she said to Mart. Eve stood up from the floor and moved over to a table. On a scrap of paper she wrote something down quickly then stuck it in a pocket. Find something for Haunt. It was likely he hadn't left yet and seeing a visible effort to remember might be a good thing. Then she walked back over to Mart and sat down. Dust still remained on his bear from when the Haunt had passed his hand through it. She left it there. @Sorana
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As a person who has tried contacts, I can assure you that glasses have many advantages. First off, you're not as exposed. Things thrown at your eyes are deflected before they hit you. Secondly, do you know how many things could grow on a contact lens and harm your eye? There are lots of things that can go wrong. Eyes were not designed to be poked. There is a reason you blink when anything comes too close. Thirdly, less hassle. Glasses you can just put on your face. Contacts take washing hands, dealing with solution...and then you can't even fall asleep because your eyes need to breathe! Fourthly, your eyes need to have access to oxygen. Contacts prevent that. And sure, they make them so it won't be as harmful, but you still can't sleep in them. If that's not a sign of something bad being narrowly avoided, I don't know what is. Fifthly, astigmatism. Contacts don't help with that, unless they're toric and even then can't solve the issue perfectly because of how they work. They don't offer perfect vision for all. Sixthly, and finally, I don't know about anyone else, but I love my blurry vision. That might seem strange, but it's true. I like seeing the world a way that probably no one else does.Wearing contacts...that's like saying I didn't want anyone to know about that--hiding the fact that I don't see the world in the same boring way people with "better" vision do. My fuzziness is different from your fuzziness and you'll never get to experience it exactly the same way. *looks Truthless in the eye right back, flaunting her glasses*
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Shallan and Adolin: General Shard related:
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"Our top priority is citizen safety. Forces not helping evacuate will assist wherever necessary," he said. Technically, he had no confirmation of that from superiors, but it was standard protocol. Safety first, solutions later.
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Eve made no response. There was no answer. No good permanent solution. He could stay with them, but they were human. They'd grow up, grow older, move on. The Haunt knew that, she knew. She stood up and walked over to the window. For a moment she thought she saw Lena. Lena. And Alask. Rusts. They hadn't been there the entire time. They wouldn't realize not to fear the Haunt. Sure, they'd talked about him a little earlier, but he'd also hurt Lena... "Lena and Alask could show up at any time. The PlasmaCore building is gone. What are we going to tell them?" she asked to Mart and to the Haunt.
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Eiran understood Max's hesitance to share with this stranger that he had in fact controlled the Phoenix. He himself was also reluctant to let others know what he could do. Then again, he also understood the woman's perspective. She just wanted information. "It wants to conquer the city. That's the most important thing at the moment. None of us want someone random coming in and trying to take over," Eiran said. "Eiran Sullivan, TUBAist," he introduced himself.
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The Longest Thread (Misadventures)
Silva replied to ElephantEarwax's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
King of all sentient fluffballs, that is. -
The Longest Thread (Misadventures)
Silva replied to ElephantEarwax's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
His will wasn't strong enough, fortunately. -
"You know why I stayed here with Mart, Tars?" she said softly. His name felt strange in her mouth. "Because I didn't want him to be alone. We may not have ever been alone the same way as you have, but we have been alone. It doesn't take hundreds of years to get a taste of how it feels." She let go of Mart, he seemed okay to be by himself for the moment, and moved next to the Haunt. "But that doesn't mean it always stays that way. Look at yourself now. At this moment you are not alone. You are not being ignored. You are being seen." Eve paused, trying to formulate the right words. "Life isn't static unless you make it. Things change. "I've hated the world. Wondered why it seemed rigged against me. And, sure, I've got a prejudice or two. But sometimes what I thought was opening my eyes was actually shutting them. No one likes change and you're probably going to be hesitant to believe this--not everyone is cruel. "Remember when we met in that PlasmaCore building? It's gone now, burnt down to the ground," she pointed to the flaming point on the horizon outside of the window. "You told me you were forced to watch. I told you it was better to watch than to be dead and not able to watch. You didn't understand what I meant the first time I said it. Maybe that's because I didn't quite understand what it really meant then either. "To be alive doesn't require a physical body. It doesn't require being seen. It means to be sentient. And so long as you are sentient and able to watch, you are alive and able to change. Haunt, you've been alone for longer than Mart or I can possibly imagine, but you don't need to stay that way. "Don't you understand?" Any hostility was gone from her eyes. Despite her hatred of Investiture, the Haunt, or Tars Landen as he said his name was, had slowly wormed his way into her ever since their first meeting. She might disagree with much of what he did, but it didn't mean she didn't believe she understood him to an extent.
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The Alleystorm affected Eiran in a different way than most. He felt the boost in his ability, but fought it back. During his first Alleystorm he'd tapped into it. He'd seen not just the bad possibilities, as well also the good. He'd been able to go far, farther than he'd ever gone before. But he knew he shouldn't. One person didn't have the right to know everything that would happen. One person shouldn't have that power. This time, more than ever before, he felt something big. He wasn't sure what, only that it was unexpected. Eiran still restrained himself from looking and investigating deeper. He didn't want to know of an unstoppable evil coming their way. One thing slipped through his mental barrier though. He could only prevent his controlled visions, not the uncontrollable ones. An image of him, back in Newcago, checking something frantically. Instinctively he searched for a calendar, but found none. Whatever this future was, he wasn't going to know it until it happened. It worried him though for some reason. Even though there were nearer more dangerous threats, seeing himself rattled unnerved him. He'd have to look into it more later. For now, he watched the Ghostbloods on the roof with him. He looked into just the poor futures. The ones he'd have been able to see even without the storm. Things had changed. The Phoenix weren't headed to Ajax. Instead it was to go to outside of the city. It was too bad. That would have solved some problems later on. Eiran wouldn't do anything though. He had no right. The man was already doing all he could and even that made him uneasy, despite not being the sole cause of it. He grimaced, trying not to fall into the waves of possibilities. Distraction. That's what he needed. "How do you think this is going to end?" he asked Tels. Eiran kept his voice soft so as to not disturb the others. @Truthless of Shinovar
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The Haunt's story was different than she'd thought it would be. Eve had assumed things that were false. He'd lost people as well, ice to her fire, but from there most similarities faded. Except for trying to help others not suffer the same fate. That was identical. Eve kept her arms around Mart. "He can't say if he likes it or not because that story isn't over," she told the Haunt. "It doesn't end there." Her gaze was as cold as his to Mart. If there were one thing that could be considered her special ability beyond horrid luck, it would have been looks. "Because then that man learnt to communicate once more. Except he didn't know what to do with himself. Too much time had passed and he lost sight of the person he'd once been. Desperate, he would do whatever he could to get attention. To be seen. "But what he didn't realize was that that wasn't the way to go about things. That suffocating numerous people in a cloud of fog he used to grow large and apparent was wrong. That scarring a mother in front of her child so she'd remember him was cruel. That showing up to a teenage girl and the child while chaos reigned in the city in order to try and intimidate them wasn't right either." Eve paused and looked to Mart. "And that brings us up to the present. Right at a climax of the story."
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After exiting the PlasmaCore building, Freedom had snuck off away from Wes, Mike, and Seom. There was no reason for her to stay with them and she knew Pry would be frantic. She slipped down the nearest tunnel entrance she knew of--having a former TUBAist related to you had its perks--and tried to find her way back to her sister. The tunnels were vast though and Freedom determined it better to just stay still for a bit. Then the Alleystorm hit. Below ground, the physical effects were less prominent, but the Investiture...Lusk hadn't been exaggerating. It was overwhelming to the point she stopped storing to try and decrease the feeling. Not that that did much. So instead, she stayed seated on the ground, waiting it out. People walked passed her, probably assuming she was just another terrified citizen worrying about afterwards. She was worried, just not for the reasons they might have assumed. Freedom just hoped that her previous luck wouldn't carry and that the tunnels wouldn't end up in flames too.
