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She looked at Alask. "It's Lin actually. Or Eve. Either works," she said, turning back to the creature being held back by air. "I came here because farther into the city it's even worse. There's a mist and a man, well not quite a man, a spren of sorts called the Haunt that's killing civilians. And I..." she cut off. "Anyways, if this is happening here, it's probably happening there too even worse. Earlier someone talked to be about PlasmaCore being trouble and it's very likely this is a product of theirs." @I think I am here. Her eyes moved to the man who'd burnt away the creature's hand. Epic. She tried to wipe the grimace from her face. "You," she said. "Destroy it." A short sixteen year old girl telling someone to do something typically wouldn't be a menacing sight, but most girls weren't Eve. Most girls weren't glaring at you with cold dark eyes containing a sole ring of ice in a way that made most people feel like dirt. @Vargo Seldon --- Outside a patch of earth wiggled, then lifted up. From beneath a man climbed out of the hole. "Come on down!" he shouted amongst the chaos. "We've got protection down here, along with food, water, and shelter!" He didn't mention he was from TUBA as people came towards him. He was aware of the anti-guild sentiment many held, for good reason. Hopefully this act of TUBA would help weaken it. Last time they'd left the civilians as a less important priority. They weren't going to make that mistake again.
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If you want to be confused-ish, I'll send you the full story.
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Eve opened her eyes to see a thing entering the room. Without even taking the time to fully register where she was, she pulled a throwing star out of her boot and threw it at the creature. At the moment, she was across the room, but there was no way to tell how quickly it could move. First instinct of defence satisfied, she let herself look around. There were four others there. Alask Ao and a woman she recognized from the PlasmaCore building, along with two others. PlasmaCore. The Haunt. The fog. And now this thing. Storms. She took a moment to stand up, ignoring the ache in her legs. Another throwing star ready in hand, she turned to the others. "Do you know if there are more of these elsewhere?" Eve asked. Her eyes were glued on the creature.
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Eiran looked down at the text and considered the next course of action. The issue with his ability is that he could only see the dangerous courses of action that failed. Meaning, a whole lot of death scenarios at the moment. Death by frying pan, death by trampling, death by suffocation. A lot of death. And other people's deaths too. Deteca, Tena, that kid who'd gotten everyone to quiet down. He just needed to remember that for every bad ending there were good ones too. He just couldn't see them. "You got the message," he said to those around him. "Let's get going."
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Thanks! I'm more of a waffle person anyways *considers making a comment about Bing's most searched word being Google, but mostly restrains herself* Thank you! That question is actually a bigger one than it was intended to be, so for the sake of less confusion, yesterday was in fact my birthday. And thank you! Thanks. Now to make it through finals...
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His phone vibrated. That was quick, even for Deteca. Reading the directions, he groaned inwardly. He hated getting people's attention. "Can I have you attention please?" he asked. No one looked at him besides for a little kid. "The guy wants everybody's attention!" the kid yelled. "Everybody stop staring at the monster stuff and listen to Mister..." The kid trailed off, not recognizing Eiran. "Sullivan. Eiran Sullivan," he said. All eyes were on him then. Great. "As most likely is apparent from the view outside, Alleycity is under attack. At the moment, we are unclear from whom the threat at hand is from. Nevertheless, as TUBAists, it isn't our way to ignore those in need." At least, he hoped he'd interpreted this part of Deteca's message correctly. "Because of this, we, along with other TUBAists in the city, are going to go into the tunnels and use them both for quick travel and as a safe protected haven for citizens who live aboveground. Understood?" He recieved some nods, then people started filing out of the room. Part one, success. The kid finally left, leaving Eiran alone. He made his way to the front of the building and tapped in the code. Five ones in a row. After this was over, he'd have to talk to her about changing that to something a little more complex. "Confirmation code required in order to [REDACTED]," the security system told him. "[REDACTED]," he said. That at least was a decent code. "Initiating [REDACTED] upon your exit." "Thanks," he said. It was typically a stupid idea to thank a security system, but in the past, this one had spontaneously shown sass to rude people. Never hurt to be extra careful. Eiran left the room and headed down the hallway to Deteca's office. It was unlocked, thankfully. The tablet was where she'd said it was. He took it and made his way to the nearest tunnel entrance. At this point, the hallways were empty. It turned out that even TUBAists could be efficient if they felt like it, he supposed. Once below ground, he pulled out the tablet and typed in the password. Then, he pressed enter, unsure of what was supposed to happen.
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Eiran stepped out of the elevator that had brought him to ground level. He walked over to a mostly empty table in the bakery. An arm belonging to a creature resembling the one he'd seen earlier crashed through the window holding a frying pan. Then the window reverted back to normal and the creature disappeared. It wasn't what was happening, he realized, it was about to happen. "Get down!" he shouted to the other TUBAists and citizens there. A portal, vortex-like thing, appeared in the street outside. Eiran hurried over to a panel in the wall and quickly tapped in some codes. "How would you rate this danger?" the calm voice of the security system asked him. "Acorn squash yellow. Repeat, we are about to have a code acorn squash in the city, if it hasn't begun already," he told it. "Understand," it said. "Proceeding security procedures." The telltale signs of protections began to spark into being. The creature he'd seen in his vision bashed its frying pan into the window, only to be repelled by a stack of years old stale burnt pancakes hurtling at it. Eiran loved TUBA's recycling policy. He picked up his phone. Sorry to bother you again, Deteca, but some creatures like the one from before appeared with frying pans. Security seems to be working, though the situation does meet acorn squash yellow qualifications. Should we send out people to get citizens into the old tunnels for safety or wait before acting? @AonEne
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The Longest Thread (Misadventures)
Silva replied to ElephantEarwax's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
Silva notes that TLT doesn't have to be solely plot or solely like page 160. There is a healthy balance zone in the middle. Then she vanishes yet again, not wanting to get too involved. -
The Longest Thread (Misadventures)
Silva replied to ElephantEarwax's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
TLT had an actual story now? And standard characters beyond Butt and Tom? Silva shook her head. The thread had grown much since her days as a regular commenting Narrator. She hoped that the element of spontanuity still remained. -
Building off Wyndlerunner: Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? How far will you go? Can you feel the love tonight?
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Having a Bad Day?: Get 'yer Hugs here!!
Silva replied to Curious Anamaximder's topic in General Discussion
*sighs* Things like to line up in the same small strip of time. That's just life, but it doesn't make it any less stressful or annoying. Mini list below of two such items involved this time: The positive is that the school year is almost over and summer isn't all that far away. -
Eve remained unconscious, however temporarily. Staying asleep wasn't something she did well, and even then her breathing wasn't steady or slow.
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Aderet decided not to respond to Lizanne's comment. It wouldn't accomplish anything and there was no way she'd go alone. Ever. What did they think she was, disposable? Instead she did her best to slip back into the background.
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Out of breath, dehydrated, and stressed, Eve made her way through the groups of people. There were more than she’d anticipate the area having typically, though then again, nothing about the situation mid-city was typical, why should here be any different? The door was open a crack, but she knocked quickly anyways. Exhausted from the run, Eve let herself sink down onto the doorstep. Hopefully someone had heard her knock. Hopefully they’d come soon. Her mind flashed through dozens of possibilities of what she would say to them. Different tactics or emphasis. Something, anything to get help. Not even help. She didn’t even know at this point... Then, due to the exertion of getting there, she lost consciousness, body slumping against the doorpost, resembling just another un-Invested citizen looking for a place to rest.
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He’s intangible and doesn’t seem to get weaker the larger he gets. Yet he can still kill. Her hair fell in her face. She didn’t push it back. There was no point. There wasn’t a solution. More screams cut through her ears. Eve winced. Wall against her back, concrete beneath her, wind whistling past. Why? Why did she get like this so easily? Because I’m not Light. Because I’m a planner. Not a doer. But this was a time requiring planning. Why couldn’t she even put something that simple together? Because I prevent before. I don’t stop in the moment. Eve pulled her knees closer against her chest. She mentally felt in a state requiring tears. Yet none came. Why? Why was this time any different from the others? Here she was, having found a family once more out of the citizens. It was being destroyed yet again. How was it any different. Because you’re HERE, Eve. For once you aren’t arriving after the fact. With the Doves she hadn’t been home. Same with the Yins. A year ago by the Tacets she’d been there though. In that regard it wasn’t different. And in that time she’d frozen and fled. Just like this. Except there’s another difference. You aren’t alone. Light. Storming Light. Her anger at her silence dissipated. She hadn’t left Eve alone with with nothing. There was one place where she knew she had a connection because of Light’s insistence. A small one, but it existed. The Forge. She took one last glance at the Haunt's retreating figure then took off running again.
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It appeared that her question about a native people the previous day hadn't been so off. Of course, her intention had been out of fear of danger, while Hellbent's had been out of...she shook her head away from thoughts of that cannibalistic murderer. He didn't deserve to be dwelled on. Instead, she let herself focus on the immediate situation. "Lizanne," she said. "I'm all for staying in a group together, but for all we know they're cannibalistic. Or worse. We should send one person, not anyone threatening looking, first. Like the...Vütenhaller again," she finished, using Wilhelm's metaphor from the day before.
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The character drawings alone might be enough to get me to start reading the Scadrial thread again. -
I look over at BoS. Is she meaning that as a serious question? Knowing her, probably. I hide in a nearby corner, savoring my temporary win in tLPW.
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Her footsteps pounded against the ground, one step at a time. The tops of her boots flopped back and forth, wapping her legs on each pass. Next time you're chasing a giant fog being, you're wearing gym shoes, Eve. she told herself. What did she know? She knew he called himself the Haunt. She knew he was normally invisible. But that was about it. Eve stopped running, out of breath, and let herself lean on a building. What did she know? What had he said? She'd asked who'd cursed him. He'd said...the spren that lives in the valley. Spren. Roshar. Narrowed down to a planet of where he'd once been. Really helped there. There's something more. she thought. Something bigger... She rewound the conversation back in her head. He'd asked her who taught her to watch. She hadn't answered. Then he'd told her... What had he storming told her?! Her eyes traveled down the empty street, falling on an old newspaper stand. The fog papers there were water damaged with ink that had run. She'd learnt to read on one of those. Taught herself... Taught herself...no one taught her... No one taught me to watch. I was forced to. For three hundred years. Three hundred years. Spren in the valley. Something else popped into her head. The last second to last thing he'd said to her. “Death...” he'd paused. “Is not good. “But being immortal, but also being invisible, untouchable, unhearable? It does things to you. I can speak now, but the damage has already been done.” Rusts. Eve slid down the wall to sit like she had back in the PlasmaCore building, what felt like forever ago. The pieces had fallen into place in her head, and now, more than before, she had absolutely no idea as to what to do. A man cursed by Nightwatcher to be ignored for centuries finally had a chance to be noticed. And Eve Tacet-Yin-Dove needed to figure out how to get him away from the attention. Her luck most definitely was not improving.
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"Thank you," Light said, gratitude swelling through her. They were safe, that's what mattered. Stupid hormones. she thought, but gave Pietr a quick hug anyways. What good was teenagehood if you couldn't use it as an excuse? Someone coughed. She turned around to see Azrael. Light looked up at him, cautiously. However, there were no Acutes there. The only sign that the six owners of the voices had been there moments before were some childsized fingerprints trailing on the wall, close to the ground. In front of Crow stood a closed door. Through it, the sound of children frolicking could be heard.
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"No fair! You're cheating!" Dawn yelled. "Am not!" Brethren retorted. "Tapping is perfectly legal, right Free?" "It hasn't been made against the rules. Yet," Unity said. "Actually, it has been," Compile piped up. "as of two days ago. The Rules of Racing, Part 17, Article 4: The use of Investiture hereby disqualifies one from winning." "Why are we arguing over this?" Unity asked. "Because we're us. First one to the hangar wins!" Precious called. The sound of retreating footsteps carried down the hallway towards Crow. @ApatheticTeenager
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The Longest Thread (Misadventures)
Silva replied to ElephantEarwax's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
Reason 4.7689: They weren't sure how to count and included every decimal point out there, even 7.000000000000000009 and 5.23859487247934571. -
Having a Bad Day?: Get 'yer Hugs here!!
Silva replied to Curious Anamaximder's topic in General Discussion
It'll be okay. Like you told Zelly, just keep putting one step in front of the other. Things will get better. *hugs*
