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  1. Silva
    Well...I checked your display name history. It's been uppercase only since Ookla season. And while I'm here: *wins*
  2. Silva
    Commoners carried around a lot everywhere they went. Aderet hadn’t realized how much the others would just have on their persons. “I have...a couple dozen hairpins of different varieties,” she said. “A small bottle of perfume and clear adhesive polish.” For small stocking runs. “And some cadmium,” she added quickly. Her Allomancy wasn’t something she liked bringing attention too; her father said it wasn’t a becoming trait in a woman. “That’s about all I thought practical to bring along.” She didn’t mention the will, identification card, or small pen in her safepouch. They didn’t need to know about them.
  3. Silva
    Not a great idea for creatures made of bread. The wax lodged into their...
  4. Silva
    Welcome to the Shard! A word of warning: people may offer you baked goods. Unless they identify as TUBAists, decline their offers as their goods contain Hemalurgic spikes. Anyways, which order of Knights Radiant do you think you'd be?
  5. Silva
    Granted. From now on your nickname is Hoid. @whattheHoid isn't so happy about it though. I wish for the intro threads to be free from DA denizens offering baked goods for a day.
  6. Silva
    Silva continues to eat her pancakes(?) from many pages back, oblivious to anything that has happened.
  7. Silva
    But it didn't.
  8. Silva
    Someplace else. A different world. It was a scary thought. Terrifying even. Aderet absentmindedly rubbed the rough edge of her broken nail. She felt like crying - she was Harmony only knew how far from home with nothing but a couple bottles of Cadmium. But tears wouldn't help. All they'd do is waste water. She sighed, after all, she'd embraced the fact she was going to die earlier. Why was her nerve buckling with the slightest bits of hope now? There was no reason. Fine. She was dead-weight to the others, but they didn't know that for sure yet and she wasn't going tell them straight out. Aderet turned to the man with an eyepatch from earlier. "Or maybe," she said, "we should take stock of exactly what we have here and now before we get distracted by whatever is out there. Rusts, half of us still don't even know one another's names." She hadn't intended to let profanity slip out - it had become part of the sentence without her even noticing.
  9. Silva
    Have some memes.
  10. Silva
    How long did it take you to type all this up?
  11. Silva
    YKYASF when you check the iron content on Nutrition Facts labels to see how much you could be burning. I read his book in the same world for YA. It wasn't that great and the plot was predictable from the first chapter. A friend of mine is in the middle of Game of Thrones. He seems to regard it as crem de la crem fantasy, but then again, he's yet to read Sanderson (pushing it off indefinitely until he finally finishes Game of Thrones).
  12. Silva
    Every skin tone but one, the breadmunks.
  13. Silva
    The makeup industry didn't know what to do.
  14. Silva
    "By whom?" she asked. It was easier to talk now that the focus was off of herself. "And why?"
  15. Silva
    How much for the chasmfiend?
  16. Silva
    She didn't respond, instead letting her gaze answer the question.
  17. Silva
    "I don't know." But she did. She watched because she knew she couldn't trust them. She watched because she wanted to stop them before they could cause others to suffer like she had. She watched because you were supposed to keep your enemies closer than your friends. Because that's what they were to an extent. Her enemies. Eve slid down the wall to sit on the floor and let out a sigh of her own. "I watch...because that's what they taught me to do."
  18. Silva
    You're right. *gains some smugness*
  19. Silva
    Huh. You know, the lefty versions are so much better. Even the color is less obnoxious.
  20. Silva
    Aderet blinked her eyes open and sat up. Some of the others were already standing and some appeared to be injured. Nothing hurt, but she inspected herself anyways. Her hair was a mess, dress covered in debris - otherwise everything appeared to be okay. Except for...her index finger. The nail had torn. Making sure no one was watching, she carefully broke it off. The ragged edge got caught in her hair as she stood up. "I knew I should have brought a nail file," she muttered to herself.
  21. Silva
    Her eyes followed the dust before settling back on the people in the room. For the time being, whatever the voice was didn't seem to be threatening. Merely...curious. She still was the slightest bit on edge though, just not as much as normal. "Why do you watch?"
  22. Silva
    "I like watching people too," someone whispered. Eve looked around to try to identify where the voice was coming from. Except there was no one in close proximity. It's the stress. she thought. You're imagining it. "But maybe for a different reason than you," the voice continued. There was still no one in nearby. The imagination theory was the more realistic one to accept. A part of her didn't want to though. The chance that it wasn't her hearing things was a pleasant thought. "Where are you?" she asked softly, giving in to the part of her. If it were her imagination, it would be better to not talk to herself loudly. But if it wasn't, she'd like to know where exactly this thing or being was.
  23. Silva
    Pry handed a stack of papers to the elderly lady. "Freedom got in a fight today," she told her softly. "And given her sensitivities..." Pry trailed off, message clear. She quietly made her way out of the room. @Ark1002
  24. Silva
    Like most things, the book is better.
  25. Silva
    The people had since walked off. She'd caught sight of one the people she'd met with before, Alask. At least she was pretty sure that was his name. It had been a while. He probably didn't even remember her. Eve was the type of person that was either remembered vividly or forgotten completely, all dependent on the first impression. Her past few days hopefully were of the first. May, Frine, Zeken and countless others. People living under propped up tarps. No working plumbing. She wanted to believe they'd remember her. As an equal who happened to leave behind a bunch of green papers though. Nothing more. Because that's all she was. Someone ordinary with extraordinarily bad luck who wanted to help out others. Eve sighed softly. Bad luck wasn't strictly true. She had Light, even if the girl hadn't responded to any messages in a bit. There was probably some family thing going on. There were a lot of those by the Acutes. Either way, nothing now could change the past. She was here at Light's request without any more instruction than "show up to it, please." Was she supposed to offer funding? Three full inheritances meant she was rich, but there was no storming way she'd actually ever spend a broam of it on Investiture research. Unless it were researching how to rid the Cosmere of it. That she would finance to the most of her ability. Except PlasmaCore didn't appear to be on that side of the spectrum. More of the enthusiast sort. A shame really. It would have made her time there more beneficial than what she was doing currently. Standing. At the edge of a room in silence. Watching everyone's move.
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