Silva

The newly adopted dogs started jumping around to eat them. The guy behind the desk looked unfazed, barely glancing up from his work as he pressed the Code Eminence button, a shade of purple that meant low priority.

TUBA mimes finally finished repairing all the damage from the sausage man, meekers, and all other attacks that had recently occured. A "We Are Open" sign was hung once more from the door.

Here's one. Might be important later. Might not. Depends on how much time I can invest in it.

Jasnah was now bald like InvisiBob. Not that anyone ever saw his hair as he was invisible.

InvisiBob reminded Lift yet again that hair wasn't evil.

"Right. Hair isn't...evil." InvisiBob said.

"And what exactly do you plan on doing with it?"

Welcome! Do you have a favorite type of spren?

She found Nightblood instead.

I did look at some older topics on this, but as there never was any real evidence one way or another, I figured it okay to bring up again. It's pretty clear from both Sazed's and Wayne's experiences that you can't store. But can you tap a metalmind while sleeping? It seems like tapping while asleep would be the only way to explain TLR living so long (unless he somehow was compounding bronze the whole time to remain awake). The case could be like with burning metals instinctively, or it might not. In most cases it wouldn't even be useful (why would you need Identity, Connection, Wakefulness, or Determination while asleep?), only the few like age, warmth, health, weight (on occassion), or even breath. I feel like the answer is yes, but with no proof other than TLR's existence there's no way to say for certain.

She asked Lift to cut her hair.

She'd wanted to ask Vin how to rock a short haircut.

had a major crush on Nobody. You see...

Eve, who had spontaneously appeared with a bucket of ice cold water, dumped it out on Benson's head, then glared at the person who had punched Benson - debating between scolding him or giving him a taste of her own right hook. --- Silva ate another pancake.

@Arky-boi. I don't even want know why he changed it to that... Don't worry about it. Life always should come first, no matter what. The Shard should just be a pleasant addition, not an added stress.

So in a few months she was going to have some serious problems while asleep due to injury. Good to know. She would just have to deal with it. Freedom bit her bottom lip. There were some more questions she had, but most were simple and answerable through her own experimentation. There was one that wasn't though. "You're only forty six," she said. "Why did you say earlier that you were on your deathbed?" She looked away awkwardly. "Unless that's too personal a question..."

They were pretty awesome.

I haven't read TLPW in a while, but here's a bio. He might be OP

I'm not a big horror person, but the temptation to create a spoiled rich brat who complains about everything for this is so strong. Maybe even enough to get me to break my record of never having killed a character...

Oh, rusts. He cut himself and before she could look away there was blood. Not a lot. But enough. Her breathing quickened and before she knew it she was no longer in the tavern, but back outside in the night with her siblings. And him. She watched helplessly as Vahara stepped out moments before a spike would be thrust into Light's heart. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said. Vahara looked just as she remembered. Tousled brown hair and shirt not quite tucked in. That's because this is just a memory. she told herself. Nothing here can hurt you. It felt real though. Too real. "And who are you?" "Rusts and ruin," he cursed. Freedom almost smiled - he would always reprimand them with poor language for using poor language. Except she knew what was about to happen. "Pry really wasn't kidding when she said people there were violent and her siblings needed someone to watch them always. Who the hell do you think you are?" "I'm your doom. You're a distraction." Too true. "Get the hell away from those children." "Fine.Come closer then." He glared, suspicious. "Why should I do that? I don't trust bastards like you." "Ah, so that's it. You will come because otherwise these children are gone. Forever." Vahara stepped forward then, despite Freedom's internal screams at him not to. "Release them." Then Hellbent smiled. He smiled as he said no and killed him. In front of them. Throwing his head to their feet. Blood soaking into the ground. Freedom blinked. It was gone. She was back in the tavern standing next to Lusk Uwik. Sometime during it all she'd gone back to around fifteen on instinct. And he'd gone to much older. The blood was gone. Only a small scar remained where it had been. She had missed what he had said, but the meaning carried. Atium Ferrings could heal by aging past. That was cool. “Despite what the tables say, it’s not the best for disguises, though it can do. Usually, however, people can see the person you’ll age into on your face,” he was saying. "Wait," she said. "If someone got injured at an older age, then couldn't they get around it by going back to their normal age, before it happened, and aging normally till that point?"

He was upset that Jasnah wasn't covering her safehand.

Happy birthday @BitBitio!

Weapon out of her hands, her posture relaxed again and she brushed a hair away from her face, She was relieved. Honestly. To have been missing something that big would have made no sense. Freedom shifted her weight. "Freedom Acute," she said. She probably could have gotten away with just giving her first name, but as he'd given a last name, it might have seemed rude.