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  1. Times was an introvert and the universe was annoying.
  2. @Cyanic “Never tried it, but I don’t know.” Pry tapped her chin in thought, the conversation was reopening her curiosity in how her abilities worked. “It would depend on whether my temperature physically changes when I use it. I haven’t ever found a time to experiment.”
  3. @Cyanic “Only my own heat and I can’t share it with others,” she told her. “At least as far as I know.” No one had ever formally explained Feruchemy to her, she’d mostly figured it out on her own.
  4. "Brass," Pry told the formerly wood-ish woman, despite not being sure if she was listening since the topic had moved on. "I'm a brass ferring. Not much use except for surviving explosions - though that has been becoming more useful lately." @Cyanic
  5. The universe reformed in a matter of seconds.
  6. Pry looked at the wood-ish looking woman twice and the through the doorway quickly before walking in. It was full of dead bodies, but she wasn’t really interested in them. It was the Marine on the ground being cared for by the woman whose room she’d borrowed that peeked her curiosity. Looks like they were perfectly fine on their own. She thought glancing at the bodies again and stepping farther in. Questions bubbled, though she didn’t quite feel right asking. After all, these people were practically strangers to her.
  7. Interesting. Interesting. Pry thought. Based on the way he appeared uncomfortable in his uniform, she could tell he was new. So why would he tell her a better way in? Very curious. ”Well isn’t that just nice,” Pry retorted for appearances sakes and stormed from the yard. Once out she took a deep breath. Go around, porch window, enter there. Don’t be seen. That’s not a lot to go on. Whatever. Edging against the wall, Pry made her way around the house praying no one would come down the street. The windowsills would keep her hidden from above, but every other direction would be noticeable. Eventually she reached a point where brick turned to wood. A sure sign of a porch as any. She took a step back to figure out where her entrance was. Three storming windows! Which one? Pry wondered as she tested all of them to see if any were open. All were locked but one. Hefting herself up through that window, she entered the building.
  8. But it was gluten-free vegan grasshopper-flavored ice cream.
  9. @Cyanic Pry looked the servant up and down, considering how to respond. “I was told there was some revenging happening here?” She said bluntly, intent on confusing him. “Some attack on evil adoptive parents? I may have gotten the address wrong...”
  10. I’ve read all of Cosmere (besides Whitesands) along with Reckoners, Alcatraz, and Rithmatist. Personally, my favorite has got to be Warbreaker.
  11. But they’re ashamed of their true creation story so they tell everyone that...
  12. disguised as chili peppers in potato costumes.
  13. Welcome! Glad you found us.
  14. A second ghanderflaffle began to play dead. Am I the only one who's added ghanderflaffle to their computer's dictionary?
  15. All of those were great @Sorana @Herowannabe and @Inklingspren! Great job!
  16. Pry looked up at the building and checked her palm again to make sure she’d come to the right place. Wondering if maybe she’d written it down on her hand wrong, she rubbed away the writing. It seemed to be a home, but unlike most of Alleycity’s houses, it was quite large. It reminded Pry of her home on Scadrial, just with much fewer additions containing bedrooms for all her eight younger siblings. Light’s probably loving having her own space with me gone. Pry thought chuckling, imagining her sixteen year old sister pushing all her stuff into a corner. Storms! I’ve gotta stop by sometime to keep her on her feet. Pry brushed back her hair and walked into the yard. She looked around for a doorbell as she absent mindedly unpinned a threaded needle from her jacket, but found none. She looked to the left where there was a large sliding door and then back forward to the normal door, considering where to go while she began sewing on yet another pocket to her shirt. There was no such thing as too many pockets.
  17. Everyone dons black clothing and goes to the funeral which was hosted by the cornmunks.
  18. I’m feeling mostly sympathetic to the sword.
  19. It’s pouring outside for days and when it finally lightens up the first thing that comes to mind is the horrible pun of “hey! It’s Misting outside!”
  20. Then Donkey realised he had no squirrel fur and wouldn’t be able to make waffles anyways.
  21. This thread seems pretty dead, but I’ll also nominate @Ashspren
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