little wheel

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perhaps this is what I've been looking for.

On 4/19/2021 at 9:01 AM, AonEne said:

@bees? 

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all interactions switched over to the new era, right? might need an idea if what to do but something's better than nothing

On 4/9/2021 at 8:58 AM, MacThorstenson said:

It’s gonna be really fun. Hopefully. There’s possibly going to be lions and tigers and bears. Maybe. There might even be a call to HR, if we don’t get left on voice mail. These things are all in flux. DA Disclaimer applies as always. 
 

y’all should participate. It’s a lotta fun. 
 

we can always use more planners. 

I can help, might be fun

Alrighty I'm lookin' ta get re-involved with the AV, so is there anywhere I can hop in? Chars are 1) crazy bald man with amberite and night aethers and 2) criminal(ly) hot man.

don't bully me I can't change my name yet because of moderation rules

Silas stood up, waving his hand around in a dramatic flourish. "Time to get going, my friend. We've more important things to do than waste time with petty talks of peace. As I said before, I have things to show you. Important things.
@Ashbringer
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Arkaitz stood up and stretched, picking his hat up off of the counter and flipping it onto his head at a perfect angle. Tonight, his skin was a deep blue with intricate gold patterns flowing and twisting throughout and his long hair was a perfect gold to match. A deep charcoal gray suit and matching hat finished off the ensemble, as he had ditched his mask earlier so as to better show off his skin. As he walked away without paying his drink, the bartender started to speak, raising his voice to call for security.

"I don't think it'd go over so well if you tried to arrest your boss, darling," Arkaitz said before the man could utter a single word. "Now, be a dear and clean that mess up. I've got business to attend to."

17 hours ago, Ashbringer said:

Not e.

The e. Something e.

His e. Not e. He e.

He'd e.

First e. Roshar, e. Cinder, e. The e.

Some e. Some e... something e. But e.

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@Sorana@bees?

Silas sat and waited, sipping again from his drink. He was surprised that the other Radiant was questioning Tyrian instead of him, but he was content, as he'd had much time in the spotlight, even more so in his last life than this one. What an interesting time that was, being young and beautiful. And dangerous. Silas was not the man that he used to be, not anymore. Silas kicked back and downed he rest of his drink in a single go, then looked out at the rest of the gathering crowd.

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sorry for taking so long to respond I have been camping

"Indeed we do, my compatriot," Silas said, using a small knife to trim his fingernails while appearing to wholly ignore the everyone around him, including the bartender setting down an odd drink in front of him. Silas took a swig and set the drink down on the table with down-turned lips. "What do you say we continue onward with our business and leave them to theirs. Which, obviously, they have, and, if they're any wiser than they look, they'll know to give us some space."

@Sorana @Ashbringer 

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you shouldn't need to go beyond the first three floors, which are the public space, as Silas and Tyrian are descending from the private floors to get a drink. the man would probably tell you to just search through bar floors, but he wouldn't say anything more than that, as doing so would put his own life in danger

Silas sat down at the bar, spun around in his chair, and then waited for Tyrian to join him. 

"Try and order quickly, as there are some things I'd like to show you upstairs, and I dislike being in public."

@Sorana @Ashbringer

On 7/8/2020 at 3:11 PM, Ashbringer said:

Apparently not.

The man could fly now. And evidently make a giant hammer from nothing. What couldn't this man do? 

Tyrian knew this wasn't going well. But although Cinder kept nudging him, tugging on the bond... he just couldn't make himself give up.

Tyrian! Listen to me. Take the blow. Do it!

Cinder's voice resounded in his mind as he watched the hammer fall. Why would that help? The force of the blow would...

Wait...

Tyrian turned off his seemingly-useless Division and fueled his Abrasion. He leaned back.

And took the blow square in the chest.

Some of the impact would slide right off. Some shattered half the bones in his body, which the storm within set to fixing. But perhaps the rest would do something to those shadows...

Tyrian toppled over, Stormlight gone. Well, mostly gone.

It was now or never.

Silas Sent himself now to a position behind Tyrian's head.
"You present me with two choices. I can make my little friend finish you off, or I can take you out for a drink while we discuss this like civilized folks. Not that either of us are, but it's nice to pretend sometimes."
Silas crouched down and smiled, all the while focusing on creating a humanoid form out of Night.

On 7/3/2020 at 7:06 PM, Ashbringer said:

So, e.

Tyrian e. Silas’s e, e, e. Shadows e. And e.

“Perhaps e. Perhaps e. Defeat e.”

Tyrian e. He e. Abrasion, e... 

Tyrian e.

“And e?”

 

Silas laughed, a clear and melodious tone. 

"You think that it'd be that easy? That you could just swing a sickle at me and it would all be over?"

Silas now said this from a different location, a few feet in the air above Tyrian, a solid shell of darkened Amberite coating his body and a giant hammer in his hands, swinging down towards Tyrian.

On 6/29/2020 at 9:04 PM, Ashbringer said:

Tyrian e. Then he e. He e . Cinder e.

“Perhaps e"

Silas stared as the sickle and the man wielding it came ever closer to him, and then at the last moment, he tipped his hat and smiled. Silas Sent himself a few feet behind Tyrian and then used as many tentacles of Night Ashe could to wrap around Tyrian's legs and ankles.

"Please, do consider reconsidering."

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I would guess that Division wouldn't do much of anything, but I would also guess that it would still affect Amberite, albeit slowly.

9 hours ago, Ashbringer said:

Tyrian e “I e a t C h i l d r e n y a y. Butt."

"I think that you misunderstood my statement, which I can't blame you for, as I didn't exactly say what I meant." Silas stretched as maroon crystals began to spread down his arms and shadows reached towards him. "You will join us, regardless of status. Alternatively, you can die."

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yes I took the time to erase all of the other letters yes I was bored yes I am immature

On 6/25/2020 at 10:40 AM, Ashbringer said:

Tyrian stared at Silas. He looked like a king, although more of a king by commerce then conquest. It was a large difference then his appearance in the van.

"You left me behind... to change your clothes," he growled. His crystal growth had busted out of the straightjacket easily, far before he had vanished. His fists clenched.

"You have a... proposition," he said coldly. "What is it?"

"The proposition comes not from me, but from my employers. They've noticed that you are a man of many talents, specifically those related to ending the lives of those who stand in your way." Silas stood up and dropped the now-empty teacup on the ground, the brittle china shattering in an instant. "We would be most honored if you would join our ranks."

Silas swirled his coffee as he lounged in his chair and listened to the telltale swish of the door opening, with the subsequent light, stalking steps of the Servant and the heavier steps of Tyrian.

"Now, Tyrian, before you make an attempt to kill me, I'll have you know that I only left for the purpose of getting dressed, because I cannot in good conscience make a business proposition dressed in a straightjacket."

@Ashbringer

Silas sat on a balcony overlooking the rowdy partying in the streets below, leaning back in his chair and sipping slowly from a cup of coffee. He waved his hand and calling his Servant forward, a thin and limber construct with a sharp mask walking forward. "Search the streets and bring me the man who is called Tyrian, my rescuer." The Servant nodded, and walked away, the face on its mask whirling and changing from that of a human to that of a hound, shoulders widening and back curling downwards into a stalking pose.

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However long later, the Servant approached Tyrian, extended a long arm and pointed at him, saying, "You. Come. You. Silas needs."

@Ashbringer

OK JAZZ CLUB TIME
So over on the Discord, we've had a discussion about whether the club would be a location with its own thread, or if it would be something that would be able to exist between threads (thus placing it on the same level of reality as the Worldspike), or just both.
But as for the club itself, the name of the club is currently undecided, but it'll have live jazz performances in one side of the first level, with a few floors going up after that (ambient jazz quietly diffusing all levels) and it'll be the most snootily expensive place ever (caviar and cognac, for example (not together (I hope))).
Can't afford these meals that'll cost you an arm and a leg? We'll have alternative payment methods. Want to pay in money anyways? You'll be able to start a tab (with atrocious interest, of course). Want to ignore money existing and purchase whatever you want regardless of cost? Go ahead, it's what we all do already.
It might be a little bit more fun, however, to work out alternative payment deals or stuff like that. But that's besides the point, as we haven't even decided how the club will exist.
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Silas walked down a bustling street, wide-brimmed hat pulled low over his face, deftly stepping between the crowds of people, nodding, winking, and making little finger gun gestures at some of them, twirling and flourishing his long coat that fell above his mid-calf boots.
"What're ya doin', ya crazy fool? There ain't no one on this street but you an' me," said a drunk lying on a bench.
"Oh, I know we're alone," Silas answered, the figures around him fading away, "but I like to do this sometimes."
"Who're ya lookin' at, son?"
"No one much, just me a few hundred times," Silas explained.
"Do I be one of ya too, boy?"
"Maybe, so I guess this won't be too much of a crime."
A startled expression came upon the drunk's face as Silas vanished and appeared next to him.
"Say, why're ya dressed like that?" the drunk asked, fear creeping into his eyes.
"Well, for two reasons. The first is that my natural villainous flair demands it, and the second is so that I can do this."
Silas whipped open his coat, and long whips of shadows shot out, wrapping around the drunk's limbs and lifting him into the air, his face right in front of Silas's. Silas smiled, and then, from the shadows of his hat, a single sharp blade shot out, cleaving the man's head open right down the bridge of his nose. 
The corpse fell to the ground, and Silas leaped up into the air, grabbing the side of a building. The Amberite armor that was concealed underneath his coat pulsed with light, and Silas Sent himself back to the van, watching the scene from a few meters away.
@tbh idk who to tag because i've been kinda absent lately so i guess people i need to tag or something

Silas stood up, the chain attaching his ankle to the bench rattling. "Alrighty, kids, today I've prepared for you a special sequence of a few magic tricks, all right in a row. Are you ready?" Silas tried to gesture to his crowd with his arms, stuck in the straight-jacket as they were. "Make sure to watch closely, or you might just miss them!"
Silas shot a huge growth of smoky Amberite up his arm, ripping through the aluminum gauntlet and freeing both of his arms. It then continued along his body to form a suit of spiky armor, which also broke the chain off of its anchor on the bench. Silas strained his mind, and the shadows inside and around the van began to lengthen, and with them he formed a tentacle of solid Night, grabbing the Leecher and pulling him towards Silas.
"And now, for the finale of tonight's show. Before I leave, I'd like to thank you all for being such a great audience, and I'd like to give a special shout-out to my valiant rescuer over there, because none of this would have been possible without your help. Thank you, and good night!" 
Silas grabbed the Leecher tight, and then used the power of his Night Bond to Send both of them away.

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Don't worry. He'll be back before you can give him a second thought.

@Ashbringer @Rushu42 @mathiau  @Sorana

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surgery practice. fun way to say that

Silas looked at the people who had broken into the already broken-into van, and began to push against the aluminum coating on his arm with his Aether.

28 minutes ago, Rushu42 said:

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Question: can Transportation normally be used for teleportation in the Physical Realm? I was under the impression that it was to jump between realms. It's fine if we're just handwaving that for the AV, but it's also likely that I'm just remembering wrong.

 

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considering that it is described as the Surge of teleportation and something else that I don't remember, I would think so, but I don't think it's been canonized

Silas woke up again and looked at the chaos that had unfolded inside of the van, and smiled. He then looked at the man about to kill his least favorite captor, and un-smiled. "Hey, I'd appreciate it if you didn't kill that guard, O valiant rescuer of mine. Side note, do you have a hacksaw or something?"

@Ashbringer

Silas sat in his van and watcher the chaos unfold, a man who seemed to be a Dustbringer fighting the remaining guards. So, Silas thought, this man must be my rescue. He tried to stand up, but promptly fell over due to the sedative still wearing off. 

@Ashbringer

Arkaitz left his current partner behind with a chaste kiss on the cheek, and walked into a quiet (comparatively) tavern.

@Sherlock Holmes

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Well, that'd be perfect, especially since one of the four guards is a Skybreaker

Also bloody = good in this scenario

Hmm

How does Tyrian feel about cults?

message me if you wish to continue this conversation

1 hour ago, Ashbringer said:

@bees?

Silas  woke up, still inside of the van. Yes, still inside the van, but not as it had been before. The most important change was that his tether, that man who had been burning away his ability to use his Aethers, was no longer in contact with him. For a minute amount of time, Silas was out of contact with the Leecher guard, so he used that moment of time to push with everything he could against the casing around his right arm, Amberite crystals growing and pushing their hardest, barely weakening the aluminum alloy surrounding his arm and leaving him feeling deeply exhausted. The regular flow of time resumed, and the Leecher guard looked down at Silas, laughed, and continued to burn chromium.

@anyone who wants to help, again

yeah it calls Amberite "rose" in the beginning of AoN, so somewhere in the red to pink range