Brightness Warrior

What are you signing up for?

Central to which plot? Give us a planet, please!

ALL HAIL THE HERALD OF MEMES, Gray to!

May I add myself to your lovely listing?

Yah'no, if my buddy Nightmare actually wanted me dead, I can accept that I don't stand a chance. He is, after all, an 8-something foot demon bear with 10-inch claws and wicked teeth, not to mention the 'fear factor.' (What kind of teleportation abilities does our red-eyed voidbringer pal here possess? Who knows? Who cares?)

If you're recruiting, I'd be happy to sign.

Not granted! Your bane is that you bleed from the ears every time you see any kind of dog. Not a dangerous amount, just enough to be uncomfortable and provoke numerous explanations. My boon is to never be bothered when I'm reading or listening to an audiobook.

Since when was I giving my resume? It's just an introduction..

The Steel Ministry?

Winds and blackness brining light Raging, cleansing, finally peace P.S. Who can't solve this in less than 30 seconds?

When you realize that isn't just wine Dalinar's been drinking...

...when you start using "storms" as a curse in your head without realizing - until you say it out loud and all your non-Sanderfan friends look at you like a psycho.

"Granted! This one's on me." You get no bane, thankfully. I wish to have all the same powers of the Nightwatcher herself and still retain my identity.

I'm just so confused. I kinda want to join up, and to inject my presence into the Alleyverse, which probably doesn't want me. I'm... In a single word that sums up my entire personality, I'm unpredictable... inconsistent, at best. I have a tendency to push the boundaries of expectation/propriety, and test- not break, mind, just test - the rules, imposed upon or accepted by myself. I hope that's all cool with everyone. (If not, I'll just go. This is the way I am, so whatev's.)

Okay, I'm officially curious. What exactly are you guys, and why might I want to join? And...

How about this game: Someone name a noun, concrete or abstract, then everyone who wants will submit a rhyme to describe it, and then we will vote on the cleverest. All for, say "Aye."

What is a meeker, anyway?

Jasna: Is there usually a lack of intelligent conversation? Are you good with logic? Renaren: Do you have trouble making friends/Are you rejected for your oddities? Sadius: Are you a Slytherin? Syl: Do you have strong morals? Are you fascinated by the nature of things? Kal: Do you blame yourself for things, even if they aren't your fault? Do you have trouble opening up? Kel: Are you a people person? Are you good at trusting or forgiveness? Vin: Do you like solace? Are you often ignored? Are you good at concealing your thoughts/emotions?

... Yes.

Okay. Why did you expel Mraize from among your ranks?

May I have the audacity to ask why?

It was all of them, but the real kicker was how they all died such quick succession. A bit like inviting one friend to have a piece of candy, then everyone thinks it's okay to have one, and then you have none left.

I have looked at it and considered it, but here's the problem: Decisions. I'm not good at making them. I'm excellent at debating with myself and trying to compare apples and oranges, but actually making a decision? Nah. Ask someone with a brain. (I can make the no-brainers on my own, like whether or not to walk down a creaky staircase alone at night and completely defenseless towards a creepy noise I heard while also alone and defenseless. That's easy.) I can't decide if I want to be a Mistborn or a Windrunner, human or alien, stable or psycho. Also, I wasn't planning on trusting someone like Mraize. Ark, I love throwing corpses off cliffs. Fura, it doesn't sound like TUBA's mission is an unworthy one. Side note: Everyone on this site is, generally, very nice. (Ahem.. unlike on SOME platforms... that will not be named..)

Yes.

I think he should be forced to wear wet socks until he dies. And there should be an immortal fly that buzzes around his head forever. And he should have a permanent cold.