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    Done.
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    Tomorrow is Labor Day, Lark, so no school, if you needed more excuses.
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    If you edit the original post, you can change it.
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    Um, me too. Mine's a bit closer to my thumb and larger, but it's there.
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    Did you know your name is mispelled in the title?
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    The Goddess of Honesty is dead. It all makes sense now.
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    Maw is. But he doesn't know who those are yet, so he has to assume it was everyone until proven otherwise. Wilkin has finally proven unlikely to be one of them, along with a select few others, but the majority are still suspects.
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    Maw's angry at Aili's death and wants revenge. He will get it. Now that we're finally discussing, what do we want to discuss? My guilt? Fine so be it. Let's talk then. (Plus, this game hopefully teaches a bit of paranoia to people.)
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    Correct. And he must first be found by Survival, which is now much more likely. But he then also has to find an OC to align with, which is hard.So I don't think the chances are too high yet.
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    That's a fair point. So what would cause discussion in the thread?
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    You can't vote on yourself. I would like to call Lord Tekiel to the stand to testify that I, Lord Zerrung, was infiltrating this group that was planning to attack to report back to him. He can vouch for my good intentions as part of this group. I never sent any form of help, in weapons or armies, or even plans, to the group composed of Vinid, Farrsolin, and Erikell. Vinid, do you have anything to say for yourself?
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    We want Shards to Invest in Hoid, yes? I'm not sure how that's supposed to happen if they don't know who Hoid is. Now they do, or at least, someone who they can contact to find Hoid.
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    Geez, Edge, must you always write so fast? Now I feel bad for taking weeks to write.
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    It's almost ironic, you accuse someone of forming a coalition, and then you get locked out of all PMs. Huh. Interesting, that.
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    Emma post up. I know it's all still night stuff, and I'll try to get her morning post up soon.
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    Part two of a collab between Aonar and I. Ethan found himself having trouble focusing on what Emma was saying. He was tired, but it wasn’t just that. He’d used his powers more in the last few hours than he had in days, and it made him restless. Ethan wanted to move, to fight, to do something, anything. There was even a part of him that wanted to be Frostfire, to really be a High Epic, a divinity, an avenging angel, not just some guy; barely out of his teens and way out of his depth. He also knew, however, just what that would entail. Anger, arrogance, apathy. He would change, become more violent, less caring, concerned with little more than destruction. There’d been flashes of it throughout the day. Little instances where he’d nearly lost control. Almost killing that slontze Reader, the whole fiasco in the clinic, nearly going on the warpath when all that could possibly be gained was more blood on his hands, and not all of it deserving. It scared him, but that little, insistent voice in his head always questioned: ‘Why? Why not kill Reader? He was a slontze, barely worthy of his own miserable existence. Why not take charge at the clinic? You are more powerful and more competent than any of them could ever be. Why not destroy those animals? They hurt people under your protection. They hurt you. You had every right.’ With effort, Ethan turned his thoughts away, trying to piece together what Emma had said. A small frown had appeared on her face as he thought. “I’d imagine, yeah. Someone a little more cynically minded might think things would go the other way; but I suppose living under the constant threat of invasion tends to help one keep to practicalities.” He paused a moment, a fleeting question coming to mind from the evening’s events. “Emma, if it’s not too much to ask-” -sparking sparkity sparks, Ethan, this is a bad idea, you’ve only just met this girl, why the Calamity are you digging into her personal life- “-what were you thinking about back there, in the woods? When I was starting to snap out of it, and you… you know. Started crying.” …Smooth, Ethan. Sparking smooth. Emma could tell that Ethan was hardly listening to her. But, as she finished her sentence, his eyes refocused on her. "I’d imagine, yeah. Someone a little more cynically minded might think things would go the other way; but I suppose living under than constant threat of invasion tends to help one keep to practicalities," he replied. Emma worried internally. Did Ethan care anymore? Or would he rather just sleep? She was about to propose leaving to find an official to assign him a room, but he spoke up again, momentarily sating her worries. "Emma, if it’s not too much to ask-” Ethan paused, “-what were you thinking about back there, in the woods? When I was starting to snap out of it, and you… you know. Started crying." Evey. Emma clenched her teeth, willing her eyes not to fill with water. She took a moment to recompose. "It was-I was thinking of the day when, you know, I got my powers," she stammered. "Some things happened and I lost control and I was furious at the world and I was confused and I killed my sister." I killed my sister. Emma had never put it in such blunt terms. Evelyn was still young and had been engaged, but Emma ruined that. She ruined futures. She couldn't get close to her parents again because she'd ruined their child's life. The tears spilled out, despite Emma's efforts. Emma stood and wiped her tears. She managed to choke out a sentence. "Let's get you a room, okay?" She walked out of the bar, leaving a few dollars to cover the drinks, expecting Ethan to follow. "It was-I was thinking of the day when, you know, I got my powers. Some things happened and I lost control and I was furious at the world and I was confused and I killed my sister." Emma’s voice wavered. Pain, sadness, anger and self-loathing were all unmistakable in her expression. Ethan wanted to say something, anything to try to help, but before he could she had already stood and turned away. "Let's get you a room, okay?" She put a few dollars on the countertop, and left, her root beer untouched. Ethan sat in shock for a moment, even as the Springfield’s door started to swing closed. Yup. You sure made a mess of that one. Making a mental note to avoid at all costs bringing that up in the future –at least, until he knew her well enough he might actually be able to offer some sort of comfort- he stood. After a moment’s consideration, he grabbed his soda and downed it quickly, before following her out the door. Emma perched on the edge of the rooftop, watching the light blue door in the dark. Tears flowed freely from her eyes and she didn’t bother to wipe them away. She didn’t deserve to wipe them away. She was a force of destruction and hurt more than she ever helped. Evey was her sister. She had been the kindest soul Emma had ever met. She always picked her up when she fell; she was the girl that intervened in any fight, regardless of how big the other guys were. Evelyn had stuck up for everyone and she had probably never said an unkind word. And I killed her. How could she ever be normal again? Calamity had cursed her with these powers and she was bound to be a killer. Love wasn’t something Epics felt, was it? If it wasn’t, why was she here, watching over her parents house again? She never knew why she came here and watched the light blue door that had once been home. Emma debated endlessly as she sat on her perch above the door whether or not to go in. Her parents probably couldn’t stand her. What kind of deranged child killed their own sister? How Emma wanted to go home. She was barely even old enough to be on her own and she just wanted to go home and cry with her mom and Evey, curled up in the safety of her blanket in the impenetrable walls of home. But deep down, Emma knew her mother would kick her out as soon as she stepped over the threshold. Emma watched as the door opened and a white bathrobe bent over and picked up the envelope Emma had placed there. It contained half of her month’s earnings from the Guard. Every month, she dropped it off and couldn’t bring herself to leave until she saw someone pick it up. Her mother stood back up and looked up across the street. Emma knew she couldn’t see her from her hiding place, but she swore her mother stared right into her eyes. More tears overflowed and Edgerunner flew off towards her apartment as the door shut. She dropped onto the ground the next street over and walked the rest of the way. Emma wouldn’t be like other Epics. She could love, she knew it. Emma still loved her parents, no matter how much they might hate her. Emma would fight to be a good Epic, whatever she had to do. Upon arriving home, or at least her current home, Emma quickly showered and changed before lying in bed. As she drifted off, she thought of the day's crazy events. Pandas, fanatics, cults, Epics everywhere, a new crush, relived memories. Wake me up when September ends.
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    Good point. I put Twi on there for Obliteration too.
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    Yes, but you said they couldn't in a PM, so I'm trying to clarify. Edit: Seonid, I know what happened in the AG. I don't like that. If all discussion happens here, Eliminators can't get info out of people as easily in one-on-ones. I know, because I've done it. This game even. People are too trusting when there's only one other person.
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    Joe?
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    I don't want this to be my trademark, and I didn't plan on doing this this game, but now that only my PMs are gone, I'm going to. I wanted Wilson dead so that all the PMs would close so that discussion would be forced into World PMs and the thread. But that didn't work. So, to stimulate discussion, I'll start: There are rumors that Seonid is Hoid. And by rumors, I mean, he hard-claimed it, but he also said he's covering for the real Hoid. Either way, let's talk. Up next: Preservation.
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    Phat, mind clarifying what the storms that last part of our PM meant? Edit: Duh, he's dead. So, learn from me, guys, if you anger the Goddess, her punishment will appear. All my PMs are down. Edit: So Joe, Lifeless can protect during the day?
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    Since Joe isn't here to say it: the cycle is over and has been for 23 minutes, just a heads up.
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    *shrug* Maybe you can send them whenever but they don't actually protect unless it's night.
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    In a PM, Joe said that Lifeless only protect at night.
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