Ark1002

You can't talk right now, you're being stabbed and you're paralyzed.

Ooh, killer? *Stabs BoS* *Multiple times* *With a machete* *Covered in poison* *That causes paralysis* *So he can continue to stab*

Project: Smelter, or Forge, entered Floor 23, Section 6, Room A, Security Clearance Level 11, a dark look on her face. As she stomped up, the scientist within paled, his face now resembling that of a ghost. Which was fitting. Considering he was experimenting with Shades. She slammed her fist into his desk, and the automatic small burst of division left a pattern burnt into the desk. The symbol of atium. The symbol of Ruin. She was Security Clearance Level 12, and the scientist knew that. So, not only was she able to be here, she was higher ranked than him. And she was just at the level she could kill lower Clearance people, if she deemed them a "threat". And she was known for being... unpredictable. "Project-" His face paled even further, if that was possible, as her eyes starting glowing a deep red. "Forge, please. I have to work on my assign-" A faint tendril of smoke surrounded his throat, emanating from Project: Smelter's cloak. He whimpered, and she leaned in close. "I'm here to tell you something. A secret." His eyes widened in fear, and he tries to push himself back, but the smoke encircled his entire throat, and he found himself unable. She approaches, and the whimper becomes louder, almost a scream. "I'm supposed to tell you, you're being moved up to Security Clearance Level 13." He gasps, smiling in pure joy, at the promotion, and at his apparent survival, a tear falling from his face. A grin twists her face. "That's what I'm supposed to tell you." And fear filled him again. But the smoke fell back into her cloak, and the man let out a sigh of relief. He opened up his computer, research page after page covering the screen. All of his research. "That would make you come to your execution faster, easier." His eyes go dull, then the spark becomes a flame. He scrambles backwards, a scream building in his throat. But it was too late. She touched his leg, and it began bubbling. His eyes went red for a second, and then the rest of the skin followed.He collapsed, his skin a mess of hellish bubbling and burns. She grins, grabbing his computer, putting in a chip, and downloading it all. Then she shut it quickly. The shade in the corner, surrounded by silver, watched the whole thing. But it couldn't tell anyone. As she walked calmly out the door, troops in black sprinted up. "What happened?" She shook her head. "He knew too much." As she left, she caught sight of herself in a mirror. In her haste at leaving, her cloak had come unfastened, showing her clearly to the world. Eyes a sickly yellow, the white bloodshot, that was horrifying on its own. But the rest was worse. Her skin burnt worse than the corpse, strange bubbles. A shroud of smoke covered her in place of a dress, but, as it was smoke, it was slightly translucent. What it did reveal was burnt as well, and worse. Massive scars made the whole appearance even more jarring. Her fingernails were cracked, blood specks on them. Each was yellow. Metal spikes stuck out at random locations, and little plates were installed in the more damaged areas. But the most jarring feature was the mouth. A gaping hole, skin on the edges messed up, it was still bleeding. And there was no tongue within, that has been shredded as well. There was a few metal shards within, not spikes, shrapnel. And, curled deep within, a strange green blob, smoke coming out of it, into the throat. ~~~ Within the room, the corpse started shaking. The soldiers backed away. It coughed , and a strange green was visible. Then the tongue was spat out, bleeding. The whole body shook. The men sprinted, fearful, away. ~~~ The woman, silvery armor shining, looked back at him. "Put away the phone and hand it to me if you wish to continue."

Ambrosia nodded, then started putting tacos on everyone's plate. Her face was a bit distant. @Blessing of Potency @Darth Woodrack @JacobClaessen ~~~ Anthony sat on the couch, deep in thought. Brooding. Solstice slept nearby, in her crib. He looked down at her, but for once, that didn't bring a smile to his face. "Tena, honey, I need to talk to you about something." His voice was tinged with sadness, confusion, apprehension, but a bit of joy, a bit of expectation. @Sherlock Holmes

Hellbent's face remains a stony mask. "Speak, or die."

"Can you take out the garbage?" "Honor is dead, but I'll see what I can do." "Umm.... what?" "We mistborn need not make sense." "JUST LISTEN TO ME AND TAKE OUT THE TRASH!" "Your friends of the Seventeenth Shard, I suspect." *Dad steps in* "Listen to her. You can play video games or whatever when you're done." "If I have to watch this world crumble and burn to get what I need, I will do so." "GET OUT AND DO IT! I WILL PUNISH YOU!" "Your will matters not if he speaks the words."

And how much have we seen again? Returned are their own body, Shades don't really have one, and we haven't seen Kelsier.

If people confuse you and nobody... That explains so much! "Nobody cares, Ark." That was actually supportive! "Silva cares, Ark." "Nobody is amused, Ark." Also supportive! "Silva is amused, Ark." And my friends are being nice too! "Nobody loves you" is "Silva loves you" The world seems so much nicer now!

He ignores the man. "I would hear it from your lips, scum." @Sorana

Bellatrix sagged slightly. She approached Mike. "Mike, I'm going to need your help." She looked tired, almost like she was going to collapse. "But first, I need to know." She looked at him, directly in his eyes. "Am I doing the right thing?"

You could always snoop around in the PlasmaCore building, if you want to die

The door opened with a ding. She stepped out. A hallway. Full of normal elevators. Then three hundred darts, full of poison, to paralyze and put him to sleep, hit from every conceivable direction.

Hellbent-Son-Palm reaches the bottom, having managed to stop his fall. Hellbent's face becomes dark, and his shardblade drops into his hand. He doesn't get rid of it. His muscles ripple across his back, scars put in sharp contrast with the tanned skin. His face is a dark mask, looking ready for a kill. He a deep growl builds in his throat, and puts his foot on the step. Step by step, he approaches Lizanne. A violet bruise has started to spread across his chest, and a trickle of blood comes from the center. Suddenly, he sprints, taking a leaping jump, stabbing his shardblade towards Lizanne... But he changes the course, at the last moment, pushing it deeply into the steel directly next to her. "Give me a reason." His face is dark. "I shouldn't split your skull open." @Sorana

Heh. That's my fault.

The floors went up. Four, five. @JacobClaessen

Hey Luuuunaaa, come into this alley over here, I want to, uh, show you something

Hee hee hee, I'm gonna get that

*Hemalurgically removes cleverness*

*Sighs in disappointment and disarms the bomb*

Maybe the body aged too far

Her smiled faded. "Okay then. Will you be down soon?" @JacobClaessen

She grinned. "Okay." Then she walked to the bottom of the stairs, and shouted up them. "Honey, should we wait for you or start eating?" @JacobClaessen

She stepped in. "I'll escort you myself, sir." She clicked a button, and the door closed. Then she pushed the top button, a large seven. @JacobClaessen