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The police officer shook his head. "Don't worry, young man. the doctors assured me, that you will be fine." He closed his ledger. "You and your friends may go home. We will compare your explanations to those of the others, and then come back to you, if we need to clarify some points." He handed Rob and James his card, then they turned around and left. Shana looked at the door after he left and then sighed. "He's right, we should go home. Ben and I will be able to recover there better. A - known environment can do wonders." ==================== Miller raised an eyebrow when nothing happened. "I see." He got to his feet, glanced irritated at his lap and brushed away something wet. When had he gotten some water on his pants? No, it looked more like the cream sauce he had for lunch. The cake fell to the ground without him noticing. Nor did any of the other non-invested shoot a strange glance at the piece of cake. Although one of them surpressed a grin when he saw the huge spot on Millers pants. "Thank you for the hint with the gardenhouse. We will look into that." An officer came into the room and handed him some reports. The woman, Jamie had talked about self defense. That fit the story of these kids somehow. Minus the demons and the magic. And the cake. "So in short: some of you got attacked and then you came and defended them. Do you want to add something to that, or maybe change parts of your testimonies?" He asked them, gave them a chance to finally, finally tell the truth. Why did he always end up with the crazy ones? A bunch of children playing hero, and he had so hoped for a quiet shift.
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Jessy laughed. "What is earth made of?" She asked him and then stepped to one of the large windows. "Earth is a planet, as are many of these stars. When you stand on one of the stars and look up into the sky, earth is nothing but a white dot on an otherwise black sky."
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Wita knelt down next to the body, continued to move slowly, to look at every detail. there were many, and she just sighted them, took her time. Then she looked up at Marcel. "Listen." She commanded and pressed her fingers on her bracelet. She tapped rarely, usually only when there was an interesting puzzle or riddle nobody could solve. And only when she'd failed at it herself. She loved to watch the shows about the detectives, solving cases by looking at the details, because she knew, she was good with details. Slow, but good. Taking a breath she tapped. It was exhilarating to feel her thoughts speed up, for her mind to clear away the fog and she made sure her eyes rested on the corpse, on the details. No need to remember, or to think. Only to analyze. "He was assaulted by someone taller. There, the wound is from a flat object, probably a knife. If you look at the wound, at the cloth around it, you can see that the knife didn't enter the body parallel to the floor." "Traces, next to his boots and his hands. He tried to crawl away, while facing his murderer. The finger on his right hand are injured, especially around the nails. He tried to defend himself. The wallet is still in his pocket. You can see it through his pants. He hit his head on the cobbles, there blood in his hair and on that tone over there." She pointed at the stone. "He was wearing bracelets of some sorts and a few rings, they are missing now. The skin on his arm is lighter where they-" Fire. Wita flinched, looked back at the corpse, at the hidden clues, knew she could find more. Fire. Lifting her hands she covered her ears when the screaming began, stumbled backwards until she hit the wall. She snatched her hand away from the bracelet, started to store and store. Fire, flames on her face, the air so hot she could barely breathe it. Screams. Endless, pained, terrified screams. Her thoughts slowed down and she hugged herself started to move back and forth, back and forth.
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Sagitta looked away from the woman at the question, back to Price. He'd shaken his head. He'd realized what she was planning and he'd shaken his head. "Yes, it was different for me." She replied, switching languages again. Tühine was heavy on her tongue and she probably had a terrible accent, but she was grateful her mother had insisted, that they learned the languages of the countries they traded with. Her eyes rested on Price again for a moment, then she leaned her head against the side of the carriage. The woman was here on her free will, so it couldn't be that bad. And maybe it was better to wait until she was stronger anyway. No use to rip her wound open again and die of a blood infection. That she was still alive, was a wonder. "Very different."
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Sagitta froze at the familiar language, looked at the woman. The accent. A native speaker. She was a native speaker. "Hello, woman." She replied in Ta'e'iloan as well, enjoyed the soft melody of the words. Something familiar in this strange and foreign country she'd ended up in. "May your name be a part of history and never forgotten." She added a general greeting and looked her over. How could she have missed the features earlier? She could ask her questions, get a truthful answer. She had to- "Why are you here?" She asked instead. "What happened to you?"
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Jessy caught him easily and stood him on his feet. "Yes I've been to the moon. And the stars are planets, worlds if you want to. Like earth, just differently." She laughed and pointed outside. "On many of these stars life is possible, or people are living there."
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Wita followed his glance. A corpse. "Puzzle." She said quietly and started to walk over to the alley. Blood underneath. She stopped next to the corpse, looked at the scenery, slowly taking it in. Taking her time she listed the details. For now not interpreting them, she didn't think enough for that, but she noted them. A corpse. Interesting. "Do you know the victim?" She asked Marcel.
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Sagitta stared at the slouched man terrified. Run. She needed to run. Otherwise she would end like the man. Her eyes focused on Price her fear vived in her face, her hand moved towards the door of the carriage. It probably wasn't looked. Slowly she shifted her weight, never looking away from Price. A doll. He needed a doll, not her. He would break her, just like they had broken the other two. She looked outside again. A forest, there in the distance. If she waited a bit, she was closer to the trees. And once she reached the trees she would be free.
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Wita tilted her head to the side. It took her a while to follow his line of thought. "I should return. They will miss me soon." She let go of his hand, look around tried to remember where she needed to go. With a sigh she pulled out a sheet of paper, with her adress and held it out to Marcel. "Which direction at first? I can find the way, I'm just ... not sure which way to start." She pointed to the left or right.
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============== We'll see. What do you propose to do? Miller wrote back and sighed. Hit two with a hammer? Almost incredible if he took into account that the adults had used guns. Still Edwin looked relieved, as if it helped him, that he spoke it out loud. So it probably was the truth. "Could you please describe the men you hit with the hammer?" @Eluvianii "You can create cake out of glowing light?" He shook his head. "Go ahead. Show me." @BookishOcelot
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"I was born on a ship like this one. I grew up on a ship. I visited planets, but I lived on the citadel, a station in the sky." Jessy laughed. "I never stayed on the earth for long. I was always up in the sky." Hopefully he could understand it. She felt like the concept of space, of planets and the endles dark between them hadn't quite reached him yet. Behind him, the voilett ball winked out of existence, restoring gravity for all.
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I don't think they are lying, if you take the sense of the word. Exchange demon for kidnapper and magic for gun - youths. Maybe it's easier for them to grasp, that their were taken by a demon, that they are heros fighting evil than to face a situation where they had to pick up guns and shoot those trying to take their friends away and judging their injuries tried to kill them as well. Miller wrote back, in what was hopefully a respectful tone. What use was another officer, if they questioned every order of his? the time to teach the young ones something was later. "So, you created the cake, out of thin air?" He repeated and looked at Leona. "Could you please explain why you did it, and if there was another car as well?" @BookishOcelot "And who of you fought actively against the... demons?" @Lord Furret @Hope Spren @AonEne ========================= Thorvaldson took some notes and then smiled. "I see. That fits our reports. So to sum up. Ben and Shana were kidnapped, as there was only one, Rob charged him, they managed to escape, Ben was injured. The rest of the kidnappers were waiting in the van and once there was trouble, the shooting started. The kidnapper had a dolphin tattoo at his neck." "Did I get that right? If yes, please answer a last question: where did all the cake come from? @Lunamor @I think I am here. @Wyndlerunner
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Mike scrambled over to the nearest corpse, knelt down and looked the man over for ammo. He gaged when he saw the ripped open stomach, smelled the stench coming out of the man's bowl. Without touching him, he stumbled away, the next one had lost an arm, the bone a stark white against the red flesh. Mike hesitated, then he forced himself to take a deep breath and quickly looked through the pokets, grabbing whatever ammo he could find. The next one and the next. For once the animals were quiet, left him alone, while he smeared his hand ins blood, while he searched corpse after corpse until he had enough to head back to Wes. He had killed. It was one thing to kill, but to rob the maimed corpses. Mike pressed a hand against his mouth, dropped the ammo on the ground next to Wes and used an arm to steady himself against a wall. A breath, try to calm your stomach, its only blood, you've seen it before. Another breath, only blood, it's only - Mike leaned to the side and vomitted on the ground, tried to wipe his hand clean of the stench of death. He was wrong. He was utterly wrong here. ========================== Zokora watched Deteca vanish and turned back to the breach. She pushed the injured ones behind, slashing at monsters left and right, moved fast and finally managed to let go of her thoughts. She had trained this dance for years, slash, duck, whirl around, block, slash, evade, kill. She focussed on those in trouble, but allowed herself to be carried away by the moment, by her movements, by the lethal dance. The breach was smaller than she thought, the could hold it for now. For now. It depended on Deteca, if they lost or if they won. If she didn't find the soulcaster. A part of Zokora suspected, that she should have stayed back, observed, give orders, but she didn't. It felt wrong to stay back and order others to their death. Not when she could heal the deep wound in her arm within heartbeats. Not when she was faster than all of them together. And so she danced, her knives catching the light, painting beautiful stars onthe ceiling, on the bodies around her. Her breathing became faster, but for now she was fine, she had trained enough to manage a short fight. to buy time for the soulcaster to close the gap. With a scream she killed another monster, accepted a blow to her legs that had her stumble, fall. The world looked strange from below, the feet, the blood, the screechies of the creatures. A hand pulled her back up, the injured man, she gave a curt nod and whirled around again, resumed her dance. @AonEne
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Wita listened to Marcel but his words lost their meaning when she saw the crytals on the ground. "Beautiful!" She exclaimed and knelt down, tried to touch them, but they withered away quickly. Disappointed she looked at the ground, hoped new crystals would appear out of nowhere, just like they had before. "Maybe." She replied after a while and got back to her feet. "I don't know a lot about magic." Smiling she took his hand. Thought for a while about her next words "Don't worry. It's just who I am.......... So many promised a solution", she tapped against her bracelet, "but this is a solution. Not perfect......... but it works." @I think I am here.
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Sagitta leaned back, unsure if it was wanted that she said something else. They were talking to each other, not to her, about her. Just like Price and the doctor had done. Slave. She felt sick at that word. Doing his tests to eat and sleep to regain her strength it was one thing, but to be talked about, to be expected to serve in his bed, to be a slave, it was something so fundamentally different that she had swallow bile rising in her throat. They hadn't locked the door. The guards, she hadn't seen any bows or crossbows, maybe she could jump outside, he'd taught her how to soften the impact. And then run. Run away. But where. Sagitta clenched her fists so hard, that she drew blood. She had nowhere to go. Nowhere to flee to. Nowhere but back to the kiling. Looking outside her shoulders sagged and she looked down at her hands again. Blood, so much blood, everywhere. Dripping down on the floor, staining her cloths. Everywhere blood. On her sword and her armour. So much blood. She stared at the small drops, saw something else, saw what she'd done and who she'd been. Quietly she wished that Price would give her a chance to ask question, but at the same time she knew that it was clever that he didn't. As long as she was lost, she would never escape. Sagitta continued to look outside, wanted to get an impression of the country she'd stumbled into, an idea of the world she'd ended up in. "Tell me about Tühine." She said quietly, not adressing anybody, but instead she threw the question into the room, let it hang there to see who would pick it up.
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Tournament: Cosmere Character Roast Battles
Sorana replied to Ashspren's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
Congratulations @I think I am here. Was an honor to loose against you! Your roast was awesome!! -
Mike quickly pushed his own gun into Wes hands and then started to run over the roof. There had been a battle going on, corpses, injured ones all around them. Lots of guns. He ran. As quickly as he could, picked up whatever weapon he could find, piled them up next to Wes. Five more. "I'll search for ammo." And he was off again, ducking under a piece of rock flying around. ============= I love you, too. She stared after him wished she could simply take him to Shadesmar, make sure he was safe. It felt final, like an ending. Acid. She only had to soulcast some acid. Don't die. She added and tightly wrapped a thought around him. She wouldn't let him die. No matter the cost. Her thoughts touched a drop of water and the aluminum she had soulcast earlier. Just a little drop, but once she changed it, she saw some smoke rise from the metal. Acid. So she got it right. Waiting. Now she had to wait, see if the leader really focused on Max, so that she could act. ================= Zokora stepped in front of Deteca, observed the fight. The wall. "Can you order the soulcaster to cut off their way back? We need to close the entrance first." In front of her, the young man with the bandaged shoulder stumbled, then fell to the ground and instinctively she inhaled. "Keep an eye on Deteca." She asked Sera and started to run. The stormlight gave her strength, allowed her to move fast and she rushed towards a monster moving towards him, slashed her knives about it's arm like features. She took a blow to the side, ribs cracking, then she started to heal again. Yanking her knives out of its body she aimed for its throat, but hit the shoulder instead. Kicking the leg she yanked her kinves free a second time. Avoiding another hit, she finally slashed its throat open and it fell on the ground. "Get back." She snapped at the young man. @AonEne
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Jessy stepped below him, to catch him should he fall, then stopped the forced keeping in the air. "I grew up on ships travelling the sky, between the planets. I don't fear the sky. But to be grounded, forced to stay in one place." She shurgged. "It doesn't work for me."
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Sagitta clenched her fists, then followed his order. She'd hoped to talk to him, to understand, but instead he'd walked briskly, headed to the carriage. Three prisoners, two guards. Price and his colleague. She climbed inside, chose a seat at the side. Now that she sat her leg hurt, and she touched the bandage through the cloth of her pants. Not bleeding. But still it hurt. Silently she stared at her hands, glad that Price would be coming as well. Slave. "How long is the journey?" She asked mostly to fill the silence in the carriage.
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"Rarely tap." She corrected him and swallowed, shook her head. Memories surfaced again and she quickly stored more. Her thoughts slowed, panic subsiding and she took another breath, steadied herself. "Zinc. Storing means .... I slow down." Wita rubbed her eyes, found them wet, looked at the tears in surprise, tried to understand what they meant. She made a gesture, unable to explain, because explaining meant remembering and she couldn't remember. She'd recalled too much already for a night. "If I think..... I remember ...." Her hand touched her ear, a mirror of her earlier gesture. Let him fill in the gaps by himself. Tiredly she closed her eyes, opened them again. "I never met a bloodsealer. Never met anyone like me."
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Sagitta made sure to take the bread and stood up, walked towards the door of the room. She kept her spine straight, didn't show a sign of weakness, gave no hint how uncomfortable she was with the situation. Still she was glad when she was back outside, away from their eyes, from the whispers. She waited for Price to follow, questions burning on her tongue but she pressed her lips together. Later. When they were alone. Slave. The word was like acid in her mouth. From prisoner to slave. Somehow she had managed to end up a slave. The slave of a scribe. No. Price would have told her. He'd offered food, treatment. She looked back into the room. He had been quiet, had let himself get insulted by a mere soldier. Tühine. She needed to talk to him. Ask her questions. Try to understand.
