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The guards incline their head in greeting, their hands never far from their weapons. "Welcome to the city of Oasis. What is the reason for your arrival?"
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"That is up to him." She looked at Mart who was playing with his bear, taco smeared over his face. With a smile she wiped his face clean. She doubted that a five-year old could help in any way but messing up the place, but in the end she didn't really care. As long as he had a place to stay, she was fine with him doing something. Mart tilted his head to the side. "Will you tell me stories?"
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Tournament: Cosmere Character Roast Battles
Sorana replied to Ashspren's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
I'll be back in the evening of August 4. So August 5 would be better. -
Good afternoon!
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The storm broke. Althea tilted her head upwards to catch the last drops of rain, the gusts of the wind, then she looked downwards, to where Max was fighting. He and Aylitha seemed to make progress and so she took a moment to calm down to find her center again. The storm. She loved the storm, but its effect on her was always unsettling. So many distractions, so many thoughts crossing her mind without any prioritization. She looked down towards the ongoing fight and as it seemed that they didn't need her - or rather, as she wasn't really sure what to do to help without hitting Aylitha or Max she took a moment to check her reports. It looked worse than she hoped, better than she expected. But then she had expected the worst case. Quickly she renewed some orders, dispatched her troops more efficiently and then she finally lifted her eyes, saw the city. It wasn't burning anymore. At least not on a large scale. The rain had drenched everything. Now without the storm obscuring all noises she could hear the fighting again, the screams, the shouting. Guns and the clatter of weapons. She swallowed, wrapped her thoughts around the stormlight she had inhaled. Her body was still glowing, for now she was good. Maybe everything was over once she ran out. Her hands shook slightly while she continued to stare at the destruction. She had thought it was over, that she ahd left it behind. That she had overcome her fears, the nightmares. She had planed to light a candle again soon and do nothing but look at the flame. Take this step. Get better. Face her trauma and go on. Somewhere she heard the noise of a building crashing, and she smelled again the clean air of the room where she had lost Max, where Septhis and taken her memories, her mind and twisted it around - Grateful for the rain she fled the roof, elsecalled down to Max, made sure she kept some distance. She wished she could touched him, make sure that he was real, that nobody was playing tricks with her mind. That he was here. Instead she tugged on their bond, placed a hand on a wall close by. The bond was here. Max was here. The wall was here. She had to be strong, had to fight her memories. She had spent so much time trying to avoid them, so much time shivvering in a corner when they took over, when they yanked her back to these endless hours of fire and blood and fear and pain. She had to go on. Had to find a way to live with what happened. Her fingers pressed against the wall. It was real, what was happening at the moment was real.
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Tournament: Cosmere Character Roast Battles
Sorana replied to Ashspren's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
Just fyi. I won't have a laptop close by starting wednesday, so please don't plan me in the next six days. I won't be able to post. Sorry, but without a keyboard and on a larp convention, that's not really possible. -
"I think all of us would like to go home." Jessy sighed and looked back outside. "Even the stars are different here." "If I were to pulverize that rock, could you control the little pieces? Maybe throw the dust in an enemies face?"
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Sagitta turned her head when he adressed her again, offered her a hand to get up. Silently she took it let him get her back to her feet. She forced a grateful smile on her face and inclined her head to the woman. Her fist touched her chest in salut. "Thank you for taking the time to see me." Turning to Price she made sure her cloths were covering her in a respectful way again and took a careful step towards the door. Her leg felt better now that it was properly bandaged. There was no limp visible when she took another step, and then waited for Price to lead the way. "Am I supposed to help with the travel preparations?"
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Her full name. He was using her full name. It sounded strange, coming from him and it occupied her for a moment, the raging strom blowing her thoughts on that minor, unimportant detail, like a leaf in the wind. He hadn't used her full name in a while. Max dropped inside of the building, but for now she stayed outside in the storm, slowly pushed herself back up to her feet, swayed in the wind. It was fine. The storm was her friend. It was glorious. Somewhere a gap in the storm appeared and she looked at it disappointed. If it spread it would mean, that she would have to let the storm go, leave it alone. With a curse she snapped herself out of her reverie and concentrated again. A wall. Sure. It was but a thought and a wall appeared right in front of the woman. Only then did she start to think about his other words, her htoughts already distracted by the storm again. The storm was good, it kept tham at bay, held them back. It was stronger, a place to escape the memories. If it vanished she still had what she'd stored so far, and after that - goosebumps covered her arms, when she steered her thoughts away from the memories again. Cities on the verge of destruction weren't exactly her forte. But at least nothing was burning anymore. Maybe that would help as well. Maybe. She flinched when she a loud crash somewhere behind. Or maybe not. It was a different city, a different building, a different year. Giving up she quickly threw her thoughts into the storm again, touched the rain, the roof with her mind. The spren. It was good that they were here. Spren were good. They were real. @RayOfSunshine =================== Mike stared at him wideeyed for a moment, then nodded, when the pressure in his soul subsided. "It's easier here. They are weaker without the storm." He told Wes and grabbed the hem of his shirt and pressed it between his hands to get rid of the water. It was slightly useless, more a gesture to keep his hands occupied, than really aiming for an effect. He was soaked completely. "Thanks Wes. Upstairs isn't it? I'll try to keep them back, I promise."
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Lena nodded. "Stay here as in, sleep here for a few nights, or as in, stay here permanentely?" She asked directly and looked at him curiously.
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Gratefully Mike leaned on Wes and followed him through the streets. They had to hurry. He started to run as fast as he could, now and then missing a step, when one of his feet changed their form. Stop. He begged them, wished they would simply leave him alone. Please. It’s important. Squid changed his little finger in return and gently hugged his hand. He knew it was supposed to be a nice gesture, to comfort him, but Mike hated it. It was his body, his hand belonged to him and not to them. His body, not theirs. Staggering next to Wes they took a turn and Mike stared at a huge building. Up, they had to get up. Inside. Inside would be better. Everything would be better as long as he got out of this storm. @I think I am here. ======================== Zokora nodded gratefully and leaned against a wall. “I wanted to thank you. For helping, and letting us in here.” She closed her eyes for a moment, before she looked back at her numbers, at the reports. “This is awful.” Her words were silent, more to herself than to anybody else. “Do you think there is chance, that we meet now and then? Judge the situation in the city, have an eye on what’s happening? That we work together to prevent these kind of things?” @AonEne
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Jessy sighed. "We discovered that we aren't alone. That there are other races, but the humans in the universe. At first we fought them - now we have some kind of treaty with most of them. We still fight those in the-" Pausing she thought of a good way to explain it. "you can think of it as a nation. We live more of less peaceful inside the borders, but outside of the, there are bandits and pirates, and we fight those. It's been a few years since we had armies on a battlefield. Right now it's tons of little skirmishes, while we try to protect our settlers. Sometimes we manage, sometimes we fail."
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Sagitta listened to them talking as if she wasn't even in the room. Her eyes looked at the inscription. Fight for his country, use a sword. She flexed her hands, felt no pain when the healer stiched her wound shut. She was usingh er instinct. Leaning back Sagitta stared at the ceiling. Fight for Tühine. She had fought for her country her whole live. She had given everything up to fight for them. Had changed the path she'd wanted to take. She had believed the calls for glory, for fighting proudly. But instead, she had found nothing. Nothing but pain and fear. A part of her knew, that she was exhausted, that her exhaustion led to these thoughts, but another voice asked herself, if she had chosen the right path. If she really wanted to go back to all this killing, the blood the pain. The wound on her leg would scar, but it wasn't the first one, and most likely it wouldn't be the last one. Subdued she simply lay there, let them talk about her. There was nothing she could do about her situation for the moment, and maybe she didn't want to change it. Stay here, just let him conduct his tests. It meant no enemy chargin towards her line, no burrying friends, no watching comrads die. Maybe the house of death would pass her for once, maybe faith would allow her a different way. Somewhere. Somehow.
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"About me." Jessy repeated, sat down on a stool. She'd understood maybe half of what he'd told her. Benders. Probably something like Biotics. Tribes, nations. He was talking about a single world, maybe even a single continent. "I'm in command of a ship like this. Larger, different technology, but it can cross the distance between the stars as well. I joined the army after school, trained and then was a part of the first contact war." Distantly she looked at a wall, seeing a different universe, different stars. "I was promoted, again and again, until one day it was back to training, and I left as an N7 agent." "It probably doesn't mean anything to you. I'm still a part of the military forces, it's my job to protect my home, my world. The humans living there. I am responsible for the ship, for those serving there. For those relying on my protection."
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Tournament: Cosmere Character Roast Battles
Sorana replied to Ashspren's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
I've won a round. Whoever voted for me, thank you so much!!! -
A hand grabbed her, lifted her up and she groaned in pain, tried to move away but failed. Another hand grabbed her hair, lifted her off the ground. Althea tried to breathe again, found she could barely move. Poison. She hated poison. For a moment she let herself float on the pain, in the darkness, that surrounded her, her eyes had fallen shut at some point. All around her were the noises of the storm, screams. She knew that Max was close, could feel him and for now that knowledge was enough. The hand shook her slightly, and she forced herself to listen. There was a voice. It was speaking. She’ll die. Threatening. It was threatening. Her thoughts blurred, and she had to force herself to concentrate. Max. It was about Max. She was used again. Fury shoved the pain away and she inhaled, found that she could breathe again. It felt good to breathe and so she took another breath and then another one. Max. Carefully she reached out for Shadesmar and elsecalled out of the leader’s grip, back to Max. This had to stop. They endless using her to blackmail him had to stop. Her knee hit the ground when her feet weren’t able to carry her body, but it was fine. As long as she was outside, in the storm she would recover.
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Shana’s fingers touched the rough asphalt while she tried to comprehend what was happening all around. Blue light, the police. Maybe. The thought eluded her and she slowly drifted off. Rob was speaking. Other voices, voices she didn’t know. Ben. Was he – he as with Rob. Rob would protect him. The thought calmed her and relaxed slightly. Pain. Pain blazing through her back, setting her whole body aflame. Mahad wrapped himself around her neck, invisible to those around them. Shana screamed, but only a small whimper escaped her mouth. Her fingers twitched, when she tried to move, tried to look around to see what was – Pain, so much pain. Her thoughts fled her again, when she drowned in the darkness crawling around her face. But she had to fight, had to stand up for them – The thought eluded her. The light. Blue flickering light. It captured her eyes, lulled her in, dragged her down, deeper and deeper. @AonEne
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