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Attayl pulled her hands away from his. He'd just told her to go, and it was alright, she figured, somehow it hurt, because she liked him, that he simply talked to her, people so rarely did. Her eyes fell on her hands and she realized she had intruded, hastily got to her feet. Looked around. Lance had carried Nerin upstairs, but had come down without her. Cold seeped through her bones when she realized what had happened when she remembered the way Nerin's head had hung, how her body had swayed with every step. She stared at Lance for a moment. Another gang, and this time they had hurt Nerin. Another corpse. Attayl grabbed her knife and stepped towards him. A mistborn. She'd never face a mistborn before, but she would now. They would have to leave, all of them. It was enough. Who was the next target, she, Brillin, one of the others? Grief gripped her heart and she suppressed another sob when she thought about her earlier words about a new way, about hope. They had been true, and they were discarded so easily. She took another step towards him, pointed her knife at him. Maybe she could do better, be better. Maybe, but not now. "Leave." she told him tonelessly. "Now. You have no place here, no right to stay." She gestured towards the direction his thugs had vanished. "I don't care about your show, about your little theatre. I know too much about this world to believe it. You don't care. You only want the money. If someone goes on with the parlor you will get it. Although I doubt anybody is crazy enough after Jeb and Nerin." Another step, the knife aimed at a vital point. "Leave." Her voice was even, like dead, her eyes dark. @Invocation
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"We can think of some good arguments later." Shana thought about the topic. "But it's hard. I don't agree at all." @I think I am here. @AonEne
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Thanks Ark! I lost.
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Just tell them, that we would like to combine our efforts. No traps, or anything, but I htink you already told them? Or maybe just go on? Tell them what we know and that's it. If they need help with something, where we can offer assistance just do it. I don't want to force anybody, I know we have a bad reputation for meetings. Zokora paused. Why was she trying to do that? She was the worst person to act a diplomat. She paused for a moment, read through it again and then hit the send button. Tena would know what to do.
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Mart jumped of the chair and hid his face in Lena's side. She placed an arm around him, careful to turn it so that her wound wasn't touching his body. Eve got to work, and she suppressed the urge to direct her, to tell her what she was doing wrong, instead she simply grit her teeth. For a moment she wondered if sewing a wound shut counted as drawing blood, but Alask had proposed it himself, so probably there was no danger here. She took a deep breath against the pain, despite the paste and the amphetamin, it still hurt. Less than it should, but it still hurt. "Thank you." her voice hitched at the end, when Eve set another stich and she made a gesture with her head towards the other jar Alask had taken out of her bag. "I've got some desinfect, and some clean bandages." For a moment her head swam and she had to lean against the table, take a deep steadying breath to regain her balance. Then another one. Try to ignore that eerie feeling, when Eve pulled on her flesh, the pain. "Are you hurt?" She asked Tels, mostly to distract herself, her voice strained. @Truthless of Shinovar
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"I could help you with the speech." Shana suggested, remembered how he had talked about his debating success eatlier. "What is it about?" She had to write an essay for geography, but that one wasn't due till wednesday.
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"My maths homework is only half finished as well." Shana shrugged. "Good thing is, I think I know what they want me to do by now. But I'm not sure if I can do it. Me and maths fit as good as me and water."
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Shana grinned. "If we make a fire for the Marshmallows, we could also make some dough, wrap it around sticks and bake that over the fire. Add some garlic butter and it's delicious."
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Zokora supressed a sigh. She wasn't his secretary. If he wanted a meeting, he could do it himself. "Of course." She replied despite her thoughts and wrote another message to Tena. Althea would be less than amused if she complicated the situation because of her pride. Do you think TUBA would be interested in a meeting? Lusk asked after a meeting will participants of all guilds, to plan and exchange information. And you don't happen to have some contacts in the DA as well? @Ark's Boyfriend Then she stepped over to someone on the bridge of the ship. "Councilman Lusk suggested to hold a meeting to exchange information between the guilds. Could you please inform whoever you need to inform for that?" @Grey Knight
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Zokora took the papers from him and read through them. Then she snapped some quick pictures and send them to Lusk as well. "I will go, meet with Lusk, make sure this lands in the right hands. Please keep an eye on that growing ball thing and don't let him go." She elsecalled away, back to the battleship. Hesitating she stared at his back for a moment, the wrote a quick mail to Tena and attached the video and the pictures she'd taken of the pieces of paper. Althea told me you're our contact to TUBA. This might be interesting for all of us. Could you please hand it over? @Ark's Boyfriend Then she took a deep breath and approached the councilman. "Lusk." Zokora was careful that her steps were loud enough that there was no chance he missed them and bowed deeply. "You might want to take a look at this. It's in your inbox. And if you deem it neccessary hand it over to the other guilds." @I think I am here.
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Mike followed Wes and Freedom up to the top floor, then changed back. He stared in awe at the large thing covering the room. "What's that?" He asked, his voice shaking. @Silva @Darth Woodrack ============= Zokora followed the Squad upstairs, and froze when she saw the Vortex. Stepping closer she felt it pulling on her stormlight and quickly stepped back again. "Good job finding that." She told Silva and then made a video for Lusk. We have a problem. Do you have any information regarding that thing? And maybe inform our allies. @I think I am here.
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"And jelly beans." Shana added. "And marshmallows. We could grill them tonight."
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Lena wordlessly shut the door behind him and locked it again. A deep breath to steady herself, over to the kitchen. Lena kept close to the table and then whatever she could find to place a hand on, to steady herself. Nice, she could be nice. She handed him a cup full of water and spilled some when her hands shook, then left him standing there. Her face softened when she saw Mart and Eve. It was good that he had found someone he trusted. She sat down again, reliefed to remove her weight from her legs, she didn't trust them to carry her weight right now. Turning so that Eve could see the cuts, she knew that she would see the shaking, the sweat on her forehead. She felt agitated, nervous, her heart still beating to fast. All side effects that would stop in a few hours. Gently she touched Mart's hair. "I can take him." She offered, although it would make sewing her wounds shut more difficult. =========== "We should search the ghost and become his friends." Mart decided. "Then he isn't lonely anymore and stops hurting people." He fell silent and moved closer when Tels stepped into the room. @Truthless of Shinovar @Silva
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Lena grimaced at the prospect of someone else entering the place, but she remembered her words to Alask. She would be nice. Even if it meant that someone else learned about her son. Getting up she unlocked the door, and looked at the man outside. She made sure to hide a hand behind her back, to cover its shivvering. The door made for a good handhold as well. "I am Lena. And yes, we have water."
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Attayl set her glass down and gently reached out for his hands. He was drunk. But that was fine, she knew drunken people. Most in the gang had drunk way too much alcohol. "Don't compare my pain to yours." she said softly, smiled at him. "You can't do that. What we experienced is so different, that you can't compare it." He hadn't spoken about his past, but that he was here, on his own, always travelling, it told a sad story as well. She looked at his figure, the way he sat in the chair, his face covered with his hands. "The thing with pain is, that we all experience it differently. What is easy for me, can be hard to you and vice versa. Whatever happened to you was bad enough that you sit here and drink too much, so I guess it must have been pretty bad." Gently she tried to move his hands away from his face, but left the decision to him. "You say you are a coward, but I think a coward is someone who chooses his fights wisely. Someone who values life more than death. It's not the proud and courageous people that change our world. They are the ones that get us into a fight, when they aim for control. It's the cowards and the learned ones that get us out of it. Those that think before they act." She nodded towards the compartment. "You could have stayed hidden, and nobody would have thought less of you. But instead you decided to leave it, to step in. And I'm sure you had a reason for that. You're not the type to act on instinct alone." "Don't make yourself smaller and weaker than you really are. There are so many types of strength, and killing people is the worst kind of them."
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Mart snuggled against Eve, the chocolate bar still in his hand. Some of the chocolate was melting, and he smeared it around his mouth when he took another bite. “The Ghost was nice before the fog came?” He asked curiously. "But why did it turn evil then?" He ate another bite of chocolate and then touched her arm. “My backpack is still in the dorm. Mrs Gabaldon will be angry, if I don’t have my homework ready tomorrow.” Pleading he looked up at her. “Can we fetch it? She is so scary when she’s angry. I wanted to ask mum, but she was so focused to get out of the school and through the streets…” A loud knock echoed through the room and he flinched, stared at Eve wide eyed. "Is it the ghost? Is he here to fetch me or my mum or you?"
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Shana closed her seatbelt and took Ben's hand. Smiling she looked out of the window. She liked them, liked them all. They were her family and she would never exchange them for somebody else.
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Mart happily unpacked the bar and took it in his hand. "Thank you." He smiled brightly at her, then his smile vanished abprubtly and he pulled up his shoulders, pressed the bear against his chest. "My mum was hurt by a ghost. It had a knife flying around. It looked like a monster. It wanted to trap us, but then she talked with them and it agreed to let us go. It had a face, like a monster from the stories Bob told at school. With a huge nose and a large forehead. It cut mum with the knife, wanted that she has to remember it and tell stories about it." He inched closer to Eve. "I don't know what's wrong with her other arm. It was like this when she found me. She ate some candy, and then her fingers started to shake." Pulling up his legs, he hid his face. It was forbiddem to put your feet on a stool, but he was sad and he wanted to hide. He feared that the ghost would come again, or one of the monsters that had hunted them.
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Shana followed him inside and then offered Ben her hand to follow. "James wanted to drive." @Lunamor @Emperor Stick
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Mart nodded relieved. His friends were safe. "I'm Mart. Can I have some cake?" He looked at the nice lady, clutched his stuffed animal with his hands. She seemed to like him, but there was this patch of blood on the ground and he avoided to look there. He knew that his mother was hurt, and so he held up his bear to the nice lady. "He is hurt, same as my mum." Sadly he touched the place where the arm of the bear had been ripped off.
