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The man led them to a table for two and Temeria unbuckled her sword, leaned it against the wall next to her seat. She made sure that no thief could easily run off with it, but that it was withing easy reach of her hand. You never knew. She removed her coat and then her gloves, both of them to the shock of the man. He stared at her bares hand, then blushed deeply and stifly walked away to fetch two menus. It had been unneccessary, and she knew it. It wouldn't have hurt to continue wearing the glove, but at the same time it had irked her to shock him, to point out, that she didn't belong to this culture anymore. He returned shortly afterwards carrying three menus. Twice for women's food and one, which he pointedly placed on the table in front of Temeria as well. The colour was different and she didn't need to read the inscription to know that it was the menu for men. "Thank you." She replied politely, maybe a tad too polite and he left, gave them the time to pick out some food.
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Shana lowered her weapon, accepted the blow on her arm, without moving out of its way. It hurt, but it was only a dull pain without the sharp cut to it, that spoke of a severe injury. She lifted her arm, showed him, that no damage was done, and and then changed her grip on her staff. "I'm sure you can do better than that." Her voice was calm when she concentrated on the fight, on the movements, on her body. She liked it, liked to move, a fight was like a dance, and one she greatly enjoyed. "Don't be worried. I suspect that I can parry most of your attacks. If you have to fight for a friend's life, you have to know what you do. You won't learn that by going easy on me." She tried to reassure him, but knew, that if he didn't want to, then she wouldn't force him. "It's up to you. I am fine with a slower pace." She added softly, wished that he would stay. She rested her eyes on that point between chin and chest and swung her weapon at his legs. She made sure that he could see her blow coming, but moved fast enough that he would have to move and react, if he wanted to avoid getting hit.
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I think we could handle that as in real life. Some would be for buildung the city, some against. Actually it might be great to rp someone who is against the whole project. It makes a great arc that inevitably ends in failure. The failure could be softened by having a smaller impact on something like where the city is in the end, or where a special building is located or things like that. But that only is my opinion, I don't want to intrude on inner guild politics or something
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"No." Temeria shook her head and then leaned over. "Honestly I suspect, that it will taste bland in comparison to what I've eaten during the last years. I just want to give it a try." She continued to walk along the street and then smiled at her sister. "I want to see, if I still like it, if something is left?" She added as some kind of explanation. The food was something she had here, something she could try easily. She had changed so much, she wanted to see if she had lost the one thing she had loved at home. She had missed the food, sometimes the spices were too much, so strong that they covered the food itself. It was a try, nothing more.
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Talk to the cleaver. Hear its voice in her head. Althea hesitated. She was curious, incredibly curious. A type IV awakened object and she had a chance to talk to it. Her hand tightened around her jacket when she tried to convince herself to do it, to say yes and to give it a try. Another voice in her head. If Adren said the truth, then it was onlya conversation, just a harmless, time-limited conversation. If he lied, she knew what a voice was able to do, knew how much damage someone playing with her mind might cause. Althea had to force herself to stay calm and project her usual neutral face. She wanted to jump, to take the risk and to give in a try. Such an opportunity would most likely never come again. A new voice in her head. She swallowed at the thought and closed her eyes for a second. "I'm sorry." She started slowly. If she trustedhim, really trusted him, then it would be different. She could only do this with - Max. Theonly person she trusted enough was Max. "I'm not too fond of voices in my head." She added as a weak explanation. "It's personal and has nothing to do with you, or with you offer." But it would be personal. Now that she'd declined she most likely ruined their relationship. It was diffocult enough with their guild affiliations, declining such an offer could be interpreted in so many harmful political ways, or he didn't take it as a political statement and simply accepted it as a personal decision. "Thank you." She added. "It's an honor that you offered, especially as you name the two your friends." @ElephantEarwax
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She relaxed further when he tightened his arms around her, kept her eyes closed and gave in to the situation, the hug. He didn't ask for something, he didn't expect anything. And even more important, he didn't dismiss her. Without moving she stayed like that, the terror slowly subsiding, leaving her alone. The air was cool, not scorching hot and it was quiet. No screams, only his voice, telling her that is was alright. They had everything. She tried to remember, but her words, her conclusions were muddled by the fear and while she suspected, that she could remember, she didn't push herself. There was no need to, Marcel had listened. Wita shuddered slightly when she remembered, the fear, the pain, death staring into her eyes but then it subsided and surprisingly stayed away. She took a deep breath and then another one, a stale taste in her mouth like a last reminder. Her arms closed around him in response to his hug and she held on to him tightly, grateful that he was here, that he hadn't taken the information and left. Slowly she moved a little away from him, looked into his face, into his eyes. At least one eye was red beneath his lenses, but it was secondary. He was a good man, and he took her seriously. Wita hesitated for a moment, surprised by the calm in her mind, by the fact that she could stand here, just like that. And then she jumped, grabbed the moment and started to speak while she could think, while she could really understand his answer. "I'd like to be your apprentice." She told him calmly. "I know that usually I am slow, and I don't know if that will ever change. But I can learn, I only need some time. I am a good cook and I could take over other chores to pay you back." She continued to look at him earnestly without that stupid laugh she so often bore and without the wide eyes she'd shown while tapping. For once she was as close to herself, as she had been in years. "I want to be more than just a stupid cook. I want to do something usefull, I want to learn."
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Temeria observed the spren playing while they walked away, enjoyed the sight. She felt a pang of disappointment when it suddenly vanished, but as it didn't appear again after a while, she looked away from the little place and down the road Aln had indicated. If she kept her eyes open, she might discover another one. The thought made her smile, in Roshar she had ignored spren just like everybody else, here they suddenly were something familiar, something she looked forward to discover. The signle fact that they existed made this world a lot friendlier than Nalthis. She tried to see the restaurants her sister had mentioned, but could only see some lit signs, most of them in a skript she couldn't read. One of them showed a bread, so it was maybe a bakery of some sorts and another one had a little bowl with some colourful contents. She wasn't really sure which food that was supposed to indicate, but it was a new world and she didn't expect to understand everything immediatly. "I haven't eaten Rosharan food for years." She replied after she considered the question itself. It would be nice to eat it again, she had missed some of her favourite dishes and hadn't been able to find the fitting incredients or spices to cook them. Looking at Aln she suddenly feared that her sister didn't want to eat something from Roshar. She hadn't returned home, so maybe she'd cut all ties and didn't want to go back or remember. "But we can eat something else as well. I have no real idea what you can eat here, so picking one is difficult for me." She amended her choice and gave a weak laugh in an attempt to gloss over her mistake.
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The Longest Thread (Misadventures)
Sorana replied to ElephantEarwax's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
The one surviving Mudkip remembered times when it still had a friend and master and silently wished that friend would come back. -
*wins silently*
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I'm in the last chapters of The Burning White and so far it has been brilliant, my plan is to finish it today after work. I was a bit disappointed with the 4th one, but so far the 5th one is so much better than I expected, I haven't read the ending yet, so I'm still a little careful. The ending can destroy a lot for me. I'll probably go back to finish City of Brass afterwards, had to take a break for Lightbringer 5.
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"Yes." I offer him a few fruits and then sigh. "I saw several others this way." I point back to where I have come from. "There was a fight, but I don't know who won, or in what state they are." Sitting down I bury my face in my hands, realize only after I've assumed the position that it makes it easy for him to finish me off. If he wants to. "I'm a monster." I whisper and wonder if I will die now. I would have earned it, but I'm not sure if kenod is as bad a person, as I am.
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"Here you are." She handed him the corresponding training weapon. "I should be able to help you with it, usually my staff has two blades - " she grimaced, held up the training weapon in her hand, "but I might have destroyed my training weapon, and unless you prefer sharp blades, I'll go with a staff for now." She headed over to a shelf and handed him a little bag full of crystals. "Feel free to throw at me, what you can." She told him, "Unless we use sharp blades serious injuries aren't to be expected and should something go wrong, we've got Ben as backup." He seemed insecure, so she tried to scatter his worries, hoped to show him, that she could deal with whatever he chose to do. And she chould. Worst case was that the training ended like her duel with Rob, and that was highly unlikely. If only because she didn't plan to use Division at all. Depending on his skills she maybe would even refrain from using Abrasion as well. There was no use if he ended on the ground within a second. She wanted to move and if it meant to restrain herself, then she could do it. She had feared that nobody would agree to train with her again, not after she and Rob had nearly killed each other. That they had agreed to go all out - she shook her head to shove the memory away. Bouncing slightly on her feet she moved to the empty space in the middle of the room and waited for him to join her. "So basically you try to get at me, and I try to get at you, and once we're tired we can stop." She distributed her weight evenly between her feet. "You can start it, once you're ready." @AonEne
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"Sure." Shana headed towards the stairs, happy that he'd agreed. Beginner or not, it would help her. And hopefully him a little as well. "You can use your surges if you want to." She offered and smiled at him, when she opened the door in the basement leaned her weapon at the wall. The smell of the room calmed her and she took a deep breath, looked forward to the exercise. "What weapon will you use?" She asked him while walking over to the rack with the training weapons and picked a staff. "I can use a staff best, but I also train without a weapon. You can choose what you want to, I simply might not be able to offer much advice."
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I pluck more fruit from the cactus.
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"Kenod. I'm not too good. And you?" I walk over to him, awkwardly gesture with the sword. "Sorry, I don't know how to collapse it." Holding out the parachute I offer it to him. "It just landed, I don't know if it's for you or for me."
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Lena smiled slyly at Zyn when she noticed him giving his bowl a careful look. She didn't say anything, but took a bite from her plate and then touched her fork against the pot. They were all eating the same. She could have prepared his plate, but as she hadn't known that he was coming, it would have been a gamble. And while she liked to gamble, she didn't plan on killing anybody in the Forge as long as Mart was there as well. Nor did she serve poisoned food here. "I suggest we leave after we're done eating?" She asked and watched Mart show Eve a drawing he had painted earlier the day. It depicted them all, standing around the Forge and he had even included the Haunt. Or rather he had added several dark spots next to each other in a corner and she suspected, that he had meant the Haunt. His fascination with that creature - she couldn't quite understand it, but she hoped that it would end when he grew up. The invasion had been traumatic, that he told stories to an empty window was probably a harmless consequence of the things that happened. @Voidus @Silva @I think I am here.
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She felt the arm around her shoulder, listened to the voice talking to her, it was quiet, calming. Shivvering she moved closer tried to get away from the flames scorching her skin, tried to find a place to hide. Her mother was screaming for her to run away, then her screams changed, until the were full of pain and desperation. The screams. Wita lifted a hand to cover her ears, but they didn't stop. They were still there clinging to her, just like the voice did. There's no fire. The voice said and she wrapped her mind around the thought, followed it to the wall, to the arm holding her close. She stopped screaming, found the strength to stop tapping and closed her eyes. Sobbing she burried her face against the man's chest. There was no fire. No screams. She repeated it again and again in her head. Just them. Gradually she relaxed a little, when the memories subsided and left her weak and shaking behind.
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Ophelia stared at the food in surprise, then she inclined her head gratefully. "Thank you." She took a first bite and it tasted delicious. "Thank you so much." Hastily she took another bite, then another grateful for the first warm meal in days. It was warm and it smelled so good the she paused, only to take a deep breath, savoured the smell of the food. "It's fantastic." She smiled at Ana and then hastily continued to eat, took one bite after the other, chewed, swallowed and then took immediatly bit into the skewer again. She didn't look up again until the food was gone, and then licked at her fingers to get every remaining crumb as well. She paused when she realized that all of them had to be observing her and slowly lowered her hand again, suddenly embarressed at the way she had stuffed the food into herself.
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The voice, I recognize the voice. "It's me!" I reply without realizing that me is not a good reply when it comes to identifying yourself. "You're still alive." Relief colours my voice, then is replaced by dread. I lower the tip of my sword and wait for the other tribute to step out of the cave.
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Althea politely declined the cookies with a gesture, some things were worth taking a risk, and some things weren't. She took another bite of her chocolate cake, glad that she had found the time to pack some and considered his offer. Talk to his cleaver. She was curious, wanted to give it a try, but the thought to allow the cleaver in, to hear its voice in her head made her skin crawl. "It can only talk? Nothing more?" She asked carefully, tried to figure out if she could deal with a voice with someone talking when there was no danger of that person, or cleaver in this case, to assume control or to look through her memories.
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Shana stepped out of the shower her skin red and feeling slightly raw, but she felt better. At least the blood was gone. Slowly she dressed, realized that she had picked up some training cloths and simply put them on. She grabbed the whole bunch of blooy torn cloths and left the bathroom, walked downstairs and dumped them all into a bin and then just stood there for a moment, unsure what to do next. She didn't really feel like sitting down, needed to move, needed to do something and so she headed outside to retrieve her weapon, saw Rob and Ashlyn talk again. Quickly she turned away from them, unable to keep a snarl of her face and headed inside, her fury making her steps hard and loud. She was heading towards the stairs when she saw someone sitting alone in the living room and paused. Alone was no good sign. Not after the attack. "Interested to train?" She asked Edwin, although she knew that it meant that she had to hold back. She didn't really mind, she could senselessly hack a few training dummies to pieces afterwards and some company would be nice. The only person around that had a chance to make a stand against her was Rob. And Rob was busy. Again.
