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James seemed better, although she didn't quite follow his "things need to die in order to grow" philosophy. In the end it didn't really matter, as long as he was better, as long as he found a way to deal with what happened, then it would be fine. They would be fine. She paled when she saw his hand and jumped to her feet. Grey. Grey skin. She knew what it meant, they all knew. It was bad, really bad. "Ben." She screamed his name and rushed to the door, opened it. "Ben, James is hurt." She clarified and tried to think of something ,anything she could do. Grow. She didn't grow. She only destroyed. And she that meant she knew, she understood. It only made his injury more scary. @Lunamor
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Jessy wordlessly followed.
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Then I can post the finished blanket here
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Jessy paused, listened to the conversation. Failen's words hinted at something else, and she finally admitted that she had no idea what to do. Silently she observed Cheh and Failen without knowing if she should do something as well.
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How much did a haircut cost. Ophelia tried to come up with a number and finally setteled with something she really needed. "A warm meal." She told the sailor and smiled a little at him. A warm meal. And if it worked and she really got another one from Ana, that made two meals. Enough to survive the day. "I would never ask for your breath." She added with a sincerity to her words, that made them stand out, that rang loudly in her ears. "Never. Not for a haircut, not for food, for nothing." Not after everything that had happened. Not after she had been betrayed like that. Once you lost it, only then did you know how much it had influenced you, how much light it had added to your life. Disappointment settled heavily on her shoulders when Ana declined, and she looked at her hair again, knew that if she only allowed her to spend a few minutes on it, she could so wonders. More if she had some time, but a few tiny improvements. She sighed and accepted the no, felt sorry for the short strands of hair. It was rare that hair had such a beautiful colour, that looked so healthy, with so little care. Still she didn't adress it again. A no was a no. You didn't press when there was a no. Everybody knew that.
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Mart looked up when Eve entered the room and smiled happily at her. He liked Eve. She was nice. And she had told him a story. A good story. Not like the one the scary man had told him. The lonely scary man. He jumped to his feet and hugged her tightly, then lifted the book he had been writing into. "I have to write a story." He told her brightly. "Do you want to hear it?" Without waiting for a reply he added. "It's for the lonely man. I thought that maybe, he would like to hear a story." ===.=== Lena stayed where she was when Eve stepped into the Forge. She would realize what they were planning soon enough, maybe even agree to come along. She smiled when Mart immediatly started to speak to her, he was talking about her endlessly. Miss Eve, he called her, and she was happy to see that he had found someone else he trusted. "I agree." She turned back to the matter at hand. "Let's scout and then we can see what happens. It's a great guild. They will have some valuable stuff and even if they don't have the fabrial, we can always steal something else, sell it and afterwards buy the fabrial we need." Excited she smiled at those at the table, and at Eve as well. "I think that it's worth a try. We played things nice long enough." It was no fun to focus on the criminals on the streets. They made good targets for experimentation, but they were useless when it came to a real heist. One that made your heart beat faster and that challenged your skills. A real one. "Do you want to come along Eve? We're planning to rob a guild." She asked the your woman and gestured towards some cake standing on the table as well in a silent offer to grab a piece. @Silva
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Shana closed the door behind herself, when she noticed Ben heading off to his own room. She wouldn't have minded if he followed them, but she appreciated that he allowed for some space at the same time. "Of course." She replied and sat down on the ground. He'd killed. For a while she was silent, absenty minded plucked at the blood that covered her hands. It had dried and she was able to scratch it off in tiny little pieces. She considered to ask what had happened, but then decided against it. She could probably, but there was not need to. He had killed. "There is no way back for them." She started slowly. "Once they are corrupted, they grow more and more evil, their eyes shining more and more red. I try to tell myself, that it is mercy to kill them, so that their blood is on my hands and not the blood of their victims as well." "It's the crux with corruption. We don't know who they were. Maybe they were good people. Maybe they only made that decision, because they saw no other way. Like Cassie, when she asked for a boon. Maybe we do them a favor, stop them from doing something, they would never have done without the voidspren." @AonEne
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"Torenat told me." Temeria replied, her eyes still staying with the little spren. It reminded her of the one she had seen earlier with Mac, but it had played with fire and with the bowler, this one played with sticks. A Dustbringer. She had heard stories about smoldering planes, about great and fearless fighters. The children might be a good pick, they were already training how to fight. She wondered how it would be to be a Radiant, one of these legendary figures said to save the world and to make a stand against the Voidbringers. She forced herself to look away from the spren, turn to her sister instead. "How is it to be hero?" She asked with honest curiosity, wondered at the same time why her sister was here instead of fighting on Roshar. The fight was her duty, wasn't it? If she led a guild, she had to have the means to go back and to fight herself.
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"Of course." Althea replied calmly. "I need to catch another specimen for Karin, so I can easily catch another one for us to use for research purposes. They are attracked by Investiture, so I doubt it will be hard to get our hands on another one." He placed his hand on the cage and she suppressed a smile. Still afraid, but offering the Kalea to him had been the right idea. "Judging it's physiology and it's skills, I suspect that this race survives by large numbers, so that they can afford to loose individuals to predators." She explained to reassure him and hoped that this would reassure him that it was no trap. For a moment she wondered if she should mention the dorms, show that she knew about his past and then decided against it. "I personally think, that you should keep it." Leaning towards him she lowered her voice. "You decided to join an expedition with various members of other guilds without your squad, without anybody knowing." she didn't add anything else. Left the rest unsaid. That maybe he needed a friend that loved him without any conditions. An animal was no spren, but she figured it might serve the same purpose.
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Shana followed him inside and looked around, curious about his room. Rob's was sterile, Ben's neat but comfy, her own a mess. She had wondered about James room already.
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Shana wordlessly asked Ben if he wanted to come along, then she gently took James arm. It was good to feel his warmth, to know that he was alive. If she lost James, or Ben or Rob. Her throat constricted even thinking of that. Her fingers brushed over the wet spots on her shirt where James tears had soaked a shirt and she felt oddly at piece. Numb maybe. She had killed. But now she could help a friend. One step after the other. She led him back to the house and then upstairs to their rooms. Her thoughts whirled around, she felt cold and empty, the blood on her cloths slowly drying. She opened the door to his room and then paused, waited for him to step inside, unsure if he was alright with her following him, or if he wanted to meet in a few minutes.
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Shana shook her head, continued to rub his back. "Come. Let's clean up and then we can talk about this." She closed her eyes for a moment then opened them again. She wasn't sure how to help James, but she would try. She had to. He had tried as well.
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She shook her head. "No." Gently she caressed his back. "Nothing makes that better or easier." Tightening her grip she tried to forget their faces.
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"Give me a moment?" Shana asked Ben and turned to James, wrapped her arms around him. He'd killed. She felt sick at the sight of him, at the memory of those she had merciless slain only minutes ago and yet it hadn't been enough. She should have killed that one as well. "I'm here." She whispered, held him close. There would be a time for words - later.
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Ophelia shrank back at his offended glance, cowered a little. "I'm sorry." She started and shook her head. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. It was never my intention to offend you, I only, I wanted - " She fell silent when she realized that he had resumed speaking after letting go of his pose. Pay with. What did he want to pay, he had been so offended about a trim of his beard, so why should he talk about coin? Unhappily she looked at her feet, wished that she had never tried to find a customer. Obviously she was even worse with that, than she had expected. She had thought that it would be easy. Shop up, demonstrate your skills, have a place to work. The last days showed easily, that she had been wrong. That she had no idea about anything outside of being a nice and quiet servant. She was still clinging to her bag, tried to figure out why he had mentioned money, when she felt like slapping herself. "So you hair?" She asked timidly, hoped that she wasn't trespassing again, or that a sailor's hair carried some virtue as well.
