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Shana nodded, ran after him out of the house. "Do you know where we can get that?"
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Sagitta nodded at Price' words. "We didn't really choose to end up here, but whatever the reasons, we did." She turned her head, smiled at Price, at the way he held his ledger. Study, he could study gods. He was no soldier. Maybe he would be one in the future, but he lived for his tests and his research. There was no reason, why he couldn't do both, but if you wanted to master what you did - then you had to concentrate, focus. She would see, maybe he surprised her. Her eyes wandered back to the undead boy and she shivvered from barely hidden disgust. "What happened to his soul?" She asked directly, because she needed to know. They were gods. They had to take care of these things, they were supposed to maintain order, not break it. Death was - death. Dead. A stop. No way onward. Just the end. @Lunamor (fyi)
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"Alright. Grab your keys and lets go. We need flowers, some vases. Some decorations. Balloons and confetti. A disco light." She grabbed another pancake and then reached out for her bag. "We'll just improvise when it comes to the colours, as long as it fits together it works." ============ @Lunamor @Hope Spren @Eluvianii
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Temeria jumped in surprise when something flew towards him, settled on his bowler hat. She had her sword half drawn when she realized that it was a spren, a firespren from the looks of it. Laughing she watched him inspect his hat, surprised by the way how he pulled it protectively towards his chest. A spren. Delighted she smiled at the little flame. It had been so long, since she last saw a spren. "I didn't know you had spren here. No, I mean, I knew you had spren here, but not that many." She looked over at the fireplace and there they were, firespren. "I saw a few, but they're spren." They reminded her of home. She had ignored them, same as everybody did. They didn't act intelligently, instead they were everywhere, attracked by - "Do you have something fire related hidden in your hat?" she asked surprised by the fact, that a fire spren was attracked by a bowler hat. "You should stay with your friends, not fly around alone. This is a dangerous place, maybe even for a little spren." She told it still smiling. The little piece of home warmed her heart. How could she have missed them earlier? She had been so occupied by the strange carriages, by the people that she had missed the one familiar thing. @MacThorstenson @Voidus
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"Can you and Leona take care of food and cake? Maybe plates?" Shana asked and looked at Cassie, then turned to James. "We can look after decoration and the music. Carry the tables around." "Does that work for you?"
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Tournament: Cosmere Character Roast Battles
Sorana replied to Ashspren's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
I won't get anything done in time, so don't stress yourself. It's already afternoon for me, and I'm busy this evening. Could we maybe push the deadline back a day, better two? I've started to work again after two weeks off and it eats most of my time to catch up with my mails and projects. @Paranoid King -
"Sagitta T'Sora." She replied immediatly when Sensation asked for her name. The urge to please him was strong, so strong that she sat down as well, put her branch away. When her hand left the wood she paused, the feeling gone again. Slowly she continued her movement, let the branch where it was. A god. Sensation. "Did you really create the stars?" She asked, looked at him directly. The reply of Negation made her suspect that the answer was a no, that all of it had been nothing but a tale. Most of the gods didn't care, had decided to leave them alone. "But why are you here? If you decided to leave us alone, why are you here, talking to us?" She added, suddenly hoped that her earlier question remained unanswered. Truth, sometimes a lie was gently, was easier. She didn't want to know anymore.
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Don't thank me for that! I had to give them a try, given how successfully you recommended Collective Soul to me
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Awakened objects then. Interesting. Despite the high amount of investiture in the Alleyverse, these were rare. That he spoke so open about them made her wonder if he was telling the truth, or playing some kind of game. Judging his tone, it was possible, but the way he easily included some facts, a more detailed description made her lean towards the fact, that he was telling the truth. Add to that the fact how he mentioned experiments as if they were something usual, daily task. Another member of the DA? Maybe. If he continued to be as openhanded with his information she would most likely find out. "Were you able to influence their personalities?" She asked carefully hiding her curiosity. @ElephantEarwax
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"Yes. We do it here. We have the space to host everybody." She smiled at Cassie and the nodded. "Alright, let's call everybody together, and then we can get this done?"
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Jessy nodded in agreement. "Let's get going. Standing around will lead us nowhere."
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"I don't know." She replied honestly, followed him down the road. "But I just wish I could sleep one night, just a single night without waking up jittery, with my heart beating fast. Without the taste of a nightmare in my mouth and the images in front of my eyes." Looking around she kept close the buildings they were passing, as far away from the carriages as possible. They were lound, and the whole city stank. Every city stank, but this one was the worst. She couldn't place the smells, but they were strong, like acid burning her nose. "I can see that I need my past to change, to become who I am, to find my path." she jumped slightly when an especially large carriage rushed past them, " but at the same time, I am not sure, if I'm even able to learn my lesson. I feel more like running away, like hiding, than like really thinking about them and working through what happened. Learning. I like to fight. To put my strength against someone else. That moment when you feel your heart pick up, when you loose all fear. When there is nothing but you skills left, and when you know that without them, you are dead. I like it." Her voice shook slightly when she continued, memories hanging in the air above her. "It's not about war, about a battlefield. About this senseless slaughter, where you loose yourself, until nothing is left but the sole urge to survive and you do anything for it. When you loose track how many you've hit, how many will never loose the battlefield because of you." Her hand tightened around the handle of her sword, when she held on to it, tried to fight what happened in her mind. "But a good fight, an honest fight, I like that, and I don't know where it leaves me, what kind of person that makes out of me. I should have learned that lesson, about killing, about lifting a weapon against someone else." @MacThorstenson
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Sagitta slowly made an inviting gesture towards the ground. "Sure, we can sit." She loosened her grip on the branch, but her eyes stayed with the gods. Sit and then maybe there would be some answers, maybe something else. A way to stop the wars, to save so many lives. Without the fighting they could prosper, teach the children something else but fighting. She took a step back but made sure she stayed in front of Zura and Price. Gods. She was talking to gods. And Öl her of them was Sensation. She had to ask if the tale was true. The stars. Had he really created the stars?
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Sorana ran over to Luna and quickly offered her more ammunition, no need to get into a fight now. But maybe her little paper airplanes could help. She waved apologetically, whispered a see you later as she would have to sleep soon.
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"Don't apologize." She stepped towards the door when he held it open for her, but turned towards him before leaving the house. "Not for something like that." Speak, she had to explain, had to try to explain. Obviously he had interpreted her awkwardness in a wrong way. Nervously she looked at her hands, turning the situation this way, then that way. Finally she looked up into his eyes. "Most nights I wake up at one point or the other. I tried to forget, but I can't." Lifting a hand she could almost see the blood on there, hear her mother's voice. Not good, never good enough. "I don't want to pretend that I can understand. I know I can't, not really, I am twenty, not," she made a gesture indicating a much higher number, "But I don't think, you should apologize for it." Lowering her eyes again, she smiled gratefully, then stepped outside, her mother's voice reminding her, that it was impolite to have him hold the door open for her that long. @MacThorstenson
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The Good News Thread: I'm So Excited! And I Just Can't Hide It!
Sorana replied to traceria's topic in General Discussion
East coast. We fly to New York and then it's a few hours to her place. -
Temeria watched him go, flee. She looked down at the key stepped out of the room and locked the door. She lifted the flask to lips and sipped, grimacing when the sharp alcohol ran through her throat. It was a familiar taste, just something you did. Running sober into a battle, no it was easier when you lost some of your inhibitions. She closed it again pocketed it and slowly followed him downstairs. "I am sorry." She apologized quietly, "I didn't know." She tried to think of something else, something that would show him, that she understood, but everything that had happened to her felt - insignificant. Her troubles with her family, her doubts, those she killed. He was so old, there was nothing she could say, even to think that she knew about situations that dragged things up, that made you turn around and flee. It felt assuming, as if she was pretending. Awkwardly she shifted her weight from one foot to the other while she tried to come up with something good. She really had a talent to mess things up, she'd only wanted to thank him. "So, maybe we should go?" She asked carefully, hoped that she wasn't conjuring up another trauma. @MacThorstenson
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Temeria followed him the stairs. "Across from the library sounds great." Smiling she walked to the room farther away from the stairs and opened the door. When she stepped inside she was greeted by a room, that immediatly felt good. It was hard to describe, but she felt welcome. A good place to stay for a while. She sat down her backpack next to the bed and placed her coat over a stool. "Thank you." She addressed him again while she buckelt her sword belt around her hips again. "For taking so much time for me. I really appreciate it." A grin touched her lips when she pulled a flask out of her pocket and offered it to him. "Freshly imported from Hallandren. Not that bad actually." @MacThorstenson
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*points at a piece of chocolate fleeing from cucumbers*
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Mike poked Wes and Seom excitedly into their sides. "They're starting." he whispered as he hoped that he wouldn't disturb them. Despite everything, it was nice to be here. To see his friends and the excitement, the curiosity in the room latched onto him as well. They would party afterwards. For get about all hardships, and maybe he could forget about fox and snake. Maybe he could simply exist and be good for day, maybe for an evening. @I think I am here. @Sherlock Holmes
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"Hello Adren." Althea replied, not changing her face when he introduced his earring and cleaver. "And hello Mercy and Adren." He was a strange, a unique one in this mass and he interested her. If he felt the need to introduce his voices - it hinted either at a mind that was broken nearly beyond repair, or at some kind of intelligence in the objects. Maybe even a spren that stayed close to them, or used them as cover. Quickly she looked him up and down, tried to discern if he was a threat or not. She would have him in her back at one point or the other, to know if she had to expect his cleaver in his back at any time would be valuable knowledge. "What are they?" She asked refering to his earring and cleaver, careful to keep anything but polite curiosity out of her tone. Just enough to hopefully spark a reply, not too much to seem threatening.
