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Shana nodded, walked a few steps away from the others and for a moment did nothing but to look at Cassie. "You couldn't see Leona's blade." She stated calmly, more calmly than she felt. Then bade Mahad to move to her hand. "Cassie, can you see Mahad?" If she couldn't - only Radiants could see spren, but she knew about them. So she still was a Radiant? Whatever Cassie had done, it had been a consequence of her own actions. She had been so afraid that she had seen the need to speed things up.
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"Yes, of course." Zokora stood up, paid at the counter and then saw a pen lying there. She hesitated, then made a decision. Quickly she wrote down a number, her phone number and returned to Deteca. "Here. Should you want to chat again one day." She smiled at her, then inhaled, concentrated. The conversation had been great, she'd enjoyed herself. With the leader of TUBA. Still she smiled when she gently touched Deteca's arm, offered a hand to Neil as well. Maybe they could meet again one day. Talk some more. But for now, they had to return to their own guilds, their own duties. "We should work together, rebuilding." She suggested and then reached out for the realm close to theirs. She ripped a path open for them and brought them back, back to the city that was the center of so many lives. Back home.
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Sagitta listened to the conversation, to the words, the hate, and something broke. Easily, quietly, as if you'd snapped a stick into two. "Stop it." She said slowly, then moved, got to her feet, faced them both. "Stop it. Both of you." Her voice rose and for the first time since she'd met Price cold fury made it shivver. Her eyes rested on Zura. "That boy was a soldier. He was pressed into service by Cahaya, but that's something you have to ask your own chiefttains about. But he was a prisoner of war. You claim to kill only the soldiers, so cross the boy of your list of things to be furious about." Turning slightly to Price, she shook her head. "Every soldier, every guard has a family. They all will be missed by someone. Maybe you should take that into account before you start training. You will destroy the lives of people that never wanted to fight." Clenching her hands into fists she took a step towards them, pointed at them. "This is the real problem. That you both despise the actions of the other one, but they only reflect your own. That you act the same way and it is fine. Your hate. You are so blinded by hate, that you stop thinking, that you only destroy." She made a gesture to the countryside around them, then looked at Zura. "If it is alright to kill soldiers, then Price should be allowed to do so as well." She looked to Price. "If it is alright to harm the enemy to gain knowledge or to harm them, then Zura should be allowed to do so as well." A bitter laugh escaped her lips and for a moment she looked up, at the stars above them. When she continued her voice was softer, almost gentle. Maybe tired. "There are two ways to stop a war. Eliminate your enemy, or make peace with them. You can justify both ways. But believe me, it's not only the soldiers that die in a war. The brute of harm is done to those at home. Those that have to starve, or cry for their lost ones. Children growing up without their parents." She drew her knife, offered it to them. "I am a soldier. I killed more than I can count and crippled even more. I never liked it, but that hasn't stopped me. So if it's alright to blindly kill those fighting for their country - go ahead. I won't stop you." @Lunamor @I think I am here.
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Shana froze at the words and hurried after Cassie. Fury at herself, at her blindness. It was so easy, she should have seen it. Feeling slightly sick, she swallowed all of it for now, had to force her voice to be even. Her fault, her fault. She had failed again. She touched Cassie's arm, moved into her way. "We need to talk, please."
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"Can we try it out?" Shana asked. "In the yard, maybe?" Mahad laughed next to her ear and she grinned. One day, she would have a blade of her own.
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Shana laughed in awe and stepped closer, took a look at the blade. "That's great!" She exclaimed and stopped herself from hugging Leona. "It's beautiful!"
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Wita waved happily at the little fairy, when it darted to her, greeted her. "You are so pretty." She repeated again and tried to touch it. Strangely she couldn't. Her fingers just touched nothing but the air. She followed Marcel to the bus stop, a slight spring to her steps, when she wasn't able to hide her excitement at the prospect to investigate a murder. "We need a team name. Something cool, that shows that we belong together." Grinning she turned back, so that she could see Kira as well. The bus drove around a corner and she followed it with her eyes. It was long, bright red. Like a dragon. Her smile vanished and she continued to look at the bus, the dragon. Threatening it came closer, it's lights like ghosts darting though the night, its tires made strange sounds on the ground. then it stopped, the door opened and everything was back to normal. She knew about a bus. Carefully she stepped into it, showed the driver her card and pointed at Marcel. "He's with me." @Eluvianii
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Jessy had acted instinctively when she heard the call to take cover. Years of training had her grab Cheh's arm to drag him to the ground him her, then she dove towards the nearest cover. An electrical wave passed them, without any effects, and she knew what it had been before John talked to them again. "Good thing, you stole all of mine." She replied wryly, and stayed down for now. "We need to move, now. They know where we are, or at least have a very good guess." Urgently she pointed at the way towards the lake.
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I like the idea. A good game never hurts. Best case we can have interesting conversation while playing, and maybe cann see who of those that put forth a proposal to vote on tries to influence us. [x] Play a game of Tarachin with a few of the gods
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Sagitta jerked awake at the sound of a weapon hitting a shield. It was a sound that was deep in her mind, that had been burned into there, just as any alarm would wake her up immediatly. She sat up straight, reached for a weapon, found the tomahawk instead of her short sword, cursed under her breath and looked around. It was quiet. Zura had rammed her knife into the wood, that was the sound she'd heard. The two were talking, intensely talking, and she knew, she didn't want to get in the middle of that. Not right now, not after - she pushed herself up, wordlessly left the carriage and sat down on the ground, within easy sight of Price. Quietly she hugged her knees and rested her head on them, trusted Price to keep an eye out on the landscape despite his conversation. Fennon. She'd liked him. Had considered a life together with him, afterwards. She'd never loved him, not like the heros in the ballads did, but he had been a good man, and she knew, that he understood. That he would know when she acted strange, acted on something unseen. He would have known not to make a threatening sound while she was asleep. They all would have known. Going back. Even if she did, she had no idea, how she was supposed to lead a normal life again. To help her mother trading, to write bills and to count their wares. It felt empty, boring. As if all colour had been sucked from that prospect. Together with Fennon, maybe they would have been able to find their way back into something that ressembled normality. Her hand brushed over the grass, and even the grass felt different here. It was dry, not wet and juicy as she was used to. Home. The thought to do nothing, to get up in the morning and help her mother, a grey image, but at least a peaceful one. She missed the smell of the ocean, the sheep, the marshes, the wet ground that was so common where she'd lived. The slight rain, spraying over everything. It had rained almost daily. Just a little bit. Enough to wet your cloths, but it rarely really soaked them. Looking up, her hand touched the scars along her wrist, where the rope had scaffed her skin open again and again and again. The questions. How they'd asked them over and over, until her head was swimming, until her body hurt from the beatings. Suddenly the thought to climb back into the carriage was unbearable, to even move was daring. Her memories hung in the air around her, the explosion, Fennon's dead face, the screams of the wounded. Her hand grabbed her wrist again. Free, she was free. Sagitta exhaled slowly, stayed where she was. Teach Price and create something. Help him achieve his goal. He would regret it at one point, but still, it would be something good.
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Mike nodded and without hesitating turned around and ran towards the corpses lying around. They stank, after blood and electricity. He turned one of them around, stared at the half of the head that was left over and paused. There wouldn't be a chip admist this mass of bones and brain and - gagging he stumbled to the next one. Chip. Some chip. Reddish-brown. Mike searched, but there was nothing. Nothing. Just a lot of devices he had no idea what they might do. Fearful he ran to the next one, found almost the same devices, but again, nothing that looked like a reddish brown chip. With a curse he went to the next one, felt a gentle touch against his thoughts and stopped, somwhere between the corpses. A chip. He was searching for a chip. Returning to the last body he'd taken a closer look at, he tried to pry some of the devices open. How could he think, that a chip would be lying around in the open? He peered at the mass of cables, and put it aside, then looked at the next one. There was a chip, but it looked blue. His hands shook when he searched the body again, found a third device, but this time he wasn't able to open it. Fox lifted the device and bit down hard, crushing the plastic beneath his teeth. A chip was in there, and he simply took the device, together with the other two in his paws, back to Wes. He placed them on the ground next to Wes in a delicate row, stared at him with his slit orange eyes. So this was the little one Wolf cared so much about. Fox sniffed the air, then dismissed Wes, as non important. No threat. Slowly he moved his legs and arms, covered them in fur, changed his ears as well. He liked the body. It was strong, trained. @Sherlock Holmes
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Wita nodded happily, then changed her mind. "The bus is better." She stated, because a bus at night was an adventure. It was scary, as you never knew who you would meet, but she wasn't alone. Looking around she tried to remember where the bus stop was, and failed. She knew the stop, but to go there she'd have to know where she was first. Tilting her head to the side, she waited for one of the others to lead the way. @Hope Spren @I think I am here. @Eluvianii
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Althea looked down and then nodded. Finally, they had taken their time. An EMP. Preferably you only take out the enemies and leave out tech working. She texted back, tried to keep her touch to the spren around them. Exhaustion clung to her, like a weight dragging her down. Still she kept it back for now, fought it. She had failed already, she would see this through, do her best. Silently she wished, that she could do something else but stand here, that she knew how to wield her blade, that she had a good idea, anything but to bury that robot beneath tons of stone and metal. Which she couldn't do anymore. She had to use her remaining stormlight responsibly. Just die, vanish. She urged the thing on, knew that it wouldn't. ============= Mike stopped when Wes did, looked around, as if someone standing guard would do them any good. Happiness, joy, he hadn't realized that porcupine hadn't only been fearful, but also full of joy and quiet content. With her gone - he watched Lord Ajax defeat, but even that victory didn't banish the cold that had settled where porcupine had been. Squid wrapped himself around his fingers, tried to comfort him, but Mike only sighed. Squid. Little squid. Fox was lying in the darkness, observed him. He was patient, he had time. Mike's eyes widened when he saw snake between his paws. Snake, of course. She'd waited for a chance to grab control for a while. It took some effort to concentrate on the world around him again, but he managed. For now he managed.
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Zokora followed her example and checked the status. "Then we'd better return and try to see what needs to be done. Shelter for those without homes, basic supplies. Start a list what was destroyed, what we need to rebuild." Still she remained sitting, looked out at the ocean, at one of the ships. Return. She had to, but she knew that the ghosts would be there as well.
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@Dr. Dapper
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"To the lake. John will lead the way." Jessy pointed at John who was already moving. "And I suppose we should follow." Still she stayed, waited for the rest of the group to start walking. She would try to keep them together.
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Silently Shana watched, listened to Cassie's words. "Try it." She said slightly distractedly, her thoughts still with their previous topic. How easily they had changed it again, dismissed it. There had been some good ideas, but now - Cassie and Doc, and James she suspected were more important for now. She was only second oath, maybe they were right. Most likely they were.
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Sagitta continued to dream. Fennon's hand curled around her neck when he bent forward and kissed her gently. She leaned into the kiss, smiled when she felt him pull her close. He smelled like sweat, like metal, they had marched several miles today, and while he'd washed, non of them owned enough clothes to wash them all daily. Not that she minded. It was just the way it was. "There's a little clearing, behind the hill." He whispered breathlessly, his hand moving down her back, deep, deeper. Sagitta laughed at his words, and kissed him again. "So eager." Playfully she ran a finger over his chest and he tightened his grip. They both knew that this would end on the clearing, enjoy a short moment of respite, a moment without thinking, without fear of the next looming battle. And they were by far the only ones seeking some peace in their world of fighting and death. When she opened her eyes again, she was leaning forward somehow, Fennon lying on the ground in front of her. The explosion had ripped his legs of, partially opened his chest. He stank after intestines that had been ripped apart, after blood. Her lips were bloody from kissing him and she reached out, closed his eyes. "May creativity always remember your name, Fennon Innes." She spoke the last words and forced her lungs to suck air into her constricting chest. "You were a dear friend, and a great fighter. Always had my back and the best one to stand on my left side. I never learned your mothers name, but your sister Maari will always remember you. Your plate had a huge scratch close to your left shoulder, from the duel you fought against one of the nomad officers..." Never pausing she recalled everything she could remember, every detail, every deed and every heroic act. All around her, other voices rose towards the sky, told stories different, and yet so similar to her own. All of them had ended here. ========
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Yay!! If you want to know the details up front, I can add you to the planning pm. Otherwise you can allow yourself to be surprised, and of course can join the planning any time.
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A bomb. Another bomb. Why was everybody throwing deadly things around? Vesuvius, Sephtis, Althea groaned, then she closed her eyes and concentrated. She'd bribed the air earlier, and so it was easy to shove a handful of stormlight at it, encase the bomb in stone. It might be aluminum lined, but her stone was not. A grin touched her face when she snatched the stone and elsecalled it, including it's content away. @RayOfSunshine ============== Mike nodded, then he ran after Wes. Whatever it was, they most likely had to hurry. Cold slowly spread through his veins and he looked around. His eyes seemed sharper, and the sounds around him were louder, easier to - Mike cursed and stopped, stared into the glass of a door. Fox. Sly, devilish fox. He stared and stared, listened to Wes steps getting quieter. Wes. He reached out for wolf's need to protect him and acted on his need to stay close, his eyes changing back. @Sherlock Holmes
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Tournament: Cosmere Character Roast Battles
Sorana replied to Ashspren's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
Can I join as Azure? She acted on Roshar as well. Otherwise I'll take Navani. I can change that, once sign ups are over to make a team battle possible. -
"It just sounds stupid, speaking about it." Zokora smiled, continued to sip her drink. "Thanks for asking though. Most just think of an apology to go away."
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So I thought about this for a bit, and yes, I can see your point with exchanging the two powers. I am fine to add the variant ability without any additional points, if you need to touch someone for it to work. I won't change any of the other points, though.
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Wita nodded, put her card away, when the limping man agreed to take the car. So they would take the car. It was fine, she figured, more or less. A car was dangerous. She wasn't supposed to get into a car with strangers. "I want to sit next to Marcel. And I want to sit behind the driver." She took care of the most important thing first. Better secure herself the best seat in the car before anybody else thought of it. Marcel was no stranger. He had danced with her. "Do you have a green car?" Excitedly she looked at Quinn, but stayed with Marcel. Quinn made her feel afraid, despite him having a car. She would stay with the nice one. And the fairy if the fairy came along. @Dr. Dapper @I think I am here.
