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Zephrun’s Imperium

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  1. "I will kick you in the balls again if you keep doing that." She folded her arms. "What the hell do you gain by antagonizing me?"
  2. "You're just like my brother..." Rose mumbled.
  3. I was talking to myself, but whatever. Believe what you want. "Maybe try shutting up, that might help," Rose growled.
  4. HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAAY

     

    1. Condensation

      Condensation

      Ooh, that's the best one!

  5. Some memes I made... (spoilered for length)
  6. Okay, y'all know me, I find a new meme template, I have to meme... Spoilered for length:
  7. "Deal..." She slapped his hand away and, with a sigh, her arms folded sullenly, continued to walk. "Stars above, I hate you..."
  8. Rose stood fuming for a second, her face red. She didn't want to follow him, she wanted nothing to do with him. But seeing him hunched over made her feel a hint of betraying guilt. Hating herself, she trudged to follow him. "Don't ever pick me up again," she grumbled.
  9. Update: I finally started RoW. :ph34r:

     

    1. Chinkoln

      Chinkoln

      Yay! You will like it a lot.

  10. *pinky promises back* THE OATH HAS BEEN MADE, ANY TRANSGRESSION WILL BE REPAYED IN BLOOD - @The Ward's Guard
  11. We're talking about how mutations in DNA lead to differences in a person's phenotypes. Because obviously when a person Snaps, it's their DNA that changes, not their Soul.
  12. YKYASW you realize that you can use Mistborn as an example in a biology project and citing the Coppermind makes you irrationally happy.
  13. Star's gaze ran over all the characters around her. Each strolling, chatting, oblivious to the fact that at any moment a Narrator could come down and kill them all. That those evil gods who ruled over them without their knowledge couldn't care less that each one of these beings had a personality, a home, a family. It was absolutely sickening. She was ashamed to be one of them. Well, maybe I can help, Star thought as she walked. (Walked. By the Author, most Narrators had never had to walk more than a few steps...) But... how could she? The Narrators had control over a whole universe - no, hundreds of universes. There was no way she'd be able to protect it all, she was only one person. One Narrator, yes, but... It just wasn't possible. She hadn't even been able to protect her own husband, how could she hope to defend the billions of lives her kind threatened? Her eyes narrowed. There was a way. One she'd enjoy. She knew it could be done, she'd seen it happen. The Narrators deserved to die anyway.
  14. Nicolae fell asleep, snoring softly, his head on the table. ----------- When the sound of Nicolae's cups shattering resounded through out the hall, Riva jumped in fear. To her, shattering glass was a particularly terrifying sound. So sharp, so shill, so chaotic, and so... memory filled. Accidentally broken vials, her mother's anger... Times she'd buried deep. Her face red with fury, Riva stared at the creator of the noise. A servant, bah! For a moment, she toyed with the idea of marching over and demanding for his presence in her dungeon, but then realized that was probably incredibly harsh. She desperately needed to get out of here... The tension was palpable, the noises a whirlwind. And more than that, getting splattered, then rejected by the general had been embarrassing. The possibility of a damaged reputation made her skin crawl; if she lost the protection their fear allowed her... Visions of being torn apart by an angry crowd aroused her anxiety and her fingers trembled. If day came... she would have no chance of surviving it. When I die, I will die on my own terms, she told herself. My strength lies beneath the surface.
  15. The Hall had nothing left for Star. So Star left the Hall. She appeared in the downtown of an out-of-the-way yet large enough town. Her garb turned to that of a fashionable woman from the 60's, to match the rest of the place. The Narrational Plane was rather odd that way, in and out of decades with no coherence. The place where she'd lived with Maverick had been in a universe faaaaar less developed than the one she'd just appeared in. She'd loved the simpleness of her old home. The fairytale feel of living in the woods, the small cottage, the garden, the stream, the pretty peasant dresses... But for as much as she'd loved it, she couldn't go back to it. It would remind her far too much of what she'd lost...
  16. I posted this in a status update a few days and people liked it, so I feel obligated to share it here as well. I just imagined Kelsier immediately after getting a body again, breaking down the door to Marsh's house and yelling, “‘EYYYYY, MARSHY! He’s back! He’s bad! He’s beautiful! Heeeeeee’s KELSIER!” And then Marsh just grabs a frying pan in self-defense, like, "Be gone, demon!!"
  17. “No, miss, no. If you tried, it mighta make Ivian just mad at you... I doesnt want that.”
  18. “Oh, no, no. He doesn’t like you, miss, he ‘ouldn’t listen to ya. Best tuh just lets him decide. Ooooh, I won’t just be out of a job, I’ll be sent to the Raveness, I will!”
  19. She hissed at him, then, cursing, yelled. "Why do you care?! I wanna be left alone, you jerk! Don't you have the sense to let me alone to die?"
  20. "I'mma be out o' a job tomorrow... With those glasses, I'm done for sure, miss. Maybe that's a good thin'... Somethin' tells me, with you bein' 'round, my job'd become a lot harder..." He yawned. @Condensation
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