Lunamor

Another music joke: What’s the loudest pet you can own?

Here’s a basket that was woven underwater. I have a broken laptop.

Granted. Neither side of your pillow will ever be cool again. I wish for a friendly raccoon.

I got hit in the head with a soda can.

Jenny sighed with relief. Those words sounded good. Maybe Edgar was talking about waking up? She looked to Roy. ”YOU. SHUT. UP! I was doing fine until you attacked us, Roy. This is your fault, not his! Yours!” Her voice quieted to a normal level. Jenny took a deep breath, trying to extinguish her ire. ”Kylee’s gone, Roy. No one can change that. @RoyalBeeMage

He was talking. That was good, right? He still wasn’t aware, but something was still happening in his brain. Jenny couldn’t see his face since she was trying to stop the bleeding in his back. It wasn’t like she would be able to interpret whatever expression he had, anyways. ”I’m here Edgar, it’s ok. I’m ok.” He might’ve been talking about Kylee, but Jenny had no idea what she could say about that.

Jenny kept Edgar elevated and tried to staunch the bleeding with her arms. It wasn’t very effective; the gashes were too large for her to cover. She ran through potential options in her head. Harold was a son of Apollo, so he had access to healing magic. He might’ve never used it before, though. Aaron was a son of Demeter. Maybe he had some sort of life magic that could help? Rob was a satyr. She thought they might have healing songs of some sort, but she wasn’t familiar with Pan’s magic. Could Poseidon kids like Kasa heal others with water like they could themselves? She knew nothing. Jenny was useless. Everyone had something they could do to help sustain life. Everyone but her. I warned you, Jenny. Why didn’t you listen? @The Clarinetist @..... @Part Of The Narrative @Scars of Hathsin @RoyalBeeMage

Roy didn’t seem to be attacking, so Jenny turned her focus back to Edgar. He was alive, but she wasn’t sure how long he could stay that way. She yelled out at no one in particular, her voice frantic and breaking. ”Someone help!” She didn’t know what to do. Jenny was a child of death, not life. She carefully moved him so he was sitting up, then tried to pour some of her emergency nectar down his throat. @Part Of The Narrative @RoyalBeeMage @..... @The Clarinetist @Scars of Hathsin

I don’t believe that there’s any visible indication that someone is burning metals. For stuff like ironpulling and steelpushing, the blue lines extending out from the allomancer that only they can see could be a potential visual representation that they are burning iron/steel.

Jenny drifted in darkness for a while, mind pleasantly empty, before the silence was pierced by a booming voice. Roy’s voice. “HOW IN THE NAME OF THE GODS DID YOU DO THAT?” Her eyes snapped open and the present sensations returned. Grief from what she had done, anger from what had been done to her. Most of all, she felt terror at what had been done to someone else. Edgar was next to her, unmoving. Jenny couldn’t tell if he was dead or alive. She crawled over as quickly as she could manage, wincing at the sharp pain blossoming in her ankle. She gently shook Edgar’s shoulder in an attempt to wake him up, trying not to panic upon seeing the deep gashes in his back and the lightning burns covering him. She then moved to crouch in between him and Roy; she didn’t trust herself to stand without collapsing. Holding Sword in front of her with a shaking arm, Jenny spoke to Roy in a growl. “Touch him and you die.” @Weaver of Lights

That’s a good addition. In a similar vein: Times flies like an arrow.

Here’s a beheaded flower. I have an empty envelope.

What has four wheels and flies? (I like this one.)

Granted. Your hair is now seaweed. I wish for a cotton ball.

Another classic: Why can’t your hand be twelve inches long?

An x-wing is deployed, shooting down the TIE fighter and recovering the sandwich.

Here’s a hacky-sack (where’d it come from?) I have a fish.

The only time Chuck Norris was ever wrong was when he thought he had made a mistake.

Receives one of those wind spinny things. Inserts a hairball.

Granted. You get tackled by an NFL linebacker at random and inconvenient times. I wish for a foam finger.

Chuck Norris once ordered a steak in a restaurant. The steak did what it was told.

Here’s a classic: What do you call a toothless grizzly?

What should you do with a sick boat?

Chuck Norris doesn’t get frostbite. Chuck Norris bites frost.