Lunamor

¿Vamos a hablar en lenguas diferentes ahora? ¡Este es muy loco! (hablo un poco Español pero no soy muy bueno con la lengua) *ganado*

Renarin?

"Bother." Luna yanked the knife out of her back and began using it to try and break free from the giant crocodile.

Ben walked inside the garage and made himself look at the Voidbringer. That person- could it still be considered a person?- was a part of something that had almost killed his friends, himself, so many times. He would murder every last person in the house if given the chance. Somehow he still felt bad for him. Having an evil spren inside of you must feel horrible. He didn't even know if the man had bonded with it willingly. He walked up to him, flinching when he looked up at him. Perhaps he could help him, break his spren bond. He knew that it was a foolish hope, that healing couldn't fix something like that, but he had least had to try. Placing a hand on his arm, he closed his eyes and pushed his stormlight into him. He was met with a wall of rotting darkness, so filled with anger and despair that he gasped. It hurt, feeling like a tainted fire burning. He battered his stormlight against it, but it did nothing. It just disappeared. He yanked his hand back, which now had a slight burn. His head hurt like crazy. He couldn't imagine having to feel something like that every single waking hour of his life. He wished that there was something else he could do to help, but he was out of options. Illusions could not help that. He walked back to Shana and Everest, expression downcast. "Go a little easy on him," he mumbled. @The_Archivist @Sorana

y ‘ a l l Luna politely threatened the squid.

You did it right Luna began to back away but heard a sound suspiciously similar to that of a clock.

"Oh." That was about fifteen levels of excitement down from what she had been expecting. T-rexes were pretty common these days. "Do you have a plunger I can borrow?"

*the Mattel board laughs at the overkill and glares at the firetruck so harshly that it stops in place*

"What's the problem? Wait, wait, no- lemme guess! Is it a roving band of slightly larger than average gerbils armed to the buck teeth with heavily weaponized pieces of pasta come to seek revenge for the death of their half-cyborg leader? No- a roving band of slightly smaller than average gerbils armed to the buck teeth with heavily weaponized pieces of pasta come to seek revenge for the death of their half-cyborg leader?"

*the Mattel logo on its surface flashes evilly as it floats away*

"Maybe we can find some talking birds. Ben showed me a video- some birds have little voices that sound really squeaky. I wanna hear one." Glint slide off of Ben's shoulder and did the spren equivalent of balancing on Mahad's head. "I think that there were some talkative looking birds in the tree closest to the end of the yard, earlier." ========================= Ben grabbed a plate of cake from the kitchen, following them to the couch. He sat down next to Shana and noticed that she had wrapped an improvised bandage around the wound. Was that so no blood would drip on the couch? It worried him that she only treated her wound because it was causing an inconvenience and not because of how much blood she was losing. He carefully unwrapped the cloth, trying to avoid making the cut hurt any worse. If the fabric got caught in the closing wound it would just cause more problems. He placed a hand just above the wound and inhaled a breath of stormlight, immediately using it to heal Shana. Hopefully it wouldn't make her too tired. She had been healed from far worse injuries before and been fine, but he couldn't help but worry a little. The things that Everest said about the interrogation were unnerving. How far were they willing to go to get information? Were they just supposed to decide as a collective how many bones they would be willing to break to get what they wanted? He hated the idea of hurting the prisoner. They had killed people like the before, but it just seemed more personal this way. He was glad Shana agreed with him, but was unsure if everyone else would feel the same way. The way Everest talked, it seemed like he didn't. He suddenly had an idea. "Hey, before any of the interrogation stuff starts, can I take a look at the prisoner? I want to try something."

*floating skateboards start appearing everywhere*

So Luna donned an eyepatch and hook hand, suddenly developing a fear of crocodiles. Well, more than she already had, at least.

Woah, slow down there Palps, before- *lightning starts shooting out of fingers* Storms.

My... my muffins... I worked so hard... my wonderful creation, gone... You shall pay.

Are you sure that egging people on like this is the best idea? I mean, sure, it’s fun when people get all salty but orange you ever a bit guilty?

*stacks it on top of other two muffins to create the ultimate muffin sandwich*

Unfortunately I haven’t, but I’ve heard great things about them.

Yep! *requests a mystery muffin*

Meanwhile Luna, a bit scorched, attempted to find the questing party again.

*waves at @Coda*

So Luna summoned a legion of ghanderflaffles to fight them off.

You'd be this one: