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I nod sagely at this assertion while simultaneously doing an incredible back flip and shooting my laser-confetti gun with extreme accuracy. ”Fuscia lightsabers are the only choice for lightsaber murder, in my opinion,” I say, taking a sip of punch. “Everything else just doesn’t hold up.”

"Ooh, great idea!" I pull three spikes from inside my coat pocket, then look at Sorana and Ene. "Oh." I put the spikes back slowly; the feeling of awkwardness is palpable as I unsling my laser-confetti gun. "Right," I say. "Yes. Laser tag. Definitely."

I zoom over, executing a totally sick sliiiiiiiide and stop precisely where I was planning: that is to say, crashing directly into the punch bowl. "I've spiked the punch!" I shout, drenched in reddish liquid. That's nothing new. I stand, tapping heat to dry myself off, and sling my laser-tag-confetti gun over my shoulder all nonchalant-like. "Sup?" I say to Sorana and Ene.

My extra-sensitive and perceptive eyes catch sight of the color of deception hovering around Ene and Sorana. The color is surprisingly lovely; I make a note of that. Then, I adjust my head-tie and ready my confetti gun, which also doubles as a laser-tag gun. My socks are primed and slippy. Itiah is still menacing the birds, which are somehow inside this party room. The diamond floor gleams and glimmers. I pull a cookie from my pocket and take a bite. It tastes like imminent violence. And chocolate chips.

Lita floated in darkness. It was a warm, close darkness, the kind of darkness that came with dreamless sleep. It wrapped around her in velvety folds, gentle and heavy. There was no time here - there was no need for it. There was only darkness, and warmth, and silence. Something moved around her, a slight breeze tickling her neck. The darkness surrounding her began to shift and grow, expanding outward and upward, becoming vast and cavernous, like a cave. Like a void. Lita crouched in this new darkness, now cold and hollow. Behind her came a bright, metallic sound, something small falling on stone and bouncing once, twice, three times. Pling! Plip! Plik! The sound danced through the air, shimmery and golden. It rolled across the floor before it nudged up against her foot, falling onto one side with a slight clink. Lita picked it up, feeling the cool weight of it in her hand, recognizing its shape despite the pitch blackness. A coin. The Coin. ‘Lita?’ The voice was almost-familiar. It seemed to come from all around her, the darkness itself hissing and murmuring. She turned to the side, searching for it. That voice. It was so familiar, she could have sworn she’d heard it before. “Lita, girl?” A man’s voice echoed through the dark behind her. Lita froze, her heart in her throat. Impossible. “Is it really you?” The man continued, his strong baritone roughened by emotion. Lita stood, still frozen in the darkness. Her hand shook as she held the Coin, gripping it in her fist. “My Lita girl,” Conrad Attarre whispered, and she could hear the tears in his voice. “Come back to me.” Lita felt hot tears of her own spill down her cheeks. She bit her lip to keep from sobbing, wiping the back of her hand across her eyes. “You’re not real,” she whispered into the dark. Her voice sounded so weak in this cavernous void. “You’re not.” “We can fix it,” her father said, so close now. Lita felt her nails dig into her palms, the sting a bare echo next to the howling pain within her heart. “We can fix it all, Lita girl. Just come back to me.” Lita tasted blood in her mouth as the sob ripped past her teeth, filling the blackness. “You know I can’t,” she choked. “You know I can’t come back.” “Then let me look at you, my Lita girl,” he pleaded, soft and low. “One last time.” He was right behind her. Why didn’t she turn? Why didn’t she turn? She spun. “Father!” She called into the blackness. But there was nothing. No one. Lita reached out, hands searching the darkness. “Sacrifice,” came a new voice. Colder. Older. Stranger. A pale, ghostly light pulsed behind her. “Rise and face your new reality, Little Lita,” the Stranger whispered. And Lita opened her eyes. - - She drew in a deeper breath and braced herself for pain, and pain was there to meet her - though not so bright and vicious as before. The world was a watercolor blur without her Tin or her glasses, and the Alleystorm still raged around them. Lita felt something in her hand; she looked down. The Coin sparkled between her fingers, and she peered closer at whoever was kneeling before her. The Stranger? Kneeling? “Sir?” She groaned, trying to do...something. Rusts, her body felt like she’d been beaten with a table leg, though she had to admit, she’d expected to feel far worse. Metal burned pleasantly within her, the Allomancy a familiar -- Wait. She was out of Tin, and as she concentrated, the burn felt different. Hotter, more insistent, stronger. Lita felt her eyes go wide, and she cocked her head to one side, the tiniest smile growing in the corner of her mouth. “Sir?” She said again, this time wide awake. Lita felt her heart beat a little faster. Power. “What does it do?” @Fatebreaker

I zoom by, still sliding in my magnificent socks, tie flapping like the tongue of an anticipationspren. I'm not sure who I am at the moment, but I've got a confetti gun. And I'm using it.

I beam at her. "Yaaay!" "Of course!" I draw another spike from a pocket and hand it to Itiah. "You're lucky this coat has so many pockets!"

"Come dance with us Sorana!" I call, sliding halfway across the diamond dance-floor in my spectacularly tacky socks emblazoned with cookies. Someone's tie is around my head - who's it is is a mystery. Was anyone even wearing a tie? I slip another one of my special spikes from my sleeve and twirl it in my fingers. "This has your name on it!"

“I made sure to bring actually really truly just lemonade for you, Ene!” I blow a kiss, which turns into a butterfly and flies toward Ene, landing on a pitcher of lemonade and a pretty crystal glass.

In response to my jarring insta-sobriety, I frown and slip a spiked out of my coat pocket and insert it discreetly. It allows me to get drunk off of the wholesome intentions of others. ”Thanks Ene!” I say, twirling with renewed intoxication. “Knew I could count on you!”

"This is definitely going into my Coppermind," I say, pirouetting en pointe. On the last spin, I turn towards Truthless. "Yo, hater! Waffle me!" I hold my hand out, indicating he throw me a waffle. @Truthless of Shinovar

The prismatic glory of the diamond-reflected disco ball is multiplied ten-fold to my hemalurgically enhanced eyes. "You're right," I whisper, weeping in joy. "I know that I have seen true glory." I take the bottle of violet in hand and drink with reverence, then catch Truthless laughing at us. "You're just jealous of our spectacular dance moves!" I say, nailing him with some seriously vicious side-eye.

I grin devilishly, which is slightly more devious than my typical grin, and execute a spectacular spin move. "I was born in turbo mode," I declare, soulcasting the dancefloor into pure diamond because why not?

I'm relieved, as this is a waltz I've learned before. I take Itiah's hand, and we proceed to tear. it. up.

"Alright," I say, clapping my hands, "now, shall it be formal waltz or would you prefer to get ridiculous?" I snap my fingers, and the confetti machine flies off the tea trolley, trailing paper stars now, and begins revolving above the dance floor like an absurd disco ball.

I swivel dramatically to survey Ark with an imperious expression, which is slightly ruined by the small smear of blood on my cheekbone. "I'll have you know that my mind is the fittest thing you'll hear all day." I sip my tea, pinky out, then turn back to Itiah. "Hooray!" I drop into my most formal Scadrian curtsy.

I dimiss my Lightweaving and turn to Itiah. "Your eyes are the loveliest shade of sandwitheria," I say, making up a new name for this hereto-unknown color. "Shall we dance?" Unlike Itiah, I am definitely seeing things.

I don't notice, I'm slow-dancing with a Lightweaving of myself, still drinking tea. My Lightweaving compliments my hair, which I flip charmingly.

I giggle gleefully, noting that giggles have a corresponding color. I make a mental note to research this later, then eat another waffle. "Openn yourrr eeeeeeeeyes," I sing, "look up to the skiiiiiies and seeeeeeeeeee!"

I cartwheel over to the karaoke section, completely delirious, eyes wide, sipping tea in awe. The party is gorgeous, as I have just spiked myself with the visual capacity of the mantis shrimp and can now see a multitude of new colors. "Wow," I say, inspecting my tea, "who knew that blood could look so beautiful?" I wipe a tear. "Alright, now who wants to hear me sing '24 Karat Magic'?"

A cheerful chiming is heard, and then I arrive, pushing a lovely double-decker tea trolley. On the handrail is a bicycle bell, for maximum cheer, which I ring with abandon. The trolley is festooned with ribbons and paper flowers, and is covered with dozens of lovely teacups and two giant pots of steaming tea. One is labeled "Fun", the other is labeled "Even MORE Fun." On the second level of the trolley is a platter full of waffles, which are magically still hot and perfect and not soggy at all. Another platter is full of scones. Somewhere, a confetti machine blows iridescent paper hearts out behind me. "I'ts Tea Time everyone!" There is something on my face, which I wipe off haphazardly. I've been cooking, you see, and a little mess is inevitable

Hi there, re-submitting Lita's character sheet taking into account her new spike and a few personality growth/change points. No rush as I know her new spike is already approved, just figured I'd do this before I forget @Voidus