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  1. ZincAboutIt
    Hello and welcome! I agree with you. What's your favorite Sanderson novel?
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    A giant Naturally-enhanced bear is about to walk past Aldred so that party will collect him up too, he definitely wouldn't miss that one. The census would likely be conducted in multiple places, maybe some unused warehouses to accomodate all the people, also any number of government buildings, it's all over the city.
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    Aldred picked up a set of marbles, smiling fondly. He'd loved this game as a child... hadn't he? His memory churned thickly, like he was thinking through cold honey. The bare outline of the memory sketched itself out: marbles on the dirt floor, warm firelight on his face. Then, it was gone. Just... gone. He set down the marbles, mouth twisting. "Another time," he said, suddenly tired at the prospect of a negotiation. He had little money, and what he did have he should probably put towards a bed. Or a drink. "Will you be here tomorrow?"
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    Ha, no, you do need to accept them on purpose, yourself. If you haven't eaten any, then you haven't eaten any. However, I can change that...
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    Welcome to the Shard! I also started with Mistborn right around 2012, it was right what I needed when I needed it. You're wise to stay away from the cookies - they aren't nearly as delicious as this **delicious chocolate croissant** I have right here in my hand. Edit: you know I think I actually read Mistborn closer to 2010... eh whatever. I love it, that's all that matters.
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    Renata stepped out of the maze that was the Alleycity and surveyed the tower perched at its eastern edge. She tucked a stray lock of red-black hair behind her ear, tugging on the end reassuringly, as though making sure it was still there. She drew in a deep breath, hefting her travel pack over her shoulder and walking towards the odd tower. Dirt crunched beneath her shoes - sensible boots, the most sensible pair she could afford with her last wages. A small frown touched the corners of her dark grey eyes as she recalled Varash's solemn face when she'd submitted her notice. He was a good man, or at least as good as one could be in this city. He'd even offered to keep her job waiting for her when she got back. "Nobody runs like you do, Ren," he'd said, handing her a pouch of crysts. She'd made some vague noises, told him she'd think about it, but they both knew she wouldn't be returning any time soon. It wasn't his fault, really. It was that creeping feeling like a noose around her neck. The fear of being trapped, being caged. Renata shook off the memories that threatened to play before her eyes and pulled up the left sleeve of her tunic, reading the word written there. She breathed in again, then out, flexing her left hand in its glove, and kept walking. It was time to move on from this place. "Good evening," she said to the young man at the door. She peered behind him, trying to get a look inside the strange, twisting building. "Is this the expedition?"
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    Ack, so sorry! I would approve this character. Final thoughts @kenod?
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    Lita watched the door close slowly, then eyed the cookie on the table. She picked it up - it was still warm, and the center felt soft. She sniffed it tentatively; it smelled amazing. Hell, she thought, then shrugged and bit into it tentatively. The sound that escaped her mouth edged precariously close to obscenity, and any earlier caution was thrown to the wind. Lita's newest and most crucial objective was to cram as much of the cookie into her mouth as possible, chewing with reverence. It was only after she had licked the crumbs off her fingers that something prickled in the back of her mind. Lita looked down at the coin in her hand, then crossed the room and opened the door, looking up and down the Alley outside. It was empty, of course. She closed the door and went to boil some more water for tea. As she waited, she flipped the coin, watching as the golden scales spun in the air. That uneasy feeling persisted, nettling her. It wasn't until she was back at the table, ready to tap the Alleycant medallion again, that it hit her. My name, she realized with a shiver. Lita looked at the golden coin lying on the table. I never actually told him my name.
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    Aldred felt a strong tug somewhere behind him, and he sighed, turning. The crowd in the square was thick, and he craned his neck to try and get a look backwards toward Tradesman's Gate. Something out there was getting attention, something with enough Natural magic to even catch Aldred's overworked senses. He considered going back and investigating, but weaving his way through that crowd felt like infinitely too much work. He was just turning back to find a tavern when something caught his eye. A man at the far end of the square took a box of miniature tools out of a wagon and muttered to them, at which point they grew to life-size. Aldred raised a brow. Now that was a magic he'd yet to see, though it was conspicuously absent from his senses. No humming, no pulling. A Ritualist, then, and skilled too, though this fellow was far more humbly dressed than most Ritualists he'd known. Aldred walked over to the man's table, inspecting what appeared to be simple wares. Children's toys, farming tools. "How's business?" Aldred asked the man, using the common Kurian greeting. @MacThorstenson
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    I don't mind, submit what you're thinking of and we'll double check the rest. @Clyde Froggins
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    Are you talking about iambic pentameter, or more like "thee, thou, art, etc"?
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    Lita's breath caught, and she stared up at the Stranger's Shade standing before her. They were both standing. Hadn't they just been sitting at the table? She looked at the coin in his hand, face stamped with the image of a scale. Balance. There was a price to be paid, always a price. Lita knew it, she'd always known it. She had known where this would go the moment she'd followed Laurelai out of the tavern. No, a voice whispered inside her mind. You knew long before then. It was right, of course. Actions had their consequences. She recalled the damp chill of Forian's dead flesh, the way he'd clawed at his own throat as the poison burned through him. Her father was lost to her now, a world away, and no going back. Everyone in Elendel thought she was dead. That was the price for a new life. Lita Attare had died that night in the soothing partner right alongside Forian Tekiel. The woman who traveled to the Alleycity had been someone else. If Lita went through with this, she would never be the same. She was already changing, even as she stood there in the little room. Slowly and by degrees, she would lose this version of herself as well. Someone else would take her place, another Lita, smarter and stranger. Was she willing to take that chance? What else was she willing to lose? What was she ready to gain? Lita looked into the Stranger's Shade's one black eye. It was deep and magnetic, like a piece of sky with no stars. She was reminded of that feeling of the Void, that vastness of nothing and everything. His spike glinted in the other socket, round and bright like a gibbous moon. Was she ready? Was she willing? "Yes," she whispered, blood pounding in her ears. "Yes I am." She took the coin.
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    Lita listened to the Stranger's Shade speak and felt the room darken at the edges, new sounds and scents moving through the air, spirals of shadow curling up the walls and across the floor. Fear traced an icy finger down her spine, but excitement raced right alongside it, bright and hot. Here was power, true power, old and strange and unfathomable. She hesitantly sat back in her seat at the table opposite the man, hoping that she wasn't being too informal. He met her green eyes with his one black one, and she felt like she was looking into a well drilled straight through the core of the earth. Lita reached out and picked up the cup of tea, drinking automatically. It was lukewarm and tasted a bit metallic after so much contact with the teaspoon. What was she hungry for? "Secrets," she said quietly, almost without thinking. Lita recalled her conversation with Mac and Laurelai at the tavern. If you know the world's secret, you can do whatever you want. The chance to peer behind the curtain, to see the other side of the coin. She smiled, the corner of her mouth curling upward with a slight wickedness. "Real secrets. The kind of secrets the world keeps from us." @Fatebreaker
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    Alright well I personally love this idea because one of my potential long-term plot ideas is that someone figured out how to create "artificial" gods and this seems like the ideal way to make it happen.
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    How would that work? Would it effectively siphon belief from some other source for a short amount of time? Altering Natural via Ritual is something that I didn't think was possible, but also I'm conflicted because this idea is reeeealllyyyyyy cooollllll.
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    Well I like it! Destiny cookies for all! Actually, could a destiny-altering cookie impact the Natural magic of someone on the path to godhood? Now that would be a plot-altering kind of cookie. Gosh I love this stuff. I want sword-nails after eating a chocolate croissant.
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    Lita took an involuntary half-step backwards as the shadow resolved in the form of a man in a tattered grey lab coat. She felt all the hair on her body stand on end at the sight of his eyes. The silvery spike was unnerving, but his other eye was what made Lita shiver. He smiled at her with a sort of feral amusement, as though she were a particularly entertaining canary, and he a very patient cat. "You're new, if I'm not mistaken," the Stranger said. "I don't suppose that you know who I am?" Only very important people asked that question. She swallowed and set down the teaspoon. "Very new, sir," Lita said, putting on her best polite, attentive smile. "I'm afraid I haven't had much time to learn about the DA's history yet. I've only just joined the department of Counter Intelligence." @Fatebreaker
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    I 100% support all Gandalf-esque characters, and I will not judge you for making weed cookies, just fyi. In fact, Aldred, being the lapsed cleric that he is, would probably hit you up for some As far as potion cookies go, changing the future? probably not usually (like it would be rare, difficult, and probably easy to kill someone with). Altering emotions? yeah that makes sense to me for a common occurance. If you can enchant food to have magical, altering properties, there is bound to be an underground trade for this, which I like. I love a good underground element, and I also like potions. So I'm fine with it. This would be different than mages altering their own minds via Ritual magic, yes? Since I believe you vetoed that one yourself earlier (I don't care either way but I'm just trying to keep the rules straight in my brain).
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    Oh no!! Chemistry left me scarred and broken, I know your pains. I also think your Indian in the Cupboard idea/children's imagination idea is just fine. I'd say that any childhood illusion that momentarily spins itself into existence gets stronger or weaker nearer or further to a leyline (just to keep it within some kind of world rule). As a former professional childhood imaginator, I'm all for brightening the world of the little ones of Kuria with magic :3
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    Lita shrieked and dropped the spoon for the tenth time; it landed back in her cup of tea with a sad 'plop'. A shadow hung in the air in the middle of the room before the door. How did I miss that coming in here? she thought, slowly rising from the chair and trying to get a solid look at it. The shadow was still, and didn't seem malevolent. As her heart thundered in her ears, she replayed its words to her. She reached into her cup of tea, swearing under her breath as her hand got all wet - again - and pulled out the teaspoon. Lita held it in the center and tried twirling it again, feeling like a fool for taking advice from a shadow that had just phased through her door. Of course, the spoon spun beautifully between her fingers. A drop of tea flew off the end of the handle and landed on the tip of her nose, as if to further hammer home the absurdity of it all. "Thanks," Lita said to the shadow. Having never spoken to a shadow before, Lita was utterly unsure of whether or not she was committing any social errors. "I suppose asking how you got in here would be stupid, wouldn't it?" @Fatebreaker
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    Does it have the ability to do anything besides entertain (like terrorize the family, etc)? Or is this doll effectively like an imaginary playmate that actually is just a playmate? If so, then yes I think that the localized realm of belief might be enough for such a small enchantment.
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    In my opinion, the belief of the boy alone wouldn't be enough to make it come alive. I think that the doll could begin to exhibit life in the second case, though it might not behave in the way that the boy would expect, since it's operating more on the life of another creature, and not the belief of the boy. Perhaps with enough time, the boy's belief could have a measurable influence on the doll, but I wouldn't say immediately. Edit: It might be more amenable to the carver's will, however.
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    Yes that’s a loophole that is probably too tempting to snag on, imo.
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    Since I think we won't be doing any kind of wild plot-twisting with this storyline, it's probably better to keep the plotting out in the open. So, I'd love to hear anyone else's thoughts on whatever is causing the disappearances in the old undercity, or feedback on this idea.
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    Yes, I do. Do you think we should make that associated with what's abducting people down in the Fens?
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