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  1. They were on the other side of the building. Elya set her hand against the wall of a now-abandoned bakery, looking up at the brickwork. It wasn't exactly something she could scale, but a few jumps from here and there could probably make do. What was on the other side? An open street? Compact alleys? From here it was impossible to tell. Whatever it was, though, Elya doubted it would be any kind of place where she could take the advantage. No Mystic as powerful as this Reaper would make the mistake of neglecting to set their own terrain. There wasn't any time to waste. Elya slid her sword into its sheath, then jumped and grabbed the bakery's awning, pulling herself up. She balanced on one foot along the beam, reading the nearby terrain for another target. After deeming a second-story window acceptable, Elya jumped to that, holding in a grunt of pain as her hands and forearms scraped against the brick. From there it was just careful leaps up the wall. At least no portals appeared to plunge any bullets into her head. "Ahh, well..." The Mystic seemed unfazed by John's efforts, sticking a couple weak punches into the man's shoulders. Blood gushed down his face and back, irritating every rancid blister from the explosion. Such a glorious sensation! He sucked in a deep breath through the nose, closing his eyes in glee. To think that the world contained such wonders! The damage, however, was beginning to look dangerous. He sighed, glancing down at the man. "Well, it's been fun." The Mystic grasped John's throat and began to squeeze.
  2. The shots stopped coming. Elya knew where she was going, but stopped for just a moment to think anyways. So the shooter had finally determined that she'd gotten her bearings on his location, so by stopping he was either trying to make an escape, sloppily hide his current location, or something else. Probably something else, given her track record. Scanning the area, Elya determined that nobody else was around. Most normal folks would've cleared out by now, leaving the buildings and streets mostly abandoned. How large of an area had these Reapers cleared out? A square mile? Five? Had anyone been caught in the crossfire or taken hostage? Not even the most corrupt Pacis were likely to attack civilians in the richer sides of town, fortunately. That was one possible contingency taken care of. This was just getting messier and messier. They needed to speed things along. The Lifegiver grinned--almost laughed--as the tank erupted into a massive fireball of light, heat, shrapnel, and noise. The shockwave blew out his eardrums, fire burnt out the roots of his hair, and shards of iron ripped through his muscles and tendons. Smoke coiled and pulsed through the air, obscuring everything anywhere nearby. The wind was already beginning to pick up, brushing away the edges of the cloud--so the Mystic wasted no time. He darted forwards again at inhuman speed, ironclad fist sailing right at John's face. @Frustration @Tani
  3. A L R I G H T Who wants to read some cannibalism?
  4. Yeh. Goddess Sword + 3 Flames = Master Sword I seriously doubt that BotW 2 would be anything like Skyward Sword
  5. It's not like it's a first to the series, though. You had to get the Minish Blade repaired in Minish Cap.
  6. There's really not any reason to be worried. It's probably just an excuse to go on a few side quests to repurify the blade or whatever.
  7. MORE GOAT Hopefully it doesn’t go sideways
  8. Holy goshdarn scudding frick
  9. Here's some artses: Wendy & Arabella (from Masquerade): Elya & Ji (from Zvso): The best art I've ever freaking made:
  10. I have a few updates, I guess. Read them at your leisure:

    Teen Author Boot Camp:

    Spoiler

    Best two and a half days heckin' evah! I drove up to Utah last Thursday (for ten hours), checked into our hotel room, then went and had dinner with none other than @Condensation and @Vapor. They have the bestest cats and also stupid chicken birds. We went and harassed Connie at her drama this-and-that, baked cookies to whatever montage songs they could think of, then just hung out for awhile until I had to leave.

    Friday I went to the mall with Vapor, @Tesh, and @AonEne (Connie was at some competition or whatever). Bear in mind that Ene works at the BEST STORE ON THE FACE OF THE PLANET, and if y'all are ever in the Salt Lake area you should totally go check it out. It had rocks and socks and clocks and knicks and knacks and stacks of stickers and stuff. 'Twas awesome. We just hung out, spent too much money, and then peaced out so we could all do our various us-things.

    That night was the Anthology release, which was awesome because yours truly happens to be in there! I got a free copy, some random swag, and also twenty dollars (addressed very officially to me in the form of a good ol' crispy Jackson). I was there with Tesh and Ene, and after the release conference itself (which was at the Provo library) we went and explored the shelves for cool stuffs.

    Their Sanderson section is rather lacking.

    Saturday was TABC itself. I was at the conference with Tesh, meaning we got to hang out and talk about writing for like eight hours straight! It was muchly fun and quite helpful, though I was tired as heck by the time it was over. I took some good notes and whatnot. Do yourselves a solid and ask me about the stuff I learned if you wanna hone your abilities to the edge.

    And then that night was the most chaotic I've ever participated in. It was Con, Vaps, Tesh, and I all hanging out in their basement; eating cookies, tormenting the cat (nicely), playing board games, listening to music, and losing brain cells at an exponential rate. We lost Pandemic in about five minutes, and started playing Call to Adventure but failed to complete it due to permanent loss of mental function. Ask @DoomStick for details as to what happened that night: I honestly don't remember a thing.

    Driving home was the worst. I wanted to cry.

    :(

    The Iconar Collective:

    Spoiler

    So y'all might've heard about a little summat I've been writing. There're a few chapters of the rough draft in a thread buried deep within the Creative Corner, and after finishing a manuscript I've moved onto redrafts.This is basically my Stormlight Archives in terms of projects, 'cause it's supposed to be really epic and sprawling and awesome.

    And it's terrible.

    It sucks.

    Iconar as all y'alls know it is boring, pointless, and lame. The worldbuilding is stupid, the storyline is nonsensical, and all of it is just really dull.

    Now, some of you might be offended by this. I'm aware that pretty much everyone who's read my stuff is under the impression that my stuff is "awesome" and "well-written." I've received congratulatory praise for the world, characters, and prose. And that was all wonderful... but unnecessary.

    Here's a list of problems:

    • The overarching worldbuilding is inconsistent. There weren't any real rules defining how the gods work, the ideals of each realm, or anything like that. The magic makes no sense.
    • A trilogy? Why? Trilogies are so overdone. I'm limiting myself to a compressed storyline for my magnum opus. Like a moron.
    • By biggest issue: What is wrong with the world? I stopped myself at realism; for epic fantasy. I was so bent on having realistic armies and castles and swords and magic that I forgot to make it awesome.

    So, basically, y'all can expect it all to change. It'll still follow a lot of the same characters and a similar story in a similar world, but it's going to be way cooler soon. Way cooler.

    Other writing projects:

    Spoiler
    • CityState Boogaloo: This one's gonna be a saga of novella/short stories (akin to Legion) taking place in a really cool sci-fi world. I'm almost done the first story in the series, and I definitely think it's worth sharing. It's got guns and bombs and spaceships and all sorts of cool stuffs.
    • Ayia's Backstory: People in FotT know this salty knockout lass with the epic magic staff skills. There's not much I can tell you about this now, other than that I'm writing it because:
      • a] she's an awesome character, and
      • b] she's in an awesome world.
    • Another projecty thingy: There's literally next to nothing that I can tell you about this other than that it's also sci-fi and that it'll also be heckin' awesome
    • Mishmash Inn: Remember that one RP? The one that died in just a week or two? I'm repurposing it into a story. Because I wanna.
    • Other stuff? Maybe? I dunno. Y'all know how weird my brain is.

    Also I need to post stuff to my art thread. I'll go do that now.

    Bye!

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    2. Frustration

      Frustration

      Awesome Rev!

      Say Hi to XP for me!

    3. Tesh

      Tesh

      I'm so sorry Rev, I genuinely feel terrible for forgetting to contact you... Hopefully we'll get another chance either before you leave or when you come back, though.

    4. AonEne

      AonEne

      Can confirm my store is awesome and everyone should stop by :lol: also it was hilarious when you guys opened the bags to find the $20 bills. Like, understandable that they'd pay you that way! But still funny. 

  11. *Awaits making half-and-half digital versus physical Danex*
  12. "Have you ever had a service before?" The man gestured at the door. "I was just walking around outside when this building appeared out of nowhere."
  13. "Really... really close." I answered.
  14. People who are decidedly awesome:

    @AonEne

    @Tesh

    @Vapor

    @Condensation

    @DramaQueen

    (And others, not summoned here)

  15. I nodded, breathing steadily. "Good."
  16. I decided to practice faces using the (second) best face ever:
  17. I puff out a controlled breath, returning the blade to its sheath. "That's that." I say.
  18. “So you’re not dead, then,” Elya replied, nodding.
  19. “She’s almost at my location,” the Transporter reported. “Perceptive, this one… impressive, even, I’d say.” Meanwhile, Elya dashed through alleyways and around street corners, guiding herself by triangulating the moments of gunfire. It was nearly impossible to tell where the rounds were coming from, as the Transporter kept spawning portal ends from random angles: she had to reassess all the information she received manually in order to get even one point of data. But, given enough willpower and enemy gunfire, she’d at least pinned down a cardinal direction by now. Elya dodged what bullets she could and sliced all the others cleanly out of the way, thus far taking no damage. That wouldn’t last long. For all she could tell, the Transporter was only going by adapted information too. As soon as she found him, those shots would become magnitudes more accurate. Best to burn that bridge when she came to it. ”John, everything going well on your end?”
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