Ashbringer

"Nope," Schrodinger replied. "You all said that part of the plot had resolved itself, so I stopped looking."

No, that's just AraRaash commenting on another patient, since Roleblock is one of the only diseases talked about enough where I know the symptoms (lesions) and Surge (Division). That RP's not meant to claim anything (except that I do have a disease, but I'm not telling which yet). Plus AraRaash is really interested in powers that can disintegrate things . Also, I second the question about Lotus' power. While Lotus has the stronger position as the first claimer/accuser, technically Straw's claim is more solid since it has a specific role attached. Although you both having a more specific claim may be helpful.

Schrodinger had been too busy playing Sanderson Elimination (and doing IRL things) to remember what the quest was.

Faleast lay on his cot, tossing and turning every now and then. He was supposed to have a fever - it was somewhat uncomfortable, but it let him safely store gold while also earning him a bit more access to examine the other “patients”. Faleast gave a chuckle at that thought. This group wasn’t getting any medical care anytime soon. They’d lost two doctors already, including poor Dr. Gears. Faleast had liked the fellow, although AraRaash was just happy that he’d never gotten around to reporting them. The chuckle turned into a wet cough. Bloodmaking or no, there was definitely some disease that was afflicting him. That and that rusting blood test. The quarantiners had quickly jabbed a needle in him, and while he’d had the instincts to properly bleed, AraRaash hadn’t taught him how to fake a test and hadn’t reacted in time to do it himself. He tuned in to where AraRaash was speaking inside his head. -forget about those scales, look at the lesions! They make it hard to communicate, sure, but any contact will lead to burns! It’s just like those Dustbringers back in the Desolations, this disease must be some sort of... pre-Division! I didn’t know you were a scientist, AraRaash, Faleast said, laughing to himself again. Don’t you see? These organisms - these diseases - they give people Surges! They’re Invested! You don’t even need Stormlight to use them at a weak level! This could unlock the powers of Roshar without using the spren bonds! Faleast nodded, closing his eyes. Yes, that would be a great boon for them. There’d be side affects, but with Bloodmaking he should be able to control the infection. Then an idea came to him. AraRaash, do you have enough stored Health to regrow an arm? Only about thirty times over, came the reply. But that doesn’t mean it won’t hurt. What are you planning? Faleast told him. Oh. Yeah, that may be a bit more than an arm. But I say we try it. And so AraRaash began moving the viral infection into his arm, relocating the infected cells. Faleast winced involuntarily as his real symptoms of [REDACTED] grew stronger. He took a deep breath, focusing on all of those organisms within himself, glittering with Investiture in an effort not to be stamped out by a much stronger immune system than expected. His mind wandered briefly. The samples are secure? Yes, AraRaash responded. Faleast nodded, and turned his head to his arm. Sensed the countless sparks of Investiture within. They were not a part of him and AraRaash’s mixed Identity, not yet at least. Faleast forced his eyes open, staring at his arm even while sensing its inner workings down to the smallest cells and those Invested others. And Faleast burned Nicrosil. ... @Elkanah, do you think you could PM me what that would do?

... Sart be dead. This is your second (and a half, thanks to putting a read on dead!Pyro) strike. Three strikes and I accuse you of doing this on purpose. Also, does anyone at all want to talk about PM’s being shut? Out of nowhere? Because now I’m scared someone did this, over it being a GM event. Although viral Division being the roleblock instead of something else gives me a bit of a relief... Oh. Wait. The diseases do spread through PM’s, don’t they. Hmm... partially? (Ninja’d significantly...) Straw. You have been marked by Lotus. Do you happen to have a disease that lets you scan alignments and will kill you in the next turn, too? Seriously, I do want to have your explanation. Will it change anything? Probably not, but I want to see it anyway. @Straw

"WAIT A MINUTE!" Schrodinger and Regnidorhcs said together. "We're simultaneously alive and dead. Are we in this and not in this world of Dreams?" Schrodinger realized that that plotline had probably been filled already. So he started killing the monsters he'd noticed. Regnidorhcs started trying the minty grass, then noted that Nameless had exited the rift twice, making a second copy. Sseleman?

Specifically, it's the series of votes right before Sart revealed Devotary used the Elim kill. So at that point there were 3 votes on you. (Strike-through'd votes are ones made then retracted before the reveal.) Sorta ninja'd but whatever. Um... can I ask why? Because besides Lotus suggesting we are on a team, I haven't seen much connection between us. Unless it's an insider thing. Edit: and now I return to the state of being nervous because someone upvoted my post for no visible reason... thank you?

Schrodinger had already been forced into an insubstantial state once, so he stayed far away and continued catching up with Regnidorhcs.

A confirmed Elim’s prior analysis ALWAYS will give some info. Elims know everyone’s alignment (aside from special roles that may or may not exist, similar to my Kandra), and while they won’t read every other Elim good or bad, they’ll almost certainly make a Village or neutral read on some Elim, and likely an Elim read on another Elim as well.

One day left to sign up, and there’s only 8 people signed up... cmon everyone! Edit: Unfortunately, I'm also going to have to request a spec doc instead of playing. I've got a lot of IRL stuff coming up with college, and I doubt I could balance this with the LG and everything I need to do IRL.

Schrodinger said hello to his new twin and asked if he was alive or dead or alive and dead.

Byron kept running. He was... better. Perhaps. He felt like running was helping. He couldn't tell how much progress he was making, how fast his bubble was going, but he couldn't make out the plants growing anymore. That had to be a good sign. He came to a building. Another building. A... boarding house. No. Boarding houses meant people and people meant - His mind started to crack again. No. Find the thing you're looking for. Whatever that is. And he began running again. :-:-:-:-:-: Poller kept walking toward the Post. He'd signed up for a sort of Op-Ed position, but he'd need to ask about the details. If only he knew- Another boy started walking across the street ahead of him. Only he wasn't walking, he was almost bouncing up and down, as if gravity was only pulling on him half the time... No, Poller realized. He was only in half the time. He'd seen the kid before... he'd just bought a metal. Cadmium. It would slow down time, but he'd thought it was only in a specific area. Ben, that was his name. Ben was... walking... towards Mac's Boarding House. But he didn't look like he was going there, just somewhere nearby? Poller started running. "Hey! Ben! Wait up!"

That. He'd fallen, burned a hole through the building. That had been a... side affect. Accident. But after... "I... fell. Hit the building. Burned through the roof, the floors, before I could crash into them. They brought dust. Some fire. Mostly dust." Tyrian paused. "And then I added more dust. More fire. To stop the fight. Stop the falling. Stop you." He turned and glanced at Althea. She still seemed tense. And a thought, a rare thought, came to him. "You don't like fire, do you?" And he took another sip of his wine. Edit: @Sorana just in case, and @bees? because I think this might get messy.

Araris says it's the same.

Scrodinger replied that grass that grew from chocolate had to be sweet as well. Although it certainly tasted... like grass. Minty and sweet, but still grass.

Always has been. Schrodinger, realizing this was an option, made a secret dimension for later. Then he sat down and started nibbling the grass.

Wait, so Medical isn’t a protect, it’s a disease clean? Oh dear.

"Understood," Cassie replied, smiling. "I'll make sure the Anarchist leaves something from the wreckage for you to see. I think I can supply him with my own resources." And she grabbed the device, examining it's functions. A few buttons. She'd figure it out what it would do later. A simple operation. Recover a few spikes for the Ghostbloods to analyze, and cause Lord some chaos while doing so. The Anarchist would do this well. She pocketed the device, and moved to a corner of the room and strapped a knife to her left arm. Normally people would be looking for a stiff limb for knives, but Cassie had a stiff limb anyways. "Anything else before I set the Anarchist on the scent?" she asked. @Sorana @Gears

Schrodinger was proud that he'd stopped half the barrage, then realized that 'rage' was now headed his way.

Schrodinger countered the barrage with a barge. He hoped.

Schrodinger watched as Y flew away from the battlefield, then scratched his head. “Weren’t we trying to fight off Kevin of Nekiv?” Apparently, a storm is going on right now.

@Nameless you maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay want to check on this. Schrodinger stared at the Ultra Ball.

Schrodinger whirled around hearing a Pokemon reference and threw an Ultra Ball at Y.

So you've been aware, but didn't join the voting? Interesting.

Well... 1 out of 2 ain't bad I guess Just Araris then. I like to be sure of things...