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    Well, you certainly got yourself into the conversation. “I... I don’t really know. I was living on the streets of Thaylen City for a lot of the time. And... that was before I really started.” Byron waved at the bubble above their heads, still visible from within. “You know, doing this. Running from place to place. Flaring cadmium so much. Especially in the Alleys or when I got cau- got in trouble.” He looked at his feet. “I... it’s been a long time. Too much time.” About four hundred years.
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    Wait, Aln was in charge of a guild? Byron didn’t know what to make of that. He’d heard stories of the powers the various guilds held, but so far the Alleyverse was subverting all expectations. Byron did know one thing, however: he needed help getting through this, and he needed it quickly, before he found something worse than being half-hit by a van. He clutched the card still within his hand. Cassie could help him, he was sure. And yet, Aln seemed so eager to help... he stood staring into space, half-listening as the spectacled man - Eiran - gave his name following Althea’s lead. Make a decision. Now. “I’d... I’d be grateful if you’d help show me around,” he finally replied. “I don’t know much about guilds. I’ve always been on my own.” Almost always.
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    “Those two should be my only commissions,” Cassie replied. “That and a powerful magnet are all I can think of at the moment. Neodynium, if you have it.” She looked back at the shelves of devices. All of these things, and she was buying a lump of metal. An important lump, but still a lump. She walked over to the shelves. “Do you think you could show me what some of these do? I’ve never seen any before. Something may catch my interest,” she said, looking back at Lord. “Suprise me!”
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    "Does it matter?" the spectacled man replied. Byron's healed spirit deflated a bit. Just like always. Nobody cares about a stranger. Nobody cares about me. Then Byron noticed some... divide in the man's stance. It was more of an impulse than a reasoning, but the man seemed confused. Just standing there, a cryptic question on his lips, staring off into space. Or maybe he has his own problems right now. The white-haired lady hesitantly introduced herself as Althea - or maybe re-introduced, although she'd been talking to Aln before. She'd been looking at the van before it hit his bubble. Then she asked, "And to hand the questions back, who are you?" "I'm Ben," Byron responded, his instinctive response. "I just got to the city from some Alley from Roshar, but I was born on Scadrial." He looked up at his bubble's distinctive sheen. "Although I guess that's obvious. I have no real idea what's going on. I got here, I met Aln, and then too many things happened at once, and I..." He was rambling, but he needed to vent a little. "I panicked. I ran, and then the van hit, and... and you saw what happened."
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    "Something that could Push other metals would be useful as well. A sort of mechanical Steelpush, rather than just magnetics," Cassie responded. She took out a scrap of paper from her bag, then moved her pencil into her right hand and started scribbling. "So I have... a commission for a Stormlight-shifting device, a potent magnet, and maybe a Steelpush device." She looked up. "Any other devices that you have that you think a metallurgist would be interested in?"
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    Tyrian might also wind up “visiting” more often than not, although I cringe at his reaction to being locked in any building. Holding even a part-koloss prisoner would be... difficult. I fourth the proposal. If fourth-ing is a thing.
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    “I’d be interested in a strong magnet, if you have one,” Cassie replied. “If I can get a sample, and it’s metallic enough, I may be able to Soulcast more of them.” She turned back toward the walls of devices. “I was imagining something more... spectacular. Anything that could be used in a show, or in metalworking. Maybe some form of anti-magnet. A Push instead of a Pull.” Cassie turned back toward Lord, a coy smile on her face. “Perhaps... would you have some form of superconductor? Invested or scientific makes no difference.”
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    I feel like putting all the mentally unstable individuals together in one place will go... horribly wrong. But I think it would be a good location to have and a really fun one to rp. Spiritual damage could also be some form of long-term Investiture damage, where something about a person’s Investiture is broken, ie they can’t stop storing health or something.
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    "I'd be glad to commission such a device. It could be useful in letting me Soulcast more often; I wouldn't have to swap out the gemstones so often," Cassie replied, setting down the gem sample. "If all else fails, I can find a Surgebinder to move the light into these gems, or simply wait for the Storm to arrive." Cassie looked around at the store's contents. "In the meantime... I'd be interested in any devices you may have that can manipulate metal. I have an idea to put on a show for the masquerade, but the less I need to use my Soulcaster, the easier I can repeat a performance."
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    Byron looked past Aln, at the couple from before. The white-haired lady had evidently lost interest in the van, which seemed to be completely unaffected by running through his bubble, and was discussing the event with . The other man had rushed over to help him, but he seemed a bit at a loss for what to do while Aln had used Regrowth to heal him. Now the man was just looking at his phone. Byron stood up, watching the three unlikely rescuers. They're just as confused as I am, aren't they? "I don't mean to be rude," Byron said, looking at the unfamiliar individuals, "but... who exactly are you?"
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    Byron scratched his scalp, feeling the laceration there disappear. Now that was a healing power. He sat up a bit, still staying on the ground but showing he could get up on his own. His cadmium burn finally calmed down a bit - still there, but only stealing about a second every ten. As it always did. Byron turned to Aln. “It’s just something that my cadmium bubble does. I can... feel when things go through the bubble, as if the object’s pushing on the bubble and I’m pushing back. Normally I can hold my ground, but the bigger or faster the thing is, the harder it pushes.” Byron looked back toward where the van was. “It’s fairly useful. Lets me know if something’s getting close to me. But the van was so strong it just blew me away. It’s not the first time.” This was, however, the first time he’d talked about his abilities in depth to someone. On Roshar, what he could do was unheard of, an ability only paralleled by the boons of the Nightwatcher. Here, it still wasn’t commonplace, but people could recognize a cadmium bubble. And recognize his powers not as mystical, merely... unusual. Byron still wasn’t sure why he wanted to tell Aln what she wanted to know. Maybe because she offered to help; maybe because she freely admitted her spren had been watching him. No, looking out for you. You did get yourself into trouble. He turned back to Aln and the other man. “By the way, what happened to the van?”
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    “Uhh... sure,” Byron replied. His mind seemed to be working as quickly as ever, although his thoughts were traveling in some odd directions. He became suddenly aware at how many eyes were looking at him. Aln seemed nice enough, but he had no idea about the rest of them. He’d never been Regrown before, although he had some idea of the concept. Roshar as he knew it was a much older place, during the Era of Solitude, well before the Radiants began returning. Well, before most of them returned. There were a few exceptions. Byron shuddered. Violent, dangerous exceptions. Time to think of something else. Aln’s spren was in the area while she wasn’t. That explained why he felt like he was being watched, although it felt like there had been more than one... thing... watching him. He wasn’t sure; everything felt muddled. But why did Aln want to keep an eye on him? She was helping him now. That didn’t make sense. People don’t always make sense. My brain is still messing with me. That’s why Aln’s actions look suspicious. Right?
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    “Alright then, I’ll give it a shot.” Cassie replied, picking one purple gem out of the set, and swapped it for one from her Soulcaster. Then she fished around in her bag and pulled out a pencil. A useful thing to carry around, but easily replacible. She carefully transfered it two her metal left hand, then tapped it with her Soulcasting fingers. Become... steel, she thought, pushing the power within the caster into the pencil. Nothing happened. For a brief instant, Cassie was dejected. It would have been such a good opprotunity... storm it. Wait, no... Stormlight! The artificial gems weren’t holding any stormlight. No Stormlight, no power, no Soulcasting. Cassie tried to look optimistic. “As you can see it didn’t work, but I have an idea why. There’s no Stormlight in these gems, and I can’t Soulcast without it. We may have to wait for the next Alleystorm.” Unless... She looked around. “Do you have anything here that could move the Stormlight from the gems I have to this amethyst? That would speed things up considerably, and be a useful contraption to buy.”
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    “They look alright,” Cassie replied, comparing the proffered stones to the ones within her Soulcaster. She didn’t like showing the fabrial off to people, but this Shin salesman would already know, perhaps even before she offered the information. She noticed a strange glint in the man’s eye - this was a true businessman, and he smelled a deal. Time to play the bait. “Assuming it works, I’d be glad to join a business venture. I own modest shop in the market district, although all I really sell are Allomantic metals and the occasional Soulcasting commission.” She looked up from the crystals, smiling. “I’d be happy to make a deal, say... your supply of amethysts for a regular Soulcasting appointment?” she offered, maintaining eye contact. The man’s instinct was right - this could be a very good arrangement for them both. She looked back at the strip of crystal. “Do you mind if I test it? I’ll pay in advance in case it fails or cracks,” she responded, reaching into satchel. “I’m afraid I don’t have much to barter with besides crysts. How much?” She searched around within her bag. “I could probably find something in here if you want some collateral.”
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    Looks at my own 31 posts... Quietly starts tiptoeing away and worldhops back to Roshar...
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    KITTY! I think you can also always add to your characters' personality and weaknesses a bit. If you want your character to have a "trigger" or weakness or something that isn't explicitly said, or just react in a way that makes the RP more interesting, I don't see any problem with it. Characters are supposed to develop, not just act how a sentence or two says they do. (My Byron's being "anti-social" quickly turned into social anxiety, because I thought it made more sense for the character and it was more what I wanted.) So long as they don't instantly master a skill or an Investiture, I think you can just ask to flesh things out a bit more as you get used to how the character acts. (Although I've been here for literally 5 days, so take my advice with a bucket of salt )
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    Ow. Byron lay on the ground, groaning slightly. He tried moving his legs a bit. Nothing seemed to be broken, but he was sure more bumps and bruises would show up in time. He might have cracked a rib. His cadmium bubble was still flaring a bit - some form of protective instinct. The slower the bubble, the more of a feeling the edge gave to him. He felt someone hesitantly slipping through the bubble. Byron looked up, still moving slower than he felt he could. An old thief's instinct was to look more helpless than you really were - pity made people careless. Plus, he didn't want to be suprised with a torn muscle. But it seemed those were both unnecessary. "Aln? That... that was fast," Byron replied weakly. Remember, she still thinks you're called Ben. At this point, the name had become more of a nickname for Byron than an alias. He liked the name. Why was he thinking about this now? I might have hit my head harder than I'd thought. It had knocked his mask off. He turned back up towards Aln, who was now joined by the man with glasses from before. There was a bit of a crowd around outside his bubble, but he couldn't see the white-haired lady anywhere. He tried to sit up a bit. "I think I'm alright. Mostly hit my chest. Just... dazed," he said, trying to see if he knew the man. He looked up and gave a crooked grin. "And did I at least stick the landing?" @Rushu42 @Silva
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    "I'm Cassandra Adama. But everyone calls me Cassie," she replied, shaking the owner's hand. Lord-son-son-son-Silberfarben. A Shin man, then. He looked the part, even if he did have that strange device on his head. Half your arm is made of metal, Cassie chided herself. To each their own. "I'm not really looking for anything in particular. I'm a metallurgist myself; I own a shop down the road a bit." She started glancing around, searching for anything that would catch her interest. Then a thought occured to her. "Would you happen to sell amethysts? I'm a Soulcaster, and my supply of gems has been quite sporadic lately."
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    Cassandra Adama grinned to herself, tugging along her wagon of swords, sweets, metals, and other odds and ends that she had purchased. She came up to a small store in a tight nook. The Silbershire, she read, along with a long list of warnings and proclamations. Curious. Cassie entered the store, looking around, bringing her cart inside and leaving it at the door. “Hello? Sir?” she asked, trying not to catch her lavender dress on anything that looked sharp or staining. “What is it you sell here? I’ve never seen so many of these... contraptions.”
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    Cassie started humming. This party, the sights and sounds and smells, and of course the good business all made her feel... alive. Like she was young again, back on Roshar or Scadrial instead of this strange new world. She heard shouts coming from over a wall. She shuddered slightly, stroking the metal in her arm. Strange new world indeed. Oh well. I wasn’t her place to interfere with whatever a drunk fool had gotten himself into. She kept walking, tugging along her little cart of swords and dwindling candies. It was time to go shopping for a while. And after that... she had an idea. There was only so much that mere products and sales could do for publicity.
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    On a similar vein, how does the memory shift (and probable back-shift) affect characters new to the Alleyverse? My three haven’t had any prior contact with the Alleyverse, so they have no past life to shift back to. Although... Byron’s mother may have been an Alleyverse worldhopper, which could let me do something I’ve been thinking about. Letting him have a second, latent power suppressed by the timeshift and Byron’s own temporal shenanigans.
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    Byron took off his mask and tried to read Cassie's card. The glittery front text was immistakable, but the address on the back was hard to see in the dim streetlamp's light. You've survived about three hundred years without anyone's help. You can survive another day. He put the card back in his pocket, and turned back toward- Something... tickled the back of his neck. Not the breeze disrupting his cadmium bubble, but something... different. He whiped his head around, knowing that his still-flared bubble would negate most attempts to surprise anyone watching him. Of course, there was no one there. Just a blank wall. Byron turned his head back toward the road, looking around at what could have spooked him. He still felt uneasy, and he didn't think it was his social ineptitude this time. There was just that couple, the van, a few people on the other side of- The van. The van plowed into his cadmium bubble, and for a moment Byron thought it was running him over. Ever since he had started keeping his cadmium active all the time, things that hit his bubble became deflected a lot more, as if the bubble pushed back stronger. The side effect was that the bubble pushed back on him as well, which was handy to alert him that a small object was entering his personal space. A large object, like this van, merely sent Byron flying in the opposite direction. The van hit the bubble, jarring it and everything within backwards, and Byron was launched accross the sidewalk toward the wall. He had to shut his eyes as the whirling sky and street threatened to make him throw up. He felt more than saw the van ripping itself from the bubble, somewhat slowing his flight down. Then outer edge of the wall touched his bubble. Byron's eyes snapped open. He didn't have time to think, only to react, but he was pretty good at reacting. He looked up at the wall, flipping over once, briefly flaring to steal those brief instants from impact, and flipped again, slamming his feet into the wall, collapsing his tightened leg muscles, reaching one hand to the wall to steady himself, the other hand instinctively reaching for the glass knive tied securely in his cloak. For that brief instant, he felt like the Lord Mistborn himself. Then, of course, he dropped three feet and faceplanted on the sidewalk. @bees? @Sorana @Silva @Rushu42
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