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"I have no stories, unless you want me to recount my life, which will be boring," Rathi said. "Maybe I can go invade some fight clubs and ask annoying questions until people get annoyed and tie me to a carnivorous beast."
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Once a playstyle is established, people tend to write off that playstyle as standard. If I make it my playstyle to claim elim every single time, then it will be written off as standard, even if I'm an elim claiming elim. Overall, this has no more benefit than claiming villager every time, but it would be strange and thus humorous [at least to me]. Also, it would have the added benefit of making me look somewhat more suspicious, so the elims would be less likely to kill me. This play probably will not go into action ever, but it is fun to think about.
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Some miscellaneous theories about diseases: Diseases will kill you faster depending on the strength of the powers they give. [If this is the case, it will be obvious once people with diseases start dying when the village didn't lynch them. Viable with both conversion or standard game]. The elims choose a person to infect with a disease that they have in their numbers, infectiousness differs with different diseases. [I do not think this is a conversion game as people would not claim diseases if they were AI] This is not a conversion game but rather a game similar to LG67 but with sick people instead of Radiants so both sides have them and illness is NAI. [Probably the most likely game state I can think of. This would work well with the disease=death theory above as it tempers the benefit of infecting people with a disease.
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"Yes," Rathi said, letting his skin swirl with vibrant colours. "Clever child." Since Acacia was on his right, he let his left arm tattoo itself with the message of: Acacia's a little ignorant about the cosmere. She's new. Don't shock her too much.
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"We should give it more, of course, though probably after some communications," Dr. Gears said. "It is a statue that can drain Investiture. We could learn so much from it. However, it has no incentive to help us when it doesn't need us. Ask it questions now, before it has all that it needs from us. Once it's done with us, it will be less likely to answer our questions." He took a sphere and pressed it against the statue. "Are you an artificial construct?"
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"Thank you," the Anarchist said with a wicked grin. "I look forward to working with you."
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You are correct. It does not help the village. However it does warn the general populace as to my potential future scheme so I won't have to explain myself in the future and it was an organic way of introducing the idea so that I won't be immediately lynched when I first try it [which would be boring]. It was a selfish thought that was specifically meant to infect people with doubt and paranoia on a later date. I feel like you might be reaching a bit, but you tend to be that way. However, if you are an elim, leaning on your playstyle's tendency to be aggressive to cause mislynches would be an excellent tactic. Noted, but reserving judgement. Kas, you remain my favorite person in the history of time. I bow to your clever words and superior skills.
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Gender apathetic differs from agender in that agender people [probably] understand that gender exists and they care about their lack of it. I personally am completely uncaring as to gender labels and have no preference as to pronouns. [I also think that gender is at least somewhat artificial caused by a dislike of the rules society placed on us.] Sadly, I live in a place where winter feels mildly warm, so even in the depths of winter, it is too warm to wear a cloak.
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Interesting. Rathi would have suspected the Yolish variant, but he had seen her using Stormlight. A variant of the Yolish variant powered by Stormlight? Hemalurgy? Either could be viable. "Is it Hemalurgy or a variant of Yolish Lightweaving?" he asked, his fingerprints swirling with colours.
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You are my new favourite person.
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The Anarchist nodded and winked to show comprehension. "I would love to see some diagrams. After all, I wouldn't want to have the stuff explode accidentally." Perhaps Cassandra Adama was making an excuse to speak of great secrets. Perhaps she genuinely wanted to show off some diagrams. Either way, best to play along.
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"I would love some, thank you," Rathi said. "Are you a Lightweaver or a Truthwatcher?" He recalled the Radiants of old, before the Recreance and the Return, when he had been young and inexperienced. Lightweavers tended to be artistic types, hoping to discover one's self through Truth and confession. Truthwatchers focused more on discovery of knowledge and history through Truth and scholarship. His bet was on Lightweaver, though people tended to be surprising. As he reminisced, his veins changed colour to a soft pastel purple.
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"Visiting Lord, eh? Any secrets? An ounce of caesium should do." The Anarchist put the money on the counter.
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TUBA - The Underground Bakers' Association
Gears replied to Stormblessed Dolphin's topic in The Alleyverse
I and the Anarchist would truly appreciate it if you consented to mass destruction. However, you have plenty of time to think about it since we are starting small, with a tiny guild that was created for the express purpose of its destruction. If you would like to have your guild ravaged by the Anarchist and Co., I and the rest of Anarchy Incorporated would be quite pleased. -
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"Yup!" Rathi said. "You didn't tell me this place was haunted!" He walked over to the girl and knelt beside her. "Hello there, small one. What's your name?"
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"I'm Rathi," he said as blue lines crept up his skin. He quickly reverted his skin to its normal state and checked his teeth for fangs.
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"Don't rerun the test yet," Dr. Gears said. "Record your findings, see if the effect reverses over time, and then run the test again." An object that changed phases under in a centrifuge. Quasisolid? But the gaseous one... Different quasistates? Interesting...
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"Sounds good to me!" Rathi said with a grin. "Bothersome Menace is one of my favourite nicknames!"
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"And you must be Cassandra Adama," the Anarchist said. "Where have you been? Do you have caesium?"
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Dr. Gears nodded slowly. He didn't trust the man for some reason, though he did have the tendency to distrust anyone who made errors with their research. 3 samples in the centrifuge... How could someone put an extra sample in the centrifuge? He grabbed another tray of samples on his way out. The sample appeared to be inversely magnetic. It repelled metals and attracted magnets. 3 samples in the centrifuge... Another sample completely ignored gravity. Related to the Surge of Gravitation? Missing sample... Interactions between magnetism and gravity. Sleight of hand? He was having trouble focusing on anything but Faleast. Something was off about that man.
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"No," Rathi lied as his fingernails lost their crystalline sheen. He hadn't expected the woman to notice. His tattoo updated with a quick notice: Punctilious. "They look different in certain slants of light."
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"I'm Rathi," he said, eyes melting into a warm shade of green momentarily before he snapped them back to standard blue. "Though I've rarely been a reporter, I can certainly try. It doesn't look like you have too many options though." He gestured at the empty desks. "Not too many people here, are there?"
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I was actually thinking about the ramifications of claiming elim to start the game. Decision matrix, axes of what I claim and whether the general populace believes me. I claim village, populace believes me: I am written off as a plebian villager, might get killed by elims. I claim village, populace doesn't believe me: I am put under suspicion and possibly lynched, elims won't kill me. I claim elim, populace believes me: I am lynched, which probably will happen for a few village claims until they realise I am lying then... I claim elim, populacer doesn't believe me: I am written off as a plebian villager and won't get cleared by elims. Conclusion: Nothing much will happen, but mind games are always fun. Dr. Gears stared at what was supposed to be a tray of sixteen samples from a lake. However, one of the samples was missing, either from misfiling or theft. There were too many missing samples for this to be ignored. The previous intern to work with this tray was... Faleast. He walked over to the man and tapped him on the shoulder. "Do you know what happened to the samples on this tray?" he asked pointedly, gesturing to the tray of what should have been sixteen samples. "You were the last one to work with them, after all. If there were missing samples when you received it, you should have reported it to the higher-ups. No such report was filed."