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Gal put the scroll back in his pocket and walked toward the people gathered at the stairs. "Do any of you know where the Shadow is? I need to talk to him."

Seeing to the fact this amount of money might not be enough, Hoblim decided to move on to the next story. "And now, I shall tell you the final story of Harmony, the Hero of Ages!"

No. I'm (kind of) excited for Passover because... Well, it's Passover. What more needs to be said? TPBM is surprisingly spontaneous sometimes.

After a few moments in thought, Hoblim realizes that he won't get anywhere without money, and that the only ways he could get money were either street performing - which he wasn't too good at - or begging - which he was even worse at. After thinking for a few more moments, he opens his second, smaller bag, which he placed carefully on the ground, to reveal it has a plastic container inside. He puts the plastic container's lid on the ground before him, and calls: "who wants to hear the glorious story of how the Survivor and the Ascendant Warrior defeated old Silver?" Hopefully, some of the listeners will give him some money.

Gal looked up, looking a bit surprised, and took the notebooks. "Thank you." He said. "It'd be a bit hard to research without a user of this system, but I'll see what I can do." He then proceeds to carefully place the notebooks in his backpack. "So... Goodbye, I guess." When Ara leaves, he pulls out the scroll with Talnic's prophecy and looks at it, troubled.

Gal walked out of the library, looking very troubled. He held a letter in his hand, which he looked at for a moment and then put in his backpack, which he placed near the entrance of the library. He then took a notebook out of his bag - one that seemed a little worn - and checked something in it. His troubled look deepened a bit.

Hoblim walked through the streets. Right, there technically was quarantine right now, because COVID, but you could still get out, so long as you had a mask and didn't go too far from home. Then, all the sudden, the sidewalk disappeared bellow him and he fell down, down, down... He woke up laying on his... Bag, apparently. It was on his back when he fell. He looked around him. It seemed like he landed on a grassy area. He turned around and... All right, he thought. I must be dreaming, mustn't I? Because otherwise, why would I see a statue of a woman wearing what suspiciously resembles all the drawings of mistcloaks I ever saw? He shook his head, lifting a hand to rub it. It made no sense, unless... A wild grin covered his face. Finally! He thought. He then proceeded to think of his next step. Well, he needed money. And new clothes, apparently, since it seemed that people here wore different clothes. And, he recalled, he might have to climb over the language barrier. But he had the steel alphabet table in his bag, so maybe he could do something. He opened his bag and pulled out a nylon case with a lot of A4 pages inside, then searched through it until he found... His eyes widened with shock when he saw he could immediately understand the steel alphabet. "Well," he mumbled. "That crosses one problem off of the list." He stood there in thought.

I see what you say, but it doesn't seem like it's the same. In this RP, you get immediately teleported to Scadrial. You said that Earth was part of the Cosmere, which might give it a unique kind of Investiture and things like that. The idea of a crossover between our world and the Cosmere is the same in both, however. Oh, I'll think of something to write. TPBM thinks that a crossover between our world and fictional worlds is an exiting idea.

Nope. I'll start of as excited. I'll get terrified only when I'll understand the implications. TPBM will participate in an RP with this exact thing happening. (Is there one already?)

Gal silently kept climbing to the library. It seems he had nothing more to add to the conversation. He saw that Ara was involved, too, and decided it probably was, after all, the time to talk to Sef.

"You're being illogical. Emotional." Said Gal. Then he realized how tactless that was. He was told not to tell people such things. He mentally facepalmed. "What I mean is, as far as I understand, your Grace is controllable. I... Don't know what can be done with sir Nethaniel and your uncle, Lord Whatshisname, but we might find a way to figure things out. If you wish to leave, none of us can really stop you." He stopped. "And you are talented with keeping people alive, too. I don't believe you killed one man of the looters down there. You do seem to be in control of your Grace." __________________________________________ Meanwhile, Sef continued to go to the library. This discussion had nothing to do with him, as is the ownership over the tower, so long as no one tries to drive him out of his library.

Even if they don't have eyebrows, you probably can see a movement in their tattoos.

Well, I don't have a cat. Or scars. I had a cat once, for a very short time, but I didn't get scars from it. TPBM has atopic dermatitis, or at least knows what that is.

So, an idiot with some soldiers and a killing Grace. The first, Gal hated to admit, was a very real threat. Idiots with power are the worst. The latter, though... "Is there any reason for us to believe you'd use your abilities against us? You didn't try that yet even once."

"Why do you think so?" Asked Gal Curiously.

"Back to the library." Said Sef. "At least, that's where I'm going. You may go wherever you wish."

So the answer is probably "no", or "I don't know". Clone Season is a time when some users change their profile pic to be identical for one million seconds. It sort of started as part of the 1000000th post celebration, it's a bit of a long story. Ookla Season is a time when mostly everyone change their names to be something with the word "Ookla" inside it. It's also kind of a long story, which I don't know much of. Surprisingly, it seems that I indeed have. TPBM didn't start a single thread.

Sef tilted his head a little. "Well, you might be right about judging one's personality by their favorite color, yet I don't believe I have one. Not even a preference in the bright to dark axis. I am sorry." He kept climbing toward the library. Gal climbed the stairs after Sef, then saw Minuet climbing down with her bag on. "Minuet? Are we leaving now?" He asks. @JesterLavorre @Channelknight Fadran