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"Yeah, that's a good point. Still, why the eye? Perhaps the whole 'window to the soul' thing has some merit."
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"A... tracker? How on earth does that work? Does it emit a smell for a dog to hunt down?" He sniffs the disc.
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"Fine." I turn to Y. "So shall we attempt to find a scryer?"
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@Channelknight Fadran @Random Bystander @Tesh @The Unknown Order Kalarius Dakaes scanned the horizon. He had a spear on his back and he bore medium armor with small metal plates coating a leather interior. Kalarius was running from the ill-fated Siege of Ravenna, months after Romulus Augustulus had been overthrown. He had long since gotten out of sight of Ravenna, and had traveled west, following the Po before he arrived to where he was camped now, in the middle of a abandoned town, his horse grazing near him.
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"What in the world is this?" Dekas pinches it and puts it up by his eye, squinting at it.
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"It couldn't hurt to try, right? And we can't affect the 'plot' if we're on another planet." I sigh, and wait for a moment, before frowning. "Say, why did Lilliana's spike had to be through the eye? Could it not be somewhere where it wouldn't cause an extreme headache?"
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"Uh... I'm not sure If I'm supposed to be telling you this, but she killed Jahora's brother."
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"That is literally what I am saying. We need to grow bigger before we can throw subtlety out the window, just as I prefer."
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He picks up his coffee, downs the last of it, and stands. "Well, are we going or not?"
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He narrows his eyes. "VERY. DANGEROUS. Understand?"
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I sit and sigh. "Yeah, that makes sense." I stare off into nothing for a moment before turning back. "Can we just go home? You're a worldhopping organization. Or does Kelsier have plans for us?"
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"I would strongly suggest not doing that here. Shadesmar can be very, very dangerous without preparation."
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"Oh WHY?" I ask. "Now we're in an rp. Is this real? If we were in an RP, it has gotten very meta. How do you know you aren't RPing the rpers that are rping us? Is anything real???" I walk over and knock on the wall. "For all I know, this extremely stressful situation is completely fake and I could be having fun on the shard as I eat potato chips!"
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"Indeed, with as small an army we have at the moment, we need to be more subtle."
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"You realize I have a job, right? How about you bug me when the coded trial actually starts?" He sighs. "Know what, fine. I have today off. I'll help you wander around the city looking for people, but after today I take my money and go back to my life. If the Coded Trial really does start, I'll come and help. Deal?"
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"Fine." He stands. "Where are we going?"
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"Well, come on. The Oathgate's just this way."
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"Hmm. Give me the money first and I'll come with you. No guarantees I'll stay, though."
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"Weapons. Swords, spears, polearms... I'm not picky."
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His frown deepens. "Fine then. If the Coded Trial is happening, prove it. I don't want to throw away my life for some panicked nutbag."
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Oh, those books. "I've read them. But it's not like I was reading Alloy of Law or even a Sanderson book." I smile. "Though this is a far better alternative then what I was actually reading."
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"That is my intention. Perhaps we can find some steel to go along side it, as well..."
