Mystic Syn

I keep forgetting that I'm in this rp, lol.

He shrugged. "I disagree with that statement. Seem you can't shut up about your whole 'being a criminal' thing, but you don't see me throwing you into the void, lest pulling the trigger."

"Well, it would be very satisfying to disintegrate you with what attitude you're having, dear," the man interjected, "but I digress."

That's fair, lol. Seems to be a fan favorite, which I can see why; although, I probably prefer Warbreaker over Stormlight Archive.

Hello there and welcome to the chaos Shard! Not much to go off here, but what would you say your favorite Brandon Sanderson book is? Doesn't have to be Cosmere, lol.

Hello there and welcome to the chaos Shard! Stormlight was where I started out too, lol. Amazing series, and I need to finish Rhythm of War here soon, but yeah. Warbreaker is one of my favorites, so I highly recommend it. Who would you say your favorite character is? Doesn't have to be Cosmere, lol.

Nah, I get that. I haven't really 'tried' digital art, but I don't think that it would be the same as having the graphite of the pencil smeared on my hands, lol. There are just some things that you have to do a certain way or it won't feel the same.

I feel that, lol. The people are amazing here, so don't feel afraid to talk to them. And no problem, because I almost did some things like that before a friend of mine was like, "Dude, no. Read first, then look." It sounds fun, but alas, I don't have any, lol. I'm more a pencil and paper kind of person until I can get my little hands on some digital stuff. If you were to look at my profile, you would see what I mean by the pencil and paper thing, lol.

Nah, it's alright. My brothers were the people that got me in the Cosmere, so I can relate to becoming a "monster" of sorts, lol. Friends are amazing like that by recommending these amazing things to ya, and then start to regret it as soon as we let the fandom take over our lives. But word of advice: Steer clear of any sort of spoilers. Like, if you haven't read the Mistborn trilogy and want to remain spoiler free, stay away from those forums, lol. I haven't gotten the chance to really do watercolor, but I hear that it's fun to do, lol. Congrats on the landscape commission though! I wish ya the best of luck with that. You're going to be amazing, my dude.

The man shot a glare that held a bit of madness. "I'll find out eventually." He tilted his head. "Some take longer than others, but I'll figure you out."

@TheOnlyEdgedancersss Here ya go.

Hello there and welcome to the chaos Shard! The art here is amazing, and everyone that does it has a talent. I do a bit of art myself, so I can relate to ya, lol. What would you say your favorite thing to draw/paint/whatever art to draw is? It doesn't have to be Brandon Sanderson related, it can literally be anything, lol.

"Oh, the man was only pointing out the obvious," he said, not even looking up at the two. "After all, you're annoying and only a bully to those that only point out the obvious." He pointed at Cilliss, then to Concerto. "And I'm not sure about you." The man whipped out his gun, pointing it at her head without even giving a glance. "Come now, what has he done to upset your bully brain? Did he state the things you're insecure about? Or perhaps you just want something to do, like killing the poor man even though he was stating his opinions?"

As soon as Adrastos closed the door to his room, he immediately sighed with relief and felt his shoulders relax from the apparent tension that they were holding. He ran his hand through his hair, pushing the black strands from his eyes. It had been a while since he'd encountered people with powers like him, but it was still strange nonetheless. Just knowing that there were people like him somewhere out there made him uneasy, because that made him wonder if they would expose him for who he is. Sure, his friends were generally accepting of his powers, but Adrastos didn't know how other people would react to him using his powers. He looked up at his bare room, seeing only the cot and nightstand. At least she provided me with a blanket, he thought, waving his hand in the air. Immediately, the blanket rose in the air and straightened itself on the cot, tucking itself into the corners of whatever the cot apparently had. It wasn't like he was going to sleep a lot tonight, but at least Adrastos could make his bed. He didn't know how he would spend this time, not after he had seen the girl from his drawing. He wasn't one that believed in the supernatural, or even in coincidences, but this one was making him question. Adrastos walked over to the cot, sitting down and placing his elbows on his knees. He mostly didn't care who the girl was, but it was strange that he had been drawing her not moments before meeting her. How many people had he drawn that were from real life? Perhaps all of them were people from real life, but he hadn't met them or known them before he'd drawn them. Stretching a bit, Adrastos knew that he should be getting some rest no matter how awake he was feeling. He reached into his jackets pocket, and felt something. Raising an eyebrow, he pulled it out and then smiled. It was one of his sketching pencils. He remembered putting this and a small sketchbook in his jacket, in case he saw something that he wanted to draw while walking outside. Adrastos opened his jacket and pulled out his small sketchbook, smiling again. He opened it to find some hasty sketches of people walking by him, the trees, and even the chirping birds that he sometimes came across. If he were to really look, he would find an eraser somewhere in the many pockets of his jacket, but he was fine with what he found. With a little effort, he lifted the nightstand next to him with his powers and summoned it to be in front of him. Good thing that the lamp has a long enough cord, he looked at the floating nightstand setting itself down in front of him. With a wave of his hand, the lamp now lifted in the air. He needed the room to sketch, even if it were limited. After a bit of concentration, he kept the lamp floating a second thought. As long as he knew that the lamp was floating, he could sketch to his hearts content. There will probably be times where he needed to look at it and concentrate on it floating, but it wasn't anything he couldn't accomplish. He sometimes had to do these kinds of things at home. Now that he knew what the girl looked like and a bit of what she acted like, Adrastos could capture the look in her silver eyes; he could capture that soul he could see whenever he looked there. Everyone had some sort of part of their soul showing in their eyes, and it was his job to capture it and what it looked like to the passerby. With that, he went to work throughout the night.

That earned a raised eyebrow from him. Adrastos nodded his thanks, then set out to his room.

"Not just you," he specified. "But I do think that you played a part. Everyone here played a part in this, though I'm not sure how. I came here willingly and through different means, so you're not the reason that I'm here and it could be the same with the others."

"I wouldn't be surprised if we're the ones that caused it," he said, tilting his head back and forth. "After all, you people are an interesting bunch." He nodded as if what Concerto said was a normal thing. "So, that might be a part of the reason that we're here," the man said, raising a hand to his chin in thought.

"Like wondering why the universe brought us all here," the man said, walking up to the rest of the group. "Why we're all here, and not on our home worlds doing our things." He shrugged, the madness returning to his eyes. "But that can take too much for one to understand."