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    What do you do when someone insults Wit's insults? My piano recital music is dripping wet.
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    "At least I'm not named Steve." When someone asks you what your go-to pick up line is.
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    I just saw this and was like; Wow. Gavilar's actually evil. Huh...
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    Stormlight Archive: A bunch of mentally unstable people of varying ages come together to fight evil forces with magic mist as they all talk to people no one can see.......... Mistborn Era 2: Hats, bad romance that actually wasn't romance, arranged marriages, and magic gloves (bands). The Reckoners: Steel, hearts, and magic evil but not actually evil fighting prof-essers. Warbreaker: Magic hair. Witty weird wisdom. Jumping on the bed. Smokey swords. Elantris: A guy dies but isn't actually dead but then he dies but isn't actually dead.
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    A young Alethi comes up, looks at it, nods, and smiles at the koloss. She then circles the words "Detective Agency".
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    Tell me more... Sarian (my character) has always wanted a magical boar. Would the raccoons be... Type 1 Investure? How would it work? Is there a limit to how many you can summon? >:) overrun the city with boars and raccoons....
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    (Hi guys! I’m the other co-founder of this detective agency.) ”Please come right in! We are open and in business,” Sarian said with a smile, reaching up and helping with the sign. “Both me and Roul—the koloss—are detective prodigies ready for hire.”
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    I’m up to play! My character will be a Spren named Valley who is fresh out of spren college (... not sure if that’s a thing but you get the vibe I’m trying to make) and joined the negotiations voluntarily.
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    Sarian looked up from her work. She’d seen Roul doing it, so she could do it as well as him. She was quick to catch on to things [Mastermind!]. “Yeah. What should we call it? Uh... what’s your last name? If you have one or if you feel comfortable sharing, that is. Oh- Tashi- is there anything else I can do? Me and Roul can work together fixing stuff or something,” she said. “I can work out documents, taxes, really any paperwork. I can write, too. Stories, opinionated paragraphs or essays, really anything. It’s what I’ve been doing for... most of my life.” She smiled sadly. Then froze. “But I can’t write in front of you. I... no. Don’t ask me to. Just don’t.” @HOID WANTS INSTANT NOODLES @ZincAboutIt
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    I’m okay if she’s limited in others; I like the idea of practicing light and dark and I’ll sacrifice not being super great in other Magics. I’ll make it so she’s 17 as to not be too far from the age range. How about this; she’s been trained in light magic, since that’s a relatively common magic to have in her clan, but has tried to self teach herself darkness since she found she could. She has less control but practices a lot. She lives in Center City and her talent is Changing 3 (though she doesn’t realize that yet). I think I’ve covered all the necessary changes.
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    Sarian raised her glass. “To secrets.” She figured her screaming had not been a very good first impression. At all. Well, it looked like the very judgmental lady was being talked to by the other dude, so Sarian could relax. Not that she was going to actually drink what she had given her. I mean, Sarian probably wasn’t going to be killed during the night, by she wasn’t sure she trusted these people. Either way, she’d be staying up all night. Not that she had a choice in the matter. Sleep was not a friend, acquaintance, or even something she saw often. Sometimes she feared she’d never sleep again. But she couldn’t. Dreams. Even back when she had been locked up, she couldn’t sleep for fear someone would kill her or her parents. And whenever she did fall asleep—the dreaded thing, though necessary—the dreams would haunt her. Sometimes the only things keeping her going were Stormlight. She set her glass down and began to finish roof re-tarring. @HOID WANTS INSTANT NOODLES @EmulatonStromenkiin @ZincAboutIt
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    Sarian immediately wheeled on Tashi, her expression not the smiling one before, but one of hardened stone. "You were eavesdropping? I thought this was a safe place. Storms, why does everyone always assume that I'm going to kill them just because I can!" She furiously shook her head. "People always assume things about me. Why? Why? I'm an assassin, yes. I'M AN ASSASSIN! Do I enjoy killing? No. Do I want to kill? No. Will I kill to help the world? The answer is yes. And I will plan and work and hide and scheme to achieve my goals. But I'm not evil. Not like some of the people out there." She looked surprised she had said all of that. "Sorry about that... outburst. I haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately." The dark shadows under her eyes are very fierce. @ZincAboutIt @HOID WANTS INSTANT NOODLES [She's not a very stable person.]
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    Sarian shrugged unabashedly. “I actually would like us to be partners. That was my way of being polite. I mean, if you don’t want to, that’s fine, but I usually base who I trust on first meetings. Well, from what I can tell, you don’t mean anyone any harm, which is... new to me.” Sarian said excitedly, “and we could make a detective agency!!” She paused. “I mean; that’s if you want to. And by the way... I’ve seen people offering... cookies to passerbys. I’ve heard that they were hemalurgically spiked. That’s all I know, but... I do have a few contacts I could go to if you need it. Also, how do you re-tar roof tiles...?” @HOID WANTS INSTANT NOODLES
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    [I sense backstory. Hmmmmm....] Sarian nodded. "I guess it is a pretty stupid way of doing things. Basing biases off of something you can't control. Either way... thank you. But I'd prefer it if we were partners. You know?" She grinned. "And I also kill. Well. I mean, if i've spilled my biggest secret, what do I have to hide? I'm an assassin. For other assassins. I know, it's weird. But I don't think that I'm a good enough person for you to lend your services too. There are better people out there." Her eyes suddenly gave off the impression of one, though not even 30, who has gone through more than most would go through in lifetimes. "The world is a cruel place. You're one of the good people. The very few. And- uh- thanks. I never expected anyone to compliment my eyes, of all things... Anyway. I'm not great with medical stuff, but I've seen people bandage others and I'm sure I could replicate it. Oh- you would make a better noble than any I've met, too. Except for my parents. They were good ones, too. But they died. Insanity. Took both of them." She waved her hands in front of her. "But lets not make this about me. I'm sure I have some good cloth somewhere..." She rummaged around in her bad [I forgot to mention she has one...] and pulled out a shirt. "I can probably rip this up and use it for your leg." @HOID WANTS INSTANT NOODLES
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    Sarian's Cryptic spren slowly climbed down from her forearm and onto her hand. "Hello," it muttered quietly to the dustspren. Sarian smiled. "Yeah. Intricate's been wanting to say hi. She's shy, though." She lowered her voice, "yes, I do need stormlight. I... have an illusion I need to keep up. It's nothing big, but... wellm you seem like a good person. I'm not actually a lighteyes. Or a darkeyes. I'm..." Here she paused, and shook her head. She let her illusion fall for a second. It showed her violet eye and brown eye. She quickly brought it up again, with a sad expression. "It costs a lot of stormlight to keep it going for a while, but... It's worth it. I got... mistreated because of my eyes. Well, anyway... thanks for the spheres." She smiled at him. Then grimaced when she saw his leg, and the pinch mark. "Maybe we should get that fixed up... I can do the rest of the roof." (Wow.) @HOID WANTS INSTANT NOODLES
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    My character shalt (I get a bit excited when roleplaying and I occasionally slip into old English) be Clanda Swinnli. She is a middle-class citizen (aged 22) in the Tribe of Fire and Light, and, though a user of Light magic, secretly practices Darkness. She knows that in her clan (This might not be true, please correct me) it would be considered at least a bit taboo to be practicing darkness, but she's never seen it as something to fear, but as something kind. Something that brings peace, shut-eye, and softness. However, it's also terrifying and overpowering, and she wants to learn how to control it, along with it's counterpart. It turned out that practicing two seperate magics, opposite, and being able to actually do well with each attracted attention from beings... well, not human ones, to say the least. By that, I mean dragons. She's now enrolled at the School of Dragons, and is trying to forget how the people looked at her when she was forced to use her darkness (and light) in a dangerous situation. (More will come on the backstory. Still working it out. Something like she was in a situation in a Dark Alley where bad stuff was happening and she needed to escape, and in doing so used both her magics to blind and then hide.) Congrats on your 1000th post! (I still have quite a while to go.)
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    Sarian stood agape, clutching the spheres to her chest. "You know you just gave away free money, right?" It was more than money to her---it was also a source of energy and food, and would keep the illusion over her eyes going, but she just couldn't. Somehow the bllue-skinned koloss named Roul before her was not subject to greed. No one she knew wasn't. Those thieves who had delivered her to the Lighteye those years ago, the Lighteye himself, all the horrible people who worked for him, ever person who had hired her and everyone she knew were greedy. All of them. But this person... would give away money to someone he had just met? She shook her head. "No. Take these. If you don't take them, I'm tossing them outside, where they will inevitably go to waste. Or i'll smash them. Bury them. Burn them. I don't know! Just take them." She thrust them out to him. "Also... I think you might need help getting out of there. You know. Seeing as your foot went through the roof. Literally." She held out a hand (which she concealed the spheres in, in hopes to get him to take them back.) "Wait did you say latrines-" @HOID WANTS INSTANT NOODLES @ZincAboutIt @EmulatonStromenkiin
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    I absolutely adore LOTR. I've watched all the movies. Three times. Each. (Yeah, not sure that that is healthy but lets go with it.) They were some of my favorite books (until I read Branderson) and are still up there. They are just incredible!! I would say... Gosh this is hard... inside the books, at least, my favorite character would be Legolas?? Maybe? It's actually hard for me to choose... but yes, I also love the Silmarillion and I want to learn Elvish.
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    Roul seemed to be really finding himself in the work. Then he glanced at her and shuddered. Hopefully it wasn't because of her... Either way, she supposed she should get to work. The koloss (Roul. She needed to get better at calling people by their names, and not their titles) was working diligently already, while she was... well, looking around and surveying people. I should be more like him. People must like him. I mean, not that I need or want people to like me or anything. Just... he seems nice. Not the judgmental type. "So, should I get to work?" Sarian asked Tashi. "Oh- by the way, how much does it cost for some paper and a writing utensil?" @HOID WANTS INSTANT NOODLES @ZincAboutIt @EmulatonStromenkiin
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    I read it in a few days.
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    Sarian didn’t blush—she wouldn’t allow herself to stoop to that level of softness—and declined. “It’s fine. I can... roof re-tar.” She was still unused to be called ‘Brightness.’ Honestly, she still expected the disgusted stares from lighteyed and darkeyed alike. Well, being called Brightness was better than being called B***rd and Half-breed. Anyway, she had pride to uphold and she would not allow herself to be deemed a weak, pampered lighteyed tyrant. As they all were. Except for her mother, maybe. Either way, though she didn’t like manual labor (as the lady had said with her judgmental grin...) she wasn’t weak. She had done her fair share of dirty deeds and had gone places most wouldn’t go. Maybe this wasn’t the time for monologuing and time to make a better impression on these people. “I can kill people,” she said brightly. Then she realized this probably wasn’t the best way to prove to them what a great person she was. “I mean, I’m not a thug. I hate criminals. And I can sleep in the back annex.” she turned to the new man who had entered. He put her on guard. There was a sort of wisdom to him; someone who had seen a lot and wasn’t swayed easily. Hmm... she thought. @ZincAboutIt @EmulatonStromenkiin @HOID WANTS INSTANT NOODLES
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    Sarian gulped. She had faced monsters, insanity, cruelty... but roof re-tarring? Not something she wanted to be a part of. "Sure," she forced out before she could change her mind. Remember, these people don't know you. For all they can tell, you're some nice lighteyed lady. "We don't have to... share in the back annex, right? How big is it? Will we get our own sheets and blankets?" The new person looked nice enough, but Sarian kept an eye on her. Nice people usually turned out... to be not as nice as they seemed. @ZincAboutIt
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    Sarian looked at the newcomer (not that she wasn't one). He appeared to be a koloss. She had heard of them, or course---who hadn't?---but he seemed... calmer, in some way, than she had assumed most would be. She hadn't met any in person, so the blue skin was... new. Still, she filed away everything she saw, to see if it would help her later on. Blue. Seems like he's restraining himself. He wants to work? I suppose I should ask, too, though... even though I hate doing work like that. I hate to do work like that... back then. But that's in the past. Nothinglikethatwillhappenagain. Nothinglikethatwillhappenagain. I need to work. I need the money. She shook her head, sadly chuckling to herself. And it comes back to money again. "Might I work too? So I can afford rent?" She gritted her teeth, hating to sound so... in need. She had told herself she wouldn't need anyone ever again, yet here she was... She turned to the koloss. He said his name was... what was it... Roul? "Roul. It's a pleasure to meet you." She made herself smile, though it didn't come naturally.
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    "Six feet of distance" That's ingenious. "Sorry, no refunds."
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