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    Miyako laughed again. "Curses are all tall tales. If no one remembers it, no one can deny the story." Quest nodded, pleased his request wasn't hurting his friend. "That's a relief, how is the work going over there?"
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    Mr. Misting purchased a dictionary; and began reading to the issues upon which had been highlighted. Mr. Misting goes to proceeds to cracking his knuckles. "You have one of them good points, I'll be admitting; but you have underestimating my tier in butchery in the English dialect. He was quite very varying of the mad. He as in I because I am obviously he, as he is Mr. Misting and Mr. Misting is simply I or me. Spontaneous perambulating rubber duck; blatant misuse of semicolons; something that does n't quite convey what I (He (Mr. Misting)) would be wanting it I want it too. "Emotional outburst!? and I am in no form of penitent!" Satisfied; Mr. Misting, walked away from the massacring of grammar and language that was this trash-fire of stanza. He then hurled the dictionary at Aes's head.
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    "And there are no...negative consequences?" Quest asked tentatively. Miyako fixed Yerik with a stare, “why are we all dead?”
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    Mr. Misting paused, this was quite odd. He was normally threatened with death on Tuesdays. "Would you accept this empty Snickers wrapper as payment?"
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    Miyako snorted, "We don't get a choice." She gestured up at the ship, "We need to find another way off this island because this scrap pile won't cut it. Quest stared at Antin for a second before calming, "Ok, ok. That's good. Is it just a side effect of when you absorb magic?"
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    Quest nodded. "Thank you. Umm, try to find out what drives you. I think, I've learned its the best way to know yourself. And if you don't know where your going, you can't, umm, choose a better path." Quest looked up, blushing, "sorry, I've been rambling haven't I? Thank you for listening to my weird.....Antin! What happened to you?" Miyako leaped out over the boat, going down to where Yerik and Hyron. She was about to start making plans but she saw Yerik's face. "Yerik, you good?"
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    Haha, with pure luck I skewered Wizard. And somehow died while doing it. I guess that works.
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    Hyron opened their mouth to say "Stalks" right as Miyako said "Tides." Instead, they said, "Yeah. Tides." They then immediately launched themselves off the ship and onto an island with a vine. They shouted for joy, sitting down. "Ground!" They turned back to Miyako, grinning like a fool. Then they blushed. "Sorry," they shouted, "I missed the ground." As if they were returning to an old lover, they reached out and caressed the ground. Miyako stood on the edge of the ship, looking down at the vessel. The rocks had left a giant crack in the hull. She noted Hyron acting like a fool and smiled inside, but just a little. She had bigger things to worry about. The ship is in no condition to sail and we are on this mess of an island. How are we going to keep the crew feed and alive? Let alone Yerik and Hyron? She was confident Hyron could survive in this but Yerik was a debatable case. Miyako looked out across the landscape contemplating her next move. She could leave them, cut ties. It's easier to survive when your alone. A week ago, Miyako would have cut ties and left. Connection only holds people down, or so she said, but this time something seemed different. Miyako couldn't name what it was, but this time she would stay. This time, she wouldn't fail the people that trusted her. Resolute in her decision, Miyako called out to Hyron, "Come up here, we need to decide what the tides to do!" She strode back to the hold, looking for Yerik and that bossy sailor guy. Quest found Antin a very amiable partner as they continued the studies. Quest like chatting and posed many questions to Antin. They continued into the late evening, working side by side, content with companionship. "Antin, what drives you?" Quest wondered aloud. "Everyone does something for a reason, me included of course. If you would be so kind to answer, what is the goal or ideal that-that defines you." Quest paused looking absently though intently at the floor. He continued quiet. "I find that is how to quickly find the core of a person."
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    Miyako turned to Hyron and looked out across the wide expanse. Miyako was breathless looking across the landscape of wonder. The ship was stuck up against a craggy outreach of rock, jutting out of the water. The beach, if you could call it that, was a mess of jagged rocks, stony hands reaching up out of the land. Beyond that the landscape was a mess. A tangle of putrid marshes, overflowing with the rain and hard cliffs and canyons jutting out the swamp. The land was wild and untamed, and the effect was furthered by the cascading rivers of waters falling down cliffs and into marshes, washing out towards the ocean. It was a swath of dark greens, dirty browns and hard grays. Salty spray and rotting decay. The contrast making the picture vivid. Making it beautiful. But by far the most striking part of the whole scene was the floating islands. Chained to the land, plots of swamp and stone drifted above the land, shadowing the already gloomy landscape. The islands had thick, black chains wrapped around them or seemly reaching into the core. They let of streams of water, the downpour in the downpour that further mudding the swamp. "Tides" Miyako whispered.
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    Mr. Misting goes to nod along when he realizes he can't move. "Wait! We need to infiltrate Santa's mind? In other words we need Transportation into the Cognitive Realm. That happens to be my specialty, I'll be much more effective in the Cognitive Realm."
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    Mr. Misting piped up from the desk. "I'm an Elsecaller and can help with anything. I can use soulcasting but have no mobility on my own. I have a great knowledge of Santa's complex but again, cannot move on my own volition.".
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    Miyako stumbled as the ship shuddered, a creaking echoing throughout the wood. She didn't take time to listen as the others talked, Miyako leaped up and and ran to the door. She flung it open, ignoring the downpour. She looked out upon the -------- Quest reached down pulling up a handful of paper. He held it out to Antin, "If you would be so kind as to figure out what each script circles function is I could work much faster figuring out the language. I know that is a lot of work, but would you be willing to help?" Quest asked, pushing up his glasses.
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    Mr. Misting is carried into the room, he is obviously late because he is an animated hat. His modes of transportation are severely limited. Mr. Misting sees the board and his eyes(?) turn hard. "We're taking down ol' jolly saint slaver are we? You must know, that man is a monster. When the last group tried to take him down he stole their socks and hung them on the mantle; he threw snowballs at them, Elf style; he even put them on the naughty list!" Mr. Misting said as he began sobbing. "Sorry I just need a moment." After composing himself he continued. "I would know, I was on that team. The only surviving member." Mr. Misting grew quiet. "I was sent to the coal mines." *DUN, DUN, DUN* "Forced to mine with my captured friend from dawn until dusk. One day Ruldoph came by and beat up my friend, wishing him good tidings as they call it, and she didn't survive. I snapped after that. Using questionable logic I transferred my mind into this spiffy top hat and snuck out in Santa's sack of toys. Every day I seethe thinking about the injustice at Santa's workshop." "I'm in." Mr. Misting said after his long winded parody of a backstory.
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    Quest pulled himself up, and spread his arms in excitement at the script circle. "This will be so helpful, now we now that these runes manage light and will be referenced somewhere in the text." Quest glanced up to Antin. "Your magic is truly incredible."
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    As Antin touched one of the glowing runes, it dimmed causing the rest of the line to flicker and grow weaker. As Antin placed his hand on the script, the line went out, losing all of it's glow. As there had been in every room, the wall here had a glowing red torch that was set into a torch scone. As Antin disrupted the circle the torch was snuffed out, leaving the room set in darkness, except for a few glowing runes scattered across the room. Quest jumped back in shock, tripping over his papers. "Fascinating", he thought, "this will be so helpful." "Wow. Umm, Antin? Could you please turn on the lights?"
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    Miyako gave no such feedback, she was back into the motion of the cycle. Her eyes were closed as she slid through the motions.
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    Ok, ok. This is getting interesting. Apparently I've been stabbed. Somehow I am in still alive and in the top half. I'm going to vote for Nerdy.
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    I laugh at Important Questions, "You fool! You have stolen my identity and the jets have been destroyed. But, the lunch money was only a down payment and now you are in crippling debt! HAHA!" While Important Questions is wallowing in bad credit I set my sights on Nameless.
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    Crap, now Important questions is very extremely handsome! This cannot stand. After hobbling to a small town I use the rest of the lunch money to use a pay phone. I call up my good buddy Thanos and he comes and (ironically) avenges me. One fight scene later the jets lay in ruin and Thanos has procured the sandwich for me.
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    Sorry I was at Dragonsteel yesterday and couldn't post and was stupidly busy today. But dang, this is complicated. Hmmm. I just might be in over my head. I'm just going to vote for Kasimir because if I read enough of his comments I might understand what's going on.
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    Personally I use the swear words "crap" and "beep". Though I have to say, these are quality curse words. *Awkward laughing.* I would never severely scar a character. I couldn't even imagine going for the most broken people ever when writing. Though I have to say, conflicts are the core of all storytelling and that is why I love to have characters that are filled to the brim with inner conflicts. I maybe go overboard when traumatizing characters but it never hurts to have more fictional suffering. For example one of my favorite story I have written is just me pushing a sad old man to the brink of his emotional and mental stability via traumatizing flowery language and confusing plot (link below if for some odd reason you actually want to read it). I really like messing with characters if you couldn't tell.
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    ME. I will know. Dah Dah Dah!!! I give lunch money to Important Questions so that when I proceed to beat him to a pulp I can do it all proper and such. I shake you down for both sandwiches, your lunch money and that snazzy ankle barb. It's confirmed, bullying important questions is fun. I then use the lunch money as a down payment for 8 private jets. These jets are used as decoys as I ride away in a sketchy uber.
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    Ok, fair enough. You may have a point there. Have you read the Cradle book series? Because I have not read Shadow and Bone and know nothing of this Oncat fellow.
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