Scars of Hathsin

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stuff that makes up stuff, and make stuff go

Arranis drops the lantern, and breathes in some stormlight, trying to antagonise the guy and starts floating up the stairs

Pewter Metalmind

I win

Arranis glances at the stones, and summons his shardblade, "maybe we force them to move?"

yay, sounds fun

Kelsier

Arranis glances up, his neck going past what was normal to see the tower. "That is a big tower, how do we get in?"

YEssss. Everyone ping Wit for all the times we have not been able to ping him @ΨιτιsτηεΒέsτ

I have one as well @Pineap-spider

I have a different variety of shows from over here in Australia

Hey

I wrap the sandwich in silver, to prevent certain CS's from touching it

Someone lost the game. That someone came to get revenge. @Edema Rue @ΨιτιsτηεΒέsτ @Ancient Elantrian @strmblsd @Vyzkel @Through The Living Glass @Spark of Hope @Pineap-spider Copy Wit's ping so you can use it later

I wonder why everyone is dying, but swipe the sandwich non the less

Dougella, HG Arena Dougella's grin fades at the sight of the peacekeepers in front of their escape. Peacekeepers who were trained to defeat invested people. People like her, and the others that were there. A gasp sounds out from her, as she also notices the size of the guns. What do I do? she thinks turning towards Pigment, who stood rock solid beside her. Thoughts whiz through her mind, and she glances at Sharp. I can't let anything happen to him, or the others she glances around at all the other people that she had made friends with. She sighs, a content one. "I bet I will be the one that helps them" she mutters happy. She lets Sharps hands fall, and starts running to the group of peacekeepers, Pigment running with her, and shrinking to jump onto her shoulder. She reaches her hand into the uniform that she was wearing, reaching for the glass of metals in her pocket. Where a single bead lay, she smashes it in her fist, and stores some luck into it. She feels some luck slip into the metal as she wills it too, then swallows it, swallowing the whole thing dry. She gasps at the beauty of the storage inside of her, and flares her metal, the alloy of luck and chromium. Something that she created, and others would never be able to make. Bullets fly at her, and she ducks and moves, graceful, with her spren moving around her dancing between the bullets. She laughs. Feeling a somewhat familiar tug in her gut. She twirls dancing closer to the guards. Bullets seemingly graze her skin, but the remaining stormlight take those worries away, crystallising her skin. She unsheaths her sword as she reaches the guards dispatching them one at a time in a gory dance, one that she detested, but was necessary for the ones that she wanted, the ones she was doing this for. They fought well, but you can't fight luck. But as all things in the world, luck has to run out sometime... Dougella feels the metals in her stomach go cold, as the last pieces burn away. The stormlight that ran through her veins did the same thing, rushing to heal a last bullet wound, leaving her defenseless, a bullet fires at her, as she hits the last peacekeeper with her sword, getting rid of them. She feels it enter her body, and crumples to the side, gasping as she clutches her wound, her spren looking over her. @Edema Rue @J. Magi

Arranis glances at them, before lashing themselves to the other side of the chasm. He waves back at them. "You coming?" he says giggling with his spren

Dougella, HG Arena Dougella nods her affirmative. "I dont need the breaths, I think you will need them though" She grins beore pulling him along with the rest of the group.

Dougella, HG Arena Dougella thinks for a moment, thinking of how much those breaths could get her in a casino. No. Her spren nods again, looking proud of her. "No, I can live without mine, and anyway, I have a different thing now" she says hugging her spren, who takes it rather awkwardly.

Dougella, HG Arena Dougella looks at him, her worry melting a bit, as he holds her hand. She sighs, almost in content, before remembering where she was. "I guess there is no turning back" she agrees, "Unless we want to fight each other" she shivers. Images flooding her mind of having to kill Sharp, her stomach feels queasy and she pushes them aside. "Let's just stick together" the words have an almost physical impact on her, and her face blushes somewhat, and Pigment makes faces beside her, being at a human like size. But he nods all the same. "Sounds good" she says quickly. Then responding to his last question she turns to him, grasping his other hand. "I will not need those breaths, as it would take yours away too." @J. Magi

"It gives me the rumbles in the stomach, as it tries to piece itself back together" Arranis says. He turns to the lightling. "I will not tell you my name, but I will mutter it to myself, that way I go in truth"

Arranis looks at the Elan with them. "Did you go to sleep?" he asks him, them?