Edema Rue
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He finds a strange, luminescent lantern, and a few pouches of food. No water, though.
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Tal nodded and smiled, enjoying the song. "That was beautiful. You have a lovely voice." Inwardly he groaned, wondering what had happened to the poor child to make this her favorite song. He'd expected a lullaby... @Cash67
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Siylna laughs delightedly. "You and me, on top of the world...I like the sound of that." The shade trails him for a little longer than is comfortable, but eventually loses interest and floats off.
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He finds a food pouch, which bounces off the creature's head. The creature, though, isn't attacking. And that shade is looking hungry...
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The shade ignores the creature completely. @shortcake
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"Music is very nice," Tal agreed, winking at Pic. "Do you have a favorite song?" No, they're not. Especially not to someone like you. It may well be easier to make a new Oath Rod than to get in and take theirs.
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Hehe, it didn't really mean anything. Most things don't. Not sure about a Hoid forum, I'm sure there is one, though.
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Siylna grabs his hands tightly and looks into his eyes. "Victor," she says slowly. "Look at me. Enjoy this moment now. We'll find our murderer later, okay? And if they even think about coming for the rest of us..." She squeezed his hand tighter and her eyes darkened. "No one's going to hurt you ever again. Okay?" Siylna eyes him distastefully. "Why did they let him keep being a gamemaker?" Siylna puts an arm around his shoulder. "And thank goodness for that. No one wants that monster back." Because your grammar is wrong, it gets a solid hit on her side. No blood yet, though.
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Ahhhh I love your poems so much. I especially love the ones from last night, but all your color ones are so sweet too.
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Welcome to a place where talking like Spook, ising the was of the needing the wants, is accepted and liking Shallan is not. (Yes it is, like whoever you want.)
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Which he can't, for some reason, probably that she's dead. There are several shades nearby, but so far none seem to notice her.
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Wow, Rue thought sarcastically. Genius observation. However did you think of that?
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She does, and it spills a water bottle and several small pouches that might be food onto the ground. She tries to, that is. The faceless one is incredibly heavy, and as she touches it, it spins to attack her.
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I am watching you live a life I can never have.
I see you take everything I've ever wanted and complain about it.
I mourn as you rip all my dreams into shreds, tearing them as you callously ignore their splendor.
"Sometimes, you see everything you've wanted, and sometimes, you see everything you wish you had and it's right there, right there, right there in front of you. And you want to believe it's true. So you...make it true." I can't make it true.
But you, somehow, can.
And yet you can't see the power in that.
You can't see the power in having the ability to live any life you want, without fear.
No matter.
I am more than those dreams.
I am more than the life that you are stealing.
I am more than that,
Even when you are everything I am, only better.
I am more, and I still care.
I will not be bitter
When you are better.
I will not be angry,
When you beat me.
Unless...
Unless.
Unless you use it to break me.
Because I love you,
And so you have to power to hurt me.
I care about you.
And so you can shred me into pieces and ask why I don't cheerfully arise.
But that's okay.
Because I'm a little bit stronger now.
A little bit better.
And I still love you,
Even though you've forgotten me.
There is room for you in my heart,
And there always will be.
So take my life,
And come back to me when it breaks you,
Because I know the pain you've stolen from me,
And I have balms to help you heal.
As long as you want me,
And even when you don't,
I will be here.
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Which is 6 AM MDT, I believe.
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“Finally,” Wren says, laughing. “I should’ve tried that a long time ago. Just didn’t expect it to work on…whatever she is.” He shrugged and hopped out of the tree, grabbing something out of his pocket and talking into it. “Thorn? I know you hate these things, uh…want to come get me? I got the one who’s been following us.” @The Wandering Wizard
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“Really?” Wren asks, sounding curious. He leans over the tree, looking interested, and then drops a cloud of sleep dust right into her face. And a knife, for good measure.
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“It’s not always in self-defense, actually.”
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Wren laughed. “I’ve never seen her shoot a tree before. But you’re right. She shoots people. And a lot of those people don’t deserve it.”
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Wren nodded thoughtfully. “And what does she do with her guns?”
