Ravenclawjedi42

Gets pancakes. Enters a Shardspoon.

Who are you? the tattoo makes Dream think. You were chosen by me to be the First Recipient. I must learn of you and your life.

“That sounds fun.” Autumn looks around for a key to let this person out.

“Can I ask what you did to get in here?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s it,” Autumn replied. “Nice place you’ve got here. Look, could I just take the stick with a ball on the end? I have a good feeling about it.”

I doubt the theory about the Iriali being splinters of Virtuosity, if only because the idea of the Iriali predates the idea for YatNP.

“Well, they said that there were three things we had to find, but only said two before saying ‘Be not misled.’ Do you think it would be okay if I just brought them the stick with the ball on the end?”

“What’s that?” Autumn asks, pointing at the rod with the ball. “And for the record, I was asked to find something. The thing I was asked to find was a ‘be not misled.’ How does that make any sense? There’s a reason I dropped out of school!”

Death came remarkably fast to an outside observer. A bright bullet aimed well enough, larger than Bob himself, killing him upon impact. Yet to Stitch, it took all the time in the world. And as the bullet approached him, Bob did the thing that was forbidden to him, the thing that he had not done for far too long. For as he realized that this was it (Bob believed that there was nothing after death) he finally thought about it. (spoilered for length)

“Thank you!” the officer yelled back. “Make sure to hurry up!” Wait. What did she say? Is she letting that girl escape? How dare she?! And she had been my favorite, too. The only one that actually did anything. Still, perhaps I can use her…compassion, however ugly it is. It does make people easier to manipulate.

Bob happily pressed the bang-bang-shoot-shoot button on the ship’s dashboard until a bleeping sound was heard by his ears. An alarm. Scud. The shields were down. Still, he could survive, maybe. Probably. Maybe a… Bob was no good at math, he didn’t know the chances. To help him survive, he jumped from the seat to under the chair, noting his luck as a bullet went through his malfunctioning shields and hit the chair in a place that would have killed him a few seconds before. There, courageously cowering in fear, he realized that he would need to go back up to the dashboard to shoot at the other ship. Why should he need to go up there and shoot? He perhaps shouldn’t, perhaps violence wasn’t— DO NOT SCUDDING THINK ABOUT IT! Bob reminded himself. He could never think about it, not if he wanted to survive. That much he knew.

Corbeau did not like this city. Crime was so widespread that the people that devoted their lives to stopping it refused to do anything about it. If the officers had just tried harder, had hesitated less, had worked as a team, perhaps this one could have been caught too. There was still hope for the other ones, the girl in the hallway, the depressed one in the lobby, and the other one that… That was right near here. Chefson Corbeau stood up, searching for the Selish man who had helped him try to catch the Hemalurgist. His help still could be necessary…he seemed intelligent enough. Perhaps even enough to become a running mate for when Corbeau would eventually run for office. As one of the first people—one of the only people so far—in his web of influence in this city, he deserved to be honored. @Ookla the Prehistoric @Lunamor

I’d be good with moving to another thread, I do think it would be better with introducing characters, but it is important to my plan for Corbeau’s basic character to still keep the plot of our current thread going, whether as a side plot or the main one, as he still wants to arrest Perses (and everyone else, to a lesser extent) and I think it would be weird for him not to continue his attempts. But I think logistically a new thread would be useful.

Me too! My perception of him changed significantly as well, before I thought of him as “scary green mod admin guy” and now I think “Sanderson nerd.” Which happens to be how I think of almost everyone else (except @Ookla the Believer)

Bob curses as Junior flies away. “Scudding coward,” he mutters under his breath. He sees an extremely cute sparkly hamster next to him, which disappears before he can eat it. He feels his urge to fight lessen and he feels more sane then before. Shame. He’d have to eat more of those mushrooms if he wanted to preform better. But not now, when he had to be on his guard. He shoots several more times at where he last saw Junior.

The bullets hit the engine, making it near impossible for Bob’s ship to ever fly again. Suddenly a merciless, extremely large, number of bullets came out of the ship in the vague direction of Junior’s ship.

A strange pattern of tattoos made out of small diamonds in a shape akin to a lily pad appears on Dream’s arm. Hello, Dream thinks, despite not consciously trying to think it, more like the thought just appeared in his head.

You’re welcome!

If this is true… I might be a dork! Maybe? But maybe I’m a nerd? This will take consideration.

“Oh! I’m sorry.” After a pause, Autumn adds “You looked dead,” in an apologetic tone despite it not being an apology.

“For The Lord Ruler’s sake, please either go inside or step aside and let me in,” Corbeau snapped at the lead Veden officer. After several moments, he shakily lets Corbeau enter, about nine minutes after the beginning of the challenge. Corbeau enters the dark room, stepping underneath the ladder, and immediately falls on his face. He makes no noise or visible sign of pain, instead just laying there for a few seconds. @Lunamor @Ookla of Ravens @Ookla the Prehistoric