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“Wait!” the Terris officer called. “My gun! That was my favorite gun! Please give it back!” Oh, for the Lord Ruler’s sake. It’s just a gun, Corbeau thinks. People get too attached to their belongings these days. “You should be able to force the door now,” Corbeau said. The Veden officer does so, attempting to push through and break the wood. He eventually does so, after several attempts, and points his handgun in the room, hand shaking slightly. @Ookla of whimsy @Ookla of Ravens @Ookla the Prehistoric

“Vev’s Keys,” the Veden one mutters as he repeatedly tries to open it up. EVventually he gives up and turns around. “I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do. If this door won’t open, then…” ”It’s locked anyway. But there’s a pesky Metalborn around here, probably trying to make it even harder for us.” ”Leave that to me,” said the one that Corbeau thought was Terris. She drank something and walked back, towards Eza. “Stop burning your metal immediately,” she says. “I repeat, stop—“ She turned the corner.

Autumn approaches the corpse. “How’d you die, ugly?” they ask.

“And now I’ll move my foot back, giving you the space to put your foot next to the one I didn’t move. And now we’ll both step to the side, you with your left foot and me with my right.” He’s not bad. Pretty good, actually. Just needs practice.

The police officer knocked on the door. “Open up,” he said, sounding…nervous. Corbeau stood directly behind him, followed by three more law enforcement officials. The one in front (Veden, perhaps?) looked to be in charge, with a nervous air around him that seemed like he didn’t trust himself with power, and that he would rather be anywhere than here. To Corbeau’s left there was another officer (Terris?) who looked the most in-control out of all the officers, like she wasn’t scared of the criminals. Or if she was, then she didn’t show it like some of the others did. To Corbeau’s left was a young man whose nationality Corbeau couldn’t place, but he looked akin to a JinDo or Komashan person combined with a nobleperson from Scadrial. He held chalk in his shaking hand, and constantly quivered. He looked the most scared of all the people here. In the back there was a person (a Daysider?) who looked calmer than all of the others, but also like they had no idea what they were doing.

“The one who looks tired seems good, I think he’s a security guard. The rest need questioning.” How to bring this gun up…I worked so hard to have no metal on my body, keep myself safe from Coinshots and Lurchers, yet if I want this gun…. Corbeau placed it at his feet. “Officer,” he says to one of the officers holding a gun already, “could you lead the way to find some people I want to interrogate?” The gun-holding officer walked up the staircase, closely followed by Corbeau.

*facepalm* I forgot Eza existed. I’ll say no, he let her go when he ran out of the inn.

Not quite sure what it’s supposed to be, my brain is screaming “triangular fourth dimension tesseract thingy!” but I don’t think that that’s true. 2)2736363/$6+;$=#6#/2&#62(=35373392/#837$6$/3&2617292927353436hsgeyUuwhdvstgst672*$53

“Lord Ruler,” Chefson says under their breath. They always failed these sorts of tests. So he runs out the door, not even bothering to follow Asylum. He runs down the block, turns left, runs some more, and enters now familiar ruins of a warehouse. They once again follow the footprints to the room still with the corpse in it, and grabs the gun. From there they take a moment to catch their breath, and runs further away from the inn. Eventually they arrive at a little-staffed constabulary office in this neighborhood, after about three minutes have passed since the initial challenge. “Officer. I have a lead on the criminal. Several leads, in fact. At the Coppercloud Inn. They’ve probably gone, but we must go on the off chance that they waited.” “Sir? Are you certain.” “Almost absolutely.” Corbeau is still panting, it’s been years since he really run. Not even when he escaped from prison had he sprinted, instead casually strolling away from the Silverlight Jail in the middle of the night. “I’m really not sure we should-“ “Do you care about your city?” “Y-yes, but-“ “Do you want it to be destroyed?” “Of course not!” “Then come with me. Bring justice to the Land of Alleys for the first time in far too long.” The receptionist stares at Corbeau for some time, chewing something. “Fine,” she eventually says. “I’ll send a small group. Officers! You’re coming with this man. To the Copper Cloud Inn, apparently.” From her blonde hair and metallic bronze skin, Corbeau guessed that she was Iriali. Eventually a small group of officers comes out, five minutes after Asylum’s words. “Hurry up!” he says. - - - - - - Meanwhile, Itsuki sits huddled against a wall. He doesn’t really want to stay here, especially if Creepy Guy comes back, but wants to get in trouble with the law even less. Even if often there seemed to be no law here.

This is not what the formatting of the meme is supposed to be, but I couldn’t resist doing something along these lines:

Stitch shoots at monsters he thinks he sees in the sky, still under the influence of the mushrooms.

There are two character threads, one for asking for advice and discussion based on your character, and one for submitting characters to be approved by the moderators (and @Ookla the Windwhisperer, with their temporary power). It is advised but not mandatory to post on the former of the threads (I, along with several other newer members did not and still got approved). After that, I suggest reading through our current era seven thread to see what’s been happening, and then you can start RPing based on that.

“Run to the warehouse,” Corbeau whispers to this person. He looks to be either MaiPon or JinDo. Or perhaps from Komashi? “In the cabinet that I opened there is a gun and a knife. Take one, or both, and try to stop the criminal. If possible I will try to assist, but I will need to question these four.” Corbeau gestures towards Asylum, Eza (whose arm he still holds hard), Itsuki, and Sonyr. @Ookla the Windwhisperer @Ookla of Ravens @Ookla of whimsy @Lunamor

@Ookla the Interstellar I do agree that social standing and physical attractiveness are not part of the definition of nerdiness, but just common traits among nerdkind.

There were guns! Kind of. Basically, in Alendi, Rashek, and Kwaam’s time firearms were being invented and refined. They were rare, but not unheard of, and still in the early stages of development. But when The Lord Ruler came to power he put technological advancement to a halt and hid knowledge about firearms, fearful of their power. But I always imagined Inquisitors studying them in secret, and as Corbeau is a High Prelan it makes sense that he’d know, being trusted enough.

I made those who embrace their nerdiness a thread :

A club for all of the many nerds on the Shard. There are a lot of us, but we don’t have a thread for us…but I have remembered that! We have a thread now. If you are questioning your nerdiness, you may refer to this definition provided by Wikipedia:I myself am intellectual, obsessive, introverted, and have zero social skills! I spend far to much time on Wikipedia and this website, the latter of which is little-known, love science fiction and fantasy, am shy, quirky, pedantic, and unattractive, meaning that I fit almost everything in this definition! I am very happy about this. Become a nerd today!

I imagine almost everybody on the Shard to be tall, I’m not sure why.

I honestly am getting bored of being an Ookla. But. Rules are rules, and according to the official Knights Radiant test I’m second-most-likely to be a Skybreaker, so I’m staying an Ookla until the nineteenth! And then I’ll eagerly change my profile picture.

Oh wow. I always imagined you with darker hair, closer to black.

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