Ravenclawjedi42

Now I wanna put a cat in someone’s hair! Sigh. I just want a cat, period. But my mom’s allergic and I am too. I’d be willing to get one anyway, but…. I sometimes imagine you as a Counselor-in-Training at my summer camp who has a similar name, and sometimes like this:

And now I’m just going to slowly work my way through AI generating art of every active Sharder, so here’s an Eddie (how I pictured her before I learned that she has pink hair: @Ookla the Believer

Apparently this is Elan: @Ookla the Prehistoric

That depends. People can choose in their settings whether they want to be notified for everything, many people have it disabled. Before the site update you would get notified for Status Updates, but that hasn’t worked since the update and I think the mods said that they can’t get it back. So now for most people following is more of a gesture than anything else, but some people do enable getting notified whenever people post. (Does that answer your question?)

“He’s dead?” She must be lying. He can’t be dead, he’s the damn Sliver of Immortality. And centuries ago…does this mean I travelled through time? That’s weird. Very weird. “I’m 53, I think? Somewhere around there. And he’s obviously a Hemalurgic being. And what could he be if not an Inquisitor, what could he be? He’s obviously not a koloss…kandra don’t have spikes through the eyes…did the secrets get out? How? “He’s dead?” After a moment of thought, Corbeau adds, “this changes nothing. Come with me if you want any chance of being free. All four of you, though on my Spiky friend I doubt I have a chance at the moment. But he will be brought to justice, I’ll make sure of that.” I’ll mourn another time. Not here. Not now. Although…I do not wish to mourn, I do not feel sad. Shouldn’t I? My god is dead. @Ookla of whimsy @Ookla of Ravens @Ookla the Windwhisperer

I think the reason is that we can’t put the @ symbol in Greek, you have to use the English @ and then switch to Greek and it works. Proof: @ΨιτιsτηεΒέsτ

How do people besides Elan imagine me? I’m curious. He had a semi-correct one a while back, which was considerably more accurate than Eddie’s “personification of the color red.”

Autumn picks up two of the screws, one in each hand, and walks through the torture room with a grin on their face.

There’s nothing I can do…Lord Ruler, why didn’t I buy a gun or something before tracking down a criminal? A Hemalurgist, too. Wait. Did I seriously forget the gun? There was a gun right there. I was too eager…to eager to track him down. “I invite you to leave. Please do so. Though it will make your sentence longer when I finally catch you. I’ll make you bow down to higher powers before too long, I assure you.” “I do not believe in superstition. I saw things that many would consider magic, and I emerged triumphant. Yes, Inquisitor there, I have killed your kind before. I hardly think you have that much power over me.” Corbeau leans over to whisper to Asylum. “But if you have an offer to stay out, if you are powerful enough to make me letting you go worth my time…come to my apartment for questioning and we’ll see.”

“Yes. So you’ll put your left foot forward first.”

Zhanat pulls out large bones and a bloodseal from her bag and stamps the bones, causing them to become a five-and-a-half-foot tall squirrel. She climbs on the back until she’s above the darts, and starts moving.

Autumn tries to pick up the rack and screws.

I don’t know if this should go there, but the recently-ooklafied The Known Novel, who’s Ookla name I’m forgetting currently, I always imagine the end of his username being pronounced “nuh-vel”

Gets infinite feet. Inserts 7 boxings and 42 clips.

“Not so fast.” Corbeau grabs Eza’s arm with an iron grip and doesn’t let go. “The only people that run from the law are people that have something to hide…what do you have to hide? Why do you run from the law?” A lurcher. Powerful. It’s a good thing I keep no metal on my person, learned my lesson after dealing with one too many angry Inquisitors. “And where did you get such a pretty necklace? Are your parents rich enough to afford it? “Are your parents powerful enough for you to walk around wearing something like that and expect not to get mugged?” Her parents must be nobles, or whatever the version of nobility is in this place, for her to be able to be Allomatic. And if they are…maybe I can let their daughter escape the law in return for a large sum of money. Lord Ruler knows I need the clips, after Silverlight. “She’s just a kid!” Itsuki yells. “You don’t need to do this to her!” “Nobody can escape the arm of the law, not even children.” Unless you’re rich. Or powerful. Or me. Or all three. Or the truth: if you’re smart enough to stay out, and there are capable people trying to get you in, you are enough to stay out. Boxings help, though. @Ookla the Windwhisperer @Ookla of Ravens @Ookla of whimsy

Somebody, a middle-aged Obligator who looked like they had just run quite a distance, opened the door. “Hello. I’m investigating the commotion.” He looked around at the corpses. “What happened here?!” Corbeau asked. A serious crime center. This cannot go unpunished. The constables in this city really have no power. This would never have happened on Scadrial…then again, all the murder there is government-sanctioned. “Who should I arrest?” Itsuki raises a shaking finger at Perses and Asylum. “Them,” he says. “But don’t take the girl! She did nothing wrong.” “I’ll take whoever the Lord Ruler wills, thank you very much,” Corbeau replied. “But if these two were the ones responsible….” I should trust him. I do, but that’s probably just because of my bias against Inquisitors…they got all the Lord Ruler’s attention, he always ignored people like me. I can’t jump to conclusions, though. “I’m taking all four of you with me for questioning. If you did nothing wrong, then you have nothing to fear. If you did….” Corbeau left the threat unsaid.

I was gifted Words of Radiance as an early Christmas present and I’m rereading it so that’s fun! It’s only my second owned Sanderbook (after Yumi, which I bought when it came out) and I love owning it. I’m also attempting to read the Alleyverse. All the plot. It’s going…not too bad. My main problem is that since I’m still in the early days of the subforum it’s hard to tell what’s plot and what’s randomness. And there’s much overlap.

“Wh-wh-why does she have a dagger anyway? How old are you?” Itsuki kneels down and tries to look consoling and parent-esque to Eza. “How do you know Asylum?” Probably a street urchin. Orphan. I feel so sorry for her…she probably has Asylum for a parent figure. Asylum…doesn’t seem like they’d be the best parent. Itsuki turns towards Asylum. How did he feel about them? They were becoming friends…and then Asylum had proceeded to insult Vinette. And call The Survivor, her god, evil. Which honestly fit what Itsuki knew about The Survivor. - - - - - - Chefson Corbeau, Pewter Ironworks “Yes. The death was tragic. I wish I knew why. Likely to gain power of some sort, but why would somebody go to such great lengths to control this warehouse? It doesn’t seem like the nicest of places, even before it was ruined.” Corbeau opened a cabinet, and took out a rifle, a bloody knife, and a teddy bear. Feeling around, Corbeau sensed a false bottom. A false bottom…this person didn’t care about people knowing about the weapons, but they wanted to keep whatever was underneath a secret. They took it off, revealing only a piece of paper. On that paper was an address, and a few words. “Elevator. Coppercloud Inn.” “My friend,” Corbeau asked. “Do you think you could stay here and investigate alone for half an hour or so? There is a place that I must go.”

I need to stop this, Itsuki thinks to themselves. “How about we all just calm down and think about this rationally. Somebody’s going to get hurt if we keep doing this.” Itsuki sees the body again and gets more nauseous. “Er, again. Let’s all just say our names and our…favorite colors! My name’s Kimura Itsuki, and my favorite color is blue.” This is bad. Why do people fight? And what about that kid? She’s way too young to be involved in all of this. @Ookla of whimsy @Ookla the Windwhisperer

“Owwwwwwwwwwwww!” This scream is loud enough to be heard by everyone in a half-mile radius at least. @Ookla the Magician @Ookla the Bees

Autumn slides down the stairs, eager to reach the light.

“What’s happening? Are you the murderer?” Itsuki looks around. So much blood. So much death. And why? What is this all for? “Where am I? Who is she? Your daughter?” Itsuki points at Eza, and in doing so notices the bodies again. “I’m going to be sick…why are we here?” Itsuki proceeds to barf on the floor. @Lunamor

Aubrey took his other hand and put her other one underneath Owen’s first. “This is how we start,” she said.