Through the Living Elan

"He.. he's dead. He was... there, with Cassian, when he died. Someone came in, it was a massacre. He died. Cassian lived. I hate Cassian for that, I HATE HIM, why did he live and MY SON DIE. I hate Anansi, because Cassian is his son. But more than either of them I HATE MYSELF. I told him... I told him I'd always be there for him, and then I wasn't. When he needed me most I wasn't there. And so I hate myself." Elan looked up. "I don't know WHY I'm telling you this." Elan drew a knife out of his robe. "Just leave, now. Go. Or you'll die."

Elan sighs. "Dustbringer. I bring dust. It's all I do, is destroy. That... that was my son."

Wonderful. What is your 13.53853th least favorite shape of a neon color? On a scale of one to squared what is your favorite color of the alphabet true or false?

"That is NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS." Elan said. "Just... please. Leave me alone."

Elan looks up. He gasps, jumping back, deftly slipping the recorder back into his robe. "You! You leave me alone! Just LET ME BE!"

Elan struts in to the room. He gestures in some guards, and they grab Anansi. Elan nods to Eddie as he exits the room. Anansi is brought to a room, which is painted completely white. In the center is a cold metal chair. The guards slam Anansi into the chair and lock him in, chaining his head, feet, and hands in place. In front of Anansi sits a screen, which Elan turns on. It begins to play a short clip. Cassian getting killed in the arena. The scene loops over and over. In the background voices softly speak. "I love you daddy." "DADDY YOU PROMISED!" "HELP DADDY! HELP!" Elan walks out of the room, along with the guards, leaving Anansi to watch his son die. Over, and over, and over. Elan knew the boy was alive, but Anansi wouldn't. And those cognitive shadows couldn't reach him in that room. The walls had been completely lined with aluminum. Elan sat outside of the room. He could hear the clip playing. He closed his eyes and pulled out a small ball. He shifted it from one hand to another, listening to the voice. It was so similar... so similar to his own sons voice. He pulled out a small device. A recorder, once owned by his son. He pressed play. "Hey daddy!" It said. "Hey," Elan responded. "Daddy, do you love me?" "Yes, of course I do buddy. With all I have." "Daddy, you'll always be here for me, right?" "Of course. Of course I will." "That's nice. I love you too. I love you everywhere, forever." Elan closed his eyes. A tear fell down his cheek, and he quickly wiped it away. He couldn't look weak. Wouldn't look weak. Or he would die too.

What is your favorite jam flavor?

Rukk instinctively drew his lightsaber and ignited it. He breathed in and out nervously. You can do this. He thought to himself.

Can I be… an archeologist? (Sorry, just watched Indiana Jones and now I want to RP one) I wanna go look for old stuff. And maybe steal it out from peoples noses.

Yeah, what RCJ said. I mean, the fact that it has like all the Brando Sando worlds mushed together is just epic sounding. And also how funny the thread of People you wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley, that hooked me as well. So the mushing of worlds and the humoresque-stuff? And how much it’s developed, I think that’s super cool.

Not anything specific. Just the idea in whole, I haven’t read through any thread specifically (I don’t have much time). I figured I should ask because there’s so much lore and stuff I don’t know.

GUYS I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD- ITS OKAY- I'M HERE TO HELP- - @SmilingPanda19

Oh no…

Oh man I sound insane. I’m glad you mostly quoted Eddie and not me

Hey! Just wondering if we can revive all this, I’m super interested!

DO NOT READ UNLESS YOUVE READ RHYTHM OF WAR: What can a Bendalloy savant do?

Elan leaves cuz the snail is boring.

Elan appears out of the Stormlit hunger games, grabs the snail, and throws it into a tiny Snail Hunger Games arena, waiting for it to get killed.

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Elan sat quietly next to the paint and the control board. He hated the universe. He hated everyone. People were meaningless, messed up, failures. Technology was all Elan had hope for in the universe. And that STUPID WHINY OVERLY HAPPY CHILD HAD RUINED IT ALL.