BlueWildRye
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That's what I thought you were talking about. Thanks
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Book 1? As in, The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins? There are a few twists in that one. Might I ask for clarification? Maybe when it kills a contestant it grows another smaller head without a spore.
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Let me know if the Hydraspine having three different spores is too overpowered (although I don't see an immediate practical use for sunlight and zephyr and they are all very limited anyways). Also if I can only have one then I choose the Hydraspine (or maybe the Hydraspine will only appear after Jemms dies?)
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He didn't hear Rye's voice again after that.
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I'm gonna be on a trip for two days so don't do anything crazy in the RPs I'm in... Which is really just Fantasy No Magic... I guess I could join Great Spirits or How To Kill A Dragon since those seem to be the most popular
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Potential mild IOTE spoilers? Brandon needs to see this thread
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"Thanks. No 'gadgets' or anything whatsoever. Definitely not."
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"Shush! Don't expose me," he heard a voice behind him say. "It's magic. I'm a magician."
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The old merchant briefly regained his composure. "If it isn't Eyre... LIAR AND CON-ARTIST!" Eyre? Oh, yes, because Rye is supposed to be dead. He got blown up in a Shenai factory by one of his own inventions. How sad. "Liar, huh?" Eyre retorted. "Says the man who sold my creations as his own! Where did you sell them to, anyway? The government? I really don't need my stuff getting bought by power-hungry tyrants again." "The war," the merchant steamed. "I found a way to make a fortune. But it needed you! And you ruined it! Guards, seize him!" Eyre sighed, then started coughing soot. Suddenly, he disappeared in a puff of smoke.
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A guard stepped over to Kane and Khoi's table, politely lifted everything off it, and flipped the table over. Then, seeing that there was nobody hiding under it, he flipped it upright again and carefully placed everything back. "Gotta make sure," he grumbled. @Argenti @Sherma Main Meanwhile, Rye strained to climb up the fireplace. Gods, but his back was getting really, really hot. But, above him, he had almost reached the top. The cool night air just barely touched his face, taunting him to come up more, to escape the heat. Al...most... there... He sprung up, hands grasping for the edge of the chimney, but he missed and fell back down into the fire. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" he shouted, rolling out of the fireplace and into the middle of the tavern. "STOP DROP AND ROLL, STOP DROP AND ROLL... ROLL! ROLL! ROLL!" He rolled right into the fat old merchant, who squealed and called for his guards to grab Rye. Rye jumped up, covered in soot, his hair and clothes still smoking. "Uh... good evening."
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Rye shot up with a start, looking side to side to make sure that they weren't here yet. He sighed in relief. "This is great! I finally woke up before they arrived!" he exclaimed. Pushing himself to his feet, he wavered drunkenly. Who was hunting him, anyway? He couldn't remember, but it didn't matter much. He just barely managed to jump into the fireplace and scramble up the chimney a little when the door to the tavern slammed open, and a group of guards with colorful plumed helmets strolled in, followed by a fat old man with silk robes and an abundance of jewelry. Ah, yes, the merchant! He's angry because I stopped selling him watches and the ones I sold him stopped working. Yes, well, I got some good money off of him, until I learned he was selling them off as his own. "WHERE IS HE!?" the fat old merchant screeched. "GUARDS, SEARCH THE PLACE!" He paused, then tried to calm down his anger. "Ahem. The owner of this inn is a business partner of mine and has given me permission." Of course he has permission. Rye held his breath, his feet against one side of the chimney, his back against the other, hands to the sides, trying to inch his way upwards, smoke singing the back of his tunic.
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@The Aspiring Archivist
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The Greenspine wouldn't be too worried if she didn't let him out of the arena. It would find a way somehow. Humans were like nails to the magnet of power. The Greenspine? Well, it was only driven by two things. It wanted to survive. And it wanted to eat. It had no interest in human affairs so long as they kept it alive and fed. The Drominad Hunger Games had given it plenty of food. But it would never be satisfied until the day it died. And hopefully that day was far away.
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"Keep the tracker. It's better that way. And, of course, mishaps happen all the time. Do we have an agreement, then?" It smiled back, if a monster like it could smile.
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"A violent coup only further destabilizes the country. It opens up more cracks, more weaknesses for other opportunists to exploit. It takes too long to secure power by force. Perhaps something more shadowy would do... A smoke-filled room where nobody notices the knives. After all, there aren't any knives in a peaceful transfer of power, right? None but the sharp tongues and papercuts that carve a nation to your liking."
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The Greenspine pounced on its opportunity. "The president is weak, you say. You are not weaker than him, are you? We are both alike, more than you realize. In the animal world, when an opportunist sees weakness... She strikes. And ultimately, what is natural is only right."
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You're right. Without opposition there would never be stories. Opposition creates conflict, and conflict drives the tales people tell to their children and grandchildren. After all, would we be here at all if you had just let yourself die? The Greenspine waited in silence a long time. It waited until the silence was uncomfortable. "You could be president."
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"And our president is that honest an individual? For all anyone would know, we are keeping our promise. Fulfilling it, even, by defending the Free States. You could talk to the president. Convince them. You're all stuck, and you know it. You and I could be the key to bringing prosperity to the nation again."
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A very, very drunk-looking man was lying face down in front of the hearth.
