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  1. Through the Living Heir
    Nick shrugs. “I think the building is done collapsing for now. Even if it starts collapsing again, we should be able to get out alive through teleportation. I for one would like to stop the guy who’s perfectly willing to explode his own employees to try to save himself from us.”
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    The Render tries to also look thoughtful. Its shape and emotions are not truly correlated, however, so it fails. “It is a pull, a drive to even the balance. Emotions are … new to me, but this is not quite like them. Your plan may work, however.” I was thinking just cover the thing in aluminum and call it a day, but that works too. I don’t even know if aluminum would counter it, not being from the Cosmere and all. It certainly wouldn’t where it comes from, but here it may. Alright I’m actually going to sleep now. Good night to those who should be as well.
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    The man’s foot is shod in a black fabric, which seemingly contains a lattice of ridges beneath it. Pecking it leaves no mark, and it tastes horrible. The human biologist is distracted by Adtae, but the Vvondin, who is more inclined to explain anyway, speaks to you. “Calm. We do experiment - life is versatile - but we will not experiment on you, who will be, despite what my colleague says, our guests. We will swap the insides of your mouths to insure you do not spread disease, and we may give the bird set of puzzles to determine how it can communicate and what it can understand. These will be voluntary, though we will reward successful completion.” The man’s suit is reinforced against tearing; punctures in a foreign atmosphere can be catastrophic. An ordinary blade could not puncture the suit, but Adtae does not use an ordinary blade.
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    The Render stands idle, rearranging itself more. “It is my purpose. I must hunt my mage, to prevent any from misusing their power. I understand this is a place of peace.” It collects sand, dirt, and confetti into eyes, separating them to produce typical coloration. “Now, while I cannot harm the mage, I do not feel much compulsion to. If you released me, it would be stronger. When I could not feel the mage, I was at my most autonomous. I do not have a solution, but that is what I know.” I’m going to bed, once I respond in another thread.
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    Kion was smiles back, putting his hand around the one Faunus poked him with, then gripping it fully and sweeping her back into the dance. The Render rearranges its face in an attempt to appear regretful. “I do not know how to do this. You may leave me here, or make an attempt to override my purpose yourself.”
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    The man, who continues to have no actual authority and no weapons, stands his ground. “That would be assault. I would have to report you to the authorities!” The Vvondin sighs again, and gets out the car’s emergency first aid kit and weapons, hoping to prevent any problematic consequences.
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    “No; I have something I’d like to try first. And anyway, I’m not the one you’d want to clear any threats if there’s a room full of guards or something.”
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    Kion smiles. “Magic, of course. Later, I will cast the spell. Or now, actually; my Deviation is a little confusing. Fashion!” He tries to regain the rhythm of the dance.
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    “What are you looking at?” The biologist scoffs. “You’re insane. We haven’t had a feudal society for more than a millennium and this talk about shadow magic? I’m betting a Quantum is bored and messing around.”
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    The Render stands up, testing its new bipedal form. “I do not know. I am less singleminded now, but it is still my purpose to destroy those who misuse their power.”
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    The Render grumbles. “No, I don’t think so. The mage is an itch in the back of my mind. I’m sorry.”
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    “Of course I won’t. I was planning to just go around them.” SIMON tries to determine what would happen if Nick reported Ardaklin for interdimensional kidnapping.
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    Kion dances as if he hasn’t a care in the world, for indeed, until his spell wears off, he doesn’t. “I haven’t been to a party this big before. I’m loving it, although I suspect it would be hard not to.” I just realized this can be a spell. Thus: He looks at his practical outfit, then at the elegant dress Faunus is wearing. “Fashion!” he declares, and suddenly his outfit has been quite stylish since they’d started dancing. The Render, still within the ball of metal, notices its quarry casting yet another spell. And a transformation one too - it uses its increased ability to sculpt itself to slowly become more humanoid in shape.
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    “I’m Kion, by the way. Are you enjoying the party?” Kion confidently leads Faunus to the dance floor, magic guiding his steps and influencing his mood. This is enjoyable, honestly. Perhaps I should loosen up more often and help others here to do the same.
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    you’re the first one to comment on that. Kion takes Faunus’s hand, smiling cheerfully. “May I have this dance?” Meanwhile, or in truth several seconds earlier, the spell reaches the Render within its prison. Such a frivolous spell would never have been cast by someone threatened by a Render, but rather than make it stronger or faster, something strange happened. Which will not be revealed to Narrators yet. Thank you! I may start such a plot after the party.
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    Kion gets up. “Oh, sorry. Yes, I could dance. I’m not very good, although I suppose I can fix that now. Honestly, I’m shocked Narrators are only using as much magic as they do. Maybe all the words contribute.” He shakes his head again, trying to snap out of it. “Perhaps this may help: celebration!” Several seconds before, Kion now gets up eagerly rather than his stunned reaction. “I’d love to dance. Celebration!” I have to go to sleep soon. Kion is magically better at celebrating, and thus dancing, now; I’ll let you control him as long as you don’t go too deep into lore. Honestly, his spell makes it hard for him to not celebrate, thus justifying his inability to mention anything non-celebration related until it wears off.
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    Kion continues sitting there, trying to recover from the shock of what he’s been through and the bewildering implications of what he’d just done. Great, thanks for the information. The fact that the Lore Plotblade exists implies Exposition has some different powers than I thought, potentially involving knowledge of lore but not the ability to change it.
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    The biologist huffs. “Well, avian species are seemingly most likely to become sapient, and it did follow my instructions, although that could just be confirmation bias.”
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    Cole wonders why it’s taking him so long to fly into the air, and why the soldiers aren’t trying to stop him.
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    Nick looks up at the building, shocked. “I hope nobody was in there when that happened… the man’s a monster.” His suit draws nutrients back out of the roots, shriveling them, and he checks over his equipment. “This will damage our chances at any sort of media campaign, unless we find evidence Ardaklin is behind it. Tenth, Glinte? You two up for getting us past that barricade?”
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    Thanks. Are Plotblades found anywhere special? Honestly, is there a collection of lore somewhere? There’s a man sitting stunned next to a massive ball of purple metal; if Faunus needs a starting emotion that could be an excellent source of confusion, terror, awe, and exhaustion. If anger was what she desired, though, someone else would have to do.
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    The man makes what is quite possibly the worst choice in the situation. “You’re under arrest too. For… something. Accomplice to whatever that man did.” Off to the side, the Vvondin’s translator makes a slightly robotic sigh.
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    The man begins to panic, then calms as his suit injects him with sedative. This may not have been the best idea, however, as he then goes. “If you’re a criminal, you’re under arrest. Through the authority of the IISC, I’m confiscating whatever it is that lets you teleport, your suit other than life support, and any other weapons or xenotech you may possess.”
  25. Through the Living Heir
    Cole jumps upward, trying to get to somewhere windy. There was a lot more air around than cold, after all; perhaps he could outlast them.
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