Ink and Embers

I turn the hill into a giant spaceship and fly off to Ganymede.

Repetition

Ink laughs. "Well, he's about as ... biased, maybe? Jet is the part of me that knows I can be judgemental and is trying to improve that." "Yup!" Ink waves enthusiastically. "Hi again, Grayce! Fish!!!"

*hugs* We love you too!!!

And we've ran out of supplies to eat 'Cos the war, our food store's depleted

Ink quickly Googles what a mirror cube is. "Ah, awesome!" They walk over to the bar and pick up a skullful of what is hopefully apple juice, dismissing xir Blade. "Hi, Aspiration! This is Jet, this is Arc, and this is Klaira." She gestures to an Inkspren in a trench coat, a Cryptic on hir shirt, and a Cultivationspren wrapped around faer foot, respectively.

Ink wakes up from where he'd passed out due to demonic fungi. Or sleep deprivation. They weren't entirely sure. "Oooo, spren!" ze exclaims, then summons her own shardblade, which is a twisting combination of green, red, and black. "I have spren now! I can do stuff on this Thread! I hate pronouns!"

Kevin blinks. "Uh. Yes? If the alternative is being eaten, very definitely yes? Sorry for eating some of you earlier, I wasn't exactly thinking straight. You know, imminent death and all that. You want some mac'n'cheese?" He pulls out another box, then frowns. "Where on Earth do I keep getting these from?"

Kevin passes him an even more squashed box of mac'n'cheese. "You got a name?" He also walks over to the sleeping figure on the floor and kicks him in the shoulder. "Do you think he's dead? I can't tell."

"Uncertain. The edibility test results aren't back yet. Would you like some more mac'n'cheese?"

I adopt it. I then steal the Sandwich via Gold Compounding.

Veganism

Kevin is relieved the boy has apparently stopped trying to eat him. "I'm not completely sure. I ate some of them, but I think they were trying to eat me first and I don't speak spider. How are you?"

Oh, hunger. Kevin exhales in relief. I can deal with that. He pulls a greasy, half-crushed box of mac'n'cheese out his pockets and offers it to the boy, giggling at Nomu's silly face. He also drops a sweet wrapper on the floor in an effort to appease the spiders.

Cayansa, New Hallendren, New Hallandren Garrison Cayansa half-stood, half-tumbled out of their seat, relieved to be free from the bland room with its mind-breaking colours. They turned to Midas and gave an awkward bow of respect. "Uh- thank you! Very much! I hope you manage to catch the culprit soon! Please say if there's anything we can do to help!" To help? Reyx asked, sounding like broken thunder in a bottle - normally a sign they were horrified - as they flitted towards the exit. You mean we're coming back here again? I mean... maybe. Cayansa shrugged. If we find Naher in this district, this would be a good place to report him. And if not... No, that's a terrible idea, Reyx butted in. There was a pause in which they glittered hesitantly, then added, You're going to do it, aren't you? Life before Death. Can you really rest peacefully knowing there's a group wreaking havoc with antilight in populated areas? We can at least try to stop this repeating, Reyx. Cayansa clenched and unclenched their fists repeatedly, waiting for the others to leave the room. I want to help. @KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren @KnightSkye Reforged @Koloss17 @Hoid Slayer

Kevin flaps anxiously, morphing back into his human form in the grey hoodie. He holds his hands up in a sort of surrender, performing a nervous tap dance. "Uh oh. Um. Hello? I come in peace?" Stormit. I should've brought a weapon. Gotta diplomat out of this one now.

was literally ear-bleeding. Jan

Kevin blinks rapidly at the sudden onslaught of spiders and new people. He snaps his head back and forward, seeming shaking for a moment, before vanishing into his clothing and reforming as a pigeon. He quickly gobbled up some of the smaller spiders, then flaps over to Nomu and the boy, cawing with curiousity.

I eat your Barnes and Noble rewards card, thus reassembling my body.

HORRAY YOU'RE ALIVE Spiked cookies

Ink hugs-attacks Kyo. "You're doing great. I hope it all sorts out soon."

Ink pours a cup of soda onto Ryn's head without realising. "So I sent my pigeon into a war zone?"

Trying to relocate your soul

I snatch it from NerdSandwich and take it back to the auction house.