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  1. Verdance
    *her* ”this is why you don’t drop the freaking knife,” Eden whispered to herself as she retrieved it and turned to meet the newcomer. “Thanks, but I had that under control,” she said.
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    When is the next signups?
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    Beautiful write up actually. How many times have you read Stormlight, you sound pretty much the same as Sanderson — kudos to Doc for being pure evil, if he ends up in the next game same as me I will be afraid — oh yeah btw this entire thing is awesome I am for sure signing up for the next one, when is that
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    Eden took the opportunity to stand up and yank as hard as she could on a solid patch of flight feathers on the things wing, throwing it off balance and causing more than a little pain.
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    Huh
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    Good job to the elim which still exists at this point in the game.. That shouldn’t be a spoiler, right?
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    Eden landed on the ground with an oomph, hands scrabbling for the knife she had just dropped. “Yeah, yeah,” she said. “Humans can screech TOO!”, she screamed back, then not finding the knife, she punched it in the face. “The knife, kid!”, she said quickly, the subject in question having scrambled to hide in the alley.
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    Ah, ok, don’t want to intrude on his plot thread if he’s already said Stone wants to do it himself
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    I was imagining this in the same city as Utility, Stone, and Ribbon, probably should have stated it “Yup, knife out, knife out!”, she said, stumbling back and watching from an empty alley. The winged people had an almost hilarious advantage over the normal soldiers, striking from above with comically long spears, but the soldiers did outnumber them, and several used slings to try and retaliate. The entire population of the square’s normal citizens decided this would be a good time to find business somewhere else. Violently. “This cannot be real. What even is this? Did Draco spike my freaking water bottle again?”, she said to herself. Several small children were almost trampled in the rush to vacate the square. One ran in her direction, then saw her and fell over in shock. “No, it’s okay,” Eden said. “I won’t hurt you.” She put the knife on the stone and smiled gently.
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    Hmmm… since the end goal for Inkwell and 9/10 is for them to fight and eventually both die as my first characters, I think it’s fine if I start a secondary character to work with. Bass players never got enough recognition. You needed one to start a band, but who ever pays attention to the stable thrum at the back of a song when there’s the drums beating the rhythm into someone’s soul like gospel, the vocals stealing the stage, or the guitar begging for attention? No one in their right minds. Eden only played bass because her bandmates were more experienced with their own instruments- she was primarily an electric guitar player. But it was good enough to be a part of something greater than herself. Mostly. Then, one day, everything disappeared. Ripped from her normal college life, her band, her family, appearing… here. The middle of a walled city that looked like something out of Monty Python. “Where the —— am I?” She screamed at someone passing by, who seemed to ignore her for no reason at all. Mostly. Maybe the fry in her voice was a bit… intimidating. She fingered the knife in her pocket, seeing some lunatic dressed up like a freaking medieval knight ride by on a real horse with a hand what looked like a very real bastard sword, a very possibly real corpse of something that looked just short of human draped across the horses rump. First order of business? Find friendly people. @Through The Living Glass
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    Night rearranges the stars to spell out a handful of letters. “ I A G R E E “
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    Really? Interesting. It always seemed American, like a mashup of the Wild West and early industrial NYC. Good to know.
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    I need to know what culture in the Cosmere is most similar to France. I don’t remember reading anything and thinking, “wow, this is the cultural equivalent of French heritage”, like the Roughs does with the Wild West or like Yuma’s planet does with either Chinese or Japanese culture. Would some country from Tress possibly work?
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    Ah. That’s not a problem. Good luck with whatever you are busy with! wait a second I just remembered a fascinating fact about the human body you see your average human body usually is mortal, and therefore requires sleep- Bye everyone I would wish you all a great day but from my perspective it is anything but day
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    “It’s right. It… just just shouldn’t be. I want it out. I want the Dreamsmith to make it a body. So I can be rid of it.”
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    that feels ripped right out of Eragon I love it “Yes.” “There’s no way that’s how this works.” “It’s not up to me. It’s up to him.”
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    9/10mmHB#2 groans and gets up, clothes soaked with salt water, dust from the ground already making a muddy mess. So inconvenient! “I’m just- -fine, thank you. I should be asking about you, though. What on earth were you doing at the bottom of the ocean?”, Inkwell finished. He looked around, not immediately spotting Omen, possibly because he wasn’t physically there, or more likely because the Splendorlight was still repairing his ocular nerves. “Talk about infinite baths… uh, where are you?”
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    You’ve been waiting for an opportunity to exploit that weakness, haven’t you? Perfect although I could get semantic and say that if the water is targeting Inkwell, who is currently in the Backseat, then it doesn’t do anything. Alas, semantics. 9/10 didn’t even blink before the water threw it hundreds of feet away. Generally, this would kill someone. In this case, all the Splendorlight Inkwell had gained up to this point was completely used up, and 9/10 even managed to extract the ink in the pen (which was formed of Light) as well as some excess traces of Light on the broken fabrial. It lost hold of Futility in the salty blast before the hole sealed behind it. The sword appeared in the sheath, and it looked up at the sky, thoroughly embarrassed.
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    Who is Utility, btw? Your Narrator?
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    Oh yeah I’ve read that, I was trying to set up for a funny moment. In any case -cut through the fabric of reality to, McDonalds. At random. Except, it didn’t emerge in McDonalds. It’s literally fine 9/10 canonically can make mistakes and misinterpret things, it used to blur the line between character and… me, more often anyhow. It’s just trying to annoy Inkwell, and not really taking the time to give him accurate information
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    Inkwell, staring at the stupid vault that he couldn’t unlock from the outside, teleport inside of, or cut open, didn’t want to think about efficiency. “Fog is a withergeist now. She cannot be a good example. And since when did I look up to her?” “That doesn’t mean I look up to her. I’m just not a murderous psychopath.” “You didn’t know that. And besides, you were trying to stab sentient mist with a sword. You looked like an idiot.” There was no way he was getting into this vault. He was literally wandering the plot aimlessly, trying to put off the one thing he had to do for as long as possible. “You know what? Fine. We’ll go ask the Dreamsmith for your stupid body. I hope you’re happy. Tell me, how do I find Omen?” @NameIess
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    *spectating intensifies*
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    Night intervenes and crafts some googly eyes and stretchy hands for the Wind out of stardust, dropping them into the air where they float, inexplicably against all known rules of physics.
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    Inkwell stared at the vault. Apparently Rebus wasn’t able to get inside. He tried to get his train of thought to go somewhere else besides “build a house inside” but it seemed to be quite fixated on the idea. He eventually shrugged, deciding that an infinitely sharp blade designed to cut through the fabric of reality should probably be able to do the job, even without factoring in mordite alloys. He sauntered up to the vault wall and stabbed the thing with Futility- actually, that might be a bad idea. Best to leave the thing intact for later. How did Malevolence get in? He stared, confused. “I don’t suppose you know what this is made of or how it works, do you?”, he said aloud to 9/10. “Don’t teach her that. Seriously, you have no idea?”
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    Inkwell nodded, drew Futility, and cut into the fabric of reality, emerging a distance away from Bacon. The rift bled electromagnetic radiation, the mordite not just piercing, but biting into the fabric of reality itself, making Inkwell invisible for a few moments as the rift sizzled shut. He assessed the situation. what exactly is going on near Bacon? @NameIess@xinoehp512
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