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C O N C E P T S ᵇʸ ᴱˣᴵᵗ

I SWEAR IF THIS WORKS BROKENPROMISE
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test	It's still bold! I trusted you! You were the chosen one! I have a family!

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• Since I'm here. Taking a look at something Mae did that might present a solution.
BrokenPromise is telling me to tell someone but talking to people anywhere
is spooky.

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What Are You Listening To?

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	A T T H E W E D D I N G 2025 _____________________ tennis _____________________ at the wedding (single) _________

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⇜ Deicide ⇝ [Dark Fantasy Isekai]

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What is happening to me?!What is happening to me?! _____________________________________________________________________________________________________ ”What the-...?!” The girl had been positioned just a little behind the others in such a way that her own transformation had gone mostly unnoticed. By the time the woman had given her warning to the girl, her arm was nearly identical to the complexion of the guard holding the spear. She immediately dropped hers and took a few steps back, bringing her hands up in front of her so she could better see the affliction that was further spreading. It had begun earlier as a subtle sensation crawling across her arm, but was quickly dismissed as her having fallen asleep on it while unconscious. The ice needles prickling under her skin was nothing more than the blood returning to her fingertips and her nerves firing off, she thought. But while standing there addressing the others and watching events unfold, she realized her arm never stopped feeling weird. More than that, the spear in her hand, which had earlier felt cold to the touch, was still just as cold as before. It felt as though she were holding a rod of ice. It had refused to warm to her touch the entire time she’d been holding it and the needles in her fingertips never went away. Only now, she understood why, or at the very least understood why her arm felt the way it did. She did not understand what was happening to it. ...Um… Was my arm always like this?... No. No no. I grabbed the spear with my hand. My hand. A regular human looking hand. I know what those look like because I’ve seen hands… I have a han-... Images flashed in her mind’s eye once again. Stills from the one memory she had. She thumbed through each frame of a disconnected life and focused on the things she could recognize: A forest of blue roses. A hat shaped like a cloud. An avian dressed in streaks of fire. A large man with a name, the shape of which she couldn’t quite make out. But what stood out to her most above all else was in the foreground and tucked away in the corner. Just barely out of focus were three appendages. Green tipped and gloved. ...Okay… what…? Her left hand was indeed a hand. Although not what she remembered her hand to be, it was something she did recognize. Proportionally shaped. All fingers accounted for and in their proper place. All fingers working properly, attested to the fact that she could sign a rather common expletive. The right hand however was not a hand she recognized. Black scales protruded from her skin like oblong plates of obsidian. Jagged and cut like natural rock formations that were just casually growing out of her and continuing to do so as it crawled up the length of her arm. This was not something she considered natural at all. ”Yeah. Hi!” She turned again to the others. ”I don’t even… what is happening to me?!”

Character Sheet. Name. ??? Age. ??? Gender. Female Race. Curse ___________________________......... Current Appearance. As pictured but her right arm up to her elbow is covered in black scales. She's visibly distressed. Location. Ruins of Illium Interactions. Everyone Summary. A nameless girl realizes she's made a mistake. Holding one of the spears has resulted in her right arm transforming. _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Microfiction & Poetry contest #13 - voting and feedback

Great entries. I went back and forth between two and while one was great in its handling of the sometimes mundane nature of luck and how a streak of bad luck can really derail an entire day (I really liked this entry), the other used the prompt of 'the meeting' much better. I cast my vote for Superstition Kills.

⇜ Deicide ⇝ [Dark Fantasy Isekai]

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Character Sheet. Name. ??? Age. ??? Gender. Female Race. Curse ___________________________........... Current Appearance. As pictured. Location. ??? Interactions. Everyone. Summary. A nameless girl wakes up in an unfamiliar world and seeks help from others nearby. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Where the hell am I?Where the hell am I? _____________________________________________________________________________________________________ A girl woke up lost just like the rest of them; lying on her back, looking at a strange sky, smelling the ash in the air. She had no recollection of who she was, where she was or how she ended up in the middle of a desolate and scorched field, but she did have a memory. The flashing images of a time from before repeating themselves over and over in her head. Slides of some far off dream she recognized but could not marry with the present. It was a mystery, but it was all she had, and despite the memory itself leaving her feeling annoyed, she clung to it like a child would a toy. Whatever it was this mote of time she was allowed to keep, she'd guard it and use it and this place to fill in the gaps in her memory and find out what happened. The gathering in the distance seemed a good place to start. Slowly, she got to her feet, brushed the dirt from her skirt and pulled a nearby spear out of the ground. ··· Hesitancy was betrayed by curiosity. There was too much she didn’t know and no other way for her to fill that void. She needed answers and she knew that the best way to get those answers was to ask. So she did. She approached the group, spear held firmly in both hands defensively and a question held at the tip of her tongue. She was prepared to throw either one. Both at the same time if she must, but as she grew closer, she began overhearing bits and pieces of a conversation already being had. Questions, lots of them. A lot of questions and a lot of questions being asked back to back in a wildly uneven manner. ...Huh... At first glance, it seemed that those gathered here were just as confused as she was. She shoved the sharp end of the spear into the ground and blurted out the first thing that came to mind: ”Hiiieeee.” Standing before the group was a relatively short gal. Five feet tall. Hair like sun-bleached driftwood that was cut short to her chin and parted like a stiff curtain around her face. A dark cloak hung from her shoulders and half obscured the thin frame of a girl underneath. A black buttoned shirt ended at the hem of a pleated skirt. The skirt stopped just above her knees. Sheer leggings poured into ankle boots that were already covered in mud. She was clearly not dressed for this world. One hand held firmly onto the buried spear. The other extended an outward palm in a meek greeting. ”Hello. I… uh. I'm sorry to interrupt but I’m a little lost and I have all of the same questions that she does.” She finished, gesturing toward the woman who'd just dropped her hands.

⇜ Deicide ⇝ [Dark Fantasy Isekai]

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- Changed the description of character skills to better represent
exactly what she can do.
- Added 'mystery code'.

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Age. ??? Gender. Female Race. Curse Skill One. Can shrink down to about two inches in height and can also return to her original height at will. The time taken to complete the change in size is one second. Visually, she simply shrinks. There is no instant visual change, no sound, no flashing lights or effects. __________________________........... Skill Two. Has the ability to send and receive messages with anyone she has met. The distance does not matter and she does not need to have eye contact with them. These message are delivered telepathically and cannot be picked up or interrupted by anyone else. Replies work much the same way. Code. Dvrgtgin

ThemeTheme _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Psychology. She is singular in her focus, driven to be as verbally obtrusive as she can. She doesn't know why, she just knows that for some reason her voice matters and everyone should hear it. Everyone is supposed to hear it, and so she's naturally loud. Loud and pragmatic. Once she knows what she and those around her are capable of, she understands where the line is and when and how not to cross it. More importantly, this means she understands how little help she is in a fight. Besides trying to be the voice of reason, or annoyance to some, she'll do little else besides stay out of the way and stay out of the fight. She is also quite inquisitive. Of people. She really wants to know why they do what they do and then maybe try and tell them to do the opposite just to see if they will. What I Remember. · A Crossroad. What do I remember? Well I'll tell you what I remember. I remember a crossroad. But not like an actual crossroad. Like, the kind you find in life. The kind where there are two paths ahead of you and one of them is obviously the better one. I stood there like a signpost, okay? I stood there and I told him "Go this way! This way is safe. This way is right. THIS is where all the cool people go." But did he listen? NO! No he didn't! He said in not so similar words, "But I want to go this way." and then walked RIGHT OFF A CLIFF! But not like an actual cliff. What I Can't Remember. · A Failure. That idiot and his stupid dream. His willingness to kill so. Many. People. And for what? I watched him literally step on the backs of other people. I watched him take something beautiful and destroy it for his own benefit. I watched him at every crossroad in horror as he dug up the other path and set the signpost on fire. And finally, when it was my time, when his greed and rage and indifference saw to me tumbling off the cliff edge with him to our end, a single thought crossed my mind: Why didn't you listen to me?! Oh and that cliff we tumbled off of? It was real. It was a real cliff! I died! Honestly? You people suck. Why do I even try?_ _ _

⇜ Deicide ⇝ [Dark Fantasy Isekai]

I know we spoke and you gave me the green light to submit a sheet, but in case things change, I'm alright being put into reserve. There are a lot of very good people here already and I wouldn't want to further slow down the game. Please let me know if you need me to make any changes.

Edit: I forgot to remove the placeholder name I left in.

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Age. ??? Gender. Female Race. Curse Skill One. Perspective is a silly thing. There are so many ways to discover how to look at something that sometimes, you forget why you were looking at it in the first place. I don't know why everything and everyone was once so much bigger than me, but for some god awful reason, I can be small. __________________________........... Skill Two. And sometimes, that little voice in your head? Well that's me. I've got a lot to say and I'd appreciate it if you'd listen. I don't care where you are. I don't care who else is talking to you. You're going to hear what I have to say because as far as I'm concerned, it's important. No really. Really! It's important I swear!

ThemeTheme _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Psychology. She is singular in her focus, driven to be as verbally obtrusive as she can. She doesn't know why, she just knows that for some reason her voice matters and everyone should hear it. Everyone is supposed to hear it, and so she's naturally loud. Loud and pragmatic. Once she knows what she and those around her are capable of, she understands where the line is and when and how not to cross it. More importantly, this means she understands how little help she is in a fight. Besides trying to be the voice of reason, or annoyance to some, she'll do little else besides stay out of the way and stay out of the fight. She is also quite inquisitive. Of people. She really wants to know why they do what they do and then maybe try and tell them to do the opposite just to see if they will. What I Remember. · A Crossroad. What do I remember? Well I'll tell you what I remember. I remember a crossroad. But not like an actual crossroad. Like, the kind you find in life. The kind where there are two paths ahead of you and one of them is obviously the better one. I stood there like a signpost, okay? I stood there and I told him "Go this way! This way is safe. This way is right. THIS is where all the cool people go." But did he listen? NO! No he didn't! He said in not so similar words, "But I want to go this way." and then walked RIGHT OFF A CLIFF! But not like an actual cliff. What I Can't Remember. · A Failure. That idiot and his stupid dream. His willingness to kill so. Many. People. And for what? I watched him literally step on the backs of other people. I watched him take something beautiful and destroy it for his own benefit. I watched him at every crossroad in horror as he dug up the other path and set the signpost on fire. And finally, when it was my time, when his greed and rage and indifference saw to me tumbling off the cliff edge with him to our end, a single thought crossed my mind: Why didn't you listen to me?! Oh and that cliff we tumbled off of? It was real. It was a real cliff! I died! Honestly? You people suck. Why do I even try?_ _ _

ᵗʰᵉ Last Avatar.

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West GateWest Gate ____________________________________________________________________________. Sunlight spread across the desert as a brilliant red, setting flame to the outline of Tu Zin against the mountain it was nestled against and heralding the return of another day. The warmth of its first light was cast across the dusty settlement like a net, chasing the last of the morning’s dawn into the shadows of rocks and rubble. It burned across dirt paths and slipped into the open windows and cracked doors of the earliest to rise; of those who woke to watch the sky catch fire and witness a beautiful thing impossible to see inside the walls of the Republic. Feyi never forgot her first time, and every day since then, she’d wait outside to give witness. By the time the sun had slipped above the distant mountains, she was already well and truly up. She’d spent the early morning hours in the dark, directing a handful of people as they prepped for a journey into the Wilds. They loaded supplies into the back of a vehicle parked at the front gate; a jeep albeit an ugly thing when compared to the Kyoshi. Even in the softer light of the morning sun, it was obvious that years exposed to the elements hadn't been kind to it. What had once been a white coat of paint had turned to a smudged brown from sand constantly scratching at the surface. Damage sustained to the exterior over time had been repaired over and over again with sections of metal plates wielded… or sometimes taped to the frame. The windows had been reinforced, the grill too fixed with a bullbar. A makeshift cage had been crudely attached to one side of the vehicle to create more space for cargo. All of it was rather mismatched and haphazardly cobbled together like a misshapen puzzle. Cosmetics clearly weren’t a point of concern, but while Tu Zin’s own vehicles weren’t conventionally attractive by any means when compared to the Kyoshi, in some ways, they performed better. Tu Zin knew a thing or two about traversing the lands around their home. Supplies were fairly straight forward. There was stable food and water, enough for at least a week outside the settlement which was longer than their three day planned excursion. Enough gas to get to and from their destination with some to spare. There were camping and cooking supplies, medical supplies and even some stacks of old newspaper for ass-wipe. All of it was loaded into the Jeep with a second, similar pile of supplies neatly stacked to the side and being loaded into the Kyoshi. Additionally, laid out on the hood of the jeep were a few extra guns, because while necessities were certainly important, what mattered significantly more to most going out were their means of defending themselves. Its why there was a large gun mounted to the roof of the jeep. The Wilds were dangerous. Fauna didn’t always play nice and sometimes, neither did the flora. People were dangerous as well but so too were spirits. They were out there, despite being less of a presence now than they were before the war. They were also incredibly dangerous. Bullets were useless, and according to Unye, bending wasn’t much help either. Their best chance in that situation would be to run. ”You understand?” ”You know I know some of this too, right? I was the main operator for SynEn’s PipeRunners. Some might say the best. Mostly Jin.” Sumire gave Feyi a thumbs up. ”People bad. Spirits bad. Flowers bad. I've got it.” Feyi placed another case of water into the back of the Kyoshi. ”Remind me again why you decided to leave? You’re not a Bender and Jin isn’t your blood, unless I’m missing something.” ”Jin is... well he's...” Sumire’s eyes seemed to wander off as she willing let go of the words she wanted to say. She turned toward the desert sun and let golden light wash across her face, splashing the cool of a still retreating dawn from her cheeks with a gentle warmth. The softer edges of her were slowly beginning to harden during her time in the desert. Or maybe she'd always been like this. It was hard to tell. ”I've been watching his back for a long time. That idiot needs me.” She turned back to Feyi and beamed her a wide smile before grabbing one of the pistols from the guns laying on the hood of the jeep. She pushed it into place on her hip. ...Or maybe I need him?...

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A week has passed since the meeting with Unye. Although much had been discussed, three things seemed the most important: First, he’d informed the group that they were not the only ‘settlement’ in the Wilds. Although it could be said Tu Zin was one of the larger ones, there were pockets of civilization dotting what was left of the world. Most survivors still lived near the capitals of the Bending nations and despite a more challenging way of life, these survivors thrived. Trade of goods and information did happen by way of dedicated couriers. Second, he explained that while Tu Zin was relatively close to the City, the natural barriers surrounding the settlement helped to keep them out of the city's eyes. The area surrounding Tu Zin was a drone blind spot. It was impossible to pass through the Si Wong Desert from the North. East of that was the Bastion Sea and West were the ruins of Gao Ling. Synergy Radiation in the area disabled any equipment running on Synergy. The third was the unfortunate reality of threats to Tu Zin. There had always been inherent danger to travel outside of any settlement but in the past couple weeks, it seemed disappearances had increased significantly, and not just on the road. Unye was forced to take a closer look at the situation when disappearances began happening inside the city. It had earlier been decided that after the conclusion of their celebration, a team would be assembled to investigate the disappearances. Reports had indicated sightings of strange creatures outside a nearby forest and it was there that they would start. An invitation was extended to the group in the hopes that in exchange for a place to call home, they would help to defend that home in its time of need. During that meeting, the man standing next to Unye, Tenet, remained silent. In the week between that meeting and now, the group was given free reign of the settlement once again, except of course to the town hall. Once the rest of the hunting teams returned without incident, the last part of their celebration kicked off with a huge feast. Sandworm is quite good. Posts for this round can include a snippet from their past week in the settlement. It is the early morning on the first day of the expedition.

ᵀʰᵉ Last Avatar & ᵀʰᵉ Red Lotus.

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The UndergroundThe Underground ____________________________________________________________________________. ”Am I in trouble?” It was difficult for Katakuri to put into plain words the gravity of their situation. Chosah didn’t and couldn’t understand. Her world, as far as either of them were concerned, was nothing more than play, sleep and her favorite foods. Claps for accomplishments. Laughs for things she found silly. Tears for the things she disliked. Hugs and kisses and the promise of more of them tomorrow and every day after that. But the discovery of what she was and Katakuri’s choice to protect her, pulled her from that world and thrust her into a new one. The real one, where laughs and smiles and cheers weren’t given to Benders no matter their age. The look in her eyes was tearing at a small piece of him. Chipping away at a wall that had been carefully built through years of conditioning. Brick by brick, everything he’d been taught and knew was true had been fed to him by the program that trained him; the program that shaped him into the sharpened tool he was. He’d been made an effective agent of the LSF, and the city and the wider world knew peace because of it. So why did everything he know stand in direct defiance of the girl wrapped in his arms? Why was such a simple directive so difficult to follow? All he was meant to do now was turn the child in. It wasn’t important what the LSF did with her afterwards. All he needed to know was that she had the potential to be dangerous and the world was much better off without her. He knew this. Understood it truly to his core. But he also knew his world was never the same since Chosah. He knew that this world, the one he helped to uphold, never gave to him what the child in his arms gave to him freely, every day. ”Daddy? --- By the time Shinobi News broadcast Tao’s speech to the wider Republic, Katakuri was already beneath the streets and out of the public eye. Once in the Underground, he knew it would be impossible for anyone to find out who or what he was. All he needed to do now was keep a low profile and keep moving. Already he'd ditched his dinner jacket and replaced it with a stained coat he paid a small amount of yuan to a beggar for. Chosah too was given a small, dirty and hooded cloak that he secured around her neck and over her shoulders. With the hood up, her features were obscured and when standing next to Katakuri, the pair blended naturally with the noise of the crowds. Before they ventured too deep and the air became a danger for Chosah, Katakuri also managed to procure for her a breathing mask and a number of oxygen capsules. It would be enough to last at least a day or two for Chosah alone. Katakuri figured he’d be fine and if he needed to, he’d find means for himself when the time came. For now, getting Chosah to a place he knew she stood a chance was all that mattered. Everything else came after.