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SIXTY ✖ VOICE & SPAM
[Warden Filter + Zane]
My inmate and I were interested in exploring alternative treatments for severe lead poisoning. If anyone has any information or suggestions on how to reverse the damage, or thinks their inmate might know something useful, don't hesitate to let us know.
[Infirmary Filter]
I understand that there are medical treatments available, but Zane is uncomfortable with involving the infirmary staff in this matter, and it was difficult enough to convince him to accept any help, let alone pushing him to accept treatment in the infirmary or by one of the doctors on board.
That said, if there's anything you're aware of that might help, [Particularly Mr. Sorcerer, you know who you are.] I'll try to convince him to be more amenable to the idea.
[Spam for the CES]
[Charles goes to the CES almost every day to run. It's helped him feel better, more in control, and it's a better coping mechanism than locking himself in the pub or otherwise curling up in a ball and shutting out the world. Even with the recent changes, he still comes up here often, sometimes alone, because he just needs it.
So the only reason today is different is that when he steps inside and starts jogging away from the door, he stops and stares at the familiar sight of the mansion. It's crumbling and decrepit, with vegetation growing wild and untamed in front of and in between the bricks. The west wall has almost completely disintegrated, and he's not really sure how he feels about it, honestly. This place had never really felt like home when he'd been younger, but he had definitely found himself missing it while he'd been here. Seeing it like this, after not seeing it in so long, is just... something, and for a long moment, he can't bring himself to do anything but stare at it.
Eventually, he'll keep running, keeping his distance from the building without really noticeably avoiding it. It's easier to focus on that, and not on what emotions are stirring after seeing the building this way.]
My inmate and I were interested in exploring alternative treatments for severe lead poisoning. If anyone has any information or suggestions on how to reverse the damage, or thinks their inmate might know something useful, don't hesitate to let us know.
[Infirmary Filter]
I understand that there are medical treatments available, but Zane is uncomfortable with involving the infirmary staff in this matter, and it was difficult enough to convince him to accept any help, let alone pushing him to accept treatment in the infirmary or by one of the doctors on board.
That said, if there's anything you're aware of that might help, [Particularly Mr. Sorcerer, you know who you are.] I'll try to convince him to be more amenable to the idea.
[Spam for the CES]
[Charles goes to the CES almost every day to run. It's helped him feel better, more in control, and it's a better coping mechanism than locking himself in the pub or otherwise curling up in a ball and shutting out the world. Even with the recent changes, he still comes up here often, sometimes alone, because he just needs it.
So the only reason today is different is that when he steps inside and starts jogging away from the door, he stops and stares at the familiar sight of the mansion. It's crumbling and decrepit, with vegetation growing wild and untamed in front of and in between the bricks. The west wall has almost completely disintegrated, and he's not really sure how he feels about it, honestly. This place had never really felt like home when he'd been younger, but he had definitely found himself missing it while he'd been here. Seeing it like this, after not seeing it in so long, is just... something, and for a long moment, he can't bring himself to do anything but stare at it.
Eventually, he'll keep running, keeping his distance from the building without really noticeably avoiding it. It's easier to focus on that, and not on what emotions are stirring after seeing the building this way.]
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[ It's not something his father ever would have said. Except if he really meant 'working for'. ]
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That was one of the reasons I admired Kelsier. He did what he had to, and he didn't let anyone tell him what to be, even if what he did seemed ruthless or insane.
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Deeply, and unreasonably.
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I know it's difficult to open yourself up to this sort of thing, but I promise, this will make you feel better, and I won't let anyone try anything more than that.
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Did you see Claire's offer?
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Do you know what I'm talking about?
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Yes.
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I'd forgotten it was there.
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- No. It was an Inquisitor. I'm sorry, I've said the first lie so many times. My brother, a Coinshot, and I fought against him; he had discovered illegitimate use of Allomancy. He took a metal spear and he stabbed it through my brother's body and into mine. It killed my brother immediately.
I Pushed, then. I burned all of my steel. I don't remember ever pushing so hard.
When I was conscious again, the Inquisitor was dead. So was my brother. I made it back to the compound. I barely survived.