Spirit of an Age (Exalted)

[theflyingbiscuit]

@Aranfan

Spoiler: The strange physics.

Liberalism holds a box. In front of him there is a basket

Swish ... thunk

An apprentice walks into the room and watches Liberalism pick up the box before walking back.

A claw goes forward throwing the box. Swish... thunk.

"What are you doing."

"Practicing throwing."

Swish thunk

"Maybe you should take a break."

"Yeah alright."

Liberalism turns away and passes the box to his tail and throws it.

Swish crinkle.

Liberalism turns around and sees the box in the basket.

He picks the box back up and tries to repeat the tail throw exactly.

Swish thunk.

He tries a few more times.

Swish thunk.

Swish thunk.

Swish thunk.

Frustrated he picks up the box and puts it in his mouth before throwing it with his head.

Swish crinkle.

"This requires more research." He mumbles.

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"Alright now I want you to throw these knives at that board." Liberalism says gesturing to a board 10 feet away.

"Sir I don't have any experience…"

"Less talk more action."

"Sigh"

Thunk.

"Three misses one low point hit." Liberalism says writing on a sheet of paper.

"See I told …"

"Now I want you to jump off this table and while in the air, throw all those knives at the target." Liberilsm says patting a table behind them.

"How am…?"

"Do it."

Thunk
Thunk
Thunk

"Three hits one miss. Anyway, thank you for your time. Please collect your pay and tell the next person to come up."
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A Sidereal holds a book in hand and glares at some pattern spiders.

'Visuals, drama and success: How adding flair to actions makes them more successful.' the title reads.

It is totally their fault.

 

[theflyingbiscuit]

@Aranfan

Spoiler: Fight in the night

In the dark, a man waits.

His ears are in rapt attention. Outside the city is muted as it rests for the night. Outside he hears footsteps. His body tenses up ready to fight, but soon the people pass, their footsteps vanishing into the distance.

He relaxes.

Hours pass as footsteps near and pass, the city sounds grow softer and softer.

Footsteps approach the door. There is frantic whispering between a few people.

The man in darkness draws his weapons.

The handle jiggles before opening.

Four men enter the building their eyes wandering around the room, before they spot the machine off to the side.

"Is that it?" One says pointing to the press in the center.

"What else could it be. I have never seen anything like it." a second taller one says

"Whelp let's get to work." the first one says.

The man stands up.

"Leave." The man growls.

The group pauses to turn to look at the man. Eyes failing in the face of the shadow.

A crossbow bolt emerges from the darkness embedding himself in the second man' shoulder.

"Get him." A third voice loudly whispers, his group charging forward drawing their short swords.

The man in the dark charges forward to meet them his own sword in hand.

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A blade is pressed against a throat.

"Leave."

Fear in his eyes the man nods and walks out leaving his dead and dying compatriots to litter the floor.

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Morning comes.

An apprentice opens the door.

"Good morning." the apprentice says.

"Good morning." the guard says.

He looks around to see blood marking the floor and making tracks as bodies were dragged off to a neighboring room.

"It happened again?"

"Sadly."

"Judging by the mess, you did not have to wake the master up, this time."

"Thankfully."

"Indeed, you can take off now. I can finish cleaning up."

The guard nods and walks out of the building.

Hoping this gets canon.