#Confused Sankta noises

[lateranoexe]

" ... Doctor. Where is all this attention coming from? I have been notified of all these emails and messages to my Device. Is it because I have returned after being away for Half a year? " The confused Sankta questioned looking both confused and surprised yet with question marks all over his face. He truly didn't know what to expect of this or if this is a good thing.

[catastrophic-crisis]

Note that if most/all of them converged in one place it would likely be Columbia or Kazimierz. Many of them travel.

Jupiter: Pioneer Vanguard; Dollkeeper Specialist Alt

Morgan: Lord Guard; Iberian Sankta or Aegir (yes, despite the lion imagery) - Talent One buffs allies in faction, buff extends to all units in stages with water

Rem: Musha Guard; Columbian, presumed Lupo but implied to be hiding species - S1 reduces block to zero and self-heals (see Utage's Space Out); S2 is sudden rapid attack button (your Chi Xiao - Shadowless-es and whatnot) (yay what can be seen as a dual-use skill that can be used as a heal button), the fact that they have a handgun implies that they can qualify for another class

Solomon: Ambusher Specialist; Columbian, one mother is Victorian - S2 stops attacking, super slows all enemies within range like a melee decel binder skill, and debuffs to set up allies for killing, talent has high percentage chance of dealing poison damage on hit

Poser: Arts Guard; Zalak with ears modded, currently in Kazimierz, speech indicates either Columbia or Rim Billton - Poser would be the Operator name.

Bee: Robot Executor Specialist; Raythean operations platform - attacks normally but is forced to retreat after burst (ASPD + range increases to 3x3 for missile barrage) (tempo is whack whack whack BRRRRRRR [death noise])

'Thae: Summoner or Artificer Supporter with Duelist Defender alt; no bug option so Sargonian Savra or Petra. or Durin Durin I haven't read Summer Carnival

She doesn't really go by Mad Scientist G but I never actually gave her name. Part of this is that she's gone through several identity changes for "you can't find me" purposes on top of the "figuring out myself. genderly" before she started really running around: ST Medic that deals damage on skills, Sacrificial Specialist Alt; mysterious deadpan Anaty swag

Eviltopian (Red): Merchant Specialist; Caprinae with horns sharpened - can play a little like an Executor Specialist

Eviltopian (Blue): Swordmaster Guard; Liberi - S1 heals an ally on next attack + ATK increase (see Blem's Surging Brilliance), talent ignores set amount of DEF after X amount of hits done on a single enemy, which upgrades to Fragile percentage during duration of S2 (kit is purposefully a little confused. it shows character)

i feel like I forgot somebody. I'm skipping background characters like ULTRAVIOLETce (pronounced ultraviolets) and various robos

[the-hound-and-the-raven]

Tidemaker pt. 1

A Shadow and Bone fanfic centred around the Darkling an an OC.

Bao Guo: a half Suli, half Shu boy. Short and lithe, like his Suli mother, but with his fathers golden eyes. Black hair to the small of his back, kept up in a thick top knot at the back of his head. Long lashes and high cheekbones.

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Standing around the pyre after the destruction of the Fold, plenty of people wept. They cried and sobbed and mourned for Sankta Alina, their saviour, the Sun Summoner. But only two mourned the second on the pyre. Only two felt the absence of the man, only two watched with sorrow as silk like shadows disappeared behind the smoke. Between the two, only one wept. Sankta Alina watched with quiet sorrow for Aleksander, but another watched with molten gold eyes stained with tears as he lay on his pyre. His shoulders bowed beneath the weight of the sorrow, his heart shattered in a thousand pieces of black glass in his chest. He wore the deep blue of a Summoner, Tidemaker’s blue ringing the cuffs clutched in slim caramel hands. Around the slender throat, securely hidden beneath blue silk, laid a collar of dark Grisha steel set with black diamonds, a pendant hanging in the hollow of his throat wrought of a black diamond and gold. An eclipse. It had been he who tended the body, the one to lovingly brush the dark hair away from his face once more, the one to gently arrange his limbs as if in sleep, to fold those elegant hands over the still chest, the one to press one last, tearful kiss to his forehead. His power kept him safe, for he would not allow hateful eyes to witness him burn. No, that was a sight only for his eyes. He wept for the man in his inky kefta, for all the memories he had of him, and all the ages he had spent with him.

Bao Guo was terrified. His heart pounded in his chest, keeping frightened time with his panicked breath as he hid from the soldiers behind a darkened tree. Two parties searched for him, two groups bound and determined to catch him. First, it had only been the Shu, their golden eyes watchful in the light of their torches as they sought him to cut him open and steal away his power. They had hunted him for weeks already, but he had hidden himself at the slightest sound beneath the blue mountain lakes of the Sikurzoi with his power. It had worked for a while, until blue eyes crowned with blond lashes had begun to scour the lakes and stones, and white wolves began to seek his scent. The Drüskelle had begun their search, and they were more persistent than the Shu and their dead eyed, soulless servants. But they had found him. They had flushed him from his hiding places, and driven him down the far side of the mountains to Ravka. Here he hid in trees and rivers, desperately running and hiding. This was not what he had wanted when he had stopped his village from flooding, not what he had planned when he had driven the fish towards their nets. But this was what they had planned. He knew what he would have to do. There was no hiding from either of them, no escaping the embrace of death. But he would much rather be torn apart by wolves’ teeth or burned at the stake than be trapped in a lab to be slowly cut apart. So now the game was not escaping, it was finding his way into the arms of the Fjerdans without the Shu catching him first. He sighed, allowing his head to fall back with a soft thud against the tree behind him. He could see the stars above him, shining so brightly in the clear winter sky like diamonds. He swallowed hard, eyes closing as he began to pray to the Saints to accept him with loving arms as he died. His hand found the hollow of his throat, where the little icon of Sankt Morozova hung from a worn strip of cloth.

“Sankt’ya, guide my steps and protect me as I journey to meet you. Give me the strength to meet my death with dignity, and the grace to forgive them that deliver it unto me.”

He inhaled deeply, preparing himself to greet his demise, but his eyes flew open at the sound of a dry voice.

“A pretty prayer, but unnecessary.”

Before him stood a man in a long black coat, quartz grey eyes glimmering in the light of the torches as a small smile quirked his full lips and skin as pale as the moon. For a second, it was like an ink painting. Black hair, black coat, black trees. White skin, white moon, white stars, white snow. And grey, grey eyes like stones, staring so solidly ahead. Bao blinked, eyes filling with panic.

“You should not be here. It is dangerous. I beg you, go.”

He grabbed at the man’s coat, meaning to push him away, but slender fingers the colour of marble wrapped around his hands to keep him in place. A rush of power and certainty flooded Bao’s veins, and he gasped slightly as he realised the man was a living amplifier.

“I can help you escape, save you from these men hunting you. Will you come with me?”

Bao stopped, looking up at him in confusion.

“How can you do this?”

Those full lips curved upwards, and skeins of silken darkness spread from the hands holding his own.

“I can hide us from their otkazat’sya eyes, their Drüskelle ears, and their isenulf noses.”

Golden eyes widened, but his hands tightened around the wells of shadow.

“Truly you can save me? You do not lie?”

A flicker of amusement laced the man’s tone.

“Not at the moment. Shall we?”

Bao swallowed hard past the lump in his throat, nodding as tears threatened his eyes.

“Lead the way.”

The man nodded, releasing one of his hands in favour of waving his long fingers. The darkness followed, flowing like water where he commanded to form a sort of bubble around them. It was impossible for Bao to see now, but the man kept a tight hold on his other hand as he began to lead him away. Bao reached for the snow on the earth, sensing and probing where he should step and silencing the tell-tale crunch beneath their feet as he followed blindly behind. His heart was in his throat, but it leaped and began to thrum like a hummingbird when a gruff voice barked something in Fjerdan not two feet from him. A horrible certainty roiled in his gut that the man was nothing but a clever spy here to lead him to his death, but the man seemed to sense his unease and squeezed his hand reassuringly. He was pulled along, away from the harsh shout of the Drüskelle, away from the growls of pale men and paler wolves. The feeling eased as the noise faded, and he breathed a tiny sigh of relief as the darkness fell away like ink from glass to hover around the man’s head like a halo. The man turned back towards him with a small smile, releasing his hand. The power faded from his veins, but he didn’t mind that much as he returned the smile giddily. He was alive. He didn’t have to choose between the Fjerdan fires or the Shu labs. The man opened his mouth to speak, but molten gold eyes were fixed on something over his shoulder in horror. Something pale and blonde, blue eyes blazing with righteous fervor as a blade arced towards the black clothed back. His heart froze in his chest,a frigid fear running in his veins. He was so cold in that instant, his hand achingly empty of the man’s warm fingers as he watched the knife arc downwards in slow motion. Bao didn’t think, he moved. His hand closed around the man’s once more, flooding himself with power as he called to the water around him, honing it into a deadly, precise blade of will thin enough to slip easily between the smallest parts of the man. He slashed his hand downwards, directing all his deadly intent towards the pale man who sought to murder his saviour. The Fjerdan fell with a sound like thunder, first one half, then the other, onto the pale snow. A man of ice killed by a blade of snow. The black clothed man turned to look behind him, staring at the Fjerdan in surprise.

“The Cut.”

“Yes.”

Grey eyes turned back on him, a warmth there like a smile.

“I am impressed. My name is Aleksander. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Bao Guo.”

He stared at the inky shadows still dancing around Aleksander’s head, one hand reaching to gently pass through them beside his ear.

“A true darkling.”

Aleksander tilted his head, Quartz eyes inquisitive.

“Darkling?”

“A child of the dark.”

Aleksander smiled, his free hand rising to allow the shadows to gathered and dance in his palm.

“The Darkling...it has a nice ring to it.”

[lateranoexe]

" Hm. So it is my Birthday today. Something I am not too familiar with as much as everyone had celebrated for. Though I do understand the significance of it. I want to understand the joy of Happiness behind that meaning. Whether I find out for myself or given the explanation either is feasible for me. " The Sankta thought to himself from time to time. Usually, he considered this day just another day and nothing of importance. However ever since he formed a contract with Rhodes island and his desire to learn more of everyone's everyday activities and dispel the silly rumors of him being a Robot. He had made this a mission to find out for himself. " To celebrates one's Birth. Hmm. "