Loads of notations have been proposed through the ages, but most never gained any real popularity. What (non-standard) punctuation do your conlangs use, and have any of them faded into esoteric use by your speakerbases/fallen out of use?

14: ACHILLA

• Achilla is drawn up on the ridge overlooking the Palace alongside his cohorts in Kandawire's army, with "contingents of infantry stretched as far as he could see on either side of him, fully prepped for battle and palpably itching to charge down the slope."
• He sees Valdor emerge from the city alone and watches the parley from afar with contempt, believing "the were no negotiations to be had here. Here, talk was, as it was everywhere else, a pointless distraction from the real business."

>The first sign of trouble had been his oculus-targeter twitching. Its rangeexpander had been playing up ever since they had entered the heart of the storm, so he’d pulled it back from maximum power. That malfunction in itself had been odd – the device was meant to be immune from atmospheric contamination – but his mind had been fixated on the agreeable slaughter about to happen, and so he’d not paid much attention.
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>Then it had started twitching madly. For a second, a ludicrous second, it looked as though there were a whole new storm of signals advancing out from the northern approaches to the gate, marching in serried formation under the lightning-sparked skirts of the thunderheads. Then the reading was gone, replaced by a scream of static, and he could only see that irritating gaggle of Thunder Warriors standing out in the open like beggars haggling over scraps with the Emperor’s golden ambassador.
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>He shifted position, feeling his old limbs creak in the cold. Slak had his lance ready too, similarly burning to move.
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>‘What’re they waiting for?’ Achilla muttered.
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>Slak stiffened. ‘Damn,’ the big man said, softly.
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>‘What?’
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>‘Damn.’
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>Achilla turned on him. ‘What?’
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>Slak wasn’t looking at him. Slak was peering out into the storm, his helm-visor making a strange whirring sound. He must have had some kind of augur-mechanism in there. He’d kept that quiet.
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>Achilla turned back to the battlefield and tried to adjust his own augmetics. For a moment, all he saw was the snow gusting and the irondark terrain, all of it glowering under the relentless bludgeon of the wind. Then, in a sudden data-blurt of clarity, he saw what Slak had just seen.
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>‘Damn,’ he breathed.
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>*The battle-signal finally flashed across his helm-visor. The tanks’ engines gunned into life. The artillery opened up, and the infant