Cosmere City: Saga I: The Timekeeper

[Curious Anamaximder]

Charden walked through the crowd, enjoying the sunny day. He stopped by a street vendor and grabbed a cone full of chouta bites, then continued onwards. The chouta bites were good. Even the King's Investigator had to eat. A commotion. " Hey!" he heard " That is my hat!"

Charden ignored the people and contiuned onwards.

Ven:

Ven walked through the hectic marketplace. Charden strolled by. What a idiot. Cosmere City's most wanted criminal within a few feet and he didn't even notice. Moron. Charden was cocking his head. Someone yelling about a hat. This was the perfect time.

Ven burned copper, pewter and steel. He started running towards Charden. The Investigator had barely time to turn before Ven slashed him with an aluminum knife. The wound didn't heal. Ven kicked Resool in the stomach then grabbed the pass. The not- so bodygyarding bodyguard started to pull out a gun, but Ven pushed on their metalminds, throwing her back. Ven Pushed off a manhole and shot into the air. The pass had access to some pottery. The pottery contained metal. Lerasium.

Edited May 21, 2015 by Venture Mistborn

[Kestrel]

Mist took off, and Resool gave a small huff of shock, following. He had to use a bit of his steelmind to keep up; he was horribly out of shape, especially compared to the younger lady who had lived on these streets for quite some time. He managed to keep up, following about ten feet behind her through the bustling crowd.

"Hey! He's wearing my hat!" She shouted, darting away around the corner. Resool groaned slightly, breaking into a run, tapping more speed as he did so. That stuff was blasted hard to store up, didn't she know?

Relieved for the sudden stop, Resool looked the guy over. Reading him was really hard. It was hard to tell with anyone in this city. But Mist didn't seem concerned, confronting him with "That... is.. my hat."

He tensed, narrowing his eyes. Lord Ruler, he did not want to get into a fight. And certainly not over a-

Pain, in his side. He winced in shock, jumping back as he decreased his weight in an attempt to get further away from this stranger. So it was a trap.

He faced the stranger again, increasing his weight once more, making himself heavier. Just in case this guy tried to push on him again. He then tapped pewter, a bold move with his increased weight, attempting to make himself bigger and more imposing. Hopefully to scare this guy off. "Woah woah woah. Let's talk about this. You don't just go around attacking random people. That's not a thing you do."

[Wait, I never really agreed to have Resool hold anything that Ven wants, if I recall. I'm horribly confused. Uh.

Also, you did a bit of godmodding [rping other's characters] in the last post ^^]

Edited May 21, 2015 by LarkoftheRiver

[Kestrel]

[WOAH WOAH

okay ignore the last bit of my post, editing in a moment to accommodate for the new stuff ^^]

[Curious Anamaximder]

( okay)

Edit: you get a upvote as a apology

Edited May 21, 2015 by Venture Mistborn

[Kestrel]

[update complete]

[Curious Anamaximder]

( sorry Lark. I can modify my post so that I stole it from Charden)

[Kestrel]

[i'm just confused as to where this is all going, that's all.]

[Turos]

[OK, so Ven attacked Charden instead, using the hat argument as a distraction. So Resool was probably very close to Charden, but didn't get knifed. This definitely would distract Hugh, since he was facing that way and close as well.]

Hugh:

Hugh stopped talking and stared, in shock, as the same man from Amben's shop flew into a well-dressed man behind the Terrisman. The flash of a knife and blood spilling onto the sidewalk was disturbing. The man had earned his nickname now: the Mistkiller.

Hugh placed the fedora backwards on the woman's head and ignored her, rushing to the fallen man once the Mistkiller jumped away.

He did the first thing anyone sensible would do in such a situation, he pretended to aide the gentleman while he discreetly searched his pockets. High pocketed the wallet.

"Are you alright, sir? You must be very dazed, losing so much blood." Hugh ripped a piece of the man's coat free and tied it across the stab wound. The man's face was very white. Hugh has no idea of he would survive this. Feeling a little bit of sympathy, Hugh rushed to a nearby artifabrial station and sent a message to the hospital. Anonymously.

[Mistrunner]

Mist automatically corrected her hat, staring open-mouthed. "What's happened? What- who-?" She automatically tapped a zincmind for a second, but it was getting very low and she had to stop before it ran out. "Rust and ruin!" she muttered, swiveling back and forth, attempting to figure out what was going on.

 

She calmed herself. Deep breaths. In, out. She started thinking. This was so cursed slow without a zincmind. She really needed to refill hers...

 

Okay. Breathe. Look around. There was a man lying on the ground with blood pooling around him. The hat-stealer had gone over to his side and had bound the wound. He was now sending a message somewhere- probably for an ambulance. Should she use tin? No, it was too loud around here...

 

Then Mist had a thought. I'm stupid. I'm so, so, storming stupid! She had five more zincmind bracelets! Sometimes, Mist, I wonder if you becoming a Sparker was some joke of nature.

 

She tapped zinc.

 

And her mind snapped into focus. Storms, but that felt good. She scanned the streets quickly, dashing over to look at the crossroads. No. No... none of them. She had seen just a glimpse of the man before he'd disappeared... no one fit. And that left one option, one place to look. Up.

 

She glanced upwards just as the edge of someone's shoe disappeared from sight. She stopped tapping her zinc. She had what she needed to know. "RESOOL!" she yelled, turning back and running to where she had left them. "The person who stabbed the man! I think he's a... a..." she felt awful as she again noticed the man lying there, dying. She should have been paying attention to him!

[Kestrel]

[Disregard 90% of my last post. I'm redoing most of it here.]

It had all happened so fast. Resool had hardly ever fought before, save for some sparring matches when he was first learning to use Feruchemy. In short, he was terrified.

But, then it was over. Nothing happened, at least, not to him. It dazed him for the moment, and he had to tap zinc to clear his head. Who was that attacker?

Whoever it was, they really needed to clean up their messes. Unlike Mist, it seemed, Resool did have some medical knowledge. At least, enough to keep this poor man alive until help arrived.

There was already another stranger beside the wounded man, and Resool walked up behind him, bending over to inspect the wound himself as he tapped his coppermind. "We need to stop the bleeding. He might go into shock. He'll live, but we need to hurry."

[Turos]

Hugh:

Hugh set down the fabrial pen. The paramedics were on their way.

 

He turned around in the enclosed glass booth and regarded the terrisman through the door. He was checking the poorly done bandages. Hugh was glad someone seemed to know what they were doing.

 

Curiosity drew Hugh to examine the wallet he had claimed. He opened the leather fold and peered inside. There were several bills of large denomination. He absentmindedly stashed those in his jacket pocket and gazed at something else in the wallet. It was a brochure, folded up so as to fit. He unfolded the glossy paper and examined it. A picture of a collection of ancient urns and clay dishes displayed on a silk covered tabled was headed by a cursive title. It read: Cosmere Art Museum: Pottery of the Ages Exhibit.

 

Hugh frowned in confusion. He turned over the pamphlet and a piece of paper fell out. It was a receipt for a ticket to the event. Hugh noticed there was no ticket in the wallet, and it definitely hadn't been on the gentleman's person otherwise. He recalled the paper the Mistkiller had stolen. The ticket. Why would a criminal want a pass to some exhibit?

 

Hugh noticed the ambulance was pulling up, so he stepped out of the booth and blended into the gathering crowd. He didn't want any extra attention. It didn't pay to become publicly familiar, at least not for his 'career.' Hugh caught sight of the terrisman and young woman at the edge of the crowd and a thought occurred to him. Who better to know about ancient pottery than a terrisman? Perhaps it was a bit of a stereotype, but he recalled that the reclusive lot were well-known for sticking their noses into dusty books and archeology sites.

 

Hugh adjusted his jacket and stepped through the crowd. Once he had circled behind the two, he tapped the girl on the shoulder and motioned for her and her friend to follow.

 

Turos:

Turos fell from an extended crane arm, one of the large ones used for lifting iron beams in skyscraper construction. He glance ahead and saw another crane extended parallel to his own. He began to burn iron and traced the blue line leading to the weight suspended from the end of the far crane. It was several hundred feet in the air. He Pulled on it. His fall turned into a swing, and the tips of his climbing shoes brushed the top of a shipping truck. Adding a little more strength to his pull, he finished the swing at a breakneck speed and released his Pull on the crane.

 

Turos flew out over the busy traffic. He had someone important to track down. It was still a few hours before his target was supposed to arrive, but he liked to check out the surrounding area before a job if time allowed.

 

Something caught Turos' attention. Actually, it wasn't hard to miss a man (@Ven) fly up into the air a few feet in front of you. Turos grabbed another anchor line and swung along behind the apparent coinshot. Before he could get a good look, another figure (@Cleo) shot past him.

 

"Hmm." Turos checked a clock on a building nearby. He still had plenty of time for a fun diversion. He watched the figures disappear around a side street. Flaring his iron, Turos pursued.

Edited May 22, 2015 by Turos

[Curious Anamaximder]

His vision was hazy. Charden groaned. He could feel the cut on his chest. He burned pewter. Pains became trivial. He stood up. " Thank you! Just to ask... But who are you guys?"

[Young Bard]

The Bard realised there was going to be hell to pay when he spotted Charden on the street. What the devil had happened? He ducked back around the corner, but it was too late. "You!" he exclaimed pointing a finger. "Come back."

 

The Terrisman must have been a Feruchemist, or at the very least a Ferring, because he zoomed by and stood next to him in virtually no time. The Bard sighed.

 

They strolled back to Charden, who was resting on a bench. "Stormfather. My wallet was stolen." The man looked around, but there was no sign of it. "I'll never get to the pottery exhibit now."

 

The Bard's mind whirled. His wallet had been stolen, and the most valuable thing he was interested in was a pottery exhibit? The Bard made a mental note to get himself a ticket. But Charden was staring around at the group around him. (@Venture: Is Charden a full Mistborn, or should I remove this section?) "What are the odds? We have Cosmere City's best informant, and a Feruchemist. We have a tineye (everybody looked around, before Charden stabbed a finger at Mist)-"

"If you must know, I'm a twinborn. I can store zinc."

"That could be useful. What are the odds that such a congregation of people would be here?" He looked around. "Shards above, this could work. I have a job for you..."

[Curious Anamaximder]

( he is a Mistborn)

Charden faced the unlikely group. " There is a gala at the Cosmere Art museum tonight. Mistkiller will attack. Will you help me out?"

[Turos]

Hugh:

Hugh frowned when he saw the fallen gentlemen stand up. He shouldn't have been conscious with that much blood loss.

Hugh saw the man pat his pockets, then call the Terrisman to speak with him. Hugh wanted to hear what the man had to say, so he pulled the wallet from his own pocket and held it up, without the money in it, of course.

"Excuse me," He addressed the crowd. "Has anyone dropped a wallet?"

[Kestrel]

The whole situation was completely stressing Resool out. The tall Terrisman was barely able to keep himself composed as the injured man stood. Pewterarm? He didn't know anymore.

The tap on his shoulder nearly made him jump, and he turned to face the other stranger, but before he could speak another voice spoke up. "What are the odds? We have Cosmere City's best informant, and a Feruchemist." He didn't hear the rest. Feruchemist. How did that man know? Was he being so obvious about it? He really needed to keep a lower profile.

"Sorry, but you'll have to find someone else," he said softly, finally, backing up slightly.

[Turos]

Turos:

Turos swung on an iron pull around the edge of a multi-story building. He had fallen behind a bit, but not too late to see the man he was chasing attack a well-dressed man. The victim fell to the ground, and the allomancer flew off. Turos was goign to continue the chase, but he recognized the victim. It was Charden, the man he was supposed to tail to the museum. Turos realized this meant a change in his mission. He would have to improvise.

 

Turos didn't notice his employer in the crowds. He landed on the street and pushed his way closer to inspect the scene. There was a large pool of blood on the ground where he had seen the victim fall, but the man was no longer there. Turos glanced around and noticed a small group gathered loosely at the side of the road. Turos couldn't hear over the noise of the crowd. People were pointing and gawking at one of the figures in the group, however, so Turos slipped through to see what was going on.

 

He was never one to hide in the shadows. Keeping a vigil from above was completely different than sneaking around. It wasn't his fault people never looked up. It wasn't like he ever tried to remain unseen, his preferred method of spying simply put him out of the field of vision of most of his targets. This scenario wasn't any different. The mission didn't hinge on him remaining unnoticed, or if it did, he had forgotten, and didn't really care. If the target recognized him somehow, it would only add to the challenge. He had other means of extracting information anyway.

 

Turos was a little surprised when he saw blood all down the front of the man in the suit. The man was speaking with the group. Turos approached like he was part of the conversation and heard the man say, "There is a gala at the Cosmere Art museum tonight. Mistkiller will attack. Will you help me out?"

 

"Fine." Turos responded after the terrisman in the group declined and backed away. "I'll go, but I expect compensation."

 

He smiled inwardly. If the target of his current mission was going to pay him for fulfilling that same mission, he wasn't about to turn down any overcompensation. Turos eyed the others in the group. He regarded the young woman wearing a fedora and the terrisman more closely, then the man standing behind them. There was something familiar about that last man, but Turos couldn't determine what it was, yet. The man squirmed under his gaze. Turos decided to keep an eye in this one. He looked back at his potential employer.

 

Hugh:

Hugh jumped when the newcomer spoke. He stared at the man in disbelief. The Maniac was standing only a few feet away. Amben had mentioned this man's effectiveness in tracking people before. Hugh depended on remaining anonymous and decided he would need to play it cool to avoid drawing any interest. When the man looked at him, Hugh straightened his posture boldly and stared back confidently. He wasn't about to present any degree of uncertainty to someone like the Maniac.

 

When Turos turned his gaze away, Hugh gave himself a big imaginary pat on the back.

 

'Good work.' He thought to himself. 'There's no way he'll remember you. Just listen and nod and disappear when nobody is looking.'

Edited May 23, 2015 by Turos

[Mistrunner]

Mist stared as all these random people kept talking and talking. Resool was backing away- apparently he was a full feruchemist- and someone else had jumped in and accepted the offer of, well, something about a Mistkiller.

 

Well, that wasn't a disconcerting name at all.

 

One of them had found out about her tin. She had no idea how- she hadn't been burning any. She did have that bar in her pocket, though. And to top it all off, the blood covered man was standing. A gold ferring?

 

"Could someone please tell me what is going on?" she yelled, probably a bit too loudly.

[Unodus]

Tusurker arrived at the arch of the City Gallery before a racking cough overtook him. His chest infection had gotten worse over the months, Etne said it was something about the air and his immune system- it was bad enough to make him double over in hacking cough, but there was nothing he could do to stop it completely aside returning to a certain familiar atmosphere. Otherwise, he was on time- but the companion he intended to meet with was apparently running late. Standing up straight, Tusurker leaned against the arch and propped Etne blade down to the ground to support his balance while he looked up to the sky. 

 

Instead of stars, streaks of differently colored bright light bled across the empty sky towards the horizon like trails of raindrops sliding down shimmering glass on a weeping. The "sun" that wasn't a sun was starting to rise. It was a hole in the sky, an eternal eclipse that hung over our heads- deadly perhaps, but a regular sun was deadly in the same regard. That is, you shouldn't get too close to it- according to Etne. The streaks of light were all swirling towards it, as if it was a plughole of the heavens. The void, which Etne would also call a "supernova" on occasion, was what she would describe as "a dying star"- which seemed ludicrous to Tusurker, yet in the same regard, its entirety was ludicrous. Like an unquenchable thirst, it would absorb anything around it- pulling in stars and planets ceaselessly, yet for some reason this planet was unaffected. Etne insisted that somehow the small planet was resisting the voids grasp, counteracting the pull of the void with impossible force. The planet wouldn't orbit the void, but it still spun on an axis- creating the illusion of day and night for its inhabitants; and even though Tusurker was struggling with his infection, there was a unnaturally breathable atmosphere- and it was warm enough to support life despite the lack of obvious sun. Etne had concluded that this place wasn't a natural phenomenon, and some force or god was holding onto this planet at its discretion. What and why was the question. Since the planet was so close to the void, the city would suffer from what Etne refereed to as "gravitational time dilation"- hours here could be years on Roshar. Etne reasoned that this planet must be the abandoned remnants of some ancient civilization, preserved by the time dilation. This notion was supported by amount of settlements known on the planet, and more were discovered in the underground segments of the city seasonally. Unusual architecture littered the streets, some no one recognized and not all of it claimed were the makeshift homes of the stragglers who washed up on the planet miraculously and couldn't, or didn't want, to escape. Because the planet was "outside of time", the inhabitants were sometimes hundreds of generations apart from each other, which gave great sweeps of variation in culture from across the universe. Tusurker had heard of Legendary Mistborn, Powerful Elantarians, Heroic Returned- and so much more impossible tales from just the locals. Overs the years, a community had built up on this outpost. It was a lot to take in, but Tusurker had gradually grown to understand his new environment more and more. This planet was the perfect escape from anywhere in the universe, so a huge variety of people coexisted simply because it was better than going back to their own planets- which attracted a particular type of crowd.

 

The truth was, there were no heroes in this city, only cowards and traitors. Tusurker had never felt more at home.

[Curious Anamaximder]

Targets. Arcus stared at the people displayed on his screens. They were the only danger to his rule. Resool. Mist. Tursurker. Cleo. Well maybe Cleo. Hugh. Turos. Vladmir strode up to him. " The assault team is ready. " Vladmir reported. " Good. Those lerasium beads are ours. "

[Turos]

Hugh:

Hugh changed his mind when he recalled the Gala. There would be a lot of the richest people in the city there. Money just waiting to be claimed.

He walked up between the Terrisman and woman and pulled the fedora off, putting it on his own head. "It's simple, dear. We are going to beat this Mistkiller to the punch."

[Curious Anamaximder]

" Well thanks guys!" Charden exclaimed, as he wrapped a bandage around his cut. " The Gala is tonight. Lets go to my headquarters in the Core to prep."

[Turos]

Turos:

Turos nodded once. "Lead the way."

 

Hugh:

Hugh glanced at Turos nonchalantly, then added, "I won't complain for a place to sit down." He looked at the others. "Once we settle down, perhaps introductions are in order? I don't know about the rest of you, but I like to know a little about those I work with."

[Mistrunner]

Mist followed the others. Hopefully they'd explain what all this fuss was about later.

 

By now, she'd given up on her beautiful hat. She sighed. She'd liked that one, but people seemed to insist on stealing it. Horrible people. She reached into her coat and pulled out a kepi. It wasn't a fedora, obviously, but... it would do. For now.

 

For a moment, she considered filling her low zincmind, but that wouldn't be a good idea. She'd start bumping into people, falling down, and running into walls. It was a very embarrassing business, filling zinc.

 

Instead, she walked over to Resool, desperate for conversation, and asked, "What's your favorite color?"

[Kestrel]

Resool raised a questioning eyebrow as she pulled out a hat from her coat. A hat. What was that even doing there? He sighed, watching and listening to the others.

They were mad. The whole lot of them. They'd all get slaughtered.

Then he heard Mist speak up. "What's your favorite color?"

He looked back at her, even more confused than before. "I.. what? Color? What does that have to do with-" He sighed, shaking his head slightly, but was thankful for the distraction. "Its gold. I've always liked gold. You?"