Alloy of Law era Mistborn rp [currently accepting members]

[Turos]

Carson listened to the conversation from where he sat, now alone, with almost no money. He picked at the piece of chromium embedded in the table as he tried to not look like he was listening. When he heard one of the men mention "Jon", Carson froze and his eyes widened. Once the men began to laugh some more, Carson pried the shiny bit of metal free and held it in a tight fist.

 

He stood up and left his table, his motions a little jerky, even though he was trying to not look nervous. Carson left a few coins on the counter to pay for his drinks and exited through the front door. He turned and walked at a normal pace, stuffing his hands into his pockets, until he came to the side of the next building down the street. Once he passed it, he veered into the narrow alley and quickened his pace. He glanced backwards and saw no one was following him. Carson began to store luck.

Edited May 29, 2015 by Turos

[phattemer]

Exisa was a bit puzzled by the strange requests, but hey, a job was a job. Exisa wasn't about to give up a load of money and connections over the price of a few drinks.
"The name's Exisa. And not everyone is so vertically accepting. Apparently a short person is a weak person. They didn't say that again once they had a coin through their head and a spike through their heart. You know, it's kinda funny, but it's always the other Coinshots who wind up that way..."
Seeing the men exchange disturbed looks, Exisa smirked to himself. He might not be a Leecher, but that didn't mean he couldn't play games with people.
"Ironteeth and the Tinquisitor, eh? So you don't have anything against more... unsavory methods?" Exisa turned to Ironteeth. "You a Skimmer, then? And I assume your companion is a Tineye, or is he a windwhisper?" Exisa was a bit intrigued at the Twinborn, but he held it off. Maybe the Tinquisitor was like him... or maybe he could compound!
"Hold on... did you say Jon? As in the Mistborn Jon? I didn't sign up to fight no Mistborn..." He trailed off as he saw the look an their faces. Exasperation. "Ha! Gotcha back! I used to work with him. I can help you find his base, if he hasn't changed what he is doing."

Edited May 29, 2015 by phattemer

[emilylime she/her]

As soon as Kherstor introduced himself as Ironteeth, Finner decided he might be able to tolerate accepting a new man on the job. And he grinned like a maniac when his partner said “Tinquisitor”. However, the “he’s not much in a fight” bit made him a little indignant. Finner was just fine in a fight. He just didn’t like guns, violence, or large crowds. And taking down gunned men was not his forte- at least, not when they saw him coming.

 

Well, regardless of all that, Finn resolved to keep a sharp eye on the new man. Three people was two too many. If Jon didn't have such a large posse, he could take him down Finner-style, but as it was, he needed the extra manpower.

 

“Used to work with him, hm?” Finn gave Kherstor a very pointed look. “Alright. Well. Here’s some ground rules then, buddy.” Counting each one off on his fingers, he continued, “No really loud noises. No betraying anybody to our troubled friend. No asking me questions. No hurting innocents. No stabbing us in the back. No giving anybody else information about us or our expedition, at all. No being a spy. And you’re to buy me food when I ask it.” Finner rubbed his stubbled chin thoughtfully. “I think that’s it. Oh, and I have one rule for you,” he added, looking at Kherstor stubbornly. “No making us follow someone we just met to the supposed base of a criminal mastermind. Especially if they used to work for said criminal mastermind.”

 

He was itching to find out what had happened outside. The man who had narrowly avoided getting shot had paid and left the inn while they were talking- Finner wondered if he was thinking along the same lines. And where were the people who had agreed to meet with Finn and Kherstor? Had they run into more trouble?

Edited June 2, 2015 by Lady Eowyn

[Turos]

Carson stumbled and tripped on nothing in the alley. That was what happened when one stored Luck. You were just, well, unlucky. It was a risk and he knew it, storing when he was so close to 'people of interest'. Those were the kinds of people he was supposed to tap Luck around. It was his free day. No assignments had come in. There was no one he was supposed to keep a lookout for, in particular. Just the default understanding that if he heard anyone new talking about "Jon" or "Ms. Born", he should report the details immediately.

 

Carson had no clue who those names belonged to, but didn't dare pass up on a standing order. Those always meant the employer was very concerned about something, which in turn meant more money in Carson's pocket. He would haggle the payment a little for a bonus, laying  his Luck on thick like frosting on a cake, of course. That was why Carson was desperate to store Luck now. It was risky, but the payoff would be well worth it.

 

He picked himself up and noticed both knees of his new, finely-threaded trousers had ripped, and his shoelace had somehow come undone on his left foot. He stooped down to tie them back up and one end of the lace snapped. He took a deep breath and sighed. "It will all be worth it." He mumbled to himself.

[phattemer]

“Used to work with him, hm?” Finn gave Kherstor a very pointed look. “Alright. Well. Here’s some ground rules then, buddy.” Counting each one off on his fingers, he continued, “No really loud noises. No betraying anybody to our troubled friend. No asking me questions. No hurting innocents. No stabbing us in the back. No giving anybody else information about us or our expedition, at all. No being a spy. And you’re to buy me food when I ask it.” Finner rubbed his stubbled chin thoughtfully. “I think that’s it. Oh, and I have one rule for you,” he added, looking at Kherstor stubbornly. “No making us follow someone we just met to the supposed base of a criminal mastermind. Especially if they used to work for said criminal mastermind.”

 

Exisa was a bit disappointed. Apparently only one of his two patrons was worth anything; that is, in a fight. Of course, both of them were worth something, if they truly were Metalborn. Exisa imagined the combined powers of iron and steel... to be able to fly through the air like a Allomancer of old... and then there was the 'Mistborn' Jon. He had provided the Steelpushing part of the act until there was a slight misunderstanding involving Exisa, a pyramid-shaped metallic object, and the secondary Coinshot. Nobody understood that he was just helping! Why did no one accept him? I accept you... you will be perfect... yes, perfect. Wait, what was that? Rules! Exisa loved rules! It was the Tinquisitor speaking.

              “Alright. Well. Here’s some ground rules then, buddy.” Buddy! Who dared to call the greatest Coinshot since the Ascendant Warrior buddy! Exisa growled under his breath, and suppressed the desire to shoot him in the face.

“No really loud noises." Compounded Tin!? Perhaps... if only Exisa has some specially prepared pewter ready... but alas, he only had steel.

"No betraying anybody to our troubled friend." What friend was this? Jon himself, probably. Exisa wished that the Tinquisitor would be more clear.

"No asking me questions." Why did all these rules have to be so negative? Gosh, you'd think the Tinquisitor wasn't happy with his life or something!

"No hurting innocents." He smirked. He could easily not hurt 'innocents', but he thought the Tinquisitor should have been more specific.

"No stabbing us in the back." Exisa could barely conceal his malevolent grin. It wouldn't be their back, per se. No, it would be much more... up close and personal. Yes... remember the bind point.

"No giving anybody else information about us or our expedition, at all." This seemed straightforward enough. Easy to do, since Exisa never worked with anyone once he'd determined their power and shared a house at night.

"No being a spy." He rolled his eyes. If they assumed he would follow their rules, this wasn't needed, given that the previous one would eliminate any benefit a spy gave their hypothetical employer.

"And you’re to buy me food when I ask it.” Stupid puffed-up pompous pandering pigs. They could buy their own Harmony-cursed food! Exisa only bought food for people when he had made it himself with his special ingredients, and even then he didn't spend his own money.

“I think that’s it. Oh, and I have one rule for you. No making us follow someone we just met to the supposed base of a criminal mastermind. Especially if they used to work for said criminal mastermind.” Hey! He was standing right there! Exisa was shocked that they would insinuate such a thing! He would never do that! Except in a few very specific instances like _{all of them.}

          "Well, now that we've got all the rules stated, let's go get him!" Exisa shouted, being careful to direct his decibels directly at the Tinquisitor. He didn't actually mean it, but he wanted to see how idiotic these employers were. If they went outside with him now, then he could probably take care of them on one of first nights. Tin, iron, and steel... a potent combination... yes... you need to get those powers... but wait... Exisa thought about it. There was Jon's whole crew, and that would be nearly every type of misting in one place! If the Tinquisitor and Ironteeth kept being this helpful, maybe Exisa would help them a little too. Everyone likes powers, right? He noted that they were a little skeptical of leaving immediately. Of course, they should be.

"Excellent. You have passed my first test. I needed to check if you were stooped. Naturally, I would never think of leaving right now." Exisa trailed off as he glanced out the window and spotted the losing gambler skulking up against it, possibly listening to their conversation.

"Hey! Come on, we've got a spy!" He rushed outside and pinned the man to the wall by his belt and buttons. One would think that people in Coinshots' houses wouldn't throw coins, but maybe this man was merely foolish, forgetful, or fortunate. Ahhh, fortunate. He stopped focusing on the man as he thought of the perks of being a Spinner. One could do almost anything, after being stuck in a padded room for a week or so, so you couldn't harm yourself. Exisa blinked, and regained his composure. The man looked amused at being accosted by such a... such a shrimp. He glared, and the man immediately stopped grinning. Kill him... don't take that insult lightly...

"Well? Name, occupation, powers, reason for spying, preferred method of execution?"

Edited July 4, 2015 by phattemer

[Shallan she/her]

As Citona walked down the busy street, she saw a vendor's stand. It appeared to be selling fruit, but had the markings on the awning that showed it to actually be a weapons dealer. Citona hadn't had a good gun in ages, so she headed in its direction. The vendor recognized her in only a few seconds. She smiled at the dawning realization on his face.
"How much for that banana?" The vendor began to look nervous.
"For you, Mis- Lady Vinid? Only 8, my special price."
"Did I hear you correctly? You insult me. 8 as a special price? I will give you two. And you'll be happy with it."
"Of course, Lady, but this is a special piece as well," said the vendor, scurrying to the other side of the table obsequiously. "Now watch carefully." The man must have begun burning iron, as each nail in the table began to quiver and pulled up. The gun didn't move.
"Obviously a trick. Where would you have procured such an item?"
"Ah, remember the... business with a certain Compounder last year? The golden one?"

"Of course. Why would I not?"

"I have certain... contacts in the police. They sent me this."

Citona sniffed. "A likely story. I can offer you five, however, since it intrigues me."

"Very well, Lady Vinid. Would you like anything else today? A holster? It does come with bullets, but would you need any more?" She could tell he was dying to find out what she wanted an aluminum gun for. 

"No thank you. I'll be on my way." The man looked disappointed, but he took the proffered money and gave her the gun stealthily. She put it under her coat and continued walking.

A few hundred yards later, a shout rang out. As she turned, she saw a tavern door bang open and a rather diminutive man rush out. He appeared to be chasing a hobo that had leaned against the tavern wall. Was this a mugging? Such things were common in the Roughs and the Rougher parts of Elendel City, but Citona had only seldom witnessed one in the nice parts of town. Now the short man was shouting at the hobo... something about... execution? Whatever it was, Citona'd had enough. She checked her metal minds to make sure, but she'd not used them much since that nasty little incident a few months back, and they were reasonably full. I can spare some to help the hobo. She started pushing through the crowd, slightly increasing her strength to do so. Just enough to help, but not so much to make a spectacle. It was a delicate art, and very difficult. Indeed, several people were pointing in her direction already, wondering why they'd been moved so easily. Finally, though, she made it through, and marched righteously up to the shrimp.

"You put him down right now! I'll have the law on you if necessary!" The man turned toward her and let his captive go, but he still was stuck to the wall. A coinshot, then. Chitin knew how to deal with those. "I said NOW! Stop Pushing him!" Just to make sure he knew she meant business, she increased her strength much more and smacked him across the face.

 

Edited July 15, 2015 by Shallan

[Kestrel she/her]

[i didn't realize how much I didn't post

I'll fix that I promise; I just need to read through

All of this.

I have a nasty habit of not reading through posts if they have nothing to do with my characters.]

[Kestrel she/her]

Resool + Bella

So much for entering quietly. Bella struggled with the vials, trying to get them all up off the ground while Resool stood, wiping a bit of blood off the side of his face. His eyes were blazing with fury. Surely their attacker could tell that they had nothing of value!

The Steeleunner ferring didn't attack. Rather, he paced. Back and forth, back and forth. Like an animal waiting for the perfect time to strike. Bella had finally managed to get the vials up, and she stared, wide eyed as Resool snarled another "Go!" at her.

That was the distraction the thief wanted. A gunshot went off, and Resool tried to jump out of the way, but not fast enough. The bullet gazed the side of his clothing and waist, luckily missing all his vitals but still leaving a huge, bleeding scar. Rust and ruin this hurt!

Bella didn't hesitate, not needing to be asked again. She hurried into the inn, barely noticing where she was going. "There's trouble on the street!" She cried out. "My friend! He's been shot!"

[emilylime she/her]

“Fantastic,” remarked Finner, standing as Exisa rushed out of the inn. The man was too short and too loud. Finn moved to follow the Coinshot outisde, but as he approached the door, a girl burst inside. He recognized her immediately as the one from earlier- the one who the bandits had been after.

 

“There’s trouble on the street!” she cried. When wasn’t there, though? “My friend! He’s been shot!”

 

That would be the older, Terris fellow who had saved her earlier, most likely. Finner made eye contact with Kherstor. “I’ll get her to safety if you go get the other guy,” he said. He hated to let Exisa out of his sight, but there was nothing to be done about it. Protecting the girl was more important right now.

 

When Kherstor agreed, Finn turned to the girl. “Don’t know why, but someone’s after you. Better follow me.” Of course, Finner thought as he grabbed her arm and led her up the inn's stairs, he had his suspicions as to why the fight had been centered around her. The one thing he was certain about, though, was that it was likely best to not leave her alone. He'd have to stick with her for now. It made him itch not knowing what was going on outside, but if he hurried, he would be able to see the action out of the window of his room. Make sure Exisa didn't stab anyone and the like.

Edited August 19, 2015 by Spooky Eowyn

[Unodus he/him]

As Finn and the girl went up the stairs, Kherstor burst out of the inn without another word and pelted down the street- drawing his revolver and homing on the direction the gunshot came from. Turning the corner, he found a row of houses with a small crowd giving a wide berth to two figures eclipsing the red  sun setting behind them. Squinting, Kherstor recognized the Lawkeeper who was with the girl earlier, except now he was off his horse and bleeding heavily. The other was another ruffian, presumably one from earlier, holding himself with recognizable arrogance. Burning Chromium had no affect, so he had to a feruchemist of some sort. Strange, a feruchemist working for Jon the Mistborn? Something wasn't right here... The feruchemist was pacing back and forth, like a boxer pushing for an advantage. Restlessness... A Steelrunner? Both had a gun, but neither were firing- were both out of ammunition, perhaps? No, neither wanted to alert the local area and cause another street riot, putting them both in the center of another shootout- the steelrunner would use the enhanced speed to outmaneuver the Lawkeeper while he was bleeding out. Feeling reckless, Kherstor charged at the pair. A Steelrunner would be able to duck away from bullets at lightning speed, making shooting useless- and fisticuffs against a Steelrunner was near impossible with their lightning fast hooks. There were obvious weakness's to Feruchemy, one was stalling until their metalmind was drained- which Kherstor couldn't do because there was no way the Lawkeeper would be able to stand that long with that open scar- or separating the feruchemist from their metalminds- yet without knowing where those were, tearing them off the steelrunner would be difficult- or outmaneuvering the feruchemist in a way they didn't expect, which in itself was probably the most difficult. Kherstor needed to surprise the Steelrunner. Still sprinting at top speed, Kherstor threw himself headfirst into the air and braced for impact. The Steelrunner, who was focusing on the Lawkeeper, only got a glimpse of Kherstor as he soared towards him like a missile The two collided each other with an audible crack, and crashed to the ground in a heap. Kherstor was the first to recover, and in one fluid movement- thwacked the pommel of the gun at the pressure point of the Steelrunners head, knocking him unconscious instantly. Standing up shakily, Kherstor grasped his throbbing forehead- and turned to the Lawkeeper he had saved.

"Hi! Good to meet you again, see you're still alive- etc. You see, this was all one big initiation..."

The Lawkeeper had collapsed from blood loss and was lying on the floor. damnation.

"Don't worry buddy, the Inn isn't too far from here-we're going to get you some help, you'll see." Kherstor said as he pulled the man to his feet and put one of his arms over his shoulder to help him walk. Fortunately, the Lawkeeper was animated enough to walk the distance. 

"You'll love this inn, yknow- it's great! It's got beer, and tables, and places to sleep, even people playing cards! Your friend, the girl, my partner is looking after her- don't worry, she couldn't be in safer hands. We reckon she was the target for the attack, my partner and I happen to be looking for the guy who was probably behind it- so we're seeing she is well protected. Don't suppose you'd know anything about the attack?"

When there was no response, Kherstor filled in the silence for him,

"Of course not, you Lawkeepers never keep track of the bigger fishes. Never seen a Terris Lawkeeper, mind- don't worry though, this is all part of my elaborate initiation test. Not for you of course, unless you want to. No response? Probably a good idea, gotta think over important decisions like that, huh? Oh look, we're here."

Kherstor kicked open the door, dragging the limping Lawkeeper- who was now leaning entirely on Khurstor- into the inn.

"We got a wounded here!" Kherstor shouted, "Bullet grazed him, but left a nasty cut- he's bleeding out, needs clean bandages." As people rushed over to take over nursing, Kherstor sneaked up to the bar.

"I need a drink" He told the bartender, "My head feels like a Koloss had been playing tennis with it", and gratefully accepted a tankard of something very alcoholic.