Curious Anamaximder he/him Posted August 18, 2015 Author Posted August 18, 2015 Ven woke up. He groaned stretching out, and immediately had a gun barrel stuck under his chin. " Don't move," the guard sitting in front of him said, " If you do, I shoot." Ven could hear gates opening and men barking orders. Where am I? Then Ven realized. He was at Reo Prison. 1
The Honor Spren she/her Posted August 22, 2015 Posted August 22, 2015 (edited) Sorry this took so long. the first time I typed this out, my iPod died before I could post. Fable: Fable started awake and sat up, eyes darting around the inside of the van. The guard--a hard woman with an angular face--glared at her with suspicious dark eyes. Looking out the window Fable saw that the sky was gray with approaching dawn.What had happened last night? The last thing she remembered was having an emotionless fit. She must have blacked out. Wait. Am I still in one? She checked her hair. It was brown streaked white at the moment. Fear and sadness, not the two best colors, but better than gray. As she ran her hand through her bangs, her fingers brushed against a headband. They'd left her metalmind! It wasn't all that surprising, now that she thought of it. The headband was made to looked unassuming, wrapped in cloth, then "frayed" around the ends, so that they touched the skin behind her ears. They hadn't missed anything else when they searched her. Her bracelet was gone and so was all the items in her countless pockets. You could never have too many pockets. "On your feet, kid," drawled the guard, "Move it." Fable stood up and began walking in the direction the guard gestured. What ever it was they wanted of her, she got the feeling she better cooperate, if she wanted to remain unhurt. -=-=- Fable tripped into the cell, as a jailer slammed the door shut behind her. She stared around the bleak room. Everyone from last night was in here. She tiredly walked over and sat down on a bench next to the blond girl. "I suppose we never finished our introductions last night," Fable smiled wryly, " Who are you?" Saedy: Saedy handed a piece of fruit to a tall, blue eyed man with white hair. He smiled and gave her a diamond mark in return. "Mother," she called, walking into the house behind their fruit stand, "we just sold our last fruit." It had been a surprisingly quick day for business. only 9:00 in the morning, and they were already sold out. "I'm over here, sweetie." Coming over, Saedy saw that Mother was holding a small wooden box. "What's in it?" Mother drew a dagger out of the box, and handed to Saedy. "I want you to keep this with you at all times." Saedy carefully fingered the blade. "Glass?" "Yes. I want you to be safe, Saedy. Last night, one of the men behind our house was an allomancer. You need to be able to protect yourself." "But some people will have guns. And I don't know how to use it." "I can teach you. And not everyone has guns; most people prefer older weapons around here." "You know how?" "I wasn't always a merchant. Do you want to learn?" Saedy nodded. Edited August 22, 2015 by The Honor Spren 1
Young Bard he/him Posted August 23, 2015 Posted August 23, 2015 I'm back! Lorn: Reo Prison? Lorn looked over from atop . There were bloody policeman everywhere. The whole place was a nest of vipers, thieves and murderers. And those were just the ones standing outside the cells. Luckily, there didn't seem to be any Mistings around. Unless there was a smoker or Mistborn somewhere, in which case Lorn was in trouble. He found a wall with a loose brick on the outside that he could use as a foothold. The outside of the wall wasn't built nearly as well as the inside. After all, who would want to break into a prison? For that matter, why would he want to break into a prison? He managed to get into the courtyard relatively easily, and dodge the patrol. All it took to take the back door guard out was a quick jab to the solar plexus to knock his breath away and a swift uppercut to knock him out. He laid the person on the ground (it wouldn't be any good if someone heard him fall) and stole the keys from the mans key-ring. He unlocked the door, put the keys in his boot, and walked in. He turned a corner, then another. As he went deeper into the labyrinthine maze, frequently dodging others, he realized something. Someone was following him. He was making virtually no noise, which left only one way he could be tracked. He turned off his bronze. Immediately, the footsteps behind him started running, abandoning all attempt at concealment. Lorn raced too, suddenly realizing that turning off his bronze, alerting his tracker to the fact that he knew he was there, probably wasn't a good idea. He saw a door. Quickly, he opened it, dashed inside, and carefully shut the door behind him so as not to make any noise. It was an iron door, too, which would prevent the metal on him getting detected. He turned around, nearly walking the 30 stunned guards behind him. "Oh hell" he breathed. 1
Mistrunner Posted August 30, 2015 Posted August 30, 2015 (edited) Aaaaand Mist is back, ladies and gentlemen! Mist sat on the bench, watching nothing. She was filling a zincmind- though they had taken her bangles, they hadn't found the ring in her pocket. That or they'd deemed it harmless- it was thin and small, barely anything at all. Still, it made Mist feel better to have a full metalmind. They had taken her coat, though. She was not happy about that. Mist heard a door open, and through her syrup- thick thoughts she pieced together that she should probably stop filling zinc. A moment later, her thoughts returned to normal speed and a girl was shoved into the cell with her. No; the girl, the one from the alley. Mist idly wondered why they weren't in the same cell to begin with as the girl sat down beside her. "I suppose we never finished our introductions last night. Who are you?" Mist shook her head, clearing the last vestiges of syrupy slowness from her mind. "I'm- well, um, I'm Mist. I sort of stumbled in on you in that alleyway last night." She gave a half-smile and fidgeted on the bench. "And you are?" Edited August 30, 2015 by Mistrunner 1
Curious Anamaximder he/him Posted September 14, 2015 Author Posted September 14, 2015 Ven hated prison. Well, nobody loved it, but Ven especially hated it. It brought back bad memories, memories of helplessness and fear. Sitting back in his cell, Ven thought about the past, and was instantly caught in a flashback. 1
The Honor Spren she/her Posted October 2, 2015 Posted October 2, 2015 (edited) Fable bit the inside of her mouth while she thought. It was stupid, of course the girl, or "Mist" as she called her self, would ask for her name. But which one to give? Which one? Which one. . . Which one. . . . Fable cocked her head to decide as she made the decision. "Call me Saga." She quickly glanced around and her hair became an irritated red as her eyes found that man. A small part of her knew she was being irrational, but she still blamed him. If he hadn't been a criminal than she wouldn't have been stuck in here for petty-theft-that-wasn't-really-theft. She would have only gotten a warning at her age. Fable, or Saga as she should now call herself, focused back on Mist. She looked different. "Weren't you wearing a jacket before?" Why would they leave mine and not hers? Edited October 3, 2015 by The Honor Spren 1
Mistrunner Posted October 3, 2015 Posted October 3, 2015 "Weren't you wearing a jacket before?" the girl, apparently called Saga (though it had taken her a little too long to come up with her name in Mist's opinion), asked after a pause. Mist looked back down at her absence of coat and sighed. "Yeah, they took it. It was a really nice coat, too. And it had my chocolate in it. And my hats. And my metals..." Then she winced. She was really bad at keeping this whole allomancy thing a secret. "Well, anyway," she said, eyes flicking up to Saga's ever-changing hair, "Are you by any chance... um... Idrian?" She hoped she had the pronunciation right. That was the country with the Royal Locks, right? Wasn't that for, well, royalty? Was she sitting in a cell with a member of the Idrian royal family? Mist might die of embarrassment. She hopes it's something else that makes Saga's hair change, though she wouldn't be able to fathom what.
The Honor Spren she/her Posted October 10, 2015 Posted October 10, 2015 "I am Idrian, but that's not why I have the hair. Gift from the Nightwatcher . . . It's complicated." Saga didn't like remembering the day her fate had changed. One of Endowment's children? the Nightwatcher had mused, Then why don't we give you something fitting? Saga fidgeted. "I couldn't stay in Roshar, though." Her hair becoming a wistful brown, "They do their whole system by eye color. That wouldn't work out for me." 1
Mistrunner Posted October 28, 2015 Posted October 28, 2015 "I've never been to Roshar," Mist says, suddenly interested in Saga. "So they really do things by eye color. Weird. I'm not sure how I'd fare, I mean, people say my eyes are everything from brown to green to a muddy sort of blue. Is is really as extreme as they say? Roshar, I mean." At this point she stands up and starts gesturing wildly. "It seems to be, from what I've heard- I mean, the strict social classes, the highstorms, the religion, dress code- is it true about the, the, is it safehands? That's what they call it, right- or is that all just the one country? I remember hearing about a place, Shinovar, that was more like- but then-" Mist's face fell suddenly. "I did it again, didn't I," she said with a weak laugh. She plopped back down next to Saga. 1
Curious Anamaximder he/him Posted October 29, 2015 Author Posted October 29, 2015 Pain. Blood. Death. Mistborn. Ven ran through the corpses, hands shaking. His hands had shot the coins, his hands had wielded the knives. He had done it. It was all his fault. Ven stopped, then walked away from the Elendelian home that used to be his. 2
The Honor Spren she/her Posted November 10, 2015 Posted November 10, 2015 Saga raised an eyebrow as her lips tugged up at the corners. She wasn't quite sure what to think of Mist, but she seemed okay. "Yes. Highstorms are as powerful as a category 5 hurricane, plus the investiture of the stormlight. They hit the land about once a week. It is considered extremely immodest for a woman to have her left hand uncovered in vorin society. If your eyes are dark, you are a peasant. But the vorin culture isn't the only one. There's so much diversity on that one continent!" Saga's eyes were shining now. She loved traveling and seeing all the different people. Part of being a merchant's daughter, she guessed. To bad she had spent too much of her childhood locked up in a palace. "Oh listen to me." Saga laughed "I sound like a travel brochure. You mentioned being an allomancer. Would you happen to be from Scadrial then?" 1
Mistrunner Posted November 10, 2015 Posted November 10, 2015 "Thank you, for, for the information," Mist says with an unsteady sort of laugh. "And yeah, I'm mostly Scadrian. I remember something about my mother being part Sel- Selish? Is that what you call it?-, but I wouldn't know. My dad was born and raised on Scadrial, I think. I don't really know. My family's a bit complicated." Mist gives another halfhearted laugh. "Are they ever going to question us or something?"
The Honor Spren she/her Posted December 2, 2015 Posted December 2, 2015 "Yeah . . I thought they would have started by now." Saga's eyes narrowed as her brain finally clicked something that had been bothering her the whole conversation. "Why were you even in that alley last night?" 1
The Honor Spren she/her Posted December 23, 2015 Posted December 23, 2015 Maltaan had always considered herself a realistic woman. But for her own husband to get himself drunk and get hit by a car, had been something she had never expected. That was three years ago. Happy anniversary, sweetie. She thought, as she rubbed her wedding pendant. Maltaan's mobile buzzed. She picked it up. "Yes, Sir . . . Of course, Sir . . . Right away, Sir." Striding through the hall to their cell, Maltaan didn't let herself dwell on the past. She had a job to do. 14 . . . 15 . . . 16 . . . Here it is. She swung open the door. The girl she had escorted in the van was there, but she only needed the other one. "You there," Maltaan pointed at the girl with blond hair, the one that didn't change colors. "Come with me. There's a few questions we need you to answer."
Curious Anamaximder he/him Posted December 23, 2015 Author Posted December 23, 2015 Ven snapped out of his flashback just as the annoying lady stepped up to the girl with weird hair. "Come with me," she said. Ven knew from experience that this was going to be bad. So he slugged the annoying little lady.
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