Scadrial Thread

[old man moomba he/him]

4 hours ago, ZincAboutIt said:

Nerin blinked, realizing she'd missed someone. She turned to the man, replaying his question.

"Oh," she said, feeling her mouth slide back into its customary easy smile. "Yes, I am. My name's Nerin. Would you care to sit?"

She swept a hand towards the available armchairs nearby.

@Dr. Dapper

Aben shrugged, but sat down. He carefully removed the sheath strapped across his back and set it beside him. His golden eyes flashed as he met Nerin's gaze. "Thought it might be interesting to see if I..." he trailed off, realizing he'd said too much.

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

2 hours ago, Dr. Dapper said:

Aben shrugged, but sat down. He carefully removed the sheath strapped across his back and set it beside him. His golden eyes flashed as he met Nerin's gaze. "Thought it might be interesting to see if I..." he trailed off, realizing he'd said too much.

Nerin raised an eyebrow at him, reaching out with a soothing to brush away his reservations, some of his distrust, his inhibition. She made room for his curiosity to assert itself. "To see if you...what?" She said lightly, resting her chin on her hand and looking into the man's eyes.

Gold, true golden eyes. Now there's a thing. 

[+Invocation]

As Aben's trailing sentence was responded to with a question, the northernmost window shattered, the metal pane separators twisting outwards forcefully just before a shadowed figure hurtled through the gap where the window used to be, masked, with a black mistcoat, landing with one knee on the ground and his hand outstretched before him.

"I hope that I'm not late to the party," he said, standing slowly. "I do so dislike errors of punctuality."

@ZincAboutIt @Dr. Dapper

Edited May 22, 2019 by Invocation

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

The glass window in the north end of the parlor shattered and Nerin cried out, jumping up from her chair. Immediately, her hands went to her hairpin daggers, and she pulled the little wooden sheath off of one, brandishing it in her right hand. The teapot on the table wobbled twice, then fell, echoing the window in its smaller, softer shattering. Somehow, Nerin had kept burning brass.

No, she realized, checking her reserves and looking around at the nearby patrons. I flared it. For a moment, everyone would have felt a deep, smothering nothingness.

The source of the shattering, a masked man in a black mistcoat, crouched on the ground like some mistborn from the World of Ash. 

"I hope that I'm not late to the party," he said, standing slowly. "I do so dislike errors of punctuality."

Nerin felt her mouth open in a little 'oh', still trying to collect her thoughts and calm her racing heart. She had every intention of giving this man the sharp end of her tongue, but instead what came out of her mouth was, "You broke my rusting window you complete git."

@Invocation

[+Invocation]

32 minutes ago, ZincAboutIt said:

Nerin felt her mouth open in a little 'oh', still trying to collect her thoughts and calm her racing heart. She had every intention of giving this man the sharp end of her tongue, but instead what came out of her mouth was, "You broke my rusting window you complete git."

"Maybe next time don't make the panelines of metal, hmm? Seems like a poor idea in a city with Metalborn and yet more metal to Push from just across the street." Lance chuckled. "Not that anything you could have done would have actually kept me out, of course. That is not an easy task. To date, there's a 100 percent failure rate on it, in fact."

Lance clapped his hands. "So. Anything fun happening, or did I pop in for nothing?"

Edited May 22, 2019 by Invocation

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

9 minutes ago, Invocation said:

"Maybe next time don't make the panelines of metal, hmm? Seems like a poor idea in a city with Metalborn and yet more metal to Push from just across the street." Lance chuckled. "Not that anything you could have done would have actually kept me out, of course. That is not an easy task. To date, there's a 100 percent failure rate on it, in fact."

Lance clapped his hands. "So. Anything fun happening, or did I pop in for nothing?"

Nerin didn't think her eyebrows could travel any further up her forehead, but this man was quickly proving her wrong on many accounts. Almost unconsciously, Nerin reached into her pocket and brought out another vial of brass flakes, popping off the cork and taking it all in one shot. The warm, cozy burn of brass sprang to life within her, and she immediately got to work on the man before her, resisting the urge to soothe him none-too-gently and instead slowly tamping down some of his energy.

"Please," she said, gesturing towards the armchairs in the room. "Take a seat. This is a Soothing parlor so needless to say the fun we've been having has been rather soothing." She took a seat herself, careful not to tread in the spilled tea. "What do I call my freelance re-decorator?" Nerin glanced flatly at the shattered window.

Jeb is going to have a rusting fit. 

Edited May 22, 2019 by ZincAboutIt

[overlord stick]

Atmose backed away from the strange man. "I'm... going to get the barkeep." Atmose ran to the backroom where Jeb was. "Er, sir we may have just had some... property damage."

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

Just now, Emperor Stick said:

Atmose backed away from the strange man. "I'm... going to get the barkeep." Atmose ran to the backroom where Jeb was. "Er, sir we may have just had some... property damage."

Jeb frowned, then cocked his head to Atmose. "Get back here kid. Congratulations, you're running the bar. Don't get anyone too drunk till I get back, eh?"

He tossed his bar towel to the kid and grinned a bit as he made his way to the back parlor room. The grin slid off his face as he entered, seeing a very shaken Nerin, a black-clad stranger in a mask, and hundreds of tiny pieces of glass littering the floor.

"What's all this now?" Jeb said, quickly reaching out to soothe any panic or urge to fight. The last thing he needed was more people breaking things. He glared at the masked newcomer. "And who the rusting hell are you?"

Nerin looked up at him, and he could feel her own soothing ease his anger. That girl burns too much brass. Probably doesn't even know she's doing it. He heaved a sigh. "Right, well, you'll be payin' for that, whoever you are. Welcome to Sethwick's Soothing Parlor, er..." He took in the mistcoat. "My...Lord?"

@Invocation

[+Invocation]

33 minutes ago, ZincAboutIt said:

"Please," she said, gesturing towards the armchairs in the room. "Take a seat. This is a Soothing parlor so needless to say the fun we've been having has been rather soothing." She took a seat herself, careful not to tread in the spilled tea. "What do I call my freelance re-decorator?" Nerin glanced flatly at the shattered window.

"My name is Lance," he said to them both as he handily towed a chair to the area underneath the window he obliterated. "But as to paying for that? I'll pay in advice: don't make window panes out of metal next time. That's all the payment you're going to get."

Edited May 22, 2019 by Invocation

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

5 minutes ago, Invocation said:

"My name is Lance," he said to them both as he handily towed a chair to the area underneath the window he obliterated. "But as to paying for that? I'll pay in advice: don't make window panes out of metal next time. That's all the payment you're going to get."

Nerin raised her hands to forestall any angry outbursts, sending out a more powerful soothing across the room on all tempers involved.

"It's fine, Jeb," she said, then gestured to Atmose. "Maybe you could do something about all this glass?" She smiled apologetically, sending the boy a little soothing of his own, making him more amenable to her request. "There's a broom in the hall cupboard." @Emperor Stick

She turned back to the Lurcher, Lance, and redoubled her efforts on him. You want a soothing? I'll give you one. That's quite a bit of confidence you have there, you don't need all of that. Now sit there, and don't break anymore of my rusting parlor. 

Nerin gave him a sweet smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Can I offer you a drink?"

[+Invocation]

3 minutes ago, ZincAboutIt said:

Nerin gave him a sweet smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Can I offer you a drink?"

Lance felt the Soothing increase beyond his ability to ignore normally and began tapping a minor flow of determination to focus himself and counteract it, staring this Soother in the eyes and smirking as if nothing was wrong at all. "I brought my own, thanks," he said, pulling out a flask and swigging. "I'm going to be frank. Have you ever heard of the Farriers?"

Edited May 22, 2019 by Invocation

[overlord stick]

Atmose got a broom and started sweeping up the damage, listening to the conversation.

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

18 minutes ago, Invocation said:

Lance felt the Soothing increase beyond his ability to ignore normally and began tapping a minor flow of determination to focus himself and counteract it, staring this Soother in the eyes and smirking as if nothing was wrong at all. "I brought my own, thanks," he said, pulling out a flask and swigging. "I'm going to be frank. Have you ever heard of the Farriers?"

Nerin gritted her teeth. Rusts, he should be begging me for a drink by now. She countered his smirk with one of her own, torn between irritation and fascination with the man.

”Have I heard of farriers? Yes, I’d dare say a lifetime of horse drawn carriage rides will do that.”

[+Invocation]

6 minutes ago, ZincAboutIt said:

”Have I heard of farriers? Yes, I’d dare say a lifetime of horse drawn carriage rides will do that.”

"Oh, you're one that's quick with a quip, aren't you? I suppose that's fair. After all, how else could you manage have a competent conversation with me? I suppose I did deserve that one, honestly, but I'm more talking about the rumblings. The warnings. The coming disaster. The war. The Farriers. Perhaps that will gallop your memory functions." Lance maintained his smirk, sure it was setting her off her balance.

Edited May 22, 2019 by Invocation

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

Nerin felt a tiny frown crease the space between her brows, and she quickly smoothed it away.

The war? Nerin glanced toward the door back to the bar, thinking to ask Jeb, but she didn’t wish to bother him so soon after the broken window. Best to get this fellow talking and see if it was all just hot air. He’d said the Farriers, hadn’t he? As though it were a title. A gang, perhaps?

Her mind went to Jeb’s unusually quiet moods of late, the increasing demands that the Scarlets were putting on the Hollows. She began unconsciously tapping her finger against the arm of her chair, still staring into the man’s smug face.

”Can’t say that I have,” Nerin said, feigning disinterest. “And I happen to hear quite a bit. I’m no Tineye, but people do talk when they’re in here. What can I say? I have an honest face.” 

She gave him back some of that cocksure impudence she’d been trying to Soothe, hoping the jolt to his ego would get him to tell her what he was talking about.

@Invocation

[+Invocation]

4 minutes ago, ZincAboutIt said:

”Can’t say that I have,” Nerin said, feigning disinterest. “And I happen to hear quite a bit. I’m no Tineye, but people do talk when they’re in here. What can I say? I have an honest face.” 

"People do talk in here. That's why I thought, of all places, those of you here would already know about recent events. Oh well. You'll hear soon enough, one way or the other. An honest face, though? You work in a Soothing parlor, so that's false. If you're going to lie, try something believable. Since you haven't heard, though, count this as your warning that very soon, things will change. Be careful which side you're on." Lance settled back into his chair, his part said and the information delivered.

[old man moomba he/him]

Aben hopped nimbly to his feet, faling into stance as he drew his Power-wrought sword with a ring. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for fight. The void came quickly to him, and with it clarity. He smiled, the expression not reaching his eyes. 

Then the smell hit him. Blood and metal. It was horrible. "Bloody and bloody ashes," he sword "What is wrong with you?"

~~~ 

Radyn sheathed his knife and nodded to those still at the bar. A large man in a duster had a hand on his gun, and was eying the situation. "Guess I'll go see what I can do, then. Radyn muttered to no one in particular, before stepping smoothly over to Aben, hand on his sword.

[+Invocation]

7 minutes ago, Dr. Dapper said:

Then the smell hit him. Blood and metal. It was horrible. "Bloody and bloody ashes," he sword "What is wrong with you?"

"Wrong with me? Wrong with me? Absolutely nothing, my friend. As I stand before you, I am a pinnacle of humanity's strength. The question you should be asking instead is what's wrong with you," Lance said, smirking harder than ever before.

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

Nerin stood up when she heard the two men draw their swords, hands out as if to calm a pack of wild animals. Swords? Really? She laid on a heavy soothing, trying to keep a fight from breaking out. A Lurcher was a dangerous opponent to fight, and there were any number of unpleasant ways to die that Nerin had no interest in exploring.

She dropped her smirk and looked Lance full in the face. "You break in here - literally break in - then proceed to taunt me, allude to my dishonesty, and make vague, threatening auguries about gang wars and changes." Nerin put her hands on her hips, drawing herself up to her full height - which wasn't particularly tall. Still, it couldn't hurt.

"The logical question is, of course, whose side are you on, Master Lance?" 

@Invocation

[+Invocation]

4 minutes ago, ZincAboutIt said:

"The logical question is, of course, whose side are you on, Master Lance?" 

"Well that's certainly the question, isn't it? I'd say I'm on the side of myself above all else. Past that, who knows? Round and round the story goes, round and round the circle comes. The world may never know." Lance had formally decided to embrace randomness now that his planned information was seeded.

@ZincAboutIt

Edited May 22, 2019 by Invocation

[old man moomba he/him]

8 minutes ago, Invocation said:

"Wrong with me? Wrong with me? Absolutely nothing, my friend. As I stand before you, I am a pinnacle of humanity's strength. The question you should be asking instead is what's wrong with you," Lance said, smirking harder than ever before.

Aben's smile widened, "You know, people are always asking what's wrong with me. Why do I have golden eyes? How can I tell their emotions? How did I end up like this? Well I can assure you, nothing is wrong with me. I'm not sure if anything is wrong with you either. Besides, that smell, of course. That and your overdramatic attitude."

[+Invocation]

Just now, Dr. Dapper said:

Aben's smile widened, "You know, people are always asking what's wrong with me. Why do I have golden eyes? How can I tell their emotions? How did I end up like this? Well I can assure you, nothing is wrong with me. I'm not sure if anything is wrong with you either. Besides, that smell, of course. That and your overdramatic attitude."

"Ah, there's nothing wrong with a little, or a lot, of drama, my friend! Better than being bored, yeah?" Lance slid sideways in his seat and drained his flask of whiskey. "Nothing wrong with drama at all."

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

2 minutes ago, Invocation said:

"Ah, there's nothing wrong with a little, or a lot, of drama, my friend! Better than being bored, yeah?" Lance slid sideways in his seat and drained his flask of whiskey. "Nothing wrong with drama at all."

"I see you've finished your drink," Nerin cut in, pointing at his now-empty flask. She kept Soothing him. Come on, you masked dandy, you're not a Coppercloud. You're not wearing aluminum. Why can't I rusting Soothe you. "Are you sure I can't tempt you?"

She half-expected the whole parlor to ask her for a drink with how much brass she was burning. Oh, it's a contest now you fop. She grinned at him, all teeth.

[old man moomba he/him]

4 minutes ago, Invocation said:

"Ah, there's nothing wrong with a little, or a lot, of drama, my friend! Better than being bored, yeah?" Lance slid sideways in his seat and drained his flask of whiskey. "Nothing wrong with drama at all."

"Never been one for drama myself. My friend here," he gestured to Radyn, who looked suitibly dramatic in his long, hooded white coat, "His whole organization has a flare for the dramatic!" 

 

[+Invocation]

2 minutes ago, ZincAboutIt said:

"I see you've finished your drink," Nerin cut in, pointing at his now-empty flask. She kept Soothing him. Come on, you masked dandy, you're not a Coppercloud. You're not wearing aluminum. Why can't I rusting Soothe you. "Are you sure I can't tempt you?"

Lance tapped just a little more electrum, losing just a hair of the mystery and fey attitude. "I'm fine, thanks. Besides, I have more flasks," he said, pulling out another from inside his coat.

1 minute ago, Dr. Dapper said:

"Never been one for drama myself. My friend here," he gestured to Radyn, who looked suitibly dramatic in his long, hooded white coat, "His whole organization has a flare for the dramatic!" 

"Now that I could get behind. What's your organization, friend, and how would I go about learning more?" Lance asked, always looking for a place to ply his drama.