Scadrial Thread

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

11 hours ago, I think I am here. said:

“I would say to support the strongest gang,” he said. “It doesn’t seem wise to go against them. And the fact that both gangs might want you means you’re in a good position to negotiate.”

Nerin nodded at Brillin's advice, then pushed Attayl's clips back across the bar at her. "I'd say you've earned a free drink from me at this point in the evening," she said lightly, Soothing Attayl's desire to protest. @Sorana

She turned back to Brillin. "It would be a good position to negotiate, if this parlor were anything special. We just pay our dues - the gang gets their cut, we get left out of any scuffles and get some protection from independent toughs. I don't know much about the Scarlets... Jeb keeps us out of that most of the time, and they stay out of our way too. But I've never seen anything like what Lance did tonight at the Depot. And he's just one man. What if the Farriers have more like him? Mistborn or not, he's incredibly dangerous. He isn't even their leader."

Nerin felt a shudder run through her body at the memory of Lance crushing the skull of Attayl's boss, then blithely asking her to dance. He seemed completely immune to her Soothing - that had to mean he was burning Copper, but then how could Attayl have sensed him burning both Iron and Bendalloy? She pinched the bridge of her nose, then took another drag on her cigarette.

"I'm going to tell Jeb to pay the Farriers. Willet's a cunning old weasel but he and the Scarlets are done for if the Farriers have even one other person like Lance working for them. Maybe if we pay early and a little extra, they'll give us some protection in the upcoming turf war."

Rusts, how had everything gone so wrong?

Wrong...

She looked over at Aben, who had been mostly-silent this whole time, and suddenly recalled something he'd said earlier in the evening.

"When Lance first crashed through the window, you asked him what was wrong with him," Nerin said, feeling the hair on her arms raise a little. "Why did you ask him that?" @Dr. Dapper

[overlord stick]

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I finally have time for responding to RP stuff. It's been a busy weekend.

Atmose sweeped silently, listening. Vena had gone to bed, having left the party because it was "boring". she was going to freak out in the morning when she found out what she missed.

[old man moomba he/him]

"He smelled," Aben paused, "I know this sounds weird, but he smelled like blood. And metal. But it was wrong somehow." Aben shook his head.

[overlord stick]

Atmose frowned. "Like blood? So, he had blood on him?"

Edited May 28, 2019 by Emperor Stick

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

2 hours ago, Dr. Dapper said:

"He smelled," Aben paused, "I know this sounds weird, but he smelled like blood. And metal. But it was wrong somehow." Aben shook his head.

"How could you possibly smell that on a person?" Nerin said. "Are you a Tineye? Tin Ferring?"

[old man moomba he/him]

Aben sighed, but began to speak, "You might want to sit down," he said slowly, "This is a bit... odd." he paused for a moment, then began, "I'm what's called a Wolfbrother. I have the senses, and sometimes the instincts of a wolf, along with... other things. Now, Radyn and I, we come from somewhere, far, far away from here. Another land, with other magics besides your Metallic Arts." Aben rubbed his eyes, continuing, "Whatever that smell was, it was evil."

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

Nerin listened to Aben speak, pushing her fingers into her temples. Wolves? Other worlds? She knew she should probably feel an element of fear at these men, but she was already in such a state of overwhelm that she simply accepted it.

"Alright," Nerin said, feeling the beginnings of a nasty headache pulse behind her eyes. "Alright, let's just say, for a moment, that I believe you. This... evil smell - have you ever smelled it before?"

@Dr. Dapper

[old man moomba he/him]

"No. I don't recognize it. That's what threw me off."

[+Sorana she/her]

Attayl smiled gratefully at Nerin and took her money back. Another meal for tomorrow.

She listened to the conversation with interest.

"Do you have an active power as well?"

@Dr. Dapper

[old man moomba he/him]

"I'm not sure I can tell you that." Aben said, a smile on his face, "I've told you too much already."

[I think I am here. he/him]

“That’s crazy,” Brillin said, shaking his head. “Powers from another planet? That’s even more bizarre than having a Mistborn here.”

He looked up to Aben. “What’s the proof?”

[overlord stick]

Atmose's eyes narrowed. Another world-hopper? 

[John Flamesinger he/him]

On 5/20/2019 at 10:44 AM, ZincAboutIt said:

Jeb blinked at the small fortune on the counter, then glanced at the two gangsters. Hell, he thought. Very quickly, he slid one boxing out of the pile and pushed the rest back towards the lad. "Ten clips for half an hour, young sir," he said, making change and putting a heavy soothing out on any budding greed or violence. Rusting dandies flashing this kind of money, just lookin' for a good robbin'. He handed the man his change, shooing him towards Nerin's back room. "You go ask for Nerin, she'll set you to rights."

 

John blinked. It was strange for him to have people ignore him. It's what I want. "Thank you sir." He frowned as the man gave him change. That cheap?

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Again, sorry for taking so long.

 

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

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Oooh boy, so, things have progressed quite a ways from your last entrance, which is fine. However, it's now about 2am, the parlor is closed, and the group has just returned from a very ill-fated trip to a dance hall and a run-in with several gangs. So, there are any number of ways to play this off. We can say that your character perhaps fell asleep in the parlor room during his Soothing, and has just now woken up - being somehow missed when Jeb closed up. That way, he could chime in here and meet everyone else. I'd recommend reading through the PM for a more greater understanding of where the plot is going to go from here. 

@John Flamesinger

[John Flamesinger he/him]

Everything was a blur. John sat up, tapping breath and forcing himself to alertness. Everything was quiet. Too quiet. I must have fallen asleep. Still slightly groggy, he made his way outside.

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

Nerin stiffened, crouching halfway behind the bar as she heard someone moving around in the back room.

Jeb? No, he's upstairs. Slowly, she took one of her hairpins out, unsheathed the tiny blade, and readied her brass.

"Who's there?" Nerin called, forcing her voice to sound confident despite her trepidation.

@John Flamesinger

[old man moomba he/him]

4 hours ago, I think I am here. said:

He looked up to Aben. “What’s the proof?”

"Turn around," Aben said, smiling in a decidedly wolflike way, "Don't let me see your face. I'll guess how your feeling by your smell. If you want, I can close my eyes."

[John Flamesinger he/him]

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Nerin stiffened, crouching halfway behind the bar as she heard someone moving around in the back room.

Jeb? No, he's upstairs. Slowly, she took one of her hairpins out, unsheathed the tiny blade, and readied her brass.

"Who's there?" Nerin called, forcing her voice to sound confident despite her trepidation.   Note: This is from ZincAboutlt

John froze. "Hello?" He slowly unsheathed his sword, grimacing as he saw the rust covering the back. "I'm armed!"

Edited May 29, 2019 by John Flamesinger
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[John Flamesinger he/him]

He shifted his footing, and the wood beneath his feet crunched.

[old man moomba he/him]

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Perhaps you should've edited that post to include the shifting of footing. 

 

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

1 minute ago, John Flamesinger said:

John froze. "Hello?" He slowly unsheathed his sword, grimacing as he saw the rust covering the back. "I'm armed!"

Nerin heard the grinding ring of his sword being drawn before he even spoke.

"Hell," she whispered, turning to Aben. "Look, I don't give two rusted rivets what you are right now - you could be a rusting Faceless Immortal and I'd not care." She pointed to his sword. "Someone's back there, and they're armed. Do you know what to do with that?"

Ruination, she wished she'd bought that pistol she'd been eyeing a few months back.

@Dr. Dapper

[John Flamesinger he/him]

2 minutes ago, Dr. Dapper said:

Perhaps you should've edited that post to include the shifting of footing. 

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I know. I was turning on the notify switch.

He heard whispering. He started tapping breath, and quietly started moving back, thankful for his father's training in stealth. He found his way into the room and hid behind the frame.

[old man moomba he/him]

Aben shrugged, but smoothly drew his blade. "Sure. I assume you want him dead." his wolfish grin did not disappear as he smoothly walked into the back room. His golden eyes flashed as he looked over the room. "Listen. I don't want to injure you, but I will if I have to."

Just now, John Flamesinger said:

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[John Flamesinger he/him]

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doorframe

"Put your sword away and I'll put mine away." John released his metalmind, and stepped into the light, his sword hovering over the entrance to it's sheath.

[old man moomba he/him]

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Oh. Lol

Aben's grin faded, becoming more serious as he sized up his opponent. He performed Folding the Fan, blade snapping into it's sheath. "Now you." he prompted.