Scadrial Thread

[+Sorana she/her]

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Maybe-Existent said:

“I wanted to help you. Because it’s a dangerous gang, even if it’s injured. And I don’t want you to die. I think that’s a good reason, right?”

"I don't want to die either." She agreed quietly, "But I will. Usually there are two possibilities when another gang takes over. You switch sides, or you die. Can't have loose ends running around. I might have been too uninportant to varrant killing, but somehow we ended up kneedeep in this conflict. I doubt that they will let me live." She closed her eyes for a moment, the cold air sharp in her lungs, her body shivvering slightly to warm up again. She turned around, walked over to a rusty ladder, leading down from a fire escape. She placed her hands on the metal, but turned around again, watched him stand there. He was here because of her.

"Please, don't think, that I like this." she asked him, nearly repeated her earlier words. "I just see no other way."

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Sounds like a good plan.

 

[I think I am here. he/him]

3 minutes ago, Sorana said:

“Please, don't think, that I like this." she asked him, nearly repeated her earlier words. "I just see no other way."

“No,”

Brillin agreed. There was no other way.

“I know you don’t like it. The world is one messed up place,” he stopped. “That’s why I always try to escape me it by running. Run from one town to the other, outrun the problems. Move to a different town, new identity, new life. Or, become an explorer. Never visit the same place twice.”

Meeting her eyes he walked forward, prepared to move down the ladder after her.

“You can escape this city, you know. I’ll help you.”

[+Sorana she/her]

3 hours ago, Ookla the Maybe-Existent said:

“You can escape this city, you know. I’ll help you.”

"You would take me along?" Attayl turned around completely, the warehouse momentarily forgotten, her eyes never leaving his. "I would love to." There were so many possibilities. They could finish his book, and maybe he could write another one. About travelling, where to bunk and where to go to eat and which streets to take. Together. She felt a smile creep on her face when she looked at him and she felt light again. She remember how they had danced, how he had looked to her when Alyssa had asked him, if he wanted to leave. They way he had held onto her hand when she had escorted him upstairs. His Elizandra. But he had been drunk. She was nothing, nobody.

"I am glad you are here." She admitted quietly. "I'm scared of going in there. I'm just a whore, no spy. I have no real idea what I'm doing."

Edited December 19, 2019 by Sorana

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

Nerin blinked when Attayl simply turned and walked out of the parlour, Brillin following after immediately without a word. She looked around, suddenly very alone, and wandered towards one of the tables before sliding into a chair. The silence pressed in close, thick like heavy wool over her mouth and nose. She could stay here - she should stay here and wait this whole thing out. This kind of conflict was no place for some Soother girl with nothing but two hairpin daggers.

She stood quietly and crossed back to the bar, kneeling down and fumbling with the false backing of one of the shelves. Nerin reached into the secret compartment and withdrew four vials of Brass flakes suspended in solution and one small, wood-handled pistol. She set everything on the bar top, then flicked the corks out of two of the vials and downed their contents. The other two she slipped into one of her pockets. Nerin checked the pistol to make sure it was loaded, then slid it into her other pocket. It was a heavy, cold weight against her thigh.

With a sharp, quick sigh, Nerin pulled back half her dark hair into a small knot and slid her two pins into place there. She nodded, though no one was watching. There was no one left here but her. She checked the dead bolt on the front door, made sure all the shutters were closed, and slipped out the side door into the alleyway that ran beside the parlour. Her fingers shook slightly as she turned the key in the lock, and she avoided looking at the red graffiti scrawled on the wall. 

She set off down the street, hands in her pockets, peering down each side alley as she went. Nerin was nearly running when she finally heard low voices, and her ankle felt tender where she'd twisted it earlier the day before. The familiar figures of Attayl and Brillin resolved themselves in the low light.

"Someone had to lock up the place," she said, catching her breath. Nerin pulled the little pistol out of her pocket and offered it to Brillin. "Know how to use one of these? I don't. Probably blow my hand off. But I figured, why not?"

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[old man moomba he/him]

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Gonna respond? 

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Edited December 19, 2019 by Ookla the Stand User

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On 12/14/2019 at 8:56 PM, Ookla the Stand User said:

"We should likely turn our efforts to more practical matters, like getting out of this warehouse, instead of talking about weapons." 

"The exit is right there. I'm ready to leave any time you are, unless you want to loot something else they may have left behind." Lance was practically daring him to hunt down another storage, and he let it show in his tone and his smirk.

[old man moomba he/him]

"And what is this thing, which they may or may not have left behind?" Aben was curious, but he also wanted to get out before anyone else showed up. Enough of those Allomancers, and they were all going down, regardless of the he or Lance had.

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2 minutes ago, Dr. Dapper said:

"And what is this thing, which they may or may not have left behind?" Aben was curious, but he also wanted to get out before anyone else showed up. Enough of those Allomancers, and they were all going down, regardless of the he or Lance had.

"Who knows? But they must have left something. These kinds never clean up after themselves properly," Lance sighed. Not that I have room to be talking.

[old man moomba he/him]

"Maybe." Aben nodded, "Alright, let's take a look around. But be quick. I don't want to get caught in a trap." 

[I think I am here. he/him]

20 hours ago, ZincAboutIt said:

“Someone had to lock up the place," she said, catching her breath. Nerin pulled the little pistol out of her pocket and offered it to Brillin. "Know how to use one of these? I don't. Probably blow my hand off. But I figured, why not?"

“Probably would blow mine off too,” Brillin mumbled, took the rifle. He’d learnt a little bit in the outer towns. “But I’ll heal faster, so there’s that.” Cocking it back he looked to Attayl, realised he couldn’t say much now that Nerin was here.

“You’ll be fine. You’re probably less scared than me. And yes, I will,” he said earnestly. A promise.

[+Sorana she/her]

"Nerin, hey." Attayl greeted her, avoided her glance. She had run off without another word to her friend. "Sorry, I, I overreacted." She apologized to both of them and forced a smile on her face when she saw Nerin, when she realized that they both had followed her, that she wasn't alone at all. It was a strange feeling, and at the same time she wouldn't want to miss it at all. She had friends. And they were here.

Her eyes rested on Brillin's for a moment and she gave a curt, grateful nod, then turned around and climed up the ladder. The metal was cold to the touch and she was still shivvering, but the movement hopefully would help with the cold. Her foot touched one of the bars and she yelped in surprise, when it gave way, tumbled to the ground, her hands instinctively tightend around the other bars only to hold on, her heart jumped in her chest when she belatetly imagined herself falling down. For a while she hung there, did nothing but cling to the ladder, before straightening and slowly climbing up to the roof. The other bars held her weight, although she made sure to test all of them, before putting her weight on them for the rest on the way.

She moved over the roof, her footsteps silent, over to the crane and the entrance she hoped to find there. It was quiet, nobody seemed to fight anymore, instead she could hear voices. Kneeling down next to the opening she held on to the roof, her fingers numb from the cold wind and listened. It was Lance, and someone else. Her face moved to a grimace when she tried to recognize the other voice. One of those she had joined that first evening. Those that had scared the brute away.

Attayl peeked through the opening and sagged in relief, when she saw, that they were too late. Lance was up and around and Aben, that was his name, was there as well. She picked up a pebble and threw it down, then waved at them, wordlessly asked if the danger was over for now.

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@Dr. Dapper

@ZincAboutIt

Edited December 20, 2019 by Sorana

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5 hours ago, Sorana said:

Attayl peeked through the opening and sagged in relief, when she saw, that they were too late. Lance was up and around and Aben, that was his name, was there as well. She picked up a pebble and threw it down, then waved at them, wordlessly asked if the danger was over for now.

"Yeah. Let's -" Lance heard a skitter and leaped backwards, fearing an attack, before he noticed one of the parlor-people whose name he didn't recall at the moment waving at him. "Never mind. Looks like others are here. We can come back and loot later." He shot a thumbs-up to the pebble-thrower and motioned for her to come down. Hopefully with whoever else she brought. There's no way she came alone.

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[John Flamesinger he/him]

Alyssa shivered in the parlor, left alone by everyone. Nerin hadn't even noticed her on the stairs, in a small ball, rocking back and forth. What could she do? John and her were alone in an unfamiliar city, surrounded by hostile natives. True, the parlor band had been good enough, but they asked to many questions.

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John made his way through the ally at the side of the warehouse. It seemed they hadn't wanted them, so he left. It wasn't his fault if they died.

Was it?

All he needed to do was make his way to the parlor. He figured that Alyssa was still there, and then they could head for that park in the center of the city. If they did that, they could get back to the Cognitive Realm and make their way out of here. He had heard of a city, a city other than Silverlight. Alleycity. Where things like his mobile came through. But one thing at a time. Just find the parlor.

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I know I rejoined a bit late. Haven't been on the Shard for a while. Sorry for screwing up some earlier posts.

So, what's the plan? I don't know what to do with John and Alyssa at this point.

 

[old man moomba he/him]

"You and your boys can tear this place apart for all I care. Not much here worth stealing." Aben had a hand on the hilt of his sword and was drumming his fingers on it absently. "Hope they left someone back at the parlour. I don't want to come back to a burning husk."

[little wheel he/him]

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so imma start working on creating a character sheet for this. should be done soon : )

 

[+Sorana she/her]

On 20.12.2019 at 9:45 PM, Invocation said:

"Yeah. Let's -" Lance heard a skitter and leaped backwards, fearing an attack, before he noticed one of the parlor-people whose name he didn't recall at the moment waving at him. "Never mind. Looks like others are here. We can come back and loot later." He shot a thumbs-up to the pebble-thrower and motioned for her to come down. Hopefully with whoever else she brought. There's no way she came alone.

@Sorana@Ookla the Maybe-Existent@ZincAboutIt@Dr. Dapper

Attayl waved at him, hopefully covered her relief that there was no need for her to join the fight and used another ladder to climb down. Her hands were numb from the cold and she looked around the place for blanket or a coat of some sorts she might be able to steal.

"What's the plan?" She asked Lance and carefully walked over to him and Aben. "I know our motives don't allign perfectly, but I would very much like to be forgotten in this city, and if I remember correctly that might put us more or less in the same place."

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On 12/22/2019 at 4:14 PM, Dr. Dapper said:

"You and your boys can tear this place apart for all I care. Not much here worth stealing." Aben had a hand on the hilt of his sword and was drumming his fingers on it absently. "Hope they left someone back at the parlour. I don't want to come back to a burning husk."

"Everyone says there's not much anywhere worth stealing, but there always is. If you look for it enough." Lance privately worried about the possibility of the Parlor getting decimated as well. Even if they had left someone behind, depending on who they were and where the threat was coming from, it may not have been enough.

7 minutes ago, Sorana said:

"What's the plan?" She asked Lance and carefully walked over to him and Aben. "I know our motives don't allign perfectly, but I would very much like to be forgotten in this city, and if I remember correctly that might put us more or less in the same place."

"You were just at the parlor, yes? Is there anyone left there? That's step one in any plan we may have." Lance did his best to keep his face placid instead of displaying his tension to the world. He was drawn tighter than a bowstring, and the wrong answer could just make him snap.

[+Sorana she/her]

3 minutes ago, Invocation said:

"You were just at the parlor, yes? Is there anyone left there? That's step one in any plan we may have." Lance did his best to keep his face placid instead of displaying his tension to the world. He was drawn tighter than a bowstring, and the wrong answer could just make him snap.

Attayl took a step back when she sensed something, a moot radiating from him that made her weary. His face was placid, but faces could lie. And she had dealt with enough angry men to know that this was dangerous. Nothing would stop him from taking his mood out on her. "I don't know. Nerin mentioned that she locked it, so I suspect that the employees aren't there yet. So no, I doubt that anybody is there at the moment."

She made sure that her voice was calm and even when she tried no to provoke him.

Edited December 27, 2019 by Sorana

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3 minutes ago, Sorana said:

Attayl took a step back when she sensed something, a moot radiating from him that made her weary. His face was placid, but faces could lie. And she had dealt with enough angry men to know that this was dangerous. Nothing would stop him from taking his mood out on her. "I don't know. Nerin mentioned that she locked it, so I suspect that the employees aren't there yet. So no, I doubt that anybody is there at the moment."

She made sure that her voice was calm and even when she tried no to provoke him.

"Then there's a very real possibility it's no longer there either. At least no as anything other than a burnt-out husk. If no one was there, we might be better off. Where are the others?"

[+Sorana she/her]

7 minutes ago, Invocation said:

"Then there's a very real possibility it's no longer there either. At least no as anything other than a burnt-out husk. If no one was there, we might be better off. Where are the others?"

Confused Attayl looked at him. "Nerin paid for pretection." She replied and then paled. Nerin paid, so nothing should happen to the parlor. And she paid the stronger gang, so that meant she should be save. Or as save as one could possibly be."

"Is it that bad?" She asked, although the real question was another one. If the Farriers lost control over the streets and weren't able to protect those that paid them, then they were facing something worse than a simply take-over. She had grown up on these streets as part of a gang. She knew how things worked about as good as he did.

"They are behind me. Up on the roof." She added quietly to reply to his second question.

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6 minutes ago, Sorana said:

Confused Attayl looked at him. "Nerin paid for pretection." She replied and then paled. Nerin paid, so nothing should happen to the parlor. And she paid the stronger gang, so that meant she should be save. Or as save as one could possibly be."

"Is it that bad?" She asked, although the real question was another one. If the Farriers lost control over the streets and weren't able to protect those that paid them, then they were facing something worse than a simply take-over. She had grown up on these streets as part of a gang. She knew how things worked about as good as he did.

"They are behind me. Up on the roof." She added quietly to reply to his second question.

"Nerin might have paid, but that's no guarantee of anything when things get like this. Been through it enough times with one of my old friends. Sometimes it can make the situation worse, power or no power. People, especially gangs, do things irrationally sometimes. Especially in a shake-up." The latter half of what she said registered with him then, and he sighed, shoulders relaxing a little. "At least they're here. I'm your best bet of staving off anything like that if it does happen, especially if it's the Farriers." He just had to hope he would be enough.

He was not confident in that.

Not with what they could do.

With who they could bring.

Lance worried.

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

Nerin looked up the ladder nervously, eyeing the rung that had nearly spilled Attayl onto the alley floor before muttering a quiet curse, wiping her hands on her dress, and climbing up after. She looked down at Brillin once, felt herself pale a little, and quickly turned back towards the ladder. Nerin was on the roof sooner than she expected, then peered down through the entrance into the warehouse to observe Attayl, Aben, and - blessedly - Lance. Alive. They were alive.

 A tiny sigh escaped her mouth, a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. The sound of voices filtered up towards her, though she couldn't make out any specifics. Nerin spied a second ladder, rust and ruin it, descending down into the warehouse. Before she screwed up the courage to scrabble around on the roof and hike up her dress, she leaned out a little and waved towards Brillin, giving him a thumbs-up. Then, she bunched her skirts ridiculously high, draped them over her arm, and climbed down with as much dignity as she could manage. 

At the bottom, she turned, smoothed her skirts, and tried to fix her face in a cool, placid mask as she walked across the floor towards Attayl, Lance, and Aben. 

"Glad you managed to stay alive," she said cooly, looking at a spot right between Lance's eyes where the filigree of his mask spiraled and shone. "I paid good money for your protection, after all. Wouldn't want those boxings to go to waste."

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Just now, ZincAboutIt said:

"Glad you managed to stay alive," she said cooly, looking at a spot right between Lance's eyes where the filigree of his mask spiraled and shone. "I paid good money for your protection, after all. Wouldn't want those boxings to go to waste."

"Glad to see you up and about, if what you were doing with your skirts could be considered...about at all." Lance smirked a little. "But you didn't really need to fear me dying. Kind of hard for me to do."

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

Nerin felt her cheeks color, and her eyes moved to meet his own, then narrowed. She sniffed.

"Propriety is hardly worth a broken neck," she said, keeping her voice even. "And if you're done gawking, perhaps we can figure out what to do next. I heard you asking about the parlour - is there something you know? Who would target it now, now that --"

Nerin stopped, feeling her heartbeat pick up a little, the edges of her vision darken a bit. She clenched one fist, forcing away the thoughts, the memories. "Now that they made their point."

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3 minutes ago, ZincAboutIt said:

 

"Everyone would. You can't take any guarantees, payment or no. One of my friends...he'd always specifically hit the ones that had already paid him. Use that as an excuse to attack someone else. Took over a solid chunk like that, no interruptions. Made it look easy." Lance grimaced. "Started hitting him back a little while after he took a real turn. Anyway, if they decided to take a pinch from his vials, your parlor is gone."