Scadrial Thread

[+Ark1002]

Garth walked into a corner, quitely, watching. 

[old man moomba he/him]

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At the parlor or the dancing hall?

Aben continued to puff contentedly on his pipe, keeping an eye on Nerin. He didn't like the look of that man. He seemed to smell of filth, as if he'd been rolling around in sewage. Probably not to far from the truth. Aben reflected.

[I think I am here. he/him]

15 hours ago, Sorana said:

Attayl paused, shot Nerin an apologetic glance and rushed after him.

"Dance with me?"

She blurted out, before she could loose her courage.

"Just once?"

Brillin turned at her and smiled. A dance.

 “Of course,” he said.  He extended a hand outwards. “We’ll do the one you showed me?” He asked. That was the only one he’d knew.

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

7 hours ago, Sorana said:

"The Farriers are taking over control. The Scarlets are still oposing them, but I fear Millet has put too much on the table. The stakes are high and I am not sure if he can pay."

A tiny smile ghosted over his lips.

"That leads me back to my question. What do you want from my little one?"

Rusts, Nerin thought. A true gang war would be horrible for business - no one wanted to be out at night with that much violence in the streets. She forced herself to give a light laugh.

"Truly, nothing," Nerin said. "She was in the parlor - I wanted to go out dancing. She offered to come. Just a diversion." She looked at him - quickly meeting his eyes, then looking away again, pouting her lips a bit.

"Too much work can drive a girl mad, you know." She turned up her brass a little more, trying to Soothe his worry over something Attayl could have said. 

She must have overheard something important, Nerin thought. Otherwise, why would he be so anxious?

[overlord stick]

Rudo was bored. He hated these dumb parties. He wanted to do something productive. He couldn't even drink either, because he had no charge in his metalminds to spare, and he needed to be sober just in case. He heard someone mention the Farriers, and he eyed them, trying to make out what they were saying. @ZincAboutIt @Sorana @I think I am here.

Edited May 25, 2019 by Emperor Stick

[+Sorana she/her]

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

Brillin turned at her and smiled. A dance.

 “Of course,” he said.  He extended a hand outwards. “We’ll do the one you showed me?” He asked. That was the only one he’d knew.

Attayl smiled as well, stepped close and took his hand.

"What ever you want to."

She replied and left it open. He was dancing with her, and smiling. Elated that they were about to dance, that he was here, she listened to the music. A slower waltz, that was good. Easier than the faster ones.

"Is there a reason you travel so much?"

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20 minutes ago, ZincAboutIt said:

Rusts, Nerin thought. A true gang war would be horrible for business - no one wanted to be out at night with that much violence in the streets. She forced herself to give a light laugh.

"Truly, nothing," Nerin said. "She was in the parlor - I wanted to go out dancing. She offered to come. Just a diversion." She looked at him - quickly meeting his eyes, then looking away again, pouting her lips a bit.

"Too much work can drive a girl mad, you know." She turned up her brass a little more, trying to Soothe his worry over something Attayl could have said. 

She must have overheard something important, Nerin thought. Otherwise, why would he be so anxious?

"It's not work if you have fun. And I know my little one enjoys it a lot."

He swirled her around another time, and then frozen, stared at her.

"You're soothing me."

His voice was violent, cruel.

"You will walk outside with me, and you'll do it nicely. No fast movements. If you scream, you're dead."

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9 minutes ago, Emperor Stick said:

Rudo was bored. He hated these dumb parties. He wanted to do something productive. He couldn't even drink either, because he had no charge in his metalminds to spare, and he needed to be sober just in case.

"Hey Rudo."

A man with a cruel smile waved him over.

"There's something happening at the train station. Boss wants for us to check it out."

[overlord stick]

Rudo grunted and followed. Finally, something interesting.

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

17 minutes ago, Sorana said:

"You're soothing me."

His voice was violent, cruel.

"You will walk outside with me, and you'll do it nicely. No fast movements. If you scream, you're dead."

Nerin felt all the blood drain from her face. The man's grip had become iron - his eyes, steel. She nodded once, dropping the Soothing.

Oh Harmony. 

[old man moomba he/him]

Aben shifted in his seat, about to get up, but waited. Something was about to happen. Something important. Thank you, prophet. he thought ruefully. 

He stood up, deciding to help as much as he could. His hand rested on the hilt of his blade as he stalked closer to Nerin.

Edited May 25, 2019 by Dr. Dapper

[+Invocation]

37 minutes ago, Sorana said:

"It's not work if you have fun. And I know my little one enjoys it a lot."

He swirled her around another time, and then frozen, stared at her.

"You're soothing me."

His voice was violent, cruel.

"You will walk outside with me, and you'll do it nicely. No fast movements. If you scream, you're dead."

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Far above, the watcher perked up. Something was wrong. A man, frozen on the dance floor. Mid-dance. Pulling out his dueling canes, Lance smashed a panel of glass above them, luckily next to one of the iron reinforcement panings, and jumped through, aimed directly at the back of the man's head, feet pointed like an arrow, pewter flared to prevent shattered legs. It still wouldn't be enough, but at the last moment, he gently Pulled on the pane liner above, softening his impact just that extra bit to prevent injury. 

His injury, at least. There was nothing cushioning the man beneath him. He went down hard, Lance's feet crushing his skull. Lance, sensing the time for a proper quip, extended his hand to the partner of the late man...wait, was that the Soother from earlier? Even better? 

"I hope you'll forgive me cutting in, but may I have this dance, madam?"

Edited May 25, 2019 by Invocation

[old man moomba he/him]

Aben sighed, but continued moving towards Nerin, and now, Lance. A smile crossed his face as his eyes flicked down to the corpse, but it quickly disappeared. "So do you like breaking windows, or is it just a coincidence?" he asked, blowing a smoke ring up towards the jagged edges of the window.

[+Invocation]

1 minute ago, Dr. Dapper said:

Aben sighed, but continued moving towards Nerin, and now, Lance. A smile crossed his face as his eyes flicked down to the corpse, but it quickly disappeared. "So do you like breaking windows, or is it just a coincidence?" he asked, blowing a smoke ring up towards the jagged edges of the window.

"Breaking windows is a wonderful pastime, honestly, even if it is a little...transparent," Lance joked, hand still outstretched.

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

6 minutes ago, Invocation said:

"I hope you'll forgive me cutting in, but may I have this dance, madam?"

There was a sharp crack! from high above, then, something hurtled down into the man with the force of a bullet. He slammed into the floor with a wet crunching sound, skull fully crushed by the feet of a man dressed in a mistcoat and a --

Well rust me, Nerin thought, mouth hanging open at the infuriatingly-familiar face of Lance Rapis. Her body reacted automatically, taking his outstretched hand and stepping towards him, careful not to tread in the pool of dark gore at her feet.

"I suppose this should do as repayment for the broken window back at the parlor," she said, still a little breathless. "I hope you dance half as well as you make an entrance, Master Rapis."

[+Invocation]

5 minutes ago, ZincAboutIt said:

"I suppose this should do as repayment for the broken window back at the parlor," she said, still a little breathless. "I hope you dance half as well as you make an entrance, Master Rapis."

"Making an entrance is nothing more than a different form of dance, so I suppose the two are, indeed, equal. Perhaps a demonstration is in order. After all, there may not be much time before this erupts like a gunpowder factory in an active volcano," Lance said, beginning to lead in an old-fashioned waltz, away from the gore.

Edited May 25, 2019 by Invocation

[old man moomba he/him]

4 minutes ago, Invocation said:

"Breaking windows is a wonderful pastime, honestly, even if it is a little...transparent," Lance joked, hand still outstretched.

"I hope you realize all the... panes we go through for your hobby." Aben quiped back

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

Just now, Invocation said:

"Making an entrance is nothing more than a different form of dance, so I suppose the two are, indeed, equal. Perhaps a demonstration is in order. After all, there may not be much time before this erupts like a gunpowder factory in an active volcano,"

Nerin gave a tiny laugh, half-amusement, half-relief. "I think a demonstration is very much in order," she said. More out of habit than anything, she reached out with a Soothing. "Tell me, do you typically ask a woman to dance this way?"

She pushed down on some of his inhibition, letting the Rioters do their work. It didn't take much in this kind of environment - so much Allomancy, so many different pushes and pulls on the emotions. Nerin knew she should be terrified; she'd just seen a man murdered. Still, the reality had yet to reach all the way to the band. Trent was still playing the keys, Rioting her desire to laugh, to dance, to live.

[+Sorana she/her]

The room grew quiet. Slowly at first, then it was silent. The dancing floor cleared, all eyes focused on the three standing in the middle.

"My, my."

An older looking man spoke into the silence.

"Did you really just squash the leader of the Darksiders?"

Despite his words, the was no humor whatsoever in his words. All around room gang members slowly reached for their weapons.

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Please let the old man live.

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Attayl heard the crashing sound and whirled around. Lance was back and he'd crashed -

"No."

She whispered.

"No, no, no."

Her hand tightened around Brillin's coat as she stared at the body in pure shock. It was over. Without him, she had no protection, no place to sleep, no one to stop the other gangs from questioning her. No food, no money. Nothing. And she had no chance to find another job.

"I'm.... done, lost."

She whispered.

"They'll either torture me or sell me in earnest. I have no place to go."

@I think I am here.

Edited May 25, 2019 by Sorana

[+Invocation]

30 minutes ago, ZincAboutIt said:

Nerin gave a tiny laugh, half-amusement, half-relief. "I think a demonstration is very much in order," she said. More out of habit than anything, she reached out with a Soothing. "Tell me, do you typically ask a woman to dance this way?"

"Typically, no. But I saw the opportunity and took it -" Everything stopped. The music had cut. Something was wrong.

29 minutes ago, Sorana said:

"Did you really just squash the leader of the Darksiders?"

"Well, it would certainly appear that I have. Perhaps next time you should watch all avenues, yes? Silly to leave anyone able to come and go through the ceiling. Plus, you can't tell me the man didn't deserve it. Also, I suppose you could consider that a message...from the Farriers." Knowing this would set the onlookers off, Lance stopped storing determination and began to tap, resuming his pewter-burning as well. "I owe you a dance," he said to Nerin, sprinting towards the nearest group of thugs, drawing his canes, readying a bendalloy bubble, readjusting to his Mouras persona.

The moment he got close enough, he fired off a bubble, canes hitting with twin cracks across the first two heads he saw before moving on. Not five seconds of burning went by before they were all down and his bubble was, too, popping as he ran through the boundary, determination tapping keeping him from pausing with the shift of time frame. He jumped towards another pair of thugs, tackling one towards the wall just as he got another bubble up, the momentum from a pewter-fueled charge throwing the other man through the boundary of the bubble (and later through the wall and onto the track of the functioning depot), ribs breaking audibly as Mouras hit.

The other half of the pair that had occupied the space rushed behind him, cracking a club across his back, ineffectual from the pewter. Mouras stood up and calmly kneed him in a soft spot before breaking his jaw and smacking him in the kidney to ensure he stayed down. The bubble dropped and Mouras was off again, taking down the next pair as they struggled to get their guns out, holsters in awkward positions. No speed bubble needed there. The next man he headbutted, killing him instantly. Another was standing next to a metal barstool, holding a cane, and Mouras Pulled himself towards it, smashing, feet-first, into his chest, throwing him into the bar's shelf-stock. A gunshot rang out as he stood, and Mouras threw a speed bubble around himself to see where it came from. Sure enough, there was a bullet heading for him, but he calmly moved to the other side of the bubble and dropped it, feeling the wind from the bullet whiz by as he headed towards the final man, the one who was shooting before, but now was putting on knucklebones. Metal knucklebones. The absolute fool. Mouras Pulled, breaking his fingers, and clubbed him upside the head, knocking him out, before braining him.

"You. Old man. I am sparing your life, a sign that Mouras and the rest of the Farriers are not without mercy. Be grateful."

Lance grinned, shaking himself free of the Mouras headspace. Even as incompetent as these had been, it had been a while since he'd been able to stretch like that. Letting loose wasn't easy most of the time. He marvelled again at the gift he had been given, and how right it felt to be able to do that. 

Edited May 25, 2019 by Invocation

[+Sorana she/her]

Attayl watched the man fight, instinctively burning bronze to see what he was doing. She paused. Two metals? He was burning two metals. How could he burn two metals? That was impossible. You only got one, nobody had seen a mistborn in ages. But maybe, if the rumors were true. She stared at his masked face in awe, at the raw power he commanded.

The rumors had to be true. They had to. He was a Mistborn. A real and true Mistborn.

[I think I am here. he/him]

42 minutes ago, Sorana said:

I'm.... done, lost."

She whispered.

"They'll either torture me or sell me in earnest. I have no place to go."

Brillin was ready to dance when all hell broke loose. A dead body, that man with his habit of crashing through windows, and suddenly a battle of Allomancy and guns. Keeping his steady ground, Brillin wrapped an arm around Attayl and gripped her shoulder. She seemed to be panicking, but for some reason transfixed on the man who was fighting.

“We need to get out of here,” he said, turning towards an exit that looked near and walking ahead, his head low. He tried to lead her shine him. “They can’t do anything to you if you leave now, they won’t be able to fight you, right?”

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

Nerin stumbled backwards as Lance sprinted off towards the gang members, blurring into nothingness before... reappearing somewhere? 

What? That wasn't how a Steelrunner moved, in fits and starts like that. That was how someone fought while burning Bendalloy. But - it couldn't be. He was a Lurcher. No one got two Allomantic metals, not anymore. Not since the Lord Mistborn.

"God Beyond," she whispered, backing up towards Attayl and Brillin. He was a Mistborn. "Are you seeing this?" @Sorana

And he was one of the Farriers. The fight was over in a dizzyingly short amount of time, with Lance sparing an older man that Nerin vaguely recognized as Willet. It seemed that the gang war had officially begun.

And, she thought, rather stupidly, a Mistborn owes me a dance.

[+Sorana she/her]

6 minutes ago, I think I am here. said:

“We need to get out of here,” he said, turning towards an exit that looked near and walking ahead, his head low. He tried to lead her shine him. “They can’t do anything to you if you leave now, they won’t be able to fight you, right?”

"I can't fight."

She stared at him, her eyes wide. Hearing Nerin's words she nodded, her hand holding on to his arm, keeping him back.

"A Mistborn. He's burning two. Bendalloy and the one to pull."

She shook her head, tried to wrap her head around the situation.

"They were gone. And now he's with them. He will kill me."

@ZincAboutIt

[I think I am here. he/him]

4 minutes ago, Sorana said:

She stared at him, her eyes wide. Hearing Nerin's words she nodded, her hand holding on to his arm, keeping him back.

"A Mistborn. He's burning two. Bendalloy and the one to pull."

She shook her head, tried to wrap her head around the situation.

"They were gone. And now he's with them. He will kill me."

“Impossible,” Brillin said, shaking his head.

“Mistborn don’t exist, there’s no way he’s one. Probably some circus trickery, most likely from the same place he’s learnt all his dramatics from.”

Brillin pointed to a door. “We need to leave.”

[+ZincAboutIt she/her]

Just now, Sorana said:

Hearing Nerin's words she nodded, her hand holding on to his arm, keeping him back.

"A Mistborn. He's burning two. Bendalloy and the one to pull."

She shook her head, tried to wrap her head around the situation.

"You're a Seeker?" Nerin hissed. Was everyone hiding some kind of metalborn talent around here? She ambiently Soothed a little of Attayl's panic, though her concentration was off. "Never mind," she continued. "Later. Questions for later."

She took a deep breath, letting it out in one shaky gust. "There's the parlor, at least until this cools down. Should be closed - just Jeb and the new boy. There's some cots upstairs."

@I think I am here.

[+Sorana she/her]

"The parlor."

Attayl repeated, her panic subsiding. The parlor. Hastily she thought about the Alleys close by.

"I know a good way there. Without using the larger streets."

Now that she was calmer she realized, that Brillin had wrapped an arm around her shoulder, had left it there. He she smiled at him shyly, unsure what to make out of the gesture, but not moving away either. Maybe he would take her with him, when he left the city?

A seeker. She'd never told anybody before. Never. But between all the soothing and rioting, she'd chosen the wrong words.

"We should hurry. The exit to our right."

@ZincAboutIt

@I think I am here.

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Millet stared at the man, slowly backing away. One step, another one. His eyes darted over to hus dead men, then he turned around, his back stiff, deliberately walked out of the room. A few followed, but most, those belonging to the Farriers, or those now choosing their side stayed, looking in awe at Lance.

@Invocation