Satsuoni

a) Any Inquisitor can tell a Kandra on sight, simply by virtue of seeing all metal traces within a body, including two spikes. b ) It was probably known by other nobles that Kandra can't fool inquisitors after they tried, and Kelsier learned from them, though he didn't know how they detected Kandra.

@Morsk - seems good enough, yeah.

"Hm.. Some leads, but nothing definite. The metals are over there. You might have noticed that some of them have tainted metals. Just a little bit, of course. You should be able to tell most by using your Steelsight. In case you don't" - I go to the shelf and tap two of the bottles - "most are marked slightly differently. For those that appear identical to human senses, like these two, " - I point out - "They make different sounds if scratched, on the higher end, which humans and dogs can't hear. Naturally, the side effects of the tainted metal that is hidden best are the worst. Over time, at least. " I smile. "Experiments mostly, but sometimes useful, these metals. Well, these are pure, the ones that you want." I pass Alfie vials of Electrum, Steel, Iron and Tin. "Well then. The Inquisitor's spike is still the favoured bar for Bloodmakers and other metal using criminals. After the night like this one, at least one should be there, trying to wash the sight of flying cat out of his or her mind. Might have even removed goldminds, so not to sober himself accidentally." I walk back to the shelves with metals and refill some of my nicrosil. "Another opportunity is to check out that second gang. With Harmony removed, it may have absorbed part of his forces. Some of them were originally from that gang if I recall correctly." After some hesitation, I refill on Pewter, too. "And the last lead that I have now is the warehouse mentioned during the night. The raid was probably called off, but maybe somebody decided to go through with it after all. "

That did make curious as to whether a coins hot could impart as much energy as a gun, though. Any coinshot has to be able to Push more than his natural weight to be able to lift himself off the ground. I don't know about imperial system, so I'll go with Rubix figure of 180 and assume it to be lbf Then, with target at 10 feet and continuous push, that gives 1800 ft-lbf penetration, which, according to Wiki, is muzzle energy of a "7.62x51mm rifle " That does, of course, assume pretty huge recoil, so presumably, most coinshots push coins with less force, unless they want to put some distance between them and the target... That also presumes I've got metric system right

After the operation was over, I have decided that pursuing late Harmony's minions was not going to happen on this day. The surgery has taken a lot out of us, even more so out of Alfie. Our wounds hurt as we have run out of pewter. I didn't feel like replenishing it. Nyaa... We - I - not sure which - looked at Alfie, still under the influence of the drug. He has gotten more power. Connection was a strange power Reliable enough for normal people, it tended to bring out crazier parts of people whose emotions were damaged. Was it because emotional closeness made them stop suppressing their true natures? Who knew? We looked at our hand, now changing slightly. Investiture. We used a lot of it this day. We looked around the room. It was changing colors. It was time to rest. There was a small cot in the lab, but after some consideration we put Alfie there. He was deep asleep already. No need to worry my staff too much, so we returnyad to our own bed. Hopefully, our body would stabilize... so.. tired... In the morning, my head was indeed clearer. I could still clearly feel the presence of my cat inside, but she was content to watch, a quality she acquired with her advanced age. After greeting my butler and guard, and declining breakfast, I went back to the basement laboratory, where I found Alfie up and about. "Well, I see you are awake. How are you feeling? Do you think we may actually be able to track and harvest Bloodmaker today?"

I highly doubt there would be more base metals. There are, of course, other atium/lerasium alloys to consider. As for your original question: AFAIK (as in, take this with a grain of salt), everything time-related speeds up in bendalloy bubble (this by the way excludes speed of light, since it is not really time-related. Also, because bubbles don't look like mirrors). So you'd store faster, age faster, move around faster related to the things outside. Likewise, with cadmium bubble, everything would be slower. I once made calculations that I don't care to repeat now, but essentially, it doesn't affect Bendalloy users lifespan overmuch, since the amount of bendalloy necessary to shorten their lifespans for one year you'd need to burn it for 52 days or so (one hour daily for 3 years), and it burns quickly and is expensive. Storage effects do apply.

@Windrunner Understood. I thought there was another audio file that got lost after Chaos listened to it.

@Windrunner: Chaos answered your question #4, as Kurkistan pointed out in this very thread. If that audio was lost, well... Then I would like to suggest you post the unedited, 6-hour long audios somewhere, with links on the site, as soon as you have them. Then a. They won't be lost. b. It may be possible for somebody in community to transcribe and edit them faster. Assuming validity of Chaos quote, the answer is still valid. @Nepene: found the question that I believe is similar to yours: He might answer it in different formulation though. It has happened before.

Or get an ebook while it is still cheap...

Hm~ 1. You said that every person on Scadrial has a bit of Preservation in them. It is possible, then, to accumulate enough Hemalurgic charge from killing normal people by, say, steel spike (at once, or in order), to make that spike grant Allomancy? Building on this, is it possible for the spike to accumulate charge while being imbedded in acceptor body, by killing people with the protruding end? 2. From which stage of development does human embryo on Scadrial gain Hemalurgic potential? Is potential of newborn child any greater than of old man? 3. Are bound spren like Syl individuals? What happens to their consciousness when their symbiont die? 4. Is it possible to soulforge yourself to have, say,a network of of blood vessels that would work as a self-renewing seal? 5. You have mentioned that certain spren are an embodiment of concepts. How does that work for the concepts like hononr, that can mean opposite things to different culture groups? Something in this vein, I guess.

IRC Session logs: The Operation. Satsu: "Understood". I stood up and retrieved a hemalurgic chart from a hidden hole in the wall. Not very well hidden, but hopefully nobody would come here to search the place anyway "Would you prefer to be awake during the operation?" Alfie nods. "I... prefer to see what is happening. Not that I don't trust you. But if anything went wrong, I could stop it." Satsu: I nod "Fine. I'll have to restrain you, though. It is a delicate operation, and if you move - well, you won't die, not with a charged spike, but you may get less power and more side effects". I retrieve the necessary bindings and affix them on the table. Alfie tested the bindings, found them strong. He adjusted his tail, closed his eyes, and spoke. "Do it. I won't move." Alfie: “I'm ready to be strapped in." Satsu: I start by refamiliarizing myself with the placement of original spikes. I know them by heart, but it never hurts to remind oneself. Yes. The spike would have to go near the spine, just so, to avoid interaction with the other ones. I strap Alfie in, his back exposed. Alfie clenched his paws, his back feeling very naked. Alfie: "I wish I had tin feruchemy at the moment. That would make this operation a lot easier." Satsuoni: [ooc: yes, probably cocaine or similar for anesthesia ] Satsu: "Yes, indeed. I shall apply numbing agent, but I can't make it go all the way to where the spike must reach" Alfie: "I could burn steel. Push hard against the ceiling. That will hold me still whatever I do." Satsu: "Indeed. But that requres effort of will, and I am not sure you will be able to maintain it. By the way, if you were burning tin, please stop. " "Do it anyway, I guess" Alfie: He burnt electrum harder, sending images flashing across, distracting him. [Nepene :ooc yay for drunkedness] Alfie: "I can control my steel pretty well." He send a pulse out. Well above him was a bed, with a mostly metal frame. He pushed up against it, hard, pushing more than twice his weight. He was smashed down on the operating table, completely vulnerable. "I've not been burning much tin for a while." Satsu: "Not when you lose orientation from pain… Anyway, do it. It will help. As will this." - I retrieve a bottle of white powder from one of the shelves. "That is a pity about tin, in a way. Pewter would have also helped, but I need both of my hands for the operation" Alfie :"Especially then. I've been practicing using it to compensate for my damaged leg." Satsu: I adjust the bindings to Alfi's new position. "Just so you know, You can unlock these binding with steel." Alfie: "I do." He gives them a little push with his steel, making them shake. Satsu: "Yes. Not immediately obvious, but they were made that way on purpose." I rub the powder on scalpel, and make careful incision on the entry point. I then rub the powder in and around the wound. The blood seeping from it weakens almost immediately. "It should be numb in a minute or so. You may feel some euphoria, that is normal." Now to prepare the spike. That one is still in my stomach. Alfie: Alfie feels all the sensation going away in that area, and feels a small rush of happiness flood his body. He instinctively tried to shake his tail, but was held down by the force of his push. He says "It's working." Satsu: I burn Pewter and pull the spike out. The shape is stupid. Luckily, duralumin can be worked easily enough. "Good.", I answer. [Nepene: ooc though it's probably not working yet. Alfie is very open to suggestions.] [satsuoni: ooc some numbing is immediate or close enough, though it'd take time to spread] [Nepene: ooc if you had told him it would cause numbing in his tail he'd have probably felt that there too.] Satsu: I consider using the small forge, but decide against it. Heating the metal will make it lose charge even faster. Even deformation wasn't really advised, but necessary in this case. I swallow more pewter, and think. Yes, that shape would work. I take out a hard titanium-wolfram mold I use for making custom spikes I draw in Investiture. The holes from where the spikes were removed flare with strange pain, but I concentrate on increasing Pewter effect. Duralimin is soft enough. I push the spike into the mold. Not as soft as Aluminium, though -I can see I am going to have bruises on my fingers I have to eat more Pewter. For a moment, I consider just using Investiture for a substitute, but the strain on the body… Not worth it, not when I have pewter nearby. I push the spike parts that protrude from the mold, and then push the second half on top of it. It is not perfect. The spike is still too large, but at least it seems to be in a close enough shape I glance at Alfie. Alfie: Alfie releases the steel push, and nods at Satsu, having heard him stop his pressing. He then looks back down, and readies his steel push. Satsu: I look at the spike. A bit too long. It will have to be bent at the end, like so. Alfie seems ready. The placing of the permanent spike is not a straightforward process. I take out and prepare flexible, thin knife. I then go to Alfie. [satsuoni: ooc a thin, flexible thing used to prepare a channel for spike, also a set of rods to set it around the bone] Alfie: Alfie awaits the spike, feeling all fuzzy and happy, pushing hard while his future selves spasm and shake about. Satsu: I start to carefully insert the knife, preparing a channel for the spike. Timing is important, here. I also avoid most major blood vessels. Alfie: Alfie breaths in deep, feeling a very discomforting sensation in his back. “Argh”” Satsu: The end of the spike would have to go through the lung, though. Alfie: He stays still, slowing his breathing, remaining calm. Satsu: I feel Alfie wince. I apply a bit more of the powder along the length of the knife. That should be about as much as I can use safely on a cat his size. The knife fist goes along the spine, under the skin. I draw Investiture. Pewter also helps to steady the hand, but that is not the point. I cut myself on the edge of the knife. Alfie: Alfie gasps, sharp pain flowing through him Then a numbing feeling spreads, and his world starts to grow fuzzier. His shadows suddenly become colored and alive and dance around the room in front of him Alfie: "I can join you and dance." Satsu: "Please don't". Alfie: His paws lightly twist, held down hard by the push. Satsu: I draw on Investiture. It has many uses. Close to the raw power of Harmony, it can also give better understanding. When you feel it's flow from you through a piece of metal… A bit to the left. This metal is not right. My Pewter won't last another minute. I have to concentrate. Alfie: Alfie can barely hear what is happening. He still remembers one thing. He has to hold the steel push. No matter what. Satsu: Along this rib.. twist.. now under this rib. The tools are so crude. To the side… Make the ip twist down. Alfie is holding his push well… The channel is done. Now I must hurry. Alfie is bleeding. Alfie: Alfie felt gooey inside. Like a fruit that someone had slapped. Liquid was dripping through him. Juicy. Satsu: I carefully insert the spike. This one is right. One of my nicrosilminds is empty. Another one still has enough. Push up the skin and muscle to prepare the tip. Possibly the worst and the best part comes now... As I push the tip down, through one of segmented lungs, side effect of the spikes that went before. The spike is now active… But my work is not done. Alfie: "arghhowwdamn" Alfie felt his insides stretching and a sharp agonizing pain that pierced the fog of his mind. He was suddenly awake. It was agonizing. Satsu: Alfie suddenly spake in tongues, surprising me. Well. The pain should pass Quite rapidly, actually, considering the position... Also, the drug was still in his system. Once the shock wears off… I wait, and prepare the rest of the tools. [Nepene: ooc how long does spike pain last?] [satsuoni: ooc well, residual pain will last, but the pierce pain should go away in about a minute. also, the blood will stop at about then] Alfie: Alfie breathed fast. He could feel... something. He could feel pain, lots of it, but something else too. Another power source. Was he supposed to burn it? [satsuoni: ooc truly, there would be residual connection in the spike] [Nepene: ooc brandon said you could burn a spike. also, he could try to store, and he would interpret that as a power] [satsuoni: ooc you don't have duralumin allomancy] [satsuoni ooc you would feel the storage, though, which is about 1/3rd full] Alfie: Alfie tried to burn it. He felt closer to the world. Everything was lovey dovey. Then it slipped through his fingers. Did he have fingers? Did he have hands? Was he cat or human? [satsuoni ooc just be happy you don't have duralumin Allomancy ] [Nepene: ooc that would be agonizing] Alfie: He tried... pulling the new metal. He suddenly felt alone. Empty. Unloved. Unloving. Satsu: Alfie seemed to calm down. For a moment I felt a flash of increased conncetion to him. Good. Now to fix the spike. Suddenly I felt… carelessness. Alfie: It wasn't good. Satsu: I slipped the fixing pincers inside the wound without as much regard as I should have Alfie: He went back to burning the metal. Satsu: And immediately, I feel remorse. Alfie must be playing with new power. I pushed the spike edges with pincers, moving them below spine a bit, so they'd lock in place. I switch pincers. Alfie: He felt so in touch with the universe. Satsu: I hesitate Should I really do it? No, no, this was for the best Alfie: They were alone together. He'd feared that ruin would take him one day. but he wouldn't. He wasn't that special. No one was. They were not special together. Satsu: The spike must not come loose, or jiggle Alfie: alone together, struggling with life. He giggled. Satsu: Alfie made a strange sound that made it seem that he chocked on a hairball. While purring. Most curious. [Nepene: ooc he's really high] [satsuoni: ooc I have noticed] Alfie: It was like his inner walls had broken down, like his mind was in overdrive. He understood everything. Satsu: I felt the irrational desire to dance while changing colors Alfie: It was like before he had been walking and now he was driving. The wheels in his head were turning. Satsu: But suppressed it and inserted the pincers, fixing spike along the rib. [satsuoni: ooc stop tapping connection, your high is leaking ] Alfie: He looked through his steel. Every metal was a different color. The lines pulsed. Satsu: "Please stop using Conncetion for the moment, Alfie. It is distracting." Just one ridge more... Here! The spike was in place. Alfie: Alfie heard his words, and instantly stopped. Satsu was such an awesome lovely guy. Satsu: Fixing complete, I set about closing the wound. The bleeding has weakened considerably, a combined effect of spike and the drug. Alfie: Satsu sometimes seemed uncaring. But he knew that he wanted the best for them. Someone to carry on his work. They would be his immortality. Satsu: My mind cleared. Connection. Such a strange power. Nepene: Each hole a step closer to it. His name would live on, praised as much as Harmony's was. Perhaps he would too. Anchored to this world by their belief. Like the survivor. Satsu: This spike was barely touched by my soul… no matter. I cleaned the entry incision and used medical glue to hold skin in place. No need for sutures here, the wound was small enough and it will heal rapidly I carefully bandaged Alfie around the chest, to hold it in place for the moment. Alfie: The pain was starting to fade, beyond the low level it had been at. The spike became more secure, adhering to his being. He opened his eyes, to a melody of colors and pulsating images. "Is it over?" Satsu: "Yes. Just rest for now. I understand that the drug makes you full of energy, but try not to let it affect you too much." Alfie: Alfie nodded, and twisted his head a little to look up at Satsu. He lightly tapped connection (tapped, not burnt) and spoke. "Thank you." He released his steel push and flopped down, enjoying his visions.

I nod at Alfie's words. The wind is rising, and I feel chilled. My teeth would have chattered any but fangs could connect properly. Not tonight, though. We reach my house, but I don't head inside. The main hidden lab is below my warehouse nearby. The entryway is small and well concealed, the mechanism hidden in extended metal block that is part of the intricate metal framework, also used for building support. The door is small, and it takes me some effort to get inside. Down below, my lab awaits. Shelves filled with bins of various metals, including several non- Allomantic and tainted allomantic alloys. Tools of the trade, the spikes and corresponding harvesting daggers of clear glass. A surgery set, and a small electric forge. Other medical supplies. I quickly refill my pewter and carefully unhook and withdraw the gauntlet spike. I have to flare pewter, it is more painful than I expected. The feeling that I drag a bit of my soul with the spikes does not help, even if it is not technically correct. In this case. I hope. I clean the wounds and apply numbing agent. Then I turn to Alfie. "Well then. You have taken a spike today, so if you want it, I'll form it and place it into your body now. It is larger than necessary, and crudely made, so it won't be as strong as it could be, but still, it can serve as its own metalmind. Do you want it now, or should I keep it for the moment? It is uncomfortable, nya. Then we shall decide if we retire for the night or go hunting allomancers."

I dropped down, straight towards the water. At the last moment, Alfie bolted from my shoulder, I was not sure where. I slowed down just enough to make impact bearable, and splashed into the canal, pack and all. It wasn't too deep here, and I almost touched bottom before Pulling myself towards the shore and surface. The chill of the water cleared my thoughts, and the water itself cleans my body well, removing most of the smell that started to bother me. My steel and iron run out as I I propel myself on the shore, and I land somewhat less than gracefully. Water streams from my clothing. I scan the rooftops in the direction of the late Harmony's base. Nobody seems to have pursued us. That was well. Of course, I couldn't see as well as Alfie did, with his tin. I was getting tired. My pewter was also severely drained during the flight. On the other hand, we landed not too far from my house, and I knew of nice, discrete entry to the underground lab, where we could rest, or at least replenish our resources. Shrugging off as much water as I could, I set up in that direction, hoping that Alfie would follow.

I feel Alfie's claws, if barely through the blaze of pewter. I refill my own metals. I do not have the experience, the finesse of born Coinshots, but I have the power. A lot of spare power, so I push around myself, spreading the momentum along many anchors, and shoot upwards. I can also reach further, and I boos my forward and upward movement until the wind felt solid, and my nictitating membranes closed over most of my eyes except pupils. Then I turned Steel off, only turning it on when I estimated we were close enough to the roofs of the city. I could conserve the metal that way. Burst of power from my Nicrosilminds, vibrating through my spikes, feeding burning metals. Sharp jerks and pain from the claws of the cat on my shoulder. I am pretty sure no other Coinshot can move quite as rapidly, so we should be out of Seekers' range soon. I move north, towards the 6-7th canal. It is in a different direction, and further, but closer to my safe house, and far enough so they won't pursue. Probably. Water, and just in time. My steel is almost spent. My paws are sticky, and I itch for a wash. I aim for the canal, and start to slow down my fall.

"Metals." I wipe my hands on relatively clean bits of clothing as well as I can, and reach into my pack. "Some. Not too much. Enough for both of us, but this will be the last of it until we can get more. And I need nicrosil. It is running out" I pass metals over to Alfie, and replenish Steel, Iron and Pewter myself. " We should hurry. And I need these spikes out soon, lest I give in to temptation or go insane resisting it. Climb up on my shoulder and hold on well, we shall fly fast. Try to avoid burning metals much, though. I may burn pure nicrosil. Or not. Climb. Let the bandits see what I have done, and wonder. They are not fast enough. "

Sign me up, please

I paced. The rage was still there, as was the annoyance. I could feel them, as I could feel the strange pulse from where two remaining spikes of my gauntlet pressed against my skin. I recognized the feeling, somewhat. The spikes were messing with my mind. They shouldn't have, not Allomantic of Feruchemical ones, but apparently something leaked over the joints where they were welded to the iron ones. This part of the hemalurgy was unexplored yet. Most of it was concerned with pure-metal (or alloy) spikes, and nobody knew what would happen if you were to weld several spikes together and then charge them, one by one. Did the pieces of the soul also merge together? Was it possible for my gauntlet to be, in some limited way, alive? The thoughts distracted me from the anger, somewhat. Some of what Alfie told me penetrated. Seekers. I was still burning pewter and charged Nicrosil. They would know where I was. Would they suspect what I was? Two metals at once... Could a seeker tell Feruchemically charged Nicrosil from normal? I hoped not. Well, either way, they already knew that something was wrong. The fight before kind of given that away. They probably weren't here because they couldn't run as fast as Coinshots could fly, and most would probably be wary of approaching something unknown on the night of flying, murderous kandracats. Ans I still wanted to smash something... With an effort, I turned from Alfie and went to the corpse of the coinshot nearby. Tapping and burning Pewter, I started methodically ripping the body apart, while talking to Alfie. It was mildly relaxing. "Distract, yes. The timing could have been better though. My plan was for distraction to work tomorrow, when we are socked on metals, and I have harvesting tools for their powers. Ah well" - I smash the skull on the paving stones -"What is done is done" - and start to remove vertebra, one by one. -"As I said, we are not prepared today." - now to use stinking entrails to make a bone necklace - "And they already know where we are. You must have scared them good." - I hand the necklace in the nearby lamp post. - "So for now, we retreat. I need my tools, at least." - I make a nice, round ball from the hand, and look at my own hands - "And a wash. Let's first go towards the river. I'll stop burning there. And then... we'll see. The night is still young."

I look at Alfie. He doesn't seem to be telling the truth about crying. Well. This part, I will not push. For now. Then the impact of what he said sunk in. I was not very happy. In fact I was mildly annoyed. I drew more Investiture, enough to see the spikes wrapped around and through his bones and Pulled, relatively mildly. The iron burned rapidly. Somewhat surprised Alfie flew about a meter and dropped on the ground, as I quickly extinguished iron, feeling some measure of remorse. "Please try to avoid doing that again. Revenge is all well and good, but with their leader dead, I am afraid there will be no raid tomorrow, and the Bloodmakers and a host of other Feruchemists and Allomancers will now disperse instead of being located in the same place, and we'll have to track them down. And you have been seen. Well, what is done is done. " I take a few breaths to calm down, and hiss softly. "A connector's spike you say." I pull it to my hand. "Indeed. It is a little too big and shaped wrong for you. Nyaa... And I would not relish having one of this form either, at least not in any of the common bind point. Really, the man was an idiot. Still, better not leave it outside for long." I consider my options. There is a number of points on the body where placing the spike would not grant you powers, but will preserve spike's power. There are also point where spiking may grant you a variation of the power. Most of the points also happened to be close to vital organs, or even going through them. I look at the spike dubiously. It is really inconveniently made, more large duralumin nail than a proper spike. There. An acupuncture point that will hold the charge and won't do too much damage, in the lower portion of my abdomen. Damage or not, it still hurt on the way in. "Well. Should we retreat for now, or" - I hiss meancingly "Should I go where you came from and clean up the mess there?"

I ran, already accessing my metal reserves and deciding if I wanted to use Steel, when suddenly I saw a dark, small shape soar over me. It was too small to be human, so it probably was Alfie. Where was he going? I slowed down, looking in the direction he flew. The flight didn't look too controlled, so I was worried. Three additional spikes still ached, adding their throb to the wound in my shoulder. Easy to ignore, but sometimes distracting. A sound, behind me. Somebody pursued Alfie, it seemed. Incomplete. I felt strangely incomplete, as if the gauntlet remembered what it was used for. Ignore the feeling, ignore the pain. Find bandits. Delay them or destroy them. A waste. Coinshots were always good to have, and I didn't have the harvesting knives -an unforgivable oversight. Well - I glanced at my gauntlet- not a complete waste. A recharge was also good. But we were so tired. A figure, leaping over me. A pursuer, with a gun in his hand. Alone? He doesn't note me in the darkness at first. I calculate trajectory, carefully. It has been a long time since I burned steel. I burn steel and pewter, boosting them with Investiture, and nicrosil. I Pushed, and ripped through the air, extending my ring finger. I have calculated well. The man tried to dodge at the last moment, but my Nicrosil activated, throwing him wildly off course and upwards, leaving a slash in his chest and him without metals. I still had some steel, though the boost was consuming it rapidly. I hung in the air while the man fell to a good angle given my anchors, and pushed again, this time ramming the claw through his chest. I felt my steel become... stronger, somehow. I stopped the boost. There was just enough steel left to land softly near the corpse that fell off in the process. As I drifted down, I looked around. So far, this seemed to be the only person arriving. I searched the body. Yes, here. He had a small flask of metals. I found relatively clean part of his clothing, and strained the contents through it. Really, their infatuation with alcohol... Better than nothing, I thought, as I licked the metals off. I still had some in my back pack, but, well. Why waste the stuff? Satisfied, I walked into direction I've last seen Alfie, and nearly stumbled on him as he emerged from the darkness. He looked and smelled... strange. He seemed to have been crying, something very unnatural for the cat. Well-developed tear ducts must have been side effects of the spikes. Huh. Still, even beside that... something wrong. "Alfie. What happened?"

I keep running in the direction they were gone, burning pewter, when I remember the gauntlet in my pack. I may not dare use the thumb and little fingers for, that have Human Strength in them, but I still have Feruchemical pewter and steel with iron. Though Feruchemical pewter in itself is also of limited use, since the gauntlet was not build to expand... Still. I retrieve the gauntlet, place it on my hand, and wince in pain as I drive three thin, filigree spikes carefully through my chest, in a special path designed not to damage anything vital, and engage bone hooks. The pain fades rapidly to bearable level, as is often the case with spikes, and I eat the metal-filled grease from my emergency tube. I will not be as strong as many naturally born Feruchemists, but I had Investiture to deal with that... [ooc] No, Alfie won't bring down a brick house It is not held together with metal, and even if it were, he is not nearly heavy enough to move all of them... Some things did happen As Alfie is propelled through air at speeds high enough to twist his ears and flatten them backwards, thanking his Ironsight that he is not flying blind, there is certain amount of confusion in the area. Many people were sleeping before shooting woke them up, so when they see something obviously inhuman fly out of the window they imagined anything from Kandra to Ironeyes' detached head. Those who did see the cat, heard it speak, (being tineyes), and are also confused. Some still have the presence of mind to shoot in your general direction. Your push did trigger several traps, shooting the second guard in the face, killing several servants already on the second floor, and making a lot of noise. Below, the cook was killed by tableware that discovered malicious intent, and his helper was wounded. The first guard went a bit berserk from all allomancy and speaking cats flying around, and shot wildly till he ran out of ammo before calming down (about 7 times), hitting another of the guards (at that moment running up the stairs) in the stomach. In general, those that were not in the corridor now stopped, wary of more traps. There are still several coinshots and lurchers that will try to pursue, though how far, this being the night, is questionable, unless they take a seeker or tineye with them...

I wait impatiently in the near-darkness. They are late. Or at least i think so. Let's hope that means they are cautious, and not that they are dead. I spend my time thinking about the operation tomorrow. Luring the bloodmaker or two seems like the best bet. Nicrosil ferrings are rare, chances are bloodmakers won't know I can corrupt their reserves with my Investiture... I perk up as she appears before me, quickly relays the situation as it was when she left, and disappears into the night, her job done. Apparently, she had enough of our company for this night. Also apparently, Alfie is up to no good for no reason I could discern. Well. I turned in the direction I thought he was, and moved that way, without much hurry. Whatever happened, has probably happened already, and if not the worst thing to do was to get there without thinking. [ooc] I'll try to describe the position Alfie is in. [sITUATION] A house with two guards on the second floor that have seen a floating, shooting Mistborn (from their POV) cat. One may discard this as dream figments, but the other one have seen it clearly and felt emotional allomancy well. More guards on the way, which would probably assume the guards have cracked. Some will check, though. Other people, including at least 3 seekers (one seeker is in the house) are coming out from the surrounding buildings, some have a good view of the window Alfie just jumped out from. In total, about 20 metal users are awake and coming out to see disturbance, including several coinshots and lurchers, all with guns. At least two seekers can pinpoint your location precisely for at least a click (savants or near). No twinborn, though. Enjoy getting out

The guests left without accident. I had no doubt that Terrisman, at least, suspected my involvement in the book theft, but apparently he decided to let it slide for now. The rest of the day was routine, with the exception of the spike being removed from Alfie's skin and replaced into my shoulder. After the servants settled down for the night, I prepared to head out, and instructed Alfie to do likewise.

"A testing, you say. You are planning to use it for Metallic arts, is that correct? It is rarely used for anything else, far too expensive. Though in my line of work, I have heard about using it for small, durable metal constructs and even for some electricity research. Fascinating alloy, really." I reach into my inner pocket, noting the tense posture of the guard - what are you afraid of? A gun? - and withdraw a small sample box, containing several nicrosil beads. I swallow one, causing Terrisman to startle slightly, and profer the box to him. "As a Nicroburst myself, I assure you that my Nicrosil if of finest Allomantic quality. But you can of course run your own tests. This one box is on me, as a token of our possible partnership." I can hear the purring notes enter my voice. Cats are master manipulators, capable of using their voiceboxes to produce frequencies affecting human emotions with no allomancy, and it helps it such cases. I suppress a meow which wouldn't. A strange experience, and the one that causes us to feel dissonance between our identities. I burn Nicrosil. Terrisman regained his composure almost instantly, though the guard - still not named. Should I ask? - now concentrated all her attention on me. "Mr Satsu, I understand that you are more than a Nicroburst, rare enough as that might be. I have heard from realiable sources that you are something much more - a Compounder, though I fail to detect obvious metalminds. You should really consider going to Tathingdwel. The opportunity is much greater there, and you could participate in the most advanced Feruchemy research there." I suppress a small shudder. My last memories of Tathingdwel were not pleasant. I smile, without opening my mouth overmuch. "Your sources are quite good, Mr. Sindred. I may consider this. Still, I try not to advertise my abilities much, and I would appreciate your discretion." "Would you appreciate it enough to give us bulk discount?" "Maybe" - depending on what I learn about you. There are layers within your speech that I know nothing about, and I don't like the looks of that guard. An accident would be most fortunate. - "Depending on the amount and order particulas, of course." My purr is back. We continue in this vein for a while, exchanging pleasantries, and in the end, deciding on the next, more formal meeting and samples of other, non-Allomantic alloys to be prepared. No mention of the book, or anything improper. As our talks conclude, I rise up and ring for Finnar to see my guests out. They bow out, woman once again shooting me a suspicious glance, and I am left alone in the room.

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