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I feel like my posts keep getting longer and longer... is that a bad thing? Is there such thing as too long? (sorry.. again, I'm not a very experienced rper)
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“Showoff,” Finner muttered as Kherstor leapt from the rooftop, knocking out a bandit. The thug had been about to grab a girl standing by the horses. The frightened young thing was clutching vials and looking very much like she just wanted to run and hide. A pretty, short woman who had been standing near the girl leapt into action. Finn’s mouth dropped open as he watched her run at a bandit and then, after a split second of blurriness, step over his fallen body. Rust and Ruin, he thought. A Slider. Incredible.
A yell broke through the sounds of fighting. Finner looked back to the girl and saw a middle-aged fellow take out another bandit that had attacked her. Interesting, he thought, noting that the battle seemed to center around this girl. The older man, obviously sensing this as well, set the girl on his horse and climbed on behind her. He called out something in Terris, then spurred the horse and took off down a side street.
None of the bandits had seen Finner yet- he prided himself on his ability to go unnoticed- but, as he saw a couple kerchiefed men break away from the fighting to chase the horse, Finn knew that now was the time to reveal himself. Sheathing his dagger, he ran out from his hiding place and weaved through a couple fights- passing the Slider woman- to get to where the horse and its pursuers had disappeared. He sprinted down the street after them, using tin to track their footsteps. Soon, they were in sight; even though the horse was long gone, the bandits still ran forward.
“Hey!” Finner shouted. “Hey, stupid face!” Amazingly, one of the bandits- he sported a faded blue kerchief- stopped running abruptly and turned around. The other kept going, though he did glance back. Finner quickly drew his dart gun as he continued dashing towards Blue Guy. Although the poor fellow tried to draw his own gun, Finn raised his weapon to his mouth and blew. Blue Guy fell to the ground unconscious, a small dart sticking out of his neck. Without stopping, the twinborn chased after the remaining bandit, catching up to him when the lawbreaker- apparently realizing that he didn’t actually know where the horse and its riders had gone- paused at a pair of intersecting streets. Fwoop. Another dart. The second bandit dropped like a rock.
Finner stood over the unconscious man, clutching his side and breathing hard. Harmony! he cursed mentally. I haven’t ran this much in a long while. He filled his metalmind a little to try and calm his body down, simultaneously burning tin to keep his mind clear. Glancing around, he noticed that he was near the Iron Inn. Thank the Survivor. I'm done with running. He began to walk, then hesitated, glancing at the unconscious bandit. He shrugged after a second. He'll be asleep for a while yet. I'll just send someone to fetch him afore he wakes. Finn walked on. He was relieved when the inn soon came into sight.
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I'll post before tonight probably. Sorry for not posting a lot lately :/
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Even if it wasn't totally formal, I'm pretty sure marriage between Laral and Kal was almost definite. Before Wistiow died, anyway.
"Wistiow was not lucid during the final days, Kal," [Lirin] whispered. "I knew that, with his death, we would lose the promise of a union..."
WoK pg 684 (Chapter 37)But yeah, I agree. Whether or not they're fit for each other, Kaladin's moved on. He's a completely different person now, and likely as not, Laral is too.
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edit: fixed the link
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Dude I just thought of another... in BBC Merlin, the relationship between Arthur and Merlin is kind of like the relationship between Kaladin and Adolin. (not exactly but still oh my gosh)
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I feel like Laral was kind of a butt towards Kal though. Kaladin deserves somebody who understands him better, and who can cheer him up when he gets depressed (a la Tien). Laral never was able to bring Kal out of a mood, that we saw.
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Yeah that's totally fine!! Jinks is kind of a side character, anybody can control him really.
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Sheriff, scoffed Finner inwardly as they left the building. That blasted man was no sheriff. He was hardly better than the criminals on the bounty list. Consorting with lawless men, arresting the innocent (well, relatively innocent). Constantly drunk. If he would even so much as try to do his job properly, the people of Callingfale might not be as worse off. But men like him were in the business of ruining lives, not bettering them. Of all people, Finner should know."Alright, now that that's out of the way," Kherstor grumbled, interrupting Finn's internal rant. "Can you take me to a local inn? I don't trust myself to open this bag unless we have absolute privacy. Also, it's getting late- we should probably call it a day soon, when we can."Finner took off his hat and ran a hand through his tangled, sandy hair. "Sure thing. Iron Inn'll probably do. The name suits you just f-"Screams. Shots. His groggy mind instinctively began tapping his metalmind, and adrenaline rushed through his body. "You hear that?" he said quietly. This was no mugging; Finner could hear legitimate fighting. Something big was happening- something dangerous. There would be information to gather, civilians to rescue. Without another word, he dashed quickly towards the source of the noise. Pewter might not agree with his stomach, but when he wasn't filling his metalmind, Finner could be just as nimble as a Thug. He thought he heard Kherstor pounding along behind him, but Finn was so focused on his destination, he didn't bother to double check.The commotion was close; they reached the area in practically no time. Finner abruptly stopped sprinting and leaned against a building just out of range of the fighting, catching his breath. Peeking around the corner, he spied at least a dozen bandits wreaking havoc. A few of them had guns, including a man with twin Sterrions- though as Finner took a closer look, he realized this man was fighting against the bandits. That was good. But Rust and Ruin, he swore mentally. Why guns? Couldn't they have the courtesy to use quieter killing machines? Finn stopped burning tin and pulled out his glass dagger, though he wasn't sure what good he could do against this many. He was in way over his head. He looked behind him, seeking out Kherstor.
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@Eowyn We can work out and edit the specifics a bit, but I feel that a riot would be a good way to bring them together, if we plan it correctly.
good point!! I'll get (re)started on my response, then. I'm excited for all the characters to meet :{D
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Lol, they are quite long. c: But storms am I having fun already.
But if the attack is from Jon, my only issue is the number of men. 20+ bandits feels like a lot to me. Most people don't believe Jon even exists, right? I doubt that he'd send a large group of men to attack Callingfale, the town he's staying in/near, just after it received an influx of Misting and Twinborn lawkeepers. also, Jon seems to prefer quiet assassination over brutal and up-front attacks. If he did send men to attack, I think it'd be more likely to be a few trained Mistings in the middle of the night going in for a stealth-kill type thing. (assassination. The word I was looking for was assassination.) kolo? I mean, unless the people don't know the riot is from Jon? idk. How many followers does Jon have? would he risk that many people in an attack against other mistings/twinborns? am I overthinking this? too many questions? idk, man. idk.
I do really like the idea of Jon sending attacks tho. perfect way to get this started imo.
Also, Lark, is there going to be any specific person in charge of acting as Jon/posse? Or is it going to be a "whenever you run into them you're in charge of them" type thing?
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I'm waiting on somebody to recognize Souter from his bandit days.
Oh, I thought you had a specific person in mind for that, not that it was open for everyone. I already have two characters and neither can fill the role you're asking.
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I'm about to have Finner take Kherstor to the Iron Inn, which is where Resool and Alahya are headed if I remember correctly :>
Edit: Well, if we're going to remove the riot. Which is what I was about to ask... Are we going with the riot or no?
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I'm with Lark and Winter Cloud on this one.
@Unodus- No it's totally great!! Better than anything I could come up with for sure. Totally works. Have to admit when I read 'Mistborn', I was a bit on edge.. But then I read the bit about the misting posse, and it all made sense, heh. I love your idea actually c:
I'm excited!! Working on my reply now
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oooh, okay. A very true initialism tbh
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What does cfsbf stand for??
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well Finner's had some bad experiences with law enforcement, and tends to not trust them. Plus, as you've noticed, he doesn't exactly respect all of the laws, heh.
But it totally makes sense for there to be corruption in the sheriff's office, that would make sense in respect to scadrial and would give finn further reason to dislike the sheriff's. c:
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This man's all business, thought Finner as he eyed Kherstor's bag. "Equipment, eh? Well, if it's from the south it's bound to be somethin' real special," he said, not without a hint of sarcasm. He was curious, though, so he reached forward to try and open the bag.
"Not here," smiled Kherstor, dodging the attempt. "We need to start making our way to the Sheriff's office."
Finner sighed. "Alright. But first-" he stuffed the rest of the locha into his mouth- "buy me another locha. I finished mine," he said, voice barely comprehensible due to his ridiculously full mouth.
The look Kherstor gave him would have made Finner laugh, had he not been afraid of choking. Kherstor probably either thought he was insane for eating that much spice, or was repulsed by Finn's blatant disregard for proper table manners. Maybe even both. Either way, Finner refused to take a single step closer to the Sheriff's office until Kherstor walked back over to the counter and- with more than a little difficulty in understanding the baker's accent- ordered him another locha.
Thankfully, he used clips this time. It really got under Finner's skin that Kherstor had been willing to hand over four whole boxings in exchange for two sketchy pancake wraps. The man was obviously not from the slums, and he was definitely not lacking when it came to riches. Jealousy burned in Finner's stomach alongside the tin. However, he instinctively kept any emotion he felt under the surface. His expression, as usual, was one of sleepy indifference.
"Mighty proud of you for not trying to use boxings that time," he said lightheartedly, stifling a yawn as they left the bakery and headed down the street. Finner, locha in one hand and flask in the other, didn't feel as contrary about going to the Sheriff's office as he had before. The free food had definitely done a fantastic job at mollifying him.
He kept glancing at Kherstor's bag, however. He wouldn't be happy until he knew what was in there. Secrets were terrible things- at least, when Finn wasn't the one keeping them. "Anyways," drawled Finner, adjusting his hat to the sunlight. "What sort of equipment are we talkin'? The kind that'll help take down Misting scoundrels, I hope?"
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Finner
Kherstor's smile, undaunted by the hyper scrutiny it was under, was really beginning to put Finner on edge. It was a friendly grin, but it also gave the impression that its wearer knew something you didn't. After all, who knew what that Sparker brain of his was thinking? During their first meeting, Finner hadn't much noticed anything different about the man. At the time, he had been rather put off by Kherstor's amicable demeanor. But it was now clear that this was a dangerous fellow. Finn could still clearly hear the injured man in the alleyway, who was now attempting to scramble to his feet and softly yelping with every other footfall. Leg shot, then?
"Sure, sure," agreed Finner, deciding to act unaffected. "Ain't too hungry, but I'll never say no to a bite." As if to prove this, he broke the pastry in two and popped half of it in his mouth, biting down. The hot jelly in the center scalded his tin-sensitive tongue, and he quickly spat it out onto the ground, cursing violently. "Blasted cook. Gave me a rotten pastry," he claimed, tossing the rest of the tart behind him casually and taking a long chug from his hip flask.
"Well anyway, Ironteeth," Finner continued as he lowered the flask, "as long as you don't shoot my leg, I'll gladly let you replace the pastry." He hoped the reference to the mythical Ironeyes would not be lost on Kherstor. It seemed awfully confident of the man to keep his metalminds in such a visible place. Assuming those were his metalminds, anyway.
"And let's hurry, shall we? I'm starved half to death," added the twinborn. Those shiny teeth are rather intimidating, Finn thought as he began walking back towards the bakery. Doesn't help that he keeps smiling like that.
Rasa
"Nicrobursters," the old metallurgist, Jinks, said grumpily, shaking his head. "Been a while. I forgot what it was like to have your own metals flared by someperson else."
Rasa looked up from where he sat in the corner of the shop. His hands were occupied, as usual, with pieces of metal. These ones would form a gun when assembled.
"Ain't right," continued his mentor. The man rubbed his temple and winced. "Ain't right at all. Why, last time I met one, I..."
As per usual, Jinks' voice faded away as Rasa tuned him out to focus on his work. The boy's slender fingers worked to fit the pieces together quickly and skillfully. His thoughts wandered aimlessly. That girl who came in here. She doesn't know how lucky she is. Very few people found themselves able to burn one of the metals they swallowed. Not only did they have to be a Misting, they also had to have Snapped already- not to mention that many of those lucky few ended up accidentally burning the wrong metal and getting horribly sick. Nobody had died yet, but there had been some rather close calls during Rasa's apprenticeship here.
"...Boy? Did you hear me?" snapped Jinks, interrupting his train of thought. When Rasa looked up at him guiltily, the older man continued, "We're runnin' low on coal. Go get some more," he repeated irritably, tossing the boy some money.
Rasa quickly set down the half assembled gun and caught it. Nodding obediently, he stood and hurried out the door.
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Okay, so Rasa is a boy of 18. He's nonpowered and he's apprenticed to the town metallurgist, the one who Winter Cloud brought in (is that okay?). He's a metalworking prodigy- he's learning to make alloys but he's already good at forging guns/metalminds/the like. He grew up with his dad, who's a gunsmith, in True Madil. thus he's really good at shooting guns too. He can be easy to overlook, as he's rather thin and quiet. his bite's a LOT worse than his bark.
is that cool with yall?? Winter Cloud, the metallurgist was just a throwaway character, kolo? So can I can use him for this?
[EDIT: decided to make Rasa a guy. Changed the description accordingly]
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Same... Maybe I'll bring in a regular misting, or a non-powered character, to help calm it down heh.
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Yawning, Finner sauntered down a fairly empty Callingfale street. His eyes wandered lazily over the buildings, taking in the happenings with a lethargy that belied the keenness in his gaze. A fellow dismounted from his horse to speak with a young, pretty lady. A dog scuttled down a side alley. A woman swept her porch while a little girl played around her mother's feet (Finn looked quickly away from that sight). There were a few clouds in the sky, but mostly the sun had free reign to bake the town and its inhabitants as it willed. Finner had long since grown used to that- just as he'd gotten used to the desert dust and the crude Roughs people. In fact, it wasn't too different from the city slums he hailed from. But he tried not to think about that too much. Things were different out here. He was different, for Ruin's sake.
The twinborn tipped down his wide-brimmed hat against the sun's brilliant rays, easing up his burning tin a bit and immediately feeling twice as drowsy as he continued to fill his bronze metalmind. Darned daytime. Finner worked best under cover of night, with nobody watching but the stars. And now, apparently, his new partner in crime- or rather, partner in law. Judging by the sun, it was about time for him to be meeting Kherstor at the Sheriff's building, which was, unfortunately, rather close to where Finn was currently wandering. He'd have to take a couple detours to avoid being on time. Sighing, the ragged man took a swig from his hip flask and turned down a random alley.
Suddenly, a shot rang through the air. Finner jumped and immediately began tapping his metalmind. His stifling drowsiness was instantly replaced with a startling wakefulness, and his thoughts turned quickly towards the dagger and dart-gun hidden in his leather vest. His tin-enhanced ears picked up whimpers of pain a street or two away. Male adult, by the sound of it, which eased his urgency a tad. Shots weren't a rare sound in Roughs towns. Probably a mugging. Or a regular old brawl. Still, curiosity got the best of him, and Finn ambled towards where the sound came from, snatching a cooling pastry from a windowsill as he walked.
He slowed to a stop, however, when he heard footsteps coming from an alley ahead of him. A man stepped out, smiling in a dangerous way. Finner quickly identified him as Kherstor. Perfect, he thought dryly. Although meeting him here did mean avoiding a visit to the Sheriff's office- he hated that place- Finn had hoped to grab a few more snacks before they began hunting down dangerous misting gangs. Hopefully, Kherstor would be accommodating. If not, they would both have a real rough time of it.
"Ho, Kherstor," Finner drawled. "Fancy meetin' you here."
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Woah, a lot happened heh.. I'll get posting shortly
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My first time
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My cousin made me read Way of Kings, about two years ago I believe. I did enjoy the first part, but I have to admit, she had to really force me to get through the middle. the Dalinar chapters KILLED me with boredom. Happy ending though- by the end of the book, I was hooked. (Mostly on Kaladin, because he's an amazing character who I relate with in a big way.) And then my cousin told me about the Cosmere and I just HAD to read the other books.