Melon Dingo

Stormseeker closed his eyes. He was a 7 foot tall lean man with wavy black hair and a baby blue suit and vest with white cloud-like streaks in it and bright white trim. There was a scarf that looped around his shoulders as if wearing pauldrons. One side went down his vest and out of sight while the other strangly stood up with a bend in it. The observant onlookers may notice that the suit design moved. Normally the white streaks slowly circled and swirled. Currently, he was very overstimulated. The alarms, the crew running from place to place, and the shouting about the pirates following us. Worst of all, he was almost out of breaths. As he thought this, his suit tinted a bit more red getting closer to purple. He needed to secure another Breath by tomorrow or he may end up burning his Divine Breath. Of course, closing his eyes stopped none of this. In fact, he didnt even need his eyes necessarily. He could feel all the people as they passed him. He kept walking, keeping track of those he passed. He walked the way he did every morning, not thinking too hard until he arrived. He opened his eyes looking at the door to the bridge. He was pretty comfortable on these ships. After all, he was the captain of one not too long ago. He occasionally tried to bond with Captain Amber Vulture over them both being leaders in the Scadrian military. And while it never really seemed to work at getting them close, Vulture did seem to find him funny so they must have been bonding. Stormseeker reached for the button to open the bridge door. Out of no where there was a screech as his scarf, shrieked and grabbed his arm pulling it away from the door. "What's the matter Scraf?" He said, petting the bend in the scarf as if it was a head. The Scarf didnt respond, but seemed to glare at him. "Well, obviously I can't take your breaths, and its not like theres a ton of Awakeners on this ship. But what are the chances our captain happens to be 4th Heightening? See? I keep telling you I have the boon of luck. Things just always seem to work out in th-" He pushed the button and immediately got pulled towards the void. Paintings that Stormseeker kept placing in the hallways blew past him out the viewport. He saw one bounce off a humanoid object in the distance. "There go all those breaths" he thinks. In this moment, he sees one of his favorite paintings fly past. One of a planet he visited once called Jupiter. It was beautiful chaos. He gave that painting to Vulture hoping to get some of those breaths one day. He lunged for the painting, but right at that moment Scraf wrapped itself around his wrists and pulled him back inside and closed the door. Dejected, he slumped against the wall. "Well Scraf, we're going to have to talk to the others about getting their breaths" ------------------------- Stormseeker stormed over to the mess hall where increasing numbers of crew were gathering. He grabbed a glass and utensil and tapped them together. Everyone continued on as normal. That makes sense it wasnt very loud. He stood on a table in the center of the room and tapped the glass again, flaring sound. As he did, the note became fuller, richer, and louder. As if many glasses were being tapped on at the same time. All in perfect harmony. "Friends and subjects," Stormseeker began, "as our captain is dead, I am in need of more breaths. And very sadly, this is quite an urgent need". He waited for a few seconds. There were no offers. "Alright then!" He continued, "If I don't get my breaths, I propose we throw..." Stormseeker pointed in a random direction away from where he was facing for dramatic effect, "You!" Then quickly looked at who he was talking about "Saffron Iguana/Arnold Johnson out of the hold! What do you have to say to that?" Edit: so the font looks weird to me. Ill fix later if it looks weird to other people too

Crikey, im here now.

Marill.

AHHHH Sorry guys, ive been wrapped up in school and what not. Albatross takes diving, imo.

Hi! Im here!

Indigo Weasel Indigo Weasel

Relief flowed through Rind. He had been sure it was Byrar, had known it enough to kill him where he stood, but worry had still gnawed at him until they found Byrar's spikes hidden away. He let himself rest for a while after the chaos, staring out of the window at the swirling mists. They still scared him. He didn't think they would ever stop scaring him. Sitting there, though, watching patterns in them form and break, they gave him an unfamiliar sense of comfort. There were likely more spiked, of course. The devastation that had already befallen the village couldn't be the work of one man. At least with one of them caught they finally had a lead. Acks was at the top of Rind's mental list; his pressure on Kael the night of their death, the switch from Sew to Byrar as soon as his own name got entangled, his questions as to which metals Rind had stocked up on - it didn't paint a reassuring picture. If his words were true about Sew lying about soothing, then that could paint an entirely different picture. Falcon was right, Byrar and Sew weren't necessarily v/e, though Rind still had reason to believe that was the case. Sew had privately stepped forwards as a smoker the night that Rind had soothed Byrar. That felt to Rind as her trying to make sense of the situation, not sewing sowing confusion as a saboteur. It was interesting to Rind that Acks had chosen to soothe him and not Sew herself, which would have revealed whether or not she was smoking at all, though he saw the argument for testing who she was protecting from emotional allomancy. It was also noteworthy how easily a spiked Acks could fake Sew lying. Simply soothing anyone else who had voted for Byrar would look identical to any onlookers, leaving Acks free to make an accusation, and potentially drag one last person down with him. One of Acks and Sew were likely the next spiked they were looking for, and Rind couldn't shake the feeling the matchmaker was not so innocent as he appeared. As for the others, Rind was rather less certain in his conclusions. Nibbles' seemed undeniably town for his pursuit of Byrar, and while Rind had doubts as to the truth of his status as a pewter misting, the chef seemed trustworthy. Falcon had seemed helpful all week, but Rind so strongly disagreed with most of the observer's conclusions that he couldn't help his suspicion of them. One of Lysia, Acks, and the Jaist also seemed likely to be another spiked, the accusations against Kael had come so swiftly and strongly he felt they must have been aided along. Acks' soothing of suspicion off of Byrar that day meant Rind knew who out of that three he though it was, but if he was wrong then it seemed only sensible to investigate the other two more closely. Suave, Mouse, and Ade were the three which Rind had the least on, but Ade's half-finsihed analysis from the prior day so happening to exclude the two who were most in contention made him raise an eyebrow. Suave seemed to be sharing more in private than with the group, which made Rind a little suspicious, but judgement of him seemed better left to those he had actually talked to. Mouse's accusation of the Jaist the prior day was interesting, what the two of them were doing trying to bait the spiked seemed rather obvious and Rind wasn't sure which way it pushed either. With a sigh Rind stood and tore himself away from the mists. He fidgeted with the vial in his pocket, an unlabelled bottle he had found rolled behind the cabinet is his room. His stores of pewter and iron had run dry, and with it any possibility of surviving another attack in the night. The vial was his last chance. He gave it a one in five of working. Rind walked off to find the others, he didn't want to spend his potentially last night alone. He left the vial undrunk. He wanted to keep hoping.

Rind is curious when it stops being wagoning and starts being an attempted pivot.

"I don't think someone being slightly less accused than the other is a good reason to vote. We outnumber the spiked, if we're right then of course that will happen. Bringing the vote closer only makes it easier to manipulate. How quickly you jumped on 'wagon reasons' after Falcon gave it as their justification gives me a bit of pause."

"There's nothing stopping them turning it off today, since on is the default."

Rind frowns more.

Rind frowns, slightly concerned at how close the votes were getting. It wouldn't take much for a soother/rioter to tip the balance.

"Apologies, my mistake." Rind had not gotten much sleep last night.

"That was Byrar." "I find that hard to trust, when you only voiced that after I asked you to switch to Byrar and you jumped to Kael quickly afterwards."

Rind sat by Acks. He didn't like putting so much pressure on the man but he didn't think he'd be around long enough anymore that he could afford not to. "Sorry, but what changed your mind? Yesterday you did a lot of analysis too and that left you voting Sew until I asked you not to. Changing over to Byrar as soon as a connection gets brought up feels a little strange."

"Can you elaborate on why? I've given my reason for the opposite." With a town rioter dead, and one town and one spiked smoker, it also made it liklier to Rind that the remaining manipulation role was spiked.

Rind wonders how much Byrar thinks he can get done in a single night.

"Maybe, but I wasn't able to check. I lied to see Byrar's immediate respone but thought it was better to leave it at that than keep pushing him when the other smoker clouding him was such an easy defence."

To Rind, Byrar @Mint Heron seemed a more likely spiked than Sew.

"It's definetely a point in their favour." It wasn't the most believable lie, so Rind was mostly back to square one. He'd have to think back on what they had said the previous days to make a choice. "It might be worth thinking about how the spiked fit together? Who would make sense for Byrar or Sew to be working with?"

Rind nodded. It wasn't much in the way of defence, but his accusation had been baseless. The attack last night had kept him too busy to do any seeking, and a bronze misting in the town's midst was rather unfortunately too good to be true. He didn't know if Byrar's reaction was honest, he could be calling his bluff, but it was far less incriminating than trying to justify leaving his coppercloud on. With a sigh Rind turned away to think.

Adrenaline still raced through Rind, panic and relief intermingling in equal measure. He had gone out in the mists, after so long, and his worst fears had come true. A saboteur. An unseen attacker in the night. Bloody hell, he had nearly died. Even if pewter sped up his recovery, he could still feel the chill of steel where it had impaled his arm. He hadn't, though. And neither had anyone else. But they couldn't rest yet. The spiked were still out there. In all the chaos of the night, Rind hadn't had the chance he wanted to seek out any of the spiked. It seemed like others trusted him, though, and he and a misting of particular skill had managed to plan some before the sun set and the mists fell. At risk as he was, Rind could relay what his friend had found. He walks up to Byrar @Mint Heron and clears his throat. "Your coppercloud, you left it on last night. Why?" While waiting for a response Rind took the time to think through his suspicions. As much as he liked the man, Acks @Coral Swan had been seeming shady. The two had gotten talking after discovering their shared talent for soothing, but Acks' nudges had always seemed to lead to ruin for town. Hayden's death had hit hard and drawing a vote away from the Jaist didn't paint Acks in a good light. They claimed to have already left when suspicion shifted, but even at that point it would have saved the Jaist and left Sew most strongly accused. The following day Acks had jumped to accuse Sew, finding her the more suspicious of the two smokers. Rind had privately requested that they switch to Byrar, to assuage the doubts which currently plagued him, and Acks had complied - very briefly, before moving to accuse Kael on what seemed a rather small amount of evidence. Rind kicked himself for joining Acks in that accusation. Not only that, but Acks had soothed a vote upon Byrar, ensuring their desired execution went through. If that wasn't enough, Acks had pulled Rind aside after he revealed himself mistborn, wanting to know if Rind had stocked up on pewter or iron. Of course Rind hadn't told him the truth. Too many things didn't add up. Rind had shared, however, the vial of bronze which still sat safely in his satchel. Just a whisper from Acks to Byrar, and it all began to click into place. Rind just wished he had kept more pewter in reserve. He had a sinking feeling the next night would be his last.

"I kind of doubt a spiked seeker with who's been killed so far, though it's not impossible. They could have their own mistborn maybe, or even just a smoker and soother/rioter or two is dangerous."

"If I was evil here, why would I tell the truth here? People believed me as a soother."

"But.. I am one?"