Sherlock Holmes

“You are really annoying,” Tena said sarcastically at the Kandra-Klasten. “Can I take a wild guess and say that you’re actually Mace? Because that’s how the plot rolls, apparently.” She Slicked herself completely and slid away. She unSlicked and stood up, toying her the edge of her very much bloodstained and torn shirt. “Oh, and you’re threatening my nonexistent modesty.”

Tena got hit by the massive horse and grunted, then climbed over the corpse and stalked to Klasten. She casually summoned two Shardaxes into her hands and buried one deep in what remained of his neck and the other into his chest. She realized that she was fighting a Kandra and checked for any odd Allomantic pulses, which was made impossible by the rain of artillery fire that was flying away from her. @Archer

Tena rolled her eyes and tried to kick the mean Klasten’s head off, which would mean that he no longer had a skull. The only thing that gave off light in the entire room was the stormlight flowing from her eyes. Her eyes burned with hatred. She took a few aluminum bullets, then Klasten’s magazine ran out.

Tena got really mad. In fact, she was downright fuming at the big ole spike in her chest. “I hate men,” she mumbled. The explosive went off behind her. She stumbled towards the enraged shades. Thankfully, she had her silver claws on. Suffice to say, the shades soon wished they had never been born. She glared at the impassive girl at the other end of the room, then took out a redwood seed from her pocket. She placed it on the ground. She used Progression. Soon, the tree had grown several hundred feet high and destroyed the ceiling of the room. She Steelpushed out of the roof and waited, watching all of the possible ways out of the Canton. Eventually, she got sick of waiting for the villain and his traitorous accomplice. She landed in the door of the Canton and stormed inside, flipping off any who dared to approach her. She found Klasten easily. Actually, she found two Klastens being fired at by some Blood Angels. She created a strong Push bubble around her and stormed right at both of them, casually throwing a Shardax at Kicker’s chest. “One of you,” she declared, “has made me really mad. I’ll happily dismember and de-spike both of you if no one feels forthcoming.” She tapped the spike in her chest pointedly. @Archer

Tena burst out laughing at Klasten’s ridiculous face, then patted him on the shoulder. She turned on the blowtorch and welded the big silver beam in place. She leaped over it using a steel coin, then held out her hand to help Klasten over.

“Just kidding,” Tena said, pocketing the rock. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my forty-five years of life, it’s that you never trust a human being with balls.” She backed off a few meters.

Tena hummed and turned around. She ice-skated to where Klasten was... trying to get Kicker out of the room? “Hey, Kicks,” she said to the horse, stroking its snout. She grabbed the shadestone out of her pocket and showed it to the horse. “See what I got? This thing is going to be worth a lot, I think.” Kicker looked nervous, for some reason. “Hey, Klasten,” she said, “d’ya wanna hang on to this thing?” @Archer

Kicker strolled into the room. He walked up to... something smelled wrong about Klasten.

@Archer

Tena braced herself. She slowly walked towards the mass of shades, then, even more slowly, took out her silver claws. She put them on, reached through one shade, and grabbed the rock. She back away and stuffed the rock into one of her pockets, watching the writhing shade that she’d killed. @Archer @Nohadon

Tena realized what Klasten was insinuating and created a Steelpushing bubble around herself, discluding all of the metal she had on her and whatever Mace had on him. She eyed the girl’s revolver while nervously glancing at Klasten’s crossbow. Don’t use that thing unless you have to, she thought at Klasten.

“Uh-huh,” Tena said to the girl. “I mean, I did just kill a bunch of shades to get it. What do I have to do now?” She glanced at Klasten. “I don’t think he’ll be worth much in a fight unless he suddenly manifests deus ex machina Fullborn powers. Right, pal?” She nudged him in the ribs playfully.

Tena whistled in appreciation. "Cool crossbow, bro." She waved her hand in front of his face. "OOOOOOOOOOKAY, psychopath." She looked around, and punched him on the shoulder to see how he'd react. Hmm, that's interesting. Once, so beautiful... killed with feeling... ooh, I think I got it. "Y'know," she said to him, "you're usually able to crack a few jokes at this point, crazy or not, Ma- Klasten."

Tena swore. Loudly. Several times. Okay, maybe more than several times. "Shades?!" she yelled at the ceiling. "You know I hate these things." She tapped her wrist. Where she had a silver bracelet, by coincidence. She took it off and waved it at the creepy, red-eyed things. She ran at one and swiped the bracelet through where its neck should be, killing it and breathing in stormlight to heal the black marks it left on her skin. Then, all eleven of the others charged her. She through her pouch of stormlight-infused spheres at the floor, where it tore the pouch apart and spent a dozen brightly-glowing gemstones rolling all over the place. She Steelpushed against Klasten to get him out of the room and her into the air. I am one lucky grizzly bear that I'm afraid of these things, she thought as she grabbed another pouch off her belt and opened it, taking out silver claws. She shoved these onto both of her hands and stuffed the pouch that had contained them under her belt, then swung into action, her battle rage coming back for the first time since she'd seen Mace's corpse. In half a minute, all the shades were dead. Tena stumbled to a stop after clawing through the last one's neck, then grinned in satisfaction. Still wary of further traps, she looked around suspiciously and put her claws back into their pouch. "Hoy, Ma- I mean, Klasten! Are you okay?" @Archer

Tena made a face at Klasten and placed a coin on his chest, remembering the time when she’d shot coins into Mace’s face and he’d collected them. Then, she took two quick steps in the opposite direction, did a nice flip, and Steelpushed against the coin on Klasten’s chest, sending him flying backward, and her flying into the wall on the other end of the room. Then she remembered what he’d said, exactly. “Divert her attention with your artificially handsome exterior.” Wait, artificially? So was a Kandra version of Mace, or not? She glared at the Devaan scarecrow from where it sat calmly at the threshold. She threw a coin at it and sent it barreling into Klasten. “Hey,” she yelled at him, gracefully landing on the floor. "What did you just say?"

“You’re a weird one, Klasten,” Tena said. “I think I just did open the door. Uh, thanks for the lockpicks anyways.” She snatched them out his hand and stuffed them up her right sleeve, for later use. “Did you listen to anything I just said?” She paused, and then mumbled, “Probably not. Mace was always ignoring me, too. “And, for the record you own Kicker, so I think that you owe me a favor.” She rolled her eyes at him and gave the Devaan fake a quick looking-over. “Ooh, but this is nice, you should keep this. I remember reading that newspaper article about Rashan and Devaan’s duel, he used the fake in that one, I think.” She waited for Klasten to open the door, since the old chivalry rule would always apply. If I’m not watching Mace getting torn apart by a few hundred insane dogs, I’m testing whether this guy knows how polite-ness works.

Tena sighed and Steelpushed the little parts of the locks to open the door. “You are very perceptive, yes? I’m pretty sure you’ve seen me use my Allomancy.” She then added, “But you still owe me a favor. For saving your horse.” She carefully scratched the Aons on the door with a little knife, trying to disable them. Hoping that they were too scratched to work, she checked the mantle around the door on the inside for traps. “Also,” she added, “do you have any Allomantic powers? We can test to find out if you really want to know.”

Infinity War: Mistborn: Stormlight Archive: Warbreaker:

Tena was sick and tired of being at the Waystop, so she pulled a Tia card out of her knapsack and teleported to her house. Bored, she Steelpushed over the rooftops and landed smoothly at the doors of the Canton of Combat. They were, oddly, open. She strolled inside and saw that ancient Devaan guy arguing with... Drako? Wow. There was the twitching body of a big horse, too. It didn’t look dead, not yet at least. “Uhhh, that thing is mostly dead,” she mumbled, and walked over to the horse. She knelt down and forced some stormlight into it, making a bullet wound in the horse’s chest close up, but pulling the bullet out with her fingers before the wound closed. She dropped the bloody piece of metal and absentmindedly Pushed it away, making it slide across the floor. The horse’s breathing steadied quickly and it shakily stood up after a few moments. “Hey, you’re Klasten’s horse, right? Kicker, that’s your name. Pleasure to meet you.” She stroked the horse’s snout for a second, then looked around. “Say, where’s Klasten? He’s usually hanging around somewhere near you.” She started walking around, then thought better of it, taking a Sharpie out of her pack and writing, I’m a Ghostblood, on the back of her hand. She continued walking and showed the message to anyone who gave her a weird look. Eventually, she found Klasten trying to break into a door with three keyholes in it. “Wow, this is easy,” she said quietly to herself, and Steelpushed against the tiny bits of machinery in the all three locks at once, which would probably unlock the door. “You’re trying to find the Devaan’s treasures things, yes?” she asked Klasten. “Also, since I saved your horse, can I ask for a favor for future use?”

Okay, okay, I want to be Vasher.

"He does look like it," Tena said to Deras. "And I'm an Edgedancer, darlin'." She strode to the shaking dude, and pressed her hand against his arm, trying to heal him, but apparently he wasn't hurt.

Heya, I'm here to sign up as Vasher or Lightsong.

Terror looked up at the Lifeless man who had spoken to him. Lifeless still kind of bothered him; it was disturbing that anyone with Breath and money could re-animate a corpse. A corpse that could well have been the body of one of his friends... but no, no one would want to spend Breath on a corpse that was- Mutilated. He shook off that memory and squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that that would block out the flashes better. However, that only made them worse, more vivid, more hard to ignore.... Terror whimpered and pushed himself to his feet, looking down at the Lifeless with as much emotionlessness as he could muster. It was then that he realized that the Lifeless looked like one of those Returned from Nalthis, maybe the Lifeless was one. "Yes," Terror said, unused to hearing his own voice. It was deep and powerful, and, of course, had a strong New York accent. "Life is never pleasant when you've lived through a war." He stopped at that, a scent creeping into his nostrils... Blood. He covered his face with one hand and tried to fight down it, and just barely managed to. He fell to his knees again. I hate having to control that, he thought angrily, but then he became calm again. Or at least, not angry. "You were a Returned, yes?" he asked the Lifeless, looking at the bodies again on accident. He watched the mass grave being dug after a shoot-out had killed more than a hundred of his fellow soldiers. Guns fired around him as German tanks advanced across the battleground, not even bothered by the American soldiers' best attempts to defeat them. The stinking, dirty trench around him was all that could protect him from the barrage of bullets above. Death, but if only it could be his own. @Cyanic