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  1. Silva
    His acquaintance from earlier appeared to be showing this woman respect, so he determined she must have some important role in the city. Not knowing what, Eiran kept his tone formal, like most always. "Nothing obvious, unfortunately," Eiran said. "It seemed designed not to be all that memorable." He was somewhat relieved. The number of poor outcomes he saw had decreased by a lot. It was possible nothing bad would happen at all. What are the odds that? he thought sarcastically. His phone buzzed slightly. Strange. Did the cadmium bubble even interfere with that stuff? He wasn't sure. Eiran took it out and looked at the message. It was from TUBA. A code beige. Meaning...missing report? He skimmed the rest. His guess was correct. Memorizing that whole chart hadn't been for nothing. Once things around here calmed more he'd head on over. So much for starting the following morning.
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    But Bob didn't like grilled cheese sandwiches.
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    Then someone tried to eat Jerry.
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    "Yeah. Seems to be," she agreed. She felt lighter. Every time Freedom thought she'd figured him out, Lusk managed to turn that assumption on its head. It shouldn't have been surprising anymore. Regular people were like onions with their many layers, but Atium Ferrings were more like a sack of onions. All of the different layers making them up in their lives accessible. The different onions of stages of life shown at different times. What's seen one day, buried at the bottom another. Even if the onions all had some similarities and were built off of one another. Maybe the onion's weren't the best comparison, she decided. "Thank you," Freedom said. She turned to walk away, then stopped. "Try not to die, okay? Don't forget, I'm not the only young one here. You've got life ahead of you yet." Then she left him, knowing that he would protest that last statement if she even gave him a fragment of a chance.
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    She was wrong. Acting during those moments where things were happening was infinitely more important than any warning a person could provide. So too, he was useless. Because while his new acquaintance ran forward bravely towards the van, looking like she had a feeling she could save the day, Eiran Sullivan stood frozen. There were a couple of reasons for it: First, the better excuse in his mind, visions of coming danger clouded his mind. Pushing them away took more effort than he liked. Second, he had no idea what he could do. He had no training in anything applicable. Calculating the amount of money required to be saved in order not to go bankrupt in the case of everything going wrong was of no use here. Nor was baking muffins. Like he'd said before, he'd be more hindrance than help. On shaky legs he walked over to the man who had fallen from the impact. He slipped inside the bubble. It was a weird feeling, something the books hadn't quite gotten right. Someone else was already there, but Eiran felt better even pretending to do something. "Is he conscious?" he asked her, looking at the figure. His medical knowledge was sparse and, like that of his knowledge of Allomancy, he was aware that it was not the most accurate at all times. @Rushu42 @Ashbringer @Sorana
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    Gerald wasn't sure why.
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    These were no ordinary bubbles.
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    It began to drip on everything.
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    They were not so successful.
  10. Silva
    Huh. He hadn't expected her also to be unarmed. So maybe he wasn't suicidal for thinking that carrying a weapon would more likely cause him to hurt himself? Eiran looked at the people nearby. Many were drunk and others were minding their own business. Basically all were ignoring the world. It would take quite a lot to get their attention, but maybe breaking into the van would cause that large of a ruckus. "Anything is possible," he said, though his voice clearly indicated that he didn't believe that would be the case. His eyes fell on a man walking oddly. The movements were that of a person moving quickly, however, the speed was ordinary. Cadmium? he wondered. He knew the basic uses of each Allomantic metal from reading about Scadrial. Considering its long term, in motion, possibilities hadn't before been something he'd thought about previously. Like many things, that would be a topic for later. He felt his heart pitter-pattering quickly in his chest. The anticipation of simply standing and waiting made him antsy. She still seemed perfectly calm. Eiran forced himself to stare at the van. It seemed sturdy enough. Secure. Not about to fall about. Breaking in would require tools most didn't have. So why did he see the person inside getting loose and attacking him? There were only a couple situations that ended in his death--most simply caused him emotional duress--yet he still couldn't tell how it got to that point since that didn't directly endanger him. Or that's how he was pretty sure it worked. Maybe there was some aluminum interference going on. That tended to mess with things. @Ashbringer
  11. Silva
    Eiran pretended to notice the distinction she spoke of, but in truth had no clue how she knew the sides of the van were reinforced.He was unhappy that that vision was correct. Since they showed only the likely futures most of the time, there was always a slim chance that what he'd seen wouldn't occur. Though, he did know there were likely many positive outcomes that he simply couldn't know of in advance. He nodded. "Normally, I let other people take care of any bad things I see. I'd be more hindrance than help typically," he said in response to her answer to his question. It was an admittance of his uselessness, but he had a feeling she wouldn't be the type to exploit that without good reason. And he didn't intend to give any good reason for it to be. Additionally, it was better for her to know who she was working with. A guy who tended to sit behind desks all day, not running around saving lives. He preferred reading through documentation and finding that one error that would make it all right. "But who is in it and why drive here? What's the point? It seems quite illogical. They're practically asking for the person they're transporting to be broken out," Eiran noted, his eyes fixed on the van. Again, he noticed the slips a moment later. Who. The person. For all she knew, it could have been illegal goods. He had no way of rationalizing the word he'd chosen. Slontze, he though. You really need to work on keeping your mouth shut. A lot more practice. That was what he needed and a bit of what he was getting that night. Practice for tomorrow when the people he interacted with would know who he was and have multiple chances of seeing him mess up like the inexperienced liar he was.
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    An ant danced up the tower. It clambered through a crack and regarded the man sitting inside. The ant shuddered. No. This was not a good place to hang out. It crawled back out and back down. Once on the ground, it tapped steel and sped away.
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    Actually, it could, there were quite a few ways one could get hurt by being cautious, many of which they were likely to encounter, but it wouldn't do to say that. Eiran had a feeling he was walking on a wire, seconds from tipping over the precarious edge into an abyss he didn't deserve. Should have kept my mouth shut. Too late. It would be a lesson for the future. Stay aloof and only involve yourself when your actions will certainly do that which you wish. Not simply to make someone feel better. Except, that felt wrong to him. Intentionally not helping a person was quite similar to being a bystander which was quite similar to intentionally causing a person harm. He would probably debate that more later over a warm cup of tea. For now he had no choice but to follow. He hurried to catch up to her. You met her two minutes ago and now you're chasing after her towards something you know is dangerous. Nice going, Eiran. They passed a little girl. Her eyes were downcast. Carefully judging how fast Althea was moving and how much time he had, he knelt down next to her quickly. "This is for you," he said, handing her the pink cotton candy. He hadn't bitten directly into it and his hands were relatively clean, so he figured it wasn't too much of a health risk. Besides, she'd enjoy it much more than he would and children were pretty much invincible most of the time. He swiftly stood up, glowing a little inside when he spotted her smile in the corner of his eye, and made up the space to the white haired woman, hoping she hadn't noticed his momentary absence. Hands free, he found himself forced to shove them in his pockets to prevent them from half-fidgeting and half-shaking. "Do you do this thing a lot?" he asked her. "Investigate sketchy-looking stuff?"
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    Unfortunately, waffles self-destructed when brought into their presence.
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    He shook his head to the strawberries. It was kind of her to offer, but he had no appetite. The Hall of Legends was a good idea. Books were nice, but they were nothing like sources. Though, any touristing would have to wait. He'd finished nineteen of the TUBAist handbooks and still had six to go. There also were five more supplementary ones detailing all guild protocol, past and present, that he wanted to get through. Those were anything but light-reading. His eyes followed her gaze. She seemed to be regarding the TUBAist group suspiciously. And then it clicked. The words she'd said moments before rose back to the surface on his consciousness: "Take a look around." There was a double meaning to the words, he decided, whether or not it was intentional. Except, she was looking for the danger in the wrong place. He'd know. It was the moving van that was truly dangerous. Or, rather, what it contained. The TUBAist group was practically harmless in comparison. Sure, there was a risk of them pelting people with cookies, but the relative risk involved was lower. Only two visions showed him that future and it was a weird one. One of members of the group wasn't visible. His clothing still existed, though, and they floated. Strange. That van however...it held someone insane. If they were broken out...Eiran suppressed a shudder. It wouldn't do to reveal his knowledge to a stranger when he didn't even tell his employer about it. But he could assuage her worries, even if it meant seeming more adept than he was. "They're not going to cause trouble," he told her. "Not today. Judging by their body language, they both don't quite know one another well, nor are they certain on a plan of action. None of which relates to tonight. A couple of days from now at the earliest. Maybe a few months." He pointed to the van. He himself couldn't do anything about it, but maybe she'd know more. "That moving van, however, rubs me the wrong way."
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    Let's hope that doesn't happen.
  18. Silva
    The rock even had a name.
  19. Silva
    Eiran debated how to answer. He leaned against the balustrade, letting his eyes take in the wonders of the view. From above, it was nicer. Less of a loud mob and more of an expression of tradition. There was a beauty to it--the glowing lamps and costumed citizens. A disorderly beauty. "I'm here because I saw a cause in need of help," he said finally. He didn't specify the cause because it sounded stupid even to himself most days. Save an organization from paperwork. How noble. "So, I packed up last night and moved to the city this morning. People spoke of this festival and it seemed like the right way to get a taste of what I was getting myself into. Turns out, it was more than I anticipated. Not sure if it's for the better or the worse yet. It just is." He absentmindedly rolled the stick of the cotton candy between his hands, running it between his hands. "What about you? Why are you here, if you don't mind my asking?" he asked.
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    It is a sad truth. *wins with white text again*
  21. Silva
    No one to tell us 'no'
  22. Silva
    *knows that any win wouldn't last long* *wins for a little bit anyways*
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    But that was all irrelevant.
  24. Silva
    Oh, yes. She really did know what she was talking about. And, well, so did he when it came to this. Not firsthand, obviously, but Eiran had read about Plasmacore when it happened. He'd followed it very closely without even understanding why. Something about it had drawn him in. To these people, though, it was a matter of real life, not an obscure event occuring somewhere far away, like it was for him. He caught a snippet of conversation from some people nearby. They appeared to be TUBAists. Unhappy ones, but the sound of it. Eiran didn't want to get involved. He hadn't even had one day of work yet. Guild politics were a mess for later. Not then. Pushing his glasses farther up his nose, Eiran shrugged. "It's amazing this city is still standing. What with all the different types of people with different opinions. Cool they get along sometimes," he said. A moment later, he realized his mistake. They. Not we. He was a part of it now, even if he still wasn't sure why. "Like now. We're all together and so far no one's killed anyone." He meant it as a joke, but knew it was very possible to misinterpret it.
  25. Silva
    "Yes. Please," he said, hoping he didn't sound as desperate as he felt. Eiran picked some fluff from the cotton candy. It compacted and hardened under the pressure of his fingers. The bright artificial color didn't look all that appealing, but he put the piece in his mouth. Pure, sticky sugar. He turned the stick in his hand. There was no way he'd be able to eat the whole thing. The woman seemed self-assured, like she knew what she was doing there and confident approaching anyone. The opposite of him, about three seconds from breaking down and regretting every decision from the past few days. Danger was everywhere. Every other person he passed had triggered a vision of some kind of harm. Why did so many people need to go around armed? It was taking all his self-training to brush the things he saw away before they overwhelmed him. "If it's not too much of a bother, that is," Eiran added. "Should you have matters to attend to, that's perfectly all right."
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