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Sounds good to me! Eza would definitely keep the location of her stuff hidden from the organization due to not wanting to lose it (one thing in particular). Do you think your character would be swayed by either the kindness of his heart or the promise of money to take her along with him on his breakout attempt? Since Fenna is acting as security, I’m assuming she wouldn’t be willing to break Eza out, and for this to work Eza would need someone to break her out.

That’d be great! My last Eza post had her trying to organize a meeting with Fenna, that could easily be handwaved away as not having happened. Skimming through the thread, looks like there’s prisoners around where Fenna is. It could be quite possible for Eza to have stolen something from the group keeping people captive and gotten caught (I’m not entirely clear on who they are). She could also have been detained for some other reason if that works better. Since she’s an iron savant (especially now that a year has passed), she’d be very desperate to break out as soon as possible to get access to iron again and would agree to just about anything to accomplish that. She’d also be able to offer a bribe. Do you think that’d be a feasible option for getting her involved?

Heya! I’m interested in joining in on the roleplaying here again. My current existing character Eza was kinda involved in a plotline, but that was months ago and can easily be dropped. I think the other person involved went inactive. Does anyone have any ideas on how she could get involved? A common way she gets into situations is stealing/attempting to steal something shiny. I could also make a new character if there isn’t a place for Eza right now. If someone could point me in the direction of a recap (I can’t seem to find the pinned thread reference in the AV guide post) that’d be helpful. I can also read the current era threads if recommended for catchup purposes, and likely will at some point soon. Edit: No idea why the text is so big, sorry!

Eza stood still for a half second, then flared her iron as strongly as she could. The faint, corrupted lines leading to the spikes in the man’s body solidified, and those leading to other bits of metal on his person manifested brightly enough to nearly sear her vision. This was her chance. Sunwatcher was distracted. Fenna hadn’t spiked herself yet. Feeling as if her insides were burning and ignoring the droplet of sweat running down her cheek from exertion, she decided to take that chance. She seized one of the corrupted lines and pulled. She immediately felt sick. This was a deeply wrong thing she was reaching out for. It was loud, somehow. It sounded like rushing, screaming blood battering against her eardrums. Her hands formed fists and it took all she had to keep a neutral expression as her vision turned near-white. Nothing happened. Her iron simply burned away, not even close to moving anything. The flames inside her sputtered out, and the world went from white to dark. She kept her hands in fists and hid them behind her back, now to stop herself from giving into exhaustion as that ever present internal fire keeping her warm disappeared. Rust. It was time to pivot, then. She called out to Fenna, deepening her voice slightly and letting her hood obscure her face. She made her words particularly whiny. ”Don’t forget, you still owe me 50 boxings! I won our bet, winning on a technicality counts! A horse having a heart attack doesn’t mean it didn’t lose the race.” A complete fabrication, but it seemed fairly innocent in comparison to the other potential reasons she might be stalking the woman. ”I’ll be near the central square in the Mistwarrens when you decide to pay up.” Eza’s green eyes caught the flickering light of a streetlamp as she raised them to meet Fenna’s. ”I’m serious about it this time.” Hopefully she’d get the hint that that last part wasn’t a lie. She didn’t particularly care if she was pursued by a Fenna with good intentions or a Fenna with bad intentions. Friends close and enemies closer and all that jazz. @Lord Ruler Sylphrena

She’ll be intending to follow him until he gets to a notable location in terms of finding intel on who he’s working with. With the lifesense he’d probably be able to notice someone following/watching him pretty easily, Eza wouldn’t be aware of him having that sort of ability. I doubt she’d be able to tail him without being noticed for very long, if at all. When/if Sunwatcher chooses to confront her is up to you, she won’t initiate anything for now.

Eza glared right back, but slowly sheathed her dagger, releasing her white-knuckled grip on its hilt. It was a bit odd that Fenna didn’t rat her out to Sunwatcher considering the fact that Eza had made her views on Hemalurgy quite clear and had been ominously hiding nearby with a drawn weapon. Perhaps that was a good sign. She didn’t back away into hiding, though. That was probably not a particularly smart idea, but even putting away her blade had been a struggle. Fenna’s hesitance to expose Eza was the only thing holding her back from escalation. A fight could be a good excuse to at least injure the man, though. He could do with one less eye. She wouldn’t instigate anything for now, but she wouldn’t back down either. @Lord Ruler Sylphrena

After a few hours of sitting obscured inside of an alleyway, keeping her iron on a low burn, Eza saw those tell-tale corrupted lines enter the edge of her vision. She recognized them as the same three from the spikes of the hemalurgist she was waiting for. Eza skulked closer to the inn once the man passed her, darting into the gap between it and the adjacent building. She frowned when he pulled out the vial which thousands of tiny zinc-tinged lines pointed to. That meant he could riot emotions. Could he use that to manipulate Fenna? Eza bowed her head upon hearing the woman’s words, not sure if she felt disappointed, angry, or just sad. At the very least she knew that calling the unnatural deaths of three people “payment” disgusted her. Maybe Fenna was being manipulated by rioting. Maybe the guy was cheating and forcing her to do something she didn’t actually want to do. Maybe that was just wishful, naïve thinking. Even if rioting was involved, it wasn’t like you got total control over someone. It probably didn’t matter anyways. The deal had been struck, and she had a feeling it would be exceedingly difficult to worm one’s way out of it. It appeared that Eza was entirely worthless when it came to trying to save others. Mother, Lum, Eighth, many constables, and now Fenna had been lost despite her best efforts. Perhaps even because of her best efforts. She felt something cool press against her palm and looked downward. She’d subconsciously grabbed the hilt of one of her daggers. Silently drawing the blade and staring at her distorted reflection in its beautiful, shiny surface, Eza realized that there was one thing she wasn’t worthless for. She could still remember the tearing sensation of that knife forcing its way through a monster’s throat, how her weapon had briefly fought to escape her grasp before snapping back to obedience. It had only taken a fraction of a second to strike the killing blow. She might not be capable of being a savior, but she could be an exterminator. @Steel Speedster @Lord Ruler Sylphrena

I’m still good to rp whenever, just waiting on other people to post for now. Eza posts are probably gonna be a bit sparse, though, since there’s only so much she can do while spying on a conversation.

“You don’t want to feel like a bad person, so you wanna become the worst possible person instead. Great plan.” Eza’s hand went to the handle of ones of her concealed knives when the bar shattered. This conversation didn’t seem to be going anywhere but an unpleasant end. Trying to argue further would probably just anger Fenna more. ”I’m surprised, honestly. I expected someone who risked their life to save others to be at least a halfway-decent person. Maybe you still are, maybe you’re a better person than you seem to think you are.” She backed up to the open window, not taking her eyes off of Fenna. “If you decide not to get spiked, I wish you the best of luck. If you do decide to get spiked, I sincerely hope things don’t work out for you.” Eza then exited through the window, disappearing from view. She didn’t have plans to leave, however. It would be best to try and find out all she could about the strange hemalurgist. It’d also be good to know if he made another one. Still taking care to not cross into eyesight of the crumbled building she’d just exited from, she slunk into an alleyway a few structures down and hid behind some crates. Eza intensified her now constant slow burn of iron to a higher level, aiming to detect the strange lines of the hemalurgist when he returned. She had to down another vial of iron soon after as the increased burn used up her current supply; she’d need to restock those soon. @Lord Ruler Sylphrena

“Gotta say, stings a little that I don’t count as ‘anyone’.” Despite her deadpan expression, a smile could be heard in her voice. She didn’t want Fenna to take that comment too seriously. The mirth quickly dissipated as she continued to speak, hopping off of the windowsill and taking a few steps closer. ”And I know exactly how you feel. I’m alone for a reason, Fenna. That man you saw fighting with a line of light and an Aviar? He died. He was my friend for all of 5 hours and he died. He wasn’t supposed to be in that constabulary. You wanna guess whose fault that was?” Her voice started to shake ever so slightly. ”He wasn’t the only one. I lost another because I failed to protect her from hemalurgists. I got distracted by something stupid and they took her away. Probably made a spike out of her. Oh, and that person who made all of those undead abominations had been my friend too. I failed to save them from themself. I had an opportunity to stop them from being arrested in the first place, and I squandered it. They killed almost everyone in that building because I was weak. They killed someone specifically for me; I’m supposed to be dead, but some other soul was murdered to stop it.” Eza stared at Fenna with an earnest, desperate anger. ”They called me their little raven. It means you’re bad luck. They were right. If you don’t wanna bother with saving anyone, can you at least let me do it? Normally I’d just not try, cause it’s not usually worth the risk of screwing everything up. But this I can’t make worse. This is one of the few things my bad luck can’t hurt. If you use those spikes, Fenna the person is gone. Fenna the monster would kill her. Refusing that power isn’t being a hero. It’s the bare minimum. It’s doing nothing. That’s what you want, right?”

“We have a thing in common, so that makes us at least somewhat alike.” Eza absentmindedly fished a small chunk of slag metal from one of her many bags and tossed it forwards. Before it sailed more than a foot away, she ironpulled it back, catching it in the hand she held in front of her chest. She continued to toss and pull her stringless yoyo as she talked. ”Sunwatcher seemed very on board with the idea of spiking people, so I don’t think he was spiked against his will. Three people died because of those spikes.” She caught the piece of metal, then loosened her grip, letting it slip out of her fingers to hover pressed against her chest. She let her eyes tear up just a tad, allowing some of her fury to show. ”They died slowly and painfully. They could've been children, siblings, parents. Maybe they died begging for mercy. Maybe they died in the dark, never finding out where the pain had come from. Maybe they died screaming for their little girl to run away. Sunwatcher wears their suffering proudly. That’s evil.” Eza canceled her pull, letting the slag fall into her waiting palm. Looking at it quieted the fire in her eyes and made her smile softly before the subject at hand quickly flattened it out. It was some really nice slag. ”You and Sunwatcher may be alike in other ways. I know you and I are unalike in many ways. I also know that we’re the sort of people he would gladly stab through the heart if it meant more power."

Eza cocked her head. ”By ‘us’ I just meant Mistings. Do you mean evilness in general? You didn’t seem very evil in the Constabulary. Might’ve saved my life, actually. Things got really close at the end there. So thanks.” She hopped up and sat on the windowsill, dangling her legs. She needed this woman to have at least some modicum of trust in her to take her advice, and she seemed to be doing a pretty bad job of earning it so far. ”I’m Eza, by the way.”

“I’m a Lurcher. A really good one. I know that that man had three spikes and that you have none. You have tons of pewter on you, which means you’re probably a Pewterarm.” Eza flared her iron, double checking her assertions to ensure she wasn’t making a fool of herself. A couple of faint blue lines leading to the woman’s legs she hadn’t noticed before caught her eye. They were iron, but odd. Not odd in a bad way like spikes were, just odd. She hadn’t paid too much attention to learning how to do much other than detect spikes, but there was only one other thing the strange lines could lead to. ”You’re a Skimmer, too.” Eza glanced over at the smashed window. That explained some things.

@Steel Speedster, does Fenna have any weight stored in her ironminds currently?

She recognized her. That was good. Probably meant she’d be more likely to trust her. ”I followed Sunwatcher. I…” Eza intensified her now constant low burn of iron and peered closer at the woman’s face, trying to gauge her reaction to her next words. “I’ve been tracking people from an evil hemalurgist group, trying to get information. I hope I followed the right person, but the district being closed down meant no meeting took place where it was supposed to. Doesn’t mean Sunwatcher isn’t evil too, though. He’s a hemalurgist. You know what he’s done to people like us. What he’s willing to do.” Eza subtly took note of nearby thick ironlines, just in case. Either the woman was genuinely surprised to see her or she was purposefully avoiding Eza’s suggestion. It was probably a bad idea to share this much information, but she was doing it to stop a monster. It was worth the risk.

Eza’s eyes widened as the woman’s face finally matched up with a somewhat fuzzier version in her head. She’d seen her at the constabulary, fighting against Asylum’s monsters. She’d been technically fighting against Perses too, since they were controlled by him. That meant she was probably a good person- she didn’t seem to be a constable but had risked her life to help others anyways. She might be one of the only reasons Eza was still alive. Eza’s eyed narrowed when the spiked man offered to spike the woman, too. Whatever he was up to couldn’t be good. Well, that was a given when it came to hemalurgy, but asking for information meant there was something else going on. She watched as he walked away, then thought for a moment. What kind of name was Sunwatcher? It was pretty stupid. Watching the sun was a bad idea if you wanted to have working eyeballs. She might not be able to stop everything Sunwatcher was doing, but she could at least try to stop this. With a quick ironpull on its inner workings, Eza unlatched the lock on the window she peered through and softly opened it. She popped up so that her face was clearly in view of the woman. ”You should say no.” She didn’t get too close. While the woman had been a good person before, she hadn’t denied the man’s offer of twisted power. The woman also seemed to be on edge, and Eza wasn’t sure if she’d recognize her. They’d never actually interacted in any meaningful sense before.

@Koloss17, you pointed out in the Episode 2 thread that Eza wouldn't be able to detect metal that came into contact with skin unless she was an iron savant. Since I've already dug myself into a bit of a hole and it would make sense based on her history of heavy iron use (especially in the past few months), I'd like to edit Eza's character to be an iron savant if possible. However, I'm having some trouble figuring out what that would look like. We haven't seen any iron savants yet, and the impacts of savantism can range from minor to extreme (see below WoB). Aside from sickness at not getting enough iron, would you recommend I include other consequences? Apologies for not considering this stuff earlier, my Mistborn knowledge has gotten pretty rusty.

Eza, New Hallandren Eza was frustrated. Really, really frustrated. She'd gone through so much effort to track down where a meetup was going to happen between two of the monsters. It was supposed to be in New Hallandren, somewhere she wasn't familiar with. She'd paid a pretty penny- literally- to acquire the information. When she made it to the district entrance, seeing entry blocked was entirely unexpected and entirely inconvenient. Eza had even gone to the effort of sneaking in the old-fashioned way anyways, crawling along rooftops without the aid of iron in case they had a coppercloud or something. But as she idled on the street corner, now keeping her iron on a low burn to watch for her quarry, nothing happened. Apparently it was rather hard for two people from a Scadrian district to have a meeting in the blue-roofed, green paneled house two streets east of a big fountain with a statue of a smiling woman in it (you had to get creative with directions when you couldn't read street signs) when they couldn't enter the area in the first place. Eza downed another vial of iron, stuffed it back in her aluminum-lined pouch to hide any metals that could be used to trace her, and prepared to skulk away, hoping that it would be about as easy to sneak out of there as it was to sneak in. But just before she took a step forwards, a jumble of new lines sprung from her chest in a cluster. There were quite a few tiny lines pointing to what was clearly Zinc and Duralumin. No one but a metalburner would carry them in such pure forms. Three of the other lines, however, were harder to distinguish. While slightly thicker, they were fainter, too. She closed her eyes and focused on them. She knew for sure that one was Bronze, and another maybe Duralumin. The third was entirely new to her, or at least contorted enough that she couldn't recognize it. The lines' confusing nature was a good sign, though. It meant that they were hemalurgic spikes, which meant that Eza had found who she was looking for. Hopefully. She slunk backwards into the shadows as her new target passed by, then casually strolled as far behind it as she could while still keeping its spikes in detecting range. They were harder to keep track of than the Zinc and Duralumin, but it was significantly more difficult to ditch metal that had been spiked into your flesh than metal you were carrying externally. With some creative maneuvering, she was able to stay out of its line of sight entirely. The lines blinked in and out of existence as they were blocked by buildings, but they always returned so long as their subjects were in motion. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and the lines began veering in a new direction. Eza prayed that was because the hemalurgist was trying to avoid the chaos for normal, not-wanting-to-get-shot reasons rather than I-want-to-go-shoot people reasons. After a few minutes, the lines came to a halt. Eza waited for a bit to make sure her target hadn't just stopped to tie its shoe, then risked a glance around the corner. She finally got a good look at the hemalurgist as he cleared debris away from the entrance to a building with a shattered window. He was tall, way taller than regular humans were supposed to be. Even Rosharans weren't this large. Was hemalurgy able to change you physically like that? Before she could figure out what was up with this guy, he finished clearing away enough debris to allow him to disappear into the building. Eza glanced around. The street seemed to be abandoned, so she quickly scrambled up to the side of the building and peered inside in a very suspicious manner. It was hard to make out what was going on through all the dust, but her iron told her that the second figure the man was talking to likely wasn't a hemalurgist. Based on what was in their vials, they were just a Pewterarm. She squinted, trying to get a closer look at the person's face. The air was clear enough now that Eza could tell it was a woman. She was so familiar... @Steel Speedster

@Koloss17, would it be feasible to say that Eza snuck past the checkpoint without RPing it specifically?

Eza is a very paranoid Lurcher, so chances are she'd notice that Vane is spiked because she's constantly got her iron on a low burn (honestly she's potentially bordering savant levels at this point). Since you don't want to delay your post, I can change the context in which I was planning on having Eza interact. I can have her tailing Vane instead to get info as you suggested. In that case, I can have her approach after you guys have posted first. Edit: Just saw your post, so it looks like that's the plan. @Steel Speedster

I think it'd make most sense for Eza to met Fenna first, she would avoid approaching her if she knew a hemalurgist was initially with her. I'll make a post for her later today.

Alrighty, I’ll have Eza approach Fenna next episode.