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Lita pressed her lips together, clenching her teeth. She couldn't tell her. She would not. There was absolutely no way she'd get out of it alive, and anyway, Laurelai would never believe her. A waste, really. No point. Coward, the voice whispered. Lita wrinkled her nose, then breathed out in one tiny, frustrated burst. Don't you think he'd have done it already? She sent back to Laurelai. Doesn't seem the type to draw it out like this. Anyway, he clearly thinks your valuable. Your Forgery - that's a serious talent. An asset. Honestly, I'm not sure what I'm doing here. Sure, I can keep a lookout, but I've got a feeling that any one of those three could detect something suspicious faster than I could blink, tin or no. Now that she said it, the thought made her a little nervous. She was basically useless. Brand new, untrained. Weak. "The Dark Alley can build on weakness," the Stranger had said. "But it will devour the weak," Lita whispered. She had to prove herself here. Laurelai was untouchable, whether she knew it or not. KanMien was a respected colleague. Who was Lita? No one. Not yet, anyway. She reached her hand into her pocket and drew out her third vial of tin, flicking off the cork and knocking it back all in one go.
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Lita followed after Voidus, Mac and the Stranger, keeping a step or two behind them and cocking her head at Laurelai, hoping to get her attention. If there was ever a time for a private word, this would be it. Everyone’s attention was on the Alleytravel - there might not be another time to talk for a while. You alright? She sent. Any idea of what we’re supposed to do when we get to the Vortex? Lita hoped the mission might take Laurelai’s mind off her anxiety, something she could logically examine and process. She looked around as she walked, immediately regretting it as her high burn of tin let her catch sight and sound of myriad odd sights and sounds, half-formed and ominous. Lita shivered, looking forward at a spot on the back of Mac’s suit instead. Excellent tailoring, she noted appreciatively. @Voidus
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Wine. Lots of wine.
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Nerin did her best to ignore the slight swoop of her stomach when Attayl mentioned Lance's absence. "Oh," she said, then sniffed a bit, pulling a tiny sneer onto her face. "It's for the best, I think. No good having him looming around here, breaking all my rusting windows, swaggering around like he owns the place." Carrying me upstairs, giving me his coat... Nerin cleared her throat a bit, forcing her face to obey and maintain her unaffected expression. "Where's John?" Alyssa asked. Nerin looked at the girl, then thought for a moment, recalling something. "I think he left with Aben, right when we got back." @John Flamesinger
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Nerin looked at Alyssa, brow knitting. "Action? What is there for us to do but survive this war?" She began chewing on one of her nails absently. "We've already negotiated protection... it should be enough. The Farriers will take care of us, Lance..." Nerin swallowed, recalling his hand on her bare shoulder. She ground her teeth together, halfway towards cursing him, halfway into a blush. The Farrier Tineye's words floated back to her. "Yes, he does tend to have that effect." Rust him. "Where is he, anyway?" She asked the room, crossing her arms in what she hoped was an unaffected, casual way. "Still lurking on the roof?" @Sorana @John Flamesinger
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I like this. Does this mean that I could technically have one of my own characters in two places at once, since the test-lab thread would be non canon? If so, it could be really useful to see which types of characters the new character does best with, how they vibe with any number of the current cast, etc., and then we wouldn't have to worry about creating new characters or NPC's that exclusively live in the non canon thread.
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Nerin stared at the girl for a moment. Go? Go where? Was she addled? Nerin had just let her in the door not an hour ago... Then it clicked. "Oh, the privy," she said, almost laughing. "Out the back door, there's a privy shed in the side yard."
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Nerin gave the girl an extra Push of brass, hoping she'd calm down. "There's plenty of..." she faltered a bit, then continued, "plenty going on that's hard to explain these days," she said, holding up a hand to Alyssa. "You'll forgive us if the word of two strangers doesn't get an immediate vote of confidence." “Unfortunately no new stories, though with everything that has been going on, this will make a rather good one,” Brillin said, smiling. A good story. Nerin blinked once. "I..." Her hands all red. Blood on the floorboards, so much blood. It soaked through her skirt, cooling and sticky. A word painted onto the wood. "Yes," she said mechanically, barely noticing that he'd continued speaking. "It'll be great. Your story. I'll have to read it sometime." She fidgeted with the hem on her skirt, twisting it, then releasing. Twist, release, twist, release. The new girl was making some sort of picture appear on the tiny piece of glass in her hand. "I'm sure it will be wonderful." @I think I am here.
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Nerin drew the deadbolt over the parlor door and shut the curtains on the windows, hoping that no one else would come calling today. She took the tea Attayl had snagged and set it on one of the shelves behind the bar, unsure what to do. She wanted to boil water, but the kettle... The kettle was in the kitchen. Nerin leaned against the bar counter, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to keep her breathing even and calm. She listened to the sounds around her - the muffled clatter of the street outside, the blue lantern swinging on its hinge on the patio, the low murmur of conversation upstairs. Is that Brillin's voice? Grateful for a distraction, Nerin slipped around the corner and up the stairs, studiously ignoring the door at the end of the hall. Jeb's door. Except, there was no door at the end of the hall. Nothing to worry about. She scrubbed the heel of her palm across the wetness on her cheek, catching a few strands of her long hair, and began to burn brass. It smoldered pleasantly within her, warm, comfortable. She reached Brillin's door and found it ajar, though she tapped against the doorframe anyway to announce herself. “Beyond where?” Brillin said, eyes straying to Attayl for a moment before his voice took on an unamused tone. “Unless you’re offering to take to this early other ‘planets’.” "More stories out of your book, Gentleman Jak?" Nerin said softly, trying out a small smile. Her mouth felt unused to the expression, though she was sure she'd smiled like this yesterday. She Soothed the room, taking away some tension, some inhibition, making the inhabitants more likely to talk, less likely to argue. The small and intricate manipulation was familiar, normal. Nerin felt her smile become more genuine. "You look well," she added delicately, not wishing to embarrass Brillin in front of John's companion. @I think I am here. @John Flamesinger @Sorana
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When everyone wakes up in the cell, have they lost all recent memory? Do they know why they are there? If so, why are they there? Edit: Actually @John Flamesinger I'm going to back out here, sorry! I can't do more than 2 characters at once, makes me too anxious.
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What is the plot? Any kind of rough starting point?
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So 3 are already taken. What are the other two? or are there eight, with three already taken (Light, Dark, Grey) and five others RP-able?
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I'm interested! Also, @John Flamesinger, when you say that you are limited the Magics to 5, are you talking about the actual god-like characters or are you saying that each character can have up to five powers? I'm a little confused.
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Lita looked around at her new surroundings - some nondescript Alley, grey and quiet - then glanced over at Laurelai. Even without tin, the woman's anxiety was palpable. Her fingers kept twitching, likely spinning a phantom pen. She's not sending an Alleycant message. That probably means she wants to talk about present company - yes, that would be stupid. Very stupid. Lita tapped her tongue against the backside of her teeth, watching Laurelai and Voidus take turns looking furtively at one another. It would have been almost comical in another situation, but this was hardly the time to be distracted. If they were going to the Vortex, they'd need all their wits about them. Lita glanced at Mac next. Some of his panic had faded, and his distinct lack of confusion regarding both Laurelai and Voidus led Lita to suspect that he, too, knew what was actually going on. No surprise for a spymaster. A sudden, frightening thought darted through her mind. Does he know that I know? She wasn't dead yet, so perhaps not. Or maybe he was just waiting for proof of her knowledge? Rusts. That meant she couldn't very well comfort Laurelai. Lita chewed her lip, waiting for someone to do something, tell her where to go, what to do. She caught Laurelai's eye and tried to smile a bit, hoping it didn't come out too odd-looking. Lita was still flaring her tin - her pupils must look enormous. Not exactly a friendly look, Lita. She backed off the burn a little, though as she did so she felt the exhaustion and uncertainty rush in to take its place. A bite to the inside of her cheek cleared her head a bit, the pain piercing through the bone-weary feeling and allowing her to stand straight. Now was not the time to look weak, or useless. She could do this. Of course you can, the little voice whispered. All you need to do is ration your tin perfectly, avoid getting killed at the Vortex, impress the leaders of the Dark Alley, and avoid giving away one of the most dangerous secrets in the world while you're at it. Lita swallowed, hard, and turned toward Mac as she recalled something from earlier. "Sir," she said. "Right before we left, I think I heard thunder. It could just be a normal rain, but if it's the Alleystorm... Do you think that would affect the Vortex?" @Voidus @MacThorstenson
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I’d be totally interested in helping out with people finding their character voice/exploring their own weaknesses through interaction if needed
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Nerin stared at Attayl's hand, gentle despite the life she'd led. The life that would have been Nerin's, if she hadn't snapped. Her mind wound backwards, the distant past so much easier to inspect than recent events. I wonder if Mother ever had a place like this? If so, Nerin had never seen it, though she thought it unlikely. Attayl worked the streets; Nerin's mother had worked in a house. A better life, supposedly. Though, compared to what? 'Now be a good girl, Nerin," her mother whispered, 'and play in the Beautiful Room.' "I was born in the First Octant," Nerin said suddenly, not sure why she was speaking. "My mother worked in a house there. Father must've been someone important, because Mother didn't have any Allomancy - my half-brother doesn't either. Just me." She continued staring at Attayl's hand, taking another small bite of the cake. "I left at seventeen, and I never went back. Managed to keep the customers off me with my Brass. All of them...but one." 'Do you think we're done here, girl?' His hand over her neck, pushing her into the alley wall. Stupid - she should have taken the main street. Why hadn't she? Nerin burned brass like she always did, Soothing his anger, his lust. Nothing. 'Copper,' he whispered in her ear, low and soft. 'Ain't it marvelous? Out here, we're even, you and me. 'Cept we ain't even at all, doll.' His hand on her skirt, tugging. 'We ain't even at all.' Nerin took the last bite of cake and pulled one of her hair pins out of her pocket, setting it on the table. It looked so innocent, all polished wood and rounded gem at the top. Not quite. She sighed, then met Attayl's eyes. "We should get back, I think. Brillin will be awake soon." She looked away, sliding the pin back into her pocket. "Thank you," she said softly. "You were right, the cake helped."
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Fortunate? Lita felt a small smile of her own push against the edges of her mouth. The head of the DA himself thought it fortunate that she'd been recruited? I'll be tucking that piece of praise away for later. When he mentioned PlasmaCore, her smile widened a bit more. "...oh no..." Mac whispered to himself, his heartbeat picking up with startling speed. Lita looked sideways at him, suddenly worried. “Very sorry to cut this meeting short, but our location may be compromised after summoning them. We need to distribute assignments then disperse, quickly,“ Mac continued. Them? Lita looked at Laurelai next, then KanMien. Did either of them know who Mac was talking about? What could possibly scare Mac? She suppressed a shudder and stood straighter, not allowing herself to show her anxiety. Assignments, right. Lita looked back towards Laurelai and KanMien. Technically, it had just been her and Laurelai at the party, but the last thing she wanted to do was correct someone like Voidus. Correcting demigods - definitely not wise. "Where should we go, Sir?" Lita asked, leaving the honorific open-ended so either Voidus or Mac could answer. They were both her boss. Hell, Laurelai probably counted as her boss, with how long Lita had been in the DA. Four days now? Three? By the Survivor, when was the last time I slept? Lita flared her tin, squinting a bit but also feeling the enhanced sensation wake her up. She began storing a bit more heat than normal, the sudden chill driving away the bulk of her fatigue. You're fine. It's fine. She checked her tin reserves - still fine. Two vials left now, and she'd need to make them count. After this, a nice long rest. But not yet. She fingered the third vial in her pocket. Not yet. @Voidus @MacThorstenson
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Welcome! I would highly recommend reading through all the links in the original post of this thread, then get started figuring out what kind of character you'd like to create. Things are a bit hectic in the setting at the moment, we are in the middle of a main plot, though to be honest things are generally confusing around here Since you haven't read any Sanderson, the whole concept of the magic systems may seem a bit baffling to you. Try to use the Character Discussion thread to plan out or ask questions about a character, then use the Character Thread to post your final character sheet for mod approval. Probably my best advice would be to read through as many of the threads as possible before starting. I know this sounds daunting but I can't think of a better way to get a full picture of what the AV is, how it works, and who is who. It took me a while to figure out where to drop in my character and what I wanted to do with her, and reading through recent events really helped me put stuff into perspective. I realize that I'm not typical in this regard, but I can't think of a better method to learn the world and the magic, especially since you have no experience with Sanderson. Please don't hesitate to ask us any questions, and have fun!
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Hi, chiming in on this. Honestly, I find the power levels to be kind of arbitrary, but I also know why they exist. That said, in a perfect world I'd raise them or eliminate them altogether. Usually, the problem with an OP character isn't the character, it's how they are used. I know that the whole point of the AV is that it's pretty free-form and you can sort of drop in and do what you want where you like, but I also think that crazy plot-hijacking could be curtailed if characters were more developed and planned out, like their personality, their backstory, their weaknesses. The problem is that I'm not really sure how to go about this. So, maybe, disregard my ramblings? That said, I think that the point ceiling should be flexible for a longer-term character, someone who will likely be carried over for one or more eras. Otherwise, you run the risk of making them stagnate. Also, I think that not enough people are RPing the character weaknesses they outline on their character sheets. So many people give their characters an outrageously deep and scarring trauma in order to max out on points, then this flaw is never seen or addressed in RP. It cheapens the effect, imo.
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Nerin stared at the plate of little cakes, then at Attayl. She'd never seen the girl look so cheerful - this place, this woman, must have been someone she truly trusted. And she brought me here. She told me her secret. Hesitantly, she slid one of the cakes off the plate and broke off a piece between two fingers, taking a small bite. It was fluffy and slightly warm, and smelled of vanilla. The simple motion of eating brought her just enough into reality, and a wall of sorrow rushed up to meet her, almost overtaking her. Nerin continued eating, focusing on the flavor, the warmth. She began noticing things that she'd missed previously: the slight tension in Attayl's brow, the concern of the other woman, Jo. She Soothed both, burning brass with intention. It felt good. "One of the girls back at the House used to bake sometimes," Nerin said, the shadow of a smile flitting over her face. "In the mornings, before they started working, she'd make corncakes. Harmony they were awful. But we didn't have the heart to tell her." The brothel had been named The Red Lily, but everyone just called it 'the House.' Nerin ate another bite of cake, looking up at Attayl. "There's no way I'll eat all of these myself," she said, gesturing to the chair beside her. "Come help."
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Lita started slightly as Voidus began to bend the world around them, trying to focus on the immediate, not looking upward or around. Instead, she focused on the man before her, trying to understand what she had discovered. It was terribly subtle, but Lita could see him looking at Laurelai just a fraction longer, his gaze taking in more, his eyes both thoughtful and penetrating. The familiarity in that look was like a blade in her stomach, and she forced herself to look away, expression still blank, neutral. It had been years since anyone had looked at Lita that way. Affection. Lita cast backwards for it, the last time she had spoken to her own father, expecting to find the memory polished, bright. Instead, it arose sluggishly, its surface marred with dust. It had only been a few years; she should have been able to recall it more clearly. How long had it been since she had taken out this memory and looked at it? How long since she had thought of her father in anything more than vague terms, always thankful for his safety, his unspoiled life. And yet, had she not already begun to bury him? She had carved away the pieces of her last name that tied her to him - for his own good. As if he'd ever had a choice in the matter. She had left, a whisper in the night. No goodbye - there hadn't been time. Lita hadn't made time. Her left hand tightened around the Coin. Sacrifice. She cleared her throat, pushing the heat away from the corners of her eyes. Professional, controlled. "Well, Sir," she began, inclining her head to him respectfully, "I'm honestly surprised that TUBA has managed to evacuate as much as they have with the threat of those invisible spren. How many are already beneath the city in their tunnels, mapping out the locations of survivors? I can't believe they waited to report this knowledge so far into the meeting. It would have been the first order of business in my own report."
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Nerin looked at Attayl, slowly processing her words. Outside. The wood floor was still damp beneath her bare feet. "Let me get my shoes," she said quietly, turning and walking up the stairs. Nerin tugged on her boots, careful to avoid looking at the dark, blackish stains on the toes. Nothing can hurt you. She fingered one of the tassels of Lance's mistcoat, which still lay on her bed, then stood and walked down the hall towards the spare bedroom. Brillin lay curled in the small bed, fast asleep. Good. He'd need all the rest he could get, after how much he'd had to drink. Nerin softly closed the door again and went back downstairs to meet Attayl, eyes darting over the parlor as she went. They carefully avoided alighting on the kitchen - there was no kitchen in the Beautiful Room. "Where are we going?" Nerin asked, not particularly curious, but not wishing to be rude. @Sorana
