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Lita turned at Laurelai’s voice, mind still full of a thousand questions and twice as many guesses. She nodded, keeping her expression neutral and calm. It’s just a guess, and there’s no telling what could happen to you if you ended up being right. This was the kind of secret that got people like Lita very, very killed. She herself had arranged hits for less, back in Elendel. ”Ready or not,” Lita whispered back, stepping towards Voidus and the other two Department heads.

Mistborn is my favorite series too! I can’t pick a book, I love them all, both Eras! Hero of Ages does have a truly spectacular ending though.

For a character? Sure, you can decide on one I suppose.

Alleycant #3 is up! Featuring Lita and some super advanced smirking.

Nerin blinked, realizing she'd been standing in the middle of the parlor, hand clutching the single boxing the new girl had given her. How long had she been standing there? "I...what?" Nerin replayed Attayl's words, then shook her head. "No, I don't think so. You've done enough already." She looked down at the boxing in her hand, then slid it into her pocket and sheathed her hairpin dagger. Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair. "Is Brillin asleep?" She asked, more to fill the silence than anything. If Attayl was back down here already, the man was almost-certainly passed out. He'll need something to eat eventually, Nerin thought, taking three steps towards the kitchen before freezing, hand slightly outstretched towards the door. She felt something rattle against the walls of the Beautiful Room, the image fuzzed for a moment, resolving into Jeb's broken body. Blood, her hands all red... Nerin squeezed her eyes shut, clenching her fists until she could feel her nails cutting into her palms. Everything is fine. Nothing can hurt me. She opened her eyes, looking down at her hands. Clean and pale, the heels of her palms marked with eight little crescents. "I should cook lunch," she said numbly, not moving.

Lita had gone back to observing the room, noting that Laurelai was beginning to calm down a bit, her heartbeat easing in her chest, her breathing coming more even. Lita chanced a look at Voidus, sensing some kind of leashed energy there, and did her best not to shudder. She closed her eyes, replaying her observations to herself, trying to understand. Laurelai had been convinced that he was angry with her, but the oddest part was that Voidus didn’t seem quite angry. Lita had seen enough rage, and the physical reaction was different. The racing of the heart, the slight dilation of the pupils, the tendency to look - then look away. If she didn’t know better, Lita would have called it attraction. But that was nonsense, right? Lita opened her eyes, watching Laurelai again in time to catch her raise one thin, blonde brow at the TUBA contingent. The motion struck Lita as oddly familiar, though she couldn’t quite place it. She is quite pretty, Lita conceded. Voidus could do far worse. He didn’t really seem the type but then, what did she know? Bit vain of him, really, Lita thought with a tiny smirk. They looked remarkably similar. Same yellow hair, same pale skin, same... Lita blinked once, then looked back to Voidus. Same eyebrow raise. The edges of a suspicion began to push themselves into her brain, and she struggled to keep her face blank. Behind her eyes, Lita’s mind whirred. ”Did you work in one of my labs?” Voidus had asked Laurelai, back in Alley 0. Lita grabbed another cookie off the plate and took a small bite to occupy her hands, which would have otherwise started shaking with excitement. Stay safe. Concern. Not for them all. Just for one. Lita chewed thoughtfully, sugar and satisfaction mixing in the sweetest way within her. It was still just a guess, just an outline. Lita took another bite of her cookie and allowed herself a grin. A delicious secret indeed.

Hello! We are happy to have you! I think you’ll like it here quite a bit. There is tons to keep one occupied, and we even have an RP section in addition to all the specific cosmere forums. Which series is your favorite so far?

@Sorana!! Happy Birthday!!

Maybe? This is a good question. Though if they've taken out all their spikes except like..one? Yes? Then they probably wouldn't be able to do it safely anymore. Lita has like 24 tiny ones that prevent her from killing herself on accident via Alleytravel, though it was implied she'd eventually no longer need them...?

She’s a Twinborn but the main metal she tends to abuse is Tin. Currently she isn’t a Savant, she’s just burning lots of tin at a high rate, so she hasn’t really been permanently altered. If I move her in this direction it will be a slow process, I want to show the whole progression. At moment her negative effects are mental. I’ve decided that her own specific character would make her increasingly cold, clinical and detached from the world around her with extended tin use. This is a personal choice though. We shall see what I do with Lita in time.

Lita's attention snapped back to the Stranger when he mentioned investigating the Vortex. So that's where they're headed. It made sense, when she thought about it. There seemed no one better to go and solve this problem. Well, that's sorted then, she thought, stopping her hand from straying back to the plate of cookies. Still, what were the three DA leaders doing here in the first place? Lita hadn't expected this many people to turn up here, it was just supposed to be a short meeting with TUBA to encourage them to speed up the evacuation. It seemed oddly serendipitous that everyone ended up here, though for all Lita knew they could predict the future. They were basically deities, after all. "Time is short, for them at least. Let's get this underway, shall we?" The Stranger gestured towards the city, though his tone was far from concerned. Indeed, he seemed eager, excited to move on from this place and into the new, the unknown. There were things to do, research to be gathered. Secrets to unravel. The practical portion of Lita's mind was relieved that this business would all be over with soon, and she, KanMien, and Laurelai would be safely tucked back into an Alley somewhere. Out of danger. Out of the way. She pressed her lips together, silencing what would have been a sigh of irritation. What is the matter with you? Do you want to get killed out there? Of course she didn't. The safest place for her was out of this city, likely observing the evacuation, seeing if there was any information to be gleaned from all the citizens flooding the Alleys. And yet... Is that what you want? To be safe? She shot a sidelong look at the three leaders. So much power there. So much knowledge. How much more would they learn within PlasmaCore, that bastion that had bested her efforts once already. Lita turned the Coin over and over in her hand, tin letting her feel every edge, every raised shape. The world on one side, the spiked skull on the other. What are you hungry for, Lita? She closed her fist around the Coin and tried to concentrate on the immediate. Lita was used to a hierarchy; she knew her place. The Tineye, always watching, catching what others missed. The knife that no one thought to look for, until it was pressed between their shoulder blades. The time for shadow-work had passed - PlasmaCore was no place for a spy, not anymore. She flicked a glance toward the Stranger, careful not to stare. His black eye was a well of infinite depth; perhaps that was where he kept all the secrets he'd learned. So much space carved out to make room for all that knowledge. Her gaze moved towards Mac, then back to the meeting. Yes, she knew her place. Lita would go where she was told, but she wanted to go with them.

@AonEne This is hilarious, I am honored!

Nerin thought for a moment, then cracked the door open, still holding her dagger. She stared at the girl on the porch for the space of one breath, then opened it all the way. "He's over there in the corner," Nerin said, nodding her head towards John's slumped, drunken form. "I don't imagine you'll get much out of him at this point."

Nerin looked up from where she'd been staring at the table, slowly tracing the grain of the wood with one pale finger. Someone had knocked on the door. As if from far off, a tiny whisper of fear reached through the walls of Nerin's mind. She stood groggily, most of the whiskey now replaced by utter exhaustion, and slowly reached into a pocket for one of her dagger pins. Nerin slid one out of its wooden sheath with a quiet snick, wrapping her hand around the top and holding it just behind her back, out of sight. Nerin crossed the parlor floor, feeling the damp wood beneath her bare feet, and peered out one of the front windows. Whoever was out there, they were alone. Her first thoughts went to Lance, but she dismissed them. As if he would bother knocking. A customer? At this hour? She pressed her ear against the door, Soothing through the wood, making whoever was out there more likely to answer her questions. "Who is it?" She called softly. @John Flamesinger