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"I'm Nerin," she said, still guarded, "one of the Soothers that works here. There are... some of my associates." She gestured to the others, letting them make their own introductions if they wished. Almost without thinking, Nerin burned brass, Soothing some of the agitation in the room. The last thing she wanted was more violence tonight. "The streets are rough tonight," she continued. "You can stay here till morning with the rest of us."
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Nerin peered at the man, vaguely recognizing him from earlier in the night. What in the... "You were a customer," Nerin said, relief flooding her body, "earlier in the evening. What are you still doing here?"
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Nerin heard the grinding ring of his sword being drawn before he even spoke. "Hell," she whispered, turning to Aben. "Look, I don't give two rusted rivets what you are right now - you could be a rusting Faceless Immortal and I'd not care." She pointed to his sword. "Someone's back there, and they're armed. Do you know what to do with that?" Ruination, she wished she'd bought that pistol she'd been eyeing a few months back. @Dr. Dapper
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Nerin stiffened, crouching halfway behind the bar as she heard someone moving around in the back room. Jeb? No, he's upstairs. Slowly, she took one of her hairpins out, unsheathed the tiny blade, and readied her brass. "Who's there?" Nerin called, forcing her voice to sound confident despite her trepidation. @John Flamesinger
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@John Flamesinger
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Eneeeee you’re making me blush!
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From the album: RP Doodles
The many faces of Nerin. I was away all weekend and had to make do with my just my sketchpad. Finally getting the chance to translate everything to digital! Character design is fun :3 -
Nerin listened to Aben speak, pushing her fingers into her temples. Wolves? Other worlds? She knew she should probably feel an element of fear at these men, but she was already in such a state of overwhelm that she simply accepted it. "Alright," Nerin said, feeling the beginnings of a nasty headache pulse behind her eyes. "Alright, let's just say, for a moment, that I believe you. This... evil smell - have you ever smelled it before?" @Dr. Dapper
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"How could you possibly smell that on a person?" Nerin said. "Are you a Tineye? Tin Ferring?"
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Nerin nodded at Brillin's advice, then pushed Attayl's clips back across the bar at her. "I'd say you've earned a free drink from me at this point in the evening," she said lightly, Soothing Attayl's desire to protest. @Sorana She turned back to Brillin. "It would be a good position to negotiate, if this parlor were anything special. We just pay our dues - the gang gets their cut, we get left out of any scuffles and get some protection from independent toughs. I don't know much about the Scarlets... Jeb keeps us out of that most of the time, and they stay out of our way too. But I've never seen anything like what Lance did tonight at the Depot. And he's just one man. What if the Farriers have more like him? Mistborn or not, he's incredibly dangerous. He isn't even their leader." Nerin felt a shudder run through her body at the memory of Lance crushing the skull of Attayl's boss, then blithely asking her to dance. He seemed completely immune to her Soothing - that had to mean he was burning Copper, but then how could Attayl have sensed him burning both Iron and Bendalloy? She pinched the bridge of her nose, then took another drag on her cigarette. "I'm going to tell Jeb to pay the Farriers. Willet's a cunning old weasel but he and the Scarlets are done for if the Farriers have even one other person like Lance working for them. Maybe if we pay early and a little extra, they'll give us some protection in the upcoming turf war." Rusts, how had everything gone so wrong? Wrong... She looked over at Aben, who had been mostly-silent this whole time, and suddenly recalled something he'd said earlier in the evening. "When Lance first crashed through the window, you asked him what was wrong with him," Nerin said, feeling the hair on her arms raise a little. "Why did you ask him that?" @Dr. Dapper
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I think you’ve got it right.
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Renata felt her heart leap at the sight of the chimney smoke. ”There’s a house over that way!” She pointed, calling down to Lizanne. “Beyond that low stone wall a ways. I can see the smoke!” She stayed up there long enough to get a rough sketch of the area, positing the presence of an ocean or sea to the left, and the very large forest around them. Then, she turned and looked back at the ruins of the house, the toppled tower. Renata cocked her head. From up here it seemed like the house had landed on... something. Storms, I hope we didn’t crush anyone under there. The thought made her shudder, and her mind was full of dark unease as she climbed back down the tree. ”There’s a house that way, I saw the smoke. Maybe they can tell us where in damnantion we are.” @Sorana @kenod @I think I am here.
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The other Allomantic metal anyone can burn [Joke]
ZincAboutIt replied to Invocation's topic in Mistborn
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Nerin looked up from getting Attayl a mug of ale. “Hmm? Oh.” She was Soothing them, wasn’t she. Nerin extinguished the brass. “Sorry. Habit.” She pushed the mug across the bar, then tapped the expanse of wood with one fingernail. “So these Farriers... they really do have some sort of power, don’t they?”
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Nerin nodded tiredly. “Of course.” She sighed, brushing a strand of hair out of her face where it had fallen out of her knot. “We need to get off the street. I think I know where we are - let’s get going.” The rest of the trip back to the parlor was uneventful; Nerin kept them to the larger streets, which were mostly empty at this time of night. When they reached Sethwick’s, the blue lantern hung dark and only a single oil lamp burned somewhere within the main room. Nerin led them around the side alley, sparing a moment to glare at Lance’s red “calling card” painted along the wall, before getting a key from her pocket and letting everyone in through the back door. Once everyone was through, she pushed the deadbolt into its slot and pulled another cigarette out of her pocket, lighting it on the oil lamp that sat on the bar top. She sucked at it greedily, relishing the heat, the flavor of the tobacco. Smoke trailed out of her mouth in languid tendrils, weaving their way to the ceiling. Slowly, slowly, her heartbeat returned to normal and she went back behind the bar. ”I swear he kept some...aha!” Nerin popped back up, fingers curled around a little bottle full of whisky and brass shavings. She popped the cork. And downed it, feeling the familiar presence of her Allomancy returned to her. Finally. She surveyed the group before her, gathered around the dim bar like conspirators. “So,” she said, ambiently Soothing them to take the edge off their overwhelm. “Who wants a drink?” @Sorana @I think I am here. @Emperor Stick @Dr. Dapper
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Renata headed towards the forest, eying the trees with a critical gaze. She needed to find one that was tall, but also sturdy enough to bear her weight. There. She nodded, set her jaw, and began to climb. The lack of sleep and general stress of the last day made the exercise difficult, though there was also a sweet simplicity to the motions: hand, then foot, then hoist; repeat. After about eight minutes, she had reached high enough to see above the general canopy and survey this new, strange land. @Fatebreaker @Voidus
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Nerin took Attayl’s hand, tenuously. Something had changed in the girl - not much, but enough. A shadow of a smile flickered on Nerin’s mouth. She noted the distant, unsure tone in Brillin’s voice, the adrenaline in Aben’s. He had his sword drawn - when had that happened. Nerin sighed, then spit against the alley wall. Her mouth tasted foul, and her skirt was filthy, and she had no brass left in her. ”What can you do indeed?” She sighed. “Let’s go get cleaned up. We can all figure out what to do once we’ve had a bit of time to think.” @Sorana @I think I am here. @Dr. Dapper
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Slowly, dizzily, Nerin got to her feet. There was a note of panic in Attayl’s voice, though she could do nothing about that now. ”I didn’t want anything,” Nerin said, voice harsher than usual. “I just wanted a nice rusting night. I wanted to dance! Show a visitor a night on the rusting town.” She motioned to Brillin, who still stood a little ways off. Then she turned back to Attayl. This is who she really is, Nerin thought. Frightened, anxious, untrusting. Stupid girl - you never believe your own Soothing for truth. Nerin could see the distrust plainly in Attayl’s eyes, could almost hear her thoughts. ‘How much of it was real?’ All of it. Nerin wanted to scream. It was all real! She could no more conjure thoughts than she could fly. But no one thought of it like that, no one believed a Soother. What had Lance said? A Soother could never have an honest face? ”I just want to go home,” she said bitterly. “After that you never have to see me again.” @Sorana
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As though they were one, the three men all flinched, cowered for a moment, then turned and fled down the alley. The combination of relief and flaring her metal made Nerin go weak, and she stumbled, teetering on the edge of fainting. She let herself sag onto the filthy alley floor, hardly caring what she was sitting in. "That was..." she mumbled, then tried again. "That was clever." White spots popped before her eyes, and suddenly the damp, wet ground beneath her hands made her think of the blood on the dance floor, and that thick, meaty sound the man's head had made as Lance crunched it into the -- Nerin retched and was quietly, violently ill for a moment. She coughed, wiping her mouth. "I suppose I shouldn't have suggested the dance hall, should I?" she said ruefully. @I think I am here. @Sorana
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Clever, Nerin thought as Brillin put on his best Roughs accent. She did her best to look frightened - not difficult, actually, as she definitely was rather shaken. Nerin caught Brillin's eye as he turned back and quickly mouthed 'Soothing' at him, flicking her eyes towards the thugs in the alley. She let out a little breath, feeling her hands shake a little. There was just enough brass left in her stomach for one big flare - hopefully, she could flatten all but the unease of the robbers and they'd look for easier prey. It would be messy - she'd likely catch Brillin and Attayl in the wake of it. But that was something she'd have to risk. As Brillin shouted his last, Nerin flared brass, flattening confidence, curiosity, anger, greed, joy - everything but fear. She felt a tiny cry escape her mouth as she pushed towards them, almost falling over with the concentration. The three men in the alley staggered a bit, their positions becoming more hunched and unsure, and they eyed Brillin with real anxiety now. Come on, Nerin silently willed towards Brillin. One last push. Yell, scream - anything! Her reserves were completely empty now; she'd done what she could. @I think I am here.
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Nerin followed Attayl in a slight daze, mind carefully skirting the edges of what she'd just seen, what she'd just heard. Lance had saved her life - she should be grateful. She was grateful. But that sound. It kept playing in her mind, wet and brittle and thick. Lance's fine black shoes coated dark red. Red on the dancefloor. Red on the toes of her boots, on the hem of her skirt. 'I owe you a dance.' Nerin stumbled into Brillin, mind still foggy and reeling. They had stopped - why had they stopped? Then she saw them - three men, all varying degrees of ragged and street-worn, silhouetted in the mist. "Rusts," she moaned quietly, checking her brass reserves. She was running dangerously low, and a quick smoothing of her skirt confirmed her fears - she didn't have any more vials on her. @Sorana @I think I am here. @Dr. Dapper
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Nerin nodded, motioning to their other companions, who had also backed up towards the edges of the depot. Plenty of people were leaving now, some running, most slipping out quietly. The lines had been drawn in the sand, and it was time to decide where everyone stood. "Brillin's right, we need to go. Now." I hope Jeb left some wine out, she thought, trying to ignore the blood that painted the toes of her shoes slick and red. @Dr. Dapper @Emperor Stick
