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Jeb frowned, then cocked his head to Atmose. "Get back here kid. Congratulations, you're running the bar. Don't get anyone too drunk till I get back, eh?" He tossed his bar towel to the kid and grinned a bit as he made his way to the back parlor room. The grin slid off his face as he entered, seeing a very shaken Nerin, a black-clad stranger in a mask, and hundreds of tiny pieces of glass littering the floor. "What's all this now?" Jeb said, quickly reaching out to soothe any panic or urge to fight. The last thing he needed was more people breaking things. He glared at the masked newcomer. "And who the rusting hell are you?" Nerin looked up at him, and he could feel her own soothing ease his anger. That girl burns too much brass. Probably doesn't even know she's doing it. He heaved a sigh. "Right, well, you'll be payin' for that, whoever you are. Welcome to Sethwick's Soothing Parlor, er..." He took in the mistcoat. "My...Lord?" @Invocation
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Nerin didn't think her eyebrows could travel any further up her forehead, but this man was quickly proving her wrong on many accounts. Almost unconsciously, Nerin reached into her pocket and brought out another vial of brass flakes, popping off the cork and taking it all in one shot. The warm, cozy burn of brass sprang to life within her, and she immediately got to work on the man before her, resisting the urge to soothe him none-too-gently and instead slowly tamping down some of his energy. "Please," she said, gesturing towards the armchairs in the room. "Take a seat. This is a Soothing parlor so needless to say the fun we've been having has been rather soothing." She took a seat herself, careful not to tread in the spilled tea. "What do I call my freelance re-decorator?" Nerin glanced flatly at the shattered window. Jeb is going to have a rusting fit.
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The glass window in the north end of the parlor shattered and Nerin cried out, jumping up from her chair. Immediately, her hands went to her hairpin daggers, and she pulled the little wooden sheath off of one, brandishing it in her right hand. The teapot on the table wobbled twice, then fell, echoing the window in its smaller, softer shattering. Somehow, Nerin had kept burning brass. No, she realized, checking her reserves and looking around at the nearby patrons. I flared it. For a moment, everyone would have felt a deep, smothering nothingness. The source of the shattering, a masked man in a black mistcoat, crouched on the ground like some mistborn from the World of Ash. "I hope that I'm not late to the party," he said, standing slowly. "I do so dislike errors of punctuality." Nerin felt her mouth open in a little 'oh', still trying to collect her thoughts and calm her racing heart. She had every intention of giving this man the sharp end of her tongue, but instead what came out of her mouth was, "You broke my rusting window you complete git." @Invocation
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Renata sighed. How could she describe it? This place made her skin crawl like someone had stuffed her with cremlings. And what were they to do when the scattered dead began rotting? Any fool knew that carrion brought sickness and scavengers. Still, she had had enough of arguing. After the events of the last hour, she yearned for silence. "Get some rest," she said quietly. "We can make our decisions with the sunrise."
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Nerin raised an eyebrow at him, reaching out with a soothing to brush away his reservations, some of his distrust, his inhibition. She made room for his curiosity to assert itself. "To see if you...what?" She said lightly, resting her chin on her hand and looking into the man's eyes. Gold, true golden eyes. Now there's a thing.
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From the album: RP Doodles
My character in the Scadrial Thread, Nerin Falswell, standing outside the Soothing parlor. -
Renata turned at that, squinting against the brightness of the fire. "That's a good question. Maybe? Though Lizanne saw it while we were scavenging - no one was killed then. But I suppose all the dead around..." Renata grimaced. "It's just one more reason to leave this place. Too many bodies, too much death. At least Hellbent's body is out there somewhere, and not here. If death attracts the eye, it'll be out in the forest." She tried to make her voice sound confident, but her fingers shook as she put her pencil back on the journal page to make a note of the possibility.
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Alleycant #2! As requested @Ark1002
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From the album: RP Doodles
It's here: Alleycant #2!! In the wake of the "Game of Thrones" finale, this only seemed appropriate. Featuring @Invocation's character Malu, and his beloved, constantly-beset Odd Job Tavern. Hurriedly colored because I only have an hour for lunch -
"True enough." Lita frowned, thinking. "Perhaps they're already working with another group? Maybe someone else has already hired them to assess the growing chaos. We could look into their communiques."
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Nerin blinked, realizing she'd missed someone. She turned to the man, replaying his question. "Oh," she said, feeling her mouth slide back into its customary easy smile. "Yes, I am. My name's Nerin. Would you care to sit?" She swept a hand towards the available armchairs nearby. @Dr. Dapper
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Lita peered at KanMien's phone, then nodded. The devices still confused her a bit, but then, most things were confusing these days. "Oh, I wasn't suggesting we trust them," Lita sniffed, taking a sip of port. "But if we can get our hands on their intel? That I would trust. They're a nest of assassins - they won't want to be going in blind on faulty information."
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Nerin accepted her pot of tea from the boy, smiling at him. "Has Jeb got you running drinks already? Well, thank you." She fished around in her pocket and pulled out a clip, holding it up. "This is for you, and don't feel guilty about waiting around for a tip from someone round here. Just look pitiful and one of us will send them a nice little soothing to plead your case." @Emperor Stick She tapped the side of her nose and pressed the clip into his hand. Steam rose from the spout of the little pot, and she wafted a bit towards her, inhaling deeply. Black and bitter. Just as she liked it. Nerin poured herself a small cup and cradled it in her hands, savoring the warmth as she watched Brillin and Attayl puzzle through the steps of a waltz. The sight of them filled her with a sweet kind of ache, and she continued soothing them. She imagined that soon, she wouldn't even need to lend them any brass at all - they'd trust one another all on their own. For one brief moment, Nerin indulged herself and imagined dancing in Attayl's place, laughing, feeling the warmth of someone's hand against her back, reflecting someone's smile back at him. And would you believe it? Would you believe it even if you had it? Nerin sipped her tea and looked away. No. No, she would not. It was the curse of her Allomancy, the price for the gift of influence. Life was all just a game, each person trying to push others across the board. And Nerin had more push than most.
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We very nearly did. Renata managed a weak half-smile. "Don't mention it." She walked back to the fire and set her back to it, letting the glow fall on her journal while preserving her view of the misty night. She took the pencil out from behind her ear and began writing, sketching her own version of the eye in the top corner of the page. There was so much they didn't know. Silently, she cursed the Doctor for leading them into this mess, and she cursed herself as one of the Ten Fools for accepting his invitation.
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Renata looked back to Arun, realizing the girl had spoken. "I'm sorry," she said, getting up and settling the journals in the crook of her arm. She went back to Arun and crouched down. "Hellbent went mad, and he... killed Tish. Then he chased Lisa into the forest. She killed him." And there's a giant red eye out there somewhere that could turn us all into murderous cannibals. "You should try and rest - I'm sorry I woke you so roughly, but I was worried you might die." Renata pulled one of the apples from her coat pocket and handed it to Arun. "Eat this, then sleep. It'll be slow travelling tomorrow, but we'll need to put as much distance between ourselves and this place as we can." @Blessing of Potency
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Renata stood up from where she'd settled Arun, then sheathed her boot knife when Lisa said Hellbent was dead. Her eyes went wide at the shardblade. "If she has that blade, he is dead," Renata said, somewhat in awe. She walked over to Lisa and sat beside her, noticing that she seemed to be favoring her arm. Cut by the blade? No coming back from that, though she decided not to mention it yet. Better to let her savor her victory for a bit. "I'll take the watch now, Lizanne," Renata called. The woman looked half-dead on her feet, and she'd need her strength for travel tomorrow. She pointedly avoided looking at Wilhelm's trap, where Tish's body still lay scorched and ravaged by teeth-marks. "We should still plan to leave tomorrow, we can't linger here." Renata rumaged in her pack and brought out both the Doctor's and her own journal, along with a pencil. "Who knows what else is out there..." There would be no more sleep for her tonight; she might as well begin writing a report of her own. @Sorana @kenod @I think I am here.
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Game of Thrones (Spoilers for the latest episodes)
ZincAboutIt replied to Wander89's topic in Entertainment Discussion
Ahh well everyone reads a story differently! That’s what makes this fun. -
Game of Thrones (Spoilers for the latest episodes)
ZincAboutIt replied to Wander89's topic in Entertainment Discussion
Lol you don’t have to lie, it’s more a fault of the show. Show-Bran isn’t quite right, but so much of his plot line was internal and very magic-heavy which isn’t a direction the show went. If I had only watched the show I likely wouldn’t have enjoyed him much either. -
Game of Thrones (Spoilers for the latest episodes)
ZincAboutIt replied to Wander89's topic in Entertainment Discussion
This makes me so sad, Bran is one of my absolute faves! I don’t think they did him justice in the show, but I consider him one of if not THE most important people in the plot. Bran forever! -
LOL "JRR Tolkien as Slowswift" and the Music Production!!! Oh Harmony, this is amazing! -
Lita took a cookie from the plate and bit off a sizable mouthfull. "Goo aia," she attempted, then frowned, swallowing rather too much cookie and coughing a bit. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Good idea." A sip of port smoothed out her vocal cords. "Rusts where are you getting this stuff?" she pointed to the port. "That's the intelligence I'd like to gather today." Lita took another - smaller - bite of cookie and grabbed the dessert plate and a few extra glasses before heading back into the study. She set them down on the table, swirling her port and thinking. "We've been given the go-ahead to work with TUBA should we desire, though I'm wondering if the Ghostbloods have more accurate information? They are assassins, surely they have at least some kind of spy network already in place, plus they're almost certainly going to be less..." Lita clasped her hands under her chin and widened her eyes in a parody of innocence, pouting her mouth, "bleeding-heart about all those poor innocents out there." She sighed, flopping down into a chair, and looked over to the kandra. What was their name? KanMien? "You gave some kind of report on what's happening outside earlier. Where were you getting that information?" @Voidus @kenod
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Jeb watched the pair leave, then opened the second envelope. The number scrawled there was even larger than Willet's dues, and punctuated with an odd symbol he'd seen scratched into a few walls and painted onto a few alleys in the last months: a horseshoe stylized into the Allomantic symbol for tin. The implication was clear. "We're watching you." Rusts, Jeb thought. This won't end well. He lifted an iron kettle off a small burner behind the bar and poured a little pot of tea for Nerin. As it steeped, he motioned to the boy he'd just hired. "Oi, come here then lad. Take this into the parlor room and give it to the lady in the armchair. Long dark hair. Name's Nerin, she works here." @Emperor Stick
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Game of Thrones (Spoilers for the latest episodes)
ZincAboutIt replied to Wander89's topic in Entertainment Discussion
I am relatively happy with this ending, it is satisfying to me. I like how basically Westeros is now stacked with Starks: Bran as King of the 6 Kingdoms, Sansa in the North, and Jon effectively as "King Beyond the Wall." I thought for sure they were going to kill off the last dragon, but I'm rather glad they didn't. Leaves some magic left in the world. While this last season hasn't been very great, I did like the last episode. It tied up enough things, and enough of my favorite characters made it through that I'm not super sad. I have been entertaining myself with imagining Bran as his own Master of Whisperers just making all his birds fly around and listening to stuff. "Oh hey, heard you were talkin' trash about me." "Your Grace I would nev--" "I WAS THERE I WAS A BIRD." But I will never stop being mad about how they WASTED Jaime's character arc. WHYYY?! -
Lita took the dagger by the hilt, then, grimacing, she pressed the blade against the top of her forearm. Despite Laurelai's warning that it wasn't particularly sharp, her skin parted with chilling ease beneath the steel. For a moment there was nothing, then a sharp, clean pain blossomed on her arm along with a stripe of warm blood. "Rusts," Lita swore, and extinguished her tin. Stupid. The pain lessened a bit, but still stung. She held the gold coin in her left hand and tried reaching out for it the same way she did with her brassminds. Though she half-expected it, she was still rather stunned to discover a whole wealth of something within the coin. Here goes nothing. Lita tapped gold. Instantly, her skin began to re-knit itself, scabbing, scarring, then fading into... nothing. Lita let go of the gold, staring at her arm in disbelief. "Holy rusting hell," she said, then felt a wide, stupid grin come over her face. With great effort, Lita resisted the urge to jump into the air, instead opting for a slight shake of her shoulders. She looked at the glasses and the bottle of port, still smiling, then recalled the Stranger's words of warning. Her grin slipped a bit, and she slid the coin back into her pocket. "So, PlasmaCore." Lita rubbed her eyes, suddenly tired. "What do you think is our best angle? Also, and I do hate to be rude, but I am in dire need of some of that." She pointed to the port. "And we should likely find some food, unless we want to begin this mission utterly soused beyond our wits." @Voidus
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Lita took in Laurelai's inner quarters with a small sense of satisfaction, suddenly not feeling quite so embarrassed over the state of her own rooms. "I'll come help," Lita offered, not waiting for a reply. She followed Laurelai into her little kitchen, then pulled the coin out of her pocket. "This thing is way more than a token," she said holding it up. "It's a Feruchemical medallion - a good-luck charm type thing." Lita squeezed her eyes, trying to recall everything the Stranger had said. "There's Chromium, um... duralumin? Yes. It gets hot if there's danger too. And..." Lita cut off, looking down at the coin. The gold coin. "And Feruchemical gold," she finished, almost whispering. Part of her was terrified that Laurelai would steal this thing from her, but another told her it was ridiculous to keep this information from someone she was about to partner with on such a dangerous mission. Someone needed to know, in case things got bad. "Apparently, it'll also take me back to the Alleys if I really need it." And I can use it like some kind of mad telegraph to speak directly with the Stranger. That was certainly something she deeply hoped she did not need to use. Ever. Lita was silent for another moment before looking up at Laurelai. It was time to do some practical research on this thing. "So," she said carefully, flipping the coin. "Do you have a knife around here?"
