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Through the Living Hope

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  1. DG Aventine nodded. @The Aspiring Archivist
  2. DG Aventine smiled. She signed, "Can I see that too?" When she'd finished signing, she held up a necklace of her own - that was one memory the two shared.
  3. She shrugged. "It's a good thought. Really. But some people are only willing to accept things their way and won't even consider an alternative option - I don't think he would have let me try it anyway." Aventine slipped the lerasium into a pocket in her jacket. "I am still tired, though. I want to sleep on this." She walked away, but without the stifled anger she'd had before. A small, gentle tap landed on Jar Man's shoulder.
  4. "I suppose. Then again, isn't it also customary practice to drink when in a good mood, as well?"
  5. Aventine didn't know how to respond to that, so she changed the subject. "I think this is the choice Waylen was talking about - I can choose to stay a Misting, or choose to become a Mistborn. I should probably think about it before I make a decision, though @The Aspiring Archivist
  6. “I’m still largely unskilled in what I have. I was forbidden from Allomancy for years. Even my diet was closely monitored.”
  7. She kept looking at the metal in awe, not looking at him. "What were you referring to, then?"
  8. "I knew most of Waylen's stories were true - I wasn't the only Misting in the House. But there was one metal in particular... one he spoke about in hushed tones, more so than any of the others. I thought it sounded too good to be true, but here we are." She lifted the fully carved bit of metal, a different color from the rest of the zinc necklace. "Lerasium - the metal that can make anyone who swallows it a Mistborn."
  9. Perceiving his silence, she said, "Not my work. I got used to pain eventually." She pulled the charm closer to her face and started making more precise slashes. "So I was right."
  10. The clump of zinc got smaller and smaller, and Aventine was slicing at it a little too quickly. The blade caught her thumb and drew blood." "Agh-!" She stuck her thumb in her mouth to get the blood off. Her sleeve slipped down slightly and showed scars - not self harm, but from her father. After a couple seconds, she went back to cutting.
  11. Aventine continued slicing at the charm, and the shavings created a small pile on the ground. "He said he'd heard rumors... did he really find it?" she muttered.
  12. She took it without looking (idiotically, but with no repercussions) and began carving at the necklace. "Would you store that zinc for me? I don't want to waste it, even if this doesn't go like I think it will."
  13. She shook her head again. "I'm just a Misting, not a Mistborn. You either have one power or all of them. I'd know by now. There's trace metals in just about everything - water, food, even some dinnerware. Enough to burn, so like I said, I know I only have one." Something seemed to click in her mind. "But Waylen... whenever my father wasn't around, he would tell stories. Even only being able to burn one type of metal, he thought it was important for me to know what they all did - he even told me about metals that only Mistborn can burn..." She glanced down at her necklace, and everything made sense. Aventine spun around faster than Jar Man had ever seen anyone spin. "I need a knife. Now!"
  14. Her eyebrows wrinkled in confusion as she looked back at him.
  15. Aventine shook her head, her hand still fiddling with the necklace. "And what makes me worth talking to?" she asked quietly.
  16. "And yet I've seen you kill other people - brutally. The goat... demon... things... Amaryllis, and the stories you've told of what you've done to people in the past... I don't get why you're nice to me, of all people."
  17. "I don't know why I trust you," Aventine admitted. "I figure, if I met you a few weeks ago, when I first ran away, you would have repelled me. Best I can guess I wouldn't want to be around another drug addict again - ever. "But for some reason, you don't make me feel like my, for lack of a better word, father, ever did. I feel safe talking with you. I've vented to you so much, I feel like you know more about how I think than he ever did. "Not only that, but you've saved my life - on multiple occasions. You don't treat me like scum for being 'born wrong', and you don't treat me worse than a skaa, like he did, and I don't understand why. None of this makes sense to me."
  18. Her face went slack. A man died for this, and that's all you have to say? She turned to DG Pic. "I'm going to bed." DG Pic waved his hand, as though saying "Be my guest."
  19. She looked down at the charm. It was large for a necklace, and it had no clear shape. It had once been a perfect sphere, but chunks had been removed to create an unusual shape. All the edges were perfectly straight, and each surface was flat. "From what little he said, he had to jump through a bunch of hoops to get anywhere close to obtaining it... I just know that it cost him at least his life." @TheRavenHasLanded
  20. "Eh..." she let out a small exhale and pulled the chain out from her shirt. The chain and pendant were both pure zinc. "It was from one of my Terris stewards, the night I ran away. He gave me a blade to take off shavings so I could burn it as I needed. He said... if I used enough, a choice would be presented. But I left before he had the chance to tell me what the choice was."
  21. "Oh... kay..." She began to fiddle with something attached to a thin chain around her neck.
  22. Aventine rose to her feet. "What... was that?"
  23. "WOAH! Calm down!" DG Pic yelled. Aventine fell over backwards (her neck had been bandaged by DG Ash while everyone had waited for Jar Man to wake up).
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