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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Jul 28, 2015 9:50:53 GMT
((See you later, and I'll try to be there. )) Chazan's eyebrows rose. "Tathingdwen. Say it with the Terris accent." He glanced around the kitchen and adopted his nervous-servant persona again, at least in looks. His hand quivered as he edged a hand towards another spoon. "Am I to understand that your son is, as with you, opposed to the regime of the Final Empire in general?"
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Post by Lylyss on Jul 29, 2015 0:46:28 GMT
"Oh, Jove hates laundry even more that I do. He's a Pewterarm. Very strong. Very brave." And very stupid, Ollin thought, but said nothing. "You can trust him." _________
((I'll edit in my obligator. His profile is alllllmost done. :) ))
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Jul 30, 2015 4:39:37 GMT
Chazan picked up the spoon and dried it. "I will trust your judgement, since you are his mother." He fell silent for a few seconds. "Is there anything else I can arrange for you, Mistress Ollin? Do you have lodging in Tathingdwen?"
((Sounds good.))
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Post by Lylyss on Jul 30, 2015 5:32:24 GMT
((I'll have to reply in the morning--it's time for my writing group. :P Sorry!))
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Jul 30, 2015 5:34:46 GMT
((I see. Have fun!))
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Post by Lylyss on Jul 31, 2015 5:13:23 GMT
((Okay. So I made two characters. :P Name: Tiberius Parse Gender: Male Age: 22 Occupation: Coinshot mercenary. Description: Tall and fair. Abnormally fair. His hair is almost translucent. It hangs down in thin, colorless threads, like spiderwebs or strings of plastic. Aside from this, however, Tiberius is very handsome. Impressive build, strong jaw, blue eyes. Personality: Soft. Gentle. Deadly. Tiberius rarely raises his voice. In fact, he rarely speaks at all, and is suspicious of conversation in general. Prefers silence. Likes to sit on the sidelines with a notebook, observing others and recording their actions for later study. History: As the youngest son of a country noble, Tiberius lived a monkish lifestyle until--according to rumor--his father delivered an ultimatum: Get married, get a job, or get out. Tiberius got out. Currently works as an mercenary for thieving crews or House lords. Abilities: Adept with a knife. Perceptive. Clever. Burns steel. Weapons: Coin pouch. Bag of glass shards, which have one end dipped in lead. Obsidian knife. Metal vials. Armor: Leather vest, gloves and a thick leather belt. Weaknesses: Antisocial; makes a lot of enemies. Inexperienced on the street. Other: Name: August Breighton Gender: Male. Occupation: Obligator. Age: 30 Description: A squat, neckless man. Looks like his head was set directly on his shoulders. Block-jaw, flat nose, wide mouth. Tattoos curl around his disproportionately small eyes. Personality: Cold. Cruel. Calculating. A man of the world. Works hard when it’s in his best interests, but takes no pleasure in his job, living for stolen moments at balls and parties. History: As the eldest son of a country noble, August was charged with resurrecting his family estate--an impossible task. The plantation is six feet deep in debt. Obligating seemed like an easy way to get rich. Recently arrived in Terris. His superiors want him to investigate rumors of dissent among the locals and report back within the month. Abilities: A well-rounded opponent. Adept with an assortment of weapons, including swords, knives, and his bare fists. While August is not a Misting, he has extensive knowledge of Allomancy, which he exploits to his advantage. Weapons: Dueling cane, hidden knives, jeweled knuckle dusters (family heirloom). Armor: Padded vest, cape, thick boots and gloves. Weaknesses: No Allomantic gift. Heavyset. Slower than most. Other:)) Chazan picked up the spoon and dried it. "I will trust your judgement, since you are his mother." He fell silent for a few seconds. "Is there anything else I can arrange for you, Mistress Ollin? Do you have lodging in Tathingdwen?" ((Sounds good.)) "That won't be--" Ollin froze. A man was loitering nearby. He wore the tattered apron of a hall boy, but his eyes were too bright, too edgy, a far cry from the other downcast servants. A spy? Ollin burned bronze. No, definitely not a spy--or at least not a Tineye. Felt more like a… Coinshot. "Don't look now, Master Terrisman, but that fellow behind you is burning an awful lot of steel. And given all the metal in the kitchen…" Including the silverware. Ollin gulped. It would be so easy for the boy to Push a fork through her throat. "Perhaps we should adjourn early." _____________ Augustus Breighton sent word that he would arrive at four o'clock. By three he was checking into his hotel. An hour early. On purpose. No better way to catch your enemies off guard. He threw his bags down to the floor and snapped at one of the servants. "You. Boy. Take these up to my room."
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Aug 1, 2015 4:27:01 GMT
((Awesome! Both characters sound really cool. I put them on the Cosmere blog.))
"I see." Chazan mentally checked his goldmind. He kept a coppermind schedule of which metalmind he would fill each night. Thankfully, the goldmind was full. He hadn't had to use it recently. "I perceive that you were about to say that me finding you lodgings won't be necessary. I shall see you tomorrow, then. If you intend to remain here"—his voice dropped—"I will leave a note in my room at Linwhistle using the coding method I sent you, telling you tomorrow's meeting point. I assume it should be relatively easy for you to get into my room to clean it."
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Post by Lylyss on Aug 1, 2015 7:45:04 GMT
Ollin gave Chazan a curt nod, then stood shakily, exaggerating her arthritis for the Coinshot's benefit. Hopefully he would label her as a weak opponent. "See you then." She shuffled out of the kitchen on the pretext of sweeping the lobby. Again. ________
The Coinshot watched Chazan from the corner of his eyes. Waiting.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Aug 1, 2015 8:08:39 GMT
Chazan nodded and continued drying the spoons until the last of them lay twinkling in the pile. He didn't bother with tin. He didn't need tin right now. Instead, he started filling his pewterminds and ironminds at a nearly imperceptible rate, preparing for a possible conflict. When he finished, he picked up his bundle and wandered into the main room, heading for the stairs and the upstairs rooms. (( Lylyss: What hotel is August staying at? The Linwhistle?))
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Post by Lylyss on Aug 2, 2015 5:49:13 GMT
Chazan nodded and continued drying the spoons until the last of them lay twinkling in the pile. He didn't bother with tin. He didn't need tin right now. Instead, he started filling his pewterminds and ironminds at a nearly imperceptible rate, preparing for a possible conflict. When he finished, he picked up his bundle and wandered into the main room, heading for the stairs and the upstairs rooms. (( Lylyss: What hotel is August staying at? The Linwhistle?)) ((Yup! :) )) "Allllllright." August rubbed his hands together. "We've got work to do, boys. Lots and lots of work." He began to pace before a trio of acolytes, boots thump-thump-thumping on the rich red carpet. "Before we begin, however, I want to tell you a story. "Once upon a time, there was a very smart, very handsome Obligator named September. He had three assistants: Ophus, Jester and Bandible." Iphus, Jeska and Mandible, the acolytes, nodded silently. "When times got hard, all four were dispatched to uproot uprisings in a far-off dominance--a dominance populated by short people. 'Awwww!' Jester said during the middle of an interrogation. 'They're so cute!' 'And gentle, too,' Ophus agreed. 'In fact, these folks are so obliging that they can't possibly be rebels.' As if to prove his point, another short man came into the room with a tray of refreshments. Bandible took one bite and died. The end." August turned on his heel. "Boys, I want you to think long and hard about my story. We can't trust these Terrismen. No matter how docile they appear, everyone is guilty until proven innocent." ______ The Coinshot immediately followed Chazan, making no secret of his presence.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Aug 4, 2015 5:29:45 GMT
Chazan tapped steel to speed his ability to climb the stairs. In the uninhabited higher corridor, he opened a pouch and rubbed dark ash on his face to give himself the shadow of a beard, then added an eyepatch from his store of disguises and stuffed his package into his shirt. He tapped pewter. His build widened and became taller as his muscles swelled. Finally, Chazan selected a gold coin from his pouch and began storing health to give himself a bad-sounding cough. Confident in his new disguise, he returned round the corner and scowled at the Coinshot presumably following him up the stairs, then coughed in the man's face and stumped down the stairs.
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Post by Lylyss on Aug 4, 2015 6:24:21 GMT
"Liquor." The Coinshot threw out a hand, trying to catch Chazan on his way down. "There's liquor on your breath." And the man he was stalking had a drink not ten minutes ago.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Aug 4, 2015 6:28:24 GMT
Chazan shook off the man's hand and growled at him. "Git yer dirty paws offa me, yer ash-stained hobo, or I'll git yer outta this here hotel. Whadda yer want?"
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Post by Lylyss on Aug 4, 2015 6:39:28 GMT
"Money," the Coinshot said, nonplussed.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Aug 4, 2015 6:43:14 GMT
Chazan spat at him. "I ain't got nuthin' for yer. Go rob some rich noble or summat. Git yerself kilt and leave me alone." He began thumping down the stairs again.
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Post by Lylyss on Aug 4, 2015 6:44:26 GMT
Tiberius followed, making no secret of his presence.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Aug 4, 2015 6:48:21 GMT
((Titus or Tiberius?))
Chazan stopped halfway down the stairs and turned to scowl at the Coinshot. "Whaddid I tell yer? Last warnin', hobo. Stop hounding me or I'm throwing yer out."
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Post by Lylyss on Aug 4, 2015 6:55:09 GMT
((*Facepalm* Lol. His name was Titus at first, but then I changed it to Tiberius. Thanks for pointing that out.))
Tiberius held out a hand. His message couldn't be clearer: If you want me to leave, pay up.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Aug 4, 2015 6:59:52 GMT
Chazan reached for the back of Tiberius's collar.
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Post by Lylyss on Aug 4, 2015 7:10:01 GMT
Oh dear. Tiberius stepped back, whipping out a dagger with one hand, while the other released a handful of boxings. A simple Push sent them zipping toward Chazan. Don't hurt him. He adjusted his angle so that the coins wouldn't pierce anything vital.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Aug 4, 2015 7:12:32 GMT
Chazan mentally scolded himself for not checking Tiberius for weapons. As the coins ripped into his skin from point-blank range, he growled and lashed out with a punch at Tiberius's chest, his muscles already swollen by pewter. "Coinshot!" he bellowed, making more than one of the hotel's patrons look up. Some jumped to their feet and backed away, calling for the hazekillers, the Steel Ministry, the Lord Ruler, anyone who could save them from this apparent threat.
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Post by Lylyss on Aug 4, 2015 7:44:01 GMT
Ollin glanced up. Coinshot? She muttered under her breath--something about chores and Terrismen and cleaning up after children--then slipped up the stairs. Chazan might need help after all. _________
Tiberius flew back, landing hard on his tailbone. Should've seen that coming. And raising the alarm? A clever countermeasure. One he could emulate. "Feruchemist!" He shouted. "Feruchemist on the stairwell!" _________
August paused, tilting his head. Were those… shouts outside?
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Aug 4, 2015 8:04:52 GMT
Chazan stomped towards his felled opponent and aimed a smack at the hand holding the dagger. "Shoopid hobo."
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Post by Lylyss on Aug 4, 2015 8:17:08 GMT
(("Stupid hobo." Lol. Quote of the day.))
Tiberius rolled underneath Chazan, coming up from behind and released another spray of coins. Again, not aiming to kill. "This would be so much easier if you paid up."
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Aug 4, 2015 8:22:14 GMT
Chazan spun, grabbed a boxing coin out of the air, and threw it at Tiberius's head. "Whadda yer need money fer? You's got 'nuff already." He lunged for Tiberius, hands extended as if to break the Coinshot's neck.
The front door of the Linwhistle Hotel banged open, and two figures carrying duelling canes and wooden shields stepped inside. The elder hazekiller's eyes locked onto the combat on the stairwell, and he and his much younger companion slowly advanced. "What's going on here?" demanded the elder hazekiller.
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Post by Lylyss on Aug 4, 2015 8:51:22 GMT
These are clips, Tiberius thought as he sidestepped Chazan. You know what a clip can buy? That's right. Nothing. He glanced downstairs, scowling at the hazekillers just a few steps below. This was getting out of hand. Probably a good time to cut and run. Literally. Tiberius took one last swing at Chazan, counting on the Terrisman to block his blade. "I know who you are," he hissed. "I know what you're doing. If you want my discretion, pay up." With one last burst of Allomancy, Tiberius Pushed against a massive chandelier and was thrown downstairs, straight into the hazekillers. ______
Ollin gripped her broom, watching from an unobtrusive corner. ______
Augustus burst out of his suite, eyes darting about for the source of the disturbance.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Aug 4, 2015 9:00:20 GMT
Chazan leapt backwards, dodging the dagger, and landed awkwardly on the step behind him. "Yer a shoopid hobo." He shook his head. "Shoopid." Meanwhile, he stored all his memories of Tiberius in his coppermind. He had contacts in this city—enough to make one vagrant disappear. He stumped downstairs, following Tiberius's flying route. Not a good idea for the Coinshot to show off. That spider-haired noble caused enough of a disturbance to make him a topic of conversation at the Linwhistle Hotel for the next week. Maybe he'd come back and listen in his steward guise sometime.
The elder hazekiller managed to dodge Tiberius's landing and immediately moved in to attack, swinging his wooden duelling cane in a powerful downwards blow.
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Post by Lylyss on Aug 4, 2015 9:23:42 GMT
Dueling cane to the shoulder. Tiberius buckled. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Thankfully, he still had the presence of mind to Push on the chandelier, slamming himself into the far wall. Coins flew from his hand as he went. Hopefully that would keep them occupied long enough for him to slip out the door.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Aug 4, 2015 9:31:38 GMT
Hazekillers were trained to deal with Allomancers such as Tiberius. The elder one pursued, approaching quickly but carefully with his shield in front of him and his duelling cane at the ready. The younger one hesitated, then followed.
Chazan used the distraction to slip out of the door. He'd posed as a bouncer employed by the Linwhistle Hotel, but too much investigation would prove that the hotel had actually never employed him. Besides, he needed time to consider the new threat posed by the Coinshot. He didn't know how much the Coinshot knew, but he definitely knew something. That would pose a problem, but hopefully only a slight one. Every Terrisman believed that one day they would be free, and he knew more than one Terrisman who talked about resistance in secret but never did anything about it.
For now, he needed to get back to the Governor's residence. No one would suspect the steward of the Terris Dominance's ruler by proxy of being a rebel. In an empty alley, he released his pewterminds and tapped gold. The healing process spat out the coins that had lodged themselves in his skin, and the cuts closed immediately. Chazan quickly changed into his steward outfit, stripped off the eyepatch, rubbed the ash from his face with a chemical compound he kept handy, and returned to the world as Master Vaht Chazan.
((EDIT: I've enjoyed this, but I really need to get to bed now. Due to our speech competition last night, I went to bed at past eleven last night.))
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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Aug 5, 2015 6:56:36 GMT
((Imma join! )) Name: Abokai Bronn Gender: Male Age: Appears to be in mid-60s Occupation: Steel Inquisitor Description: Unnervingly muscular for his age, Abokai towers above most men. His face is wrinkled and scarred, the signature tattoos and spiked eyes of a Steel Inquisitor give him a disturbing, unearthly appearance. Personality: Though he rarely says a word, Abokai has the ability to swallow up the life in a room. Not even the hint of emotion can be seen on his face. He has become something of a legend amongst the Ministry. History: Abokai has been an Inquisitor for as long as anyone can remember, tracking down rogue Mistborn. Abilities: Can burn all Allomantic metals. Even without the aid of Allomancy, Abokai is a force to be reckoned with-- extremely dangerous with his obsidian axes. However, with Allomancy, he becomes a force of nature, feared by all so unfortunate as to be his target. Weapons: Two obsidian axes, and a short, three tailed whip with shards of glass tied into the strands. He only gets the latter out on "special" occasions. Armor: Black robes of an inquisitor, thick leather armor beneath it. Weaknesses: Beheading, removal of the spike on his back. Other: None.
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