|
Post by jliessa44 on Mar 13, 2016 2:28:10 GMT
"Not so far." With a shrug, Beck looked over at the others. "But I don't know very much yet."
|
|
|
Post by Leilani Sunblade on Mar 13, 2016 2:33:42 GMT
"Hmm," was Tally's only not-quite-comment. She wasn't really surprised- but she'd had to at least ask. Her gaze wandered to the door as she fidgeted and wondered where Westing was.
|
|
|
Post by jliessa44 on Mar 13, 2016 3:02:14 GMT
Mil and Dev made their way to the meeting at a leisurely pace. Though Mil could go much faster, Dev preferred to not rush things. Besides, some of the scars hidden under his clothes made his joints stiff. No sense in pushing him unless they had to. Or so Mil figured.
Dev on the other hand, was just enjoying being outside without bending over a dirty barren field, even despite the ash. The one downside would be that the longer they were out and about, the longer his sister was on display. And he'd rather get her out of sight before anyone had time to recognize the short buff skaa woman with all the piercings and realized that she or her brother had beaten up their buddy. --------- Beck nodded and fell silent, both arms folded behind his back now.
|
|
|
Post by Lylyss on Mar 15, 2016 1:53:22 GMT
Gali snorted. "You think so? If there were knives in my sleeves I'd have thrown one through your eye by now. Through the glass and all." She shook her head and retreated to the bed, where she sat cross-legged and sniffed the peaches. Kell wouldn't have poisoned them. With her pewter, she could survive poison, and he wouldn't have had time. She dug a peach out of the can and licked the syrupy preservative off before eating the peach itself.
"Ollin is correct," Chazan said. "Call her woman if you absolutely must address her. For the purposes of this ploy she is your servant." He paused and glanced at Ollin behind Jove's back. "Let me put it this way, Lord Jove. While we are in character in public, your decision is law. But please, do nothing to break the act. Ollin, would you fill him in on the rest of the details?" He bowed. "I will prepare your carriage now, my lord."
The Shardbearer stood and folded his arms, both hands fisted. "I will not concede to demands." He pointed to Kisma. "You, on the horse." His finger moved to Brune. "You, back to the village." Then to Daradin. "Get out of my sight." Jove frowned. This didn't feel right. A man should call his mother Mommy, for goodness sake! Anything else felt terribly improper. He started to argue once more, but Ollin gave him the look, and Jove knew that further discussion would be pointless. "Very well. But remember, I mean no disrespect." "Of course not, child. In fact..." Ollin tilted her head. "Why don't we make our own secret code? 'Shut up' means 'I love you.' 'Out of my way' means 'great job!' And 'dirty skaa' could stand for 'wow, my Mommy is the best Mommy in the world.'" Jove grinned. "Shut up." ____________ Kell ignored the jibe. Instead, he sniffed the peaches and grimaced. "Oh! Koloss flesh! I forgot that the Ministry preserves that in here." "That wasn't a demand," Kisma muttered. "That was a suggestion." But as he'd agreed to it, more or less, and that was the important bit. So, she moved obediently towards the horse- though she didn't climb back on in case Brune decided to do something else foolish. The Shardbearer's glowering faceplate swivelled to face Brune. Brune stood there for a moment, sweating, panting. This was his chance to run. But... could he abandon Kisma? An unarmed woman? "Storm it all," he muttered. I'll go down like hero, not some washed-up beggar. Brune straightened and glared at the Shardbearer. "First, tell me what you want with her."
|
|
|
Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Mar 15, 2016 6:22:28 GMT
Rivven dragged a hand through his hair, took a deep breath, and strode into the room. Was anyone there? Yes, he recognized one man. Short. Barrelish. Scratching on a piece of paper. Unfortunately, the rest of the crew had yet to arrive... What if they never did? It's still early. No reason to panic.But so much was at stake. This would be their first meeting, since receiving Rivven's anonymous job offer, and everything rested upon his ability to pitch the heist. To convince other Mistings that Keep Seldon was a profitable venture. Be cool. Calm. Professional. He approached the stumpy man and offered a hand to shake. "You're Raul, right?" Raul jerked at the sound and spun to face Rivven. He'd made a blatant error in the map copy—he'd have to erase it later. Rusts. He burned another pulse of bronze, seeking for metals being burned, before taking Rivven's hand and shaking it. "Yeah. I'm Raul. And you're Rivven." He gave a crooked grin. "I did some research when your message came through anonymous. Made sure you weren't an obligator or an informant." He looked the crewleader up and down. The man—boy?—was slender. Skinny, even. He'd have to change that. Maybe raid a meat shipment from the southern Dominances and fatten Rivven up. If he were truly an Allomancer—hey, if he even wanted to be a crewleader—he needed more meat on those bones. Raul folded his arms. "How many are coming?"
Pater wandered into the room, pulling the shawl closer round his shoulders, and gave Raul an imperceptible nod. The man caught his eyes and raised an eyebrow. Pater shrugged, grinned at Raul's confused expression, and took the best chair in the room. A sixty-year-old deserved cushioning, after all. Jove frowned. This didn't feel right. A man should call his mother Mommy, for goodness sake! Anything else felt terribly improper. He started to argue once more, but Ollin gave him the look, and Jove knew that further discussion would be pointless. "Very well. But remember, I mean no disrespect." "Of course not, child. In fact..." Ollin tilted her head. "Why don't we make our own secret code? 'Shut up' means 'I love you.' 'Out of my way' means 'great job!' And 'dirty skaa' could stand for 'wow, my Mommy is the best Mommy in the world.'" Jove grinned. "Shut up." The sound of Ollin and Jove's conversation faded as Chazan strode down the corridor. Resplendent in Terris steward robes, he made the skaa outside jump to attention with his first command. Within minutes the carriage was ready, and a lesser noble sat on the driver's seat at the front. Chazan circled the carriage with an attentive eye. Lord Deidoa's carriage was nothing fancy. Garish, yes. Fancy, no. The body was painted a lurid shade of lime green. Chazan ran a finger along the flaking yellow paint on the wheels and shook his head. Still, there wasn't much he could do. At least the bright colours would make the carriage stand out if they had to make a quick getaway. If they had to make a quick getaway, their pursuers would have little trouble following them. He sighed, shook his head, and went to find Ollin and Jove. Gali raised her eyebrows and fished another peach out of the can. "You know, that could be a great swear word. Koloss flesh." She popped the peach into her mouth and swallowed it whole. "I'm stealing it." The Shardbearer's Blade reformed inches from Brune's neck. "Don't question me."
|
|
|
Post by Leilani Sunblade on Mar 15, 2016 13:29:46 GMT
(( Lylyss : That last Ollin and Jove post made me grin. )) Calden, overhearing Raul and Rivven's conversation as he approached the two, hid his surprise. So the boy was the one who'd made the offer, not the older man? Unusual. No wonder Tally had been able to discover so little about him. But ambitious- Calden could respect that. He covered the last few steps and offered his hand to Rivven. "You're our crewleader, then?" ~~~ Tally fidgeted again, uncomfortably feeling like she ought to say something else but not sure what. Bother Westing; he's rubbing off on me. She glanced around the room, noting the latest arrival. She'd seen the man before, she knew, begging in the streets. Apparently he was a thief as well . . . whatever he brought to the table, it must be impressive for him to have survived this long. The door swung open and Westing entered, grinning casually. He glanced over the room, taking in those already there, and then headed for Tally and Beck. "Hello, Tally. Making friends already?" He offered a hand to Beck. "Westing. You are?" ------- Kisma groaned under her breath. Not again . . . Then again, only a true idiot would antagonize a Shardbearer with the Blade at his very throat. Perhaps this still wouldn't end with death . . . "It was a fair question, if you ask me. For all he knows, you're some pagan cultist who needs a relatively fair maiden to sacrifice in an occult ritual, or something else like that. No offense meant; I'm simply stating a fact."
|
|
|
Post by jliessa44 on Mar 15, 2016 16:58:18 GMT
"Beck." He shook the man's hand with a twitch of his lips towards the good side of his face. "You know sunshine here? Family, or..." ------ Mil and Dev entered minutes later and surveyed the room from the back.
Mil was smiling, excited to begin a new adventure, crack more heads.
Dev was scowling as he counted up the population and realized it was predominantly male. To Mil, he growled quietly, "Be careful."
|
|
|
Post by Leilani Sunblade on Mar 15, 2016 17:08:26 GMT
"Family- my little sister, to be exact." Westing grinned. "Don't let her scare you off with her scowls. She's rather nice, once she decides she doesn't need to throw things at you- Ow!" He rubbed his side where Tally's elbow had just jabbed. "Calm down, I'm trying to be friendly."
|
|
|
Post by jliessa44 on Mar 15, 2016 18:45:39 GMT
"I'll keep that in mind." Beck chuckled, eyeing Tally. Instinct had him burning Brass, but he smothered it quickly. It wouldn't do to start a... Well a partnership, if nothing else, with manipulation.
|
|
|
Post by Leilani Sunblade on Mar 15, 2016 20:29:26 GMT
"I'll keep that in mind." Beck chuckled, eyeing Tally. Instinct had him burning Brass, but he smothered it quickly. It wouldn't do to start a... Well a partnership, if nothing else, with manipulation. "Or don't," Tally muttered darkly. Westing cheerfully ignored her. "So, what do you do, exactly? Your specialty, I mean." He caught Tally's elbow before she could jab him again. She scowled at him. "You're being nosy." "No, I'm making conversation. It's not as if we wouldn't discuss this later anyway, if we're going to be in the same crew." With a glance at Beck, Westing added, "And it's not as if he has to answer anything he doesn't want to."
|
|
|
Post by jliessa44 on Mar 15, 2016 20:44:56 GMT
"Brass." He flicked another half smile on the good side of his face as he held his hands palm up in a half shrug. Even to himself, the words came out more nervously than he would have liked. "Which I'm aware makes me the least trusted person in the room, but so it goes. Ah, you?"
|
|
|
Post by Leilani Sunblade on Mar 15, 2016 21:03:56 GMT
"Brass." He flicked another half smile on the good side of his face as he held his hands palm up in a half shrug. Even to himself, the words came out more nervously than he would have liked. "Which I'm aware makes me the least trusted person in the room, but so it goes. Ah, you?" Tally huffed and eyed Beck with the predictable renewed suspicion- but as she had to admit that she hadn't felt pushed to do anything in the last few minutes, she didn't say anything and only made a mental note to be careful around him in the future. Westing, on the other hand, showed no particular signs of increased suspicion and merely nodded in response. "A good Soother is always helpful to have on your side. I'm a Thug- though I try to be useful for more than simply hitting things. Tally's steel."
|
|
|
Post by jliessa44 on Mar 15, 2016 21:36:38 GMT
((Shoot. Did I get that backwards? He's a soother.))
"Bet you get called to do all the heavy lifting?" Beck asked tilting his head, his face blank but his eyes sparked with amusement. By now he was used to the suspicion and had found he could work around it. "Both of you I suppose. But it has to be nice to be useful."
|
|
|
Post by Leilani Sunblade on Mar 15, 2016 22:00:36 GMT
((Shoot. Did I get that backwards? He's a soother.)) "Bet you get called to do all the heavy lifting?" Beck asked tilting his head, his face blank but his eyes sparked with amusement. By now he was used to the suspicion and had found he could work around it. "Both of you I suppose. But it has to be nice to be useful." ((No- don't think so. I just got mixed up and remembered wrong, sorry. I edited.)) "Heavy lifting?" He chuckled. "Me, yes. Tally, not so much." This time it was Westing who nudged Tally- or would've, had she not dodged. "You are correct, though- it's good to be useful. You say that as if you aren't, though."
|
|
|
Post by jliessa44 on Mar 15, 2016 22:03:55 GMT
((Lol. Okay. I hadn't checked. So I wasn't sure.))
Beck shrugged pragmatically. "Oh I'm useful. But in the grand scheme of things.... Maybe not as useful as some."
|
|
|
Post by Leilani Sunblade on Mar 15, 2016 22:11:43 GMT
((Lol. Okay. I hadn't checked. So I wasn't sure.)) Beck shrugged pragmatically. "Oh I'm useful. But in the grand scheme of things.... Maybe not as useful as some." "I'd say that depends what type of job our potential leader has in mind for us." Westing glanced towards the trio at the front of the room, then down at Tally. "I don't guess . . .?" Tally huffed. "I've been here for five minutes longer than you, and they're talking quietly. No. I haven't heard anything."
|
|
|
Post by jliessa44 on Mar 15, 2016 23:10:08 GMT
"I expect he'll speak to the rest of us soon, unless more people are supposed to come."
|
|
|
Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Mar 17, 2016 7:26:38 GMT
(( Lylyss : That last Ollin and Jove post made me grin. )) Calden, overhearing Raul and Rivven's conversation as he approached the two, hid his surprise. So the boy was the one who'd made the offer, not the older man? Unusual. No wonder Tally had been able to discover so little about him. But ambitious- Calden could respect that. He covered the last few steps and offered his hand to Rivven. "You're our crewleader, then?" Raul caught a pulse of brass with his bronze and glanced toward a small group in the room. The brass, quickly stifled, came from the boy—scarcely out of childhood, if that. He shrugged—Soothers were useful in a pinch, after all—and returned his attention to Rivven and the new arrival. The Shardbearer's Blade continued to hover at Brune's neck. His muscles tensed beneath the armour to deal the deathblow if Brune even twitched his sword.
|
|
|
Post by Lylyss on Mar 17, 2016 22:38:26 GMT
Raul jerked at the sound and spun to face Rivven. He'd made a blatant error in the map copy—he'd have to erase it later. Rusts. He burned another pulse of bronze, seeking for metals being burned, before taking Rivven's hand and shaking it. "Yeah. I'm Raul. And you're Rivven." He gave a crooked grin. "I did some research when your message came through anonymous. Made sure you weren't an obligator or an informant." He looked the crewleader up and down. The man—boy?—was slender. Skinny, even. He'd have to change that. Maybe raid a meat shipment from the southern Dominances and fatten Rivven up. If he were truly an Allomancer—hey, if he even wanted to be a crewleader—he needed more meat on those bones. Raul folded his arms. "How many are coming?"
Pater wandered into the room, pulling the shawl closer round his shoulders, and gave Raul an imperceptible nod. The man caught his eyes and raised an eyebrow. Pater shrugged, grinned at Raul's confused expression, and took the best chair in the room. A sixty-year-old deserved cushioning, after all.
The sound of Ollin and Jove's conversation faded as Chazan strode down the corridor. Resplendent in Terris steward robes, he made the skaa outside jump to attention with his first command. Within minutes the carriage was ready, and a lesser noble sat on the driver's seat at the front. Chazan circled the carriage with an attentive eye. Lord Deidoa's carriage was nothing fancy. Garish, yes. Fancy, no. The body was painted a lurid shade of lime green. Chazan ran a finger along the flaking yellow paint on the wheels and shook his head. Still, there wasn't much he could do. At least the bright colours would make the carriage stand out if they had to make a quick getaway. If they had to make a quick getaway, their pursuers would have little trouble following them. He sighed, shook his head, and went to find Ollin and Jove.
Gali raised her eyebrows and fished another peach out of the can. "You know, that could be a great swear word. Koloss flesh." She popped the peach into her mouth and swallowed it whole. "I'm stealing it."
The Shardbearer's Blade reformed inches from Brune's neck. "Don't question me." (( Lylyss : That last Ollin and Jove post made me grin. :D)) Calden, overhearing Raul and Rivven's conversation as he approached the two, hid his surprise. So the boy was the one who'd made the offer, not the older man? Unusual. No wonder Tally had been able to discover so little about him. But ambitious- Calden could respect that. He covered the last few steps and offered his hand to Rivven. "You're our crewleader, then?" ~~~ Tally fidgeted again, uncomfortably feeling like she ought to say something else but not sure what. Bother Westing; he's rubbing off on me. She glanced around the room, noting the latest arrival. She'd seen the man before, she knew, begging in the streets. Apparently he was a thief as well . . . whatever he brought to the table, it must be impressive for him to have survived this long. The door swung open and Westing entered, grinning casually. He glanced over the room, taking in those already there, and then headed for Tally and Beck. "Hello, Tally. Making friends already?" He offered a hand to Beck. "Westing. You are?" ------- Kisma groaned under her breath. Not again . . . Then again, only a true idiot would antagonize a Shardbearer with the Blade at his very throat. Perhaps this still wouldn't end with death . . . "It was a fair question, if you ask me. For all he knows, you're some pagan cultist who needs a relatively fair maiden to sacrifice in an occult ritual, or something else like that. No offense meant; I'm simply stating a fact." "Did your homework?" Rivven nodded, smiling. "I'm impressed." He was horrified. Anonymity had saved him in the past, but working with a crew meant some degree of exposure. "You're a careful man, Raul, and we're going to need your foresight when the time comes. Can't wait to get started. We're expecting seven Mistings..." Crazy thought. He shook his head, then spotted Calden. "That's right. And you're the Smoker?" Firm handshake. "I'm Rivven, but my friends call me Rivv, and my enemies call me 'rusting skaa thief.'" ((Oops. Sorry for the delay, folks. We flew back to NZ yesterday, and are settling into our new house!)) ______________ ((Leilani: Lol. xD Glad I could amuse!)) "Any luck?" Ollin said as Chazan approached. ______________ A Shardblade was poised at his throat. One strike would sever his spine, shrivel his eyes, splice his soul. This is insane. But insanity was better than stasis. For the first time in years, Brune felt like a player--like he was driving his life, not the other way around. Defiant words were on the tip of his tongue. But he hesitated. If the Shardbearer killed him, there would be nobody to help Kisma. "Forgive me, Brightlord. I was a fool. Please have mercy." It was all a trick, of course, but Brune still hated to beg. ______________ Kell huffed in frustration. "Go ahead. You're welcome to it." He set aside his can of peaches. "Kind of a tame curse though, if you ask me.
|
|
|
Post by Leilani Sunblade on Mar 18, 2016 0:52:53 GMT
Calden allowed a tight smile. He'd heard variations on the joke before- but it was still amusing. "I am, yes. A pleasure to meet you, Rivven. My family and I are curious about this job you have for us." He glanced over the room again, counting. Himself, Raul, Tally, and Westing with her, a young man they were talking to, another young woman and a man with her, and an old beggar-looking fellow. "If you're expecting seven, everyone seems to have arrived . . . and then some." ---------- Kisma held her breath, silently willing the Shardbearer to lower his sword and accept Brune's words and not create another corpse of one of her neighbors.
|
|
|
Post by Ly on Mar 18, 2016 2:18:49 GMT
((Lol. Oops. Miscounted. #collegeready)) "Heh. Well, as much as I've enjoyed keeping everyone in suspense, it's probably time to let you know the plan." Rivven turned to the room at large. "Hello, folks. Glad you could make it. We're about to get started, so why don't we have a seat over there?" He pointed to far corner. Several chairs were gathered in a semicircle, facing a wall of diagrams and blueprints that Rivven had hung in preparation. "This shouldn't take long. But I've laid some refreshments. Tea, cakes, biscuits, that sort of thing. Can't plot on an empty stomach." Rivven strode confidently to the corner, as though expecting others to follow--which he didn't. They were probably going to abandon him in moment.
|
|
|
Post by Ly on Mar 18, 2016 2:22:12 GMT
((I just realized that there were about three typos in that thing... my inner editor will not allow it. However, Proboards won't let me edit. So I'll just repost. Lol.))
"Heh. Well, as much as I've enjoyed keeping everyone in suspense, it's probably time to let you know the plan." Rivven turned to the room at large. "Hello, folks. Glad you could make it. We're about to get started, so why don't we have a seat over there?" He pointed to the far corner. Several chairs were gathered in a semicircle, facing a wall of diagrams and blueprints that Rivven had hung in preparation. "This shouldn't take long. But I've out laid some refreshments. Tea, cakes, biscuits, that sort of thing. Can't plot on an empty stomach." Rivven strode confidently to the corner, as though expecting others to follow--which he didn't. They were probably going to abandon him in a moment.
|
|
|
Post by jliessa44 on Mar 18, 2016 2:42:54 GMT
((Technically you weren't wrong since Dev isn't a misting. )) Beck's gaze drifted to the food. A growing teenage boy was never full after all. But he also didn't want to be the first one to get something. So he shifted from one foot to the other, glancing at the people he'd just met. ------- Dev and Mil glanced at each other, then with a shrug they took the chairs closest to the doors.
|
|
|
Post by Lylyss on Mar 18, 2016 4:27:00 GMT
((Lol. Touche.))
Rivven poured a cup of tea for himself, then selected a cake, and took a large bite. Mistings were cautious people. They probably wouldn't eat unless he went first, to be sure it wasn't poison. "Cream or sugar, Beck?" Having made his point, Rivven set down his cup and began to serve the crew.
|
|
|
Post by jliessa44 on Mar 18, 2016 12:23:57 GMT
"Sugar please." Out of habit, Beck began burning his brass and gave Rivven a few subtle nudges. Nothing strong enough to be detected, but still enough change Rivven's current moods.
Fear, Beck most certainly soothed as he walked over. Most people had a back up plan lingering in the back of their minds should anything happen. However, Beck didn't want the idea of turning them over or poisoning them to be put into practice. Best way to do that? Don't let the fear grow strong enough the idea was appealing.
So he dampened just a little of Rivven's fear and nervousness with a feathersoft touch. Not enough to still it completely, that was never healthy, but enough that Rivven's back would be a little straighter and his head a little higher as he spoke.
And then he put out the flame, trusting Rivven to maintain the effect for a little while, just in time to take his tea. "Thank you, sir."
|
|
|
Post by Leilani Sunblade on Mar 18, 2016 13:37:25 GMT
Tally eyed the food for a moment, then went straight to a chair, muttering something about "awful fancy food for a crew of thieves," as she went. She dropped into a seat two down from Dev and Mil, then scooted the chair back just slightly so she wasn't trapped by the other seats on either side.
Westing, on the other hand, claimed a plate and filled it with biscuits and scones and a single cake- two of each except the cake. With a grin at Rivven, and a comment of, "Nice spread you have here. Hoping to buy our loyalty with food?", he helped himself to a cup of tea- cream, no sugar- and then sat down beside Tally. Breaking off a piece from one of the biscuits, he sampled it, and then handed the matching one to Tally.
Calden took a cup of plain tea in silence, inspecting the cup itself before he allowed Rivven to pour anything into it. Then he claimed a seat on Tally's other side.
|
|
|
Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Mar 19, 2016 1:24:50 GMT
(( Lylyss: Great to have you back in NZ—I hope you enjoyed your trip to the Homeland, and catching up with your kandra relatives and friends!)) "Did your homework?" Rivven nodded, smiling. "I'm impressed." He was horrified. Anonymity had saved him in the past, but working with a crew meant some degree of exposure. "You're a careful man, Raul, and we're going to need your foresight when the time comes. Can't wait to get started. We're expecting seven Mistings..." Crazy thought. He shook his head, then spotted Calden. "That's right. And you're the Smoker?" Firm handshake. "I'm Rivven, but my friends call me Rivv, and my enemies call me 'rusting skaa thief.'" ______________ "Any luck?" Ollin said as Chazan approached. ______________ Kell huffed in frustration. "Go ahead. You're welcome to it." He set aside his can of peaches. "Kind of a tame curse though, if you ask me. Calden allowed a tight smile. He'd heard variations on the joke before- but it was still amusing. "I am, yes. A pleasure to meet you, Rivven. My family and I are curious about this job you have for us." He glanced over the room again, counting. Himself, Raul, Tally, and Westing with her, a young man they were talking to, another young woman and a man with her, and an old beggar-looking fellow. "If you're expecting seven, everyone seems to have arrived . . . and then some." "Heh. Well, as much as I've enjoyed keeping everyone in suspense, it's probably time to let you know the plan." Rivven turned to the room at large. "Hello, folks. Glad you could make it. We're about to get started, so why don't we have a seat over there?" He pointed to the far corner. Several chairs were gathered in a semicircle, facing a wall of diagrams and blueprints that Rivven had hung in preparation. "This shouldn't take long. But I've out laid some refreshments. Tea, cakes, biscuits, that sort of thing. Can't plot on an empty stomach." Rivven strode confidently to the corner, as though expecting others to follow--which he didn't. They were probably going to abandon him in a moment. "Luck…is a way to put it." Chazan clasped his hands behind his back. "The carriage is ready, Lord Jove. Unfortunately, Lord Deidoa's tastes in colour are rather…crude." No doubt Jove would exclaim over the colour scheme, though. "If you would follow me." He turned on his heel and strode in the direction of the carriage.
"Koloss skin." Gali scrunched up her face. "Koloss blood. Koloss…eyes." She shook her head. "I like the flesh one best."
Raul rolled up the map original of Keep Fosca, slid it into its holder, and corked the wooden tube. He slung the tube around his back, pushed the charcoal pencil behind his ear, and took a seat at the table in the corner. He caught another pulse of brass and glanced at the boy from whom it came, but said nothing. His Seeker abilities weren't widely known, and although Rivven likely assumed he was a Misting, he wasn't about to confirm anything.
Pater pinched the largest slice of cake and burned tin before he sniffed it. No smell of poison, but that didn't say much. "Any Smokers here? Burn, please." A Shardblade was poised at his throat. One strike would sever his spine, shrivel his eyes, splice his soul. This is insane. But insanity was better than stasis. For the first time in years, Brune felt like a player--like he was driving his life, not the other way around. Defiant words were on the tip of his tongue. But he hesitated. If the Shardbearer killed him, there would be nobody to help Kisma. "Forgive me, Brightlord. I was a fool. Please have mercy." It was all a trick, of course, but Brune still hated to beg. Kisma held her breath, silently willing the Shardbearer to lower his sword and accept Brune's words and not create another corpse of one of her neighbors. The Shardbearer's Blade slid toward Brune's neck. "Walk towards the village. Don't come back. Whatever else you do, get out of my sight."
|
|
|
Post by Leilani Sunblade on Mar 19, 2016 1:37:26 GMT
"That would be me," Calden said calmly. "And I'm burning already." He left his copper on a low burn as a matter of habit whenever he was in the company of his siblings- not that it would do much good if one of them dashed off somewhere, but he did what he could. Now, however, he increased the burn to extend the capacity of his coppercloud.
|
|
|
Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Mar 22, 2016 6:05:30 GMT
Raul sent a quick look toward Pater, but didn't comment. The coppercloud meant he'd no longer be able to sense which of the crew members were Allomancers—but Pater had made a good call, anyway. They didn't want the Steel Ministry taking an interest in the safe house and knocking. Besides, he had no way of making a comment without revealing his Seeker powers, and for now he hoped to keep them secret.
|
|
|
Post by Lylyss on Mar 25, 2016 8:29:10 GMT
"Sugar please." Out of habit, Beck began burning his brass and gave Rivven a few subtle nudges. Nothing strong enough to be detected, but still enough change Rivven's current moods. Fear, Beck most certainly soothed as he walked over. Most people had a back up plan lingering in the back of their minds should anything happen. However, Beck didn't want the idea of turning them over or poisoning them to be put into practice. Best way to do that? Don't let the fear grow strong enough the idea was appealing. So he dampened just a little of Rivven's fear and nervousness with a feathersoft touch. Not enough to still it completely, that was never healthy, but enough that Rivven's back would be a little straighter and his head a little higher as he spoke. And then he put out the flame, trusting Rivven to maintain the effect for a little while, just in time to take his tea. "Thank you, sir." Tally eyed the food for a moment, then went straight to a chair, muttering something about "awful fancy food for a crew of thieves," as she went. She dropped into a seat two down from Dev and Mil, then scooted the chair back just slightly so she wasn't trapped by the other seats on either side. Westing, on the other hand, claimed a plate and filled it with biscuits and scones and a single cake- two of each except the cake. With a grin at Rivven, and a comment of, "Nice spread you have here. Hoping to buy our loyalty with food?", he helped himself to a cup of tea- cream, no sugar- and then sat down beside Tally. Breaking off a piece from one of the biscuits, he sampled it, and then handed the matching one to Tally. Calden took a cup of plain tea in silence, inspecting the cup itself before he allowed Rivven to pour anything into it. Then he claimed a seat on Tally's other side. "Luck…is a way to put it." Chazan clasped his hands behind his back. "The carriage is ready, Lord Jove. Unfortunately, Lord Deidoa's tastes in colour are rather…crude." No doubt Jove would exclaim over the colour scheme, though. "If you would follow me." He turned on his heel and strode in the direction of the carriage.
"Koloss skin." Gali scrunched up her face. "Koloss blood. Koloss…eyes." She shook her head. "I like the flesh one best."
Raul rolled up the map original of Keep Fosca, slid it into its holder, and corked the wooden tube. He slung the tube around his back, pushed the charcoal pencil behind his ear, and took a seat at the table in the corner. He caught another pulse of brass and glanced at the boy from whom it came, but said nothing. His Seeker abilities weren't widely known, and although Rivven likely assumed he was a Misting, he wasn't about to confirm anything.
Pater pinched the largest slice of cake and burned tin before he sniffed it. No smell of poison, but that didn't say much. "Any Smokers here? Burn, please."
The Shardbearer's Blade slid toward Brune's neck. "Walk towards the village. Don't come back. Whatever else you do, get out of my sight."Ollin raised an eyebrow as they approached the carriage. That... is a nightmare. Jove didn't seem to mind, however. He hopped inside with a cheerful "Out of my way, maggoty slaves!" Maggoty slaves? Ollin smirked at Chazan. "Perhaps I was a little too encouraging." She climbed inside, while Jove continued to threaten gruesome death if the carriage did not arrive in a timely fashion. _____________ "Koloss spleen!" Kell said with a sagacious nod. "There's a real curse. Koloss uvula! Koloss thyroid! Koloss belly-button! Now I have properly expressed my frustration with you and the rest of humanity." _____________ Brune ground his teeth. This isn't retreat--it's a tactical withdrawal. He backed away several yards, then ran toward the village, hoping to regroup with that storming herald. "That would be me," Calden said calmly. "And I'm burning already." He left his copper on a low burn as a matter of habit whenever he was in the company of his siblings- not that it would do much good if one of them dashed off somewhere, but he did what he could. Now, however, he increased the burn to extend the capacity of his coppercloud. Raul sent a quick look toward Pater, but didn't comment. The coppercloud meant he'd no longer be able to sense which of the crew members were Allomancers—but Pater had made a good call, anyway. They didn't want the Steel Ministry taking an interest in the safe house and knocking. Besides, he had no way of making a comment without revealing his Seeker powers, and for now he hoped to keep them secret. ((Gah, sorry for the delay, folks!)) "My pleasure." Rivven passed the cup to Beck. For some reason, he felt much more comfortable with the situation--why shouldn't his crew meeting go according to plan? These people seemed nice enough. Smiling a bit, he turned to face the room. "Thanks for heads-up, Pater. And thanks for the coppercloud, Calden. Wouldn't want the authorities to burst in and steal our cake." Rivven took a ponderous sip of tea. "Anyway. Now that everyone's comfortable... the heist. Are you familiar with Nenva Seldon? Crazy braids, puffy skin, ditzy noble with no sense of fashion? Apparently she's in the market for atium. Tried to buy it off the Ventures, the Hastings, the Tekiels, but nobody is willing to deal with her. Except us." Rivven opened his palm, revealing a single silver bead. "This, my friends, is electrum. A gold and silver alloy. Nearly identical to atium in appearance. The effects are similar as well, so if you've never burned atium before, it would be difficult to tell them apart." Sly grin. "I'm sure you see where I'm going with this..."
|
|