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Post by jliessa44 on Jul 2, 2016 22:26:02 GMT
"Thanks. I'll pop on down and see if he's up to sparring." She grinned and wiggled her fingers in a wave as she strode away. "See you later."
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Post by Lylyss on Jul 3, 2016 2:54:58 GMT
(( Leilani Sunblade : Yeah, I'd hoped to give Brune and Daradin a chance to slip into the camp. I don't know how to fill in the blanks, though, while they do their planning and get there.))
Gali mouthed the four names. "You have four Mistborn in Urteau? Impressive." She sat back against the bed. "Which House is Ignatius from? I guess we'd want to pick a Mistborn who's from a House we don't need for the assassinations. And I think it would be best to find ReMuur first. Just so…we know that he'll take atium on credit."
Nathin landed next to Ollin with bent knees and followed her down the street, his pace long and quick but slightly slower than her pewter-imbued speed. The Mistborn Pushed on the coins, slowing their trajectories, and Pulled a few of them to himself. He caught a handful, rushed to the iron grate Ollin had used, and Pushed himself into the air, arcing high in the air after Ollin. The coins zipped from his hands, targeting Ollin and Nathin.
The Coinshot burned steel, Pushing on the coin behind him. With the wall supporting the coin, the Coinshot suddenly gained tremendous weight. Simultaneously he Pushed on the coin in his hand, launching it far faster and far harder than any of the coins he'd used in the fight with Jove. ((And yes, that is a legitimate use of Allomancy.))
"I had a feeling you would have a plan like that." Daradin waved a finger at Brune. "Not a good feeling, mind you. I have a much better idea. You ever heard of camp followers? Like, the people who sell food and supplies and slightly more perverse things to the soldiers? You're a merchant. Bring a stock of your pots and pans, and we can sell our way into the camp." "House DeLacy. With the exception of Ignatius, they're fairly unimportant, so I doubt we'll need them for our later plans." Kell leapt to his feet with a peppy smile. "Right then! Let's find ReMuur. Kill the people! Steal the atium!" ______________ Brune's eyes lit up. "Brilliant! Everyone ignores my shop, but for once that might work to our advantage." After the shardbearer was dead, it might even provide some much-needed publicity. Already he was drafting new slogan: Buy Kathir Kettlry, the rebellious dinnerware! Didn't quite work, but no matter. He could adjust it later. "I'll run back to the shop and grab my stock." The oldest stock. The stuff that nobody wanted to buy. With any luck, he would be able to make a profit and kill the Shardbearer, all in one day. ((Dmitri, Leilani, I'm sorry if I'm holding you back. :( We can timeskip, if you like. Brune and Daradin just have to bundle up the pots and travel to the camp.)) _______________ As Ollin dashed through the crowd, her eyes were arrested by the sight of her son: Jove stood in the path of an incoming coin. Instinctively, she tried to Pull the boxing--but her weight was no match for the enemy coinshot. Instead, the Mistborn was tossed across the street and sent sprawling into a gutter. At least that allowed her to dodge the black-clad Allomancer... but Nathin. Where was Nathin? She had lost him. He was hidden by the crowd, exposed without her protection. Ollin, you fool! She scrambled to her feet and dove back into the throng. ________________ Jove had time to widen his eyes--then smack. The coin clipped him on the shoulder, sending him spinning to the ground. (( Dmitri Pendragon : Yeah . . . I'm not sure either, particularly as Brune and Daradin are already at least a few hours- possibly closer to half a day- behind. I guess that we could just hold off on Kisma and Jeroam until Brune and Daradin catch up? Unless either of us comes up with something to fill the space?)) (( Lylyss : Yes, Brune knowing Kisma's name sounds reasonable.)) Three days. That wasn't long to prepare. But it would have to be enough. "Good." Calden turned to Beck. "I have a fairly good idea of who we could play- if you want to come with me, I'll check my information and we can work out the details." "That sounds fine." Beck nodded, resisting the urge to do some emotional fine tuning. "I'll leave you to it, then." Rivven nodded respectfully, excusing himself, then headed for the door at a forcibly nonchalant pace. Everything inside of him wanted to run. To shout or leap or something. The prolonged tension of leading the meeting had already worn him thin. (( jliessa44 : Sorry for the wait. :P Work keeps me busy, and then I forgot I needed to reply. :P)) ((Also, because I'm not totally clear on the subject: is the safehouse they're currently in/using the same as or different from the safehouse that Calden keeps/runs/whatever the correct verb is? Because at first I thought it wasn't- that they were meeting at a more neutral location. But if it's the safehouse they're planning to use the whole time, I'm not quite sure why they wouldn't be using Calden's safehouse? But yeah, I'm confused and it's probably a stupid little thing that doesn't really matter but my brain is refusing to fully cooperate until I've gotten it figured out. :P)) ((Leilani: Lol. Good question. Rivven called the meeting at an abandoned building. To the best of my knowledge, everyone is still there (some may have dispersed to another room for training), but Rivven never intended for this to be their permanant headquarters. We should probably move to Calden's safehouse within the next couple of posts. :) Does that help?))
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Jul 6, 2016 0:50:54 GMT
((Sorry again.)) (( Lylyss: Thanks for clearing that up! That does help quite a bit.)) (( jliessa44: So should we pretend/say that Calden actually suggested they return to the main safehouse to get details sorted out? Just to make things easier?)) Tally nodded in return, watching Mil until she was out of the room. ~~~ Westing was, as Tally had said, in the training room, aiming punches at a dummy.
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Post by jliessa44 on Jul 6, 2016 1:15:22 GMT
((Yeah. Lol.))
Beck stood and started walking. --- "You punch like a girl." Mil announced, hands on her hips with a teasing grin on her face.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Jul 6, 2016 7:07:02 GMT
"House DeLacy. With the exception of Ignatius, they're fairly unimportant, so I doubt we'll need them for our later plans." Kell leapt to his feet with a peppy smile. "Right then! Let's find ReMuur. Kill the people! Steal the atium!" ______________ Brune's eyes lit up. "Brilliant! Everyone ignores my shop, but for once that might work to our advantage." After the shardbearer was dead, it might even provide some much-needed publicity. Already he was drafting new slogan: Buy Kathir Kettlry, the rebellious dinnerware! Didn't quite work, but no matter. He could adjust it later. "I'll run back to the shop and grab my stock." The oldest stock. The stuff that nobody wanted to buy. With any luck, he would be able to make a profit and kill the Shardbearer, all in one day. ((Dmitri, Leilani, I'm sorry if I'm holding you back. We can timeskip, if you like. Brune and Daradin just have to bundle up the pots and travel to the camp.)) _______________ As Ollin dashed through the crowd, her eyes were arrested by the sight of her son: Jove stood in the path of an incoming coin. Instinctively, she tried to Pull the boxing--but her weight was no match for the enemy coinshot. Instead, the Mistborn was tossed across the street and sent sprawling into a gutter. At least that allowed her to dodge the black-clad Allomancer... but Nathin. Where was Nathin? She had lost him. He was hidden by the crowd, exposed without her protection. Ollin, you fool! She scrambled to her feet and dove back into the throng. ________________ Jove had time to widen his eyes--then smack. The coin clipped him on the shoulder, sending him spinning to the ground. (( Lylyss: Shall we timeskip Kell and Gali to when the Inquisitors have moved on from looking for them?)) All right, not a spy. Daradin squished a painspren into the ground with the heel of his boot and took Windrunner's reins, following Brune to the ship. The merchant seemed genuine. Time would tell. "I'd offer you my horse, but I doubt Windrunner wants to play chull."
The Mistborn, high in the air, twitched as Ollin suddenly threw herself across the street. He spied his chance in the boy she'd left behind and landed near him. With a spray of coins, he sent the crowd screaming for their lives and leapt for Nathin, drawing a glass dagger as he did so.
The Coinshot Pushed off the coin stuck to the wall behind him, launching himself at Jove, and brought his duelling cane down hard.
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Jul 8, 2016 0:33:45 GMT
Calden's safehouse, with the shop beneath it, wasn't too far from the building where the crew had met. Silently, Calden led the way around to the back door, up a flight of steps, and to a small office. He gestured at the few wooden chairs. "Feel free to sit." Pulling a ring of keys from his pocket, he unlocked a cabinet behind the ancient-looking desk. A moment later, he'd pushed free the catch that held the false bottom in place and pulled out a sheaf of papers covered in small, neat handwriting- his files on all the Great Houses and their members, kept carefully updated so far as he could. Sitting down at his desk, he shuffled through the papers for the ones he wanted, handing a couple to Beck. "Here are a few ideas you could consider for who to play; if neither will work, we may be able to find someone else." ------ Westing turned, grinning. "As you are a girl, I'll take that as a compliment."
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Post by jliessa44 on Jul 8, 2016 1:52:37 GMT
Beck sifted through the papers thoughtfully, before pausing on one. "I can play Fiero. I've done it before."
Years and years ago. When they were friends and Beck needed an escape from his family. --- "Good answer." She laughed.
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Jul 8, 2016 2:00:37 GMT
"Good." Calden didn't ask for details; that Beck had experience in the role would be good enough. Better than Calden had; he'd never played either of the options he was considering. And presumably the boy- young man, rather- wouldn't be reprising the role if he'd been caught the first time around. "What will you need to play him convincingly? Anything special?" ------ "Thought it would be," Westing replied. "So. I'm guessing you came to spar, not just to compliment me?"
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Post by jliessa44 on Jul 8, 2016 2:21:25 GMT
"Cosmetics." He tapped his cheek and then stared at the paper in front of him thoughtfully. "And a dueling cane. He's never without them." --- "If you're ready to tast defeat."
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Jul 8, 2016 12:44:04 GMT
"Those should be easy enough." Calden would've guessed they'd need the former, at least, whoever Beck chose to play. Otherwise, the scar would be an obvious giveaway. "Could I see his file again for a moment?" ----- "I'm not, but I hope you are." Westing gestured at a rack of dueling canes and other practice weaponry off to one side. "Fists, or canes?"
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Post by jliessa44 on Jul 8, 2016 13:48:18 GMT
Beck nodded and handed the file back over. --- "Fists." she answered.
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Jul 9, 2016 2:07:06 GMT
Calden studied the file a moment, comparing details with the ones he'd been looking at. Then he tucked one of the files away. "Enfram should do to me. He's respectable enough that we won't attract attention and it wouldn't be a complete surprise for the Ventures to trust him with handling this matter or for him and Fiero to be keeping company." ------ "Good." Westing took a ready stand. "When you're ready."
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Post by jliessa44 on Jul 9, 2016 2:58:16 GMT
"Good choice." He nodded absently. --- She took a ready stance and then winked. "Take your best shot."
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Jul 9, 2016 20:06:28 GMT
"I thought so." Calden flipped through the folder again, tucking away the files they wouldn't need. -------- Westing shrugged. "If you want." Then he moved forward with a quick one-two strike.
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Post by jliessa44 on Jul 10, 2016 1:31:23 GMT
"Anything specific you think I need to know, warnings? It has been years since I played Fiero." --- She moved smoothly to the side and followed with a right hook.
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Jul 10, 2016 12:15:35 GMT
"Most of the important information- personality, habits, relationships, such- should be in the file." Calden generally did his best to update his information as regularly as possible, just in case. "That's not in the file . . . He was, until recently, quietly pursuing one of the Tekiel ladies. Amiette, I believe. But she announced her engagement to some other Noble a week or two ago, and by all reports he's still a bit torn up about it- though, not so much that he doesn't go out, obviously." ------- Westing dodged away, then took another punch at her.
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Post by jliessa44 on Jul 10, 2016 13:59:59 GMT
Beck nodded, skimming through the file again. He didn't seem particularly surprised about either piece of information. "Poor fellow." --- This time she took it, wincing, to better land her next two jabs.
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Jul 10, 2016 21:35:28 GMT
"As he did, to all appearances, seem to genuinely care for her, poor fellow indeed." Calden nodded. "Other than that, he's mostly stayed out of trouble and the spotlight, which is useful for us." ------ And now it was Westing's turn to wince as her first jab caught him in the ribs. He blocked the next on his forearm and feinted a jab of his own at her upper body before striking for real at her gut.
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Post by jliessa44 on Jul 10, 2016 21:58:18 GMT
"He's cared for her since they were children. Never thought he'd have the guts to pursue her." Beck chuckled absently as he mused. "He's a quiet fellow, Fiero. Wish his problems were all I had." --- Mil caught onto his faint knocked away his real attack before attempting to kick his feet out from under him.
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Jul 10, 2016 22:34:19 GMT
"You sound as if you know him." Calden turned and replaced the folder in its drawer. -------- Westing nimbly sidestepped her kick and attacked again with several swift blows in rapid succession while she was- hopefully- still off-balance.
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Post by jliessa44 on Jul 10, 2016 22:54:49 GMT
"I started 'acting' young." He shrugged, tweaking Calden's emotions so he would be more accepting. --- She stumbled, but quickly recovered and launched a counterattack.
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Jul 10, 2016 23:18:08 GMT
Calden, being a Smoker who kept copper on a slow burn at all times as a matter of course, didn't notice the emotional tinkering. But he nodded all the same. "Ah. Family in the business, I guess?" He didn't really ask it as a question. "Are you familiar with Enfram as well?" If not, he'd have to become so; they'd have to make sure they had their covers straight before they did anything . . . and they'd both need to practice . . . --------- Westing dodged most of her strikes, blocking those he couldn't dodge, and returned them with a jab and a left cross.
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Post by jliessa44 on Jul 11, 2016 0:32:22 GMT
((I'm super out of practice in rping, so if I ever do something like power playing/ god modding just ignore it. Lol. ))
"Not as much." He shrugged thoughtfully. "He's generally well liked and trusted, if not considered very important." --- She took the jab with a grunt, then dodged his second blow. She then jabbed at him with a few of her better punches.
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Jul 12, 2016 0:15:04 GMT
((Got it. And you're fine so far.))
"That describes him fairly well. He spends a fair amount of time at the Venture estates outside the city, but otherwise he's mostly unremarkable." Which was useful for a multitude of reasons regarding this job. ----------- Westing dodged the first punch, grimaced as the second took him in the ribs, and blocked the last. He kicked at her legs, trying to knock her off-balance, if not to the ground."
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Post by jliessa44 on Jul 12, 2016 0:33:22 GMT
"About makes him perfect, doesn't it?" --- She jumped forward, over his kick, and landed in a roll. Then she turned to face him again, staying somewhat low.
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Jul 12, 2016 11:19:06 GMT
Calden nodded. "So it does." ---------- Westing advanced slightly, circling, not throwing another punch just yet. "You're not bad at this."
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Post by jliessa44 on Jul 13, 2016 21:49:40 GMT
"What next do you suppose?" Beck asked quietly. --- Mil turned to continue facing him at all times. "Did you think I wouldn't be a good fighter?"
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Jul 15, 2016 15:02:54 GMT
"What next do you suppose?" Beck asked quietly. --- Mil turned to continue facing him at all times. "Did you think I wouldn't be a good fighter?" "Practice, I would think. And scoping out Keep Seldon as well as we can . . . and deciding how exactly we'll approach Nenva." Calden frowned at nothing in particular. "That last will be the most difficult part." ------- "I thought you'd be able to hold your own; you wouldn't be on the team otherwise." Westing feinted a punch at her side. "I wasn't sure how well."
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Jul 21, 2016 22:24:13 GMT
((I think everyone here would've seen this warning on another thread, but just in case: two-weeks-and-a-bit of hiatus, starting tomorrow. Also, Lylyss and Dmitri Pendragon, I would absolutely love to come back and discover that Daradin and Brune have gotten far enough that I need to do a Kisma post. You know, if you have time for that.))
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Post by Lylyss on Jul 21, 2016 23:09:58 GMT
(( Lylyss : Shall we timeskip Kell and Gali to when the Inquisitors have moved on from looking for them?)) All right, not a spy. Daradin squished a painspren into the ground with the heel of his boot and took Windrunner's reins, following Brune to the ship. The merchant seemed genuine. Time would tell. "I'd offer you my horse, but I doubt Windrunner wants to play chull."
The Mistborn, high in the air, twitched as Ollin suddenly threw herself across the street. He spied his chance in the boy she'd left behind and landed near him. With a spray of coins, he sent the crowd screaming for their lives and leapt for Nathin, drawing a glass dagger as he did so.
The Coinshot Pushed off the coin stuck to the wall behind him, launching himself at Jove, and brought his duelling cane down hard. ((Dmitri: Sure thing. :) )) ((Leilani: One Brune post, coming right up. :) I'm all for timeskipping to the shardbearer's camp after this.)) Kell cracked the door and peered through the gap. Glance to the left. Glance to the right. "I think the coast is clear." He opened the door fully and held it for Gali. "Again, ladies first?" __________ "Oh, it's fine." Brune dashed into the shop, filling a basket with the worst of his merchendise: sporks, eggcups and a set of table knives shaped like miniature shardblades. "I'm used to playing chull. Actually, I rather enjoy it. There's nothing quite as reassuring as the weight of your wares." Shouldering the basket, Brune set off in the direction of the camp. ___________ The crowd parted, and Ollin spied Nathin. Rust and Ruin! The enemy mistborn was coming down like a bolt of lightning. Weaving through the spray of coins, she dashed in front of Nathin and raised her stone dagger, blocking the duelling cane. ___________ Jove stepped aside, allowing the Coinshot to zip past, then sliced at his back. ___________ Feigning nonchalance, Rivven retreated from the group. He found a small room at the back of Calden's hideout, leaned against the wall, and slowly sank to the ground. Well. That worked. The rest of the job should be simple. Compared to a roomfull of older, experienced Mistings, swindling Nenva seemed fairly straightforward.
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