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Late Night Meeting

W1 D4 NT Maks Ignas Perrin Nessa Valkyn Venture

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#1 Maks

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Posted 07 July 2009 - 12:39 AM

It had been a long day. There were about fifteen new orders for gowns because of the Casuana Ball, and Maks was overseeing ten of those. The only gown that he was making completely on his own would be Lady Casuana's, all the rest were being done by other apprentices, but every little thing that they did had to be checked by Maks to ensure quality. This was the only thing that Maks didn't like about his position in the shop. Greater freedom also required more responsibility from him.

But Maks was familiar with responsibility. One of the perks of being high in the ranks of the Skaa Rebellion. In fact, there was a meeting scheduled for this evening. Most of the senior members of the Rebellion had arrived earlier in the evening to dine with Lan. Maks paused at one of the work stations, straightening up the small mess that an apprentice had left behind. He heard some loud laughter coming from the kitchen off to his right, confirming his assumption that most of the Rebellion leaders were already present in the shop. Maks glanced into the kitchen to see if the meeting was ready to begin as he walked to another station; he noted that one very prominant member of the group was still missing. Ignas. The half-skaa obligator that had arrived in Luthadel a short time ago and quickly risen through the the ranks of the Rebellion. He was... efficient, to say the least, and he certainly got results. Maks had to say that he liked the way Ignas worked.

Actually, Maks considered Ignas to be one of the few friends that he had. He was odd, but Maks so was everyone at one time or another. It wasn't odd that Ignas was late for the meeting. Generally at least one person was late to each one, except for Lan and Maks since most all of the meetings took place in their shop. Convenient. And Ignas was the type that liked to make an entrance, so again, it wasn't odd that he was the last one to arrive this evening. Well, since Ignas was late, Maks decided that he might as well try to get some more work done. So, he headed over to his station and pulled out Lady Casuana's gown and a needle and set to work attaching crystals to it's bodice.

 

 


#2 Ignas


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Posted 09 July 2009 - 12:36 AM

Ignas thought that The Final Empire, for all its claimed "stability", was awfully unpredictable. If it was truly stable, wouldn't everything be predictable? Would strife truly exist? Would Ignas himself exist, with all his suffering? No, of course not. And if the Final Empire was predictable, Ignas's cloak would not be charred so badly that it nearly fell off his body.

Fortunately the hood was unscathed from the flames, so he could travel through Luthadel, disguised from prying eyes. Right now, his goal was Lan's shop, a tailor's shop which was fast becoming one of his favorite headquarters. Lan was a Smoker, and with his many apprentices, Ignas was reasonably certain the Inquisitor's could not pierce its copperclouds. Strongholds that powerful were hard to find, so Ignas frequented it often.

The higher-ups in the rebellion might consider Lan's shop "the" rebellion headquarters, which in Ignas's book showed how often people jumped to conclusions. The shop was an item of interest to the rebellion, but the organization of an insurgency required flexibility, not centralization. Unless, of course, one were already prominent in the government one was trying to overthrow, as Ignas was at Farmost.

Ignas entered the shop from one of its hidden entrances. He couldn't exactly enter in the front door late at night, when the mists were out only wearing a charred cloak--people might link him up to that fire. So, secret entrance it was.

The shop was, not surprisingly, empty on this basement floor. The rebellion's leaders--this cell's, at least--would be upstairs, in the kitchen. When he entered the moderately clean kitchen, for skaa standards, everyone fell silent.

"Good evening, gentlemen," he said.

"Ignas!" one man proclaimed. He, like most of the room, was staring at his charred cloak. "What in the name of the mists have you been doing?"

"Recruiting," he replied. "Things came up."

"Um, how exactly did fire relate to recruiting?" another said.

"It didn't," Ignas snapped. He tossed off his cloak. "So, report." He scanned the room, but one of their key strategists was absent from the kitchen, Maks. Ignas needed to know how he felt about Casuana, as Maks had proven a very smart strategist. Ignas liked that about him.

"Please kindly tell Maks to stop working on whichever dress he's on and get him in here," Ignas said coldly. One man stood up and left the room to do so. As he was gone, no one spoke. Was it the obligator tattoos which silenced everyone's mirth? He wasn't sure.

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#3 Maks

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Posted 09 July 2009 - 01:08 AM

"Maks," a voice came from behind him. Maks looked up from his work and glanced towards the voice, "Ignas is here," the man, Arch, said and rolled his eyes. Needless to say, Arch wasn't the biggest fan of Ignas, and Maks could understand why.

When Ignas has arrived in Luthadel, he'd taken his spot in the Rebellion within a fortnight. His tactics were different than what the Rebellion had been used to, but they were effective. And Ignas was also less personable than most of the other leaders, but social skills were optional in this kind of work. Maks tended to like the way that Ignas operated, and he certainly knew better than to roll his eyes at Ignas. If that was found out, there would be swift retribution, Maks was almost certain. And, in all honesty, Maks wouldn't be surprised or all that upset if Arch did end up on Ignas's bad side; he'd never much liked the man. He complained too much.

Arch waited as Maks set his work down on the table in front of him. Then the pair walked back into the kitchen, where the atmosphere was oddly quiet. Ignas's presence apparently affected the previous cheerful manner of the rest of the men.

Maks looked at Ignas and nodded in greeting, then noting his almost completely burnt cloak commented, "Trying to start a new trend in fashion?" Before Maks took his place at one of the tables, he walked to a cabinet to retrieve a mug and a drink. And while he was up, he also grabbed a mug for Ignas, passing it to him as he took his place in an empty chair.

 

 


#4 Ignas


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Posted 09 July 2009 - 01:29 AM

"Thank you." He nodded with slight assent as he took the cup. "And yes, I am. I think it's quite a provocative statement. Quite a defiance of the Lord Ruler's fashion trends."

The men looked at him blankly. They never really liked his sense of humor.

"Anyways, report," Ignas said. "Let's hope it's more impressive news than fashion."

"Inquisitors took out Goreth's crew yesterday," Bran said. "That puts us down a Smoker, a Coinshot, and a Seeker. They were left in the streets, dead. Very publicly."

"The Inquisitors are getting more violent," Ignas said. Bran and two others looked at him strangely. "Yes, 'more violent'. More than usual, at least. I'd assume that by now, they don't consider a day successful unless two crews of skaa die. So, at least we have succeeded in frustrating them. They only got one yesterday. None today?"

Bran nodded.

"Good. Cheer up, it's a success. Don't focus so much on the death. Focus on positive things." Even Ignas knew how weak it sounded, but that wasn't important. "So, positive things. Recruiting?"

"Seekers brought in four more Allomancers today."

"Four gains to three losses," Ignas said. "That's a net gain of one. Cheer up. Besides, more will come in later tonight, I'm sure. No skaa Allomancers died in the flames today, at least...

"But that's none of your concern. Let us discuss the future. We have an important ball coming up, so let's open up that debate again. To attack or not attack?"

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#5 Maks

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Posted 09 July 2009 - 02:03 AM

Maks smiled slightly at Ignas's response to his observation. The man's sense of humor could use a little bit of work, or perhaps it was his recipients that needed to broaden their senses of humor. Whatever the case, Ignas quickly moved into the meeting.

He listened quietly as recruitment and deaths were discussed. Maks didn't really deal in recruiting, so he had nothing pertinant to add to the conversation. He did find it a little on the odd side, however, that Ignas seemed to be reinforcing the concept of 'cheering up'. He must have thought that the mood was more depressing tonight than it usually was. Goreth had been a respected member of the Rebellion and friend to more than one person in the room. Perhaps Ignas was right in wanting to bolster the troops a little; it was hard to lose good friends in their cause. But they all knew that the deaths would be avenged in good time.

Ignas made a hint to the fire that he had been at, but then turned attention to the upcoming Casuana Ball. This was where Maks's opinion would be important. Before he spoke up, though, Arch blurted out, "We shouldn't attack. There are rumors all around Luthadel about how Casuana is stock piling their weapons, and how Deveaux has decided to support Casuana when it comes to fighters. Hazekillers, soldiers, allomancers, the works. Not a smart move in my opinion."

Maks waited for Arch to finish speaking before voicing his own opinion, "Rumors are just that, Arch, rumors. They tend to get a little exaggerated the more people they pass through, especially when they pass through you," a few of the men chuckled a little, "I had the opportunity to meet Lady Casuana earlier today, and it's my opinion that her House is more unstable than we might think. She seemed very unsure, even unconfident, most of the time that she was here. Though, she might just be exhausted from having to deal with so much stress recently. It's my assumption that the House is a prime target for us now, and an attack wouldn't be a bad idea."

 

 


#6 Ignas


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Posted 09 July 2009 - 06:22 AM

"Let us get this straight," Ignas said in a commanding, yet quiet tone, "we're not going to directly attack their Keep. That's foolishness. There must be a more... subtle touch. I just want to say that right now before anyone gets the idea that we are going to walk through the front gates and slaughter all the noblemen.

"Regardless of potential exaggeration on Arch's part, there is always reason for caution. At the very least, I know Casuana has the most guards of any Great House--that includes Venture. I'm sure our rebellion has more Allomancers than they, but once again, direct attacks never favor the side which has the insurgents. Keep that in mind.

"However. I am in favor of making an attack on Casuana."

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#7 Maks

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Posted 09 July 2009 - 11:49 AM

Maks nodded in agreement. There was no way that he would ever call for a direct attack on any Keep, mostly because a majority of their troops were likely to be slaughtered in the process, and then the Inquisitors would be there to finish off the rest. As things were, it was dangerous enough for them to be doing these strike and then run away attacks.

The group was silent for a moment while everyone stewed on the few things that had been said, then Lan spoke up, "Did anyone have something in mind, as far as an attack goes?"

Maks folded his arms across his chest and leaned back in his chair, "Well now that depends. Are we thinking of directly attacking Lady Casuana or some minor relative of hers? Because let's face it, while she would be the obvious target, the security on her is going to be insane. There's no way that we could get someone close enough to her to kill her... that is, of course, that she doesn't do anything foolish like go off by herself on the night of the Ball."

"Any other attack on the House would be pointless unless we got Lady Casuana," Arch said with a little attitude in his voice, "We take down her, the House is likely to crumble because there isn't really anyone else to take her place."

"Regardless," Maks started cooly, "The odds of the situation being perfect enough for us to even scratch her are slim to none. There's been talk that she's got at least one Mistborn protecting her."

 

 


#8 Perrin

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Posted 16 July 2009 - 12:29 AM

"Only one Mistborn? Well, that will be boring for me." Perrin commented as he slipped inside the room, his customary grin on his face. He had been out conducting reconnaissance earlier in the evening and wasn't surprised that the meeting had started without him. Perrin definitely wasn't part of the 'brains of the operation'. He was more the brawn, and he was completely fine with that arrangement.

He quickly scanned the faces present at the meeting, noting with a confused expression Ignas's burnt look. "So we are attacking, aren't we? There's been far too much time in between attacks, the noble scum is starting to get comfortable again," he said, sitting down on the edge of one of the kitchen tables.

"Surely you had something in mind already, Ignas," he said, eyeing the obligator. Half-Skaa or not, Perrin had never really fully trusted Ignas. The man always had the option of turning on them without so much as a second glance, and that made Perrin uncomfortable. But Perrin couldn't deny that Ignas was good for the Rebellion, up until his arrival, things had been... sloppy when it came to the Rebellion leadership. Sure they managed, but Ignas had changed the way that the whole group worked, and it was most assuredly working better than it ever had.

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#9 Ignas


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Posted 21 July 2009 - 02:10 AM

"Naturally," Ignas responded. It was good Perrin arrived; he'd need the Mistborn. Perrin was infuriating to no end--Ignas didn't need someone with such open hatred. At least Ignas kept his hatreds on the inside, so his head remained cool.

"It is clear you don't observe the nobility enough, Perrin," Ignas said. "They live in fear. They hate us for ruining their pretty little lives. Emotions are powerful. We can manipulate it. But what we don't want to do is enhance their hatred. Hate is a powerful uniting force, as all of your hate led you here. We don't want to unite them against us. We want them to be hopelessly, hopelessly confused. I have a plan."

Luckily, Ignas's plan might just knock Perrin down a few notches. Maybe be a bit more obedient...

"We won't hit Mia," Ignas said. "That would be too taxing on our forces. If she has a Mistborn at her side, I don't want to waste Perrin on that one. You--" he shot a glance to the arrogant Mistborn, "--need to do something else on Ball night. Namely, you are to deal with the Inquisitors."

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#10 Maks

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Posted 21 July 2009 - 03:20 AM

Maks found himself rolling his eyes as Perrin, the Rebellion's only Mistborn to date, entered the room. It was so like him to turn the attention of the room on himself. The man was arrogant and reckless. Needless to say, Maks wasn't a huge fan of his, but was another of those necessary evils that one always encounters with things like the Rebellion.

He turned his attention back to Ignas as he began to speak, noting with satisfaction that he wasn't the only one who wasn't particularly fond of Perrin. Maks nodded in agreement as Ignas stated that the attack would not be on Lady Casuana. He continued to nod as Ignas revealed that Perrin's assignment for the night of the ball was to take care of the Inquisitors. Wait.... what? He though. Inquisitors? Was Ignas serious? Perrin would be killed far quicker than he would be fighting another Mistborn. He had to be joking. And certainly there was no way that Perrin would actually agree to such an assignment. It was like agreeing to go to your own execution.

But then again, Perrin was incredibly reckless, so he just might accept such a job. He, along with the rest of the men in the room, turned to watch Perrin's reaction and response.

 

 


#11 Perrin

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Posted 21 July 2009 - 03:22 AM

Perrin's gaze turned hard as Ignas insulted him. What in the name of the Lord Ruler did Ignas think Perrin did during the daylight hours? Of course he observed the nobility. And he didn't need a lecture about emotions, though he would admit that he wasn't very good at manipulating other peoples emotions, he just wouldn't admit it to Ignas.

As Ignas announced that he wouldn't be attacking Lady Casuana, Perrin opened his mouth to protest, "Now see here--" he started, then fell silent as Ignas continued to speak.

"You need to do something else on Ball night. Namely, you are to deal with the Inquisitors." Ignas said.

Perrin froze for a moment. Inquisitors? He knew that Ignas didn't like him, but surely he didn't dislike him all that much to send their only Mistborn to certain death. For the first time in a long time, Perrin felt dread, perhaps even a little fear. He had never faced an Inquisitor, and had hoped that he wouldn't have to for much longer. The creatures had a reputation for being efficient killers, and were rumored to be even more powerful than allomancers. But then Perrin remembered that they were only human, at least deep down, and they could be stopped like any other thing. Perhaps Ignas was giving him this ridiculously impossible assignment to make Perrin seem weak. He must not have expected Perrin to actually accept the job. Ignas just wanted to show the others that he truly was in charge, the most powerful one in the group. But Ignas was wrong.

Before responding, Perrin glared at Ignas, stood and straightened his back, facing the Obligator squarely. He smirked a little, "Very well. At least the night will be entertaining for me," he laughed once. If Ignas thought that he could get rid of Perrin that easily, he was sorely mistaken. Perrin would take care of whatever Inquisitors Ignas wanted, and he would survive to tell the tale. He took his seat again on the edge of one of the tables, glancing at the others in the room. All of their faces showed shock and surprise, and Perrin didn't blame them. He felt the dread start to rise in his chest again, but forced it down. He could handle this. "Did you want them dead or just distracted?" Perrin asked as he continued to smirk.

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#12 Ignas


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Posted 21 July 2009 - 04:01 AM

Good, Ignas thought. Without Perrin's help, any operation would fail. Not only that, but Inquisitors would naturally recognize someone like Ignas. They were high ranking obligators, as well as death machines.

"You must get them away from Keep Casuana however you see fit. My contacts within the Ministry have informed me that Mia entered the Canton of Inquisition this afternoon. I think, to deter any attacks from our Rebellion. This may signal that she does not have a Mistborn on her side, like we thought, if she's going to the Inquisitors..."

He stayed silent for a moment. "There should only be one Inquisitor present, but I'm not certain. Prepare for two. You can kill them if you see an opportunity, but ideally, you will just lead them away from the Keep, and then you can slip away into Luthadel's streets. You may take any Misting backups you see fit, should you require their services.

"You strategists might think me rash for sending our one Mistborn out against an Inquisitor. Maybe you believe I have some... personal qualm with Perrin. Which you would be correct. Still, everyone knows I'm no fool when it comes to strategy. This risk is acceptable, given the operation. This is not supposed to be a suicide mission for Perrin--you're too valuable for that, even if I do get annoyed with you at times. Understand?"

Silence. There was no dissent, however.

Arch spoke next. "What 'operation' is this?"

Ignas grinned. He hoped the smile unnerved the men. "There are two primary goals. One, while we are not going to attack Lady Casuana herself, there will be a concerted attack on the nobility. Where it will really hurt. They will be talking about this for a long time after this.

"Two, recruiting. There is a small contigent of skaa Allomancers within the kitchen of Keep Casuana. Three, I think. I believe them to be skaa from a different Rebellion cell, and I intend to grab them. I am not one to waste potential resources.

"I will be making the attack by myself. My position as an obligator makes this simple. We will need skaa agents in the vicinity of the Keep for recruiting. I would prefer no Allomancers--except, perhaps, two Smokers--in this receiving contingent, especially if Perrin fails with the Inquisitors. There should be many, many skaa fleeing the Keep when I am finished. I will tell you the rendezvous location on the night of the Ball. I'm going to be rather sparse on details now. It is not a matter of trust, but security, you understand."

He looked to Perrin. "By the way. When you battle Inquisitors, fire does not kill them." Ignas glanced at his charred cloak. "Just a helpful piece of advice..."

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#13 Maks

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Posted 21 July 2009 - 12:45 PM

Before Perrin had responded, Maks swore that he saw nervousness, perhaps even fear, in the Mistborn's eyes. But then the arrogant man had accepted the assignment in usual fashion; that stupid smile on his face and a defiant twinkle in his eyes. Maks shook his head slightly, finding that he couldn't help but smile at the situation. Perrin was a damn fool, but he was a skilled damn fool. Something told Maks that he would more than likely make it out of the mission alive, maybe not unscathed, but alive.

Maks glanced around at the others while Ignas laid out the basics of this next operation. So a main reason for it was recruiting, a worthy goal, perhaps, as long as the 'concerted attack on the nobility' was enough of a distraction for the Skaa to slip away, though, knowing Ignas, that would be no problem.

He laughed quietly at Ignas's hidden attempt at humor regarding the Inquisitors, then spoke up, "I'll volunteer myself to be one of the Smokers receiving the Casuana Skaa." Maks had never been able to participate much in previous missions, and decided that he would like to experience it at least once. He might not be the strongest fighter, but he knew how to hold his own when the fight was even.

 

 


#14 Perrin

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Posted 21 July 2009 - 12:46 PM

So he would just be leading the Inquisitors away so that Ignas could put on a performance. That bothered Perrin a little.... well, a lot, actually. He liked being the center of attention, and while his own assignment would earn him enough repute, he would only show himself to the nobles for a short time, enough time for the Inquisitors to take notice and then give chase. Perrin would just have to settle for the chase, something that he would surely enjoy. It was a chase after all.

He studied Ignas for a moment after he offered his 'helpful advice', eyes lingering on the intricate tattoos around the Obligators eyes. "Doesn't appear to kill Obligators either," he commented, his distaste for Ignas plain.

"Are we allowed to know any details about this attack on the nobility? Or is that something that will be revealed on a later date as well?"

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#15 Ignas


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Posted 21 July 2009 - 07:42 PM

Perrin was a fool, of course. Fire killed obligators just fine--Ignas had done it himself. It's just... the cursed Inquisitors always Ironpulled out of the flames.

"There will be fire," Ignas said. "There will also be a lot of screams, unless they all die first."

The obligator stared into Perrin's eyes. "Does that suffice, Oh Mighty Mistborn? Or should I go on, and say that there will be lots of noblewomen will scream as their puffy, overweight ballroom dresses encase them in flames? That skaa will be running around screaming 'By the Lord Ruler, I didn't know stone could be set on fire!'?"

There was some slight exaggeration in Ignas's words. But only slightly.

"At that point, Maks's team recruits said skaa. Any questions?"

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#16 Perrin

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Posted 24 July 2009 - 05:40 AM

The room was uncomfortably still when Ignas finished speaking. Perrin almost considered it a shame that he and Ignas could never have a conversation without their disdain for each other showing or getting in the way. Their personalities just clashed far too much to encourage a civil relationship between them, even though they worked for the same cause.

Perrin returned the glare sent at him by the obligator. Someday, Perrin would like to put the man in his place, but it was generally frowned upon to attack the man that was considered the leader of the group that you work for. So Perrin restrained himself; for now.

"So.... you're going to burn down Casuana's Keep?" Arch's hesitant voice asked, breaking the tension in the room.

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#17 Ignas


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Posted 27 July 2009 - 07:06 PM

Ignas frowned. He had hoped the question was rhetorical enough to end the issue. Apparently, Arch wasn't that smart. Had Ignas still been a member of the Steel Ministry, this sort of behavior solidify the notion that skaa were inferior. Instead, now it only annoyed him.

"No," he stated simply. He whirled about. "Now that the sensitive information is done being discussed--" Maybe now they'd finally shut up, "--I have someone I want you to meet. A particularly... interesting Pewterarm I acquired yesterday. Though Thug is probably the more accurate term."

"Dane, bring Nessa up for me, will you?" Knowing her strength, she'd probably attack that "evil obligator" who scared her into the Rebellion on first sight.

Oh, this will be fun...

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#18 Nessa


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Posted 27 July 2009 - 08:01 PM

Nessa shifted uncomfortably in the space she had been given, wondering what was going to happen to her, when she would have a chance to bolt, and whether or not she would take it. The people who had brought her here seemed interesting enough, and were decidedly more likable than her last crew (not that it took much to accomplish that particular feat), and had saved her from that Obligator. And while she had used up almost all of her power getting away from him, she'd managed to store up a small reserve of it again, just in case. It was barely anything at all when compared with what she'd saved to steal that bread yesterday, but it would do in a pinch.

For now, there was nothing Nessa could do other than wait. And think. Supposedly she was supposed to go meet some people soon for some sort of meeting, though she had no idea why. If not for the fact that she was interested to see what would happen, she probably would have tried to escape yesterday after they first brought her here. Well. That, and the Obligator. Nessa shivered involuntarily at the very thought of him. What would have happened had he caught her? She didn't want to think about that.

At last, at what felt like Nessa to be a rather late hour, a man came to fetch her. He was Dane, one of the few people here she knew by name, and therefore only slightly less a stranger than everyone else. She didn't say anything when he told her it was time to go; she just glanced up at him for a moment before standing. She was only happy to let him take the lead, letting herself follow while keeping an eye out for any conveniently located doors, windows, bolt-holes, and any sort of furniture or other object that could be used as obstacles. Sometimes getting away from your enemy wasn't just about running fast.

And so, before she knew it, Nessa had arrived at the meeting place. Dane opened the door....

And time stopped again.

She froze, eyes wide and face white, staring at the man who seemed to be leading this meeting. That Obligator from yesterday. Why was he here? Was this a trap? Had he paid off some thieving crew to "rescue" her and then sell her out to the Ministry? There was only one thing Nessa knew for certain, though.

She had tried running, and failed. The only way to get this man off her tail was to beat him back.

"You!" she snarled, taking off at a dash straight towards him. There was a table in the way, which Nessa flipped up, over, and to the side with just enough of a burst of power to accomplish the task. She had precious little remaining, and what she did have, she would need to finish the job.

The crash of the upset table resounded through the kitchen, but Nessa ignored it, leaping out of the way of its haphazard course until she had neared her target. It was then that she readied the past of her power as she aimed a fist at the Obligator's nose, intending to use the last of her reserve to knock him out. Or better.

That was, of course, assuming Nessa was able to land the punch.


#19 Perrin

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Posted 28 July 2009 - 02:34 AM

((I took a little liberty with this post, if that's not ok, just let me know and I'll change it immediately. :) ))

An 'interesting' thug? Why did it matter to the leadership of the Rebellion that they had obtained a new recruit. Perrin folded his arms across his chest, and huffed in frustration. Did he really need to be here for this, or was he free to leave? Whatever the case may have been, Perrin didn't get a chance to ask if he could leave, for a dark haired girl entered the room.

There was no time to assess her, gain a first impression of sorts, however, because as soon as she laid eyes on Ignas, she uttered a surprised 'you' in recognition of him, and then took off at a pewter-enhanced sprint directly at him. The girl tossed a table out of her way in the process, and Perrin, startled from her reaction, barely had enough time to dash in front of Ignas to block the attack that the girl was aiming at him.

He reached out and caught her fist, then shoved it back a little. His eyes were wide, and his muscles taunt. He reached within himself, checking his metal levels, for he had flared copper, pewter, and tin in his initial shock of her attack. Everything was still at acceptable levels, especailly if this Nessa decided to try anything else. Perrin may not have liked Ignas much, but he was loyal enough to the Rebellion that he would protect it's main leader from a street urchin like this.

"What in the name of the Lord Ruler do you think you're doing?" he snapped at the girl. Then, straightening up a little, he turned his head slightly, eyes still on the girl, speaking to Ignas, "What is this, Ignas? You should have let me know ahead of time that it was beat up the obligator night, and I would have come prepared for it."

"Yes, do you mind explaining why this.. girl.. has been brought to the meeting tonight?" Maks asked, the alarm obvious in his voice, he was now standing along with the rest of the Rebellion leaders, a few of their chairs knocked over.

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#20 Ignas


  • Architect of the Rebellion, the Shade

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High House Noble
  • Age46

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginWestern Dominance

Posted 28 July 2009 - 07:21 AM

((No, that was great.))

Ignas grinned. He didn't show, however, how grateful he was to Perrin. It was a well-known fact that punches to the face--especially from a Pewterarm--was never fun.

"Oh, you know," he said, "just bringing the family together." He ducked away from the clash between Mistborn and Misting.

"Nessa. Cut it out. You're safe here. See that cloak over there? It's burned because I fought an Inquisitor today. You can join us, and not die from the Inquisition. Your little 'power' you have can get you killed, you know. Luckily, my friend--who, mind you, probably hates me just as much as you do right now--can keep you in check. I can tell you more about that power.

"Or you can join the fire. Inquisitors can survive it, but you? You can't."

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