Edited by Mailliw73, 18 September 2013 - 05:33 PM.

So, the Inquisition was formed. The nobles begin to fear assassination from all sides. The times of nobility Mistborn killing each other are over. The Steel Inquisitors look for aristocrat traitors and insurgent skaa, and the skaa try with all their strength to merely survive. The Lord Ruler's perfect Final Empire is slowly devolving into chaos.
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Posted 18 September 2013 - 05:17 PM
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Posted 18 September 2013 - 08:34 PM
Edited by Mailliw73, 24 September 2013 - 01:08 AM.
#31
Posted 24 September 2013 - 12:46 AM
He tried to forget. That was the point of it all, after all. All the men, the jokes, the drinking, it was all about forgetting. Not about nothing, but about everything else. Sometimes, it felt like there were so many things pent up inside of him, just waiting to burst out and devour him whole. All the pain and guilt and heartbreak and fear could get so overwhelming that sometimes, Valerre felt like they were suffocating him.
Daphne understood, at least somewhat, anyways. She had come from a similar place, and had gone through some of the same things Valerre had. That was one of the reason whey he loved her so much, that and the fact that she was strong. Though he knew it was a foolish hope, sometimes Valerre liked to pretend that if he stuck by Daphne long enough, some of her strength would rub off on him, and he would be able to overcome the wraith-like memories that haunted his mind. He couldn't be free of his past though, no matter how strong he might become. And Valerre wasn't strong, not even close. He was weak. He was weak, and miserable , and worthless. And so were the things he had inside of him. Even Daphne couldn't understand how he really felt. She was too strong, too perfect, too good. She could never understand what it was to be entirely helpless.
I thought I came out here to forget about everything, not think about it more! That was Valerre's constant frustration. No matter how he tried, how much he drank, or how many men he seduced, it was never enough to escape from what haunted him.
Suddenly, Valerre caught snatches of a conversation from down the alley. The voice was soft, but so was the night, and Valerre caught something about a demonstration, and a fight. Listening carefully, he heard another voice respond, saying, "If they try to fight us we surrender. Then maybe they won't kill us. If they still want to kill us after that, then you can fight. Either way, I'm leaving as soon as they let me."
Ah, so someone's found us. Now Valerre had a decision to make. He could stay silent and continue to focus on nothing. He could fetch Trev, get him to investigate, and try to get some sleep. Or, he could throw caution to the wind and see what these intruders were about, and how much they knew about his home.
Silently, with a gymnast's grace, Valerre rose to his feet and crept into the shadows of the alley. When he reached a concealed spot, he jumped into the air and caught the lip of a windowsill. Gripping with his hands and flexing his core, he flipped himself up and latched his legs over the low roof of the building. He clambered up and circled around to where he had heard the voices, then carefully half climbed, half vaulted down, hoping to surprise them from behind.
"Hello," he said, in what he hoped was his most intimidating voice. For effect, he burned zinc and focused on his own fear of the shadowy figures in the mist ahead of him, and latched onto the fear of the two intruders, pulling it out of them. "I hear you are looking for a brothel. Might I make some recommendations?"
#32
Posted 24 September 2013 - 01:07 AM
Wilor saw Devin open her mouth to respond--probably with some comment about how this was all his idea anyway--when he heard a voice from out of nowhere speak behind them.
Hello, I hear you are looking for a brothel. Might I make some recommendations?" the voice inquired. Wilor spun around instantly, fear rushing through him instantly. He flared iron and grabbed a knife, preparing to fight if necessary.
The man wasn't as intimidating as he sounded. "We are looking for a specific one, you see. I feel like rebelling against convention tonight. Do you know of a place where some fellow rebels against normality attend?" Wilor responded, seeing if the man would catch his references to the rebellion.
Edited by Mailliw73, 24 September 2013 - 01:08 AM.
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Posted 24 September 2013 - 09:34 AM
#34
Posted 24 September 2013 - 03:51 PM
"Me?" He asked, "Obviously one of them? I do hope not. I prefer to think I stand out from the crowd, in any context. Besides, I'm not certain which lot you are trying to lump me in with, but I'm sure they are hideous." Valerre grinned, and focused on his annoyance that his new friends weren't more interesting, hoping his zinc would bring out the same in them. The obviously knew about the rebellion that much was clear. Now the question was were they spies or new recruits? And, by extension, did it necessarily matter to Valerre? True, he had a certain amount of duty to the rebellion, or to Daphne at the very least, to keep the brothel safe. However, he hadn't given anything away yet, and these two had his interest for the moment. It would be a shame to waste such an opportunity.
"How about you two take me out for a drink? I think that sounds like an agreeable plan. You there," he said, gesturing to the bulky looking man with the strange wooden mask on. What kind of fashion statement was he trying to make? "You like you've got some change in your pockets. I know a nice parlor not far from here, where you could get me so drunk I'll tell you everything I know."
#35
Posted 24 September 2013 - 04:55 PM
Ah well, I actually wouldn't mind a drink. I want to see where this goes. Wilor ceased his iron-flaring, instead keeping it at a comfortable, low burn.
Edited by Mailliw73, 24 September 2013 - 04:56 PM.
#36
Posted 24 September 2013 - 05:03 PM
#37
Posted 25 September 2013 - 09:34 PM
The man in the mask, however, he was more interesting. He had not only agreed to Valerre's proposition they go for drinks, but he had also implicitly agreed to pay without a second thought. Perhaps he really is a spy. It was too bad that Valerre could tell already that he wasn't his type, he'd never been with a spy before. Probably not missing out on anything anyways. Attractive people generally didn't wear masks, and the strange man in front of him likely had a reason he wore his.
"Excellent, I know the perfect establishment. It's not far from here actually," Valerre smiled and tilted his head to the side, studying the pair. "Well," he asked, "Shall we?"
#38
Posted 25 September 2013 - 10:20 PM
As she examined the situation, Delve cursed inwardly. All she wanted was to get away. She wanted nothing to do with the rebellion, and certainly nothing to do with a rebellion that hid at a brothel. "I assume you have a name? This is bread-man, and I'm Devin. One should always know their drinking companions."
#39
Posted 25 September 2013 - 10:52 PM
If he acts like a noble, could it be that he is one? Possibly one of those half-breeds. The fact that he worked at a brothel seemed to support that idea. Maybe even an Allomancer! Wilor tried to think of which type he could be, if any. He remembered the fear he had felt when the man dropped behind them. Maybe a Soother or a Rioter? Or a Smoker or Seeker perhaps? The rebellion could use both those very much. If he is a Seeker, he should notice my iron.
Edited by Mailliw73, 25 September 2013 - 10:54 PM.
#40
Posted 26 September 2013 - 12:04 PM
"So," he said with another smile. "What brings you to to this part of our lovely slums?"
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