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Evening Escapes

W1 D5 NT Claudia Elariel Perrin

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#1 Claudia Elariel


  • Elariel Mistborn

57
Theatre Spectator
  • Age20

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 16 July 2009 - 03:41 AM

Crouching on the edge of the wall, Claudia starred out across Luthadel. The mists swirled lightly around her. A soft breeze rustled the tassels of her mistcloak. The stars shone brightly in the night sky ? the perfect view for a Mistborn ? but they were dim next to the metals burning within. The city smelled of ash mixed with death. Hesitating only a second she threw out a coin and leapt into the air Pushing against it. She shot up soaring momentarily before arcing back down. Carefully she threw out another coin and Pushed against it, steadying her decent. Her control was imperfect and she would have landed harder than was comfortable if she hadn?t been burning pewter to absorb the impact.

On the rooftops she broke into a run. Light-footed and fleet as a deer Claudia raced through the night soundlessly. Moving at this speed the air turned into a wind that scoured her face and hands. Claudia welcome it, flaring her tin so that she could feel it more acutely. The coppery stench of blood on her obsidian daggers assailed her senses threatening to remind her of what she had just done.Silent death, she thought. The reapers of decay for the Final Empire. For a second she choked on the smell, images of blood spraying across the walls as her dagger slid across fleshy throats nearly overwhelming her. This was her job; protecting the interests of her House. Haussau and D?Aubinge might have thought to ally and break into Elariel?s industries but that would prove more difficult if they weren?t sure who was hunting down their representatives. She was fortunate they had decided to meet outside of their manors, in a small inn near the outskirts of Luthadel. It had made her task much easier.

She jumped onto another roof and stopped, her eyes drawn to Keep Elarial in the distance. She was supposed to return home and report to her father. Not tonight, though. She wasn?t in the mood. Claudia turned away. For a second she stood indecisive. She didn?t want to go home but with no task she had nowhere to go. Of course, she could go watch the skaa but it was late. They would be in their homes hiding from the mist. But then?.maybe not. Claudia had heard of the Rebellion and the Inquisition against supposed skaa Allomancers. Probably she would see nothing. After all, just going out randomly hardly ever netted anyone anything, but it would keep her away from home and on a legitimate excuse. Smiling in her slight, gentle way ? the mask she used to convince everyone she was happy ? Claudia dropped a coin and vaulted back into the air heading towards the slums.

 

Characters: Claudia Elariel, Jessica Marsdale, Kayla, Adalae Lekal


#2 Perrin

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Posted 19 July 2009 - 09:28 PM

The night was young. Perrin had already mugged a noble and done some eavesdropping, though the sun had only been gone for a few hours. At the moment, he was sitting in a shadowed corner of one of the small squares located within the slums, dressed as a beggar. Although this 'beggar' wore a mist cloak underneath his cape. Perrin also had his customary hood on; wouldn't do for someone to see him and then recognize him later on. Secrecy and anomnimity were big parts of Perrin's life. Only those that he trusted (at least for the most part) knew who he was and what he did.

Perrin had chosen to sit in this square for a short time for a couple reasons. One of the major whore houses was located within hearing distance for Perrin, giving him the opportunity to listen in on nobles who might be spilling secrets to their mistresses. And the other reason was, one of the major whore houses was located only a short distance away, giving Perrin plenty of targets to chose from if he felt like attacking a noble. Any noble who used the whore houses for some temporary selfish pleasure was asking for punishment, in Perrin's opinion.

At the moment, he had his copper turned on to hide him from possible Empire Seekers, and he also had pewter and tin on at a very low level. While he found it handy to listen in at the whore houses occasionally, he didn't particularly enjoy listening to the filthy nobles moaning or the poor Skaa women crying. If he noticed someone starting to speak, he would burn tin at a higher level so as to hear. But there hadn't been much speaking since Perrin had arrived to eavesdrop.

Somewhat bored, he flared his tin for a moment, relishing in the wave of sensory information that flooded him. And then he tensed. It was faint, but Perrin was certain that he heard the rythmic sound of an allomancer using coins to leap through the city. The sound seemed to be coming this direction, so Perrin reached inside himself to check the levels of his metals. Satisfied that they were all high enough, he discarded his beggar cape and stepped out into the square. Perrin dropped a coin of his own and pushed himself up onto a nearby building's roof. He scanned the area around him, trying to find the source of the noise. For the moment, he couldn't see anyone, so he turned off his copper. If there were a Mistborn coming this way, they would certainly sense Perrin burning his other metals, alerting them to his presence.

Perhaps he would get a chase tonight. He grinned. That would certainly be fun.

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#3 Claudia Elariel


  • Elariel Mistborn

57
Theatre Spectator
  • Age20

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 19 July 2009 - 10:08 PM

She paused. The mists danced around her, playing with her almost seeming to welcome her presence in the night. In the distance a faint allomantic pulse caught her attention. Claudia flared her bronze confirming her suspicion. Someone out there was burning metals, steel she thought. Coinshot? She wondered. I wonder what that's about. She checked her metal reserves. Her night had gone easily, she had enough of almost everything except tin which she burned frequently and often flared. Overusing her tin was a habit she had gotten into early and her training master had never been able to break her of it. She did, however, learn to keep an extra vial of that particular metal so that she wouldn't find herself without it when she needed it. She slipped the vial into her hands and quietly drank the contents, biting back a wince at the burning alcohol as it ran down her throat.

Keeping her copper on a low steady burn to hide her own allomancy, Claudia burned pewter for extra balance and dropped a coin. Leaping into the air again she headed silently and quickly towards the source of the pulse. A Coinshot in the slums would be something to see; whether it was a noble or otherwise. It might even net her valuable information. Best of all, Claudia would be able to avoid going home for a few hours.

She landed on a roof near where she had felt the pulse but not right on top of it. From here she would move a little more subtly. She checked her mistcloak, making sure the hood was secure. For Claudia it wasn't just a matter of shielding her face from view but also keeping her hair secured behind her. Her long, honey brown plaits were done up in looping braided ponytails but they would be immediately recognizable to anyone who had ever seen her. Satisfied that her pins would keep her hair tied back and that the hood of the cloak was going to stay in place she moved slowly, silent as a mouse, towards her destination.

 

Characters: Claudia Elariel, Jessica Marsdale, Kayla, Adalae Lekal


#4 Perrin

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Posted 20 July 2009 - 11:50 PM

A grin crossed Perrin's lips when he spotted a shadow leaping closer towards him through the mists. He burned copper again to hide himself from the Mistborn at least when it came to bronze. His goal had been to get their attention and lure them towards him, and having accomplished that, there was no reason for Perrin to leave himself exposed, though he occasionally did so for kicks and giggles. Tonight, however, he would be taking the more cautious approach to the unfamiliar allomancer.

He slunk back into some deep shadows, watching the figure as they stopped atop a nearby roof, and then began to approach in a more quiet fashion. The shadows wouldn't hide him from the Mistborn's tin enhanced eyes for very long, but for now he felt better standing within them so that other prying eyes couldn't see him.

From his position, Perrin came to the conclusion that the approaching Mistborn was of the gentler sex. He smiled; female Mistborn tended to provide him with more interesting encounters. They didn't like to give up easily, and there were only a few that Perrin had come up against that were as skilled/experienced as he was. He'd been Mistborn for a little more than half his life at this point, and while he felt rather confident in his skills, there were still new tricks that he was learning. Perrin suspected that he would never completely know everything about allomancy, and that made him happy. It gave him a challenge to learn as much as he could before he either was killed or decided to retire to a more quiet life than the one he lived now.

When the she-Mistborn was only a few buildings away from him, Perrin decided that it was time to reveal himself. Taking two coins from his pouch, he flicked one out in front of him, and then after taking a short running jump pushed against it, arcing himself in the direction of the newcomer. As he started to descend, he took the coin in his hand and shot it towards his newest play-thing, for that was all he considered her at this point; something to keep him occupied for the time being.

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#5 Claudia Elariel


  • Elariel Mistborn

57
Theatre Spectator
  • Age20

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 21 July 2009 - 12:17 AM

Flared tin had its advantages, especially in the dark. Claudia heard the coin cutting a path through the air long before she was in any danger of it reaching her. Still, she hesitated purposefully slowing her reaction time. Claudia wasn't the most skilled allomancer; in fact her trainer had often said she was down right mediocre, but that didn't mean she didn't understand the fine art of subterfuge. Waiting until the last possible second, when any common Tineye would have noticed the coin she dodged to the left simultaneously burning steel and Pushing the coin off to the side.

Her eyes sought the source of the attack. The starlight was bright enough that she could easily see him arcing towards her although the darkness still obscured the definition of his features. Reaching into her pouch she pulled out a handful of coins and threw them up in his direction Pushing hard. At the same time she leapt up slightly, turning her body in the air and shooting out another coin. Pushing against it, she shot just above the roof of the building behind where she expected her mysterious attacker to land. Claudia didn't land easily or gracefully, catching herself on the edge of the roof and keeping her balance with pewter-enhanced muscles.

Her daggers were at easy reach, but she didn't draw them. Cluadia disliked fighting anyone, other Mistborn were no exception to this and she had had enough death for one night. If she could somehow manage to do this and not resort to serious violence she would count the night as a lucky one. A part of her told her the best way to accomplish that was to simply leave -- to run until she was far enough away that she could make her way home without being tracked. But she wasn't going to do that. Curiosity held her as firmly in place as if she had heard a siren's call. Who was this man? If he was Mistborn -- which she thought was obvious, no Misting would have blantantly attacked an obvious Mistborn the way he had -- why turn off his copper? It didn't make sense that it was a trap for her; he couldn't have known she would come out here. Claudia hadn't even known that herself, it had simply been another impulse. For a second she considered that he might not be alone. She listened intently to the night but all she could hear was soft cries of feigned pleasure or true terror coming from the nearby whorehouses. He was by himself, then. Perhaps his goal was just random violence. Claudia could believe that; the Final Empire was all ashes and death after all.

 

Characters: Claudia Elariel, Jessica Marsdale, Kayla, Adalae Lekal


#6 Perrin

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Posted 21 July 2009 - 11:46 AM

As the handful of coins shot towards Perrin, he burned Iron, pulling on a metal post atop a nearby building. Before hitting the building, Perrin used Steel to push back ever so slightly against the same post, slowing his flight through the air. When he reached the building, Perrin pulled again on the post, keeping him from falling to the ground, then after quickly judging the distance to the newcomer, he threw another coin to the ground. He pushed off the post, and then pushed on the coin as well to throw him higher into the air. As he began to fall, Perrin tucked into a front flip.

He flicked a few coins to the rooftop of the building next to the one the she-Mistborn had landed on, and pushed against them, again slowing his descent. While pushing hard against the coins below him, Perrin's landing could be described as soft or even graceful. He made barely a soft thump, and only a sprinkling of ash puffed up around him. Perrin turned to the she-Mistborn and brought himself up to his full height and simply stared. He flared tin, trying to see if he could make out her face through the dark, but no such luck. She was wearing a hood as well, and the shadows created by it were enough to hide her features.

Perrin grinned, pushing up against the coins that he had used to land ever so slightly. He quickly centered himself on them, and maintained the gentle push, keeping him hovering about a foot off of the rooftop. Tonight, Perrin would have liked to get in some actual sparing, but he hadn't been given any atium from the Rebellion for a while, and even if they had, he wouldn't waste it on this purely amusing situation; it was for serious missions. And if this she-Mistborn had atium, Perrin would have been at an extreme disadvantage. Something Perrin didn't particularly like. So tonight would be a 'spar' from a distance, meaning he would only be using coins, leading her on a chase, or pursuing her.

With the speed of his pewter enhanced body, Perrin quickly reached into his coin pouch and pulled out a handful of coins. He sprinted towards the edge of the building that he was on, and when reached, took a flying leap towards the she-Mistborn. Before shooting his coins off at her, Perrin found an anchor behind him on the building he had just leapt off of and pushed, accelerating him towards her, but also putting him on a slightly arcing path. As he flew closer, he began to shoot the coins at her rapidly, one at a time, all the while, his customary grin plastered to his face.

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#7 Claudia Elariel


  • Elariel Mistborn

57
Theatre Spectator
  • Age20

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 22 July 2009 - 03:24 AM

Coin after coin shot towards her and Claudia was working hard just to deflect them. She could see the Mistborn coming at her, a picture of graceful death cutting through the night. He was good or at least he was better than Claudia. Pushing against the side of the building Claudia leapt back into the air Iron Pullling herself against the building behind them. Her Mistcloak flapped around her, tassels shimmering. She kept her Tin flared hoping the ambient light would catch his face but she wasn?t having any luck with that so far.

A thought flashed through Claudia?s mind. She didn?t know what this man?s motives were but most people were at least reasonable. She hadn?t really acted aggressively; whatever reasons he had for doing this he might be able to be persuaded to stop. She burned brass and zinc, and reached out pressing against his emotions doing her best to Riot any sense of anxiety he might have while Soothing feelings of aggression. She landed lightly on the roof behind her barely feeling the impact. Claudia?s feet made know sound. Watching him closely, she crouched into a defensive stance staying on the edge of the building.

Around her the night was to quiet. Only the natural sounds of the night and the people of the city were audible about the sound of coins hitting the wall. With her Tin burning brightly it seemed amazing to her that no one could hear them. She could hear her attacker?s breathing. For a second Claudia considered what she would do if he had atium. She had a little but she hated burning it and wouldn?t want to end up having to just because she took a slight detour on her way home. Atium was for important tasks.

 

Characters: Claudia Elariel, Jessica Marsdale, Kayla, Adalae Lekal


#8 Perrin

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Posted 24 July 2009 - 12:34 AM

As Perrin landed on the rooftop, he suddenly felt somewhat nervous, and felt hesitant to attack the she-Mistborn again. So she didn't want to play? That was a shame. Well, if she didn't want to play now, Perrin could at least try to find out why she had come to the slums. Most Mistborn only came here for a reason, seeing as most Mistborn were nobles.

"Why have you come here?" Perrin asked, lowering his voice. "You're not welcome."

And she wasn't, as far as he was concerned. The slums were his 'territory', and no noble had any right to trespass where his people lived. If she had come to harm any skaa, she would be finding herself pursued seriously rather than just for fun.

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#9 Claudia Elariel


  • Elariel Mistborn

57
Theatre Spectator
  • Age20

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 24 July 2009 - 01:58 AM

The overt questioning took Claudia by surprise. It was a common practice, almost an unspoken rule, that Mistborn did not trouble each other if they weren't directly involved in each others actions. The nobles of Luthadel always seemed determined to pretend that this world, the world of shadow and mist that existed in sharp contrast to their glittering parties and shinning balls, didn't exist. Most Mistborn were all to happy to play that game with them. Claudia had always suspected that other Mistborn felt more important because things were done this way. It gave them a sense of power that other people simply didn't have; a special place outside of society where they could do whatever they wanted and have it largely ignored.

His voice was loud and ringing, despite the fact that he was speaking softly. Claudia pitched her tone similarly, although in her case it was mostly a lost cause since her voice was naturally at the higher range. She could only mitigate the effects and try to control how far it carried in the night. "It's no business of yours," she replied. Her words weren't harsh or even angry. In fact she sounded the way she almost always did -- caring.

Even to her the reply sounded weak. Still, she didn't have a better answer for him. She hardly knew what she was doing out here herself. She had only wanted a quiet place to pass a few hours and perhaps think. Claudia was staying now because curiosity and a strange sense of stubborn pride woudln't let her do anything else. "I wasn't bothering you or anyone else," she added quietly.

 

Characters: Claudia Elariel, Jessica Marsdale, Kayla, Adalae Lekal


#10 Perrin

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Posted 24 July 2009 - 04:29 AM

No business of his, indeed. Any noble that felt the need to enter the slums of Luthadel usually did so with an overtly malicious purpose. None came here on a whim; they despised and distrusted the skaa too much to do so. Perrin assumed that this woman's purpose for being here was no different. And yet, there was something else to her voice. Innocence, perhaps? Whatever it was, Perrin could tell that she was young, probably sheltered to an extreme by her parents as most noble girls were. It seemed to Perrin that this girl might have been an exception to his assumption. However, her after thought of a statement that she wasn't bothering anyone rubbed Perrin the wrong way.

"Your very existance bothers me," he snapped back at her, his usual smile now gone from his face. It didn't matter that she wasn't doing anything at the moment, passively, however, she was doing just what every noble did. She was suppressing the skaa. Lording over them like animals. Even noble children were on the receiving end of Perrin's hate, for they too would someday continue to beat down the only people that he would ever love. This girl, no matter who she was, was hated by Perrin.

Perrin drew in a deep, steadying breath to calm himself, and when he spoke, the sharp acid had gone out of his voice, but a hardness remained, radiating his hatred, "As I said before, you are not welcome here, girl," he paused. Something tugged at Perrin, arousing his curiousity. Was the girl pulling on his emotions again? No, he couldn't feel her touch. It was something else. The thing that he had picked up in the way she had responded to him was gnawing at his mind. Something told him that this girl, truly didn't mean harm to anyone in the slums tonight. But how was that possible? Even those nobles who came to the slums to meet with informants had a negative intent about them. The information gained was generally always used to bring down others, whether directly or indirectly. So even their presence in the slums irritated Perrin.

This girl just seemed.... different, if that were at all possible. And Perrin was having a hard time even considering that fact, since she had only spoken the two sentences to him. Still....

"State your purpose, and I will allow you to leave peacefully," he said, his voice still hard.

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#11 Claudia Elariel


  • Elariel Mistborn

57
Theatre Spectator
  • Age20

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 24 July 2009 - 04:46 AM

There was such malice, such hatred in his voice. Why should her existence bother him? That made no sense whatsoever; especially if it wasn't personal. For a second she was speechless. Then her eyes widened and she stifled a gasp. If his hatred was general then he wasn't referring to her, so much as to her kind of people. He didn't mean Mistborn either unless he had an unhealthy self-loathing. Claudia just didn't get that vibe from him. That left another possibility -- he met her kind of people. She was in the slums; could he mean nobles in general? If that was the case that would make him....skaa. A skaa Mistborn?

She took a breath collecting herself from the impact of the thought. She knew there were skaa allomancers, but a Mistborn? How are we different, then? "I'm sorry," she said finally. "That my presence here troubles you. I had no particular purpose, and so I will just withdraw."

 

Characters: Claudia Elariel, Jessica Marsdale, Kayla, Adalae Lekal


#12 Perrin

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Posted 24 July 2009 - 05:00 AM

Perrin was a little surprised. She had given up so easily. Either she was an incredibly inexperienced Mistborn and knew that there was no way that she could win a fight, or she truly had no purpose in the slums, or both. Perrin chuckled a little in amusement. Now his curiosity was truly aroused.

"Everything has a purpose," he responded, "I'm afraid that that wasn't a good enough answer for me. So either you come up with a better one or," he allowed himself to grin again, "I will follow you until I discover what your purpose is."

He took a few steps forward, barely disturbing the ash beneath his feet, "Perhaps you're here to gain information. Maybe even to kill, though I doubt you would have the nerve," he said, making the assumption based on the innocence he heard in her voice.

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#13 Claudia Elariel


  • Elariel Mistborn

57
Theatre Spectator
  • Age20

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 24 July 2009 - 05:13 AM

Her eyes tracked him carefully. He moved with a grace she knew came only with practice. He had an air about him, an arrogance evident in every step and word. Strangely he was trying to provoke her, or she thought he was, but he hadn't tried pressing on her emotions as far as she could tell.

He thought she had come here to meet someone. It was a logical assumption; most nobles wouldn't come down here for anything else. And in this case he was wrong. It wasn't the only thing he was wrong about, either. If he tried to kill her or if he followed her and she couldn't loose him they would fight and if she could she would kill him. Claudia hated killing -- that was not the same as not being able to do it when she had to. Her blades had already tasted blood tonight, it was why she had been out in the first place.

She shook her head. "You mistake me. My offer to leave was meant only insofar as I had nothing to do here this night and it would mean nothing to me to leave. It was good manners and nothing else. I have nothing else to tell you." He probably expected brave words, or some kind of angry retort. Claudia wasn't going to waste her time with either one. Why should she care what he thought of her? If he thought that was worth spilling blood then she would have learned far more about him than he about her.

 

Characters: Claudia Elariel, Jessica Marsdale, Kayla, Adalae Lekal


#14 Perrin

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Posted 24 July 2009 - 05:28 AM

Perrin rolled his eyes. Manners were not meant for Mistborn. Manners were for the nobility, pretending at every instant that they weren't acting selfishly with everything that they did.

He cocked his head to the side, studying the girl. "So that's it, then? You're just going to walk away peacefully?" In all his days, or rather nights, spent out in the mist, in the world of the Mistborn, he had never come across one this polite. Why was she trying to be? It seemed as though she preferred to avoid confrontation, but that was impossible for someone like them. It confused Perrin that she would avoid a fight, something that he relished and enjoyed so much. Though, she was a female. Maybe that made her less willing to perform as most Mistborn did, that performance being an assassin. A tool, in a way, for others to use.

"If that's the case," he observed, "You're the strangest Mistborn I've come in contact with."

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#15 Claudia Elariel


  • Elariel Mistborn

57
Theatre Spectator
  • Age20

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 24 July 2009 - 05:34 AM

"You probably don't mean it as one, but I think I'll take it as a compliment," Claudia said quietly. The risk now would be actually leaving. He could try to kill her at any point. As soon as he thought she wasn't paying attention he was likely to try and kill her anyway. If he sensed an opening, it would probably be against his nature to refuse to take it. She knew she shouldn't say anything else, but she couldn't help adding, "Not everything has to end in violence. I don't know you and I have no business with you. There's no reason for this to become anything else."

 

Characters: Claudia Elariel, Jessica Marsdale, Kayla, Adalae Lekal


#16 Perrin

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Posted 24 July 2009 - 05:49 AM

Perrin found himself chuckling again. This girl was amusing, if nothing else. "No one said anything about violence, though that would be quite fun," he took a coin from his bag and flicked it into the air, catching it, and then flicking it up again.

"If you truly mean what you say, that you had no purpose in coming here tonight whatsoever, which I doubt," he said, turning ninety degrees and walking a few steps, "Then you have intrigued me." Perrin stopped his walk and turned back to face the girl, catching the coin as it fell to him once more.

"Did you come here out of boredom? Surely, if that were the case, there are far more interesting places to visit than the skaa slums."

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#17 Claudia Elariel


  • Elariel Mistborn

57
Theatre Spectator
  • Age20

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 24 July 2009 - 05:59 AM

No one had said anything about violence. That was true, she supposed but it was what he had been thinking. Or at least what most people would think. "Perhaps I wasn't looking for something more interesting," Claudia answered, thoughtfully. "Maybe I just wanted a quiet night....or a place to think."

He was walking away, albeit a little at a time. That might be a good sign but it might not, she couldn't be sure yet. She watched the coin in his hands carefully. She was beginning to think that coming here hadn't been a bad idea. She may have intrigued him, but he fascinated her. At least the concept of a skaa Mistborn did, not really the man himself.

 

Characters: Claudia Elariel, Jessica Marsdale, Kayla, Adalae Lekal


#18 Perrin

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Posted 24 July 2009 - 06:12 AM

"You couldn't have a quiet night or a place to think in your comfortable home? That seems rather sad, if you ask me," he said. And if the slums were the only place that she could think of to come for those things, she had a whole lot to learn. As long as Perrin were around, she would find neither of those things in the slums.

Perrin watched the girl for a few moments, noting with more amusement that she hadn't moved from her defensive crouch during their entire conversation. Well, at least she was cautious. That was certainly a common trait among Mistborns. Even Perrin proceeded cautiously when the occasion called for it, though with Perrin, he felt that those occasions were very rare.

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#19 Claudia Elariel


  • Elariel Mistborn

57
Theatre Spectator
  • Age20

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 24 July 2009 - 06:16 AM

She could have laughed at his description of her home. If that was what he thought it was like being a noble he had a strange idea of the way they lived. Most, at least among those who were not complete fools, had worries of their own -- worries that they were only reminded of at home. That couldn't be more true of someone than it was of Claudia. Keep Elariel was not a place for quiet contemplation. More often than not it was the source of her troubles.

"Not everyone enjoys thinking in their homes," she countered. "Perhaps I like the night, or the mist. Maybe I find it relaxing."

 

Characters: Claudia Elariel, Jessica Marsdale, Kayla, Adalae Lekal


#20 Perrin

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Posted 24 July 2009 - 11:52 AM

"Well that would certainly be normal for you," he remarked, "Most Mistborn do like the night. But it still seems odd that you would choose the slums, of all places, to visit,"[/color] Perrin shrugged, "But whatever suits you, I suppose. You just picked a bad time to come."

He turned his back on the she-Mistborn, and looked up through the mists and the smoke up to the dim pin pricks that were stars. Exposing his back like this to the girl might have made him appear any combination of many things, including being stupid, arrogant, or confident. But it was simply who Perrin was. He was no fool, of course, his Steel and Iron were both burning along side slightly flared tin. If an attack came, he was more than ready for it.

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