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The Lord Ruler's perfect capital city, Luthadel, is doing the impossible: rebelling. Skaa half-breeds are being taught the power of Allomancy, something that the Lord Ruler's obligators said only existed in the nobility. The enslaved skaa, with their murderous benefactor, now fight back against a living god's oppression.

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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Meetings with Meaning

W2 D5 HN Valerre Daphne Delve Wilor Zerrung

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#1 Valerre


  • Rebel

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House Fathvell
  • Age22

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 21 March 2014 - 08:34 PM

Valerre grumbled as he set down the handles of large cart he was pulling. Daphne looked over her shoulder, a concerned expression on her face. Likely just worried about our precious cargo. Valerre knew Daphne would be worried about him as well, it was just that he was in too foul a mood at the moment to acknowledge the fact. His drinking the previous night had caught up to him, and he was suffering from a nasty hangover. Furthermore, not only had Daphne woken him up before noon, she had also required him to pull her cart for her all the way to the docks!

"That should be fine, Valerre." Daphne strode over, and set the two covered baskets she was carrying down on the ground next to the cart, and checked the canvas covering to make certain it was not in danger of coming loose. Satisfied, she turned to Valerre, and offered him some water from a canteen she carried on a sling over her shoulder.

"You don't have anything stronger?" Valerre didn't bother to dodge as Daphne gave him a playful swat on the arm. "What, water is great an all if you're thirsty, but it's not going to get me through an afternoon with those two morons you've decided to meet with."

"Valerre, you promised you would be kind. These people could, particularly the noble, could be valuable allies for the rebellion. It's our job to make sure we can trust them first." There was a warning in her tone: Don't mess this up!

Well, Daphne was Daphne, and that meant Valerre would just have to suck it up and try his best. "Yes, yes, I'll be on my best behavior, and all that rubbish. You didn't say I couldn't insult them behind their backs though. Besides, For that lummox, 'Moron,' is barely an insult. Indeed, I'd say I was being generous..."

"Valerre..." the look in Daphne's eyes stopped him mid sentence.

"Yes, fine, whatever," he said with a scowl, gulping down some more water. Lord Ruler, when would his head stop pounding?

Moving into the shade with Daphne, Valerre sat down where he could keep an eye on the cart and the baskets and waited.



#2 Delve

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Posted 21 March 2014 - 09:22 PM

Delve walked reluctantly towards the end of her alley when she heard familiar voices. Why she had ever decided that this was a good idea, she would never know, but at least she was already at the docks today. It wasn't as if this was out of her way, but it made her skin crawl. Nothing was riskier than helping the rebellion. Not to her, at least.

After following the two with her eyes until they stopped, Delve pulled the front of her hat farther down and stayed where she was. She didn't want to seem to eager, but Devin was reliable. She would show up a little late. She counted as high as she could, and then did it again before stepping out of the alley. She didn't trust these people in the least, and so it was best to just get it over with.

None of this set up made any sense to her, and she wasn't sure how to approach them. Why did they have to be meeting in the middle of the day anyways? Wouldn't night be easier? At least then she could approach without any nagging suspicions that they would look suspicious. She glanced up from the road to try to catch the eye of the woman. Daphne, was it? Delve really should have been paying more attention. She wasn't sure if it had worked, and so she approached the shade instead, keeping her eyes on the ground again. Seeking out shade was not uncommon on a bright day like this.

Alright. Time to change. Devin...Right. She thought, isolating the moments in the conversation from the night before when she had shown some kind of personality. He wasn't hesitant, but he was respectful, and she had shown some wit when talking to Wilor, so that would have to be a part of this as well. Therefore, Devin would speak first. He was a little uncomfortable, however, and she would try to attribute that to the company, and not the location. Her eyes darted around and then she spoke quietly. "Miss." He said, nodding to Daphne, almost like a respectful head-bow, and ignoring Valerre for now. Nothing she had done had indicated that she liked him very much. Devin's uneducated, but smart. Probably uses correct words and such. "You planning on explaining whatever you want us to do here? It doesn't seem like the best place, though you know best, I'm sure."


#3 Wilor Zerrung


  • Noble Lurcher, fighting for Skaa

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  • Allomantic StatusRumored

Posted 25 March 2014 - 09:21 PM

Wilor had been able to arrange Sevk as his driver for the day, so, after the bit of business he had had to take care of, Wilor had Sevk drop him near the docks. He told Sevk not to wait for him and to return to the town house for the day.

As Sevk drove off, Wilor ducked into an alley where he had hidden a sack with his "skaa" clothes. He hurried and changed, keeping his daggers and coin pouch, but leaving the rest of his clothes. Wearing his cloth breastplate, he Lurched up to the top of the building, dropped his sack of noble clothes and returned to the ground.

Wilor rubbed some ash onto his face and messed his hair. He strolled along down the alleys towards the arranged meeting spot at the docks. He saw Devin arrive just before him and begin talking to Daphne. "Good day," Wilor said with a smile as he approached them. "How are all of you today?"

Wilor

--Wilor Zerrung,der Abzieher


#4 Daphne


  • Rebel

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House Fathvell
  • Age28

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  • OriginLuthadel

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Posted 06 September 2014 - 12:03 AM

Daphne smiled at the greetings. "I'm very well, thank-you Wilor." Though the man had done a decent job of disguising himself as a skaa, he still lacked the proper bearing. There was something in that defeated posture that Daphne hated so much that could be difficult for those who hadn't lived as a skaa to replicate. Wilor' stroll was casual, and his demeanor seemed bright, leading Daphne to wonder how much of his interest in 'helping' the rebellion was still part of some sort of game or thrill seeking mission for the young noble. Nonetheless, she supposed she would find out soon enough.

"As for our work today, right now its pretty simple. We have to deliver these supplies to a secret location. I'll give you more instructions when we arrive at our destination. For now, I'm certain Valerre would appreciate it if you gave him a hand with that cart. He's been complaining all the way here." Thankfully, Valerre remained mostly silent, only grunting in reply as he gestured for Devin and Wilor to pick up and pull the cart, while he himself opted to take the lighter of Daphne's two baskets.

"Well then," she said, not commenting on Valerre's laziness as she picked up the other basket. "Follow me." Making sure the two men were doing all right with the cart, Daphne made her way through the busy streets, keeping watch for opportunists who might try to steal their load. For the most part, some combination of Wilor's impressive frame and Valerre's dark looks kept away most of the trouble, leaving Daphne to only swat away a few grasping hands from her own basket. After taking a few turns off the main road down a few shadowed alleys, they reached their destination.

"Well," she said cheerfully, "here we are! Before we go in though, I want to warn you that what you might see could be surprising, depending on what you were expecting." Daphne supposed she could have explained more thoroughly what they were doing, but she also felt surprising Wilor and Devin would improve her ability to guage their reactions and feel out their sincerity. "Once we are inside, we will be distributing the contents of the cart and baskets to the people who are there. Try to act natural, like this is just a part of your weekly routine." Taking a breath to center herself, Daphne turned and opened the door, leaving it open for the others to follow.

The inside of the building smelled of death.

The building was one large room, and was falling apart. The roof had several holes large enough to light the entire place naturally, and the ground was covered in puddles, likely rain water mixed with waste considering the smell. Dark forms huddled in corners and shadows, eyeing the new comers with distrust. Upon closer inspection, Devin and Wilor would see the various injuries that rendered these people unfit to work: the remnants of disease, severe injuries, missing limbs, or in some, a despair so deep no amount of rioting could create even a spark of happiness.
Not wasting any time, Daphne removed the cover from the cart outside, revealing more baskets like the one she and Valerre carried. Each contained a different type of food item: breads, cheeses, boiled potatoes, and a few of dried meat. Motioning for the others to begin distributing the food, Daphne took her own basket and began to do the same, taking care to watch the others as she did. Some of the squatters rushed forward to receive their helping. Daphne led the way, hoping her new recruits were watching as she sternly refused to give anyone more than their fair share.

After the initial rush died away, and people realized that seconds would not be an option, Daphne began circling the room with her basket, handing out helpings of the bread in her basket to those who were unable, either because of injury or attitude, to come and greet them at the door. As she went, she offered kind words and a smile to the people she passed, both those to whom she was offering food and to those already eating who she had been stern with moments before.

While this mission did actually have some utility for the rebellion--some of the loaves in Daphne and Valerre's baskets had messages baked inside of them that would be passed to rebellion operatives in the area--Daphne had taken over this particular rebellion operation and tried to turn it into something more. It wasn't much, the rebellion couldn't afford to feed essentially useless mouths on a regular basis, but Daphne hoped that her visits could at least give these poor souls some measure of hope that there really was good out there in the world.

As she went, Daphne began to spot some familiar faces that she had missed in the initial rush. While the location of these little drop offs changed every time, evidently word was spreading enough to allow some to follow her movements. While Daphne was happy to see at least a few warm smiles in the sea of despair, the familiarity also worried her. She had known from the beginning that her little initiative couldn't last forever; that eventually she wouldn't be able to weasel the extra food out of the rebellion, or that her charity would be noticed by the nobility or the ministry, but she had hoped it might last a year at least, if not more. However, if the number of faces she recognized were any indication, she likely only had a few visits left, before she would have to turn the job over to someone else who would not be able to be so generous.

Daphne smiled and handed out a piece of bread to a young woman who was moaning in the corner. The woman barely seemed to notice Daphne was there, and continued to moan.

"I can stay and make sure she eats," said an older man who reached out a hand to take the bread from Daphne.

Daphne appraised the man briefly. In all likelihood, he was only pretending to be generous in order to get an extra loaf for himself, leaving the girl with nothing to eat. No, Daphne told herself. I can't think like that. How could she expect to bring hope to people if she only saw the darkness in them? Nodding in gratitude, she gave the man her warmest smile and handed over the bread, forcing herself to trust that he would do as he said. When she checked back a while later, she spotted him, still crouched beside the girl, holding a smaller piece of the bread out and coaxing her to eat.

"Well," she said to her companions when all of the baskets were empty and they had left the building. "How was that for your first afternoon working for the rebellion?"

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#5 Delve

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Posted 08 September 2014 - 05:15 AM

Delve cast a dark glare at Wilor as she moved towards the cart. There were so many more productive things she could be doing right now, especially since she wanted to actually stay alive. Helping the rebellion was more on the list of things to do if she wanted to die slowly and painfully. However, she would do it this one time and then she could get out of there and never see any of these people again. That was, if the idiot Wilor stopped coming to see her. She doubted she would ever be totally rid of him.

When they finally stopped, Delve frowned a little. What exactly were they supposed to be doing? Thankfully, Daphne answered that question quickly. "Well," she said in a surprisingly cheerful manner for the surroundings, "here we are! Before we go in though, I want to warn you that what you might see could be surprising, depending on what you were expecting. Once we are inside, we will be distributing the contents of the cart and baskets to the people who are there. Try to act natural, like this is just a part of your weekly routine."

Distributing the contents of the carts? What exactly was in them?

They entered the building and Delve was first taken aback by the smell. And then she saw the people and she had to fight to keep her emotions buried deep in her soul. The cart was uncovered and some of her emotions turned to anger, but she continued to bury them. Her face displayed nothing of the struggle of keeping her emotions at bay and she instead showed only what was expected of her. Shock, a little bit of horror, some anger, but nothing else. Nothing of the personal turmoil that was awakened in her. And why? Why should she feel like this? She was never like these people. Sure, she had seen her fair share of despair and had had terrible things happen to her, but she had never been like this. Of course these people got food from the rebellion. She had just never needed that kind of help.

In order to keep herself from dwelling on the things she wanted to keep hidden she took a basket and began to distribute it to the people. Devin was warm to the people. He smiled a little at them and spoke kind things, and none of Delve's inner being was shown to them. Devin was optimistic and happy to be doing good. He felt a need to help these people, now that he was over his initial shock. Had Devin been a real person, Delve was sure the rebellion would love him.

The rush died down and Delve took another basket hesitantly, as if not sure what to do now. Devin needed to be eager to do good, but hesitant about it. He wasn't a do-gooder. He was a pessimist and this needed to be a conversion that could be believable, but also not so much that he couldn't get out of it. When Daphne began to move around the room Delve followed a little bit, not straying so far from the cart as she was, as Devin was now a little uncomfortable. She continued to distribute food, and kept Devin up even though she wanted out. She had had enough of this place. She avoided thinking to much about the different people she talked to. The less she thought, the better.

Finally they ran out of food and left the building. Delve was glad of the cleaner air and the less depressing aura, as well as a new thing to focus on. "How was that for your first afternoon working for the rebellion?" Of course Daphne would ask about that. How would Devin respond? Obviously he was changed, in a rather good way for the rebellion, but how to seem enthusiastic and yet still get out of doing this again...

"It was...enlightening. I never imagined the work the rebellion actually does. I just thought it was a bunch of meaningless fighting and death." Devin said finally, "But that was actually very kind."






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