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Private W2 D5 MM Datura Nessa

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#1 Datura


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Posted 26 July 2017 - 07:56 PM

After deciding that Nessa had had enough time to get settled into the new operation, Datura brought her to the empty training warehouse. Much like during her intriguing training session with Ignas yesterday, she had a Coppercloud stationed outside the building, keeping watch and ensuring they could burn in peace.

Now, after a few introductory stretches, Datura was running Nessa through some blocking and striking exercises. Not a true spar, but simply tossing attacks and blocks back and forth in an even rhythm to get used to the motions of aggression and defense.

Of course, Datura had ulterior motives to accomplish during this training session.

The real lesson here was that distraction was an excellent tool in winning fights. If you could strike when your opponent was least expecting, you were the one who won the match. That was the real trick, wait until they were on the defensive and then come at them sideways.

Which is why she waited until Nessa seemed fully absorbed in the activity before she casually asked:

"So, tell me about Perrin."


#2 Nessa


  • Rebellion Rookie

576
House Sureau
  • Age17

  • Relationship StatusBeginning a Relationship with Perrin

  • OriginCentral Dominance Plantation

Posted 27 July 2017 - 03:15 AM

Nessa had spent most of the week going slowly insane.

At first, when she'd been ordered onto Bedrest, she thought she'd been knocked on the head too hard by Crooks's thugs and was still unconscious. Her orders were to eat, sleep, and burn pewter nonstop? She could do that! And while the burning pewter and eating were no problem at all - she easily inhaled more than some of the grown men in the mess hall at every sitting - the whole sleeping thing was difficult. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw fire and death. Ignas's cold eyes, the eyes of an innocent person, wide with terror...

It startled her back awake every time, and she was forced to lie around staring at the ceiling until she couldn't stay awake anymore. Which, she'd discovered the hard way, was a really long time with pewter. Eventually, someone in the crew had noticed that she was starting to look a little frayed around the edges, and they'd brought her some sleeping medicine. It had... mostly worked. It didn't stop the nightmares, but it did force her to get some rest. Between that, the constant intake of food, and her nonstop use of pewter, all but her worst injuries had healed in a matter of days, and even those were almost gone.

During her waking hours, though, she was left mostly to her own devices. Datura and Nate checked in on her every now and then, and Nate sometimes gave her tours of Datura's operation, but they were busy, and so was the rest of the crew. So Nessa was left alone, to flop around like a particularly floppy lump on her bed, or to sit on top of the stairs and watch the crew at work. Worrying all the while.

Was Perrin alright? Was he even alive? She'd known he'd need to stay a safe house to shake the Inquisitor, but was he still there? Was he hurt? Worried? What about Maks and the others? Did any of them even know if she was alive? Were they wondering where she was?

Would they have missed her at all? That was the old voice, though, and she savagely shoved that one down. They would at least have noticed she was missing by now; they were her friends, after all. She hoped she'd at least be missed a little, but they'd at least know she was gone. She'd tried asking if she could go check on them, but the answer was no. She'd scoped out how well guarded the crewhouse was at night, to see if she could slip out and come back before anyone noticed, and the answer was, well, too well-guarded for what she wanted to do. She'd ended up going back to bed without even trying to escape.

And so her days passed, in restful restlessness, until one day Datura summoned her. Out they went - Nessa's first time actually leaving the building with anyone other than Nate since she arrived there - and wound up in a warehouse, guarded by a Smoker. This was it. They were finally going to train.

Nessa paid close attention to Datura's instructions, absorbing the details on not only what to do, but why. Things immediately began making more sense, and it wasn't long before she'd fallen into a comfortable rhythm of practicing what she'd just learned.

"So, tell me about Perrin."

Datura's words broke through her concentration with a CRACK, making Nessa stumble, dropping her guard.

"W-w-what do you mean, tell you about Perrin?" she gasped. Lord Ruler, she could feel her entire face turning red!

She still didn't realize she was wide open.

Edited by KChan, 29 July 2017 - 12:47 AM.


#3 Datura


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Posted 27 July 2017 - 04:44 AM

Datura laid a cruel strike into Nessa's midsection, quite a bit harder than she needed to. A bit of punishment for getting distracted, even though Datura had been the one to distract her in the first place. Another rule in fighting: a fight was never fair.

Oh, that look of sputtering shock on the girl's face though when she'd dropped Perrin's name. Transcendant.

Datura pulled back, breaking off the exercise and cocking her head. Time to play dumb. "Yes. I'd heard mention that the rebellion had a Mistborn among its ranks. That's not a common thing. Did you ever meet him?"

Yes, perhaps that jab to the midsection hadn't been the cruel part of this attack. Perhaps the real cruelty came in the questions.

Either way, Datura was enjoying herself immensely.


#4 Nessa


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  • Relationship StatusBeginning a Relationship with Perrin

  • OriginCentral Dominance Plantation

Posted 27 July 2017 - 11:57 PM

Datura's fist hammered into Nessa's gut, knocking the air out of her and sending her reeling. She staggered backward, clutching her middle as she gasped for air. Her long, dark hair fell like curtains around her face as she doubled over. What in the world had that been for? Where had it come from? Had Ignas mentioned something about them?

"Yes. I'd heard mention that the rebellion had a Mistborn among its ranks. That's not a common thing. Did you ever meet him?"

Nessa could barely hear Datura over her coughing and gasping, but even then, that seemed odd. How did she know Perrin's name, but only have heard mention that he was Mistborn? Something was wrong here, and it wasn't just the fact that Nessa still couldn't breathe. She'd have to be careful how she answered - but first, she had to be able to answer. So she burned her pewter a little higher, and finally began to settle down as the gasping, breathless sensation faded.

"Met him a couple times," she said at last, still not looking up from behind her hair-curtain. She was still recovering, and besides, she could still feel the flush in her cheeks. Probably better to hide that. "He's nice. Too important to spend much time with someone like me."

Well, that much was true. It hadn't stopped them from spending all night out together in the mists, but just because Perrin was too important to do something or not supposed to do it, didn't mean he wouldn't do it. He did what he wanted, regardless.

But Datura didn't need to know that.


#5 Datura


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Posted 28 July 2017 - 12:40 AM

Datura reached forward, gently lifting Nessa's chin until their eyes met. "Guard back up, dear. The lesson's not over yet. Start it again, from the second set. You strike first, please."

She fell back into her own stance, bouncing on her toes slightly as she waited for Nessa to fully recover and set up again. In the meantime, there was more prying and prodding to do. She'd made her own impression of Perrin the night they'd met, but she wanted to see what she could tease out of Nessa while the girl was distracted.

She clicked her tongue, shaking her head. "Nice? I'm sorry to hear it. Terribly unfortunate to get stuck with a Mistborn that lacks a proper cruelty. Almost as bad as a Pewterarm who can't keep her guard up in a false training fight. You two must be quite a pair."


#6 Nessa


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Posted 28 July 2017 - 01:41 AM

Nessa's flush deepened as Datura lifted up her chin, and as soon as their eyes met, she jerked away. What in the world was Datura doing? Nessa had thought they were supposed to be training, not gossiping about boys!

As per her instructions, Nessa reset, stepping in for a simple strike at Datura, who was supposed to block Nessa's attack, then counter, while Nessa blocked again. Then the set would repeat, and they would fall into a rhythm. Instead, Datura spoke again, right as Nessa swung.

"You two must be quite a pair."

The swing went wide, and Nessa was thrown off balance, tipping forward into Datura's reach. She glared at the other woman, and instead of flailing around like an idiot, dropped her elbow to guard herself better.

"We're not a pair," Nessa said, though it stung her even more deeply than she thought it would to say it out loud. She hoped...

What did she hope?

She hoped Perrin was alive. She hoped he was safe, and not hurt, and that they could see each other again. She'd like to hug him again, to soar through the mists together, maybe share another kiss or three... but did he want that too? Did he even know she was still alive? Was he upset with her for not coming back?

But wondering those things wouldn't bring him crashing through the doors on command, and Datura had already scored a good hit on her. She had to do something to show she was paying attention to the lesson, so she brought her arm back up, whipping it across in a backhand strike. It was fiercer than she meant it to be, fueled by her own frustration with herself. And her own inability to do anything about what was worrying her.

"He taught me a little bit about Allomancy, before I had a Thug teacher."


#7 Datura


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Posted 28 July 2017 - 01:59 AM

Datura raised her arm, blocking the backhand inches away. Her skin stung from the force of the blow. Hitting nerves, was she? Excellent. This was exactly what their training needed.

Those trained to fight often talked about passion and control as though the two were antithetical to one another. That emotion resulted in a lack of technique, or that the secret to precision was inward emptiness.

She had never found such a concept to be true, in her case. Passion and control were like money and power. They worked best together, and the more one could have of both, the better. The best fighters had honed discipline and skill, and they burned their feelings like a metal, fuel to their actions. Anger when one was wronged, fear when something important was threatened, excitement when faced with an engaging challenge, or the satisfying ecstasy of landing the blow that finally brought an opponent down.

Datura didn't want Nessa to get used to fighting in training while feeling nothing, only to have her overwhelmed the next time something was truly at stake. Datura was no Soother, but she'd long since found she didn't need any Allomancy to get people to feel the way she wanted them to.

Swapping up her pattern of strikes to keep Nessa on her toes, she launched another verbal attack. "So he's the one to blame for your poor performance with pewter? Not only is he soft, but he's a poor instructor as well. It's a wonder Ignas would keep someone like that around. He sounds like the kind to rest back on his powers to make himself seem valuable rather than actually bringing anything useful to the table.

"I'd take a handful of Mistings who actually cared over a lazy Mistborn any day."

Edited by FeatherWriter, 28 July 2017 - 02:01 AM.


#8 Nessa


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  • Relationship StatusBeginning a Relationship with Perrin

  • OriginCentral Dominance Plantation

Posted 29 July 2017 - 12:55 AM

Datura switched up the pattern of their mock-fight, though whether it was in response to Nessa doing the same or just an attempt to keep them both on their toes, Nessa couldn't tell. And of course she launched into a new round of torment, making Nessa angrier with every word.

"It's not. Like. That!" she insisted, punctuating every word with a strike of her own. "I've only been in the rebellion for a week!"

Strike.

"He's busy!"

Another strike.

"And so is everyone else!"

She'd put more effort into that last one than she meant, tipping her forward and to the side and throwing her off-balance. She staggered, trying to get her feet under her again.

"Nobody can just drop everything to train some stray; he did what he could with what time he had! If you've got a problem with that, then you do something about it!"


#9 Datura


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Posted 29 July 2017 - 10:33 PM

Datura saw the stumble and decided to seize upon it, falling all the way out of their training exercise and using the opportunity to slip behind Nessa. Grabbing the girl's arm, she twisted it back enough to incapacitate, not hurt, and placed the side of her hand against Nessa's neck, miming a knife.

"Always be ready for the unexpected, dear." She released Nessa, stepping back and relaxing. "I think we're due for a break anyway. If you've been burning your pewter like you were supposed to have been, you should be running low."

She walked across the warehouse floor, toward where a large pitcher of water sat next to a bag of loose pewter dust. They needed more than vials' worth at a time when burning intensely like this for long periods of time. She dumped a handful of dust into her mouth and swished it about with water before swallowing, then turned back to grin at Nessa.

"As for doing something about it, I believe I am. Or is this training not satisfactory for you, girl?"

She had to admit she was surprised by the admission that Nessa was so new to the rebellion. Datura had assumed Nessa had been around far longer than that. She managed to seduce the rebellion's Mistborn to the point that it was a problem within the space of a week? True, she'd apparently done it accidentally, in the way of teenage crushes, but it was still fairly impressive.

She remembered the look in Perrin's eyes that night that the topic of Nessa had come up. There was something real enough between these two that Ignas was afraid of its influence. That was something to take note of.


#10 Nessa


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Posted 31 July 2017 - 04:01 PM

Datura did have a good point, Nessa realized, as she followed the other woman to where their pewter supply was being kept and promptly flopped down to sit on the floor.

"Dunno, honestly," she said with a shrug. "It's not like I've had much experience with real teaching. Perrin did what he could when he could between his real jobs, I'd only known Trev for a couple days when we had to move out, and here I am. As far as fighting and Allomancy goes, I taught myself the rest, and I didn't even know what Allomancy was until Ignas kidnapped me off the street last week and signed me up for the Rebellion."

They weren't drinking pewter from those nasty-tasting vials this time; Nessa had watched Datura just scoop up a bunch of pewter dust and swallow it with some water. Guess that was easier and faster for getting a whole bunch of it at once, and you wouldn't want to have to burn off that much alcohol before fighting. So she scooped up a handful, tossed it back --

-- and immediately burst into a fit of coughing. She'd never tried to eat pewter dust straight like this before, and of course it had gone everywhere when she tried to just toss it straight back like Datura did, and unfortunately, "everywhere" included down her bloody throat. Pewter was valuable, though, and she tried to force herself to keep her mouth shut to avoid spitting any out. Her eyes were watering, now, and she was doubled over from coughing.

That was a mistake.


#11 Datura


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Posted 31 July 2017 - 08:01 PM

Datura burst out in pealing laughter, doubling over from the force of it. "New to the rebellion, new to pewter burning. Possibly new to drinking water." And obviously new to love, as well. "Is there anything, my dear, that you would say you're not new at right now?"

She said it with a bit of derision, but in truth,this was about as ideal as things could get, in Datura's opinion. Nessa's inexperience meant she was changable. Ready to be molded. Datura could take this girl and sculpt her into a work of art. Such a gift. Next time she saw Ignas she'd be tempted to kiss him.

Okay, admittedly, she always wanted to that, but this time she'd have a reason.

Being the kind and upstanding person that she was, Datura waited until Nessa was taking another drink before springing the surprise on her. "So, this Perrin. Do you love him?"

Edited by FeatherWriter, 31 July 2017 - 08:15 PM.


#12 Nessa


  • Rebellion Rookie

576
House Sureau
  • Age17

  • Relationship StatusBeginning a Relationship with Perrin

  • OriginCentral Dominance Plantation

Posted 31 July 2017 - 08:24 PM

Nessa was going to clarify, once she'd washed down the rest of her pewter, that she wasn't entirely new to burning pewter in general, just to knowing what Allomancy was and all that. But she had a lot of water and pewter to gulp down, and before she could say anything, Datura hit her with another punch.

"So, this Perrin. Do you love him?"

Nessa choked.

Metal-saturated water streamed down her throat and up her nose. It burned, and not in the way pewter was supposed to burn, and her eyes started watering again. She had to burn a little of the newly-swallowed pewter just to get a grip on herself, and even then, it took a couple minutes. It was only after that, a few deep breaths, and wiping her face off with her sleeve that Nessa was actually ready to talk.

"I don't -- " she began, but then she got a good look at Datura's face. A proper one, now that her vision was clearing.

Datura already knew. Nessa was found out, completely and utterly. And so she sighed in defeat, leaning back on her hands and looking away.

"I don't know," she admitted at last. "I mean, I like him. I like being around him, and I want to be around him more. But I've lived on the streets for as long as I can remember. Going from crew to crew, and not the proper ones like yours. My experience with men is fighting them off me. I wouldn't know what love is if it hit me in the face."

Which, judging from the way Datura talked to her, and the way her heart raced again just thinking about it, and about him, it might already have. And, since she was already found out, and Datura actually seemed willing to talk to her now, maybe it wouldn't hurt to ask. Women were supposed to talk to women about this stuff, right? Wasn't that how it went?

"Do you know?" she asked, finally looking awkwardly back up at Datura. "What love is like, I mean."


#13 Datura


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Posted 01 August 2017 - 12:50 AM

Once again, Nessa somehow managed to yank the rug right out from under Datura. And once again, she cursed herself for not seeing it coming. She walked right into that one, didn't she?

What is love like?

Love was like that heart flutter the first time someone in the crew got brave enough to flirt with her, and flecks of blood on the wall when she broke his nose during an argument four days later.

Love was the nervous laugh the girl in the bar gave when Datura flirted first, real fear in her eyes as she tried to turn down the request without making Dat angry.

Love was the cold way her parents had turned away from her when she was nine years old, as she sobbed and begged them to let her stay.

Love was the way her last lover's wrist had snapped in bed, because she'd been caught up in the moment, and people were just so damn fragile.

Love was watching the soft joy in her best friend's eyes as he held his wife, and the hollow jealousy that no one had ever looked at her like that, and never would.

Love was the flat, empty stare from a cruel rebellion leader, and the thought that just maybe, the only person for her was someone more dangerous, because at least she couldn't scare him away.

The cruel, bitter, angry part of her wanted to take that youthful hope in Nessa's eyes and crush it. She'd been taking hurtful shots at the girl all day, and it'd be so easy to just snap off that love was fake and just a way that smart people manipulated the weak or some other cynical nonsense like that. She was so close to doing it too. The words were right there, at the tip of her tongue.

Instead she stared Nessa down, letting the long silence grow uncomfortable and awkward, and then finally turned on her heel and walked for the door. "Run those sets again on your own," she said, her previous playful cheeriness completely gone from her voice. "I have other business I need to attend to for now."


#14 Nessa


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House Sureau
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  • Relationship StatusBeginning a Relationship with Perrin

  • OriginCentral Dominance Plantation

Posted 01 August 2017 - 02:09 AM

The door closed behind Datura, and Nessa was left where she sat, staring agape at the empty room. What... in the world had that been? She'd asked her question, then Datura had gone through a range of distant emotions, then abruptly called an end to the conversation and bolted. Obviously, Nessa had said something wrong, but what? Datura had been the one to bring up love, not her! Why was it her fault for continuing the conversation and actually talking? Datura was even more confusing than most people, it seemed.

Still, there was something wrong now, and Nessa could only think of one person who could set things right. Leaving the pewter for now, she hurried out of the warehouse and towards the main crewhouse.

When it came to fixing things in this crew, even Nessa already knew that the person to go to was Nate.






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