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The Girl With Fire in her Hair

Closed W2 D2 EM Klyde Delissia Arnell Daeric Vaudin Zincell Cray Tindiel Open W2 D2 EM Maximillian Driskell

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#1 Klyde


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Posted 07 January 2012 - 09:36 PM

Klyde stepped up to the hotel. After all this time, he'd found her. He already had the beginnings of a crew surrounding him, and he had some ideas of where to find more. He was back in the city he had grown up in and knew best. He was ready for this. The only missing piece was Delissia, and she was waiting for him in this hotel.

The meeting with Cassi had not gone exactly as planned, but then Klyde hadn't expected it to. The important thing was that she had the information he was seeking. He was going to be reunited with Delissia. Everything else could wait until later.

"I'm ready," he said, to no-one in particular, and strode inside.



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Posted 07 January 2012 - 10:22 PM

"So, just so we're clear, tell me again why your runaway sweetheart is such an important part of the job you haven't figured out yet, with people you barely know, in the most violent city in the empire?" Zincell asked, following him like a lost puppy. She'd woken up early for this so it better be important. She was currently tapping bronze.
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#3 Delissia


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Posted 08 January 2012 - 02:06 AM

As soon as the clock struck on the hour of her awakening, Delissia's eyes snapped open. She was a morning person, and always had been. The soft red sunlight of early morning was slanting through her window. She crept out of bed and opened the window, letting the fresh morning air into her cramped hotel room. There was not a flake in sight, and Delissia could just tell it was going to be a wonderful day. The disaster at the Casuana ball and the terrible mood that seemed to choke the city after the Lord Ruler's executions the previous day could not compare to such a wonderful morning.

She rang for a servant, and told her she would be down for breakfast shortly. Then, she proceeded to wash and dress herself as she prepared for her day. Today things were going to go well, and nothing unusual or dreadful was going to happen. After all, there was only so much misfortune that could befall one person, and she had surely used up her quota, hadn't she?

Wanting to enjoy the air some more, Delissia leaned up against her open window and began to sing to herself as she brushed her fiery red hair, letting the carrot-orange locks gleam in the red sunlight.



#4 Klyde


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Posted 08 January 2012 - 02:17 AM

As he moved to enter the hotel, Klyde caught a light melody floating through the air, which caused him to hurry back outside, ignoring Zincell's question. That lovely voice, so full of cheer, could have only come from one source. Cassi had been right. Delissia was here. Frantically, he searched among the windows in the hopes of catching sight of her. Unfortunately, whenever he thought he had placed where the voice was coming from, it seemed to slip away from him.

"She's here," he said excitedly. "You here that Zincell? She's here!" Throwing up his arms excitedly Klyde danced around in a circle. "She's here! She's here! She's here!"

Suddenly, he realized what an idiot he was making of himself. What did he think he was doing, dancing around in the street like some lunatic? It was just that, he finally had her, was occupying the same physical space as her. Before now, every time he thought he was close, somehow she'd managed to slip away.

Worry suddenly wrapped it's icy tentacles around Klyde's chest. What if she escaped again before he had a chance to explain himself? Carefully, he took in the hotel. It was in a relatively packed part of town, and was shoulder to should with the building around it on all sides but the front, making the main entrance the only exit. If he positioned himself, there would be no way for her to escape, which meant she would have to hear him out. If he could get her face to face, he was sure he could convince her to come back to him.

"All right," he said, shaking himself to get rid of his nerves. "Let's do this. For real this time." Keeping his stride certain and his shoulders square, Klyde walked into the hotel.



#5 Delissia


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Posted 08 January 2012 - 02:43 AM

As she was finishing pinning her hair into place, a ferocious bellowing from below interrupted Delissia's song. She was too high up and on the wrong side of the building to make out the words. Looking out her window, all she saw was other buildings packed right up against the one she occupied. She didn't feel entirely comfortable staying in a hotel with only one exit, especially after the fire at Keep Casuana, however her funds were growing sparse, and the room had been within her price range.

Looking at the time, Delissia judged her breakfast would be ready, and began walking down the stairs, humming as she went. Breakfast was always served in an open parlor on the main floor, directly in front of the entrance of the hotel. Perhaps she could find out from one of the other guests what all the commotion had been about.

As she entered the parlor, Delissia stopped dead in her tracks. The melody she had been idly humming was lost. She stood for a moment, transfixed by the sight of a problem she thought she had left far behind her.

Klyde!

Before he could see her, Delissia bolted around the corner into the kitchens. At least, she thought she was in the kitchens. In her distracted state, she found she had accidentally ventured into the gentleman's lounge. Barrels of the potent whiskey the hotel was famed for were stacked neatly against the far wall, framing a handsome mantle and fire place. The vulgar smell of pipe smoke clung to every surface. Thankfully, at this early hour, the lounge was empty. Some servant had taken the time to start a fire in the fireplace, which meant it might not be for long, but for the moment, Delissia was safe.

What was she going to do?

A quick peek out the door back into the parlor showed her that it was indeed Klyde standing by the door. There a young girl trailing after him, some poor skaa teenager with bandages on her arms. Delissia felt her jealousy flare, and hurriedly ducked back into the lounge before it could take route. She was done with Klyde. Absolutely done with him and his immoral lifestyle. If the poor girl was mixed up with him, Delissia had only pity for her. Sooner or later Klyde would get tired of her and toss her aside, like he did with everyone. He should be ashamed of himself she thought, He's almost twice her age!

Another quick surviellance told her Klyde had not moved from his post by the door. He must know I'm here, and that he's guarding the only exit. Delissia cursed herself for not spending the extra boxings on a hotel with a back door. Of course Klyde was going to find her here. What had she been thinking?

He obviously knew she was here. To think otherwise was to delude herself. Fretfully, Delissia began to pace back and forth.

What am I going to do? What am I going to do? What am I going to do!?

Her eyes slipped to the fireplace.



#6 Zincell

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Posted 08 January 2012 - 03:06 AM

Zincell looked at Klyde dancing in the streets like a child Keeper attempting to learn his first Canzi dance, and sighed. Where was the big scary thief with daggers in his sleeves? He squared his shoulders and moved in, and Zincell followed him inside reluctantly. With any luck, the two skaa would trap themselves in a room, and stay there for hours doing whatever they wished to each other after their differences were put aside, and then Zincell would get to go eat something while the two love birds succumbed to their hormones.

She tapped her tinmind for hearing and sight, wanting to finish this fast, and found it incredibly easy to define the direction the singing was coming from. Then the singing stopped, though the ridiculously bright hair wasn't that hard to spot once she was looking at in the right place for it. She tapped Klyde in the shoulder, to get his attention since he was looking the wrong way.

"That red haired woman who just entered the gentlemen's lounge wouldn't happen to be her would it?" Zincell asked him after seeing the woman's face peek out of the room. How was it that Klyde had had so much trouble finding her? And now she was pacing. How was this woman elusive? Zincell had found her in under a minute!

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#7 Klyde


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Posted 08 January 2012 - 03:28 AM

Klyde was doing his best to scan the crown, searching for Delissia's tell tale red locks, when Zincell intruded on his study of the parlour.

"That red haired woman who just entered the gentlemen's lounge wouldn't happen to be her would it?"

Red hair? That certainly sounded like Delissia. But what in the world was she doing in a gentleman's lounge? Delissia abhorred the smell of smoke and didn't approve of excess drinking. She was more likely to enjoy tea and dainties by far. A woman with red hair though? It had to be her. Klyde eyed the hallway that exited the front parlour. The gentleman's lounge was the first door on the right, if he was not mistaken. Right now, the angle was such that he could not see inside, however someone poking their head out the door would be able to see into the parlour clearly. It was likely Delissia had seen him, and was now trying to hide.

Was the evidence good enough to take the chance? If he approached the lounge, he would be leaving the building's only exit at his back. If he was wrong, he might be giving Delissia a chance to slip passed him. What was he supposed to do? HE couldn't mess up now, especially now that he was so close!

"Red hair? You are certain?" Klyde completed one more survey of the room, then fixed his gaze on the lounge. "Wait here by the door, make sure no red haired woman leaves. I'm going in." Keeping his eyes peeled, Klyde approached the lounge.



#8 Delissia


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Posted 08 January 2012 - 03:40 AM

I have no choice, she told herself for the tenth time. Even after all this time, she still couldn't trust herself with Klyde. He was too devious, too full of tricks. She had just started making some real friends, ones whose company was delightful and whose morals she approved of. She couldn't lose them now. She couldn't let Klyde ruin everything all over again!

Gingerly with the edge of her toe, Delissia knocked a log from its place in the fireplace onto the expensive looking carpet. The fabric began to smoulder and produce smoke, but did not burst into flame like she had planned. Gritting her teeth, Delissia ran over to one of the barrels of whiskey and pulled the cork, letting the contents out onto the carpet. As the liquid met the smouldering section, the carpet and log burst into flames and began crackling merrily. Saying a silent prayer to the Lord Ruler for forgiveness, Delissia bolted out of the room, hoping to hide her part in the arson.

As she entered the hall way, she caught sight of Klyde approaching her from across the parlour, weaving in and out of the many tables that separated him from her. For a moment, their eyes met, her bright blue ones wide with fear, and his dark pools of seduction ready to swallow her soul.

"Help!" she cried. "I think there's a fire in the lounge!"

All at once everyone in the parlour sprang out of their seats and began talking at once, haulting Klyde in his tracks. Now to get out of here! Delissia entered the fray and began to weave through the crowd with her head down, hoping to make it to the door without being detected. In the tumult, she thought she heard the innkeeper shouting something about his whiskey, but Delissia tuned him out and focused on her goal.

Then as series of booms echoed throughout the building, and the whole building seemed to shake. The room was instantly filled with flames and smoke, and Delissia thought she heard several portions of wall and ceiling collapsing.

Of course you idiot... the whiskey! All at once the cries of alarm became screams of fright as the entire building was engulfed in flames.



#9 Zincell

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Posted 08 January 2012 - 03:42 AM

Zincell sighed and stood by the door. Well this was going well. A while longer and then she'd get to eat, hopefully. She moved to backwards, with her back touching the wall beside the door started filling steel and gold at a medium rate. No reason to let the time here be a total waste after all. She even started filling pewter ever so slightly.

Where could she eat after this was over?

Her daydreaming was cut short by the woman- Delissia - screaming that there was a fire, and everything suddenly starting to turn into a ridiculous mess. Everyone was running, everyone was trying to get out and she couldn't see the woman in all the commotion any more.

Fire started to spread through the building at a surprising rate as everyone hurried to leave, and she was shoved away from the entrance by nobles in a hurry. The whole building seemed to tremble. The area was filled with flames and smoke, and panicky nobles moving at high speeds, and several portions of walls and ceiling started collapsing. A chandelier fell on a table, thankfully not hurting anyone as most of the people in the immediate area had left, and now they were all coming from the stairs and the hallways.

Well this was proving to be a disaster.

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#10 Klyde


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Posted 11 October 2012 - 05:31 PM

Klyde stood still the moment he caught sight of Delissia's face. There she was. After all this time of searching, he had found her. Surely now that they were in the same place, they could work things out. He could talk some sense into her, get her to realize that this noblewoman's life she had fabricated for herself could not last. Then, at last, maybe they could be together. There was no other way out of the hotel. He had her trapped. This time, she would not escape him.

Then, suddenly, the entire lobby seemed to erupt as people leapt from their seats and began heading towards the exit, which Klyde was standing in front of.

What in the Lord Ruler's name? What had Delissia been shouting about? He had been to entranced by her face to pay attention. It had been something about a fire...

Over all the shouts, there came a sound like thunder that seemed to shake the entire building. All at once, there was a gush of hot hair that stole Klyde's breath and singed his skin, quickly followed by a dense cloud of smoke that filled the room. The shouts turned to screams, and Klyde began to hear the violent crackle of flames.

And Delissia... Klyde started as his eyes refocused on the spot that he had last seen her. She was gone! Genius! She'd set the fire to escape him! That kind of improvisation was exactly the reason why he needed her on his crew. His genius was rooted in pulling off improbably and daring plans at the last minute, but when it came to improvisation Delissia was in a league of her own. The girl likely didn't even realize how brilliant she really was, she just did things, seemingly by instinct, that just seemed to work out.

It was one of the things he loved most about her.

Klyde began pushing through the rushing crowd, trying to gain ground against the tide. "Delissia!" he called, "Darling! Where are you!" He was suddenly bowled over by a petite looking noblewoman in her quest for the exit. Trying to avoid being trampled, Klyde edged his way towards the wall, trying to get out of the press of bodies so he could assess the situation. Ouch, that hurt. The woman was definitely a pewterarm.

There was another roar, and Klyde thought he heard someone shouting something like, "Not the gin too!" and the flames suddenly intensified. Fire spread along the walls, consuming furniture and tapestries, hemming people into the centre of the room, as they climbed over top of eachother towards the door.

Klyde narrowly avoided a falling book shelf, and had to beat out the flames that had ignited his sleeve before he was burned. Finally able stand up, Klyde looked around and realized he was completely trapped by fire, and that Delissia was nowhere in sight.

"Damn!"



#11 Delissia


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Posted 11 October 2012 - 05:38 PM

Delissia ran with the crowd, gracefully weaving her way in and out, trying her best to avoid the place where she had seen Klyde standing. With her polite disposition and short stature, Delissia managed to elicit a modicum of sympathy from the surrounding gentlemen, who tried their best to shield her from the press of the crowd, and help her towards the door.

How kind, I shall have to thank them profusely when we reach the exit... Delissia realized that, with the flames rapidly consuming the building, Klyde would likely be in the crowd outside the hotel as well, and that if she wanted to avoid him, she would have to leave immediately.

It was just like Klyde to ruin everything!



#12 Zincell

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Posted 11 October 2012 - 05:59 PM

Zincell, having been shoved away from the entrance by a horde of panicking noblemen, had found herself cornered in a wall while the crowd flowed. Finally, the crowd (which had come from a nearby room where people were having a meeting), started thinning as most of the nobles there had left and now the bulk of the people was coming from another direction. Zincell rushed further inside, nearer to the flames "Klyde?!" She yelled, tapping Brass to deal with the heat.

"Delissia?! Klyde?!"

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#13 Delissia


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Posted 11 October 2012 - 06:22 PM

Delissia was almost to the door when she collided with someone who seemed to be pushing in the other direction, nearly knocking them both to the ground.

"I'm so sorry," she said. "Are you..." she trailed off as she realized who she was talking to. It was the young woman she had seen Klyde walk in with.



#14 Zincell

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Posted 11 October 2012 - 06:57 PM

"I'm fine, I--" She paused. It was Klyde's girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend, or whatever she was.

"Delissia! Where's Klyde? He was looking for you" She asked, worried. Zincell had somehow found herself closer to the door again. She looked around, not seeing him. "He's not with you? "

Zincell didn't wait for an answer and tried to get away from the crowd and closer to the fire to see if she could find him. She could be immune to extreme temperatures and heal great wounds-- he couldn't. Plus, he was her boss. She dodged as many nobles as she could, thankful so many had gotten out already, and tried to find him. "Klyde!?"
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#15 Delissia


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Posted 12 October 2012 - 03:31 AM

For a moment, Delissia feared the girl would try to stop her, however, before she had a chance to spit out a response, the girl was gone, lost in the mass trying to press past to the exit, trying to get out. Out, where no one would be waiting for her, where she could be free. "It was the strangest thing, Lady Sanna," she heard herself saying. "I can't imagine what could have caused such a disaster." No one would ever suspect she had started the blaze. After all, what motive could cheery Lady Delissia have had to burn down the hotel that contained all her worldly possessions?

I didn't want to burn it down, she told herself as she made her way out into fresh air. I just wanted to get away from him.... from Klyde

He was still in there. He had come looking for her, and if she knew anything about Klyde she knew he would not leave until he had found her. That's why the girl had pushed passed her, she was looking for him. Each new person to exit seemed a little bit more bedraggled and charred than the last. The flames were spreading to the upper floors now. Above, people were climbing out of windows, some leaping to the safety of nearby roof tops.

I caused all of this she realized. It's all my fault.

"Milady, I beg your pardon, but are you all right?" Delissia couldn't tear her eyes away from the spectacle in front of her. Nearby, a woman was helping her husband with a burn. Could she really have been the cause of such destruction?

"Miss? I asked if you were all right?" Delissia blinked twice, then focused on the concerned face of the gentleman in front of her.

"Oh yes," she said. "I'm fine. It's just... I can't believe this is happening." Normally she would have gone on, but Delissia found herself in one of those rare moments when she was lost for words.

The man nodded, and turned back to face the building. "I know, it's despicable isn't it? What a waste. I'll wager it's that blasted skaa rebellion again. Why can't they just accept us as their betters, take what generosity we have for them, and be happy with their simple lives? This rebellion is going to cost several fortunes before its over. They aren't even good workers, skaa. Rather sluggish in my opinion. If we could find a good replacement, I'd say we should do away with them all together." The man shook his head. "Alas, we do not have an alternative, and so we have to put up with nuisances like this."

Delissia nodded passively without responding. Somehow, she couldn't quite find it with in herself to smile and look at the bright side. Wouldn't a noblewoman agree with what this man was saying? Yes, she probably would. But the skaa rebellion hadn't set the fire. Delissia had. Because...

"I have to go after him."

"Beg pardon, milady?"

"I'm sorry milord, it's been an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance, but it seems that... that is to say I... I've.... I've lost my... my powder box. I must have left it in the lobby. The smoke from the fire has made me tear up you see, and it has completely ruined my make-up. I can't be seen like this, you understand. A Lady is nothing, after all, without a proper visage, and to accomplish that I simply must have my powder box. Please excuse me, this should only take a minute. Thank-you for your concern."

Without waiting for a response, Delissia pushed back passed the man, and ignored his shouts of protest. Picking up her skirts, she began to run back towards the hotel. Seeing her running, the man gave up pursuit, and turn back to talk with his companions.

The door was still crowded with a press of bodies trying to force their way out. The hotel was surrounded on all sides by other buildings, which meant there was only one entrance. That's why she'd started the fire in the first place. She'd had no other way out. Now she had no way to get in.

Unless... Delissia's eyes were drawn to the nearby rooftops that people were climbing out of windows onto. While some of the flames had spread, this was a fashionable part of town, and many of the buildings were made of stone with metal roof-tops. She was lucky they weren't in a slum. A blaze like this could have consumed a whole district.

Planning as she went, Delissia headed to the nearest building, and began searching for a way onto the roof.



#16 Zincell

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Posted 12 October 2012 - 03:41 AM

Zincell kept yelling and searching, filling brass to put up with the heat, smacking her clothes when they began to catch fire slightly.

"Deepness--Where are you Klyde!?" She yelled at the top of her lungs, coughing after that thanks to the smoke.

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#17 Daeric Vaudin


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Posted 09 November 2012 - 08:22 PM

"Locked," Jalen said with frustration, his voice slightly muffled by the damp kerchief he wore tied over his nose and mouth. They all had them, since it wasn't hard to notice how bad the blaze already was by the time they woke up and heard the alarm. It made them look like a bunch of bandits out of a story, their faces mostly covered and them carrying - or pushing or pulling or throwing - as many of their possessions with them that they could carry. If it were anyone else, they might have abandoned the things and run for their lives, but these trunks were their entire world. If they were lost, they wouldn't have so much as two boxings to rub together. They would be as dead as if the fire had taken them.

"Stand back," Daeric ordered, and Jalen scooted out of the way. Daeric flared steel, bracing himself against a few metal fixtures in the hallway behind him, and Pushed as hard as he could on the doorknob. It felt like being smashed between two brick walls, since he wasn't able to strengthen himself with pewter like a Mistborn could, but it was either that or sit here and burn. He had to do something.

Eventually the doorknob wrenched free enough that it went flying through the door on the other side, and Daeric slumped with relief at being able to breathe again. Strange that he would be so relieved to be able to inhale more smoke. But there was no time to recover from that; Jalen pushed the door open and through they went.

With much of the building in flames by this point, they had been forced to take a very circuitous route to the bottom. Sure, they could have thrown their things out a window, and Daeric could have jumped, but his friends couldn't. And he wasn't sure he was strong enough - physically or Allomantically - to carry a bunch of grown men to the bottom with him, even one at a time. If the way truly was completely blocked, though, they would have to try. In the meantime, though, they would try to get down this way, freeing any trapped guests they met on the way. And with Jalen's brass flared as high as it would go, keeping everyone calm who was close enough to him, they were able to think logically instead of panicking, and had made what felt like good progress from their tiny attic room.

Daeric was beginning to think, though, that jumping would be their only way out.

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Posted 13 November 2012 - 04:41 AM

Zincell kept filling brass at high rates and dodging pieces of falling wood or cloth, or apparently the occasional doorknob.

"Klyde!? Klyde where are you?! Delissia is outside! We can still catch up! Where are you?!" She yelled, and started coughing. The smoke wasn't doing her any good, but she had to find him. She wasn't about to let him die, was she?

"Klyde! Klyde!"

Edited by Thoughtful Spurts, 07 December 2012 - 04:29 AM.


#19 Delissia


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Posted 07 December 2012 - 05:23 AM

Delissia smiled prettily and batted her eyelashes twice for emphasis.

"I'm sorry miss, but I can't let you up onto my roof. It's just too dangerous for a young lady like yourself. You'll just have to replace your powderbox..."

"It was a gift from my grandmother," she said softly, letting her smile fall momentarily and giving a light sniff. She offered up a silent prayer to the Lord Ruler asking forgiveness to the lie. She was talking to the owner of the restaurant next door to the flaming hotel. The restaurant owner who was trying to tell her she was too delicate to go up onto his roof. "One of kind. It's the only piece I have left of her."

"Ah," the owner hesitated, obviously taken aback. "That's... that's very sad miss... I..."

"I suppose you are right," Delissia said with a sigh, giving him her tenth brightest smile. If she wanted to convince him, she had to smile of course. She only really looked pretty when she smiled. However, if she wanted to maintain the illusion of her grief, her best set of smiles certainly would not do. "I can picture it now, exactly where I left it. Right by the window I looked out of this morning. The one right above your building. It's hard to believe I was gazing down at your restaurant only a few hours ago, and now that little room of mine will soon go up in flames, and my grandmother's little powder box with it."

Delissia brightened her smile again, and continued to bat her eyelashes where appropriate . Some women felt batting one's eyelashes was frivolous and silly, but Delissia had always found it effective when done correctly. "Ah well. Nothing I can do I suppose. Grandmother always told me to smile and keep my chin up. She claimed ash darkened the day enough, and that I should find my own brightness to add to it. She actually inscribed that inside of my powder box. Did I mention that earlier?" Delissia felt tears begin to well up in her eyes, as the emotion of her story began to take her away. And why shouldn't she cry? Her last memory of her poor dead grandmother was a bout to go up in flames. If anyone had a right to cry right now, it was surely her.

"The writing was so ornately engraved," she continued, still smiling despite her tears. "It was beautiful. I remember tracing it with my fingers as a girl right after dear old grandmother died, and imagining the words engraving themselves on my heart, just like they are in the box. Such beautiful perfect letters, from such a beautiful perfect woman. I used to think that, if I treasured the box with all my heart, I would be holding the words themselves within myself, and they would stay there forever." Delissia removed a handkerchief from her sleeve and dabbed her eyes daintily, taking care not to ruin her make-up anymore than it already was. She might be frightfully dishevelled, but she was still a lady, and certain forms had to be preserved. "Young girls have such fancies, do they not? Thank-you, kind sir, for your common sense. I have no doubt you have saved my life today, even if it was at the expense of my powder box."

Straightening with all the dignity she could muster, Delissia moved to leave.

"Milady... wait." She turned, letting a breath get caught in her throat. Everything was working out perfectly. Just like in the story books. Next, the inkeeper would change his mind...

"If the window is right above the restaurant, like you say..."

Then he would offer to help her to the roof...

"...I'm sure it wouldn't be too difficult. I could even give you a boost if you needed one..."

Then she would protest politely, not wanting him to risk himself for her...

"Oh no, my good sir! I couldn't possibly..."

Then he would insist...

"No miss, please. I insist. I won't be any trouble at all."

Then she would accept his proposal with all the gratitude and dignity expected of a woman of her station.

"Thank-you so much. I don't know if I shall ever be able to repay you for this kindness. You have my eternal thanks, good sir."

The owner nodded contentedly, then started as he realized what he had gotten himself into. "We had best be on our way then miss. That fire is spreading quickly, and we'll want to get this over with before it becomes too dangerous."

"Lead away, my brave sir," Delissia said, positively beaming, while silently thanking the Lord Ruler for his generosity. It really was true what people said, 'When the Lord Ruler burns down a hotel, he'll provide you with a kind restaurant owner next door to help you back into said hotel to save the man you never want to see again.' Delissia knew in her heart that that wasn't exactly how the saying went, but it was close enough and fit her circumstances better.

So lost in her contemplations, Delissia barely noticed as the restaurant owner led her up several flights of stairs, helped her up a ladder, opened a trap-door, and led her on to the roof. All of a sudden it seemed like there they were, standing below the burning hotel, and Delissia realized to magnitude of the danger Klyde must be in. Smoke and flame streaked out of the windows, and shouts could still be heard from within.

This is my fault she remembered, trying her best not to let the sour thought sully her smile. She thought she must look rather brave with it on, and it was always a shame to spoil moments when one looked brave.

"All right," she said. "I'll look for some handholds. Would you be a dear and give me a boost?"



#20 Maximillian Driskell


  • Heir to House Driskell

15
Steward in Training
  • Age21

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginPort Tresteau

  • Allomantic StatusOpen

Posted 20 October 2017 - 01:01 AM

Maximillian Driskell lay on his bed, looking at the ceiling, arms folded behind his head. I'm finally here, he thought, smiling. He got up and looked to the side. His sketchpad was on a small desk. He got dressed, grabbed the small sketchpad, and put it in a pocket in his jacket. Then he turned around and walked out of the room.

The Rosy Sunrise was a very nice hotel. Max, however, walked outside as fast as he could. He was still embarassed for last night's... incident, when he had brutally attacked the hotel's main doorframe with his face. His nose still felt slightly numb for that.

Max left the building and started walking slowly along Canal Street, looking all around him. The city was even bigger than he had always imagined. Lord Ruler, this place is amazing, he thought, smiling to himself. He tried to memorize some of the buildings and faces he saw. He would do some quick sketches of them later.

As he walked, Max realized he didn't know where he was going. It would be nice to have a guide, he thought, stopping to look around. He could see the city walls behind him. At least I'm not going out of the city. He turned around and continued to walk along Canal Street. Exploring could be both fun and useful, after all.

Edited by Daydam, 20 October 2017 - 01:04 AM.






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