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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.

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Private W2 D6 EA Kess Ollie Nessa

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#1 Kess

  • Age24

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusKnown to a select few

Posted 28 February 2018 - 02:28 AM

“Caps! Wool caps! Black an’ grey an’ brown! Not the least bit itchy! Caps!”

The proprietor of the hat stall held up a black cap in one hand, then bowed his head and removed a grey one from his head with the other, revealing a brown one underneath. Kess didn’t stop or even slow for his choreographed routine. Her own grey cap was in fine working order, currently atop her head, with most of her brown strands tucked underneath, save for the locks draped over her right eye.

“Brooms! Getchyer brooms! Keep th’ash off your doorstep!”

The old man hawking his devices swept some ash across the aisle of the outdoor market, right in her path, prompting Kess to adjust her trajectory to avoid a collision. The petite skaa glared as she passed.

“Shoe shine! Cheap’n’fast!”

Of course the shoe shiners were just beyond the brooms, as you’d likely walk through a low ash cloud given the near-constant demonstrations. But she had no mind for that, either.

Kess walked with purpose through the bustling marketplace. At neither a sprint nor the lazy stroll of a noble on holiday, her gait was deliberate, even confident, the measured steps of a woman on a mission. Get to the market. Get the goods. Get back to HQ.

. . . With Nessa.

Make sure to bring back Nessa.

That last bit was the one that concerned her.

The new recruit had a habit of running off. This was the first time she’d been let out of the den since the last incident. The market run was a test of sorts, to see if Nessa could handle being out in public again, without going off on her own. Kess had gotten an inkling this going-off-on-her own ash, might have something to do with a boy.

She’d been that kind of stupid once.

She didn’t recommend it.

Kess had mostly been silent for the duration of their walk to the market, as was her way. But that didn’t mean she didn’t keep close watch of the teenager, and check in. She did so again, turning her head to look up the taller girl.

“Grab a bite! Bay wraps!”

Bingo. A vendor Kess was actually interested in. She’d been advised that food might help her in her quest to contain the young Thug, so she wanted to get some in Nessa’s hands as soon as possible. She looked to Nessa, catching her hazel eyes and nodding toward the wooden food cart.

“We’ll take two,” she told the proprietor, handing over the necessary coin, and getting the pair of wraps in return. She almost didn’t order one for herself but she didn’t want to make things any more awkward then they had to be. She resolved to eat fast, so she could have both hands free again. She walked a few paces from the stall, out of the way but so she could have a good view of the market activity around them. She passed a wrap over to her companion with a nod and took a big bite of her own.

Silence didn’t bother her, but she knew others weren’t as comfortable with it. Her conversation skills were such that quiet might be the better of the two options. With her mouth full, she had at least a few moments to try to string a few words together.

“Not bad,” she said after her first swallow of vegetables. It wasn’t the best she’d had but it beat the hell out of a lot of meals she’d scavenged over the years.

Edited by Mora, 28 February 2018 - 03:40 AM.

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