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The Casuana Ball, Part II: Serenity and Steel


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#581 Aaron Elariel


  • Elariel Heir

354
House Raisaal
  • Age23

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 04 February 2011 - 09:36 PM

The guard snapped to attention as Aaron approached. For the most part, he seemed an upright man. He was far more agreeable than his leader anyways. For some reason though, the man's casual talk of the rebellion failed to put Aaron at ease. He had seen something earlier, when the man was watching the gazebo. Something about him bothered Aaron, even if he could not put his finger on it. Trust your instincts, he whispered to himself in Daerra's voice, Besides each other, our instincts are all we have.

As the man spoke of Marisha panicking and attacking someone, Aaron felt his unease rise. The man's voice was perfectly casual, but hearing him itterate the same conclusions he, Claudia, and Sanna had arrived at earlier, without ever having met Marisha in person, was unsettling to say the least. How long had he been watching them, and what else had he seen?

Aaron fought to keep his smile from waning. He had no real reason to distrust this man (though Daerra would say he had no reason to trust him either), and he didn't want to be discourteous. The last thing he wanted was a repeat of his earlier conversation with this group of guards. "It's reassuring to hear you've been keeping an eye on the rumours of rebellion. It seems the Casuana's are in good hands. I don't think you have to worry about Lady Marisha attacking anyone though, she doesn't at all seem the type to me. However, if we had Phyra Venture, or Nadia Sureau cornered, I might share your concerns." Aaron chuckled uneasily. There was something not right here, and he was itching to get to the bottom of it.



#582 OreSanjou

8
Riordan Casuana's Reputation

Posted 05 February 2011 - 06:17 AM

"Is that so, my lord? I shall have to keep that in mind for the next time either is present upon these grounds." OreSanjou allowed himself a reserved chortle to appropriately accompany Lord Elariel's. His guard was raising, the scent stemming from him gaining complexity and body. Clearly he had not been cautious enough, the lordling was suspicious. How best to dissuade that, though..

"Thank you for your words, my lord, you are too kind. I try to keep my eyes on as much as possible, even on nights like tonight. I may be but a guardsman, but if I can see something another may have missed or overlooked, that information could save a life. What if Lady Nathar had run off in a ruse, to meet with someone in secret here? Be it for personal benefit or perhaps by blackmail, our arrival here could have been quite disastrous under such a circumstance."

He paused for a moment, as if collecting his thoughts, taking the opportunity to scan the area as he should, lingering his gaze across the gazebo as if to ensure there was no one in the proximity of it who had not originally been there. "I make no presumptions of present company, of course. But my ears have heard things of what occur in noble circles, and it always seemed to me that there was no such thing as being too overcautious. Forgive me if my words or behavior have offended you, Lord Elariel."
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#583 Aaron Elariel


  • Elariel Heir

354
House Raisaal
  • Age23

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 08 February 2011 - 03:33 AM

Aaron nodded absently. A healthy wariness of court intrigue would certainly give the man cause to watch the assembled nobility as much as their surroundings. It was a plausible excuse, certainly, but was it true? Aaron tried to observe the man as he spoke, hoping to pick up signs or hints of what he truly thought, but he found none. And I'm the fool once again. Why do I keep trying to be Daerra? It was her job to investigate her suspicions, and her weakness to jump at shadows. With so many nobility from different houses around, and a known mistborn no less, the guard had a right to be nervous about them.

Aaron's curiosity and suspicion continued to whisper in the back of his mind, but he forced those thoughts away. The guard, whoever he was, was inconsequential. He could not harm them. Aaron's attention should be on being ready to help Marisha, if one of the others said he was needed, not uselessly interrogating some guard because of some idle curiosity.

"Don't worry. You'll have to do a lot more than that to offend me. I think I expended my evening's worth of temper tantrums with your captain earlier tonight anyways, so you're safe."



#584 Damien Deveaux

562
Atium Chandelier
  • Age22

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginUrteau

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 15 February 2011 - 04:15 AM

Damien suppressed a flash of irritation as Daerra practically threw herself out of the carriage and into his arms. He had advised her to resume her act for consistency's sake, but just who did she think he was, to be taken in by something like that?

He moved to steady her, of course; the guards would think she had actually fallen, and even though she had done this on purpose, it wouldn't do for her to fall. He removed his hands as soon as she had her balance, but for whatever reason, she didn't move. And so neither did he. He stood there, matching her searching gaze with a cool one of his own. Just what did she want from him?

Then, suddenly, her expression began to... shift, somehow. Why... was she looking at him like that? Was she trying to unsettle him again? He steeled himself against that look, but he refused to back down. All that would do was give her something with which to get under his skin.

And so it was a relief when she finally stumbled away from him, into the waiting arms of a servant, and thanked him for the escort in her slurred voice. "It's quite all right," he replied in his calm, polite tone. "It is not your fault. Good night, Lady Daerra. I wish you a quick recovery."


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There were very few times in his life when Damien had experienced a silence as loud as the one that rang in his ears on the carriage ride back to Keep Deveaux. Why had Daerra been staring up at him with that look in her eyes? why? There had only been one woman before who had looked at him with an expression like that one.

With a pang, reached into his inner coat pocket and pulled out a lace-edged handkerchief. It was heavily creased, as though it had not been unfolded in some time, and smelled very faintly of perfume. Very faintly. Damien had to burn tin now just to catch the scent. How long had it been since he had thought of Ellianna?

Guilt overwhelmed him at that realization. It had barely been two years since her death, yet already she slipped so easily from his mind. He closed his eyes and sighed heavily, bringing the handkerchief up to his face to better catch the faint, barely lingering traces of her perfume. He hadn't even known her when they were engaged, but in time she had become his light, his warmth. And he was forgetting her. I'm sorry, Ellianna, he thought, wishing with all his heart that she could hear him. You deserve better.

It was a long trip back to Keep Deveaux.

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#585 Sanna Tekiel


  • The Pink Lady

256
Nessa's Baywrap
  • Age23

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 18 February 2011 - 06:51 AM

When Viridian announced she'd found something, Sanna came back to full alert. She moved forward to go towards the mistborn and Marisha's brother, to try to sort out what they should do next, but Nerid took the decision into his own hands. He let go of Viridian, and ran ahead towards the gazebo, calling out Marisha's name.

So she was near enough to to see the look on Viridian's face when Nerid tore away from her and went dashing on. Viridian was staring at the hand the man had been holding, and she looked almost - Almost as if she were about to cry. She looked lost. Sanna would have felt for anyone who looked like that, but somehow, that expression on the face of someone who?d always looked a little like a doll, before now, really made Sanna's heart go out to her. Sanna said nothing, though, not yet - she did not know what to say yet - without reaching for the woman. Viridian no longer seemed aware of any of them. Sanna followed just behind her as she drifted towards the gazebo.

She held back, just going forward to stand in the doorway, but not intruding into the siblings' moment. Nerid was obviously the right one to go to Marisha. She had caught hold of him tightly, and she didn't even seem aware of the rest of them yet. This was the first time Sanna had really gotten a good look at the woman; she could see plain as day that Marisha had been crying, though; her face was a streaked mess. Nerid seemed about to cry himself from the sound in his voice. They had something special, they really did - that kind of bond was not common, and seeing it, Sanna knew she should not go near them for a while. No one should. They needed to be alone with each other.

When Viridian went past her, Sanna tried to reach out to stop her, but the mistborn simply brushed on by her hand without seeing it.


#586 Marisha Nathar


  • Nathar heir's sister

256
Nessa's Baywrap
  • Age19

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginFarmost Dominance

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 18 February 2011 - 07:49 AM

Marisha focused on fighting down the panic. Sometimes she could hold it back, sometimes she could stop it. She could do this. Pathetic. She could do this. She could not give in. She counted each breath in equations that she had memorized. It was under her control - She would hold on to herself. She would not let it take her over. Not again. She had failed once tonight - failed - stupid - She would not do this again. She had lost track of anything else, forgotten to listen for the guards. But the sound of her name broke into her private struggle.

She looked up, uncomprehending at first, as a figure loomed out of the mist in the doorway, and then Nerid was holding onto her, and talking to her with his gentle reassurance. And for a moment, Marisha just collapsed into his arms, holding onto him, like she had a long time ago when she was only a child and Nerid had been the protector. She let everything go, let him comfort her, just for a little while; the fear receded while she clung to him. She felt so tired. "I'm not angry," she whispered. "I'm not angry, it's alright, I'm here now, Nerid. I'm so sorry."

It took her a little while to realize that they were not alone, that there was someone else there with them. Her eyes fixed over Nerid's shoulder on the woman in the green dress, and abruptly, with a sick, lurching feeling, she realized that it was Viridian Demesne, hovering over them like a vulture. Viridian had come with Nerid. Viridian had gotten her claws into Nerid while she was gone, Viridian had been working on him, what had she done? What had she abandoned her brother to? Shame washed over her, and with it a return of the panic tightening her chest with a crushing grip. Marisha's breathing quickened.

Her eyes shifted to the side, and she saw another woman standing there in the doorway, this one a complete stranger - and out through the door she could see Claudia Elariel - Suddenly dizzy again, she did not even hear Nerid as he began to talk to her rapidly; his words were incomprehensible. Why were they all here? What had happened?


#587 Viridian Demesne

26
Chunky the Mistwraith

Posted 18 February 2011 - 08:27 AM

Panic. That was what Viridian saw in Marisha's eyes. She had seen it before, dozens if not hundreds of times in the eyes of the men and women she had killed. Often she had pondered what they had seen in her to spark that fear, and just as often she had failed. This, however, was different. Having Nerid so near her she knew she had a rare opportunity to observe and react. To dissect the emotions... she found herself over thinking instead.

Certainly this was proof that whatever had transpired between Lady Daerra and Marisha Nathar had been unpleasant if not world shatteringly disastrous for the siblings. Had Daerra discovered Nerid's affliction or some other terrible secret? If so what position did that put the siblings in. She wished to interrogate the woman, to demand explanation for the stubborn woman's needless refusal to head warnings well given. Elatedly, Vie realized she felt a genuine desire to bludgeon Marisha with questions, not because she had to, but because she wanted to... unfortunately, she had to be careful. Sanna was only just behind her, and no doubt the others would join them presently.

Her eyes flicked to Nerid, his genuine love and concern for his sister was... beautiful. She surmised that any such showing of love and devotion must be equally as majestic, she had simply been blind to that beauty without the proper cipher through which to bear witness. Nerid clung to her and she to him and it made perfect sense. She was not his sentinel. He was hers... or perhaps they were each others.

She felt a sudden seething warmth in her chest. Her eyes began to narrow, sneering down her nose near to wrath. Why her? Why did he love her so greatly? She had abandoned him, as Viridian had only passingly theorized, to cry in a corner! What had Daerra so done to her she could not stand on her own two feet! It was pathetic! It was disgusting! She was disgusting! She was... She is his sister.

Vie turned her head away, frustrated. Marisha was his sister. She was blood. Blood was a bond theoretically unbiased, unending, and yet lacking love it was nothing. Viridian knew this very well. Without love, blood was as thin as tissue, as worthless as silver. There was love in what she saw, he loved Marisha, and he needed her. Viridian forced herself to witness and consecrate that simple emotional logic... a rarity as logic and psychology rarely stood in harmony.

Burning pewter she reached down and tore free a small strip from the bottom of her skirt and knelt down beside the two. She thrust the strip forward as though it were a snake and stated with impatience, "Your cosmetics are ruined, you should cleanse them from your skin for reapplication."
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Attached NPC's: Davon Demesne, Alyss Demesne

#588 Sanna Tekiel


  • The Pink Lady

256
Nessa's Baywrap
  • Age23

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 19 February 2011 - 06:23 AM

The look in Marisha's eyes when she finally looked up from Nerid's shoulder, the sudden horror and fear, struck a chord with Sanna. She?d rarely seen someone look like that. Sanna knew she was a stranger; she knew that she might possibly do more harm than good. But she could not just stand back and watch someone in that kind of state; she was compelled to go forward and reach out to the woman. She couldn't Soothe her, but she could try to help, she could do her best. She had to do something.

She joined the small circle around the woman and knelt down next to her, resting one hand warmly on Marisha?s shoulder. Sanna took the strip of cloth from Viridian with a smile for the mistborn, and held it out to Marisha rather less forcefully than Viridian had. A handkerchief would have been much better, but Viridian had already ripped her own dress, and this way she did not exclude the mistborn woman, but allowed her to be part of it. "These things happen," she said, gently. Viridian had the right approach in one sense. It really wouldn't help to pretend as if nothing was wrong; Marisha would know that they knew. It was a little too late for that. "But it will be the work of a moment to fix. We are the only ones here to see, and none of us are going to think any the worse of you for it; I certainly am not."

Sanna kept up a constant flow of chatter, since all she had to calm the woman was her voice. She could see Marisha shaking, and the noblewoman was breathing much too fast. She was still upset, and on the very edge of breaking down again.

"Did you know, the first ball I attended was an absolute disaster for me? Lord Tekiel was furious with me for how badly I handled myself. You've done much better than I did, really. Even when things weren't, well, going so well, you were handling yourself with grace and dignity. I couldn't help but notice. Because I never have dignity, you know; it's just not in my nature. Now we just need to patch you up a little. I have everything you could possibly need right here in my reticule."


#589 Marisha Nathar


  • Nathar heir's sister

256
Nessa's Baywrap
  • Age19

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginFarmost Dominance

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 19 February 2011 - 07:49 AM

Feeling trapped, even with Nerid right there beside her with his arm around her shoulders, Marisha's eyes flickered from one woman to the other, wide and hunted, every line of her body tense. Viridian was staring at her, her face calculating, and then it twisted into an expression of contemptuous anger. They were all hostile, but the mistborn was the most dangerous of all ... She was about to stand, but Nerid kept her there, his arm preventing her from rising quickly -

Then Viridian stalked toward them and attacked. Marisha had known she was going to. She had been expecting it, and reacted on instinct; her left hand flashed up to catch Viridian's arm and deflect it away from herself, and in the same motion she brought her right elbow up to strike for the mistborn's face. She realized only just in time that Viridian was only offering her a piece of cloth, and halted the motion before it was more than half-formed; the mistborn had drawn back, however, though her hand was still out with the cloth.

She let go of Viridian's arm, and then the woman in the dark red dress was there as well, kneeling next to her. Marisha flinched away at first from the gentle hand that the other woman laid on her shoulder, but this one was not attacking either. Yet she was still certain that they were hostile; they were here to see her vulnerability and use it against her. Perhaps they would tell Daerra. She was shaking, her breath quickening again into a ragged panting. She struggled to keep herself together as it all became overwhelming again.

And then it began to recede, the torrent of emotion, fading away as her brother's familiar Soothing washed over her, and she felt something more like peace and certainty take the place of that panic. Nerid was there. She would not let this happen in front of him - He was there; they would stand together against anything. No matter what.

And she heard something else in the woman's low voice, not what she had expected. There was a gentleness in it, a soft warmth and sincerity. Kindness. The woman was a complete stranger, but she was not here to hurt them. Viridian was still there. She had seen that look in Viridian's eyes; she had not imagined it. That danger was still present. But this woman was here to help. She turned her head, her eyes still a little wide, now with confusion, to meet Sanna's gaze. Who was she?

The woman smiled at her, and raised the cloth to Marisha's face, a little tentatively at first, but Marisha did not resist her. She could smell alcohol on the cloth as the woman dabbed at her face, wiping away the smeared makeup with a gentle hand.


#590 Aaron Elariel


  • Elariel Heir

354
House Raisaal
  • Age23

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 19 February 2011 - 11:09 PM

Aaron turned as a quick motion in the gazebo caught his eye. Viridian had turned her head away, her normally neutral face painted with an expression of frustration. Sanna had knelt down, and Claudia was blocking the siblings from Aaron's view. He wondered what was wrong, could Marisha have been hurt. Deciding he had best see what was going on anyways, he carefully approached the gazebo. Though he told himself he was just going to take a peek, and try not to let Marisha see him, inside he knew he wanted her too. Was he a fool for thinking she might forgive him?

Stepping up behind Claudia, so that he was still mostly shrouded in shadow and mist, Aaron took in the scene before him. Sanna was helping Marisha with her make-up, and Nerid was watching over her, his arm wrapped around her protectively. Whatever had distressed Viridian was likely an internal issue, it would seem. Having sated his curiousity, Aaron began to slowly back away. It was clear he was of no use here.

He managed two steps before Marisha's eyes met his.



#591 Viridian Demesne

26
Chunky the Mistwraith

Posted 20 February 2011 - 01:02 AM

Viridian had been ready to fall back when Marisha had dropped her sudden defensive attack posture. She had met Nerid's sister no harm, though it was clear the other woman had thought otherwise. Instinct's had threatened to rise and Vie had flared pewter. Part of her had almost hoped Marisha would attack her... but the part of her that had already accepted that she was important to Nerid knew better. If Marisha had attacked, she would have done what was necessary to disable the woman, nothing more.

It spoke volumes, however, that Marisha was indeed trained in combat. It had not been a clumsy movement and Viridian found her eyes falling toward the woman's hands. She kept them at combat readiness, cropping her fingernails. It was almost admirable if it did not portend her capability to soundly thump Daerra Elarial about the head rather than to scurry and huddle into the corner of this gazebo.

Marisha still seemed on the verge of panic, she seemed just as mistrustful of Sanna whom was, in both appearance and reputation, harmless. That was when Marisha abruptly calmed down. Soothed, but by whom? Certainly it was not her own doing, it was vaguely possible that either Aaron or Claudia had done so, but the more likely suspects were Sanna or Nerid. Hadn't Mia's Merchant uncle been soothed away as well... Viridian did not like the growing possibility that Nerid could be Mistborn... she found herself gravitating more toward the corner of the room where Nerid stood. the mist swirled about in the Gazebo to greatly for her to see if Nerid or Sanna was burning... she briefly considered extinguishing her metals... but decided the risk to Nerid to high.

Eventually she leaned against the nearest Pillar and decided to wait. Sanna seemed to have things taken care of and the soothing had been well timed.
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Attached NPC's: Davon Demesne, Alyss Demesne

#592 Claudia Elariel


  • Elariel Mistborn

57
Theatre Spectator
  • Age20

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 21 February 2011 - 02:45 AM

"Aaron," Claudia said in her softest voice, "would you kindly go and fetch a jacket or a cloak? Marisha has been out here for some time and she's likely freezing."

Besides, she thought, it will be easier to calm her if you give us a few moments.

She offered her cousin a small smile of preemptive gratitude and turned away. Sanna was doing her best to aid the distraught woman with her make-up, Nerid looked like he wanted to fold her up in a protective blanket and never let her out of his sight again but Viridian...she seemed unsure whether she should be preparing a defense or simply wait and see what would happen. Finally Claudia approached. She knelt down before Marisha, next to Sanna. "Lady Marisha," she said softly. "Forgive us for intruding on your solitude - I know well that a ball can be overwhelming and at times one needs quiet to clear one's thoughts. Your brother was troubled - likely because the guards indicated there may be some risk wandering the grounds without an escort and so it seemed prudent to be certain you were well."

Impulsively, remembering Nerid's gesture to her in the alley only that morning she reached out slowly and took Marisha's hand gently in her own offering a squeeze of reassurance. "I promise you, all will be well. Sanna will help you make yourself tidy and when you are ready - not before - we might return to the ballroom together."

 

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


#593 Marisha Nathar


  • Nathar heir's sister

256
Nessa's Baywrap
  • Age19

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginFarmost Dominance

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 26 February 2011 - 09:51 AM

Marisha did not know what to say to the woman, who had laid out an impressive array of cosmetics - some of which Marisha did not even know the use of - and was now brushing at her face deftly. Under the influence of Nerid's Soothing, she could not find the will to resist her at all, and so she submitted to the process. She was still drained, but a little more at peace. It was an unnatural peace. She knew that. It was only there because Nerid was Soothing her - he should stop; she should stop him, before the mist gave him away, but it left her thoughts clearer. The mist was swirling enough in the gazebo that it was difficult to tell who was burning metals and who was not. For all she knew, the stranger might have been burning as well. Viridian almost certainly was.

And now, if she stopped him, she might lose hold of herself again. Then they would know for certain that someone had been Soothing her. She did not know what to do. If she had the damn strength to hold herself together on her own - that repeated thought went right through the Soothing, dulled by the effect of the brass, but still sharp enough to cut. She had failed them both.

In that moment, she looked past Sanna, and her eyes locked with a familiar pair of grey eyes. He was standing just behind Claudia, looking at her. Watching her. Watching her like this. The Elariel siblings would not leave her alone, they were hunting her, catching her between the two of them, driving her back and forth in some kind of game. What did they want with her? Why would they not be done with it? Was Daerra here as well? Was Claudia part of it, despite her words earlier? The emotional jolt of this broke through the Soothing as well, and her eyes went wide as she stared at Aaron. Even the remnants of anger that flared up could not mask the fear, and she had little else of emotion to help to balance it.

Nerid held onto her tightly, sensing the tension in her, and she was aware that both Claudia and the stranger were speaking to her, though the stranger fell silent after a moment to give way for Claudia. Claudia had taken her hand, and was talking in an earnest voice. Marisha barely heard her, however. She pulled her eyes away from Aaron's, pulling in on herself, though she left her hand in Claudia's without resistance, her shoulders hunched as if to make herself a smaller target. Couldn't he simply leave her alone?

"Thank you, Lady Claudia," she whispered in a low voice. "And Lady ... Sanna. I apologize for whatever concern I may have caused. I had no intention of it." Whoever Lady Sanna was. She was clearly, from the quality of her clothing and jewellery, someone of high rank. They were both kind, or they seemed kind, as they attempted to reassure her, and Sanna continued to fuss over her face and hair. She wished they would all leave her alone, let her escape with Nerid. But there was nothing she could do now, she reflected dully. She had to give way to their attentions, and then allow them to take her back inside with them.

Lord Ruler, was Daerra there with them as well? Aaron was bad enough, but she was terrified at the thought of seeing that woman again. Especially now, now that the Elariels knew they had broken her, now that they had seen her vulnerable and humiliated.


#594 Aaron Elariel


  • Elariel Heir

354
House Raisaal
  • Age23

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 28 February 2011 - 12:48 AM

The look in Marisha's eyes nearly broke Aaron. It was one of pure terror and revulsion. That's it then... she hates me. I've ruined everything. All thoughts of maybe redeeming himself fled in that moment. If her eyes reflected what was in her heart, Marisha Nathar would never forgive him. Had his treatment of her truly been so horrible? Aaron angrily reprimanded himself. It didn't matter what he thought of his actions. What mattered was what Marisha thought, and she was obviously more hurt than he had ever imagined.

What shocked Aaron even more than Marisha's reaction to seeing him was the feelings that welled up inside of him because of it. What was she to him, truly? Being Daerra Elariel's brother wasn't always easy, and Aaron had learned to let new friendships die before they started before. Why was Marisha any different? She was kind, he supposed, and interesting, but so were many of Aaron's friends. His innate sense of curiosity often attracted him to the court eccentrics. He had always enjoyed spending time in the company of men like Aldwin Tekiel and Efram Lekal, but he knew who he would choose if either of the two came into conflict with Daerra. When push came to shove, Aaron always knew he would choose Daerra in a heart beat. Why then, had he hesitated, when Daerra had asked him to use Marisha? Why did the guilt for what he had done seem to make his stomach tie in knots? And why could he not rip his gaze away from those terror filled eyes?

Finally, Marisha looked away. Aaron belatedly realized he had let Claudia move away from him without answering her, lost as he was in Marisha's terrified visage. Not bothering to mutter a reply, he merely draped his own suit coat over the railing of the gazebo and stalked off, back towards the entrance. It was clear he wasn't wanted here.



#595 Sanna Tekiel


  • The Pink Lady

256
Nessa's Baywrap
  • Age23

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 16 March 2011 - 04:11 AM

Marisha seemed to have calmed down, and she was letting Sanna do as she pleased, but she was more dull than calm. Her eyes were confused when she met Sanna's, but without very much interest in what was going on around her. Was Viridian Soothing her? It seemed a fair possibility; after all, she was a Mistborn. Though in Sanna's opinion, a little Rioting might not have gone amiss. The lethargy and tiredness made Sanna try to bring her up with more chatter, but it had no effect. Marisha wasn't even really listening to her.

Sanna knew the effects of Soothing well enough; she had a much finer touch herself, and she never produced this sort of blunting dullness. Viridian really was not very good. But it was at least better for Marisha than the anxiety, she supposed. Once they were back inside, and she was protected by one of the Tekiel Smokers, she might take it upon herself to remedy this a little. Sanna had finished cleaning the other woman?s face, and began to brush with her powders and pigments. She was quite good at masking things.

An uneasy apprehension grew in her when she heard Claudia say Aaron's name, however, which was shortly after confirmed when Marisha looked over her shoulder and her eyes grew wide. She was frozen without blinking, like a bird staring at a snake, and Sanna could see the sudden terror in her eyes.

Aaron! Why couldn't he just wait for the right moment? This was really not the right moment. Her cousin was an idiot! And if she could have smacked him, conveniently, without anyone else noticing, she would have. Maybe she would later. Sanna looked over her shoulder at Aaron, trying to signal him to go away, but he wasn't looking at her; his eyes were fixed on Marisha, and his face was entirely expressionless. What was he doing? Really? Was he trying to sabotage this? That wasn't like Aaron at all, she knew, but he was really making this a lot worse now. Marisha was literally cringing, trying to make herself as small as possible.

He left after that, but it was too late. It might be extremely difficult to get Marisha on speaking terms with Aaron again, Sanna realized. At least it wasn?t going to be difficult to get her to do anything else; she was entirely passive now, letting Sanna do whatever she wished, and it was not long until Sanna had her face back into order again, and a little work soon had her hair to rights as well. Still chattering away, Sanna showed Marisha her own face in the mirror, but the woman was still very subdued.

She went along with whatever Sanna wanted, though; when Sanna pulled her up to her feet, Marisha came. Only when they passed near to the entrance of the gazebo, and Sanna picked up Aaron's coat to try to drape it around Marisha's shoulders, did she give any reaction. Marisha stepped back from the coat, shaking her head once, and said, softly, "No, thank you."

Sanna shook her head, frustrated. "You might catch cold, Lady Marisha, you know; you ought to have something warm about you."

"No, thank you," Marisha repeated, more emphatically. Her brother was out of his own coat in a moment, and wrapped it around Marisha's shoulders; she caught hold of the lapels and pulled it around herself.

Sanna looked down at the coat in her hands. Well, what was she going to do with this now? After a moment, she put it around her own shoulders; no sense in wasting Aaron's chivalry, was there? And it was cold out here.

"There, then - let's go inside, shall we?" she said, never having lost her smile for even a moment. "I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Sanna Tekiel." She linked arms with Marisha, on the opposite side from Nerid, who had given his sister his arm as well. Sanna held out her other hand for Claudia as she drew Marisha with her, leading the small group back towards the Keep.


#596 OreSanjou

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Riordan Casuana's Reputation

Posted 19 March 2011 - 09:47 PM

Blessed movement at last. What in the Final Empire had taken those foolish...

Makeup?

They had paused so long to fix the woman's makeup?! Of all the preposterous, asinine, tremendous wastes of time! Only a noble would be so obsessed with keeping face in a situation of social graces.

OreSanjou was fed up. Interesting information had been gleaned, but this night had been a colossal waste of his talents from the start. Now? Now he was just furious. It was time to collect his due.

Beneath the skin, hidden by that allomantic deathtrap called 'armor', muscles and sinew shifted, reshaping. A connection here, a rotation there. It was done in an instant, and he made as if to look around the area, ever a vigilant guard. When his face was masked in shadow, the new shaping went to work, muscles twitched and plucked at an altered voicebox like a harp as he exhaled through a hardened esophagus.

CRACK

It was a sharp, frigid, and hollow sound that shattered the silence of the mistcloaked night, reverberating off the stone walls into a chilling echo. A master Tineye might have been able to trace the sound back to its source, but he saw nothing of the sort amongst the fools here.

He jumped as if reacting to the sound, as any good soldier should, head whipping about as he backed towards the group of noblewomen with hilt at hand. "Blood and ashes, what was THAT?!" He murmured beneath his breath.

He was close enough now, surely. Nostrils flared beneath his helmet, drawing in what he sought with a slow, deep breath.

Thick.....caustic....a choking, noxious cloud of agonizingly spectacular fear. It hung heavy around her like a mantle, slightly aged but barely diluted by the night breeze and movement, he dared not dream what it was like fresh, lest he lose himself completely. Something was suppressing her production of the glorious draught, no doubt the mistborn woman. Accursed wench.

Still. Things would be interesting... for a moment, at least.
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#597 Tamsin Landell


  • Heir to House Landell

256
Nessa's Baywrap
  • Age20

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginSouthern Dominance

  • Allomantic StatusN/A

Posted 20 March 2011 - 11:43 PM

(OOC - sorry for the crappiness of this one. I?m kind of creatively dead. D: )

Tamsin's eyes followed Jessica's gaze, to where Vizar was assisting Jansten to his feet and half-carrying him out of the room. It looked, unfortunately, as if her father was drunk; however, he would not be the first noble to leave the ball in a shape somewhat less coordinated than he had arrived. She looked at Jessica again, but the other woman only responded with perfect good courtesy, waving Tamsin's apology away. Whether or not she actually meant to excuse it was a different question, but for now Tamsin would take the answer at face value.

She nodded. "I shall tell him so, if you like. But I am sure there is no need for you to apologize. You did not know, after all."

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Jansten, in the meanwhile, was perfectly contented where he was ensconced on the chair; his feet had hurt, vaguely, when Vizar had obliged him to walk. But it seemed as if the pain did not really matter; it might have been happening to some other person, very far away. Another Jansten. Now that was an interesting idea. He considered it for a moment, forgetting that Vizar existed and was speaking to him. The boundaries of his own body seemed to be dissolving, and his surroundings were not important at all. These thoughts - they were far more important. A parallel Jansten - the man he saw in the mirror, perhaps. What if there were a hundred Janstens, somewhere, in some mirror dimension? His doppelgangers, except that they had made different choices, perhaps. This was a revelation. It deserved careful thought. He turned it over and over in his mind, without noticing that he was repeating his own thoughts in a circle.

"Do exactly as you please, Vizar," Jansten said negligently, relaxing further into the soft cushions of the chair, slowly dissolving into dreamy half-aware bliss. "I don't mind one way or the other."


#598 Sanna Tekiel


  • The Pink Lady

256
Nessa's Baywrap
  • Age23

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 27 March 2011 - 10:24 PM

Sanna jerked, and her eyes went wide with startlement and fright at the sudden noise. She had never heard anything like that before - Sanna couldn't even tell where it had come from; it was hidden somewhere in the mists. What made a noise like that? It was like the bark of some strange animal, and she could not help looking around her, wondering what was behind every swirl in the mist, what shapes were hiding out there.

She had linked arms with Marisha, but now her hand tightened on the other woman's arm, and her free hand came in to close over Marisha's. It helped a little that she wasn't walking by herself out here. But she wished Aaron hadn't gone away, or that Aldwin was here, or Efram, or someone. The guards were all very well and good, but she?d much rather have had one of her cousins after that. Who knew what it could have been? Even the guards seemed unsettled by it.

"It's all right," she assured Marisha and Claudia, trying to comfort herself by comforting them, though oddly Marisha seemed to be calmer than she had before, more alert. "We have the guards with us. Nothing's going to happen to us out here."


#599 Ignas


  • Architect of the Rebellion, the Shade

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High House Noble
  • Age46

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginWestern Dominance

Posted 30 March 2011 - 02:02 AM

Ignas wore a deep smile on his face as Tring ripped the wrought-iron gate apart with his bare hands. If only everything would be so easy to destroy. Unfortunately, pewter wouldn?t destroy all of the Final Empire.

Fire and pewter, however... that would work much better.

"Good work," Ignas said.

Tring grunted something unintelligible. He took being a Thug a bit too seriously. Ignas couldn't remember the last time he said a word.

"Indeed," Ignas said, as if in response to the grunt. "All right, now we enter the underbelly of Keep Casuana. Prepare yourselves."

For the flames will begin shortly, he thought.

He smiled, leading them down the ruined corridors. He stepped slowly, trying not to make a sound. Tring and Grunn, of course, paced with the delicacy of a Thug. "There will be guards here now. Be quiet." He glanced at the Thugs. "You really don't have to walk as if you're made of stone."

Tring grunted.

"Yes, yes, that's nice."

They walked through the underground of the Keep, and the Thugs kept as quiet as they could. Ignas Seeked, but couldn't sense anything. Instead, his mind turned to the ruins themselves. Just who built this structure? Keeps were often built off of older ones, so this Keep was probably a century since its destruction. Even Great Houses and their wars couldn't destroy properly; ruins remained.

Fire and pewter couldn't destroy completely. What would Ignas need if he were to do the job correctly?

His reverie broke when he saw the torch of a guard's flame ahead. He held his hand up to his rebels, then motioned them carefully.

As quiet as Ignas was, Tring and Grunn were not.

"Who's there?" the guard called.

Ignas waved his hand more strongly, beckoning them to run with him, toward the guard.

The guard's eyes widened when he saw Ministry tattoos.

"Canton of Inquisition!" Ignas bellowed, but he didn't break his momentum. He gripped the obsidian knife in his pocket.

"What?"

The knife easily broke through the guard's neck. Knives destroyed effectively, at least against skin. The guard crumpled to the ground as his blood spilled everywhere. Ignas let the torch fall, too. Stone wouldn't burn much.

Tring nodded to Ignas apprehensively.

"Nice," Grunn said.

Ignas suppressed a smile that he knew he had. Nessa probably didn't like the death. Besides, knives, fire, and pewter still couldn't destroy everything. Ignas would need more.

"He saw us," Ignas said, glaring at the two Thugs. "It was our only option."

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#600 Nessa


  • Rebellion Rookie

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Atium Chandelier
  • Age17

  • Relationship StatusBeginning a Relationship with Perrin

  • OriginCentral Dominance Plantation

Posted 23 April 2011 - 10:39 PM

Nessa's eyes widened as Ignas drove his knife through the guard's throat. It wasn't so much the act of killing that bothered her - she'd grown up in the underground; she was used to watching people die - but rather that Ignas was killing at all. She hadn't signed up for this. Wasn't the rebellion supposed to be different?

"I thought you said we'd just be knocking them out," she protested, glaring at Ignas with eyes full of resentment. Seemed he wasn't much different from her past crewleaders at all.






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