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The Casuana Ball, Part II: Serenity and Steel

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#641 Riordan Casuana

  • Luthadel's Finest Playboy

High House Noble
  • Age24

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginAustrex

Posted 27 September 2011 - 12:24 AM

"You see, Lord Chicken," Riordan continued, staying on the offensive, "you cling to your honor, to cover up the hole that is you. It'd be sad if I weren't in such a cursedly happy mood."

Caden, on the other hand, seemed none too pleased. His defenses appeared impenetrable, like his gaze. No matter what Riordan did, Caden seemed to be the perfect duelist, despite his reckless offense.

Then, strangely, Caden left an opening for himself. Had Riordan really gotten to him? It was hard to tell with Caden. Riordan smelled an odd scent, but didn't care. He went for the opening. It was almost careless of Riordan, but Caden was about to break--Riordan could feel it. Riordan lounged.

And just before his sword connected, Caden parried.

Almost like a time the Lord Ruler made his presence known, everything changed in an instant. Caden's block forced Riordan to stumble to the right, and the Hasting failed to miss the break. Riordan stretched, barely able to parry Caden's blow. He stepped backwards to give himself space, but Caden pressed him, refusing to let Riordan regain his balance.

Riordan sweated, and in his frantically defending himself, but he was failing, badly. Through the flurry of strikes, he could see Caden's expression. The man's eyes were not triumphant, as Riordan would have been in his position, nor were they even angry. They were more like ice or steel than an unhinged flame.

Riordan kept smelling that strange odor. It seemed like smoke. What?

Caden pushed Riordan's blade away, and begun to make one final thrust. Adrenaline coursing through Riordan, as he saw the strike, he knew that he couldn't be fast enough to parry it. He was done.

That was when a mistcloaked figure flew into the ballroom.

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#642 Perrin

Member of Lucille Deveaux's Book Club

Posted 27 September 2011 - 09:43 PM

Hours slowly trickled by as Perrin crouched atop a rooftop in the mists, waiting and watching for the signal from Ignas that would finally set him in action. He wasn't sure exactly how much time had passed since he had first arrived at his current location, but Perrin was sure that it couldn't be that much longer till he was set loose in the ball. And yet, while he anxiously waited for the evenings real event to be set in motion, he couldn't help but feel anxious for Nessa at the same time. What if she got hurt? Or worse? The thought that he wouldn't be able to protect her at all tonight dug at him, causing him to frown. She's not exactly helpless though, you idiot. Pewterarms can take care of themselves... He thought to himself, trying to make his anxiety go away at least for a short time. It wouldn't be good for him to be so distracted by his feelings that he got hurt or caught himself.


Perrin closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, reaching within himself to flare tin. Immediately, sounds that had been a low buzz to Perrin now became louder, crisper. While he was still too far away from Keep Casuana to hear individual conversations, he was able to pick out a few words, but whether or not they were from the same person he couldn't be entirely sure. Nothing out of the ordinary. Yet.

He stopped flaring tin, allowing it to settle back at his normal burn level, and opened his eyes. Hopefully he wouldn't have to wait much longer; Perrin never was the patient type. He scanned the distant keep again, looking for any sign that Ignas might have been making his move. Still nothing. With a huff of frustration, Perrin turned away from the keep, taking a few steps back to a pile of boxes where he sat down hard and leaned back to glare at/watch Keep Casuana. If only he could know how the other group was doing he would feel immensely better.

As he sat there glaring at the Keep, Perrin found himself wanting to fall asleep. That was how utterly bored he was; he was burning pewter and yet he wanted to sleep. Ridiculous... He needed to distract himself from just watching and waiting for the distraction at the Keep. That was easy enough, he just needed to think about any experience that he'd had thus far with Nessa. And while he could think about any of them, he knew before he had even started thinking about thinking about her that he would be playing over the previous night's excursion in his mind, like he had for the thousandth time already.

The whole experience with Nessa still felt like a dream to him, it had been that 'perfect'. He could still feel her craddled in his arms, still feel the warmth of her skin on his, still see that orange glow around her face as he had moved in to kiss her.... Wait... orange glow? That was a detail he didn't remember. Perrin focused his gaze on the Keep that he had only been half looking at for the past few minutes and jumped when he saw the faint orange glow to big to be coming from a torch or even a few torches. That was the signal he'd been waiting for! It seemed to be on the wrong side of the Keep from what he remembered of Ignas' plan, but at this point, Perrin could have cared less that the damn obligator had made a slight change to everything.

Perrin leaped to his feet and flared all of his metals for a fraction of a second in excitement. It was finally starting. As Perrin sprinted towards the edge of the roof, a grin spread across his lips; it seemed like it had been such a long time since he was last given completely free reign on a mission. This was what he had joined the rebellion for.

Building's whizzed by Perrin in a blur as he jumped towards the now on fire Keep. If the nobles in the ball hadn't noticed the flames by now, they would be shortly, and then Perrin would be there to cause even more panic. The outer wall of the keep was approaching rapidly. With a strong push against a metal bracket behind him, Perrin shot up into the night sky above the lip of the wall. As he began to fall back towards the ground, he located a guard walking along the top of the wall wearing a metal breastplate and used the man as an anchor to slow his fall.

Perrin landed with a soft thump next to the guard, who now lay crumpled on the ground, moaning in pain. "Don't worry, this was a treat next to what some of your friends will get tonight. At least you'll survive," he said as he bent over and patted the man reassuringly on the shoulder. After a moment of orienting himself with the layout of the keep, and hoping that the drawings he had studied of it's interior were accurate, Perrin stepped over the guard on the ground and used the man as an anchor again, this time to shoot himself up towards one of the windows of the Keep.

He could hear shouting, which was certainly related to the quickly growing fire, but it didn't sound like pandemonium had broken out just yet. That would be his job. Hopefully the Inquisitor that was supposed to be at the ball had already arrived, otherwise, things would be much less exciting than the rebellion was hoping for. Although, there was sure to be at least one noble mistborn in attendance tonight, perhaps more; if things didn't work out with the Inquisitor, maybe one of the nobles would feel bold enough to give chase.

The glow of fire on the eastern side of the keep was growing in strength every second, and so, it sounded like, were the shouts; he even heard a couple of scattered shrieks/screams from some women. Time for his grand entrance.

Grinning ear to ear, Perrin set his gaze on a window a little more than halfway up the north wall of the keep, pushed against a couple pieces of metal behind him to adjust his path, and brought his arms up in front of his face.

A heartbeat later, Perrin burst through the glass, landing on a balcony overlooking the ballroom. The vibrant scene of the ball immediately greeted Perrin's eyes, though there was no longer the usual ordered mingling and dancing. Both men and women rushed about the room, seeking out a companion, or family member, or friend. Well that wouldn't do; it was about time everyone's attention was focused where it needed to be: on him.

Perrin glanced to his left and nodded in greeting at a young couple that had been staring at him in shock since he had crashed through the window, "Evening," he winked at the noblewoman, then sprinted off in the opposite direction so as to position himself better for his 'entrance' to the main floor of the ballroom. He skidded to a halt after he had lined himself up sufficiently with the head dining table, and then without a second thought, launched himself over the railing.

With a flare of pewter, Perrin crashed down onto the long table, breaking it in half and sending plates flying in all directions. He smiled widely, "Good nobles of Luthadel!" he paused in his address and shrugged, "And I suppose bad nobles of Luthadel can be included in this as well... I hope that you've had a pleasant evening up till now because it's about to take a turn for the worst."

He grinned as he listened to a shocked and confused hum of voices swell then taper off. "Now, can anyone point me in the direction of the Inquisitor that was supposed to have made an appearance here tonight? I believe they would be interested in speaking with me; not every day a half-breed Mistborn wanders close enough for them to snatch."
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#643 Mia Casuana

  • Lady of House Casuana

High House Noble
  • Age27

  • Relationship StatusMarried to Julian Casuana

  • OriginLuthadel

Posted 29 September 2011 - 04:13 AM

"Not every day a half-breed Mistborn wanders close enough for them to snatch," the man, the defiant, accursed, impossible-to-even-exist skaa Mistborn declared, as if this was as normal as ashfalls.

Mia's heart stopped. For a moment, the entire ballroom seemed to freeze. Through her disbelief, she realized that somehow, the Lord Ruler had willed this ball to get worse--a feat almost as impossible as a skaa Mistborn breaking into her ballroom.

Behind Mia, she heard Leonard bellow, "Get down!" The next thing she knew, she had been tackled to the ground, with Leonard covering her body. She faintly smelled a bizarre scent, like smoke. It made her head spin faster.

Then arrows had been loosed, and the atrium erupted into chaos.

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Eric's note: And part two has concluded. For part three, see: http://mistbornrpg.1...p?showtopic=501

Edited by Chaos, 31 December 2012 - 08:42 AM.

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