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Mistborn (Viridian and Alexandre)

Closed W2 D1 NT Viridian Demesne Alexandre Aurelian

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#1 Viridian Demesne

26
Chunky the Mistwraith

Posted 02 November 2011 - 10:55 PM

Viridian burned copper. The mist's swirled around her arm as though attracted by their own gravitational field. It was not an overt or chaotic maelstrom, but an understated, soft spoken, attraction. It swirled down on her from all directions, slipping up against her. Caressing her in much the same way she had witnessed her father twirling the hair on her mother's head.

The attraction was the only constant in this experiment, if she could call it an experiment after all these years. She knew from past experience that should she cease to burn her metals, the mist's would cease to come to her. She could no more explain the connection or lack thereof than anyone else, and yet she found herself unable to ponder much else as she sat crouched on the window ledge of the room immediately above where Aaron was, theoretically, resting.

The Elariel heir had performed adequately in the early afternoon training session. As expected he would require a great amount of work to shape into something dangerous, but for the moment he was an exception to the rule, having some skill and experience with acrobatics, exceptional reflex's yet represented only slightly above average combative threat capabilities. At the present she rated his escape prowess satisfactory. She intended to hone those abilities and others...

She paused in her nightly musings as the pulse of iron bled through the mists from Aaron's room. She tilted her head absently as she considered this new development. Obviously the mists couldn't enter the interior of the the Great House and would not be attracted to Aaron as he burned his store of metals, but she hazarded a glance down at his window to see if they were brushing more irregularly at his window all the same.

They were not. However as she observed the glass wall, Aaron's iron signature grew stronger. The window was drawn open and the mist's did begin to swirl as a man in Mistcloak climbed out. She had been burning tin all evening. If another had approached Aaron's chambers she would have known and the cloaked figure smelled of Aaron. Curiosity took hold.

What was the man up to sneaking away from his own home in the night? Was he Mistborn? He did have a cloak after all, but if so he ought to have known that burning any metal would alert her and why not simply burn copper to mask his escape? Furthermore where was he going? With tin enhanced vision she watched as he shut the window carefully and quietly, before launching out into the mists.

With only a moment's hesitation. She followed.
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#2 Alexandre Aurelian


  • Sureau Assassin

354
House Raisaal
  • Age27

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginTremredare

  • Allomantic StatusRumoured

Posted 11 November 2011 - 03:48 AM

Lex flew low to the ground, keeping his flight controlled. Because few buildings in Luthadel besides the keeps rose above three stories, high flying mistborn could be spotted easily by a well placed tineye. While tin-eye scouts were as rare as other types of allomancers, it always paid to be careful. Instead, Lex kept his flight between the second and third story of most buildings. He was clothed completely in the same dark gray material mistcloaks were made out of, from his knee high boots to the mask that covered the lower half of his face.

This time of night, the streets were deserted, and he was moving fast enough that he would not be noticed by the odd passing carriage or pedestrian. As he jumped, he tried to use iron whenever possible. When he had to push, he immediately pulled his coins back to him so he would leave no trail behind. Copper also burned within in him, cloaking his allomancy. Hopefully, the combination of these things together would mean his target would not see him coming.

The tassels of his mistcloak fluttered lightly, and their sound was the only hint of his passing. As he jumped, the river of mists rushing by seemed to twist around him, reacting with the metals burning inside of him. As he neared his destination, Lex took cover on the sloped roof of a small apartment building. Once he decided he was properly concealed, he dropped his copper cloud and flared tin and bronze, hoping to detect some sign of his target.

And there it was. Steel, iron, tin, and pewter, all coming from the direction of Keep Elariel. According to reports, Viridian Demesne, and open mistborn, had taken up residence within the keep that day. Phyra Venture's attack had put the Elariels on edge, and now they were calling in their allies. It was Lex's job to see how much of a threat Viridian would be to house Sureau. Vivian Elariel had escaped. No one was sure if she had made it back to her keep yet, but once she did relations between Elariel and Sureau could be strained to the breaking point. If that happened, Stefan wanted to know what he was up against. And so, he sent Lex.

Show no mercy. We want a good assessment of her abilities. Just don't kill her. If our agents can't recover Vivian before she makes it back to her keep, we'll have enough damage control on our plates. We don't want to add to it by killing Elariel allies. Most importantly, don't let her identify you. Engage, assess, and get out. Keeping is orders in mind, Lex prepared to engage his prey.

As he moved, he felt another pulse, previously hidden by the others. Bronze. It would seem Viridian was seeking as well, and if she was within his range it was likely he was in hers. Wasting no time, Lex flared his metals and launched himself directly towards the source of the pulses. Viridian was moving away from the keep, so he adjusted his path to intercept her. As soon as he was in range he pushed against all the metals she had on her. At the same time, he rioted fear, alarm, and confusion, and began soothing away pragmatism and confidence.

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#3 Viridian Demesne

26
Chunky the Mistwraith

Posted 11 November 2011 - 08:40 AM

The first sign of an ambush came as the coin pouch at Vie's waist was torn from her belt. Instinct caused her to immediately tug back, but as the attack had come with no warning there was little hope of immediately retrieving the pouch. Tactically it was an effective opening maneuver, working to instantly muddle the target's arial capabilities, as well as stripping them of projectile weaponry.

The more peculiar aspect of the attack came as a dull assortment of sensation fluttering within her, causing her chest to tighten involuntarily as well as to in causing her sweat glands to secrete more readily. Viridian was familiar with, and identified, the effects of emotional allomancy at play. Whatever the attacker was pushing on and whatever emotions they then pulled by extension, were not there to be tugged on or prodded, and as such she was left with only the vague understanding that something odd was occurring in her emotional state in a way that could only be compared to what sight represented to the blind.

She flared tin obligatorily in response to the attack, expanding her senses to their maximum potential. There had been no warning, the attacker was either burning copper in addition to all else, negating bronze's usefulness, or else she was facing multiple adversaries.

Lacking a coin pouch, Vie let herself fall. Observing her steel and iron lines for abnormalities. Finding swiftly among the stagnant lines the thicker bunched line of several coins bunched together streaking toward where she had been moments earlier. It was not long after that tin enhanced vision revealed the mist cloaked figure's approach.

Having reached an unacceptable velocity. She absently popped free one of six miniscule studded earring's lined up along her only ear, and sent it downward to slow her descent, flaring pewter as she landed on the cobblestone roadwork to assist in absorbing her fall. From there she returned the gesture, and shoved at her attacker's coin pouch while simultaneously pulling her own back in her general direction.

Edited by Viridian Demesne, 11 November 2011 - 07:44 PM.

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#4 Alexandre Aurelian


  • Sureau Assassin

354
House Raisaal
  • Age27

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginTremredare

  • Allomantic StatusRumoured

Posted 15 November 2011 - 07:53 PM

When Viridian tried to use his own strategy against him, Lex was ready. He continued to keep track of which metals she was burning with his bronze. She already knew he was there, so there was no point in burning copper. Besides, if she had any atium on her, he wanted to know as soon as possible.

When he sensed the steel pulses, he gripped his coin pouch firmly in front of him, and pushed as well, flaring pewter to deal with the strain. With the coin pouch anchored as it was by both his pewter enhanced arms and his steel push, if Viridian didn't stop pushing, she would be sent backwards.

He also caught the pulse of iron. He'd been tracking the line he'd pushed away from her body, and now it began to thicken, getting closer. Flaring iron, he pulled on the metal source as well, hoping to keep it out of Viridian's hands.

Then came the problem of his descent. In order to attack from the high ground, he'd jumped to high to make a clean landing. With his coins all clenched between his fists, he had nothing to use as an anchor. Had he stayed at his lower flight path he could have used pewter to land without injury, but from this height he risked breaking bones, pewter or not.

Simultaneously with his push and other pull, he reached out with iron, grabbing on to any source of metal he could. Any metals that moved, besides Viridian's, he immediately let go of, but those that held in place he latched onto, pulling in all directions. He came to a halt in mid air, suspended on one side his and Viridian's conflicted pushes, and on the others by a random assortment of metal window latches, well secured nails, and decorative inlays. Flaring tin, he could hear some of his anchors rattling under the strain of his wieght, but they seemed to be holding.

The entire manouvre took only seconds to complete. Upon finishing, Lex searched the mists for his opponent, ready for the next attack.

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#5 Viridian Demesne

26
Chunky the Mistwraith

Posted 21 January 2012 - 09:10 PM

Delay was unacceptable. Aaron Elarial would soon be long gone. If the intent had been simply to keep her occupied while Aaron made himself vulnerable it had been a successful ploy. She had no means by which to locate the Elarial now, which was... unsettling. Acting as guardian to Aaron was her purpose in being at the present, if he was killed, she would have no purpose, and would need to reallocate herself.

Immediately upon finding resistance in both the attempt to retrieve her own coin pouch as well as the effort against her attacker's, Viridian let the lines free. She was not quick enough to avoid sliding backward a few feet, though she used the time and distance to deftly clip her earring back in place while she assessed the situation.

She put her mind to work. Having already been burning tin, Vie picked up the sound of rattling metal. For now, she wanted her attacker on the ground, level with herself, or else disorientated where he was. To that effect she flared pewter, then burning iron latched on to the rattling sources of metal and strategic sources at her back to avoid launching herself rather than adding her own strength to the attacker's as she wished.

Shortly she was rewarded by the rending shrieks of tearing metal and splintering wood as many sources lost their man made stability. She did not care if they all gave, she only needed enough of them to fail as would unbalance him, if they sent him to the street all the better. The instant she heard the sources give, she released her hold on all sources outside of his coin pouch, and pulled again, streaking upward and toward him, letting go as soon as she was at full velocity and no longer required the anchor.

Edited by Viridian Demesne, 21 January 2012 - 09:11 PM.

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#6 Alexandre Aurelian


  • Sureau Assassin

354
House Raisaal
  • Age27

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginTremredare

  • Allomantic StatusRumoured

Posted 21 January 2012 - 09:26 PM

Making sure he kept a firm grip on his own coin pouch, Lex flared iron as Viridian's pouch streaked towards him, catching it deftly in a pewter strengthened hand. As he did, Lex felt sensed a pulse of iron with his bronze. Before he could decide what his opponent was playing at, he felt another iron pulse, and another one. All seeming to pull his mind towards their source. What is she doing?

The burst of glass as a window frame tore from it's mountings was his first clue. The slackening of several of his iron lines was his second. Clever... she's trying to drop me. Waiting for the right instant, Lex stopped pulling on the window frame, preventing it from colliding with him, and letting it drop below him. As soon as it was in position he pushed against it, sending him higher up into the air. Any iron lines that were still holding him in place he let go of and continued pulling on the other sources of metal that his pull combined with Viridian's had ripped free.

As he rose, the loose bits of metal streaked up towards him, growing closer together the higher they got. Still feeling Viridian's tug on his coin pouch, Lex discerned her position and flared steel, pushing the debris straight towards her, ripping open his coin pouch and letting the spray of coins shoot towards her as well, pushed by his steel. Though the pouch had provided a sold anchor when the coins were clumped together and held fast in his pewter enhanced fist, if Viridian tried to pull herself towards him again, the free flying coins would provide less of an anchor

As he flew upwards, Lex began working on his next problem. If Virdian managed to deal with his latest attack and disperse the metal... how was he going to get down?

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#7 Viridian Demesne

26
Chunky the Mistwraith

Posted 21 January 2012 - 10:10 PM

Coins and debris sprayed down at her from every direction. He was gaining altitude, and this fight was drawing on towards unacceptable length. Every moment she spent dueling with this Mistborn left Aaron at increasing risk. Locating and retrieving the Elarial heir was her first and only priority, but first she had to either end this threat or else elude it long enough to get Aaron back to the Elarial compound.

She pushed and scattered the metals as they fell toward her. No longer concerned with the rising assassin she let her momentum slow, reaching out with all of her lines, she flared pewter and pushed in all directions, scattering every coin in reach and shunting the larger metal sources as well.

It was calamity. Glass shattered where coins and debris passed through windows. The larger sources inevitably caused more damage. Smashing into or through the structures around them, their velocity leaving gaping wounds in the structures around them. He still had her coin pouch, but he was getting very high now. If she could reach the ground quickly, she just might be able to lose him.

She pushed with pewter enhances strength against the last source of metal within easy reach, her own coin pouch in her attacker's possession. It served two purposes, shunting herself down towards the street as well as shoving the attacker, hopefully, ever higher into the air and immediately began burning copper to conceal herself.

She used another of her earring's to soften her landing, retrieving the object and pinning it into her thumb to make it un-assessable to her foe. She could not calculate how long it would take for a coin to reach the street from his vantage, but she had just that long to disappear, burning pewter she sprinted away in the direction she had last seen Aaron moving in. Keeping as much to the shadows as she could, and using Luthadel's complicated design to attempt to break line of sight.

Edited by Viridian Demesne, 22 January 2012 - 01:03 AM.

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#8 Alexandre Aurelian


  • Sureau Assassin

354
House Raisaal
  • Age27

  • Relationship StatusSingle

  • OriginTremredare

  • Allomantic StatusRumoured

Posted 16 February 2012 - 05:01 PM

Lex twisted in the air, diving towards the ground. Viridian was trying to give him the slip it seemed. He had to get to the ground before she got away. All at once the allomantic pulses went silent as Viridian put up a copper cloud. If she vanished, she also probably be smart enough not to have any sources of metal on her large enough for him to detect. He had to get to the ground quickly if he didn't want to lose her.

Viridian had done a good job of scatter the debris (at least the metal parts), but there had bee enough of it that some metal was still with Lex's reach. Finding a coin that had been caught against a wall, Lex pulled it towards him and then pushed it towards the ground below him. He let off pushing on the coin when it made contact with the ground until he could see the markings on it and the pushed again, flipping in the air and landing on his feet. A sense of vertigo washed over him, but he flared tin to clear the dizziness, setting up his own copper cloud as he did so.

Keep tin at a steady burn, Lex flared pewter and took of after Viridian. She'd proven competent in her use of iron and steel. Now he could test her on pewter and tin.

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