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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.

So, the Inquisition was formed. The nobles begin to fear assassination from all sides. The times of nobility Mistborn killing each other are over. The Steel Inquisitors look for aristocrat traitors and insurgent skaa, and the skaa try with all their strength to merely survive. The Lord Ruler's perfect Final Empire is slowly devolving into chaos.

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In Topic: Stars and High Society: The Perrault Ball

09 August 2017 - 12:50 AM

Ulrich looked at Broderick, giving a dramatic gasp when he said he didn't know Isabelle. His head jerked to the group Broderick was with, grinning widely as he gave an abrupt, "Hope you're having a time or something!" before immediately turning back to Broderick and trotting away with him.

Broderick was one of the Fun Cousins, but he seemed even more fun now, what with the being grateful and everything. Ulrich wasn't entirely sure why his cousin wanted to be saved by pretty girls of all things, but his warning painted a bit of the picture.

"Well I could see that!" He said, waggling his eyebrows, "But you make that sound like a bad thing. Were you being bullied cousin?"

He said it like a joke, but there was a thread of worry in it, even so. Aveline Sureau, Daerra Elariel. He only knew the names, not the people behind them. Rising stars of the generation he'd just missed being in, it was a bit scary to be warned away from them. What if one tried to talk to him? Was he supposed to run away?

His thoughts continued their spinning, random and nonsensical, even as he hurried on, "Isabelle will be with Aunt Gisela, though! Please... tell me you know who Aunt Gisela is. Other wise I think we're at a brick wall here. Unless she's with Father but--" he threw a quick, tin-enhanced glance, "She isn't so..."

The tin was still burning in his stomach--hidden by copper of course!--and it had this wonderful habit of making even the barest look crystal clear. The kind of thing you tended to get when whirling wildly like he was. Making it very easy to pick a face from the crowd.

"Isabelle!" He called, waving wildly, "Over here!"

In Topic: Stars and High Society: The Perrault Ball

24 July 2017 - 12:47 AM

Alistair had thought--incorrectly, as it turned out--that Ari had calmed down by the time they found somewhere private to talk. There'd been no more outbursts, no more words at all, in fact. He had thought her surprise had finally left her, and with it--well, he wasn't sure. Alistair had no idea what to expect, but had he tried to, it certainly wouldn't be what actually happened.

Her tears were so shocking that for a moment--just a moment--he didn't really register what she said, but when he did?

"What? I--what?" It wasn't especially eloquent, but it was all he could muster at first as Alistair stared at her. She looked scared. Terrified, even. As if she might bolt away any second.

It was reflex to put his hand on her shoulder, but that brought him closer to her. She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face, and his throat closed.

How many times had he wished to be near her, again? How many times had he hoped to see her, or hear something not unlike what she had just said? Wished, dreamed, hoped, but never really believed, and yet... here it was.

"I... don't understand," he spoke slowly, carefully, trying to keep his voice level and calm, "You were never--horrible? You? Saying no, turning me away, that wasn't horrible, it was heartbreaking. But that doesn't mean I'd--Ari. Ari, I'm right here. You can talk to me now. Please... please explain."

In Topic: Stars and High Society: The Perrault Ball

23 July 2017 - 06:08 AM


Alistair looked over at Ari, stunned.

There was a hitch in her voice that had drawn his attention at once. He couldn't stop himself from looking at her, and regretted it almost immediately.

She was close, so very close, but it was not just that. Her eyes weren't full of disdain or pity or anything of the like. She simply looked...sad. Guilty, even. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen her look that way before, and it hurt.

Yet, even as he looked at her, his neck prickled with the knowledge that they were not alone. The noise of the ball surrounded them, but it wouldn't hide them.

He swallowed what he might have said, and tried--very gently--to pull them back into motion. Somewhere quieter. They had to go somewhere quieter.

In the meantime, all he could offer was a few gentle words, "Do I need a reason to want you to be happy, my lady?"

In Topic: Over You

08 April 2017 - 05:25 AM

She still his breath away.

He hadn't been looking for her. He'd just been surveying the crowd, trying to do something, anything, to avoid looking at Caden and his Fathvell girl. Then their eyes had met, only a moment, so fleeting that he'd have been able to trick himself that it hadn't been her if his heart hadn't forgotten how to beat until she looked away.

She was here, and now that he knew that he couldn't help stealing glances, his eyes sliding to her table time and time again. He kept dragging his gaze away, trying to scoff at his own idiocy. How many years was he going to pine for? She was literally sitting at a table with her date and here he was, stealing lovelorn glances. Still, not matter how he berated himself, he could not stop himself from looking for her. Surely there was nothing wrong with a look?

But when he looked yet again and she was gone, disappeared into the crowd, he felt something inside crack just a bit. Suddenly sitting down was intolerable. The entire ball was intolerable. He wanted to leave. Now.

He stood up, starting to thread his way through the crowd. As he did, the jaunty Southern tune that had been playing slid to something far more somber, and the things he'd whispered to himself suddenly became song.

"Over, I'm so over you
The way that you laugh at everything that I do
Over, I'm so over you
The way that you said that you'd always be true
And maybe if I tell myself enough
Maybe if I do I'll get over you"

In Topic: Stars and High Society: The Perrault Ball

12 December 2016 - 05:47 AM

Adala let herself be led to the dance floor with broadening smile on her face. Her attempt at a lady's demure expression cracked and disappeared. It was just very difficult to pretend she wasn't overjoyed to be dancing with Aaron. The man radiated an aura of frivolity, and his every phrase seemed to be a challenge to one up his wordplay. Put simply, it was delightful, and exactly her kind of delightful.

So as soon as he finished speaking she let her mouth run away from her, not even bothering to be worried about what she was saying, "I would call you many things, but I don't think wretched would be one of them. Charming and handsome perhaps, but not wretched. Still, if you do what you propose I think you would turn from charitable to pitiable, and we wouldn't want that."

"Perhaps instead you could go for a less expensive approach. I've heard from good sources that brooding looks and wistful sighs are the best way to catch a lady's interest. You must just make sure to do so near enough for them to notice." Which was to say that such things were the bread and butter of any romantic hero. In practice Adala was not sure they worked quite so well, but if anyone would be able to pull off such theatrics, it would be Aaron.