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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 21, 2021 3:36:52 GMT -5
Orpheus couldn’t help the slow grin that spread across his features as he realized his new friend didn’t understand anything here either. Good. They could learn it together! And if they found anything glass, the could probably come back to the cool fluffy thing that had something mysterious inside of it. For now, there were other things to explore, things that might end up proving more interesting anyway. His grin widened as Theta patted him on the shoulder, and he immediately followed the boy in the direction of the snacks. “I wonder what they’re for,” he echoed, brow raising as he picked one of them up. “They look… heavier than they are. It just feels like air, like… like if you really tried, you could make it fly. Maybe.” Flight was a confusing thing. Orpheus didn’t really get the rules. He shook the chip bag, eyes widening as it made a sound. “Theta!” he exclaimed, shoving it near his friend’s ear and shaking it gently. “I think there’s something inside!” Theta turned to look at the thing which was being shaken by his ear. His eyes widened a bit. "Can we open that?" he asked, really curious now what might lie within. It sounded like a bunch of small items had hit into each other, but otherwise he couldn't be sure to what he was listening to. "It looks like it's more fragile than the other thing," he added, indicating the beanbag chair. He bounced a bit on his heals, then hurried over to where Orpheus had picked up one of the little parcels. He shook this one with a bit more force. There was some resistance against his hands as he pressed down on it. At least he was decently certain that the thing probably wasn't alive. So he started squeezing it. Suddenly, there was a loud pop as the thing Theta had been holding exploded and thin, orange strips burst out, sprinkling across the floor. Theta stared, wide eyes. Then he looked at the now limp parcel. It appeared there were pictures of the long strips on it, along with a weird creature with spots, blacked out eyes, and a large mouth. "What are these?" he breathed.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 21, 2021 3:55:26 GMT -5
Vincent | Loop Room | @/mint Vincent smiled to himself at Arthur’s cold response; not actually providing a limerick for the poor, confused bloke. He took a few silent steps closer to the kitchen counter as he continued to ignore the alchemist, running his palm over the clean surface and craning his neck slightly to check and ensure everything beyond it was, at least, somewhat familiar. There were a few branded bottles and supplies sitting out that read as they were meant to, and things seemed orderly at first glance. He didn’t find peace in the uniformity, however, and shifted so his back was to the counter as he looked over the entirety of the room. The television was off - sitting useless as a thin glass plane with a darkened tint - and his scarce belongings sat undisturbed. He said nothing for a moment, studying Arthur, and his reaction to the prompt to keeping moving forward. His expression was dark, but his eyebrow arched at the other blinker’s critical tone. He didn’t enjoy being complacent with the House’s expectations either, but he hadn’t anticipated for Arthur to be his company for a bit of experimentation. Fortunately, he could adapt. “Alright,” he said while heaving himself up to sit on the counter top, “if you’re not having fun, what do you suppose we do?” "Investigate this ... strange room," Arthur said. Insistent and with a tone that implied it would be idiotic not to do so. He waved at the TV - which he had no idea what it was - as well as anything else in the room that his gesturing hand could indicate. Then he looked back at Vincent again and crossed his arms. His hands slipped into his sleeves, hiding them from view. "Or is there a particular reason why you're so quick to get out of this room?" Would the next one only unnerve Arthur or would it unnerve Vincent too? Arthur didn't know, but it seemed like a quick and cheap way out of having to deal with this while they weren't too far in. "I'm assuming you can at least start working out what's unnerving, right?" he asked, eyes narrowing as he said that. His nose wrinkled as well.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 21, 2021 4:06:08 GMT -5
Vincent | Power Room | @/mint Vincent let out a quiet sigh, the nature of his smile changing slightly as he considered Myrnin’s evasive answer. He still couldn’t quite pin the vampire’s intentions, but he figured they were on a similar wave length; which meant he couldn’t let his guard down, regardless of the mutual intention being to merely entertain themselves. He’d made it a standard that he didn’t want the vampire to be careful around him, after all. Regardless of the fact that he keeping up alertness, he was confident that Myrnin wouldn’t want to turn him - as it would jeopardize far too much for it to be worth any of the positives - not that he could completely underestimate Myrnin’s ability to bend to selfish fascinations. “Am I off?” He asked, tilting his head. It was to his understanding that Myrnin had a tendency to make his life harder than necessary...but he hadn’t yet equated his recklessness with lazy thinking. Perhaps he ought to, as his high expectations could easily be more than the leech deserved. Without taking in consideration the inevitable chain of consequences that would come with turning him, the most rudimentary truth was that Myrnin would presumably get some benefit in his mission to figure him out if they were the same beast of nature. He wasn’t confident he knew in what ways, but the concept felt far too messy and dull for it to really be Myrnin’s objective. There was also the possibility that Myrnin just wanted to cause chaos, in which case the vampire would be giving him far too many dangerous abilities to use against his other allies in the house that that thought seemed improbable. He’d be somewhat disappointed in him if he thought Myrnin truly wanted to turn him now, but luckily for the vampire he didn’t think that was the case. “You tell me,” he said airily in response to the final question, then disappeared. He reappeared on a fifth level balcony at the end of the street, peering over the railing just long enough to ensure the vampire caught glimpse of him before withdrawing and vanishing again, this time onto the roof of a building across the street, hands behind his back as he perused his options for where the House might want him to go next. Vincent just flat out disappearing was slightly infuriating for the vampire. It meant he had to chase Vincent down and that there had to be a bookmark placed in the teasing. That was by far too much work than he wanted to do. And all to press Vincent. Hum. There had to be something that Myrnin could do to press more about Vincent. Vincent the person. What were his weaknesses? He seemed so confident in himself. Not least to mention that his opinions on faceted creatures called people. He seemed to view them so clinically. Like pieces to move around. Huh. Did he think of himself that way too? Of course he knew where Vincent had gone both by sight and by thought, so the vampire raced after him. It was a slower process than Vincent's disappearing act, but Myrnin still leaped up to the railing as soon as he could (he had to jump to the third floor railing and then awkwardly jump up from there, however). Then he was looking around for Vincent.
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Post by strider on Mar 21, 2021 22:31:49 GMT -5
Orpheus blinked, stepping back and putting his hands over his ears as the bag popped open. As soon as it was clear there was nothing dangerous about it, he tentatively stepped forwards and picked up one of the orange things that had been inside. “It feels weird,” he said, squeezing it and feeling the crispness of it give a little and crumble into more orange dust. It was absolutely covered in orange dust, and looking at the back, he had no idea what the weird creature had to do with the powdery orange things on the inside. “Cheetos,” he read, tilting his head at the weird sound the word made. “I’m not sure I’m pronouncing that right, it looks… weird.” He flipped the package over, scanning over what little information seemed to be there. “Nutritional facts?” Orpheus’ brow furrowed, and he looked up at Theta. “I think… maybe they’re supposed to be… edible?” They didn’t look edible. Anything that brightly colored was supposed to be toxic, right? That was why butterflies and frogs got so brightly colored, to prove to potential predators that they wouldn’t be very good to eat.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 22, 2021 0:30:24 GMT -5
Kelsier blinked in, laying flat on his back and flipping a dagger over and over in his hand. He didn’t immediately move as he noticed his blink - it was impossible not to notice, his bed had been replaced by a hard, cold stone floor - instead continuing to turn the dagger. Point down. Point up. Point down. Point up. He sighed after a long moment, giving up his attempt to ignore the House and sitting up, lowering the dagger but not putting it away just yet. He looked around, pushing his light blond hair out of his face as he took in his surroundings, Simple, not small but not huge. High ceilings (he made it a point to always look up since no one else ever did. Mistborn tended to think vertically) and stone walls. No windows, no signs of life, not even a chair. In the center of the room was a simple stone table, the only thing in the room. On it we’re two tiny glasses of a clear liquid, nothing else. Kelsier stood up, then stepped towards the table to take a closer look. He of all people knew better than to assume it was merely water, whatever it looked and smelled like...and it really didn’t smell like anything. He narrowed his eyes at the two of them. Someone else would soon be joining him, it seemed.
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Post by strider on Mar 22, 2021 0:51:20 GMT -5
“A few hundred miles each time, I-” Nico broke off sharply as he realized where he was, the anger in his gaze dying down a little bit. His hands, balled into fists, relaxed and fell to his side. He tensed as he noticed he wasn’t alone, tensing even more as he realized who it was. Great. Kelsier was the last person he wanted to talk to about this. If only because nobody else really knew him well enough to pry. He stared at the ground, trying his hardest to appear unconcerned. Fortunately, there was a House-made distraction right there. “I didn’t think the House would condone underage drinking, but okay,” he deadpanned, coming close enough to the two glasses to take one, if he wanted. It looked like alcohol, but he didn’t know how to tell if it was or not. Not that he was planning on drinking it either way, even if he was rather thirsty. He hoped it was just water, but… knowing the House. “Does it have arsenic or anything in it?” he asked, finally lifting his gaze to meet Kelsier’s. Kelsier would be able to tell that with Allomancy, right? It seemed that they had the same metals, for the most part. Which meant they probably had the same poisonous metals. Besides, asking that question meant Kelsier might be distracted from what he’d been saying as he blinked in.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 22, 2021 1:28:43 GMT -5
A smile lifted Kelsier’s expression even before he turned around as Nico’s voice filled the room. It hadn’t been long since the room where they’d had their talk, but still. He’d been eager to see him again now that they’d actually discussed what had happened. It had gone far better than he’d expected it to. As in, Nico hadn’t told him to back off. The smile wavered the moment he turned, just in time to catch a bit of the anger in Nico’s gaze, the tension he held himself with, the way he clenched his fists. “Underage drinking…?” He repeated, bemused by the term. He searched Nico’s expression as he spoke, but he let the comment stop him from immediately asking what was wrong. “I’m no expert on the matter, but underage drinking seems a difficult rule to enforce. Underage eating makes more sense, but I’m pretty sure even babies need to drink.” He was being perfectly genuine. He had no idea what Nico was talking about. Probably because there were no such laws on Scadrial. He narrowed his eyes, opening his mouth to ask what was wrong, but stopping as Nico spoke first. He glanced at the cups and burned iron for a moment, then shook his head. “Nope,” he said cheerfully instead, looking back at Nico. “Doesn’t smell like anything, either. Not that that means much.”
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Post by strider on Mar 22, 2021 1:39:36 GMT -5
“Alcohol,” Nico replied almost immediately. “It looks a bit like alcohol. Or at least… how some people in my world serve it. You’re not allowed to drink it unless you’re eighteen. Wait… twenty-one? I don’t know. Some age that I’m not yet. Although… my birth certificate would say otherwise.” He shook his head, then moved forward, lifting up the glass like he could determine what it was just by holding it. He gave it an experimental sniff, then nodded as he confirmed what Kelsier was saying. It was probably good that it wasn’t poisoned with anything metal, but it was obviously there for a reason. And Nico didn’t really have enough patience to be able to sit there trying to figure it out. “You know where I keep my ambrosia, right?” he met Kelsier’s gaze for a brief moment, then lifted the liquid to his lips without waiting for an answer. It didn’t taste like anything, which… didn’t mean anything. Except that it probably wasn’t alcohol. He had always heard that alcohol burned. “Guess I won’t be breaking any of my world’s laws today,” he said, setting the now empty glass back on the table. Maybe he’d be able to see a door now. Or some other way out.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 22, 2021 1:53:21 GMT -5
Kelsier looked at the cups again, frowning a little. “Alright, I can see the resemblance,” he admitted a moment later. “If only because it’s clear, and I’m almost certain it’s not water, or at least, not only water. Looks a little like one of my vials, without the metals in it.” He raised an eyebrow. “Interesting rule,” he commented. “I’m sure plenty of young Mistborn would like to defy it.” He looked at the cups again, shaking his head. Whatever it was, they were clearly meant to drink it. Which made Kel want to do the opposite, actually. He looked around the room again, trying to see if he could find a way out. This meant he wasn’t facing Nico when he lifted the cup. He was studying the ceiling, trying to figure out if he could make it up there, when Nico spoke. “Your ambrosia?” He frowned, shooting Nico a sharp glance. “Why would you -“ He cut himself of as Nico drained the glass, his eyes widening and his mouth slipping open just a little. He stared, alarm written all over his face as he waited for something to happen, for Nico to fall or scream or...well, anything, “Well...okay then, I’d ask if you’re insane, but that’s usually your line,” he managed after a moment, his attempt at humor somewhat ruined by the strangled sound of his voice. He scanned Nico’s face, looking for any sign that it was affecting him at all. “How do you feel? See any doors?”
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Post by strider on Mar 22, 2021 2:05:39 GMT -5
Nico hadn’t meant to drink it immediately, but he had bigger things to worry about than this room. He needed to get back home, needed to make his point and convince the rest of them that he could do this, even if he knew it was a death mission. Nobody else knew how much shadow travel was costing him since Tartarus. Nobody else knew what the risk was. If they did… surely they wouldn’t let him go. It was a good thing only Nico knew. And maybe Kelsier. Kelsier had seen how much it had taken out of him in their very first room together. He was, at least, aware that it was difficult. He searched Kelsier’s expression, a little bit of guilt rising up in his stomach at the look the Mistborn was giving him. He didn’t feel… different, at least not in a way he could describe. It just seemed like water. Of course… it could take a while to take effect, theoretically, but somehow, he doubted the House had the patience for that. “I feel…” an almost strangled sound escaped him as dozens of words rose up to the surface, none of them quite settling on his lips. “I don’t know how I feel,” he admitted after a long moment, a frown creasing his brows. Or had Kelsier just been asking about how he felt after drinking? “I don’t think it did anything. I don’t see any doors or anything. It all just looks… the same.” Although it was weird that the words had forced their way out of him without him meaning it, even if none of the words had escaped. He wasn’t even sure what words had tried. He didn’t know how he felt. He didn’t know if he knew how to feel, especially not about what he was about to do.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 22, 2021 2:18:23 GMT -5
Kelsier narrowed his eyes a little, studying the demigod closely. He had no idea what had possessed Nico to drink it without even trying anything else first...that was unlike him. In that first room, it had been Kelsier who had fallen purposefully into the lava, Kelsier who had insisted on taking the risks. Their relationship had changed since then, of course, but he didn’t think he was that bad of an influence. Maybe he was reckless and insane and he acted impulsively but...no, Nico wouldn’t have done this just because of that. Nico didn’t copy him, Nico rolled his eyes and did things his own way. So why…? “Well, I suppose it’s no good letting you have all of the fun,” he said finally, and raised his own tiny glass. “To finding a door.” And with that, he tipped it into his own mouth and swallowed. It tasted like...absolutely nothing. Even water had a taste, this was just liquid air. He frowned at the cup, then set it down on the table. “And….yeah, still no door. Wonderful.” He shook his head, annoyed that that hadn’t immediately worked. Ah well. He looked back at Nico, expression shifting to a bit more serious now that the matter of the strange and mysterious liquid was out of the way. “Are you alright?” He asked quietly, searching his face. “All things considered, you’re not usually even more reckless than I am.”
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Post by strider on Mar 22, 2021 2:28:20 GMT -5
Nico was a lot of things, but he wasn’t usually reckless. He did what he needed to do and very rarely did he do anything more. It wasn’t so much that he did the bare minimum – he always did his best whenever he decided to do anything – but he tried to calculate the risk, he tried to keep himself safe as much as possible. But it was as though his mind had decided if he was going to be going on a death mission anyway, he might as well stop worrying about the danger that came from elsewhere. Even though he did need to survive long enough to actually complete said death mission. He didn’t say anything as Kelsier drank his own portion of the liquid. He didn’t have the grounds to comment when he had downed his almost immediately. Even if the idea of Kelsier taking those risks made him a little bit sick to his stomach. “I told you there wasn’t a door,” he said, crossing his arms. He didn’t know why he was annoyed, just that it wasn’t really directed at Kelsier. Maybe it was directed at himself. At the House. At his world. “No.” The word escaped him before he could stop it, though he seemed to almost shrink away from it. He would have evaded the question, usually. Found a way to answer without really giving an answer. He didn’t know why the answer had slipped from his lips so easily. “I’m not alright,” he added, though he wasn’t sure the words slipped out voluntarily. He didn’t want to make Kelsier worry, didn’t… didn’t want to tell him that he probably wasn’t going to survive until the end of the month.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 22, 2021 2:50:36 GMT -5
Nico protected himself. Kelsier knew that. Nico was careful and he saw danger where Kelsier saw opportunity, and this wasn’t like him at all. Normally, he’d probably have been warning Kelsier that if he even thought about drinking it, he’d be down a head before he could get it to his lips. That if he got himself killed, Nico would kill him. A slightly redundant but very effective threat, really. For once in his life, Kelsier found himself on the other side of it. Worried about the danger someone else had put themself in without apparent regard for self preservation. Wishing they had showed a little sense. He didn’t like it. He almost felt like he should apologize to Dockson, maybe even Marsh. “So you did,” he confirmed, watching Nico closely. “But it might have wanted us both to drink.” He detected the annoyance in Nico’s tone, though he didn’t have any idea where it was coming from. Concern continued to build inside of him...he had a feeling he was missing something very important. And that it was actively hurting Nico that longer he missed it. No. I’m not alright.Whatever else he had been thinking about stopped right there. Keliser turned, fixing Nico with a piercing stare, his hazel eyes narrowed and extremely intense. If Nico was admitting he wasn’t alright, without even trying to slip around it or avoid the question...it had to be very very serious. He wasn’t smiling now. “Talk to me,” he said quietly, searching Nico’s eyes, his expression, anything that might tell the Mistborn what the hell was wrong. “What’s going on?” And then, the moment the words were out of his mouth...he understood. Nico wasn’t answering because he wanted to. Nico was answering because he had to. He swore, eyes darkening with anger as he looked at the ceiling. “I retract my question. Leave him alone,” he hissed at the House, fists clenching at his sides. “I don’t want to hear it without his consent. Let. Him. Go.”
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Post by strider on Mar 22, 2021 3:09:10 GMT -5
“I still don’t see any doors,” Nico retorted, looking around. It was still just a plain room, only now the glasses on the table were empty, and Nico’s mind seemed to finally be catching up with the choice he had made. Whatever had been in those little cups was enough to loosen his lips. Not that he minded as much as he would have with someone other than Kelsier, but… he wasn’t sure he was ready to talk about this yet, with anyone. He had to pretend he wasn’t scared. Had to pretend he didn’t know this might kill him, had to pretend that he knew what he was doing, because nobody else would be fast enough. And everyone else was needed elsewhere. Nico wasn’t part of the prophecy. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t help. “I’m making another stupid promise,” he said, feeling the words leave him before he could stop them. Annoyance flickered across his gaze, but there was no panic. Not like there would have been if anyone but Kelsier were listening. “Because nobody else can.” That part he added freely, looking away as though he expected to hear an accusation in Kelsier’s voice. What he heard instead, though, shocked him. A thin half smile touched Nico’s features. Obviously, Kelsier had figured it out, too. Something warm burned in his chest as Kelsier challenged the House for him. It was just like him to do that, even if there was no way the House was going to listen. “I wasn’t planning on telling you,” he admitted after a long moment, voice heavy. “But… now that it’s out there… I’m not used to having anyone to worry about me. And I don’t… I don’t want to make you worry. I don’t know how to do this,” he admitted, and it was only partially because of the truth serum. He supposed he couldn’t tell a lie while under its effects, but it only made him say things in response to a direct question. What he was saying now… it was all him.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 22, 2021 3:33:13 GMT -5
It was too late, it seemed, to take his question back. Too late not to hear what the House was forcing him to say, to tell Kelsier whether he wanted to or not. He looked at Nico again, and nearly decided to cover his ears so he wouldn’t hear anything, but by then it was too late and Nico’s words turned over and over in his brain. He wanted to ask. He wanted to push, he even wanted to let the serum give him a straight answer, but he refused. He would not take advantage of this, this invasion of privacy on the House’s part. “A promise.” He said carefully, trying not to let it sound like a question. It was just a comment, nothing Nico had to answer. He stood quietly, trying to think of something he could say without asking a question, something he could use to let Nico know he could talk but he didn’t have to. He didn’t have long to wait before Nico continued, in spite of the lack of a direct question. Hopefully that meant it was Nico who had chosen to reply, but then...he could still be answering the last question. Keliser had no idea how specific the answers were required to be. “You say you don’t want me to worry,” he said carefully, choosing each word as though his life depended on it. “But you haven’t told me why I might be. A promise, stupid or not, could mean anything.” There. Not a question, just an observation. That shouldn’t prompt anything unwanted. He hesitated, then dipped his head without looking away. “I don’t suppose I’ve ever told you…” he mused, a half smile curling his mouth. “I don’t even know if I’ve ever mentioned being half noble...father’s side. You think being Skaa is bad, at least they get to live.” If there was bitterness, it wasn’t for himself. He shook his head a little. “The point is...I’m not sure how to do this, either. When I said I didn’t know I wanted to be a father, I meant I never thought I’d be any good at it. But, all that being said...if you think for one second being worried is going to stop me from being here for you, you’re wrong.”
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Post by strider on Mar 22, 2021 3:51:48 GMT -5
Nico looked up at Kelsier, unable to hide the weight that lay just behind his eyes. Weight that hadn’t been there the last time he’d blinked, because although he had known what needed to be done, he hadn’t yet committed himself to doing it. He was doing it now, though. There was no getting out of it, even though he was quite literally being offered an out. They knew it was dangerous. They just didn’t know how. It was fine. All Nico had to do was survive long enough to get the stupid statue back to Camp. No sweat. Piece of cake. Okay, so it turned out he could lie to himself internally. Good to know. What Kelsier was doing… well, it was obvious, but also surprisingly thoughtful. No, maybe not surprisingly, but… thoughtful. Nico didn’t know exactly how the room worked, but no words were taken from him this time. If there were no questions, there were no forced answers. That was good to know. Had the House planned it that way, or was it upset that Kelsier had seemed to find a loophole? “Half noble?” Nico asked after a long moment, a bit surprised by that. “Doesn’t that sort of… diminish your reputation as hero of the Skaa?” Nico didn’t know how the whole system worked. He wasn’t thinking that fathers didn’t have to take ownership of their children. Wasn’t thinking that blood meant a lot in Kelsier’s world, but not enough that it mattered for bastards. It was easy to forget, sometimes, how different their worlds were. “Sorry,” he murmured after a long moment, shaking his head. “Those were… questions. I’m sorry.” He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ignore the thoughts pressing down in his mind. “There’s… a war brewing,” he said carefully, squinting open his eyes to see Kelsier’s reaction. “We didn’t really know how close it was until just now, but… but this war doesn’t have much to do with the gods. It’s Romans against Greeks, like it has been for… forever… and a lot of people are going to die.” Nico took a deep breath in, taking a small step towards Kelsier as though he wanted his support without actually bridging the gap entirely. “A lot of people are going to die unless I manage to get myself, two others, and a forty foot tall statue halfway around the world in less than two weeks. That’s… almost five thousand miles.” And a death mission, he added mentally, only just able to stop that bit from escaping, too.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 22, 2021 4:27:48 GMT -5
It was the look in Nico’s eyes that made Kelsier want to tell him that whatever he was doing, whatever he had gotten himself into, it stopped right here. That anything that put that much pressure on him, that weighed on him that heavily...no. He wanted to just say no and let that be that. If he’d been in Nico’s world, he could have done something, would have done something. If he’d been in Nico’s world, he’d have fought like hell to carry the weight for him. Even if he didn’t yet know what that weight was. What he was doing here, it wasn’t any more than how Nico deserved to be treated. If the House expected him to take advantage of this, if needed to pay better attention. There was no way he was going to ask any questions until Nico was free to tell him to mind his own business if he chose to. That was a promise, though he didn’t see the need to make it out loud. Then Nico spoke, and Kelsier felt the effects of his own serum for the first time as answers bubbled up inside him before he could think. “No, I’m not supposed to be alive,” he said simply, then coughed a little, blinking at the way he’d had absolutely no control over that reply. Okay then...even more reason not to push Nico. That was not a pleasant feeling. Don’t worry, I’d have said that anyway. He opened his mouth to say it, but nothing came out. Which was just unfair, because it wasn’t really a lie...okay, maybe he’d have phrased it differently, but he’d have answered and that was the point. “I’d have answered anyway,” he tried, then smiled in satisfaction as it worked. He was serious again a moment later, his own words forgotten. He listened quietly, not interrupting even when he finally understood what Nico was saying. A war. Dammit...dammit, Nico didn’t need a war, that was the last thing he needed. He could tell how serious this was from his tone, his expression, the way he was watching Kelsier for a reaction...something burned inside of the Mistborn, something that felt as intense as anger but the wrong color entirely. He didn’t have a name for it, but it was strong enough that he began to pace to try and work it off. “Shadow travel,” he stated. Not a question. He didn’t need answer anyway. “You’re going shadow travel halfway around the world with two people and a statue, in less than two weeks.” He stopped walking, turning to face Nico. If he was trying to hide the worry and, yes, even fear in his gaze, he was failing. He hesitated, trying to figure out how to phrase the next bit without asking a direct question. He was right. He wanted to go to Nico’s world and put a stop to this, right now. With enough pewter...could he do it himself? He shook his head. It didn’t matter. He was trapped here, unable to help, unable to do more than try and think of something to say. But for once...Kelsier didn’t have the words. “I assume you’ve given this quite a bit of thought,” he managed finally, his voice a bit higher than it normally was. It didn’t shake, but...it did have a suggestion of shakiness that his usual firm tone lacked.
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Post by strider on Mar 22, 2021 11:33:32 GMT -5
Nico wasn’t exactly sure what to expect for the next few weeks. It had only been a matter of days since he’d gotten out of Tartarus, and here he was, sending himself on another mission dangerous that it could – no, probably would kill him. He waited for Kelsier to be upset. Waited for him to yell at him and tell him he was out of his mind, because he technically was. Waited for Kelsier to blame him for making him care, only to throw his life away. It wasn’t that simple. None of this was simple. Not for the first time, Nico wished he could have a normal life where his biggest worry was about whether he was going to be able to turn in his essay on time, not whether the closest thing he had to a home in his world was going to be ravaged by war. He was Ambassador of Pluto. If he couldn’t help keep peace between the two camps… “Oh.” He was jolted out of his own thoughts by Kelsier’s frank reply. He hated that they had no control over whether or not they answered a question. It didn’t just seem to be the truth that escaped when one was asked, but the whole, brutal truth. No sugarcoating at all. Not that he wanted Kelsier to lie to him, but hearing things like that laid bare… he looked away, then gave a small nod as Kelsier tried to reassure him. It didn’t really work. “You wouldn’t have answered like that.” It wasn’t a question, just a statement. The truth, as Nico knew it. Guilt burned its way through Nico’s stomach. He hadn’t wanted to make Kelsier worry, because there was no point in worrying. Either Nico was going to survive, or he wasn’t. It was a lot easier to stomach if he thought that nobody cared whether he lived or died. Nico thought he might hate the House, just a little bit, for the very same reasons he had loved it. The House gave him friends. And… and a dad. Which just meant there were going to be people to mourn him. People who, if the House was especially unkind, might never know what happened to him. It had let him wonder about Rae… would it let Kelsier wonder about him? Anger clouded his expression for a long moment before he pushed it away. “Yes,” he confirmed, unable to force his gaze up to meet Kelsier’s. “That’s… that’s what I’m planning to do.” The next not-question hit Nico like a slap. Of course I’ve thought about it! Nope. Okay fine, so that was a lie. I’m not an idiot. Nico’s jaw tensed. That wasn’t a lie either. He wasn’t an idiot, he was just… being one now. “I…” he breathed out, trying to find the right word. “There’s only one person who absolutely has to go. But she can’t travel all that way with the statue – if she tried to sail, she’d never make it in time. And nobody who’s part of the prophecy can join her… which… means I’m the only option. I don’t have to think about it. If I think about it, people die.” He couldn’t help but wince at Kelsier’s tone. He wanted to reassure him, tell him he’d be alright, but… he couldn’t. He wouldn’t tell that lie, even if the room wasn’t forcing him to keep it in. “Dad, I… I don’t want you to worry.” He winced at the smallness of his own voice. There was plenty to worry about. He couldn’t hide that.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 22, 2021 12:46:03 GMT -5
He wasn’t going to yell at Nico. He wasn’t going to blame him for this, it wasn’t his fault. His world was messed up, just like Kelsier’s was. Nico was just trying his hardest to save it. Kelsier looked away. Even if he were inclined to be angry (which he wasn’t) he had to admit that he’d be a hypocrite if he did. The Kandra deal burned white hot in his chest. For all his brave words, for all his assurances that he was indestructible...he had made a deal in the event of his death. It made it harder to convince himself that he couldn’t be killed. He didn’t want to think about that now. He needed to be here for Nico, his own problems could wait their damn turn. “Maybe not,” he admitted, giving a small smile and looking at Nico again. “I don’t mind it. So I’m not supposed to be alive. I excel at doing what I’m not supposed to do. If the noblemen want me dead, I’m doing something right.” He shook his head firmly. This wasn’t about him, this was about Nico and this stupid mission and the fact that Kelsier knew it was dangerous, deadly even, Kelsier knew this might be the last tI’ve he ever saw Nico, and...that was always true of the House. But this time, Kel would be forced to assume the worst if Nico never came back. This time, he would have reason to think he knew what had happened, even if he never got any closure. He looked down again. He couldn’t...he wouldn’t accept that. He didn’t care about the odds, he didn’t care, he just...dammit. He didn’t want to think about closure before anything had happened. Nico was right in front of him, and that was all Kelsier needed right now. Nico was here and he deserved support, he didn’t need Kelsier to get upset or angry or even scared. He listened quietly, not interrupting as Nico tried to explain. As he explained in no uncertain terms that he didn’t have a choice, that he was the only one who could do this, that he was needed. The Survivor’s eyes darkened a little. Needed him as a means to an end, not a person. Needed to use him. He paced again. Clasping his hands behind his back for a moment before letting them go again and stopping to lean back against the wall, pretending as best he could that he was doing it because he wanted to, not because his balance felt off. He studied Nico’s face, no smile touching his expression now, no humor dancing in his eyes. And then Nico spoke and he melted. “I see,” he said quietly, given a tiny nod. He did his best to shove the emotions back, the way he felt wasn’t relevant here, not now. He could deal with that when he blinked back, for now he would be whatever Nico needed him to be. Even if he felt lost and unsure of what that was. “Well...I don’t want you to go,” he said finally, and he offered a tiny smile. As usual, it was the best he had to offer. “It seems neither of us are going to get what we want today. Of course I’m worried, Nico. You don’t need truth serum to tell you that. But I’m glad you told me, even if you weren’t going to.” He didn’t look away, didn’t move away from the wall. “You are worth worrying about,” he said quietly. “And I hate that I can’t do it for you, I hate the House for keeping me from your world. I don’t know if I could do a pewter drag that far in that time, but I’d damn well try. And maybe I could get you close, I don’t know. It doesn’t matter, I suppose.” He nodded a little to himself. Not accepting this. Ignoring the sharp pain stabbing into his chest. His eyes burned as he met Nico’s. “I’m going to ask you not to, but not because I expect you to agree. I know you won’t, and I’m not angry. But I’m going to ask you not to anyway, because I’m willing to bet no one else has, and you deserve to hear those words. Nico...please don’t do this.”
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Post by strider on Mar 22, 2021 15:00:04 GMT -5
Nico was counting on Kelsier to survive. He was counting on him to be indestructible, to be the one thing in his world that the Lord Ruler couldn’t touch, to be the one person who really could do the impossible. Nico knew he was probably going to die. He needed Kelsier to survive. He needed something good to come out of the next couple of days, or weeks, or… he needed Kelsier to survive. That was the simplest way he could put it. He didn’t know why he needed it so badly, but… if Nico was going to die, he couldn’t handle the idea of Kelsier dying as well. One of them needed to make it out. One of them needed to do the impossible, and Nico was absolutely certain it was going to be Kelsier. He didn’t have room in his mind to doubt that. “If it makes you feel better, I’m not supposed to be alive either.” The words sounded hollow, but at least the room guaranteed that they were true. The two of them were similar, and it wasn’t always a good thing. But perhaps that was why they had connected so quickly, perhaps that was why they had ended up caring for each other like they did. Perhaps their similarity had given Nico a dad. It was still a strange thought, one he kept almost instinctively pushing away before remembering he didn’t need to push it away anymore. His thoughts were… allowed. His thoughts were reciprocated. Nico took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he tried to figure out how he felt. As he tried to figure out what to say. Nico didn’t think he was a hero. He did what he had to do, but he was still trying to make up for the bad things he had done in his life. He was still trying to make up for being a kid who didn’t know what he was doing, who was easily manipulated, who had nearly ended the world because he’d listened to the wrong people. This… he wasn’t even doing this because he wanted to. He was doing it because he needed to, because the world needed him to, and because there was nobody else who could do it. Nobody else was expendable. Doing this wasn’t being heroic. It was just… doing what he had to do. It was only heroism if you had a choice. Which was… why Kelsier was a hero. Why he was always going to be a hero. He didn’t need to save the Skaa, but he was going to anyway. He breathed out, watching the way Kelsier leaned against the wall. He hadn’t… he hadn’t meant to hurt Kelsier. He could tell he had. This… this was what caring did. He closed his eyes, then looked away. “You’d have to travel over the ocean,” Nico replied quietly, hoisting himself up onto the table with the empty glasses. It was easier to breathe if he was sitting down. Easier to deal with if he didn’t have to hold up his own weight. “I don’t… think you could do that. I don’t… know how I’m going to do that.” It would have to be one big jump, unless there was an island somewhere he could stop in… he hoped he could find a place. He didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to get Reyna killed either. Nico felt his chest tighten and felt he couldn’t quite look at Kelsier. He couldn’t walk away. He couldn’t walk away but he didn’t want to disappoint Kelsier either. “I have to,” he managed quietly, pulling his knees up to his chest. “I…” if he said this now, it had to be the truth. “I promise I’ll be as careful as I can.” There. It was the best he could manage. Not a promise he’d stay alive, but… a promise not to be as reckless as he had been here.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 22, 2021 23:31:57 GMT -5
Nico wasn't the only one betting on Kelsier being as indestructible as he claimed to be. Yeden, his entire army of rebel Skaa, his crew...everyone was counting on Kel. He had successfully convinced them all he was an unstoppable force, as relentless as the ash and as powerful as Allomancy itself. Even his friends stood in awe of him, sometimes...and he used that. He knew where his strength lay, and it was only partly his status as Mistborn. There was that...and then there was his determination, his way with words, his effortless ability to convince anyone he was to be trusted and believed. Was Kelsier a hero? He thought he was, at times. But was he a good person? Really, actually a good person? “We’re both very good at spiting certain people, it seems,” he said lightly, shaking his head a little. He couldn’t lie here, couldn’t even stretch the truth a little, it seemed, but that did have the advantage of giving his words the utmost credibility. And since they weren’t asking any questions...well. It wasn’t like he was exactly hiding anything from Nico. But the last thing the kid needed was to find out Kelsier wasn’t as sure he couldn’t be defeated as he claimed to be. He hoped he didn’t need to brag in this room...it might be a little hard to explain why he couldn’t force the words I can’t be killed from his lips. Neither of them were perfect. Far from it. Kelsier had made plenty of mistakes in his life, bad ones...not least his decision to kill Nico within seconds of meeting him. But they were both doing their best to do the right thing, both trying to save their worlds, and whether Nico knew it or not, both willing to die for their cause. Yes, they were similar in a lot of ways...maybe that was what had drawn then together. Or maybe it was fate, or maybe it was chance. In all honestly, Kel didn’t care about the reason. They cared for each other and that was enough for him. If he’d heard Nico’s thoughts...he’d have told him that he was not expendable, then pointed out that he wasn’t able to lie. The very concept of Nico being expendable was absurd. He was needed. He was wanted. He deserved to live. He didn’t move away from the wall as Nico spoke, and he didn’t look away, his expression serious as he studied him. He didn’t bother saying he could take Nico to the ocean and let that be the one jump Nico was allowed to do. He didn’t say he would find a way. He didn’t say anything, because lies were forbidden here and he wouldn’t have offered false hope even if he could have. He gave a tiny nod, not looking away. Emotions warred inside of him, but he tried not to let them through, because the last thing Nico needed was to deal with that. He could handle his own reaction later, in his world, where no one would much question it if he disappeared for a while. “Thank you for telling me,” he said quietly. “I can’t pretend to be okay with it...and I wouldn’t even if I could. At least you know what I say here is the truth.” He glanced at the ground, uncharacteristically unsure of himself, though he tried not to let it show. He was supposed to be the one in trouble. Why did everyone he ended up loving have to be so damn selfless all the time, anyway? “I’m proud of you. Whatever that’s worth.” He said it very softly, his voice hesitant, like he wasn’t sure he was actually allowed to say it at all. He gave a tiny, pained laugh. “Lord Ruler...I hate it and I want to ask you not to do it. Beg you, even. But I’m proud of you.”
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Post by strider on Mar 23, 2021 1:06:46 GMT -5
“Maybe,” Nico replied quietly, casting his eyes on the ground. He hadn’t survived out of spite, but the fact that he was alive was, technically an act of spite. “I’m alive because Hades is spiteful, though, not because I’d be great at spiting the gods. I really don’t think I would be.” He wasn’t sure if he was expecting to say all that, but he didn’t think it was the truth serum pushing him to talk. It was just that he was with Kelsier, and despite everything they had been through (or perhaps because of everything they had been through), Nico found it a lot easier to open up to Kelsier than he did to most other people. Kelsier understood. Kelsier was willing to listen, even if he didn’t always agree. Kelsier… was a lot better at being there for Nico than most other people were. He didn’t mean his friends in the House, just… the people he knew in his world. Nico didn’t know that Kelsier had his own secrets. Well… he did. He knew Kelsier, knew he always had a trick up his sleeve, something he wasn’t entirely forthright about, but Nico didn’t know what it was this time. He didn’t know he should have been concerned, because all of Kelsier’s plans functioned on the mere fact that they were impossible. That he survived against all odds. It didn’t even strike Nico as a possibility that Kelsier would have the forethought to make a plan B, in case he died. Why would he? Kelsier wasn’t going to live forever, but he was going to live to see the Lord Ruler die. Perhaps Nico believed in the myth Kelsier had created about himself a little bit too much. But… then again, he had seen the Mistborn take down a Titan. You couldn’t build a myth unless it was at least partially true at its foundation. And he knew Kelsier’s flaws better than most people. He’d been at the wrong end of Kelsier’s anger, and he’d died because of it. He knew the real reason Kelsier fought for the Skaa. He knew about Mare, knew a little bit about who Kelsier had been before he Snapped… yes, he knew Kelsier wasn’t perfect. But wasn’t it typical of kids to believe their parents indestructible? The difference between them, as Nico saw it, was that Kelsier was the one who was needed. His world may not have known it yet, but he was. Nico was only needed because he was there. Because he found a way to worm himself into impossible situations in an effort to help. He didn’t know why he did it. He cared about the world he was protecting, but… he really wasn’t that selfless. He was selfish enough to almost doom the world because he wanted to know about his mother, how could he be selfless enough to risk his life to save the world just because it was worth saving? He was almost certain he had an ulterior motive, he just… wasn’t sure what it was yet. He kept telling himself different things, but they weren’t supplying themselves here. Perhaps because his mind knew they were false enough he couldn’t speak them out loud. “oh.” Nico’s voice was tiny as he heard that, and he almost slipped off the little table to move closer to Kelsier. He didn’t. He stayed planted where he was, searching Kelsier’s expression almost desperately. “I… I haven’t even done anything yet. There’s nothing to be proud of me for.” His brows furrowed, as though trying to find some falsehood, some lie in this room where lies were forbidden. If anyone could defeat the House in that way, it was Kelsier. “Usually… you have to do something to make someone proud of you.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 23, 2021 20:43:34 GMT -5
Kelsier paused, giving Nico a searching look. Not that he planned on thanking Hades for anything, but..that wasn’t what the’d been expecting. He was spiteful himself, but...no, Nico wasn’t. That was another difference between them...and a similarity between Kel and Hades, it seemed. He frowned a little, not much liking the thought. Then again, was it spite that kept Kelsier alive? Or rage? “No, I suppose you wouldn’t be,” he said quietly, dipping his head. “Spite doesn’t really seem to be your style. Still...if you’re ever desperate…” he shrugged, staying where he was against the wall. “It can get you out of a tight spot, now and then. Before I had anger, I had spite.” Always another secret. That was what he said. He believed it, too, he knew that he would always have another secret and so would everyone else, Nico included. He just wished they could be secrets that wouldn’t get anyone killed. He was still glad this wasn’t a secret anymore, though. He was glad he knew, glad Nico had decided to tell him even if he could have only told the bare minimum and then refused to talk about it. His own secret was one he wasn’t planning on telling. He didn’t think he had to worry...it would be hard for Nico to ask a question that direct without having context, and Nico wasn’t even planning on asking any questions until they were free. He wasn’t exactly hiding it...or maybe he was and he was just trying to make himself feel better about it, maune he didn’t want to talk about it. Maybe it felt a lot less real if he didn’t talk about it. But he knew he might die. He knew he was reckless and stupid and impulsive...and a liar too, it seemed. Oh, he would try, he would do his best to bring the Lord Ruler down...and to see Mare’s dream become a reality. He was just insane enough to believe he could pull it off, too. If Kelsier had known what Nico was thinking, he would have challenged him. He would have asked why he was needed and Nico wasn’t, would have pointed out that this was a job no one else could do, which was the definition of being needed. So maybe Nico was selfish. So what? So was Kelsier. He was doing this for himself as much as he was for anyone else. He was doing this for revenge as much as he was for justice. So Nico had made mistakes. Kel had too. He’d never have lost Mare in the first place if he hadn’t been an overconfident fool and tried to rob the Lord Ruler himself. A job gone wrong...he’d been greedy and selfish, and it had cost him the woman he loved. He watched Nico. Waited for a response, to th words he hadn’t planned to say. They’d escaped without him thinking it through, but he didn’t regret them, and he wouldn’t take them back. They were true, or he wouldn’t have been able to say them “Nothing to be…?” He raised an eyebrow, startled. The his voice lowered into something gentler. “You might have the wrong idea of what I mean, then. And I’m not saying your right that you’ve done nothing to be proud of, because that’s not true.” He spread his arms, revealing the countless scars that stretched across his skin. “For one thing, you survived. And I’m damn proud of you for that. But...whether you succeed, or…” he wouldn’t say it. Wouldn’t give it words, wouldn’t make the possibility real. “Either way, you’re trying. That’s what I’m proud of, not some arbitrary scale of success.”
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Post by strider on Mar 24, 2021 21:35:07 GMT -5
Regardless of whether Kelsier and Hades were driven from some of the same emotions, Nico didn’t think they were very similar at all. Hades closed himself off from other people, he became a kingdom unto himself, refused to let other people in, refused to care about them until they did something for him. Kelsier, on the other hand… Kelsier cared so much – his life was dedicated to bringing freedom to the Skaa, to making his world better. Hades’ mindset was that he had been screwed over by the world, so he might as well watch the world burn instead of lifting a finger to help it. Kelsier had been just as hurt by the world – more hurt, in Nico’s opinion – but he didn’t turn his back on it. Oh, he was determined to get revenge, but his revenge wasn’t against his world. It was against the specific people responsible for making the world bad. Kelsier’s anger and spite was targeted. Hades’ was general. That was only the start of the difference between the two. “I guess… I have other driving forces,” Nico replied quietly, crossing his arms and letting his legs swing just a little bit. “I guess… I made a lot of bad choices. I’m still trying to make up for them, even if that’s not… really possible.” He sighed, staring at the ground for a long moment. There it was, out in the open. Nico genuinely didn’t believe he would be able to make up for the wrongs he had done. Even though it was years ago. Even though he had already helped save the world once before. Nico knew Kelsier to be a lot of things. Impulsive, reckless, overconfident, kind, brave, impossible… but he never in a million years would have called him a liar. Maybe he stretched the truth sometimes to make people believe in him, but that was only because he was worth being believed in. Because if anyone could do the sort of impossible feats Kelsier promised, it would be Kelsier. Did that just mean he was buying into what Kelsier said? Perhaps, but… Kelsier had already done the impossible, more than once. He had proven he could do it, and that he could do it again. Was it any surprise that Nico believed him? And somehow… somehow the impossible man was proud of him. Wanted to be his dad, though Nico didn’t deserve him. He didn’t understand, but… he had to believe it. Nothing here was a lie. Nico’s gaze caught on Kelsier’s scars, but he didn’t’ look away. That was one more thing that marked them as similar. The scars they couldn’t ever get rid of from surviving things nobody was meant to survive. Then his eyes moved towards Kelsier’s, dark brown locking on hazel, and he felt he couldn’t look away. There was a promise, there, even if he didn’t understand what it was. “All I’m doing is trying,” he managed softly, trying to avoid asking a direct question. “But… but you have to know as well as I do that trying may not be enough.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 25, 2021 13:59:32 GMT -5
Kelsier didn’t want to think he and Hades were at all similar. He didn’t want to even be comparable, really. He hated Hades, hated most of the gods actually, but Hades and Zeus especially. It was personal against them, personal because they’d hurt his son, and that was unforgivable. The fact was that caring sometimes hurt more than it helped. Kel knew that, but...not caring, that hurt more by far. Too many people in his world had stopped caring, too many people had given up. He couldn’t...he wouldn’t give up. Not ever. The world had hurt him. It had hurt others even more. But he was still determined to save it, still determined to fight as hard as he could no matter the consequences. He looked at Nico, quietly, considering him. No lies in this room. Whatever he said here, it had to be the truth to the best of his knowledge. At least Nico would have to believe him. “I don’t know if it’s about making up for them, exactly,” he said quietly, choosing his words with care. “But I think if it’s possible to make up for things you’ve done...then I don’t think that’s something you need to worry about anymore. Maybe you made bad choices. Maybe even very bad ones. But you’ve also given so much back.” He sighed, leaning his head back against the wall. “Neither of us can take back the things we’ve done. I know that. But if you’re willing to believe in me...the give yourself the same courtesy.” Was Kelsier a liar? He wasn’t entirely forthcoming, that was for sure. But...he wasn’t actually sure if he counted as a liar. He knew Nico wouldn’t have liked the idea...Nico hated lies. But the truth was that Kel would do whatever he had to in order to save his world, and if that meant lying and cheating his way to victory, well...deception was nothing he was unfamiliar with. He was a thief, after all. His main job was deceiving the people he stole from, and he was damn good at it. Not Nico, though. This wasn’t a deception. This wasn’t Kelsier trying to calculate how to bring down the Lord Ruler by whatever means necessary. This was the truth, as honest as Kelsier was capable of being, and he would never take it back, no matter what happened. He was proud of Nico. Not even he could have bested the House enough to lie about that, even if he’d wanted to. “That’s all anyone is doing. Trying,” he said quietly, meeting Nico’s eyes, his own gaze steady. He hesitated...there was something he could say here, but he wouldn’t be able to take it back. Not ever. “Hell...it’s all I’m doing,” he murmured finally, looking away. It was the best he could offer.
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Post by strider on Mar 25, 2021 19:56:38 GMT -5
Orpheus | fISH ROOM | anyone Orpheus appeared, about to say something to someone else on the crew when he realized he was… not on the boat anymore. Had he fallen off? The world was blue, all around, and he felt like he was floating. Huh. It wasn’t until he had tried to push himself forward that he realized he was in the House. Ah. A rather bizarre room – the ocean floor beneath him was sandy, and as he tried to turn to see himself he realized he was… very bright. “Ah,” he commented, blinking at the way his voice didn’t come from him but instead seemed to echo around. He didn’t know whether or not to expect anyone else. It was the House, so… probably, but… he hadn’t been in a room like this before. He thought it might be rather fun.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 25, 2021 20:07:30 GMT -5
L | FISH FISH FISH | strider mostly L blinked in, crouching on the floor...or he had been. He blinked, startled to find himself suddenly floating instead, and turned to try and see where he was (and also to make sure no one was behind him). Then he turned again, trying to see what he’d seen the first time. Which happened to be himself. “Oh, I’m a fish,” he stated in surprise, turning again to see his scales. He caught sight of another fish as he did, and froze, drifting slightly to the right as he studied it. Blinker or actual House created fish…? “Hello,” he said uncertainly, not yet coming closer. He couldn’t tell from appearance who it was, and that made him wary.
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Post by strider on Mar 25, 2021 20:38:22 GMT -5
Orpheus was quickly learning that currents made things move. Which… of course he knew in theory, but feeling it happening to himself was… odd, to say the least. He flicked his tail a bit, trying to get himself back where he had been just moments before. And… there was someone else here, now. Orpheus let himself drift closer, ignoring the fact that his neon orange and pink scales might make him a target. And then he heard the other fish’s voice and tried to smile. It didn’t really work, but he did manage to give an excited little wriggle. “Λ?” he asked, drifting a bit nearer before backpedaling a few inches. He figured it was probably best to make sure before he got himself in a tough spot by getting too close.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 25, 2021 21:06:57 GMT -5
L, too, was having trouble staying in one place. The current kept tugging him to one side, and he had to struggle not to drift away entirely...he felt weightless, like a cloud or a hot air balloon. He tensed a little (can fish tense? He tried to anyway) as the other fish came closer, and he poised himself to swim away until he heard his voice and let relief wash over him. “Orpheus….yes, it’s me. Fish me,” he confirmed, trying to swim a little closer in spite of the current. “I’m...bendy. And also my voice isn’t coming from me, it’s almost as though we’re telepathically connected, except I can’t hear your thoughts so I assume you can’t hear mine, either. I’ve never been a fish before…”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 25, 2021 21:19:18 GMT -5
Kid | Fish Room | anyone Kid blinked in. It was a bit difficult to orient himself, but finding himself at a completely different shape was proving to be very odd for him. It was completely different from what he expected and he found himself able to twist his body in ways that shouldn't have previously been possible. "What?" he said, completely puzzled as he continued to twist around. It was at least probable that he sooooort of saw himself, though he found that just as confusing. Eel? He continued to twist about, now assuming correctly that it was one of those rooms. The sort where he didn't end up looking like himself.
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