May Open Catch-All

[doomedtheworld]

Who: Vin (doomedtheworld) & OPEN
What: Catch-All For May
When: All through the month
Where: Various places in both Olympia and Wyver
Warning(s): None yet. Will add warnings to threads where and if they're needed



Olympia

A

[Even in the short time she's been here the ocean has a sort of nearly irresistible draw for her. While the abundance of plants and flowers and life on this world are magnificent enough, nothing she's seen yet has quite compared to the sight of that endless expanse of blue stretching off farther than her eye can hope to see. So, as the festivities start in Flona Cove, she opts to attend, or at least hover at the edges of it sampling the food and drink.

She'll quickly discard one of those snowcones the second she sees somebody changing color after eating one though.]

B

[When she's not making her way around the beach during the day, she's making some cash down in the fight club. Her second visit to the place and her first actually stepping into the ring.

There's a ripple of laughter when she first steps up, masked and hooded to hide her face and wrapped in a grey cloak of streaming tassels, a girl her size trying to compete in a fight is not a common sight down here. That laughter didn't last after her first fight. Her opponent had come at her with a sword, the metal blade never even touching her as she Pushed and Pulled on it with her metals and the fight ended in seconds with several blows from the pair of sturdy batons she'd chosen. Two more fights go by just as quick, overwhelming opponents with her impossible speed and agility bouncing and flipping around the room and striking back with crushing hit-and-run attacks.

With her last fight done, she steps back to the edge of the ring and waits silently as the announcer gives one more call for anybody else who wants to step into the arena with "The mysterious Mistborn."]

Wyver

A

[The shift to warmer weather is nearly welcome to her, the temperature rising begins to feel more like the higher temperatures of home although the heavy humidity is a bit of a challenge to overcome, but she'll manage. At least the Wyver style accounts for it, and while she isn't ready to show quite as much skin as some people do around here she can at least live with keeping her shoulders bared.

Her days in Wyver are fairly ordinary, taking time to familiarize herself with the jungle city, shopping for weapons and visiting the blacksmiths for bits and scraps of metal. At some point, she can be found sitting on a high branch of one of the trees idly snacking while... reading a book on gardening of all things.]

B

[This month had started out with a surprise. A package that seemed to simply manifest from thin air containing a couple of items. The first she recognized instantly: a single bead of atium. Not much, only enough for several seconds but she'd quickly stashed that away. The second is... something else. A sort of dull, silvery metal, that looks like it had been prepared for Allomancy. Naturally, she decides to test it. Heading into an emptier part of the city with her new metal, swallows it, burns it...

Nothing. Frowning, she extinguishes the metal and tries it again. Still nothing. That's strange, something must be wrong. Lost in thought she drops a coin onto the ground for an anchor and burns steel for a jump and instead of the familiar, comfortable warmth of a metal burning there's a blast of heat and power inside of her...

... and anybody nearby will have the opportunity to catch a glimpse of a random girl flying in a barely-controlled arc high above the ground with a shriek of surprise, arms and legs pinwheeling wildly.]

Both

[Once the activities of a day the real business begins. Again donning her mistcloak and mask she takes off across the rooftops. While relations between the two countries seem to be calming down there's always dangers. Besides, it's a familiarity, jumping and wheeling through the air on invisible lines of force, stalking the rooftops of both cities to patrol from up above.]

Wildcard
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Comments

I'm assuming this is night for dramatic effect and cause of who we're dealing with here.

[doomedtheworld]

[She knows the spire well enough, she's made the point of learning as much as she can about the layout of the city's rooftops, and she knows the difficulty climbing it presents. And she's also less than interested in approaching it openly.

She lurks herself a fair distance away, masked and hooded and wrapped in the flowing streamers of her mistcloak. She burns tin, scanning the city for any sign of a trap. She doesn't entirely like it, the spire is wide open, a clear target and the mists of home are not here to conceal her. Still, as time ticks on it becomes clear that the other party isn't intending on being the first to arrive either. She considers turning back and leaving, but she opts against it. It's a fairly obvious way to plot a trap and the worst traps really are the ones you see coming.

So, she burns steel, Pushing off a dropped coin and taking to the air towards the spire. As she draws close, she burns iron, watching the hazy blue lines spring into being connecting her to any bits of metal from decoration, to brackets to nails in the wood and Pulls. She alternates like that between steel and iron, Pushing and Pulling to ascend around the building in a winding spiral until she reaches the top and one final Ironpull brings her to perch just on the side of it to wait.

So basically, yes. It does take more than basic parkour to scale the thing.]

YES thank u

[beknight]

[ There's a disturbing amount of foot traffic on rooftops, in Bruce's opinion, but the type of refugees the Natha chose for their first wave garner more intrigue than suspicion where he's concerned, although only just. This stranger is in the cloak. Smallish in size, probably a woman. ]

[ He intends to move in until something very small glints in the light. He adjusts his goggles — a coin? — Oh, interesting. He waits until she's safely perched on the spire to move to the closest batch of shadows, throw his voice, ]

Are you waiting for a ghost?

[doomedtheworld]

[She's perhaps a little more used to it. Back home, it had always been the wiser choice to assume that someone was lurking in the mists up above. Superstitions and stories had taught her and people like her not to trust the night. Becoming a part of it had just made her distrust it more.

Her attention snaps toward the sound of the voice but she frowns, tin-enhanced senses focusing on it and picking up nothing but where her eyes and ears fail her something else steps in. She burns steel and hazy blue lines spring forth in her vision, giving her an easy line of sight to every bit of metal decoration, every nail driven into the wood, every latch and lock.

And a cluster leading toward a shadowy corner that could easily match up to a belt buckle, clasps on boots and any number of weapons.]

There's still no such thing as ghosts. [She turns to face the patch of shadow directly.] Just living men with clever tricks.

[beknight]

[ The patch matches up to a belt and knives. Bruce's boots here don't have clasps — they slide on and off, built for parkour. She looks at him directly — she knows where he is without needing to search extensively. Privately, he's impressed. Mostly, he's a little annoyed. Bruce never makes himself easy to spot. ]

You'd be surprised what's out there.

[ Not enough tricks just yet. He moves to the edge of the roof, the corner wreathed in shadows. Will she jump down or keep her advantage of the high ground? ]

[doomedtheworld]

[It's a cheat here, she'll admit. Most of the rooftop-dwellers where she comes from avoid wearing metal for exactly that reason but here she holds something of an advantage and she's more than happy to hold on to anything she can get.]

So would you. [What's he up to? Is he waiting for her to come down there to him? Steel still burning, she scans the area not spotting any other motion among the steel lines. Still, she folds her arms beneath her cloak.] Well? I came to where you asked, are you going to keep me waiting all night?

[beknight]

Would I now.

[ It's mild, a very soft note of appreciation. Bruce is not often surprised, not often challenged. True, he has no Batsuit, no reputation, but it's still a thrill in his spine when there's someone who plays the immoveable object to his unstoppable force. ]

I won't. But we can't stay here.

[ He moves to the edge of the roof. ]

Come with me.

[doomedtheworld]

[Just a short time ago, she wouldn't have been. All her life, Vin had done what she needed to do to survive and when she was powerless that meant yielding. It meant running and hiding when she could and bearing what happened when she couldn't because she couldn't fight back. Now, though, it's different. Now she can feel the heat of the metals burning in her stomach giving her power and she can recall the training telling her to use it. She doesn't have to yield anymore. Now she can fight back.

So she makes her decision and steps off from the spire, letting herself drop to the rooftops. As she nears the rooftop she Pulls backwards briefly, halting her descent for a second and letting her land lightly at the edge of the roof. Still a reasonable distance from her Ghost.]

Lead the way.

[beknight]

[ He's off the moment she lands, not slowing down, not looking to see that she's following — he knows she is. Weaving, over, up, darting between shadows and difficult places. Bruce knows these roofs extremely well. ]

[ He stops towards the mountain, overlooking a small fountain square, and waits for her to choose a place to settle. ]

[doomedtheworld]

[And she is, hot on his heels the moment she takes off. She doesn't know the roofs as well as he does but she has Allomancy to make up for it. Blue iron and steel lines swivel around her like a web, giving her anchor points to Push and Pull from and pewter keeps her footing sure on these unfamiliar pathways.

He is fast though. He doesn't move like an Allomancer but this is no ordinary man she's dealing with either.

She doesn't miss a step and when he comes to a stop, she comes to a land on the same rooftop several feet behind his back, watching expectantly.]

[beknight]

[ He doesn't need a moment to rest, but still, Bruce doesn't start talking immediately. It's one thing to make a note of an apocalyptic vision, it's another to describe it to another person. He knows he's not psychotic, he's walked the pathways of his own mind enough to understand. But that's not clear from the outside. ]

Who told you your world would end?

[doomedtheworld]

[That much remains to be seen. She doesn't say a word or make a sound until he does, remaining watchful until the last moment. Even when he does speak up, she takes a second to answer.]

A man who called himself a god.

[beknight]

And was he?

[ Sometimes they are. Clark and Diana are both comfortable in this world, and they treat others as their equals... they very easily could decide not to. What would people like him or this young woman stand against them? Even with her power. ]