[ The paranoid, the ambitious part of Zane wants to say all I need for this, or all I need - Kelsier is obviously distracted, in pain, and now would be a good time to levy out all of the metals Zane might need. He might even be able to avoid consequences for it.
But when he opens his mouth, he finds that he can't. ]
[Fun thing to note, all metal in Kelsier's room is vibrating. He's just barely containing his powers. Silverware on his table rattle and travel an inch or so one way then the other. His coin pouch is also on the table clinking and shifting.
Kelsier himself sits on his bed with his head in his hands.]
[ He's there before another minute has passed. He'll let himself in, if the door isn't unlocked, and he'll start Soothing the second he has eyes on Kelsier.
He pushes most of his Soothing on guilt. To a lesser extent, disgust, grief, anger.
[he doesn't say anything or move. He just... needed to think without all that turmoil. A little childish part of his brain wants to say 'I think my brother is mad at me']
He... raised me, you know. After our father killed our mother and tried to kill us.
Of course I am. I just wish it wasn't... [a horrible living nightmare of existence? A constant reminder of everything?] He shouldn't have to be like that. The spikes, I mean, he's always been... grumpy.
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onlysurvivor) wrote2013-06-18 01:41 pm
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But when he opens his mouth, he finds that he can't. ]
I have brass and zinc. Where are you?
[ Responsibility. Is that what this is? ]
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[pause]
There's a Steel Inquisitor on board. Don't attack him.
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[ He's on his way. ]
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[Fun thing to note, all metal in Kelsier's room is vibrating. He's just barely containing his powers. Silverware on his table rattle and travel an inch or so one way then the other. His coin pouch is also on the table clinking and shifting.
Kelsier himself sits on his bed with his head in his hands.]
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He pushes most of his Soothing on guilt. To a lesser extent, disgust, grief, anger.
He Riots a sense of calm. Relief. ]
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after a few minutes he finally releases his grip on Tin and puts it back on a mild burn. His breathing slows, his shoulders relax.]
Thank you.
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He has another vial of zinc-brass if he needs it. ]
You're welcome.
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He... raised me, you know. After our father killed our mother and tried to kill us.
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It made dying easier, with him already dead.
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Thank you.
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