Marsh || Steel Inquisitor (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
myironeyes) wrote2013-08-18 06:53 pm
myironeyes) wrote2013-08-18 06:53 pm
Your friendly neighborhood Negative Nancy de las Needles
[Public, filtered away from Vin]
If anyone has mending that needs to be done. I sew.
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[He knocks, brusquely as ever, burning bronze as usual. He is carrying pie.]
It's me.
[Spam sort of for Touko]
[He leaves a package of snacks his younger self took and hid on her doorstep: a lot of apples and little pastries. Things without their own packaging, that he recognized as food. There's a handwritten note on old-fashioned, handmade brown paper, in neat, cramped handwriting.]
I remember you said you didn't like people watching. Take care of yourself.
- Marsh
If anyone has mending that needs to be done. I sew.
[Spam for Zane]
[He knocks, brusquely as ever, burning bronze as usual. He is carrying pie.]
It's me.
[Spam sort of for Touko]
[He leaves a package of snacks his younger self took and hid on her doorstep: a lot of apples and little pastries. Things without their own packaging, that he recognized as food. There's a handwritten note on old-fashioned, handmade brown paper, in neat, cramped handwriting.]
I remember you said you didn't like people watching. Take care of yourself.
- Marsh
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Because I know him. And he won't.
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If he didn't hate you then, he won't hate you now.
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[ He wishes he did. ]
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And secondly, he...doesn't give up. On people, or anything else. He might very well not be straightforward with her about the fact that he cares about you, but he won't stop.
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[ Sudden and childish and petty. ]
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[He can't do anything about it, of course, but he means it, in his awkward way. He doesn't think he'd be able to handle another Inquisitor on board at all, even if he could flatten them. Too many years of focus and fear. He isn't even handling Vin's presence terribly well.]
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[Slow and quiet and sad. Kelsier was never hope, not to him. Purpose, for a long time, and then grief. But he chose to be hope instead. Marsh only holds it against him in his weaker moments.]
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[But. A promise to himself, unmoving in the ashes. A dead man and a sheet of steel. Vin's fingertips at her torn earlobe.]
Sometimes you find them later in ways you didn't expect.
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Okay.
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[If he was an inmate, he means. Because there is no atoning for the things he has done, was too weak to stop himself being used for. Not fully, and certainly not here. Perhaps that's why he isn't one, something in the barge recognizing the futility of it. He would have given up a great deal more promptly, he thinks.]
Is there anything I can do?
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I want my powers back, but I've proven I'm not trustworthy. I trapped myself.
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Are you still allowed metals when you spar?
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