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.
[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
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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[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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[Because he can infer that at least part of that is about avoiding Kelsier.]
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The CES is - running on a treadmill. It's not real. And burning aluminum when I leave it just reinforces the cage I have here.
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You won't have to stay aboard for the next one.
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Being a Mistborn is beautiful. It's graceful. Mistborn become killers, but they're not born to it.
I don't want to kill anymore. I want to be Mistborn. But I'm trapped with killing, and I don't think I'll ever get my powers back.
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Have you told Charles that? Exactly that, all of it.
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I didn't even really think it.
[Not until just then. He's a little surprised his own self.]
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It sounded. Worthwhile, to me.
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[It's a little bit dour, but mostly just conversational.]
Kelsier didn't snap until very late. I mostly thought of them as...everything I disliked about nobles, but moreso.
But that - you made it sound lovely, just now. A fine thing to want to be. I don't know Charles well. But I think any good warden would respond to that.
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I'll talk to him.
...noble Mistborn have a world, you know. At night. After a while, you get to recognize most of those who live near you - not who they are, but they way they use metals. The way they move in midair. There are never more than a handful anyway.
I think there's an understanding that most of their masters never feel.
You know I fought with Kelsier once. I thought he was someone from Elariel - I think he knew I was Venture. I didn't realize it was him until we fought here, and I saw him use a technique I've never seen anyone else try.
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[He doesn't shudder, but he doesn't fully manage to suppress it, either. Softly -]
Tell me about how he is, then. As a Mistborn.
[It's not a side of Kelsier he rejected, exactly. Scoffed at, a little (he always was a show-off), and then had other things to do, away from the rest of the rebellion, and never really. Saw.]
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