Marsh your FACE is a trigger warning

[myironeyes]

[Public, text]

First. Everyone should stock non-perishable food and water. More than you need. And carry some on you, if you can. Those who remained themselves kept possesions on their person when they switched over last time. I will prepare small packs for anyone who would like one. Volunteers who wish to do the same may meet me in the kitchen after the end of dinner shift.

Second. Medicines, if you need them. Can the infirmary provide small amounts of disinfectants for everyone? I will make up suture kits, and if anyone does not know how to sew, I can teach you. It isn't difficult.

Third. Everyone should arrange signals with those they trust, so those who have not been remade can recognize each other without being revealed. We should also share anything that might help those from this reality gain our confidence and cooperation if we are changed - many there would have overthrown it if they could.

Fourth. For those of you who don't know, this -

[A two-second burst of video; his face, the spikes, a momentary gesture]

- was to make me the monstrous servant of an evil god. I am very, very difficult to kill and very easy to psychically control. Some of you will remember that I was used there to brutal effect. Anyone with pyschic abilities or superhuman speed who is willing to kill me if necessary - it almost certainly will be - should let me know now, so I can tell you how to do it properly.

Lastly. Ryan Hardy is no longer on the barge. He had a German Shepherd named Mike. Someone should adopt him.



[Private to Vin]

Do you want atium?



[Filtered to Iris, Jean, Ned, Cassel, and Nathan]

I can't decide if I should stay.

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[filter]

[myironeyes]

None of them are off buttons, though.

[In fact, that was how he freed himself from Ruin, the one and only time he managed it. By being so deep in the violence that even the god couldn't pull him back when he ripped out Vin's earring.

His voice is harsh, blocky, chipped and stumbling, fresh-quarried stone.]

Please. Don't. Misunderstand me. I'd rather it were you, either of you. But I don't think I can be...fortified. Not unless one of you remains to maintain it.

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[myironeyes]

[A nod. It's nice, having a reason to linger there when there is so much to do and no knowledge of whether it will matter.]

Give me a few minutes to gather his things.

[myironeyes]

Could those be combined into small packs for those without healing abilities?

[Private]

[myironeyes]

I wish you would go. You might not get another chance.

But I understand if you. Can't.

[myironeyes]

I should have done this sooner. Too many of the people I asked originally have left the barge.

[...yeah setting up a kill squad was actually one of the first things he did.]

[myironeyes]

I was part of a rebellion for a long time.

[Making contact in secrecy was pretty crucial.]

I don't know if it would be a better use of time to try to establish one for everyone, or just let people reach out. We organize poorly.

[And there are a few inmates who might reveal it if they didn't change. Esther, for instance. Marsh isn't sure how to make that call, who to exclude, if he even should.]

[filter]

[routemistress]

No, I know. But they're buttons someone strong might keep 'eld down so someone else can't get at 'em.

If Jean turns bad the other side, well, she's stronger but I'm more cunning. If she doesn't, she can keep Bianca off your back.

[If they both do, all of them are screwed, of course, but Marsh already knew that.]

[Private]

[deadly_ned]

I know.

I can't leave them. I don't want to leave and not be able to protect them. Not if I think I'm going to be in the right mind to not make the hurt worse.

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[myironeyes]

[He thinks of Alex, as he was there, the weight of axes in his hands, the sound of beheading. His quiet thanks, after.]

I would rather be stopped, Jean. Whatever you need to do, I give you permission.

[Even if it is both less and more than killing. He knows saying the words won't make it much easier. But maybe a little.]

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[fire_punk]

I'll take Mike if no one wants him. Maybe he'll be good for Slayer.

And no one's killing anyone.

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[fireincarnate]

[Her head drops, bangs shielding her eyes. She knows it's the right thing, she knows it'll be better for him in the end, but it doesn't stop the twisting in her chest.

She ignores the desperate spark of anticipation.]

I could - there are a lot of things. I could just stop your mind. Tear your organs apart. I could - I could just atomise you.

[imfollowinghim]

Okay.

[And he probably should be asking where and when they should meet up, but.] Did you know me when I was here, before, or were you just paying attention when I introduced myself?

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[indispensible]

Yes.

I'll be there.

[And she is, doing that thing that Mistborn do in flowers, which is gaze around with starry eyes.]

[this_corrosion]

You won't even stay dead!

[darknessb4me]

Don't bother trying. Some people are content to die. Let them.

Riddick made a point that if they have mind-readers, the signal will get out. We need something that can't be faked. An object only the real version of a person would have to be carried on them.

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[patheticvillain]

By moving your legs?

I don't know, man. I wouldn't be able to do it.

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

I will hope fervently that what they try succeeds, then. If you are indeed so difficult to kill, I cannot say I know what difference preparation would make.

[diealone]

Yeah, definitely.

[filter]

[myironeyes]

Proximity matters.

[She knows that, of course.]

I'll be trying to avoid you both. Whichever me I am. If you're not affected you'll have to reach out first.

[And he's really got no idea what would inspire his trust, in that world, beyond Nathan's....Nathan-ness.]

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[myironeyes]

[In the weeks Marsh has been doing his best with Mike, he has taught the half-grown Shepherd not to romp in flowerbeds, so he moderates his usual exuberance in favor of scrabbling hastily along the pathways to lick Vin's hand. Marsh follows more sedately.]

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[myironeyes]

Mmm. Well, you're a less disastrous influence than you think you are.

[Meaning: Cassel shouldn't go, anyway.]

[myironeyes]

The latter.

[myironeyes]

Thank you.

[Private]

[myironeyes]

And you can't...be happy with someone, if you're always thinking about the people you left behind. Some people can set that aside, and build a proper life, but.

I never could.

[Reason #37 Mare married Kelsier instead of him. And she was right to do it.]

[myironeyes]

Thank you.

[This is sincere; Marsh is emphatically not a praying sort, but he appreciates kind thoughts, even, especially, when they are also harrowing ones.]

For someone else without exceptional abilities, if I had access to all of mine - which I may not - I think it would make no difference at all. But many people here have their own extraordinary methods of combat.