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[Open spam, basically anywhere]

[He drifts. He expresses the will of the place he is in. If someone tries to interrupt a performance or deviate from the script in the Opera House, he will prevent it with a snapped wrist or an effortless backhand into the wall. Someone upsetting the ghosts in the stables or interfering with the banquet, anyone doing too much damage to the walls, or fighting the inhabitants - he hurts them until they stop. Somewhere, he acquires a broadaxe, heavy and eerily crystalline, not the little obsidian hatchets he knows, but light in his hands. The brief moments of brutality are like scraps of food to a starving hound. But he does not always kill, even though Ruin's chasms in him yearn too. The place is not concerned with how fast the intruders die. And before any of his own concerns, he is its hand.]
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[Public text + open spam, the afternoon of Iris's reunion with her bus]

There is fresh pie in the Dining Room.

[Or anyone could encounter Marsh in the stairwells or in the Dining Room itself, appearing in a stern swish of black shrouds to drop them off, one each, steaming slightly, at neat intervals. He needed to do something with his hands, and for once sewing felt insufficient.]



Confidential to Kelsier, Iris, Nathan, Zane, Touko, Riddick, Ben, and Sylvanas. )
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[Private to the Admiral]

I object. I do not - I will not not be bribed into celebrating this. I've been making gifts for people anyway.


[Open spam

[Marsh can be found on deck, unceremoniously tossing his communicator overboard. He can also be found scowling and hurrying through the halls as the damn thing reappears in each empty room he enters, prompting him to turn around and go the opposite direction.]


the most reluctant gift list )
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[Private to Kelsier]

[Kind of terse. Even for Marsh.]

Are you doing anything new and stupid with allomancy right now?


[Private to Vin, voice]

...I apologize, for bothering you. But do you. Have access to the mists, here? Or...whatever you did.

[He sounds more than curt; pinched, nervous. He hadn't felt pulses at the time, certainly not one like this, but.]


[Private to Zane]

What are you doing?


[Spam]

[Marsh is standing by the lab door, holding perfectly still, and scowling. He appears to be staring at the door, to the extent that anyone can read the line of his gaze.]


[OOC: During the miniplot with Zane and Felix messing with time. No one can get in the lab but everyone is actually okay.]

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