Somehow sent back through time, can Vin do better this time? Or will Ruin Triumph?
Through the Mists of Time (Mistborn Peggy Sue)
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Aranfan
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Vin woke up with a start. What? She was fighting Ruin wasn't she? The memories spilled out of her mind. The last thing she remembered clearly was being about to pull out Marsh's second eye-spike. Then the smell hit her and she opened her eyes.
Oh. She thought, It was just a dream.
Around her slept the fellow thieves of Camon's crew. She was back in the skaa slums. If she had ever really left. The dream felt so real that it seemed as if it was memories, but it was just too fantastical. Her, a mistborn able to kill inquisitors? Saved from her life of crime and married to a nobleman heir?
She snorted, before turning over to go back to sleep. It was a good dream, but it could only be a dream.
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Vin pondered as she ate her crust of bread for breakfast. The dream hadn't faded as most would. Could her Luck really be Allomancy? It seemed crazy, but she hadn't been able to think of it as Luck rather than Brass since she woke up. And it felt like such a tiny and minuscule amount even though it wasn't.
She sat in her corner of the ash stained hideout. Her back aching from the whipping Camon had given her yesterday. She had just about worked up the nerve to try gnawing on one of the pewter mugs to see if she really was crazy or not, when Camon took out his watch and declared that it was time as he looked at her.
The trip to the Canon of Finance office was full of deja vu. Vin couldn't help but feel like this had happened before, and she felt more and more on edge. She remembered how the crew entered the building, and how the obligator said Camon could only bring one of them into the waiting area. It was, of course, her. She entered the waiting room with Camon.
She froze in shock. Sitting right there, among the other waiting nobles, were Kelsier and Dockson. They were from her dream! They weren't supposed to be real!
She hurried to catch up with Camon and attend him as he ate the complimentary snack cakes. Even if those were Kelsier and Dockson and not actual noblemen this was not the place to talk to them. A skaa urchin talking to a strange nobleman unprompted was a good way to get killed. Her mind raced as she waited, could the dream be something more than a dream? Could she actually be mistborn?
Was Elend out there?
Camon was finally called in. As she somehow knew, it wasn't Prelan Laird. It was a High Prelan named Arriev. Camon gave his pitch and the High Prelan looked unconvinced. It was time to make a decision. If her dream could be trusted, soothing the High Prelan would get the entire crew killed. If the scam failed, however, Camon would almost certainly beat her near to death.
[] Soothe the High Prelan
[] Do not Soothe the High Prelan
Oh. She thought, It was just a dream.
Around her slept the fellow thieves of Camon's crew. She was back in the skaa slums. If she had ever really left. The dream felt so real that it seemed as if it was memories, but it was just too fantastical. Her, a mistborn able to kill inquisitors? Saved from her life of crime and married to a nobleman heir?
She snorted, before turning over to go back to sleep. It was a good dream, but it could only be a dream.
-
Vin pondered as she ate her crust of bread for breakfast. The dream hadn't faded as most would. Could her Luck really be Allomancy? It seemed crazy, but she hadn't been able to think of it as Luck rather than Brass since she woke up. And it felt like such a tiny and minuscule amount even though it wasn't.
She sat in her corner of the ash stained hideout. Her back aching from the whipping Camon had given her yesterday. She had just about worked up the nerve to try gnawing on one of the pewter mugs to see if she really was crazy or not, when Camon took out his watch and declared that it was time as he looked at her.
The trip to the Canon of Finance office was full of deja vu. Vin couldn't help but feel like this had happened before, and she felt more and more on edge. She remembered how the crew entered the building, and how the obligator said Camon could only bring one of them into the waiting area. It was, of course, her. She entered the waiting room with Camon.
She froze in shock. Sitting right there, among the other waiting nobles, were Kelsier and Dockson. They were from her dream! They weren't supposed to be real!
She hurried to catch up with Camon and attend him as he ate the complimentary snack cakes. Even if those were Kelsier and Dockson and not actual noblemen this was not the place to talk to them. A skaa urchin talking to a strange nobleman unprompted was a good way to get killed. Her mind raced as she waited, could the dream be something more than a dream? Could she actually be mistborn?
Was Elend out there?
Camon was finally called in. As she somehow knew, it wasn't Prelan Laird. It was a High Prelan named Arriev. Camon gave his pitch and the High Prelan looked unconvinced. It was time to make a decision. If her dream could be trusted, soothing the High Prelan would get the entire crew killed. If the scam failed, however, Camon would almost certainly beat her near to death.
[] Soothe the High Prelan
[] Do not Soothe the High Prelan
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[X] Soothe the High Prelan
Do we care about the crew? Were there actual friends there or just assholes? It's been a long time since I've read Mistborn.
Do we care about the crew? Were there actual friends there or just assholes? It's been a long time since I've read Mistborn.
At this point in time, Vin is largely a slave to Camon (de facto if obviously not de jure) and when she considered running away, the guy who she considered asking for help betrayed her, so... Not a huge amount of love there, no.
Soothing the high prelan gets her identified as a super-illegal skaa allomancer and puts her on the radar of the Steel Inquisition who are (even by the standards of Mistborn) bad news.
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Anchises
Leader of the Coconut Tree Fremen
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Camon deserves to get his throat slit ASAP but we might be able to save the rest of the crew. Most of them were pretty normal Skaa thieves. Getting Kel and Dockson to notice us to has to be our top priority however imo.
Aranfan
Team Plasma Grunt
Oh, that's not the good part. The good part was escaping camon, becoming a mistborn, finding love, etc. Her getting the crew killed is a bad part that she felt guilty about.
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[X] Soothe the High Prelan
Screw Camon. Screw him hard.
Screw Camon. Screw him hard.
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[X] Do not Soothe the High Prelan
No fate but what we make. Shake things up immediately.
No fate but what we make. Shake things up immediately.
One thing I'm wondering: if we did decide to soothe them, would we necessarily get caught this time? Vin has a much better understanding of what she's doing, and might be able to get away with it, especially if she's got some copper. Just need to not brute force it so the prelan doesn't catch on. Does run the risk of the deal not going through, though. Still might be worth it, depending.
They suspected the presence of a misting, which is why they brought in a prelan trained to recognize allomancy, who was able to ID her influence, in spite of minuscule amounts of power being in play.
The Steel Inquisitors were keenly interested, because they suspected her parentage.
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Aranfan
Team Plasma Grunt
[x] Soothe the High Prelan
Everyone betrays everyone else. That's just the way life is.
Guiltily, Vin soothed High Prelan Arriev. As she expected, the Obligator smiled and granted the request of "Lord Jedue". The contract gotten, Camon went to get the money and Vin shuffled along besides him.
She had just consigned her entire crew to death. She knew it in her bones. Kelsier and Dockson would stop the tails this time, but they'd track Camon down again looking for her. This time she had betrayed them. Just like Reen always said she would. Did she even deserve to be on Kelsier's crew now? These thoughts troubled her the entire way back to their hideout, walking through the ashfall under the red sun.
She went to her bedroll, and took inventory of her possessions. A pebble from each of the cities she'd visited, Reen's obsidian piece, and her earring. She considered the earring for a moment. She hadn't worn it because it made her look more feminine, but it certainly helped against Marsh when Ruin had control of him, just like Kelsier had said it would. She put the bronze stud in her ear, the pebbles and obsidian she put in her pockets.
That done, she went into the common room where Camon was showing off the haul. Three Thousand Boxings was a lot of money. More than the crew would typically make in a year. She, however, had eyes only for the pewter mugs. She gnawed on one under the guise of drinking water. Waiting. Sure enough, as she waited she realized she had a very small reserve of pewter in her now. She was Mistborn.
Sure enough, as her dream knowledge had predicted, it wasn't too long before Kelsier slammed open the door. He was exactly as she had remembered. Tall and hawk-faced, with light blond hair and a cocksure grin, arms laced with scarring from the Pits of Hathsin. His eyes scanned the room, resting briefly on her before moving on.
Camon was the first to realize who it was, "The Survivor of Hathsin… It is an honor Master Kelsier."
But Kelsier ignored him as he entered the room, followed by Dockson. "You lot, all owe me a great debt." He let that hang for a moment before gesturing to Camon, "This fool went directly from the Canton of Finance back to here, he was followed by two Ministry scouts, a high ranking Prelan… and a single Steel Inquisitor."
There were gasps. Steel Inquisitors were known to be terrifyingly powerful mistborn.
Kelsier's grin vanished, "I have dealt with them, saving all of your lives. I require payment for services rendered."
Camon struggled with himself a moment before saying "I can give you half of the take." Kelsier merely raised an eyebrow, and Camon grunted before pushing the coffer containing the entire take across the table towards Kelsier.
"Good. Dox, where were we going to hold the meeting tonight?"
"I was thinking Clubs's shop." Dox replied.
"Hardly a neutral location, especially if he decides not to join."
"True."
Kelsier walked to the table with the coffer. "I'm planning a job in the area, and will require the use of your safehouse for a few hours." He opened the coffer and took out what looked like fifty or so boxings. "I'm sure this can be arranged."
Camon just nodded.
"Good, now all of you get out."
"What?" Camon protested.
"Get out. I desire to have a private conversation with Mistress Vin."
Everyone turned to look at you and you just curl in on yourself to look smaller.
"Alright," Camon said getting up, "You heard the man, out the lot of you!"
As the crew was leaving Kelsier spoke up again, "Camon. When I said 'private' I meant I don't want those four men behind the peepholes spying on us either." Camon blanched, "Do not betray me Camon, you have already gained the attention of the Steel Ministry, do not make an enemy of me as well." Vin felt a pressure on her emotions.
Camon nodded jerkily and went to the stairwell. Shortly there was the sound of footsteps from behind the peepwall. Kelsier was looking at her.
She had a decision to make.
[] Tell them about the dream. If you can't trust Kelsier and Dockson you can't trust anyone.
[] Play dumb, Ruin can hear anything you say out loud.
Everyone betrays everyone else. That's just the way life is.
Guiltily, Vin soothed High Prelan Arriev. As she expected, the Obligator smiled and granted the request of "Lord Jedue". The contract gotten, Camon went to get the money and Vin shuffled along besides him.
She had just consigned her entire crew to death. She knew it in her bones. Kelsier and Dockson would stop the tails this time, but they'd track Camon down again looking for her. This time she had betrayed them. Just like Reen always said she would. Did she even deserve to be on Kelsier's crew now? These thoughts troubled her the entire way back to their hideout, walking through the ashfall under the red sun.
She went to her bedroll, and took inventory of her possessions. A pebble from each of the cities she'd visited, Reen's obsidian piece, and her earring. She considered the earring for a moment. She hadn't worn it because it made her look more feminine, but it certainly helped against Marsh when Ruin had control of him, just like Kelsier had said it would. She put the bronze stud in her ear, the pebbles and obsidian she put in her pockets.
That done, she went into the common room where Camon was showing off the haul. Three Thousand Boxings was a lot of money. More than the crew would typically make in a year. She, however, had eyes only for the pewter mugs. She gnawed on one under the guise of drinking water. Waiting. Sure enough, as she waited she realized she had a very small reserve of pewter in her now. She was Mistborn.
Sure enough, as her dream knowledge had predicted, it wasn't too long before Kelsier slammed open the door. He was exactly as she had remembered. Tall and hawk-faced, with light blond hair and a cocksure grin, arms laced with scarring from the Pits of Hathsin. His eyes scanned the room, resting briefly on her before moving on.
Camon was the first to realize who it was, "The Survivor of Hathsin… It is an honor Master Kelsier."
But Kelsier ignored him as he entered the room, followed by Dockson. "You lot, all owe me a great debt." He let that hang for a moment before gesturing to Camon, "This fool went directly from the Canton of Finance back to here, he was followed by two Ministry scouts, a high ranking Prelan… and a single Steel Inquisitor."
There were gasps. Steel Inquisitors were known to be terrifyingly powerful mistborn.
Kelsier's grin vanished, "I have dealt with them, saving all of your lives. I require payment for services rendered."
Camon struggled with himself a moment before saying "I can give you half of the take." Kelsier merely raised an eyebrow, and Camon grunted before pushing the coffer containing the entire take across the table towards Kelsier.
"Good. Dox, where were we going to hold the meeting tonight?"
"I was thinking Clubs's shop." Dox replied.
"Hardly a neutral location, especially if he decides not to join."
"True."
Kelsier walked to the table with the coffer. "I'm planning a job in the area, and will require the use of your safehouse for a few hours." He opened the coffer and took out what looked like fifty or so boxings. "I'm sure this can be arranged."
Camon just nodded.
"Good, now all of you get out."
"What?" Camon protested.
"Get out. I desire to have a private conversation with Mistress Vin."
Everyone turned to look at you and you just curl in on yourself to look smaller.
"Alright," Camon said getting up, "You heard the man, out the lot of you!"
As the crew was leaving Kelsier spoke up again, "Camon. When I said 'private' I meant I don't want those four men behind the peepholes spying on us either." Camon blanched, "Do not betray me Camon, you have already gained the attention of the Steel Ministry, do not make an enemy of me as well." Vin felt a pressure on her emotions.
Camon nodded jerkily and went to the stairwell. Shortly there was the sound of footsteps from behind the peepwall. Kelsier was looking at her.
She had a decision to make.
[] Tell them about the dream. If you can't trust Kelsier and Dockson you can't trust anyone.
[] Play dumb, Ruin can hear anything you say out loud.
[X] Play dumb, Ruin can hear anything you say out loud.
They can be told later. When there's metal plates around.
They can be told later. When there's metal plates around.
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- an unseen void
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[X] Play dumb, Ruin can hear anything you say out loud.
There are smart ways to hack fate and dumb ways to hack fate. Plus we don't have any relationship points ground up with these guys yet.
There are smart ways to hack fate and dumb ways to hack fate. Plus we don't have any relationship points ground up with these guys yet.
Anchises
Leader of the Coconut Tree Fremen
- Location
- Germany
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Ruin is going to realize shit is weird soon enough but tipping him off now seems very risky. I want to start derailing when we are in a more secure position. Telling Dockson and Kelsier about the dream now tips our hand very early.