voice & action, 35th metal

[godsays]

[ voice ]

There are... a lot of people.

[ Zane sounds tense; this is his request for help. How does one navigate crowds like this, which he's never seen before, except in situations of violence? How does he take this? ]

[ action ]

[ He tends to lurk and watch, too hesitant to participate. At least someone's made him dress the part; he carries himself enough like a nobleman, still, that waistcoat and trousers look natural on him. He is a young, well-off man, in appearance; just, quiet, and more likely to watch than participate. ]

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[shakenandlimp]

...there are. Always strange to have so many strangers milling about after a spell at sea. Why don't you come out on the lake a bit, I will show you how to splice a line.

[godsays]

[ Ah, so this would be familiar to Bush. Would be the sort of sensation he'd had before. It's not something Zane has had. The last port where they visited anywhere with people - Zane wasn't allowed out, then. For certain. ]

Tell me where.

[ And, after an exchange of locations, he'll pick his way down to that ship, his movements overly cautious, some of his natural Mistborn grace bleeding into uncomfortable stiffness. ]

[shakenandlimp]

[Bush lets out a low whistle on seeing him.]

Well, sir, you are looking quite the thing. If that ain't too familiar.

[He tosses a wink, to show that this new deference is only for the benefit of anyone looking on, and more for fun than for anything.]

Please-- this here is the Endeavor. She is a boat, not a ship, but she has sails and I'd like to show you how she handles.

[godsays]

[ It startles him - until he remembers, how he's dressed, how they should look. A hint of a smile, and the tension lessens, at least. He shakes his head, and moves, with real grace, over the edge of the dock and onto the boat. ]

They don't care that much about nobles and peasants here, do they?

[architrave]

Do you need some assistance? Getting to the lake might help; some of the museums might be emptier.

[godsays]

Emptier. [ Almost a laugh, but there's a nervousness underlying it. Emptier wouldn't be too hard. ]

[architrave]

I can come meet you; take you somewhere with very few people, if you'd like? It would be faster than you could manage on foot.

[godsays]

[ In another life, Zane would have refused this out of hand. He would never have extended any measure of trust for someone else to help him, especially when he didn't know what they wanted to get out of it.

Things have changed. ]

...yes. I would.

[ He names his location. ]

Thank you.

Voice

[fireincarnate]

Yeah. Yeah, there are. [Jean, too, sounds tense. She was hesitant about leaving the Barge at all, and now - there are so many minds, pulsing and prancing around her.

And the last time she shuttered herself completely, Mesmero got hold of her.

Worse than that - everything seems so frail, so fragile. It's like she's walking through a glass house.]

Do you need a break? I can - it'd be easy to find a place without many people. [Some place quite.]

Voice

[godsays]

Yes. I - yes.

It makes you tense? [ You, too? ]

Voice

[fireincarnate]

[Quietly.] Yes.

There are too many - too many ways it could all go wrong. [She's been hovering at the edge of the Barge, really, and still clinging to the idea that death isn't permanent, that the ship could contain her.]

Voice

[godsays]

Too many people to track.

[surrenders]

There's always a lot of people. You want to get away?

[godsays]

It makes me - cautious.

Yes. I do.

[surrenders]

How far away?

[godsays]

I don't know.

[heisrisen]

Fantastic, isn't it?

[He's not oblivious to Zane's distress; he just doesn't think shying away will do him much good, in the long run. He loves this, loves the press and the wonder, the eagerness of the era for exploration and progress. The life of it all. It's something he hopes he can impart to Zane, at least a little.]

[godsays]

[ He holds on a little too hard to the Emperor's hand, and then shifts it to his forearm when he thinks they might be watching.

Burning tin here might give him a heart attack. ]

Amazing.

[ And he means that, too. ]

[heisrisen]

[They're far enough back, the Emperor suspects, that even holding hands would be taken as a sign of close friendship, and nothing more, But doesn't press the matter either way.]

It reminds us of Home, a little. There's a...pulse you only get get in big cities, proud cities. Cities churning toward the future. It's almost distilled, here.

[godsays]

Rushing towards progress.

[ It's insane, to him. All this sight and sound; everything so new. New to them, too. It's a look towards the future unlike any he's ever seen before. People didn't act like this about new things, in the Final Empire. ]

The Lord Ruler didn't allow progress like this. Everything stayed the same, for a thousand years. Fashion, even.

[brbculling]

It's a city.

[What did you expect?]

[godsays]

I've been in cities before.

[brbculling]

Cities with no crowds?

[Arthas finds this unlikely :|]

[godsays]

Skaa don't act like this.

[(Anonymous)]

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