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. ]

Comments

[shakenandlimp]

I am glad to do it.

It is a treat for me, too. Like going home. These streets aren't mind, but wind is wind and canvas is canvas, no matter what they've done with steam. [He says that with disapproval.] I have seen a steam navy, when we all had daemons. It wasn't a patch on a real navy.

[godsays]

[ He touches the boat, the lines of wood. ] Why is this better?

[ A real, if somewhat ignorant and offensive, question. ]

[shakenandlimp]

[Even a Mistborn is a landlubber and Bush forgives him for it open heartedly.]

Why, because of seamanship. What'll the discipline of the ship come to if the hands don't have to man the sails? What'll set good captains apart from bad-- even a French captain could manage a sea crossing if he could simply bull ahead under steam instead of making the best of the wind.

And they are so ugly, so dreadful ugly. No clean lines, all sooty and squat like a milkpail with iron cladding.

[godsays]

So it's better because it takes more work.

[ Somewhat bemused. That's really the opposite of what progress is supposed to be. ]

[shakenandlimp]

More skill. Better discipline. [More work. Bush is suspicious of simply charging across the sea, of the apparent idleness it'd induce in the crew. It is the sort of thing Hornblower would like, though, he suspects. ]

Bunch of complicated and new-fangled nonsense, if you ask me. [He doesn't quite sniff his disapproval, but he scowls a bit.]