18th metal . spam . duration of flood

[godsays]

[ Zane keeps to the deck as much as possible. (It doesn't occur to him to use the CES, unless someone points it out.)

He balances on the railing easily, as naturally as if he was standing on solid ground. Darts along it, trying to see the bottom of the endless well of stars, if there is one. Maybe he tosses a coin out into the emptiness and Pushes it down, trying to see if it ever stops.

Otherwise, he'll be on top of the greenhouse, climbing things, staying as high as he can.

When he's belowdecks, he similarly tries to stick to open rooms and high places. Between them, he moves quickly, with the awareness of someone who is ready for attack.

He also steals bits of metal, wherever he can. Cutlery, coins. Whatever he can find. ]

[ ooc: replies from venturemistborn. ]

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[runslikethewind]

Then it won't hurt to tell me.

[venturemistborn]

It wouldn't help either.

[runslikethewind]

Are you being obtuse on purpose or do you really just talk like that? [And she's still being friendly about it. Boys were strange, so you had to give them some leeway.]

[venturemistborn]

I don't know what's so strange about it.

Why should I talk about what I am?

[runslikethewind]

Why shouldn't you? [With that she reached for the rail, and smoothly as a gymnast, pulled herself up on it in a balanced crouch. She gave him a little smile from there.] It's not like you aren't surrounded by other special beings.

[venturemistborn]

[ That she does that - shows her daring, as well as her coordination, her gracefulness - leaves him significantly more interested in her than he was. It shows, subtly: a slight lift of his chin, a focusing in his demeanor, a widening in his eyes. ]

Not my kind. If you were, I'd know.

[runslikethewind]

Obviously. I think the ears and eyes would have tipped you off first. [She stood smoothly, balancing like she was walking on solid ground. It was just like climbing trees for her.] What's your name?

[venturemistborn]

It doesn't make much difference how people look.

[ If they're Mistborn, then they're his kind. That's all. ]

Zane. What's yours?