shakenandlimp | Eighth Evolution of Sail - Your only friend the gunner's daughter

[Dated pre-kitchen explosion, before the power failure is really noticeable]
[Filtered to wardens - minus Bianca, minus Mistborn]

I need a few good strapping lads, with sturdy arms and stout hearts, who are not afraid of the Mistborn inmates. The man named Zane has defied my authority like a fool; like a fool he shall suffer, and we shall restore some needful discipline to this lost vessel.

There will be, of course, rewards for your labors.

[Hall Spam- Zane, cronies, rescue party]
[The good lieutenant can walk softly when he chooses, and has at least one loyal -- or well bought-- crony to tell him Zane's comings and goings. He waits until Bianca is accounted for and Zane is alone, and then gathers his group and sets his trap.

He waits with his crew outside an empty room near where Zane must come-- with warnings, of course, that they are to have as little metal on their persons as possible. ]

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From:

mistconduct

Oh, I am in. Fucking in all the way. That shithead needs to be taken down a peg, he's been up in my face all fucking week. Between him and Slevin there is definitely something fucked-up going on here.

From:

shakenandlimp

Well done. I knew there were men of spirit to be found among this rabble. We shall get together and hand out his deserts when he has finished his shift at the spa.

From:

mistconduct

You really want to jump him? I mean, I don't know how much of his powers he's got left.

From:

shakenandlimp

I believe that he has enough he can spare, and I mean to ask young Benjamin to aid us as well. He shall not present a problem.

Bring no metal with you save a firearm-- he cannot burn lead that is lodged in his brain, that will make him think twice about resistance.

From:

mistconduct

I'm in if Benny's in. Give me a chance to put my gun back together and we'll get him.

From:

godsays

[ Zane is always cautious, always paranoid, but at times like this, he has pushed it consciously to the back of his mind. After his shift, when he's clothed again, when he's not under her eyes, his thoughts turn to Risen. Aslan. The one who endured every one of Zane's abuses, every cut and bruise, patient and absorbing because he thought it would do good. And it did - and now Zane owes him. Forever.

Being with Risen is what he looks forward to. Every day.

He goes to clean himself up by the inmate showers. He won't take the time to shower, to wash off the rose and sandalwood and smoke smell, but he does intend to wash the oil off his hands, run fingers through his hair.

He is not burning tin or pewter, though he has reserves of both inside his stomach, and not watching for an ambush. ]

Edited Date: 2013-10-29 01:29 am (UTC)

From:

shakenandlimp

[Bush announces his presence with the click of his pistol being cocked.]

I think you shall come with me, now.

From:

mistconduct

[Right behind Bush, Chris has managed to pull at least two other guns from his cabin's stash, and leveled them both at Zane's head. He's cowardly, but he's feeling way more confident now that it's two on one. He might not have been able to take Riddick, but Zane seems more his pace]

Surprise, motherfucker.

From:

godsays

[ He goes still. This may be a mistake, he knows, as he does it: attacking quickly, in the first moment, the first second can give him a valuable edge. But he doesn't want to get himself into greater trouble. He doesn't want to provoke anything that could be soothed.

Rapid-fire, he flares bronze, steel, brass; bronze tells him there are no other Mistborn nearby, brass to - as softly and subtly as he can - Soothe the both of them, nudge their emotions down to something a little less fever pitch. There is a technique with steel, to, to bend bullets away from the body, throwing something like a field out around the skin. It requires constant concentration, constant burning, and it works better on the old pistols - like Bush's - than the newer ones, like Chris's. Works better at long range than short. There's no guarantee that he could make it work here.

He keeps his hands visible, turns around slowly, doesn't reach for any new metal vials. He knows that would be an automatic punishment; he's stuck with what he has. A couple minutes of flared pewter, no more than that; a little more iron; a little more steel. He needs to find a way to defuse this. He should have been more careful. ]

If there's a problem, we should call Bianca.

From:

shakenandlimp

I think we have seen what Bianca's tenderness leads to; slack discipline and outright defiance.

Ben, his arms, if you please, and into that room there.

[He dislikes that informal 'Ben' the soldier insists upon-- but Bush wants to give that savage fighter no reason to sulk.]

Edited Date: 2013-10-29 10:22 pm (UTC)

From:

warisart

[Ben doesn't have any guns. He has a knife, the blade made of glass, but it's not in his hands. He doesn't need it.

Had Zane moved in the first second, Ben would have been ready: it's what he's here for, though he doesn't speak or make the overt threats the other two do. He doesn't even crowd around them, not with his speed. He can be within range at a moment's notice, and he watches from a few feet away with the silent intensity of some jungle cat with its prey in sight.

His attention stays on the target, but he moves to obey the command immediately. The X5 is well trained and deceptively strong: if he can get both of Zane's wrists, the hold he twists his arms into behind his back will be secure and solid, only painful if he struggles.]

Edited Date: 2013-10-29 10:41 pm (UTC)

From:

mistconduct

[Chris is standing only feet away from Zane, with one gun at his head and another aimed at his heart. If Zane's powers are working, Chris' bloodlust is rarely soothed away except with the promise of revenge killing. This is what he likes; ganging up on someone seemingly powerless, ready to grind them into the dirt. He doesn't even like Bush all that much, but he loathes Zane, and is willing to put up with a temporary partnership to give the Mistborn what's coming to him.

He steps back a foot to let Ben take over; good. His cowardly self won't let him go near Zane until he's certain he's incapacitated. Chris looks to Bush, curious about his own orders. He likes to be in charge, but this was Bush's idea and he'll defer to his authority.]

From:

godsays

[ He doesn't resist the hold. Not yet. His mind is racing, full of alternatives; resisting now means a test of strength, means spending pewter, and he still might get a better chance. A better opportunity, a moment when they've even just a little let down their guard. He could shove out with steel, counterbalance with a pull, and pewter might help make him a match to Ben - no, it won't make all the difference, but it would help. For as long as it lasted. ]

Don't make me do this.

I'm more powerful than you know.

[ He does resist being moved, Pulling on the floor beneath him to increase his weight. ]

From:

shakenandlimp

Oh, are you. With all your powers.

Not more powerful than Banner's devil self, I daresay.

[He leans close, speaking in a murmur for only Zane to hear.]

Your heathen lover has been meddling with Banner's patients-- mending their wounds. It is the sort of small mischief that might easily be overlooked once things have resumed their normal course, after all the affray is done. It might be forgotten.

But you will take what you have earned or he suffers at the hands of a man far worse than I.

[Apart, each of the men was a thorn in his side; together, they are an unholy union that vexes and enrages him, dogs at his mind. But he can play the one against the other-- fools that they are, with their perverted loyalties.]

From:

warisart

[Ben never bothers with posturing, either. He feels and smells the fear in the man under his hands, but he's confident in his own abilities, too.

Like when it becomes harder than he expects to move him, Ben merely applies more strength and twists his hold a bit more, shoving Zane towards the door as Bush speaks. He doesn't bother to listen, letting the accusations flow past like a river; he will be sound in his duties.

He waits for the struggle he can feel building beneath the mistborn's skin.]

From:

mistconduct

[Impatient, Chris bounces from heel to heel, eager for blood. He's not interested in Bush's personal vendetta; he's had it in for Zane for a long time]

Are you fucking shitting me? Come on, let's just kill him and get the fuck over it already!

From:

godsays

[ Bush is close, and Zane won't get a better chance. Not like this.

The threat is a miscalculation. Zane already believes this is all going to end. He already believes that they either drown, and die, now, or they become the other Barge. It doesn't matter which is truly the flood and which isn't. It ends. Punishment after this doesn't matter.

You see people. You don't see what they did. You see them. That's what Nathan said to him. And in this splintered instant, this broken second, he sees Bush, in truth. The failures written across him. The petty vendettas, and the insecurity, and yes, yes, he could destroy this man.

So now, when Bush is close, he acts.

He shoves hard against every gun in the room, every piece of metal on Bush or Chris. Pushing on the guns and Pulling on a metal bulkhead swings him into an arc, one that will slam Ben between him and the wall with shocking force if Ben doesn't get out of the way. His gamble is that he won't get fatally stabbed, not immediately - that he'll still be able to burn pewter and fight if he does. ]

From:

shakenandlimp

[Bush's pistol fires wide into the wall as it is Pushed-- as his shoe buckles drag at his feet under him, as his buttons drag his shirt taut.

He snarls and reverses his grip on the spent weapon with practiced ease, and brings it a crashing blow down on Zane's temple.]

You little beast-!

Ben, stand away-- Mister D'Amico, shoot him dead!

From:

warisart

[Ben feels it coming, but the one thing he can't anticipate is what, exactly, it will be. An attack certainly but the other two wardens stumble unpredictably and then there's a shot, and then Zane is moving.

The X5 slams into the wall but he rebounds with the momentum, shoving back into Zane with the grip he maintains on his wrist, twisting with the intent to break bone at the same time as he punches for the inmate's head, precise and swift.

He ducks and blurs out of range, anticipating the next gunshot.]

From:

mistconduct

[Zane pushes the guns but Chris knows his powers; knows he has to hang onto his weapons no matter what, even as he's knocked backwards, falling off his feet and onto the floor.

But he comes back, climbing to his feet and raising his guns again. He won't be taken down, not by this chump.

Happy to oblige Bush's orders, Chris unloads both gun clips as fast as he can into Zane, stepping back away and waiting for Ben to clear the scene. He pumps the Mistborn with as much lead as he can muster, and when his guns are spent he drops them, scooting back away and waiting for the man to go down at last]

Fall, you fucker!

Edited Date: 2013-10-30 10:59 pm (UTC)

From:

godsays

[ He burns Steel. Like he never has before; the bullets are a storm, a flood, but he bends them away. Feels an impact in his thigh and another at his shoulder. Palm pressed to his temple where the gun hit, other hand against the wall, his eyes wide-wild and his breathing fast.

A sharp gesture of his hand, and any bullets loose are gathered and thrown at lethal speeds - not aimed, unlikely to hit anyone, but maybe enough to buy him a little more time. He has pewter flared now, running out faster than it should, but without it his leg might buckle.

In the same movement that gathers the swirl of bullets, he throws one of his knives at Ben, a smooth pull from the thigh sheath to the air. ]

From:

shakenandlimp

[Bush pulls out a new weapon-- it was to be the instrument of Zane's punishment, and is no real fighting weapon, but the slim rattan cane can deal its own vicious type of damage.

He strikes for Zane's hand, before another knife can be thrown to follow the first-- only to scream in pain as his hand is pierced instead by one of those stray bullets.]

From:

myironeyes

[His bronze is back. Only half-strength, unlike the powers the wardens considered useful, but between hemalurgy and years of savanting, Marsh's range with half his bronze is a little further than Zane at full. The pulses aren't Vin or Kelsier - he keeps track of them both as well as he can. Pewter and steel, both flared, both close to running out - it's a fight that Zane is probably about to lose, soon.

He and Zane have never been - close. Zane is too tangled in Bianca, and Marsh hates her with the quiet, stony, endless hatred he once reserved for the steel ministry. But Zane cares for him, in some strange way, and watching him struggle against the madness of his spike gave Marsh dim hope that someday Kelsier might do the same. It's an odd, disjointed bond, but Marsh wants to help him.

Marsh hears the shots as he runs.

He shoves the door in, interposes himself between Zane and Ben as fast as he can. There's no finesse to it just hurtling forward, a deliberate collision course. He can't quite bring himself to draw his axes, not yet, but if he can keep Ben occupied the others shouldn't be difficult.]

From:

godsays

[ The bullet was sheer luck, and it's in the next instant that he runs out of pewter. He had even less than he thought, or he was flaring it too hard to stave off the effects of the gunshots. So the pain from both hits him at once, turning his motion into a stagger.

Marsh's arrival is the only thing that prevents him from certainly, certainly losing this fight. He allows himself a split-second to gape, and then he pushes into motion, attacking Bush. He moves to disarm the sailor, drawing a knife as he does so. ]

From:

shakenandlimp

[It is easy to knock the rattan away from the officer's punctured hand-- but even in his pain he swings with his left hand, a wild, maddened blow with the full force of his heavy body behind it.]

From:

godsays

[ Just as Zane flares tin to try and clear his head, the blow strikes and flings Zane down, dashing him against the wall. It is enough to stun him, disorienting; he grapples for what to do next, weakened, in pain - tries to gather his shattered thoughts. ]

From:

shakenandlimp

[Weaponless and heedless, Bush simply pounds Zane, his bleeding hand pressed against his chest.]

From:

tentacruelest

Chris, meanwhile, had had more than enough. He's ready to end this, and has taken the time to step back and reload his guns. Now fully armed, he takes aim with both hands, centering his guns at the small of Zane's back to cripple him...

...and just as swiftly, is torn back from his shot by a large, furious pirate captain.

Davy Jones has seen too many of the cruelties his warden has inflicted on himself and others, and has kept relatively silent because it is, in his mind, all of the normal harsh ways of a life at sea. He too was not so different, weeks and even days before he came to the Barge. But a change of heart landed him both his death and his place here as an inmate, to be shown firsthand the error of his ways in turning from the cruel life of the sea.

But the flood has instilled some new, fearsome courage in him. Here, he'd been shown a way to a new and better life, without cruelty or meanness of heart, where the strong don't prey upon the weak and bad men can turn good again.

But they won't get the chance, if his bloody warden doesn't stop beating Zane to death.

With a roar, he casts the teenage boy in his hand aside with alarming strength, hearkening back to an age where he had a claw for an arm and was significantly more shellfish than man. Not stopping, he charges forward and punches Bush in the nose with muscle befitting a man who's lived many a lifetime aboard a ship.

Edited Date: 2013-11-02 01:21 am (UTC)

From:

godsays

All he'd needed was a moment. A second to breathe, and to flare tin, make the burst of pain force him back into coherence. He's strong without the pewter, too. He can handle this.

He finds anchor points in all four walls, floor and ceiling, something that never would have been possible where he comes from. And he springs off, flying at Bush feet-first so he would dash him against the wall. Gravity doesn't matter, not when Zane has steel and iron; he can move with impunity, use every corner of the room. He won't be pinned down again, no matter how much pain he's in. He won't. He won't.

From:

warisart

[The bullets are more than Ben is willing to bother with and he blurs back, far back, out of range of the whirlwind of lead going on around Zane. This is why he doesn't bother with projectile weapons, but here and now they're just one of many threats, which run themselves out eventually.

He's on his way back in when the knife whistles past, slicing through the top layer of skin and muscle on his arm and drawing him up short, and then Marsh is in his face.

The X5 reacts, striking out with one fist and then the other, then ducking to a side though it's just with regular agility and not his transgenic advantage. If he gets around to where he can strike a clear blow at the base of Marsh's skull he should go down for the count, and Ben can return his attention to his fellow wardens and the other unruly inmate.]