#freelxncer

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​This job was getting more ridiculous as it went on. Sure the money was good... great, actually, but Malia wasn't sure it was worth all this trouble. Cardell had decided that not only would she liase with the police when it came to organising security, she would in fact out rank his own personal bodyguard team. So not only did she have to keep an eye out for the numerous psychotic threats to Sien's life, she also had to watch out for angry, petty bodyguards who didn't like taking orders from girls.

And all of this, in a stupid party dress.

"I can't fight like this," she grumbled, staring at herself in the mirror. She'd had to find creative ways of storing pewter vials in what little fabric she had to work with. And since that time she ran out and almost died, she'd been carrying no fewer than five vials at all times. Malia would have much rather worked in her own clothing, but Cardell had insisted she look inconspicuous since that was what she did. She felt ridiculous, and all her vials were weighing the dress down, making her uncomfortable.

With one last frustrated look in the mirror, Malia exited the dressing room and headed into the main ball room. Her eyes searched the slowly growing crowd. Where was Jace? Grump or not, she could use a semi-friendly face at the moment.

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     It had been a long week. Malia had been in and out of women's shelters and contacts homes through out the lower octants, dealing with victims of Elendel's latest creep. It was all she could do to contain her temper as she heard their stories. Brutalised in back alleys, and empty parks. Left alive to deal with the horror they were subjected to. Even just thinking about it made her fists clench tight, knuckles white with rage. Too many women had been bruised, battered and traumatised by this scumbag.

                                It ends now.

     It wasn't hard to make herself look like a potential victim. She was already female, small and weak looking. It had always been her advantage that no one would suspect someone like her of being a Thug, and it had come in handy more than once. Now especially. She had already swallowed a vial full of pewter, and she took comfort in the little ball of energy sitting in her stomach. 

     Most of the attacks had happened in the fifth district, so that was where Malia patrolled, putting herself in stupid places and waiting. It didn't take long for someone to pick up her trail. There was no way of knowing if it was the right scumbag. Not until he attacked her. But to be fair, she wasn't all that picky.

       She turned down a path that would take her through a large empty park, and stopped, playing the fearful girl. She looked around, eyes wide, but saw nothing. For a brief moment she thought that maybe she'd been mistaken. Then there was a crack behind her, and she immediately flared her pewter, just in time to take a bat to the side of the head.

     The force of it sent her sprawling, but her pewter allowed her to remain conscious. She scrambled her feet and made eye contact with her attacker. 

                                                                    There was no escaping her now.

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     "Oh... haha... well this is slightly embarrassing." She glanced around, looking anywhere but his eyes.

                                           "Hand me that towel?"

[elianecasuana]

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  The room stank of sweat and alcohol, and the sounds of shouting and laughter grated against Eliane's ears. This wasn't her first time in a den like this, but familiarity did not make the experience more enjoyable. She kept her hair pinned up under a street ear's cap so it wouldn't get pulled (a lesson learned early on in her career in skeevy fighting dens) and a loose jacket obscured her shape enough that she wouldn't be drawing eyes with her figure. Not passing as female was mostly out of the question, but there was no reason to flaunt it.

    What was bothering her was not the stench, the boisterous company, or cramped quarters. No, what was bothering her was the pulses coming from across the room.

    She's been practicing lately, listening to tracks of different kinds of Allomantic pulses, trying to commit them to memory. More difficult to practice was pinpointing a subject, but she'd picked up what she coudl and she'd been listening to those waves for the past half hour.

    Using a mixture of slipping through unobtrusively and shoving her way forward, she reached the edge of the ring to where Jace was sitting, watching the current match, the one he wasn't in. She laid a hand on his shoulder, trying to get his attention without shouting his name over the noise. Names were dangerous to say in places like this.

    "Hey."

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    Eliane stretched, pulling her apron over her head as she stepped out into the chill winter air. Everything felt sore after such a long shift. She shivered suddenly, drawing her arms around herself. She'd been inside so long she'd forgotten how cold it was outside. With the sun set, the wind had taken on a biting chill.

    She turned to Jace, secretly hoping he'd be in a better mood after talking to people in the shop. And if he wasn't in a better mood, perhaps she could help him find one.

    "So, what is this revenge scheme of yours, Jace? Should I be preparing for the worst?"

[elianecasuana]

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    Eliane woke up to early morning sun dappling her blankets, an arm wrapped around her securely, and someone warm holding her close. Harmony, but that felt nice. It took her a moment to realize that she was actually awake, that last night hadn't be a dream.

    Last night.

    It'd been a roller coaster of emotions, but she couldn't say she hadn't liked how it had turned out. She'd never been one to beat around the bush. Allomancers aside, she'd never been one to be hesitant or timid. Informants saw leads and they followed them. Hesitate, and the moment might be lost. If she saw something interesting, she went after it.

    And last night, whatever had started happening between Jace and her had certainly interested her. So she'd gone after it.

    Here they were, on the other side. This changed things. She wasn't sure how, but things were going to be different after this. That sounded like something complicated that they were going to have to talk through. Enjoying him pressed up against her? That was simple. So she pulled his arm closer around her and just lay there for a moment, savoring.

    But she had to be responsible eventually, so taking a deep breath, she turned over to face him. He had good reflexes and good instincts. She had a feeling the motion would be enough to wake him up. People in lines of work like theirs didn't tend to be heavy sleepers.

    She did realize that last night had been the first one she'd slept soundly through since Dier had returned. Not a single nightmare. That seemed a miracle in and of itself.

    "Good morning," she said, her voice slightly husky from having just woken up. "I think we might be a bit more than allies now."

[sinclxr]

Northern Park Coffee Transcript [7/31/14]

Sinclar entered the shop. 1:06 AM

Jace gives a little wave at Eliane as he walks in, taking a table. He's pleasantly surprised to see he didn't need to wait that long. 1:06 AM

Sinclar smiles at Eliane and then goes to sit with Jace, pulling out his briefcase 1:07 AM

Sinclar: You said you wanted it in just bolts of fabric, yes? 1:07 AM

Eliane nearly rushes over to tell Jace what's happened, but stops when she sees Sinclar. Carefully, she walks over the table. "Hey you two, can I get anything for you?" 1:07 AM

Sinclar: Can you get me a black coffee to go, El? 1:08 AM

Jace nods at Sin, "Yeah." and then turns his attention to El, "Top shelf. Surprise me." 1:08 AM

Sinclar opens the briefcase and pulls out the armor fabric, placing it on the table. 1:09 AM

Eliane can't quite hide a smile at how completely opposite the two orders are. Thankfully, both are quick. She's back at the table in moments, noticing the fabric. "Is that the same fabric you used with me, Sinclar?" 1:10 AM

Sinclar nods, smiling. 1:10 AM

Jace looks between the two, swirling his drink. Apparently everyone is buying armour from this guy. 1:10 AM

Eliane glances at Jace. "It's good stuff." She lifts up the corner of her black work shirt, revealing the closely fitted vest beneath. "Though thankfully I haven't had to test it in action yet." 1:12 AM

Sinclar suddenly realizes Jace is drinking alcohol and stiffens. 1:12 AM

Eliane had had it for the attack on the Rathfells, but well... she hadn't been the one to get shot on that one. In a way she was reassured that Jace would have some of his own next time. 1:12 AM

Sinclar 's hands curl up tightly in the hem of his jacket. 1:13 AM

Jace seems more interested in the fact it's close fitted t han the fact it works, "I'll take your word on it." He slides the agreed payment over to Sin, frowning ever so slightly at the stiffening. 1:14 AM

Eliane notices. She recognizes that look. She's felt that kind of thing before. "Sinclar... are you okay?" She shoots Jace a quick look like, 'what did you do'. 1:14 AM

Jace shoots an offended look like 'why would i do anything?????' 1:14 AM

Sinclar takes the payment and puts it in his briefcase. "I'm fine," he says, but it's an obvious--and terrible--lie. "I really have to go." He places some bills on the table with a quick strained smile for both of them. "Nice doing business with you." 1:15 AM

Sinclar heads for the door. 1:15 AM

Sinclar left the shop. 1:16 AM

Jace frowns. O...kay. He takes the fabric, watching Sin leave. He gives El a questioning look.

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    "...Thank you again, Tessa. I'm sorry to do this to you again, but you're a lifesaver. I'll see you soon."

    Eliane hung up the phone, silently thanking Harmony for Tessa Linden. She checked to make sure that the door to her bedroom was still shut, with her two new roommates sequestered inside where they'd be out of trouble for now, then headed back toward the kitchen/living room area to grab a wet cloth for Jace's side.

    Her apartment wasn't large, but she'd always felt it was enough for her. A small bedroom, a kitchen and living room combined, and a bathroom was really all she needed. It was clean, but not overly so. Papers on the table, a few books out of place on her shelves, just piled instead of placed back where they belonged. She wasn't overly concerned with neatness, just enough to keep things from looking messy.

    She carried the warm, damp cloth over to Jace, then sat in the chair next to him, looking slightly embarrassed. "I'm sorry that I got you shot, Jace. That Soothing hit and I... I didn't even think. There's a part of me that still can't quite believe I did that."