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Date & Time: December 1st, evening? Evening!
Location: In a park.
Characters: Fiona and YOU! Or you. Or that other you. :)
Summary: Fiona is taking some time to herself to think some things over, get some fresh air, admire the… scenery? Now would be an AWFUL time for someone to just appear and distract her. Or the best timing ever?
Warnings: Language duhduhduhit’sfiona.

Those Initiative bastards were really something else. Or, actually, they were a kind she had seen more times than she had wished to. Apologizing when tensions were raised high enough to stem some of the anger from the more trusting "transports". Truly, prisoner was the more appropriate word. The thought of it left her scowling at nothing but the trees as she walked around the park.

This could make things complicated. Even she had difficulty judging where to stand at this point. They were fools desperately grasping at nothing but air. The idea that those who came and went from this place was at random was even more disturbing news. Fools with power, perhaps. But how long would it be until the wrong sort came marching into their world and became its own threat against both sides at war? It was a dreadfully sickening thought and one she didn’t need to think of on top of the many other things. The answer then seemed almost obvious, but that was hardly the end of it.

The sun was almost set by the time she found someplace close enough to the center for her not to be bothered, even if her staff was already taking over for lighting the area. It was a bit too cold to simply sit and think things over though. No, it’d be a lot easier, and perhaps warmer to stand and walk some more. The park was at least a decent enough place to do so. And luckily, not so frequently visited by others. Or so she hoped.

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Vin went wandering the darkness. Though there was no mist in this place, and though she'd grown weary of the mist in her own world, she left her apartment by the window, burning iron, steel, tin, and pewter as she jumped from the sill and into the air. She ignored the small bag of coins at her hip, instead Ironpulling and Steelpushing on the bits of metal in the buildings around her to move swiftly through the darkening skies. She'd left her mistcloak wadded in a ball in her closet, and while she felt naked and vulnerable without it, she also felt good. Free.

Flaring iron, she Pulled herself toward a window on the side of a building. Then, dampening all her metals except steel, she burned duralumin and Pushed on the latch, sending her body shooting upward. As she reached the high point of her arching glide through the air, she unstoppered a vial and downed the alcohol solution that contained her metals, refreshing her steel and duralumin reserves.

Turning her standard metals back on, she rushed across the top of the building, flaring her pewter to strengthen her muscles and improve her balance. She vaulted over the edge of it, and then another, and then threw herself off the edge of a final building. Reaching into her coin purse, she burned steel. She dropped the coin and Pushed against it, a single, light push, and she landed with a dull thud on the ground.

Her tin enhanced vision picked up a bright light in the park nearby, and, curious, she decided to investigate, walking into the park with her hands by her sides, a curious expression on her face. There was a woman there, and Vin reminded herself this wasn't Scadriel. People here weren't afraid to go out at night, into the darkness. There was no mist, no mistwraiths. It was still weird.

"Isn't it late for a walk?" she asked with a frown, burning brass and zinc. With the brass, she pushed lightly on the woman's emotions, just the slightest bit, trying to make her a bit less suspicious.

The light from her staff brightened when the voice appeared and she turned about to face the sound's origin. One day, she would learn to stand under a light already provided in the park, and not use her own staff. The people here behaved like moths to a flame with anything even slightly amiss. It was possibly a good quality to possess, if not currently a frustrating one. At least it wasn't anyone she knew.

Folding her arms, she kept a mildly defensive stance even if she let out a snort from the criticism. "The same could be said of others, of course."

With an easy shrug, Vin alighted on a nearby bench, perching easily on the back of it and resting lightly on the balls of her feet. Pewter kept her balance. She dampened her tin against the bright light of the staff, but not so much so that she couldn't see into the darkness. She just had to squint a little when she looked at the other woman.

"I'm usually out at night," Vin said, which was true, but the reasons would probably go over this woman's head. The night was a Mistborn's natural home, except here there was no blanket of mist to conceal her. Which meant, by extension, there was no mist to hurt people.

"Do you? Or did you just need time to think?" And if the woman wanted to think, Vin would be off. She hadn't explored nearly as much of the city as she wanted. Luthadel had been her home for years; she knew the city blind. But this place, with its foreign architecture and alien buildings, made her uncomfortable. She needed to learn it like she knew Luthadel.

The girl choosing a place to perch gave Fiona a short sense of dread. She wasn't planning to stay was she? She hesitated with an answer, allowing a sigh to buy her some time. She knew plenty of people, or had come to know plenty of people, who would linger if only because she wanted them gone. Or worse, ones who would linger and then ask further questions. "I was thinking, yes. It's quiet here, and most, or so I had thought, would not bother to come here at night." She glanced toward the girl for her expression, although she didn't fully look her way. It was an extra aggressive nudge to get her to leave, but one Fiona felt needed to be made.

With a wry smile, Vin nodded. "People tend to show up places you least want them." That, at least, was true in her own life. And while she understood the other woman was trying to get her to leave, Vin wasn't about to. People out at night were dangerous to her way of thinking, and even though she wasn't home it was hard to shake that. Maybe this woman was a thief. Or had been, like Vin had.

Vin turned to regard her, a blatant stare. And her eyes narrowed. She stoked her tin, and then gasped. "You have pointed ears."

The sigh of relief that she was willing to leave clearly came too soon. The scrutiny was unwelcome, the gasp made it even worse. "Yes, I do." The words came out a little more irritated than she had intended. "I'm an elf. I take it your world doesn't have elves?"

Shaking her head, Vin peered more closely at the ears. A curious expression dances across her face for a moment, and then it's gone, concealed behind a mask of idle indifference. The kind that makes her easy to pass over. "No. No elves. Just kandra and koloss. And mistwraiths." Those, it seemed were unique to her world.

She rose from the bench, leaping nimbly to the ground. "I'll go if you'd like to be alone." She'd never much liked people invading her space, either.

For a moment she tilted her head to the side in wonder. No, she had never heard of those races, although the mentioning of anything like a wraith gave her pause. Still, what did this girl qualify as? She seemed human enough but that was likely a common mistakes along the lines of pointed ears.

Doing her best to soften her tone after the previous irritation, "yes, I would. If you don't mind." Of course, she could always leave herself, it was a second option to consider.

With a nod, Vin looked upward, into the night. The nearest bit of metal was too far away to Pull on, so she reached into her coin purse and tossed a coin onto the ground. She turned back to the woman, the elf, and said, "Have a good night, then, I guess."

She took two steps forward and jumped, body hanging over the coin for a bare second before she burned steel and pushed, shooting herself into the air.

Lance had spent most of his day looking for an acquaintance of his and had finally made his way to the park. The sun had almost set and the shadows were growing ever longer. The darkness didn't bother him. In fact he felt more comfortable moving around at night. Less likely for people to notice him and get curious. That certainly didn't stop him from wanting to know what the light moving around further in the part was though and he moved to investigate.

He was a bit disappointed to find a woman walking around but, she was and elf...of sorts and that was interesting. Elves can't do magic back home.

"Are you making your staff do that or was it built to make light?"

The sound of another person's voice surprised Fiona. Had she not been walking, she may have even jumped from the sound. Instead she took a shorter step than her usual pacing and turned about to face them, eyes narrowed. The caution was a delayed exaggeration as if making up for her carelessness of being so absorbed in her own thoughts.

"I'm doing it, yes." She responded while raising an eyebrow at the question. It seemed odd to ask. Why devote such an elaborately carved tall, heavy stick for the sole purpose of a light source. And then carry it around in a world where items as small as one's finger could manage the same if not better. It finally occurred to her to ask, "why?"

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