she took me back and stitched me up

[bumbles]

Date & Time: 9th October and onwards
Location: Clinic
Characters: Donny & open
Summary: follow-on from this network post, but your character doesn't have to have replied to that in order to drop by and give him info or whatever!
(annnnnd eventually it might just turn into a catch-all for later October logs? idk.)
Warnings: Depression, potential mention of death, murder and horribly injuries. Will edit as necessary and feel free to give me a heads up if you'd like to avoid any particular topics in our thread! c:


( Or, perhaps more accurately, the location is really "the place that is being constructed into a clinic." Though he spent a few days dedicated to fiddling in the VR room, he has his retreat there fixed, and there are more important things to focus on. The majority of the time he's in the clinic.

A. Fixing thing up. Right now, hiding his magic seems stupid, rather than helpful, and he's very carefully using his ability to manipulate metal to make the most of the materials that they have, reconfiguring the space to allow for maximum bed space, reinforcing the doorway, making a space for back up generators. There is zero meddling with the external structure, though, because that would obviously just be a really bad idea.

B. Paperwork - working on an inventory, working on patient records, going over notes for appropriate treatment for non-human Transports, trying to organize the (admittedly limited) medical texts that he lugged up on the flight. Save him from this plan or alternatively come and give him more stuff to... file or whatever.

C. Treating people - WHAT DID YOU DO. WHAT DID YOU DO.
Seriously though, what did you do because he needs to know so he can patch you up.

D. - idk man you guys probably have more ideas than I do )

Comments

[bumbles]

Oh.

( His own expression falters. )

A l-lot-- lot of p-people are scared of um, m-magic at home. They uh, idealise or g-get scared.

( So often with the extremes, as the metal peeling over his skin resolidifies into the band as he wraps his hand around it, gripping his wrist. )

[troublemancy]

[A nod.]

We were taught - and made - to be scared. [He pauses, and gestures, indicating a very tall and large person.] Inquisitors.

[bumbles]

( The first thing that comes to mind is the Spanish Inquisition but-- that's probably not the right thing. At any rate, the connection is enough to with what he said about the Ruler for it to be alarming. As it should be, he guesses. )

I'm-- I'm s-sorry they hurt p-people.

( The Inquisitors and the Lord Ruler. It's painfully genuine, the hitch in his breath, because he is so tired of people hurting. )

[troublemancy]

It's over now.

[Said quietly, and firmly. Kell nods, and then smiles again. He doesn't really enjoy discussing suffering.]

You can only use metal outside your own body?

[bumbles]

( There is something final to how Kelsier says it that is enough to push Donny to be quiet, but he won't forget. It's never over, that stuff, not really.

And a bit of confusion cast over his face. )

Um. I didn't-- think m-metal would b-be uh, inside.

( A frown. ) L-like-- iron in your b-blood?

[troublemancy]

[bro he's from way before that discovery.]

There's iron in blood?

[bumbles]

Oh.

( Stupid, Donny. He winces a little, something apologetic tugged at the corner of his mouth. )

Yeah. It, um-- w-well, it d-does a whole b-bunch. K-kinda-- hemoglobin? And enzymes. If you d-don't have enough you g-get uh, real t-tired.

( God he looks so awkward right now. Through a tight breath: ) Yup.

[troublemancy]

I have a lot to catch up on, it seems.

[Not perturbed at all. In fact, he seems rather enthusiastic and oddly nonchalant.]

Back to my question then - can you [he waves both hands, mimicking Donny's earlier movements, uncertain how to put it into words] with the iron in your blood?

[bumbles]

I have b-books.

( Brightly, before-- perhaps that was a joke, and suddenly he feels a little foolish again, thought he tries to shut it down. Do better than this, stop being so stupid, and there's a moment before he's trying to shake himself out of it, the only external indication a re-squaring of his shoulders. )

That, um, m-might be a little... advanced? Like, um, c-complicated. Iron isn't a b-big-- big p-percentage.

( That's a little better. ) What other m-metal-- d-did you mean? ( if it's okay to ask )

[troublemancy]

[Kelsier smiles brightly at Donny when he mentions books. Usually, he'd make a joke about them being silly, but Donny's earnestness is hitting his Spook buttons, and Kell was fond of the boy, despite what the crew thought. He was a good lookout.]

[He keeps smiling, although it's the soft, encouraging one from before, letting Donny speak.]

[Weighs a short pause, before he holds up his hands, fingers splayed, and folds them in as he counts.]

There are ten: iron, steel, tin, pewter, zinc, brass, copper, bronze, gold, atium.

[bumbles]

You'd... have those in your b-body?

( duuuuuuuuuuude. Also he's pretty sure there's more metals than that, more elements, but he's not exactly a science guy beyond the medical stuff he's learned. He might ask Max, and also, he doesn't want to be rude to Kelsier and pt him on the spot. That'd be rude. )

I, um. I c-could maybe m-manipulate them if uh, they were around? I d-don't work with uh, g-gold much.

( A sheepish grin: it's a bit pricey. )

[troublemancy]

Why, yes. [Feruchemists need to be touching it, and Allomancers swallow it, but Kell's not that open a guy. Besides, he likes to keep people guessing.]

[Kelsier nods at the mention of gold, oddly reticent.]

Gold... is a very strange metal.

[bumbles]

W-wow.

( That's crazy. He can't help but imagine opening your stomach up like a safe, entering in a combination and letting it swing open, to see gold ingots inside.

That's probably not what Kelsier means. Oh well. It's a good image. He can't quite help the curiosity, head canted as he watches Kelsier, forgetting himself a little as curiousity and his love for metals override his shyness a little. )

Why um, strange?

[troublemancy]

[Delighted that the subject of metal seems to help Donny relax, Kelsier wonders how much he can expand on the topic without giving anything away.]

They say it shows you the past. Strange, eh?

[bumbles]

Really?

( UGH METAL IS SO COOL but also wow Donny that was too much enthusiasm and he looks sort of embarrassed by and for himself for a second, gaze dropping and rubbing as his neck. )

Um. Y-yeah that's-- that's k-kinda weird. ( but also so cool. Although: ) Seems, um. Like it-- w-would be c-complicated. Is there m-much known about it?

( he feels so rude but metal. )

[troublemancy]

Really.

[Overpowering urge to pat Donny's shoulder. Kell resists, it doesn't seem like a good idea to him.]

Unfortunately, no. Gold is expensive, and a waste to burn.

[metal = super cool k.]

[bumbles]

Oh. Right.

( of course. His shoulders slump a little, as he realises how... stupid that question was. Of course it wouldn't just get uses to experiment. )

That... that m-makes sense. Sorry.

( For the stupid question. )

[troublemancy]

[A slight frown.]

You've nothing to be sorry for. It's a reasonable question.

[A pause, and then he opts to distract Donny with MORE COOL METAL.]

Atium is even rarer and much more valuable than gold. Have you any, here?

[bumbles]

( THAT'S REASSURING but he still feels a little silly simply because that is his default state of being. )

Atium? I d-don't-- I've n-never heard of it.

( Intrigued, before he clarifies - ) I m-mean we um, we m-might have it. I-- w-what does that d-do?

[troublemancy]

It can show you another's future.

[He holds up his hand and makes it tremble in a sort of "meh" and "a little" gesture.]

Only for a few seconds, but enough to win a fight, I'm told.