[I've just been Tempted with this since I'm rereading at the moment I guess. But Vin here is from Brandon Sanderson's Mistborn trilogy of novels. She grew up on the streets and then joined Kelsier and his crew to try pull off the most insane heist/take over of the Big Bad, basically. Info regarding Allomancy, her particular abilities regarding sculling back metals are in her journal. She is used to a spy/bodyguard/assassin sort of role back home, essentially. I figure in taking her from the Well of Ascension, near the end of the second book where she's in her later teenage years.]
01
[Vin is not so used to beeping. Technology is nowhere near this advanced back home so she's rather disoriented and confused as to what exactly the robots even are, though she does stand and shift when she sees the 'move' request. She sidesteps awkwardly, glancing around seeming rather lost and dazed, rather on edge and alert as she tries to take in the unfamiliar surroundings.]
What....where is this? Elend?!
[Given she last recalls finding the Well. Last recalls shoving that thing down Elend's throat. Well. Of course she had been right with him and assumes he has to be here somewhere too. Which might be in how she ends up finding and waking others? Or generally starts to wander and explore, if cautiously, glass dagger out at the ready. Though not right in anyone's face if she gently nudges them awake with a hand to the shoulder.]
You should probably get up. Are you alright?
02:
[She. Has no idea what to make of this ear piece. Or that voice when she can't see who it is. They didn't have radio or phones or anything of the sort back home so all of this is rather new and bizarre to her as she glances around expectantly in hearing someone speaking.]
Where......are you.....?
[But it's quickly enough clear that whoever was speaking wasn't there with her exactly. Even if Vin has no idea what an AI is. When she gets the map she follows it to the infirmary, at the least in checking if maybe Elend was there? She could at least check. Though what she finds there might mostly be foreign to her in having such treatments and the like available compared to what they have back home.]
03:
I'm....not so used to sharing a room with others. Not any more.
[So uh. Apologies about this young woman who regularly back home enters via a window and is up at all hours and barely sleeps. At least at the moment she isn't necessarily accompanied by her huge wolfhound Kandra? But she will still claim a bed anyway. May as well. Not that she sleeps much or even has much if anything of sentimental value.]
But I'll try not to keep you up or anything. I'm Vin.
[Says the tiny waif of a young woman of about nineteen or so, perching on the bed with the view of the door.]
4.0
Hm. I assume most of these weapons would use metal. I wonder if I could still figure another glass dagger here....
[It's just. Habit. To avoid having metal on her person besides her earring and the obvious of her vials of metal flakes mixed with alcohol to chug down to restore her supply in using it with Allomancy, a pouch of coins to pay for things, to use in battle or getting around. Vin picks up one of the spare daggers, inspecting it with narrowed eyes in noting the weight, the metal used in creating this.
Whether there were any other Allomancers, she's just so used to being cautious on having metal. So other Allomancers couldn't use that to their advantage against her in a fight.]
5.0
There's so much.....? We can just. Take however much we want?
[Back home given the siege they had been dealing with and all. Well. Food was more scarce. They were rationing. And she had grown up on the streets. She's much less accustomed to having plenty of food than most. So of course Vin is just staring wide-eyed at all the food. She doesn't even recognize some of this either for that matter.
Probably old habits would die hard and she would pilfer some to take back to her room for an emergency supply. To have to snack on later just in case. As if it would all be gone by the time she was next hungry.]
8.0
[Vin is rummaging through the supplies to find anything that might seem familiar. She's also discovering a lot she has no idea on. Such as the CD as she holds it up and frowns, raising an eyebrow as she pouts in wondering aloud what exactly it was. What id did.]
What is this? Some sort of weapon you throw?
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Vin Venture l Mistborn
01
[Vin is not so used to beeping. Technology is nowhere near this advanced back home so she's rather disoriented and confused as to what exactly the robots even are, though she does stand and shift when she sees the 'move' request. She sidesteps awkwardly, glancing around seeming rather lost and dazed, rather on edge and alert as she tries to take in the unfamiliar surroundings.]
What....where is this? Elend?!
[Given she last recalls finding the Well. Last recalls shoving that thing down Elend's throat. Well. Of course she had been right with him and assumes he has to be here somewhere too. Which might be in how she ends up finding and waking others? Or generally starts to wander and explore, if cautiously, glass dagger out at the ready. Though not right in anyone's face if she gently nudges them awake with a hand to the shoulder.]
You should probably get up. Are you alright?
02:
[She. Has no idea what to make of this ear piece. Or that voice when she can't see who it is. They didn't have radio or phones or anything of the sort back home so all of this is rather new and bizarre to her as she glances around expectantly in hearing someone speaking.]
Where......are you.....?
[But it's quickly enough clear that whoever was speaking wasn't there with her exactly. Even if Vin has no idea what an AI is. When she gets the map she follows it to the infirmary, at the least in checking if maybe Elend was there? She could at least check. Though what she finds there might mostly be foreign to her in having such treatments and the like available compared to what they have back home.]
03:
I'm....not so used to sharing a room with others. Not any more.
[So uh. Apologies about this young woman who regularly back home enters via a window and is up at all hours and barely sleeps. At least at the moment she isn't necessarily accompanied by her huge wolfhound Kandra? But she will still claim a bed anyway. May as well. Not that she sleeps much or even has much if anything of sentimental value.]
But I'll try not to keep you up or anything. I'm Vin.
[Says the tiny waif of a young woman of about nineteen or so, perching on the bed with the view of the door.]
4.0
Hm. I assume most of these weapons would use metal. I wonder if I could still figure another glass dagger here....
[It's just. Habit. To avoid having metal on her person besides her earring and the obvious of her vials of metal flakes mixed with alcohol to chug down to restore her supply in using it with Allomancy, a pouch of coins to pay for things, to use in battle or getting around. Vin picks up one of the spare daggers, inspecting it with narrowed eyes in noting the weight, the metal used in creating this.
Whether there were any other Allomancers, she's just so used to being cautious on having metal. So other Allomancers couldn't use that to their advantage against her in a fight.]
5.0
There's so much.....? We can just. Take however much we want?
[Back home given the siege they had been dealing with and all. Well. Food was more scarce. They were rationing. And she had grown up on the streets. She's much less accustomed to having plenty of food than most. So of course Vin is just staring wide-eyed at all the food. She doesn't even recognize some of this either for that matter.
Probably old habits would die hard and she would pilfer some to take back to her room for an emergency supply. To have to snack on later just in case. As if it would all be gone by the time she was next hungry.]
8.0
[Vin is rummaging through the supplies to find anything that might seem familiar. She's also discovering a lot she has no idea on. Such as the CD as she holds it up and frowns, raising an eyebrow as she pouts in wondering aloud what exactly it was. What id did.]
What is this? Some sort of weapon you throw?
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