Alright wise guy, what are your thoughts on the theme(s) of the first Mistborn book. This is literally an excuse for you to ramble about it, have fun.
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So spoilers for Mistborn: The Final Empire! If you haven't read it, please beware because under the cut, Here There Be Spoilers
(and also beware, Very Long post under the cut!)
The big running theme in The Final Empire is trust. Who can one really trust? Is it worth it to put your life in the hands of other people? What says they won't betray you as soon as it becomes favorable to do so?
Honestly this really is what Vin's character arc in the first book is about. At the beginning of the book, she's trapped in a low-level street gang where everyone is always out to get everyone else. Heck, the second time the audience ever sees her use her powers is when she is helping her boss betray a business partner.
Vin's brother has beaten into her the idea that she can trust nobody, not even him. Everyone is always out to hurt her or take advantage of her, and if she does not prove her immediate worth to her group, then at best she will be kicked out.
This, of course, is not helped by the fact that she is part of the literal slave class! Which is a whole nother essay tbh.
Then Kelsier takes her in and everything changes. There's a scene early on in the book, after vin formally joins the crew, where Kelsier and his men are all laughing and enjoying themselves while plotting their Big Plan™. And Vin, who does not trust any of them, is on the outside, quite literally. She's outside the room, watching them plan, wishing she could be included but not allowing herself to, because at this point in the book she still thinks they could betray her at any time.
I think now is a really good time to mention that being a Mistborn is built on secrecy and paranoia. Mistborn are literally the nobility's assassins. They hide their identities under hoods that blend into the mist so as not to be seen. So their powers cannot be used against them or their Noble Houses. In broad daylight they have to pretend to be normal people, or at best, regular Mistings. They can't trust anyone with the truth that they are Mistborn.
(Heck, even a quarter of their powerset- Copper and Bronze- create mistrust. With Bronze, after all, one can hear the allomantic pulses of burning another metal. Copper, on the other hand, blocks that; the use cases for these two metals lies in paranoia that someone else can use their Allomantic powers against you.)
Anyways! So we've explored some of the different aspects of mistrust in Mistborn, so what's the counterargument?
In a word: Kelsier.
Kelsier shakes up everything that Vin believes about how relationships work. He introduces his crew as something different- despite being a thieving crew, they operate under a principle of trust and camaraderie. "My crews rely on trust," Kelsier says at one point. In direct contrast to the dirty, paranoid crews Vin worked with before, Kelsier's crew is welcoming, understanding, and trusting of her.
But Kelsier's trust isn't just talk, either. When we learn that the crew believes Mare betrayed them in their last heist, Vin asks Kelsier how he could love Mare even though she betrayed him. Kelsier answers that given the choice between loving Mare and being betrayed or never knowing her, he would choose loving her. "I'd rather trust my men than worry about what will happen if they turn on me."
In the same passage as above, Kelsier poses a question to Vin: where has she been happier? with the old crews that we built on lies and suspicious, or with Kelsier's crew, who trusted each other and let their guards down? It's a rhetorical question, and the meaning is clear: Vin and Kelsier both are happier for risking themselves in order to be loved.
I don't think I've nearly done this topic justice. There are a million more points I could pull out and point to, but I want to end with my favorite quote from The Final Empire. It's from Vin, in Chapter 32. She says:
“Once I may have thought you a fool, but… well, that’s kind of what trust is, isn’t it? A willful self-delusion? You have to shut out that voice that whispers about betrayal, and just hope that your friends aren’t going to hurt you... Distrust is really the same thing, only on the other side. I can see how a person, given the choice of two assumptions, would choose to trust.”
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FALCON IN THE DIVE - TERRY MANN AS A KELSIER SONG. AS T H E KELSIER SONG. it even says "I will survive"....
they do be huntin this man
he is basically cosmere jesus and he did not walk on water so this line fits
this is a very Kelsier paragraph
the first line reflects how Kelsier despite how much he might hate the final empire and the nobles, he refuses to stop smiling because he views that as letting them take away the final thing he has left
the second line reflects how he has a kind of flair to him he has a sense of wanting to be in the spotlight which shows in how he sacrificed himself
the third line reflects how what he is dedicating his life to is viewed by everyone around him impossible (killing the lord ruler)
another very Kelsier paragraph
Kelsier may have died before he got old but his soul very much did remain alive
considering the fact that he is allegedly doing some shit on other planets the line about the starts fits too
"i will survive|" is just kelsier
and the last two lines are also very good to summarize him because while it may not seem like it Kelsier is a cruel person
about Marsh's aspiration of overthrowing the lord ruler
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The Chase
A Mistborn era 1 drabble
Authors note: please forgive the dust, I haven’t been able to write much lately 😅. Anyway, rusty or not, I’m relistening to the series and had this fic pop into my head, so enjoy
Warning!!! This is, in fact, a tickle fic. So if no like, no read. Thank you
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Vin fled.
Burning steel, she pushed, lurching into the air away from one rooftop and crashed into the next. She tucked into a roll, coming back up running, flaring pewter to keep her balance on the slick surface. Her mistcloak flapped in the wind behind her like it had come alive, her hair whipping around her face, heart racing and breath quickening.
And she was grinning like a child.
Thinking fast, she dropped down into an ally below, slipping into the corner between some crates and the wall. She was cornered, but she was hidden in the shadows.
Kelsier had playfully decided Vins training may have been too easy. No real danger, no incentive to find another way out than a fight. Whether she had just caught him on a strange day or if he was actually considering *this* of all things to be good for sparring, she had no clue, but never in her life had she thought she’d be running away from him. Just as she never thought said escape would be triggered by a question she had never been asked, let alone considered.
“Vin, are you ticklish?”
Suddenly, she heard a thump against the rooftop above. She clutched a hand over her mouth, trying desperately to keep nervous giggles at bay. Vin chanced a look up, flaring tin to peer through the darkness and mist. He was there
“Boo.”
She scrambled to her feet, dashing down the alleyway, failing to keep quiet as she heard him leaping back and forth between the buildings above. Laughing like this would have been humiliating, but she was too focused on getting away at the moment to care. She shrieked as she heard a thump directly behind her. She felt a hand nearly grab the back of her cloak. Not daring to look back, she threw a coin down and steel pushed, taking to the sky again, and landing on the roof of a woodworkers shop. Clubs’ shop. Quickly, she crested the roof, nearly running over the poor apprentice Clubs had keeping watch tonight. She broke for the hatch to get into the shop, turning to the apprentice. “Just running from Kelsier, can’t explain!” She whisper-yelled before slamming the door shut.
Quickly, and as normally as one could muster in these circumstances, she made for the stairs to get into the main shop. Hiding in her room would be too obvious and she wasn’t comfortable hiding in someone else’s in case they should retire before she had either escaped. Or been found.
Vin crept down the stairs, unsurprised to find a few of the crew members having a nightcap around the kitchen table. Watching the windows, she peaked around the corner into the kitchen, catching odd glances from Breeze and Ham.
“Child, do you care to explain why you look as if you lead an inquisitor to our doorstep?” Breeze asked with a smirk, sipping his wine. “Is he here?” She whispered, though she knew if Kel was anywhere nearby he would hear her using tin. “Who?” Ham asked. “Kelsier!”
“Yes?”
She spun, Kelsier leaned against the doorframe leading into the storefront. Ham snickered. “I know that look kid, you should probably start running.” “Or praying,” Breeze corrected. “Last time it was Spook he was after. Poor boy, could have woken the dead with his screaming.” Ham laughed again. Vin backed away from Kelsier, not taking her eyes off him. “You knew?!” She cried accusingly. “You didn’t warn me?!” She backed through the doorway into the kitchen, Kelsier stayed where he was. “And let you get out of this? No offense Vin, but I think a good laugh would do you some good.” Ham said, a smile in his voice. Good natured as always.
She spun and vaulted the table, when she landed and looked back he had moved. He now stood next to the table where she was just standing.
“There’s no getting out of this, you can either give up or waste your breath running again.” He grinned, but not his signature grin, one much more sinister. She felt him using emotional allomancy on her, soothing away embarrassment and rioting her already rising giddiness. She couldn’t control the blush creeping across her face, cracking a nervous smile. “That’s the smile I’m looking for.” He teased. “Now, why don’t you come over here?” She shook her head, backing away more. “C’mon,” he urged, slowly moving around the side of the table. “We both know it will be easier this way.”
“Whatever you’re about to do, it better not spill my wine. This is a brand new coat, I’ll have you know.” Breeze chided, though he was watching intently.
Vin backed away more as Kelsier stalked closer, her grin widening. She felt her heart drop as her back collided with the wall. “Well now,” He said, tilting his head in a mocking way. “Looks like you have nowhere to go.” He lunged, and she dodged. Kelsier slammed into the wall just as she darted away, towards the doorway once more. Suddenly, her feet were swept from underneath her and she crashed to the floor. Turning, she saw Ham sitting with one leg “accidentally” placed in a relaxed stretch, directly in the path she had tried to take. He was studying the ceiling, whistling to himself. She felt hands wrap around each of her ankles, dragging her across the floor. Kelsier had caught her.
“No, no, no!” She shrieked, trying to kick his hands off. Anticipatory laugher poured from her as she grabbed at the floorboards, trying to find purchase. He released her ankles, quickly moving to sit on the back of her legs. She squirmed, trying to roll away, but he was much heavier than her. Opting to save her strength, she went limp, peering over her shoulder at Kelsier through disheveled hair. “Please,” she begged. He tilted his head again, playing dumb. “Please what?” “Don’t.” His grin deepened, leaning forward. “Vin, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Don’t what?” “Tickle me!”
She heard Ham hiss and Breeze chuckle. “She fell for it.” “They always do.”
“Why, Vin,” Kelsier leaned back, dramatically cracking his knuckles. “Why didn’t you ask earlier?”
She squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a high pitched squeal as he dug all ten fingers into her sides. She tensed, holding her laughter in. “Now don’t be like that, you asked for this, remember?” Kelsier teased, lightening his touch. Now that was unbearable.
Her resolve crumbled, letting out a stream of happy giggles. She clamped her arms to her sides as tight as she could, pressing her face into the floor. He wiggled his fingers between her sides and her arms, finding her ribs. He zoned in on the lower two on each side, ripping another squeal from her as she dissolved into cackling, shaking her head wildly. “Nahaha!! Not fair!!” She cried, risking lifting her arms to grab his hands. “Not fair?” He asked, shooting his hands up under her arms. She clamped her arms down again, bright laughter bubbling from her. “How is this not fair? You’re opening your spots up to me, you asked for this, you sound like you’re having a great time! How is this not fair?!” She didn’t respond. In all honesty, Vin was having fun. She couldn’t remember the last time she laughed like this, if she had ever laughed like this before.
He removed his hands from her sides, curiously spidering his nails across the small of her back. She jolted, looking back at him with wide eyes. Excited eyes. He scribbled again, this time keeping at it, scratching lightly. She burst into mad giggling again, squirming wildly. She made a grab for his hands, blindly searching for them behind her. He simply grabbed both her wrists in one hand, holding them down against her spine, using the other hand to reach up and spider around her shoulder blades. “Thank you, that made this easy.” “No!!” She shouted, cackling into the floor. She flailed, accidentally kicking him in the back. He paused, looking down at her. “Well,” he said, mock exasperation in his voice. “That was rude.” He got up momentarily, sitting back down on her legs before she could get away, but this time facing the other way. He grabbed one ankle, lifting it up to his chest. “How convenient that you tend to run around the city without any shoes on.” Her eyes bulged. “No! No! I know what you’re doing! Don’t you dare!” The two person audience laughed at her despair.
The bell on the door to the shop rang, alerting the group so someone entering. Sazed walked in, looking quite confused at the scene before him. “Master Kelsier, what are you doing with Mistress Vin?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, nothing Saz.” He said, tightening his grip on her leg. “Just helping her laugh a little. She had some stuck, you see, so I’m trying to help her get it out. Maybe with the blockage gone she won’t be such a grouch.”
“Ah,” the Terrisman said. “I see. Don’t let me stop you.” Vin looked at him incredulously. “She looks like she’s having fun anyway.” Her blush went scarlet. She planted her face firmly into the floor again, earning a laugh from the group.
“Alright, hold still, Vin.” Kelsier smirked. “This won’t hurt a bit.”
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