The Lost Metal: A Mistborn Novel

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Control Freak: Autonomy is this one, in a case of Dramatic Irony lampshaded by many of her own underlings. Despite wanting her followers to be rugged individuals, she's not afraid to pull a You Have Failed Me. She wants them individually and freely choose what she thinks is best. Best demonstrated with the city of Bilming. Every house is designed to be completely unique... but they all come from the plans of a single architect. Oh!” Marasi said. “I should have mentioned. That spike had a similar reaction to the other spikes I harvested.” Once, Wax had assumed this kind of experience—not just the height, but the motion while traversing the city from above—would always be reserved for Coinshots. Then the Malwish airships had taken that assumption and tossed it out a window from three thousand feet.

They eventually hit a particularly deep shaft down; it was essentially vertical, though with a lot of obstructions and clefts in the stone to climb on. Wayne brightened their lantern again, looking doubtful.Secretly Wealthy: Wayne has become this by the time of the Grand Finale. His investments into early electric companies have proven fruitful, and he turns out to have some Hidden Depths when it comes to business. It's implied that he'll be responsible for funding Scadrial's first organized sporting league, just furthering his wealth. Amusingly, every time he is finding a new venture, he is actively trying to go broke, seeing himself as not the right person to be rich, only to fail spectacularly. By the time of his death, his accountants estimate that he's the fourth richest person in the entire city. It also gets played for some comedy after Wayne's death. He uses one of his accounts to set up and bankroll a series of posthumous practical jokes to play on Wax, Steris, and Marasi. The 'campaign' is still ongoing two years after Wayne's death, leaving everybody resigned to the likelihood that with that kind of funding, Wayne will go on posthumously pranking them all indefinitely. The trellium spike rolled away from him again. “I didn’t Push,” he said. “It responded to me burning steel.” He shrugged like it was nothing, but she was legitimately proud of him. He received an allotment from the department, and during the early days of their partnership he’d always run out on missions. She’d been planning to talk to Captain Reddi about increasing the allotment, until she’d discovered that Wayne used his bendalloy for all kinds of non-combat, non-detective work. Playing pranks, changing costumes to delight children, the occasional casual thievery…

Running Gag: "Your carriage, sir" is what Hoid (working as Wax's carriage driver) says as he arrives where he shouldn't be in several, increasingly more surreal occasions. We’ll be doing nothing like that today,” Marasi whispered. “We will peek in, see if I’m right, then get out for clearance and support.” What kind of Feruchemist didn’t practice with their abilities? She scrambled for her rifle, getting to her knees and half lunging, half falling to grab it. He moved first, leaping over her with a powerful bound to snatch the gun. He then snapped it clean in half and hurled the barrel at her. Wax moved the small bead of harmonium—suspended in a vial of oil—toward the trellium. It again rolled away. Kelsier authorizing the use of the jars of pure Investiture is also this, judging by the Ghostbloods' reactions and how radical both uses are.

He’d mostly recovered from the meeting with MeLaan. In fact, he figured he’d handled it quite well. No thing was broken, no body was broken but him, and he’d only needed three shots of whiskey to get moving after. Plus, he’d realized what his day was going to be. Sazed / Harmony: A former Terrisman who ascended to become the god Harmony, who is in conflict with Autonomy.