seven. text & spam. woman king, sword in hand.

[indispensible]

[It doesn't take long before she notices: she's invisible. She realizes this by looking in the mirror first thing in the morning and not seeing herself, which is so far from the standard way of things that she has to pat herself down to make sure she does, in fact, still exist. Apparently, she does.]

[This doesn't make her feel any better about the dullness that quickly settles upon her. She can't hear, see, or smell as sharply as she ought to, and her muscles feel heavy and fatigued. Crossing her arms over her shift, she makes a face at herself in the mirror - or, rather, doesn't, since according to her own eyes she doesn't exist.]

This is stupid.

Then her eyes settle on the black metal ball at her bedside. It's the only thing, besides herself, that's different, and that makes her tense. Objects are just as dangerous as people are - more so, sometimes.

She reaches out tentatively to pick it up, cupping it in her palm - and almost drops it when the metal swarms up her arm and across her body, making the deftest set of armor she's ever seen.]

~That's so you don't throw me across the room,~ [it informs her, and it's right: her wrist flexes reflexively in an attempt to get free.]

Get off me.

~Why? Armor's a good look for you.~

private } kylar, significantly later after much argument

Get over here right now or I'll find you and break your neck.

[But in a friendly way.]

spam } open, after the above

[There seems to be no way to get away from the ka'kari, at least not until this flood has run its course, so Vin does her best to just deal with it. Which is not to say she appreciates being almost senseless and frustratingly weak, nor that she seeks out company, but she doesn't hide away entirely, either.]

[More than anything, she can be found in the gym and in the CES, pushing her body to its current limits with a look of extremely bad-tempered concentration.]


( ooc; vin has kylar's ka'kari, which is mostly sassing her, making her invisible, giving her cool metal armor, and magical absorption and judgment as outlined here. i'm kind of winging it so hit me up in a pm if you have questions? yeah!! )

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[outofclothes]

[Stark doesn't particularly spend a lot of time in the gym himself. It's not his cup of tea, frankly. Meatheads go to the gym.]

[But he's looking for Vin and someone pointed him in the direction so in he steps, lighting as a cigarette as he goes in his usual act of highly imaginative defiance. What he doesn't expect is Vin decked out in armor. The smoke he lets out comes in small, quick puffs as he tries not to laugh and generally fails in that attempt.]

Hey Vin, [he says as casually as possible. He clears his throat, stifling a grin and distracting himself with taking a drag off his cigarette.] Looking forward to the jousting tournament later or something? Should I make you a horse or is Clifford gonna work?

[indispensible]

[Stark is not fooling anyone. He's clearly laughing at her. She narrows her eyes and lets the punching bag swing to a stop, heavily battered and listing to one side.]

I'll use you as a lance.

[Get out of her face you big smelly jerk.]

[outofclothes]

[Okay, Stark can't help it anymore. He laughs.]

I'd make a pretty shitty lance. Much more effective as a battering ram.

[indispensible]

Shut up. You're so unhelpful.

[But he's right. It is kind of funny. And he's also the only person who could make her realize the humor of this situation, she's pretty sure, so she manages a slight smile. Or at least, you know, not one hundred percent a scowl.]

I could sharpen you.

[outofclothes]

Wow, dick. You're supposed to tell me I'm perfect just the way I am.

[Still, he grins as he takes another drag of his cigarette.]

So really, what's the deal with the armor? You stuck in it or something? Because I am not helping you go to the bathroom if that's the case.

[worthyofalittlework]

[Don't mind Royce, he's just watching in morbid curiosity as she goes to town in the gym. He's not really seeking interaction but he is watching and cataloging the abilities he sees.]

[indispensible]

[His attention feels like someone is breathing down the back of her neck. After just a few minutes of ignoring him, she turns on her heel to glare daggers at him, the armor crawling up the back of her neck protectively.]

What?

captain slow reporting for duty

[worthyofalittlework]

[The armor is especially fascinating. Given what he's seen of the nature of the flood so far, he tries to guess who's abilities she gained but so far no luck.]

Curiosity...? Your armor appears to be alive.

[indispensible]

So?

[Your face seems to be dumb but you don't hear her complaining about it!!]

It's not mine. It's somebody else's.

[worthyofalittlework]

[That makes him smile, which is never a good sign and seldom reassuring.]

All the more reason to pay attention. I might need to get past it one day.

[outlets]

[Ezio is just outside the CES when Vin is on the approach, stopping to look her over. It doesn't take much for him to tell the sort of mood she's in. As little time as he's spent with her and though he doesn't know the source, he knows the look of someone who's infinitely frustrated by something.]

[Still, he smiles at her. It would take a lot more than that to deter him or chase away that grin of his. Or to give him some common sense.]

I must say, bella mia, I feel under-dressed.

[indispensible]

[She just shoots him a Look. It's a Look that says she will absolutely hit him and not feel even slightly bad about it. In fact, the armor extends over her fist into a sort of glove with a spike on the end in preparation for that eventuality.]

[outlets]

[Well, if she's going to give him a Look, he's going to give her a Pout. It's a very effective Pout as Ezio can look pretty pathetic when he wants to. (And even when he doesn't want to. Basically, what the narration is implying is that he's generally pathetic. It's a gift.)]

Ah, come now, you cannot be in such an ill mood you've lost your sense of humor?

[Ezio sighs and nods his head a little, ending his Pout.]

Alright then. Tell me how I might take your mind off whatever is troubling you.

[Because he doesn't expect her to tell him or to want to talk about it any further than she might have with another.]

[indispensible]

[It's actually a pretty good Pout. She was not expecting it to be as effective as it is, but it's working wonders. She kind of wants to punch it off his face.]

[Showing incredible self-restraint, she does not.]

Well, you could fight me. [Like, obviously.]

[outlets]

[Ezio grins. He can't help it.]

Certamente! But only if you promise to show mercy and go easy on me.

[Private]

[mercurialize]

[Seriously, he's in the middle of a crisis here what on earth do you want.]

Not now, Vin. I'm kind of in the middle of dealing with something right now.

[Private]

[indispensible]

RIGHT NOW I'M NOT KIDDING. It says it wants you!

[Private]

[mercurialize]

It?

[And it hits him. He had been wondering why nothing had been berrating him this morning.]

Oh, shit. You have it? Why the hell do you have it?

[What did he do wrong.]

Where are you, I'll be right over.

[Private]

[indispensible]

I didn't ask for it! I'm in my cabin. Get here, I don't want to walk around like this!

[Private]

[mercurialize]

[He's already on his way.]

Like what? What did you do?

spam

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Arya can't find Lark. She knows he's gone, because Nymeria found his door changed; Arya saw through the dire wolf's eyes, sat in front of he door and stared and didn't cry because wolves don't cry. They howled on deck - and then Arya slipped back into her skin and went wandering. Now, she spots Vin in the gym, pauses in the door. A distraction is a distraction.]

What are you wearing?

spam

[indispensible]

I don't know.

[She says this as she hits one more time. The punching bag gives up the ghost, its cord snapping, and falls with a thump to the ground. She stares at it accusingly, then looks up at Arya.]

It's some kind of armor. I wish it wasn't.

spam

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Arya is somewhere between impressed and trying not to laugh. It's a rough decision.]

Why? Where did you get it?

spam

[indispensible]

From someone else.

[She's not telling.]

I don't want it because it's clumsy. Normally I don't need it anyway. It just gets in the way.

spam

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Most armor is. [She goes to inspect the broken punching bag, picking up a handful of sand.]

I have some people gave me. It's all just heavy.