eight. audio & spam. funnyman, gotta try to be something wonderful.

[indispensible]

James Stark is in a coma.

[She sounds completely unmoved by this. Entirely. (She shouldn't have used his first name. He'd be upset.)]

[She almost hangs up, then:]

Does anyone want to spar?

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. . . What do you do? When this happens. How do you . . .

[Not go crazy. Not feel guilty.]

What do you do?

open spam } CES

[For anyone who wants to spar, Vin will be in the CES, having Clifford throw large objects into the air for her to fling coins at and shatter out of recognition. The air is full of falling ash, mist curling under her feet, but the trees and the land are green. She doesn't know what to make of it, and therefore doesn't think about it.]

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[bodilesswarrior]

I knew that much. [A slight smile.] But I suppose the details are easier seen than described.

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[indispensible]

I fight more like Kelsier than like Zane. But I have my own strengths, too.

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[bodilesswarrior]

As long as you promise not to take my chair apart.

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[indispensible]

That's cheating. And not even the fun kind of cheating.

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[bodilesswarrior]

[SIGH.] All right, I'll use a spare.

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[indispensible]

Good.

Come find me.

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[bodilesswarrior]

Will do.

[She does indeed take one of her older chairs. It was never her typical, though - this one was made for rough terrain, and it shows. Still metal, though; most of her weapons are.

She has a set of carbon fibre sticks, though, and her batarangs come in a wide variety of materials.

Barbara isn't feeling cocky when she enters the CES - she's fairly sure Vin can take her, in this kind of battle - but she's eager, all the same. It'll be a workout, and there's a lot she can learn.]

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[indispensible]

[Vin is taking a break from fighting the air, instead walking through the mists to rest her pewter-fueled muscles. When she sees Barbara, she does not smile, but she does nod, her hair blowing off her shoulders in a slight wind.]

Are you ready?