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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[myironeyes]

Keep going.

[Yeeeeeah Ryan has been in a coma for a while, and yes it is fucking with him.]

Focus on others.

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[indispensible]

Who are you focusing on?

[She calls bullshit, are you brooding, don't be brooding.]

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[godsays]

Mostly, I focused on my other reasons for being here.

That... doesn't seem so wonderful, right now.

Where do you want to fight?

spam;

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[She lets herself into the CES, thanks to the collar Jesse gave her, before she left. Nymeria wears it now, and for once Nymeria sticks around, sniffing out Vin and Clifford and leading Arya to them. The direwolf mills around them, and Arya watches Vin do her thing for a few moments.]

He'll probably wake up.

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[youwillgotohell]

Do you fight like Zane does?

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[deadly_ned]

You...


Move on, I suppose. You push to keep going until things are back to where they were.

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[indispensible]

Indefinitely.

[It's only half a question. She's pretty sure that's what he means. She just doesn't like it.]

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[indispensible]

Yes.

. . . Our techniques are different. But mostly, yes.

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[indispensible]

Probably?

[Clifford flings a branch in her direction. She dissects it neatly, bark shrapnel flying everywhere.]

When people go to sleep for a long time, they die in the end.

[Not that she's giving up. She isn't. She won't. But she's angry.]

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[indispensible]

No. [She imagines it wouldn't.]

I'm in the CES. It's not very pretty right now. [He should come anyway.]

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[deadly_ned]

If need be.

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[routemistress]

When it 'appened to Vic I 'ad 'im parked in my bed and slept on 'im. Least then they can't disappear without you knowing.

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[strangehistorian]

Wait. And hope.

[darknessb4me]

I do.

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[godsays]

What is?

[ He sees ugliness everywhere he looks. Which means (he knows this) that it's not the ugliness outside but the ugliness inside that bothers him.

He'll be there in short order. He wears the mistcloak that Kelsier gave him, as he has, habitually, for several weeks now. He doesn't want to speak to people, and thus he stays awake at night most of the time, moving with the hood always up.

He brushes it back as he enters.

Ash and green. What a juxtaposition. ]

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[bodilesswarrior]

You need to remind yourself that it's out of your control. There's nothing you can do for them, and that isn't your fault. It's all right, to focus on other things. It helps to make yourself useful in other ways.

How do you fight?

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[youwillgotohell]

I'd like to see how it stands up to my magic.

[She's sure her magic can: she's not sure her own reflexes will.]

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[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Not always. And not here.

[Arya covers her face with one arm, and Nymeria jerks out of range, circling around toward Clifford instead. She keeps her distance, though. Dogs aren't the kind of cousin she likes.]

Now you just have to wait. That's the worst part.

[myresponsibility]

Sure. Do you want to compare notes, or just go for it?

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[myironeyes]

Ned. Iris. Zane.

All the hungry idiots.

[Of course he's brooding. But it's low-level brooding. On the Marsh scale, anyway.]

[indispensible]

[The Marsh scale goes down to Marianas Trench brooding. This is pretty good for him.]

There are a lot of hungry idiots here. At least you won't run out of things to do.

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[indispensible]

[Nothing, she wants to say. She knows she doesn't believe it, only right now she does. Zane's shadowy figure is a comfort, and the sheer backwardness of that baffles her. It just makes her expression harder as she stills, watching him approach.]

[When he gets close enough, she tilts her head at him. If he wants to talk, she can talk. If not, she'll be silent. A shadow. Like they have both always been.]

spam;

[indispensible]

I hate it.

[She sounds like a petulant child, swallowing the tail end of a whine. But she does. She hates it.]

[She is a warrior. She doesn't get to bend and break at a thing like this. But she wore herself out in life and is exhausted at odd moments in death. Moments like this.]

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[indispensible]

Will you try to kill me?

[Not a no. She's really just curious, in a dull sort of way.]

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[indispensible]

Could you do that?