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[hellofist]

I need the CTS. Need a Warden... to let me in. Whoever is closest.

[She knows she could ask anyone specifically, but she doesn't want to. She doesn't want to ask for anything at all, but for some reason doing it like this seems less... intrusive? She isn't sure.]

And if someone can, every morning? Would be... helpful.

That's all.

[And she clicks off, abrupt, no thank yous. Whoever shows up she'll thank, but what's the point of saying it into the ether?]

[Private to Zane]

Cassel said to... talk to you. So... hi.

[Who is the best at meeting new people? This gal right here.]


(ooc: come at me with your alternate timelines, anyone who wants to let her in can do so!!)

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[hellofist]

[Well, that's two things she doesn't really like much. He knows more about her than she knows about him, he's brought up her father conversationally... she has to wonder how much planning went into engineering her and Zane communicating.]

What do you know? Seems fair, to... be even.

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[godsays]

That he pushed you hard.

Really, not much more. And I think Iris said once that you knew what it was like to be a weapon. It was a long time ago.

[ He's regaining some of his equilibrium. He breathes in. ]

I'll answer anything you want to know about me. I can start from the beginning.

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[hellofist]

[He pushed her hard, he says, and she almost laughs at how absurd that sounds.]

Pushing hard is... not letting someone stop, when they're tired. He shot me for fun. [He tortured her, but she doesn't want to say that out loud.] He's an assassin. He had me... so I could kill for him. That's why I'm a weapon.

[She doesn't know what this is or the why of it, but she thinks that later she might have to have a talk with Cassel for this. He should have prepared her better, or at least been there to guide this. It's not going well, so far.]

Are you a Warden?

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[godsays]

[ He bites the inside of his cheek, hard. ]

Yes. Right now, I - don't even know why.

[ He's been struggling with himself for days upon days. He hurts. He longs for the easy way out. ]

My father had a lot of children. He took mistresses, and then killed them. Most of them. He kept the children secret. He wanted to make his own army, of Allomancers. People with powers.

In my world, if you have powers, then you need to Snap to manifest them. You need to - they say you need to look into the eyes of death. Every one of them - us. Was beaten almost to death when we were old enough to survive it.

Some didn't survive.

I Snapped Mistborn. I was the most powerful of all of them. I was his killer.

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[hellofist]

[It's strange, the instant forgiveness for the rocky start and the acceptance that sweeps through her as he speaks. They're the same, practically carbon copies, and now she doesn't feel like she needs to yell at Cassel at all.

She isn't sure why he wants two broken killers to close to each other, but that doesn't really matter. She didn't ask for all that information, but she can see why he's given it so fast.]

Did Cassel tell you... how I understand people? The way I read them?

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[godsays]

No. He didn't.

[ He's thinking of Cassel now as the boy with the knife, trying to be better for someone he cares about. Someone he loves? Yes: Cassel does that for people that he loves. And where Cassel loves, Zane has no trouble trusting - not because he thinks that it's safe, but because he has faith that even the terrible freefall, the tumult, will make him into something more. ]

He didn't say much.

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[hellofist]

[She nods, but she realizes then she wouldn't have minded.]

Come to the CTS? Would rather... do this in person. If that's okay.

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[godsays]

Yes. Me too.

...CTS? Talk while we're fighting?

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[hellofist]

That's just... where I am, right now.

[Waiting in front of it, hovering around waiting for someone to let her in so she can break things without having to deal with fixing things in the gym or hurting people. He's a warden, so she'd wanted him to let her in. That's as far as it had gotten.

Now that he's mentioned that, though...]

Do you want that? To talk and fight?

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[godsays]

Talk first?

...then probably fight.

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[hellofist]

There are chairs on deck.

[If he'd rather sit and talk.]

private OH GOD i lost this I'm so sorry

[godsays]

How about on top of the greenhouse?

More private.

[ And he likes getting up there, too. It's a wonderful view, especially since it's all been changed. Made bigger. ]

private I forgive you if you forgive me for taking so long :C

[hellofist]

Alright. Will be there soon.

[She hangs up on him abruptly, not particularly good at the whole you say goodbye on the phone before you disconnect thing yet. She's done it to quite a few people but no one has corrected her yet, so it's likely going to be a quirk for awhile.

Apparently no one really minds rude former Batgirls. Who knew.

Before long she shows up at the greenhouse, scanning the top to see if he's up there yet.]

[godsays]

[ She definitely won't get that correction from him. He used to hang up on people in person by fading into the mist. The network has been a godsend.

He goes to the deck and leaps upward, Steelpushing himself in a soaring arc, landing gently and gracefully, like a cat. The dome is larger than it used to be, and it makes it feel like the Barge curves away beneath him, leaving nothing but the stars. ]

[hellofist]

[By the time he arrives she's claimed a seat for herself, sitting exactly in the middle of the dome for the best view, both of the stars and of his approach. Seeing him in person feels strange, after having him built up the way he had been. Cassel's opinions are important to Cass, after all.]

Hello.

[godsays]

[ Doesn't mind sitting a little below her, next to her. It's beautiful up here. ]

In my world, only some people with powers could see through the mists to the stars.

[hellofist]

[She had been wondering where to start with explaining the details of what she was, what it was she did, but this is a welcome alternative. She can't help but be curious about him and if he's just going to offer up information, she'll happily ask for more.]

Only the... [What was the word he had used?] Allomancers?

[godsays]

Just Tineyes. - The ones who enhance their senses. And Mistborn, because they can do everything a Tineye can.

[ It had always felt a little bit like it was his alone, though. Certainly Straff, even though he was a Tineye, very rarely went out at night, and wouldn't have wanted anyone to see him staring up at the sky if he had. His powers were secret. ]

[hellofist]

Just have one word, in my world. Metahumans. Seems... less complicated.

[godsays]

Means a lot of different things, though. From what I know.

[ Which isn't too much. ]

[hellofist]

Can mean... super strength, or speed. Flying. Mind reading. All those things. It's, uh... all-inclusive.

[godsays]

Do you want me to tell you more about me? And my world.

[ He can volunteer the information first. He's a warden, he's safer than she is. ]

[hellofist]

Can start with you.

[He's here, after all. There's little chance she'll see his world and she's curious about the kind of person Cassel would want her to be sure to include in her life. He's offering, so that makes it much easier.]

[godsays]

[ He nods. ]

My world... there was a lot of misery. It wasn't beautiful and green, like here. [ He taps the greenhouse glass. ] Most of the plants were grey or brown or black, and there were no flowers, because of the ash that fell from the sky. The sun was usually red, and the sky was grey.

You could either be a noble, or you could be a skaa. Skaa were slaves. They could be struck down in the street, and no one would care. Their lives were worth less than a nobleman's annoyance.

Nobles controlled nearly everything. And Allomancy - the genetic lines of Allomancy were all among the noble houses. Allomancy was often kept secret. The Houses thought of their Allomancers as weapons. Advantages, to use when they were needed.

It was all under the Lord Ruler. He was immortal. He was a god. His Inquisitors and obligators kept order.

It was forbidden for nobles and skaa to breed. If a noble man took a skaa woman, he had to have her killed afterward, to ensure nothing would pass on. Disobeying this meant death.

[hellofist]

[It's impossible to ignore that what he's explaining to her sounds a lot like the fairy tales Dick told her, before she left Gotham. Darker, maybe, but it has the same air and it invokes the same desire to stay quiet so she doesn't throw him off.

It also makes her realize she misses Dick, but that's a thought that she pushes away as soon as it makes itself known. What's important now is Zane and the things he's telling her, and she imagines this story will only get worse.]