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hellofistI 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!!)
[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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8/8/14 00:54 (UTC)Yes.
...I talked to your - father? - once. I don't remember a lot of it.
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8/8/14 00:57 (UTC)[And it's a weird way to open a conversation, she isn't a big fan, but Cassel told her to do this. Besides, she's curious. Maybe her father has said something worthwhile to Cassel's friends.]
How did it go?
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8/8/14 00:59 (UTC)I said too much.
We were raised alike. That's why he wants us to talk.
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8/8/14 01:03 (UTC)What do you know? Seems fair, to... be even.
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8/8/14 01:08 (UTC)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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8/8/14 01:16 (UTC)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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8/8/14 01:20 (UTC)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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8/8/14 01:30 (UTC)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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8/8/14 01:33 (UTC)[ 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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8/8/14 01:51 (UTC)Come to the CTS? Would rather... do this in person. If that's okay.
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8/8/14 01:53 (UTC)...CTS? Talk while we're fighting?
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8/8/14 01:56 (UTC)[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?
[ Spam ]
8/8/14 02:29 (UTC)But the problem is... the problem is he still has trouble sleeping, his mind still won't stop, and he still has nothing but drinking and tearing apart, putting his room back together with whatever he can find without asking anyone else in it, and that's not enough. He can't drink right now, not without making it worse instead of better, and that forces him to think what else he can do.
CTS. Closed Training Simulator. He likes the sound of that, and it's when he's trying to figure out how to get himself inside that he remembers this particular message; he remembers she asked for someone to let her in every morning. Someone will. If the way they reacted to him is any indicator, there'll be people tripping over themselves to let her in.
Which is how he finds himself, tired but full of a dangerous, restless energy, lingering on the deck near the door he's identified as the CTS without ever having been inside. He left his gun behind but has one of the thin, round metal rungs he pulled off the ladder in his cabin up one of his jacket sleeves just in case, just in case Scorpius comes near him again, he'll make it stick this time, he swears to god. Dean has no idea when "morning" is for Cass, if someone's already let her in, if she's already gone, if she's still in there, what there even is, if he should even follow through on this - but at least there's space to breathe, up here, and that'll be enough until the dangerous energy eats him alive and he has to do something else with it. If nothing else, there's space to breathe.]
[ Spam ]
8/8/14 02:53 (UTC)Halfway also means a break, so when the door opens she's covered in a thin layer of sweat, she's breathing hard, and her knuckles are a little red. She didn't bother to wrap them or wear gloves for this and she didn't expect anyone to be standing in the hallway when she opened the door up to grab her towel and water bottle from the floor.
She expected to be alone, and that's why she's in just a black sports bra and yoga pants and there's absolutely nothing to cover the scars that litter up and down her back, over her shoulders, curling around biceps. She doesn't look directly at Dean as she reaches for her water bottle, but she does keep him in her peripheral vision. He's here on purpose, he expected her to be here. He has a weapon stuffed up his sleeve, but he isn't here to hit her with it.
Standing just inside the doorway, she watches him and drinks her water. When she's downed about half of it, she screws the cap back on and says,]
Don't get caught, with that. [She nods at his arm, but doesn't elaborate.] Not supposed to have it.
[ Spam ]
8/8/14 03:10 (UTC)And he doesn't really know what else to do now, leaning against the wall, as obvious in his intention as it's possible to be. There's no other reason to be up here but oh well: subtle never was his style. It's not his style now when she walks out and he opens his mouth and then stops, can't help but react.
Dean's skin doesn't look like that, but it's only by the grace of something more powerful than himself; wiped clean at age thirty, the majority of the lasting marks embedded in his soul - literally - he still has more than his fair share of reminders to be faster, stronger, better, accumulated over the past five years, but he knows that's not normal. He thinks briefly of the people he tore apart in Hell, with its sick, intensely sweet thrill of self disgust; wonders briefly if he would look similar if it had been his physical body on the meathooks, with its deep, bloody twist of fear; and paves it all over with the kind of grim respect he hands out sparingly, these days, but no less sincerely once someone's earned it. There's no pity. When he looks back up at her, when she speaks to him, he pushes it all aside anyway and shrugs; part of him is surprised she knows. It's the same part that doesn't have the energy to pretend like he doesn't. It's not, after all, the first time someone else has known something about him seemingly out of the blue, even before coming here.]
That's why I'm not just carrying it around. [Even though he's already used it once, and he was allowed to keep it after that. Seems the wardens around here don't mind a little violence as long as they think the target deserved it.] Does this count as getting caught with it?
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8/8/14 05:46 (UTC)[But even then, she isn't likely to tell anyone. If he goes after someone she cares about she'll take her revenge on her own, but she isn't sure he would. She isn't honestly that worried about him hurting someone like Anya or Cassel, she doesn't think they'd give him a reason to.
Taking a step back into the CTS, she jerks her head at him.]
I'm not done. You can wait, or come in.
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8/8/14 12:07 (UTC)audio;
8/8/14 16:51 (UTC)(no subject)
8/8/14 20:01 (UTC)[There's a very small group of people here who trigger her "if it was anyone else" feelings, people that she will try for. Chris is one, so she tries to elaborate so he won't think this is about her not trusting him.]
Hitting things can't wait, sometimes. Just wanted... whoever was closest.
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8/8/14 20:04 (UTC)Closed Training... thing. [It takes her a second, she's having trouble focusing.] Simulator. Inmates need Wardens... to let them in. It makes, uh... pictures, you can touch. Like the CES, only for fighting.
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9/8/14 15:19 (UTC)...then probably fight.
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9/8/14 23:54 (UTC)But yeah, I get that. You're in now?
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9/8/14 23:57 (UTC)You'd let me just... take your things?
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9/8/14 23:58 (UTC)[If he'd rather sit and talk.]
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10/8/14 00:13 (UTC)