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_{( For once, Remy might actually be in his apartment. He's sitting on his bed, not in coat or costume but a simple cotton shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He's got a roll of cloth bandages, and is wrapping his hands methodologically. )}

Y'all really know how ta discuss, you know that? I'm very impressed.

_{( He's not, actually. He thinks the talking around such matters is a waste of time, and also a way to show the Initiative their hand. But he doesn't say so. )}

But I have ta say, all this bleak talk ain't really for me. Can't keep at it for very long. Désolé.

So, for those of you who care ta lighten the mood, here's a game. First player--that'd be me, I like ta deal--gives you a word. You say the first thing that comes ta your mind, after that. An' y'keep goin', over an' over, until someone cracks an' has ta ask the reasonin' behind your answer.

Whether y'tell 'em is up ta you.

_{( He laughs, to himself. )}

It's an option, anyways. If you don't wantta keep talkin' 'bout how unhappy y'all are.

_{( ooc / idk if this'll come up but if you want to threadjack and play with each other, i'm totally cool with that. )}

Comments

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You're too charming for your own good.

[Which is her way of saying she likes him.

Although that word makes her jaw clench, and there's a slight pause before she responds.]

Green.

[It wasn't the first word that came to mind, but it's better to think of Tim's green gloves, instead of Sionis' black ones.]

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So I been told.

<sub>( Laughing, at that. Her next response catches him a little off-guard, namely because it hits too close to home.

Say something about money, he thinks, say something about cash.

Instead: )</sub>

Eyes.

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Does it ever get boring?

[Being told he's charming. She imagines it probably doesn't.

Eyes doesn't make it easier to stop thinking of Sionis, and her reply slips out without much thought, her voice a little hollow.]

Metal.

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I balance it wit' bein' told I'm a pain in the ass.

_{( It's true, though. )}

Adamantium.

[controlledvariable]

That's a pretty good balance, I usually just get the pain in the ass thing.

[Mostly from Babs.

Also. What.]

I'm pretty sure that's not a real word.

[DOES SHE LOSE IF SHE POINTS THAT OUT? She just doesn't know where to go when that isn't a word she recognizes.]

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'Course it is. I don't cheat, petite.

[controlledvariable]

I've never heard it. [Her pout is kind of audible.] It's a type of metal?

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C'est vrai. Strongest kind there is.

[controlledvariable]

How weird. [That a metal exists in his world when it doesn't in hers, because she's sure that if it existed, she'd know of it.]

I guess in that case, I'll go with "bridge".

[Someone should make Gotham's bridges from adamantium maybe they'd get blown up less.]

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<sub>( He wonders, vaguely, if anyone's ever made an adamantium bridge. Probably not--there's not that much of it.

But the word reminds him of something else. )</sub>

"Home." _{( And he sighs, just a bit. )}

[controlledvariable]

[Aww, Remy.]

Gargoyles.

[She says it fondly, because the gargoyles in Gotham are her buddies.]

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...Beast.

_{( He says that almost laughing. )}