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Ah, Kevas... can I request your audience? I don't mind meeting up at your room or my own, but I understand if you don't want me to though.
[There's a slight clatter from her armor, she's fidgeting. She's not sure what else to add, so there's a deep breath before she ends the recording.]
[There's a slight clatter from her armor, she's fidgeting. She's not sure what else to add, so there's a deep breath before she ends the recording.]
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[There's a little bit of rummaging from her end, like she's picking up something.]
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[She takes the stairs, it takes longer for her to reach the Cool but is there, dressed in her armor with a degen at her hip and a white shield on her arm.]
Jinx?
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Cat?
[He can barely recognize you in all of that armor.]
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Hi.
[She gave a small wave before moving over to him, shifting the sword and shield slightly. Still getting used to having them after a fair bit of time.]
What was so urgent?
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[Jinx eyes the weapons. He'd never use a sword of it was the last thing available.]
Don't leave quite yet.
[Because he knows that you want to.]
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What about him?
[Her tail flickered behind her with slight annoyance as she crossed her arms, the lower half of her armor clacking from the movement.]
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[He taps the seat next to him.]
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Why are you apologizing?
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[Even if he can be a dick.]
But--
[His voice trails off.]
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[There was that feeling of dread in her stomach. She knows the two have fought before, in some sort of Ballista match but... She'll remain quiet and let Jinx say his piece.]
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[Oh, Mar what are words. His brain tends to turn to mush when he's around people he really likes so
this is very bad. He looks to the side, away from Cat. He's about ready to leave himself.]
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What were you going to say?
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I was gonna ask that ya' don't get all yer opinions 'bout me from Kevas.
[A beat.]
Yeah?
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[She takes off her hat and places it on her lap, ruffling her hair slightly.]
Besides, I met you before that incident; even if you were refusing to be healed at the time.
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I know, but there's some others that had, too. Opinions change quick when word spreads around. [He laughs, though it sounds a bit unamused.]
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I know, I'm familiar with fame.
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But this isn't fame.
[Or is it? He really can't tell.]
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[There's a small laugh from her.]
What I mean is by doing good things, you receive positive recognition and in turn more people will ask for you -- although I don't think I'm being clear with this as I'm comparing it to my way of life. Well, what was my way of life.
[Her ears droop for a moment, her mind lingering on a thought but tried to push it away.]
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[He turns to face Cat, fingers fiddling with that cigar between his fingers.]
Yeah, that's what ya'd think. But that doesn't work unless people give ya' a chance ta' prove yerself.
[He sees those ears drooping, he doesn't know what the problem is but he still scoots a bit closer to her.]
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Like the case with Kevas, I'm assuming.
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Yup, among other things.
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[She tilted her head a little, taking her hand back, if she could. The Mithra didn't mean to pry, but Jinx did say he had things to tell her.]
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[Here, Cat, looks at the sweet bandage on his foot and that rad scar tissue on his face from being punched. He's not actually going to point this one out, but the coolest laceration is on his arm from when Kevas tossed him like a football.
He shrugs.]
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[She frowns at what she sees and out of habit, she starts to cast a strong Cure spell. It might not do anything, but regardless, she'll still try.]
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