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A ghost and her wings.

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Smudge Pixelby

IA-920 was, simply put, out of it.

Mergoux's boot had dragged across her ribs when she'd been shoved off, and IA-920 was left on the ground, clutching a bruised chest and finally trying to breathe. The sword clattered somewhere, but IA-920 had already tensed; It couldn't let go if it tried.

Loud voices gave way to louder, more horrible noises. Smudge saw bright light and darkness.

The flickering arms retracted, held her human body protectively in their scintillating cage. The sword was dragged along with them. Sounds rang unbidden from the spirit as if echoing the chaos.

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"A lad of the arts and sciences," murmured Giggles as his only response, hands and thoughts elsewhere. When he stood up from his crouch behind the door, he was a wraith in a hood. A trickle of blood marked the nostril of his smoke mask, and the Ophan cords covered his eyes with a hungry suction.

It was good to be omniscient again.

Giggles did nothing to stop Marco leaving the shop, watching him around the corner with his Ophan field. He nodded to Colin and lifted a firm finger to the Hound, then gestured to that he was free to the couch. The dog watched his blood-enemy tensely but with admirable patience.

The captain was back. A warrior-figure from the bar was there. Marco was yelling.

Giggles flicked the von Goethe's safety, and waited.

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I'm a touch behind but I'll have breakfast and then respond in a jiffidybingle.

ed: Nothing's out of place, actually. There's not much Smudge can do at this point.

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EVERYBODY HOLD THEMSELVES THE METRIC FUCK UP

I GOTTA REPLY TO A BAJILLION POSTS

Iliyana Kis

if AM and Iliyana don't armwrestle in a bar my ghost will haunt you for all time

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Heads up that there's no electricity in Smudge's snow form, only a bunch of glass shards. She has to eat a brain to go into taser mode.



ed: Hang on I see where that came from

Shock as in sensory overload / disorientation

Static as in tv static

Damned homonyms

@Overlord Thraka

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@Lmpkio Of course she fails to realise! She's tired, shocked and in pain. Crush any teenager's boob with your boot while pointing a sword at them, I don't think they'll be very coherent.

Remember that Smudge isn't even an adult, let alone a warrior. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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pls don't bully children, some of them are actually demons

tl;dr Mergoux put her face much too close to someone she didn't think could fight back, got momentarily blinded and deafened, and now Smudge has very good leverage on her sword.

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Smudge Pixelby

Nebulius spoke and IA-920 replied. "A journal," said the girl, very softly, from somewhere between the fears of saying too much and too little. "A-a-a warlock's travel journal, from Qi Tiān to-" Boot, chest, breaking point.

Smudge shrieked and her volume glitched out, exploded in a stunning blast of feedback. A dozen arms of dazzling snow leapt from her face to Mergoux's, tangling, dissolving and reforming without depth or distance, as if they were all part of the same flickering hole in space.

It took less than a moment. IA-920 had a second's worth of Mergoux's shock and used it to grab her sword by the blade, burying it in writhing snow from tip to pommel and up past her wrist. Something inside the static left cuts through Mergoux's glove as it moved.

"I'm a kid!" yelled the voice from the crackling speakers. "Leave me alone!"