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[outofclothes]

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[For most people, dying is a big problem. It tends to put a damper on their whole day. For Stark? Well, it's not quite the relief he thought it'd be (and a little more embarrassing than expected; going down to some rogue Sub Rosa was just not what he had in mind for his blaze of glory, but what can you do?), but it was on the to-do list somewhere along the way.]

[It doesn't even really faze Stark much when he finds his surroundings different from what he remembers from his last trip. Hell was on the brink of civil war. New management was always a possibility. He's annoyed, but not that distraught over the lack of his guns and knife. The na'at makes him a little sad, but he can always pick up another here. Weapons are everywhere if you know where to look.]

[And look, he does. Stark doesn't need his hand to be hold or to be told where he is even if this isn't what he was looking forward to. (And yes, he's completely aware of how fucked up that is.) The best he has, once he's on the deck, is that whoever took over the shithole has been watching a little too much Star Trek between organizing an army and overthrowing Lucifer. He hopes they didn't do something equally stupid to the arena or he's going to be pissed.]

[It's at that point, when he's fairly alone, he tries stepping into a shadow. When nothing happens, he's not all that relieved, but he's still not mad.]

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[It's his cabin that makes Stark go from apathetic to not in less than a second. He would've shrugged off and forgiven being pushed off the U.S. Bank Tower compared to this. Stark knew death wasn't going to be a vacation for him, but there are some pretty clear lines that no one should have the balls enough to cross. Then again, there's always morons wherever you go.]

[Stark won't give anyone any satisfaction of an obvious reaction. You never let the other guy know he's under your skin because the second you do that, you've lost. He knows how to turn that part of his brain off and work on pure auto-pilot to close the door behind him, to sit down on the mattress, and start puzzling out the communicator. Luckily he's mastered enough of the ridiculous phone technology to figure it out.]

So, who'd like to take credit for this?

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[outofclothes]

There's still time to catch up then. Good to know.

[patheticvillain]

That's what I like to see. The attitude of a go-getter. There's hope for you yet.

[outofclothes]

Well when you dangle a mystery prize unknown to even the creators of the game, how the hell am I supposed to say no?

[patheticvillain]

Chris might've come up with something by now, I don't know.

It might be booby-trapped.

But it might not.

[He spreads his arms wide. Ooooh the mystery.]

[outofclothes]

Damn kid. You have a future in used car sales, anyone ever tell you that?

[patheticvillain]

That's aiming really low. I'd hope you thought better of me, we've been talking for five whole minutes.

[outofclothes]

Well, if you hadn't made the misstep of calling me sir, I would've said you'd make a perfect personal injury lawyer, but whose fault is that?

[patheticvillain]

My incurable caustic sarcasm's. Obviously. Not mine.

[outofclothes]

Personal injury lawyer it is, Han.

[patheticvillain]

Does that mean I have to wear a suit?

[outofclothes]

Only cheap ones and when you're meeting with clients. Otherwise, it's hawaii shirts and khaki shorts.

You can even be extra douchey and wear socks with sandals.

[patheticvillain]

Okay, gross, I'm not gonna go that far. I have a Criss Angel look to maintain.

-- One of my favorite complisults, by the way.

[outofclothes]

Cassel, nobody wins when you're being compared to that douche. Nobody.

[patheticvillain]

Aww, that's almost sweet.

[outofclothes]

Now I feel like I need to go violently murder and stuff.

[patheticvillain]

I won't tell if you won't, and if you ignore the fact that this is a totally public conversation.

[outofclothes]

You'd be surprised at what I can willfully ignore, kid.

[patheticvillain]

Probably not. I mean, you've got to have a deep character flaw or two, or else why would you be here?

[outofclothes]

Deep character flaw, incredible personal strength...

[Tomato, tomahto.]

[patheticvillain]

Incredibly personal character flaw.

[He waggles his eyebrows.]

Not that I'm disagreeing, necessarily, just. Man, the arguments for sharing and caring you get around here are really intense.

[outofclothes]

[Nice, kid.]

Oh, is that what that horrible buzzing sound was?

[patheticvillain]

Yep. It's the sound of the masses being just desperate to psychoanalyze you.

[outofclothes]

Gross. And lemme guess, no safe word?

[patheticvillain]

Oh, please, why would you need one? They just want to help.

[outofclothes]

That's how it always starts out, but then someone loses an arm.