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Matt Cavanaugh (palehorses) wrote in we_float,

"Not that I fucking know," Matt said, but it wasn't hostile. "JT's a nat, by the way, fill that checkbox in. I think Ganesh is too, in terms of powers. I mean, skills are one fucking thing, but powers are another and hard to teach." Another grin at that.

The chair went back up on two legs as he looked thoughtful. "So, not a lot of heavy hitting. By the way, Zadkiel heals, but it comes back on him, can fuck his shit up and I really mean that. Which - y'know, I've been trying to figure out what the fuck it is we're doing, even under the new world order, and I'm kind of going well, I guess we have to be us, just as hard as we fucking can, which is totally ridiculous because it doesn't add up to a purpose. But ... we've got a bunch of friendly faces." His voice slowed, the cadence thoughtful. "This isn't, you know, fucking X-Men or something, and it's really not the Four Aces either. We're not superheroes, you know? But ... we can't stand by the side and just watch the world happen without us. And I guess ... rather than, like, making a fucking life goal of stopping every fucking bank robbery that comes down the pike, I'd rather prove that we are. I mean, really, we exist, we're better than they want to think we are."

His eyes focused suddenly as he looked at her. "I mean ... the edicts were about corporations, at the end of the day, weren't they. They fucking had to be, you know well as I do that nothing gets fucking done in this country any more unless a corp's putting up the fucking funding. So what are they doing that they don't want us around any more? And honestly, I'm totally up for poking a corp in the fucking eye. I think - I think we do that by being seen. As us. As aces, deuces, jokers, whatever the fuck we are. I think we do stop the little things, if we can, if it's safe, and I think we also do the big thing of proving that we're not any more fucking scary than other people. Some of whom are fucking stone killers, princess, fucking believe it. If we don't go quietly, if we do prove we exist, we stop whoever fucking wants this, whatever it is, you know? It's like, okay, it's time to fucking stand up, because someone's decided it's time to shove us in the dirt, and fucking kowtowing is not a good look on me."

He dropped the chair back to the floor and looked at her intently, wondering if that was enough of an articulated statement that she understood him - more, that she was willing to go to that fight with him.