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Schrödinger's cat is overrated. If you wanna see something that’s both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day.

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children of bahamut.

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etraya.

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pixie led.

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overflow tdm thread. @sod_off, @chosenkingoflucis

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(( original thread here! ))

"The strong, silent type are you?" he questions, appearing to the man's side next. He's bent forward a little to peer up at him from beneath the brim of his hat and offer a smile.

"Do let me know if I'm too talkative. What can I say? I enjoy a good bit of banter. It really gets the blood going."

Re: overflow tdm thread. @sod_off, @chosenkingoflucis

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Soon as Ardyn appeared, Spike was lashing out to hit the other as if it were a reflex. It was more than a reflex, but staying in close was what Spike was used to for brawls.

"Not really. Just heard better. You're weak." Spike taunted, following up that reflexive counter with a move to grab the other. Arm, neck, shirt, didn't matter.

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Ardyn is a caster, which does put him at an unfortunate disadvantage while dealing with brawlers. Or it would were he a regular caster. Although he could acknowledge his 'squishiness,' being called weak? Rude.

"I'll have to work on my villainous monologue skills. It has been a while, admittedly, since I had an audience." A pause, tilting his head to one side in thought. "Well, one that could answer me." The rotting corpses hanging in the throne room weren't exactly talkative.

Spike does manage to grab onto his shirt. Ardyn brings up that dagger as a barrier between him and the other man but doesn't actually strike with it. He could also shadow step again but decides he wants to see what Spike might do not that he 'has' Ardyn in his grasp.

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"Sounds like an excuse." Spike said with extra snark, and showed no fear of the knife. His unoccupied hand went to grab Ardyn's hand that held the blade to immobilize it. Keep a hand on him as well. It freed up the one he'd used to grab the shirt with to aim an elbow at the man's face. The motion twisting him more into the other's guard, as Spike moved a leg in position to try and trip the other as well.

Nor was he pulling his 'punches' so to speak.