MASK OR MENACE IC CONTACT

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"Hey, it's Kate. Leave a message."

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hey kate proposal

i was thinking maybe we should do this ourselves and
not ask anyone else if they want to be a spokesperson

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If this gets particularly wordy expect a phone call.

[She has one hand. :(]

And I'm feeling pretty down on my capabilities right now. Do you think we can really do this?

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[Bring ring ring!]

It's gonna get wordy. I get wordy. Yeah I think we should do it. I mean, not bar anybody from getting involved, but like...not relying on anybody older to get the ball rolling.

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Sorry, broken arm. [It really highlights how annoying things can get when you have only one hand when you have only one hand to use. She purposely doesn't say "I only have one hand" though, because she's already felt self-conscious enough about it and now she's talking to Wally, who's a teenager.

So, surely, it'd be worse!]

We may need to rely on older folk for funding and the like, but you're right. And if we are taking the reigns, I can ask my boss to look into the legality of it all. [If he's involved, it'll mean they have another hero on their side.

Of course, she's not going to tell Wally that. So far, it seems that Matt's keeping the whole Daredevil thing underwraps.]

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That your lawyer buddy you were talking about? Yeah, if he can tell us what we gotta do that'd be awesome. [Though Wally just kind of wants to do it all themselves, but...so long as the adults he knows aren't taking the reigns, he'll deal with it.] Hey, just curious, d'you know Robin at all?

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That's the guy. [Kate has a feeling the follow up might take a while, but it's still better than them trying to snoop into the work of Narga. Plus, she might be able to convince Matt to do that anyway in conjunction, to see what ideas Narga has set up so they can ... steal some of them.

It's not like they're seeking absolute autonomy, but that guy's done his homework. He has to have.]

And I met him over the whole ... reflective thing. [She's careful about her choice of words.] I gave him some left over programming a friend of mine worked up.

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[what the heck is the reflective thing] So like, should we be discussing how legally ambiguous we're thinking about getting over the comms? I mean I'm all for it but they might have a buzzword search on or something, NSA style.

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[A girl tries to be secret agent-y ...]

Proooobably not. I mean, is it legally ambiguous if we're seeking out legal means to be legally ambiguous? But if you can get to Heropa for further discussions, you can meet my very cute dog.

And sign my cast!

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A dog?! I'm there like timeshare. Though I'm gonna warn you, there's a 50/50 chance that I'll draw a dick on your cast. [probably]

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Yeah, that's one of the rules. Nothing lewd. Surely you can handle it, can't you? [Kate has zero qualms in smacking someone off from doing it. She watched Loki like a hawk (ha ha) while he scribbled his name.

Kate's carefully guarding her arm. This is serious business!!]

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Fine. No dicks. But then I'm putting seriously awful puns all over there instead, you gotta give me some leeway. [wally its actually her arm she don't gotta do nothin] What's your house number? I'm on my way.

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It's an apartment. The front door is usually illogically open, so just come up and knock on [ unit number here ]. We're a little away from all the Herop...an residences. [Which is definitely on purpose.]

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Aye aye.

[...and an hour later:] I'm stopping for glitter pens, do you want anything.

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Beef jerky? Beefy jerky sounds fun right now.

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Whoa, slow down there Bishop, let's not party too hardy now. [A moment.] Spicy or not spicy? Cajun or cowboy? Y'know what I'll get all of them, whatever you don't want I'll eat.

Oh my god, chips, I need some Pringles. [wally stop soundboarding at kate while you shop] What're your favorite colors? If I had to guess I'd say purple, but correct me if I'm wrong.

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[The soundboarding doesn't bother. Has she probably had a phone call like this with Tommy before? All signs point to yes.]

Definitely purple. Anything that doesn't clash with purple is good to grab, too. [Which, in her opinion, is a very limited amount of colors.

... So she's curious to see what Wally grabs.]

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[basically everything she would not]

Yellow goes with purple, right? Okay. [he's getting it anyway] God, I have so much glitter. I look like I'm starting work at a strip club with this basket. Oh my god, are those Twizzlers? In you go. This is great I love dollar stores I can get so much candy for so little money, I love these places. Do you want any candy? Speak now or forever hold your peace.

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I think I can go without the candy right now. [She can barely run or lift properly for the next month! She has to take it easy on the candy. But protein. Protein is good.]

You realize you still have me on the call, right? For this whole ... trip.

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Yeah, so? -okay, okay I'm going. I have pens, jerky, candy, chips. That's probably enough. Are you sure I can't draw a dick? What about boobs? I mean technically a chest is a chest right, nothing inappropriate about that.

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Oh, Wally. I love my boobs. I just don't need another pair staring up at me from my arm. Plus, you'd love drawing it too much, and I can't let you have the pleasure of that ... particular pleasure.

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How dare you! I would never take any perverted pleasures in drawing boobs on your cast; that is my craft, my art, my life. How could you. I'm so insulted.

All in the same bag- okay well then get a bigger bag.

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Don't have this conversation in front of the cashier!

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Uh, chuh, the cashier is kind of right here. I'm not gonna tell her to leave when she's just doing her job. Thanks. [The sound of a door chime.] Okay, radio silence! I'll be there in like five minutes.

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[And there's a knock knock on the door frame of that open door before Wally strolls in with a couple plastic bags.] Yooooo, Kate? Hey, so how'd you bust your arm?

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Charlevoix. Lots of Hornets, very few powers. [There's a sing-song nature to that, like she's trying to pretend to be as casual as possible about it. She really is.

After a beat, Springsteen, her Australian shepherd puppy, comes trotting out after a moment. He's already a decent size, given that she's had him since November. He starts circling around Wally curiously, sniffling at the bottom of his pants.]