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Elsie leaned out from her broom, looking down (literally, of course, though maybe a little bit of figuratively as well) at the -- now three -- Jaegers below her. “That’s, uh, that’s the dragon slayer one, right?” she said. “I think so,” Corbin said. “And that’s five of us now. Practically an ensemble.” “Okay, are they going to fight?” “It’s either that or play mirror man, I mean.” Elsie nodded along and adjusted her posture and grip. That was- well, the lack of lumbar support wasn’t not a problem with extended broomstick rides. Magic -- like everything -- was supposed to be the solution there, but she’d forgone most of that after her fight with Tricky. She was pretty sure she wasn’t riding on fumes or anything. As if on cue, her broomstick took a massive dip, nearly wrenching itself out of her control for a moment before she pulled it back up. Corbin had to flutter off his perch for a moment, and when he landed it was on Elsie’s shoulder. “You okay?” he said. “I’m not talking about this. I’m fine.” Elsie waved down at the group on the ground. She was pretty sure none of them saw it, but she hoped it was a silent encouragement for them to actually start their spar. And then Alexandre struck, and what a hit! Elsie even got a rush of adrenaline just from the sound of the impact, though what was more impressive was how the dragon slayer just stood there and took it. He didn’t even take a step back to brace himself unless Elsie had missed something. And she might have! It had left her breathless. There didn’t seem to be much of a fight, though. It wasn’t like the dragon slayer was actually fighting back or anything. After the initial strike -- while Elsie couldn’t hear anything going on -- it looked like they just had a full conversation after that. Alexandre threw another punch and, yeah, it knocked his opponent back a little, but it was like… “That’s it?” Elsie said. Then she said it again, but louder this time. “That’s it? Hey!” She was starting to feel her strength coming back to her, but she immediately started spending it on guiding her broom back down safely, at least to a point she was sure she was in earshot of everyone again. “You’re just going to throw a punch and then talk about it for a bit? That’s not- that’s not why I invited everyone here, you know. I said something like, ‘Oh, if you want to come fight,’ and then I went all the way up there to get a good view and it’s like, I wouldn’t have done any of that if it was just going to be, like, a slap to the chest and that’s it.” “Maybe don’t throw a tantrum at two people clearly physically stronger than you when you’re already spent?” Corbin said softly into Elsie’s ear. “Maybe?” But Elsie ignored him. “Frog boy and I had this whole thing, too,” she said. “Like, there was a chase and there was fancy flying and some brilliant magic involved if say so myself.” She gestured at Tricky. “I mean, you agree with me, right?” before turning her attention back to her main issue. “I don’t know if you do any of that, but, I don’t know, this stuff?” She mimed a punch. “I know we don’t want to kill each other just yet but it seems like a waste of time, don’t you think? Your time, if not mine.”

“Fake, huh?” Chris said. He fiddled around with the coin, even holding it up to the light as he tried to spot the tell-tale signs of forgery, but he couldn’t. Not that he didn’t believe Hector; Chris’ brief interaction with Leo had told him that yes, of course Leo would be the type to carry fake coins. He pocketed it all the same. After all, who knew when it would prove useful, even if it was just to shove back in Leo’s face the next time they met. He finished off his eggs, mostly out of spite (“A scrawny kid like you couldn’t possibly need all that,” Leo had said. Well, Chris sure showed him) and stood up from the bar. “Company’s coming over soon, Hector,” Chris said. “You’ve met them all before, I think, but, um, I did want to let you know. I’m gonna go clean up.” He pulled a few coins out of his pocket -- not the one he slipped the fake into, his other one -- placed them on the bar, and left to use the washroom. Oh, for warm water! Every time Chris thought he’d gotten used to it, that he knew the shock of the first splashes of cold running down his back and could anticipate it and prepare for it, the sheer frigidity proved him wrong. It proved him wrong so hard. Were he back in Ellwood manor, this would have been one of those sensations he’d never have to know and yet… The thing about cold water, though, was that it also washed all that wistfulness away as well. Chris couldn’t think about any of that for very long as he dealt with not freezing, and when he finished, there were enough other things to do that he was able to keep his mind off it in other ways. And when he finished, he gave himself a final look-over, dried off, and went just outside the tavern to meet the people he knew before they even had to come in.

I went and checked Twisted Metal osts and I really couldn't tell you.

Yeah, but do you know how to Madison? The Anxious Battle For Sanity, written and performed by Antonio Sánchez, from the film Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance), directed by Alejandro González Iñárritu

Not a musician, but presumably it's because artists who make longer songs are interested in slighter variations in their sequences and/or longer transitions between them, which increases the song length. See also: ambient and ambient-inspired music (which I can't put here because it's drastically longer than the limit here so have a Justice song instead).

Been listening to a lot of these lately so here's a thread about them. As with before, feel free to reroll if you don't like it; I've got loads.

i mean, you can post music -- and might even listen to it, who knows? -- but i won't tell you what i think. for all you know, you're just tossing it into the void.