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[thestormishere]

[ It's almost evening, and though it seems the serious-looking woman in this video feed is in public - her back pressed to a wall that might be familiar to those observant enough to recognize the area around the city's central castle, her face flushed from the ambient cold - this particular message is very private

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[neverbeenworse]

[The boy on the other end of the communicator heaves a heavy sigh]

Everything's gone.

[thestormishere]

'Everything?'

[ He's probably another referring to the loss of some supernatural ability or ten, of course, and yet she's obligated to ask anyway. ]

[neverbeenworse]

[He nods slowly]

The stuff I could do with my flames. 's all gone. Nothing really works.

[He toes at the ground]

Needed them, too...

[thestormishere]

[ Oh... okay. Uh. Lightning pauses, but then her tone remains generally unaffected anyway. ]

You could control fire, you mean?

[neverbeenworse]

Mm...n-not exactly.

's was like. Uhm. There were flames. And they were--

[An awkward pause, and he tilts his head to one side, a perplexed expression crossing his face. How does one explain these sorts of things in words? He's not good with those]

You could. Uh. Use them to do stuff.

[thestormishere]

[ Use flames to do stuff. Right. If there's sense to be made of that, Lightning doesn't get it. ]

That doesn't really help any.

[neverbeenworse]

[Enma looks around, like he's making sure no one's lurking around listening]

They're like--

[A pause to think up a parallel. Give him a moment.]

Magic points in a video game.

[thestormishere]

[ Silence. You know when the last time Lightning was convinced to participate in a video game was? Uh, like, years ago. Even so, while she sort of understands the concept - sort of - she... still doesn't get the context.

Her interest is waning, and she looks off-screen. ]

Okay?