The Streets of Fandom, Saturday

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 "Fireball special, incoming!"  The cheery voice was probably at odds to the music of bullet casings hitting the pavement, as Yang incinerated another slug using her shotgun gauntlets.  "Aw yeah, that makes fifty-seven.  Who's up next, ugly little dudes?"  

Her gauntlets rotated and reloaded, and Yang spun about, looking for her next target.  It wasn't punching Grimm, but it was the closest she'd gotten since getting here, and it was good target practice.  "Batter up!"  

Yeah, she'd be at this for awhile.  

[OOC: Open!]

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Dinah - who had been wandering around, throwing things at slugs from a distance, and throwing salt at them just for fun-- wandered over to watch.

"Behind you," she said, sounding absent. "On your eight."

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Yang pivoted without question, throwing two punches in the direction of the slug in question, firing the gauntlets and reducing it to ash. "We'll call that fifty-seven point five, since you helped," she quipped, throwing Dinah a wild grin. "They aren't very smart, are they?"

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"They're slugs," Dinah responded, with only a tiny smile. She raised one hand to push another one over onto its side from several yards away. "They don't think. They just do."

A lot like Dinah had become, lately.

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"They could at least, I dunno, be a little faster or harder to hit," Yang complained, lining up a shot to take one off a wall without chipping the masonry. "It's like shooting fish in a barrel."

She looked at where Dinah had knocked one over, and finished it off as well. "Nice. Your power's telekinesis?"

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"Among others," Dinah said, pulling out a small box of salt, then slinging it over-handed at the slug, spilling salt everywhere. "Ew." She paused, looked at the other person. "Energy weapons?"

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"Not exactly," Yang said, and with a gesture her gauntlets clicked and whirred into their protective position, liking boxing gloves. "I can absorb and redirect kinetic energy. Something hits me, I hit back twice as hard. Either through my body, or I can channel it though my weapon and the various specialized ammo I make for it."

She considered the salt with a thoughtful look. "Maybe I should consider trying to make salt cartridges. Solid salt wouldn't fire right, but maybe a specialized casing..."

She wasn't the weapons genius her sister was, but Yang was no slouch when it came to engineering and tinkering with her Ember Celica.

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"I used to have..." Something. Something like that. Barbara had made them. Barbara-who-was... "Weapons." She took a breath, and shook her head. "But other people need them more." Another flip of her wrist, and the slug rose with only a little effort, six feet above the ground.

It made an awful mess when it slammed into the pavement. "I'm Dinah."

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"Grooooooooooooss." Sometimes, Yang was still very much a seventeen-year-old girl.

"I'm Yang," she said, walking over to offer Dinah her hand. "And if you need weapons, depending on what it is, I can try and whip something up. My sister's the genius, but I'm not too shabby myself."

The Ember Celica clicked again, folding in upon itself over-and-over like origami, reverting into golden bracelets. "I made these girls, after all."

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"Yang." Dinah might not remember your name in a couple hours, but still. "I don't know you, do I? You don't seem familiar."

Then again, no one had, for a very long time.