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Crisis Point
"I could give most people a run for their money in the Tin Street footrace. Without getting myself mugged while running it," Austin said simply. "Then again, most of you've never been to Tin Street. Not a good place."

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Austin held out his left hand for Colby. "Sure, go ahead," he said, his tone somewhere between ambivalent and slightly annoyed.

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"And," Austin began, drawing out the conjunction, "We're talking about completely different things here. Who says I need to match that to not play it safe? If I wanted, and at times, even if I don't, I could cause some serious property damage. And it's not something people want to try to teach me to control, really; it was easier for them to run me out of town than to try that. Every time."

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"Sorry to say, but 'playing it safe' will be pretty tough," Austin said with a shrug. "The glove, despite what most people think at first glance, is not just a grungy fashion statement. You might want to stay to my left."

Christian School Suspends Teen. Sieg Heil or Hail Mary?
No, religious extremism at its 'best' was the Crusades. This doesn't top that, not by a long shot. Moving on, please.

You're banned because...
Banned: Get down. It's a freakin' firefight.

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Whatever appetite Austin had had been drained away from him by watching that episode. I mean, kicked through, not merely one wall, but several. It could feasibly happen to him, if he wasn't careful. He had to force himself through his breakfast. "Not that I'm about to, but it's not too late to back out of this, right?" He asked Kabuto.

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"Yep. That's me," Austin said, shaking Kabuto's hand. "Partner only when the event calls for it," he added. "I'm sure we're gonna be facing each other on the opposite sides of the ring at some point... figure of speech if there's no actual ring involved." He winced when Artemis threw the table. "Think the guy's a bit less stable emotionally than the things I peg with my right hand," he said with a nervous grin.

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Austin sat at one of the tables. "Huh. Judging by how awake everyone is, this might be a cakewalk," he said in a sardonic tone. He fiddled with his glove, pulling it through the device on his wrist to help secure it. "And that... should do it for today."

Black Tower II
Allister sat in a tavern in a coastal town, listening to the rumors. Many of them revolved around the strange occurrences in the ruins of Shanteria, apparently east of that town. Allister got up and started off in that direction, nobody noticing he had been there. He brushed a windswept lock of brown hair from his eyes as he headed down the road.

Black Tower II
Character entry:
Name & age: Allister Hiss, 16
Race: Human
Weapon of Choice: Longsword

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"The hard part'll be finding someone I can stand, I figure," Austin said, voice settling into a stereotypical Southern drawl. "An' who knows? I might figure this thing out on my own yet. Well, g'night." He started back towards his room. He felt a little better having told someone about his worries, but he hadn't intended to elicit pity from Aurora. Then again, telling someone your own family disowned you tended to do that.

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"Nobody directly," Austin clarified. "Don't get me wrong, a lot of times I find it useful... but there've been times that I set homes on fire because I forgot to tug my glove tighter. I know I need to control it... but think about it. How many people do you know are brave and patient enough to deal with somebody who can turn something he touches into a grenade?" He asked sardonically. "Personally, I don't know anyone like that."

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"The power, I've lived with for years. Part of the problem is that I always worry about whether or not I might hurt someone by accident," Austin said to Aurora. "Not to mention what most other people think when they see it happen in front of them. To most people, I end up some kind of freak, too dangerous to mingle with other people. My parents left me in the middle of nowhere back when I was in high school, when it was found out I could do that. That's something that still hurts, being disowned by my family because I'm not just abnormal, I'm... well... destructive. I haven't learned to control it, only to contain it. And sometimes, that doesn't even work... Sorry. Didn't mean to end up ranting," he finished apologetically.

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Austin's eyes widened in surprise, not that Artemis had removed the hand, but that he was letting it be used for the 'demonstration.' "Well... don't blink, or you'll miss it," he said, tugging off the glove and crumpling it in his left hand. He picked up the hand, held it for a few seconds, then put it onto the table. "Five, four..." Austin began counting down. A second after he reached one, the hand spontaneously shattered. He put the glove back on. "Yeah. Everything I touch with that hand either goes off like that, or up into a fireball. I've never risked touching another living being with it, but... I can imagine what would happen. I'm afraid, Artemis, that at some point, even the measures I, and the few who know what I can do, have taken, aren't going to be enough." He sighed. "I haven't even told the guy responsible for the glove now, but there've been... incidents where it's seemed to bypass the glove."

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"Ah. So basically... you're just too bored." Austin chuckled. Then he turned serious. "I, on the other hand... am afraid. It'd be easier to show you what it is than explain it. You got anything you can afford to lose right now?" He tugged at the glove on his right hand. He decided he'd be a lot more at ease if he didn't keep the particulars to himself.

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Austin was having trouble sleeping. He came into the room where Artemis was working. "...Oh. I thought nobody else was up," he said. "Uh... yeah..." He'd heard Artemis was a machine, so the 'obvious' question to have asked anyone else was an awkward one in this situation. He went for a different phrasing. "Something on your mind?"

GOG, Classic PC games for cheap!
Please, oh please, oh please...

Nope. No Sid Meier's Alpha Centauri. Damn.

Old Navy running quite possibly the stupidest marketing campaign known to mankind.
Poor marketing campaign notwithstanding... my mother regularly purchases their wares. Then again, I've not really seen these particular ads, so...

And hey, they're one of the few chains that carry slacks and jeans in my (elongated) size.

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Austin flopped onto the bed, mentally repeating his motivation for trying to hit the top of this tournament. He had to prove that he was able to keep from accidentally destroying most of what he came into contact with. If he did well enough, and people heard about it, people would think him less of a dangerous freak and menace to society and more of... well, still a dangerous freak, probably, but not entirely uncontrollable. He was convinced that things would change.

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