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Post by Admin on Nov 26, 2015 22:51:31 GMT
"So," she said, sliding her hands across the table to take his. "Working on anything new?"
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Post by alley on Nov 29, 2015 7:22:40 GMT
"Ana wanted me to update the cloaking device on the legion bases and transports, I was researching routers, connections and superpower sources most of today." He knew how completely dry it sounded and it was, he did a lot of updating on inventions he had made almost decades ago. He wasn't given permission on most of his new project proposals since he had had a few failures which had turned into minor disasters when his mad man mind went too far. He
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Post by Admin on Nov 29, 2015 7:27:25 GMT
She leaned forward slightly, listening with all apparent interest. "We have to keep up," she agreed. "Whoever is working for the other side is doing just fine. Have you thought up anything fun lately? Not that Ana gives you much leeway."
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Post by alley on Nov 30, 2015 1:48:32 GMT
Damien shrugged, his gaze faltering to the floor a little. His ideas were always so outlandish, normally he could be honest with her, but even he could recall a couple of times when she had given him that look that he was nuts. "It will probably never take to anything-- again--" he trailed a little, "never mind.. Not important. What were you doing today that causes your shoulder to dislocate?"
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Post by Admin on Nov 30, 2015 2:24:22 GMT
She frowned at him a little, wanting him to open up with her but was sidetracked by his question. "Stopping an attempted robbery is all. Got spun about a little and one of the bad guys had a hold on my arm. You know shoulders are bio-mechanically fragile." She shrugged carelessly. "It'll heal up just fine and I'll be back in action in no time."
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Post by alley on Nov 30, 2015 4:19:16 GMT
"I wish you were more careful, what if your luck runs out some day?" He couldn't help but mention. Sure it was minor injuries this time, but he had seen many heroes fall in his time.
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Post by Admin on Nov 30, 2015 4:53:38 GMT
Meg squeezed his hand. "This is who I am," she explained. "This is what I do. It's what I have to do. And I have no intention of dying anytime soon."
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Post by alley on Nov 30, 2015 5:09:34 GMT
"What you have to do? According to who?" Damien questioned though he was more than smart enough to know the answer, just didn't understand it.
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Post by Admin on Nov 30, 2015 6:20:50 GMT
"According to me. It's a need, just like you need to invent things or play with your little circuits."
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Post by alley on Nov 30, 2015 6:21:46 GMT
"Yes, but my need doesn't endanger my life," Damien reminded.
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Post by Admin on Nov 30, 2015 6:26:07 GMT
"Doesn't it? What about all the times things blow up?"
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Post by alley on Nov 30, 2015 6:29:54 GMT
"I haven't had an accident in my lab in 581 days," Damien defended, "you always put yourself so far out there." This was all a conversation they had had before.
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Post by Admin on Nov 30, 2015 6:34:46 GMT
"581? That is so oddly specific, I love it."
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Post by alley on Nov 30, 2015 6:38:31 GMT
He realized what he was saying and pulled himself back in, there was no point in repeating himself, he knew how she was. Instead he pulled on a smile and countered, "I love you."
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Post by Admin on Nov 30, 2015 6:52:36 GMT
"That was pretty smooth," she commented. "And convenient, because I definitely love you."
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