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Post by The Man on Oct 10, 2009 21:43:29 GMT -5
::The Professor accepted that with a nod of acknowledgment, before inquiring,:: "What had you been discussing in class?"
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 10, 2009 21:55:03 GMT -5
"Umm..." She rubbed at her eyes, took another drink of her chocolate. "...It was a lit class. We were talking about Tolstoy, I think. It's hard to remember right now."
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Post by The Man on Oct 10, 2009 21:56:29 GMT -5
::That was not as revealing as the Professor had hoped, but he was used to handling difficult cases.:: "Did your professors give you an advanced syllabus or do they otherwise put your homework assignments online?"
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 10, 2009 22:02:14 GMT -5
"Most of them post assignments online," she said, nodding.
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Post by The Man on Oct 10, 2009 22:03:06 GMT -5
"Then you will be able to keep up from home," ::The Professor remarked. He assumed from the fact that she had returned in the middle of the night that she intended to remain for a while.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 10, 2009 22:07:02 GMT -5
"Yeah, I thought so," she said, then shook her head. "...I just hate doing this. And I'm scared." She almost swallowed the last word.
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Post by The Man on Oct 10, 2009 22:13:08 GMT -5
"Sometimes the best course of action is still not the most reassuring," ::The Professor told her. With the other admission, he instinctively reached out to pat her arm, as he would with any of his students. It was not often that Typhoid admitted to fear. He spoke gently,:: "I know, and we will get to the bottom of this."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 10, 2009 22:25:34 GMT -5
For a long time, with her powers the way they were, Typhoid's fear had been giving into the temptation to use to much power; it came so naturally to her that she forced herself to suppress as many aspects of her abilities as possible, until doing so became second nature. And she always could tell when she was about to lose control. This power was different: it could hurt her, and at it's worst kill her and hurt others, either physically or mentally, and it could happen without her even realizing it until it was too late to stop it. It reminded her too much of an entity she'd hated, and she was uncomfortable with how vulnerable it made her. All those factors twisted her stomach.
When the Professor reached out to pat her arm, she shied away. It wasn't personal. She was too afraid of changing form and beginning to bind to someone, even during the most casual of gestures. "I hope so," she said quietly, taking another drink of chocolate.
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Post by The Man on Oct 10, 2009 22:37:18 GMT -5
::The Professor withdrew his hand when she shied way, setting it at the edge of the table. Her concern was natural, understandable, and he would not dwell on that aloud at the moment.:: "Hope and determination will help quite a bit."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 10, 2009 22:43:33 GMT -5
"I suppose." She shook her head. "Just once I'd like to have a power that didn't cause trouble."
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Post by The Man on Oct 10, 2009 22:45:27 GMT -5
"Tell me about it," ::The Professor said to her. In this, he most certainly could sympathize.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 10, 2009 22:49:07 GMT -5
That made her smile a little. "We talking about me, or you?"
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Post by The Man on Oct 10, 2009 22:50:36 GMT -5
"Technically, you," ::The Professor said, before taking a sip from his mug.:: "However, theoretically, it could apply to me as well."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 10, 2009 22:59:41 GMT -5
She shrugged a little. "Sorry," she apologized.
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Post by The Man on Oct 10, 2009 23:07:34 GMT -5
::The Professor took another sip of his cocoa.:: "Nothing warrants apology."
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