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Post by The Man on Jan 23, 2009 22:03:15 GMT -5
"Which languages?" ::The Professor asked, as the elevator reached the basement level. The doors opened, and he wheeled out.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 23, 2009 22:04:12 GMT -5
Typhoid followed the Professor. "German, French, and Spanish. Helps to read opera."
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Post by The Man on Jan 23, 2009 22:05:33 GMT -5
"That it does," ::The Professor agreed with a nod. He then began to wheel down the long, metallic corridor.:: "If you need any recordings, I have an extensive opera collection."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 23, 2009 22:07:34 GMT -5
"Thanks. I usually find most of them online." It helped not to have to borrow for everything.
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Post by The Man on Jan 23, 2009 22:11:46 GMT -5
::The Internet certainly made for an ever-changing face of education. Although the Professor still found it best to have physical materials.:: "Several of the instructors speak French or Spanish to one degree or another. And you have a natural resource in Pietro."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 23, 2009 22:13:00 GMT -5
She smiled a little. "He's taught me a lot already. But sometimes it's better to take a class, too."
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Post by The Man on Jan 23, 2009 22:14:28 GMT -5
"Of course," ::The Professor agreed with a soft smile.:: "I simply meant for supplement."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 23, 2009 22:16:02 GMT -5
She nodded. "I know." She'd been busy enough to be away from Pietro since Christmas, and vowed to rectify that as soon as she had the chance.
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Post by The Man on Jan 23, 2009 22:17:44 GMT -5
::They reached the Danger Room, and the Professor entered his access code and fingerprints. The doors opened, and he waited for Typhoid to enter first.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 23, 2009 22:19:49 GMT -5
She stepped into the empty, echoing room, moving aside from the door.
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Post by The Man on Jan 23, 2009 22:28:06 GMT -5
"Did you have any preferences, beyond what we discussed on the telephone?" ::The Professor asked, as he wheeled inside. He wished to have the specifics so they could begin promptly.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 23, 2009 22:30:38 GMT -5
"Not really. I just want practice, to be able to use my other powers better." Auras and ash she had down, transparency not so much.
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Post by The Man on Jan 23, 2009 22:33:01 GMT -5
::The maze it would be then. The Professor nodded in acknowledgment.:: "I will set the Room, then."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 23, 2009 22:34:32 GMT -5
She nodded, and simply stood to wait for the simulation to begin.
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Post by The Man on Jan 23, 2009 22:37:00 GMT -5
::The Professor wheeled to the Observation Lounge and programmed the maze scenario. He had used it with Katherine in her earlier days at the Institute. The walls faded, to be replaced with a hedge maze, a large, complex one, with hedges twenty feet high and five to ten feet thick.::
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