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Post by Typhoid on Apr 7, 2009 21:20:04 GMT -5
Typhoid got a slight smile on her face. "I like to think we're not the minority any more."
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Post by Odin on Apr 7, 2009 21:42:45 GMT -5
::Odin was in a unique position to make such judgments, and in some ways, that is what had brought him here tonight.:: "We still are, although one day, we won't be. I can guarantee that."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 7, 2009 21:45:49 GMT -5
"I wonder," she said, sounding slightly wistful and then dismissing the emotion, "what they'll say when it comes to that? The humans, I mean. Sheer numbers don't always guarantee freedom." She'd been taking some history courses to fill out her schedule, and they were getting into apartheid in South Africa.
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Post by Odin on Apr 8, 2009 18:32:26 GMT -5
"They don't," ::The plight of women in many countries was evidence of that, and Odin often used it as an example.:: "But the day that our numbers overtake theirs is at least a century or two away."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 8, 2009 20:59:28 GMT -5
"Only some of us will live that long," she mused. A few mutants she knew of had powers that kept them from going through a normal human lifespan.
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Post by Odin on Apr 8, 2009 21:00:42 GMT -5
"The rest of us will die long before that day," ::Odin agreed with a nod, but that was the result of any species which lived through later generations. That is to say, all species.::
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 8, 2009 21:05:58 GMT -5
"What about you?" she asked, mildly curious about his powers.
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Post by Odin on Apr 8, 2009 21:06:46 GMT -5
::Odin quirked his eyebrow; the question had been phrased in such a way as to give him leeway.:: "What about me?"
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 8, 2009 21:07:53 GMT -5
She smiled a little; he probably didn't even realize he was being funny. "Will you live that long?"
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Post by Odin on Apr 8, 2009 21:26:14 GMT -5
"Anything is possible," ::Odin replied coyly. His immunities certainly gave him some enhancements, and his interest in science made him tend towards life prolongation. He was not a prophet, and was not going to speak in a matter-of-fact way about his potential lifespan.:: "Considering how often trouble finds me, I could die next week."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 8, 2009 22:10:03 GMT -5
She chuckled. "If you keep finding yourself in the middle of riots, probably."
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Post by Odin on Apr 8, 2009 22:11:55 GMT -5
::Riots were only one of Odin's concerns, but there was no reason to delve into that. He nodded in agreement, before taking another sip of his water.:: "The price one pays for solidarity."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 8, 2009 22:14:50 GMT -5
Just then, the cook signaled that orders were up, and Ty went to retrieve Odin's food. She set the potato skins down with a napkin and a side of sour cream. "Enjoy."
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Post by Odin on Apr 8, 2009 22:16:19 GMT -5
"I will," ::Odin replied, although he did not yet reach for one. They were undoubtedly hot, and his fingertips could only stand so much heat before his nerves would be impaired.:: "Would you like one?"
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 8, 2009 22:17:42 GMT -5
She smiled thanks but shook her head. "No eating while working. House rules."
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