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Post by Typhoid on Oct 10, 2009 23:25:37 GMT -5
"Not even three years of dealing with Typhoid's Wacky Powers?" she asked, smiling a little again.
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Post by The Man on Oct 11, 2009 12:11:01 GMT -5
::The Professor took another sip of his cocoa.:: "Believe it or not, Typhoid, but I have seen worse, and none of it has been a conscious attempt on your part."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 11, 2009 12:16:44 GMT -5
"And if it was conscious, you'd scold me just like you did when I went skateboarding down the stairs," she said, wryly.
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Post by The Man on Oct 11, 2009 12:18:41 GMT -5
::The Professor set the mug down on the table before him.:: "It worked, as there has been no further skateboarding down the staircase."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 11, 2009 12:21:02 GMT -5
"No, fighting large robots was much more entertaining," she said, chuckling. As she did, most of her went transparent, yet again.
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Post by The Man on Oct 11, 2009 12:24:43 GMT -5
"Necessity makes adults of us all," ::The Professor remarked quite seriously. He had not wanted to send the students to Washington, but they had only succeeded because of full cooperation. The alternative was not an option, and as it was, they had suffered far too many casualties.:: "If you need a sleeping pill tonight, I have some in my office."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 11, 2009 12:25:53 GMT -5
She shook her head. "Sleeping or not, I'll still wake up inside the mattress." It had happened often over the past week. "I can't hold form at night." The coat reasserted it's hold over her, and she solidified after a minute or so.
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Post by The Man on Oct 11, 2009 12:27:04 GMT -5
::The Professor considered the implications of that.:: "I will have to see if I can improve on Nicholas's coat design."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 11, 2009 12:29:41 GMT -5
"The coat...was part of him, I think." She tried to remember exactly how it had come about, then nodded. "It was intended to help track me, originally."
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Post by The Man on Oct 11, 2009 12:33:12 GMT -5
::The Professor acknowledged that with a nod.:: "I can still strive for improvement."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 11, 2009 12:34:40 GMT -5
She nodded, taking a marshmallow from the bag and eating it before replying. "Sometimes it works, sometimes..." she shook her head. "not enough." Nimrod had made modifications to it before he left, but it was intended to dampen her powers, not cancel them. Sometimes her powers broke through anyways.
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Post by The Man on Oct 11, 2009 12:35:36 GMT -5
::That merely told the Professor that he should call Forge in the morning; his colleague owed him several favors.:: "I can look at it in the morning."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 11, 2009 12:37:03 GMT -5
"All right." She could think of no objection to raise. "Thank you."
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Post by The Man on Oct 11, 2009 12:37:47 GMT -5
"You are welcome," ::The Professor told her. He finished his cocoa and set the mug down.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 11, 2009 12:45:05 GMT -5
She peered down into the bottom of her cup; she'd finished her chocolate without even realizing she had. She was still worried, yes, and scared, but being here was at the very least more comfortable then being at the university: less people to hurt. It set her slightly more at ease. "It's better to be home right now."
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