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Post by Typhoid on Oct 14, 2009 21:33:24 GMT -5
She went down the address book until she found it, then hit the call button, and listened to it ring.
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Post by The Man on Oct 14, 2009 21:45:41 GMT -5
::It was late enough that the Professor would not be engaged in office hours, or even in his office if he kept a regular schedule. Unfortunately, he did not have the luxury, and thus he was there when his office line rang. Picking it up, and noticing the caller identification, he said,:: "What may I do?"
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 14, 2009 21:51:34 GMT -5
"Wrong person, it's Typhoid," Ty said, when the Professor picked up. She resisted the urge to give in to tears, instead her voice came out flat and choked.
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Post by The Man on Oct 14, 2009 21:53:38 GMT -5
::That was indicative of a problem, and the Professor's brow creased in concern.:: "Typhoid, what happened? What is wrong?"
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 14, 2009 21:58:57 GMT -5
"I couldn't hold my form on stage," she replied, her tone still flat to conceal what she was feeling. "And I'm having a hard time holding it even with the coat on."
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Post by The Man on Oct 14, 2009 22:00:18 GMT -5
::As concerning as that was, the Professor was nonetheless relieved. He had first thought there was a medical emergency. He kept his voice light, encouraging.:: "When you return home, we will see what we can do."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 14, 2009 22:07:28 GMT -5
She'd already admitted to fear once; doing so a second time wouldn't make it any more true, so she didn't. "Professor, if I go transparent permanently, I can't survive outside a live host." It was one of the things she was most afraid of, and it was getting to the point where that seemed inevitable.
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Post by The Man on Oct 14, 2009 22:11:20 GMT -5
::The Professor was aware of that, however, he did not believe that a permenant possibility.:: "Although I understand the concern, I believe it is premature. This is a difficult time, Typhoid, but again, I reiterate that I do not think this is problem of permanency. I realize that makes little difference in the immediate."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 14, 2009 22:17:57 GMT -5
"You're right, it doesn't." She shut her eyes briefly before she continued. "I don't want to hurt anyone around me." At the moment, that was Pietro, and he was at the top of her list of people she'd never hurt if she could help it.
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Post by The Man on Oct 14, 2009 22:19:24 GMT -5
"I know," ::The Professor repeated; he was well-aware of that.:: "We will discuss this when you return home. I can pull another all-nighter."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 14, 2009 22:29:24 GMT -5
She sighed, shook her head even though he couldn't see it. "Unless you were planning on it before, no. Being up all night doesn't solve anything." She paused for a minute, then asked "Did you ever get a chance to look at my coat?" She'd left it with him a few times, on her more even days when she wasn't having so much of a problem and didn't need to be away from the Mansion.
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Post by The Man on Oct 14, 2009 22:32:22 GMT -5
"I did," ::The Professor reassured her. He had run a full battery of tests on it, in fact.:: "I sent the information I logged to an associate of mine. He is working on improvements."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 14, 2009 22:38:05 GMT -5
"All right." It wasn't perfect, but it was something. "We can talk when I get back. I need to concentrate." Her hold on her form was tenuous; she'd probably drop the phone if she kept going.
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Post by The Man on Oct 14, 2009 22:41:06 GMT -5
"I will see you soon," ::The Professor told her, before ending the telephone call. He assumed he had perhaps an hour until they arrived, which told him to call Forge.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 14, 2009 22:44:49 GMT -5
She hung up when he did, and handed the phone back to Pietro carefully. "He's going to try to help. I don't know how."
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