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(Shrugs as well. I’ll figure out eventually)
Malcolm: Raises an eyebrow disdainfully. And I’m not sociable. I also hate about anything that counts as organic, especially humanity.
Dane: Laughs As it is, neither do I. And I'm not exactly organic.
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Malcolm: His eyebrow remains up, but he seems more bored than disdainful. And?
Dane: Shrugs Anyways, I could help you.
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Malcolm: And why would I need help, especially now that my body is apparently a twenty year old again?
Dane: Shrugs Because maybe you need a guinea pig. Or maybe you need someone with new ideas.
Elijah: Says nothing but looks at Dane distrustfully.
Amber: Into her phone, off to the side. Whatever, Babe. Just figure it out, Kay? I don’t pay you to sit and do nothing. Slips phone in back pocket and rejoins the group. What’d I miss, y’all?
Kek: has been sitting and munching food while watching everything Something or other, I dunno. I just got here.
Dane: Grins at Elijah Boo. Looks at Amber and Kek, then hisses. Black and red lines trace along his skin as he watches Kek How dare you show up here, you obsolete vapor spewing son of a bitch?
(I'm late to the party, it seems. What to do, what to do. . . Maybe Val. Nods to self That'll work. . . I look at the rest of you Sorry. Not sorry.)
Val: Screams as she's tossed into the world. She looks very beat up. Her pale skin was covered in her own silvery blood, and someone elses red blood. Her wings had been torn from her, revealing hollow bones and a mass of infected, oozing sores. The flesh was turning gangrenous. She looks up, dazed, feverish and pleading. Help. . . me. . .
Dane: Sighs as Sadie looks at him. He walks over and kisses the woman, to Sadie's shock. When he pulls away, the woman is healed. You're welcome.
Val: Looks stunned, then angry. She flusher white and glares at Dane, not meeting his gaze Why?
Dane: Shrugs. For some unfathomable reason, he felt. . . uneasy. No, not uneasy. Embarrassed. He flushes slightly. A thank you would be nice. And you were nearly dead.
Val: Sighs Th- thank you. She trips over her words. Her instincts were telling her to stay away from this man.
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Dane: Shrugs Because maybe you need a guinea pig. Or maybe you need someone with new ideas.
Malcolm: Hums, his eyes narrowing in contemplation. Well, you’ve caught my attention now. He ignores everyone else, as if they weren’t worth the time and effort to even glance at. When Dane kisses Val, he rolls his eyes. He then pauses a moment, realizing something, and looks at his nanobots with a nostalgic look in his eyes.
Dane: Turns back to Malcolm and smiles Then do you think we can arrange something? Looks at Val quickly once more, then chides himself. He ignores her now
Val: Watches Dane a bit before turning away and walking over to Sadie.
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Malcolm: Hums. It’s been many decades since I’ve worked with anyone. But… maybe.
Elijah: Turns to Sadie, brushing a hair out of her face. So What’s the deal with Dane again? Crosses arms. I don’t like him.
Amber: Walks over to Val and offers her a hand and a cocky grin. Men are pigs. I’m Amber.
(Me: Remembering Sahlonek's approach and laughing)
Dane: Chuckles I look forward to it.
Sadie: Laughs He's a demon. Looks at Val And you're an angel.
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Malcolm: Shrugs. He then grabbed his toolkit again and found an empty vial. He set it on the ground and the swarm of nanobots went into the vial, returning to their bead-like shape. He closed the vial, putting it back into his toolkit, then sighed irritably, becoming bored almost instantly.
Val: Sighs. "Of course he's a demon. . ." Yep. I'm an angel.
Elijah: Makes the sign of the cross, something leftover from his few memories of his mom, but doesn’t take his eyes off Sadie. Good or bad, Sadie? We’ve had some bad experiences, remember?!
Amber: Rolls eyes. Yeah, whatever. That’s what my last boyfriend said about my too. Till he saw these bad girls. Unfurls her magenta wings from her shoulder blades.
Sadie: Shrugs He helps out.
Val: Sighs I'm a literal angel. Unfurls her 12 foot wings. Each feather is outlined in gold, and are constantly changing colors like an aurora. See?
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Malcolm: Glances up at Val’s wings and snorts. Fake. I can build wings like that with several metal plates, and some lights.
Elijah: Gets frustrated and blows out a breath. Okay then. Walks over to a corner and leans against a wall, watching quietly, arms crossed.
Amber: Dang, girl! Shut up! I’m just a mutant, but you… Dang girl!!
Val: Snorts Take tissue samples. You'll find out if they're fake. Looks at Amber, flattered They're the real thing. She flaps her wings a couple times, nearly blowing everyone away. She turns sheepish and tucks her wings away Sorry.
Amber: Rolls her eyes. Don’t apologize. You did nothing. It’s just him. Points at Malcom.
