J'onn J'onzz (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
yourfavorite) wrote2021-07-07 03:24 pm
yourfavorite) wrote2021-07-07 03:24 pm
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For continuing threads or random prompts. Bring anything you like to the board.
For continuing threads or random prompts. Bring anything you like to the board.
[ J'onn had taken a number of precautions when he took the job offered by the Brotherhood of Evil. He had told exactly one person what he was up to, the person he could rely on to get him out of trouble if things went to Hell and to keep keep the secret wrapped up tight. With Batman as his safety net, he'd gotten to work. There were few places on Earth it was considered odd for Marco Xavier to visit. He knew every baron, billionaire and black market buyer in the world it seemed. He'd made his visit visible, to ensure the Brotherhood would know he was at least in the country. But all the legwork was done with the use of his Martian powers, ensuring the utmost secrecy as he sorted through the potential dirt. There was a lot, but most of it was either useless (tyrannical dictators tend to take pride in a lot of their evil, and make sure everyone knows about it) or too useful (he couldn't give the Brotherhood too much leverage and let them run roughshod over the country). It took three days, but he'd found a fine piece. Something that would put the upper echelons of the corrupt government in hot water if revealed, but not enough to endanger the common citizens. And once his dealings with the Brotherhood was done he could take action himself.
Now for the harder part. Finding out what the Brotherhood wanted to achieve with the information he gave them.
The private island resort was a perfectly suitable backdrop to test his just how much of a debonair spy he could be. A special challenge, due to the difficulty in reading Gemini's mind. ]
Fancy meeting you here.
[ A confident smirk and a long cigarette holder on his lips, an ice bucket with champagne protruding in one hand and two glasses in the other, Marc Xavier made his appearance. The beachwear of choice was understated but no doubt expensive, even if it was just a part of shorts and a polo shirt. Covering a lot more than Gemini was, that was for sure, but then again she probably wasn't wearing anything at all, he reasoned. His clothing was a semi-sentient plant that could shapeshift with him, so who was he to judge? ]
Now for the harder part. Finding out what the Brotherhood wanted to achieve with the information he gave them.
The private island resort was a perfectly suitable backdrop to test his just how much of a debonair spy he could be. A special challenge, due to the difficulty in reading Gemini's mind. ]
Fancy meeting you here.
[ A confident smirk and a long cigarette holder on his lips, an ice bucket with champagne protruding in one hand and two glasses in the other, Marc Xavier made his appearance. The beachwear of choice was understated but no doubt expensive, even if it was just a part of shorts and a polo shirt. Covering a lot more than Gemini was, that was for sure, but then again she probably wasn't wearing anything at all, he reasoned. His clothing was a semi-sentient plant that could shapeshift with him, so who was he to judge? ]
['Hire the spy, have him obtain the information, if he succeeds meet with him to secure his services long term.' The instructions from the Brain had been concise as always, but luckily for Gemini they left plenty of room for interpretation. So rather than a dingy back alley she had booked an exclusive private island in the Seychelles and settled down to be pampered by the staff until her contact made his appearance.
The sun's rays beat down, spreading a relaxing warmth through her rubbery body as she reclined on a sun lounger on the beach, listening to the soothing crash of the waves, her eyes closed behind the expensive looking black Gucci sunglasses she wore. Were she truly to relax her body would slop off the side of the chair, but an oozing mass of shapeless goo would hardly create the impression Gemini wanted, so she made sure to hold her focus, preserving the look that she called her own. Flawlessly beautiful in the way that only someone with total control of their appearance could be, she displayed her figure to the fullest in a black bikini that she'd seen in the Dior catalogue last year, when it came to men a little distraction always went a long way.
It might have been an hour, it might have been two, the warmth dulling her senses slightly, but not enough for her not to notice the footsteps of the man approaching. She didn't react until he spoke, turning her head to look him up and down, the sunglasses hiding the shark-like quality to her gaze.]
Ah Mr Xavier. [She smiled warmly, her voice a sultry purr.] I'm glad that you made it. I trust you have what the Brain wanted?
The sun's rays beat down, spreading a relaxing warmth through her rubbery body as she reclined on a sun lounger on the beach, listening to the soothing crash of the waves, her eyes closed behind the expensive looking black Gucci sunglasses she wore. Were she truly to relax her body would slop off the side of the chair, but an oozing mass of shapeless goo would hardly create the impression Gemini wanted, so she made sure to hold her focus, preserving the look that she called her own. Flawlessly beautiful in the way that only someone with total control of their appearance could be, she displayed her figure to the fullest in a black bikini that she'd seen in the Dior catalogue last year, when it came to men a little distraction always went a long way.
It might have been an hour, it might have been two, the warmth dulling her senses slightly, but not enough for her not to notice the footsteps of the man approaching. She didn't react until he spoke, turning her head to look him up and down, the sunglasses hiding the shark-like quality to her gaze.]
Ah Mr Xavier. [She smiled warmly, her voice a sultry purr.] I'm glad that you made it. I trust you have what the Brain wanted?
Edited 2021-07-07 21:12 (UTC)
Eep so sorry, I'd marked this as read and thought I'd replied! :(
stretchy_girl
- 2021-09-18 23:03 (UTC) - ExpandFrom here.
I would have assumed that was simply his reaction to being spoken to by an attractive woman.
I would have assumed that was simply his reaction to being spoken to by an attractive woman.
Edited 2021-07-18 13:48 (UTC)
HAH, nope, he just keeps threatening to kill me in increasingly unhinged terms.
It's almost a comedy shtick at this point.
It's almost a comedy shtick at this point.
From here.
First step to doing is trying.
Hypocrisy doesn't make me factually incorrect. And besides- I meditate.
[ He did indeed know Jill was very unlikely to flop into a bed on his vague suggestion. But part of being J'onn is caring deeply and giving advice no one takes. In his John persona, it just comes out kind of gruff. ]
First step to doing is trying.
Hypocrisy doesn't make me factually incorrect. And besides- I meditate.
[ He did indeed know Jill was very unlikely to flop into a bed on his vague suggestion. But part of being J'onn is caring deeply and giving advice no one takes. In his John persona, it just comes out kind of gruff. ]
No, of course not.
If there's anyone that knows about giving advice and not taking it, it's me. ;)
My thoughts run too hard and fast, though.
Sleep doesn't work all that well for me.
And I don't need it like I used to.
[ The virus, she supposes, was part of that. Or maybe it's just another excuse among a myriad of them for her to play it cool and strong -- and not think of the reality of the situation or the deeper issues that come with her lack of sleep. ]
Any interesting work?
Or is it on the down-low?
If there's anyone that knows about giving advice and not taking it, it's me. ;)
My thoughts run too hard and fast, though.
Sleep doesn't work all that well for me.
And I don't need it like I used to.
[ The virus, she supposes, was part of that. Or maybe it's just another excuse among a myriad of them for her to play it cool and strong -- and not think of the reality of the situation or the deeper issues that come with her lack of sleep. ]
Any interesting work?
Or is it on the down-low?
From here
Hmm. I will confess my first thought was Guy as Scrappy. But Skeets is an excellent option.
Hmm. I will confess my first thought was Guy as Scrappy. But Skeets is an excellent option.
From here
I thought the traditional worry is that it would go to your hips?
[ His poker face recovered to its usual perfection, he asks the question with his deadpan hardness. His favourite joke is that he doesn't have a sense of humour, and he amuses himself with it constantly. He may as well have asked her where she was on the night of a murder, with his tone.
Though the fact he tops it off by plucking a single Oreo from his sundae and biting it in half with a quiet 'mmm' might give him away a little. Or he's just weird.
It's both. Oreos (or their legally distinct non-copyrighted equivalent 'Choccos') are his favourite, signature food. He eats them by the crate. ]
I thought the traditional worry is that it would go to your hips?
[ His poker face recovered to its usual perfection, he asks the question with his deadpan hardness. His favourite joke is that he doesn't have a sense of humour, and he amuses himself with it constantly. He may as well have asked her where she was on the night of a murder, with his tone.
Though the fact he tops it off by plucking a single Oreo from his sundae and biting it in half with a quiet 'mmm' might give him away a little. Or he's just weird.
It's both. Oreos (or their legally distinct non-copyrighted equivalent 'Choccos') are his favourite, signature food. He eats them by the crate. ]
[She laughs] Okay, well-played. I was talking about the compliments, not the sweets.
[Which he knows, otherwise the joke wouldn't have worked, Molly.]
Besides, who ever said I was traditional? [She relieves the spoon of another helping of ice cream and chocolate, then begins to use her spoon like she's carving off the Oreos from the mountain that is this dessert, munching a couple with dollop of ice cream]
Or is that in your Molly Hooper file somewhere?
[Which he knows, otherwise the joke wouldn't have worked, Molly.]
Besides, who ever said I was traditional? [She relieves the spoon of another helping of ice cream and chocolate, then begins to use her spoon like she's carving off the Oreos from the mountain that is this dessert, munching a couple with dollop of ice cream]
Or is that in your Molly Hooper file somewhere?
From here
That's correct- the music becomes quite sinister when I start to exit the pyramid in order to face it. An effective deterrent and perhaps a bluff intended to keep me trapped here. In your expert opinion, is this entity likely to possess powers that differ from its fictional counterpart?
I watch a great deal of late-night movies. And I like desert scenery.
That's correct- the music becomes quite sinister when I start to exit the pyramid in order to face it. An effective deterrent and perhaps a bluff intended to keep me trapped here. In your expert opinion, is this entity likely to possess powers that differ from its fictional counterpart?
I watch a great deal of late-night movies. And I like desert scenery.
That tracks.
To answer your question, though, I'd lean towards it being WYSIWYG. I figure someone that into the minutiae of the movie is probably just making a rote copy, but I can't rule out them trying something cute.
To answer your question, though, I'd lean towards it being WYSIWYG. I figure someone that into the minutiae of the movie is probably just making a rote copy, but I can't rule out them trying something cute.
From here
[ His eyes emit a light blue beam, a wide ray that slowly travels from the top Lauri-Ell's of head all the way to her toes. He's a thorough guy- who knows if she broke a toe! ]
Hmm. You are correct- no broken bones. There is no damage to your organs, but there is a mild concussion.
[ Not much can be done about that, except wait. But the blood on her arm, that he can deal with. A disinfecting wipe on the wound first. And determining if it needs stitches. ]
I recommend you minimise activity for the next 48 hours, physical or mental.
[ His eyes emit a light blue beam, a wide ray that slowly travels from the top Lauri-Ell's of head all the way to her toes. He's a thorough guy- who knows if she broke a toe! ]
Hmm. You are correct- no broken bones. There is no damage to your organs, but there is a mild concussion.
[ Not much can be done about that, except wait. But the blood on her arm, that he can deal with. A disinfecting wipe on the wound first. And determining if it needs stitches. ]
I recommend you minimise activity for the next 48 hours, physical or mental.
[Chewie, drawn by the noise, appears with a careful leap up to the back of the couch that Lauri-Ell is on. She smiles and returns her attention to the other non-Earthling]
I shall attempt to do so, unless my Emperor calls upon me. My arm, though...
[She looks toward the cut, which is starting too ooze again from her reaching up to pet the Flerkin]
I shall attempt to do so, unless my Emperor calls upon me. My arm, though...
[She looks toward the cut, which is starting too ooze again from her reaching up to pet the Flerkin]
From here
I prefer the term 'impish.'
Very well. A few hours will be more than sufficient. Alert me when you are ready.
I prefer the term 'impish.'
Very well. A few hours will be more than sufficient. Alert me when you are ready.
Ready
Do you want me to bring something for you to eat? We just had dinner
Do you want me to bring something for you to eat? We just had dinner
From here
That is a statement I cannot disagree with, even if my wording would have been somewhat different.
I am now nearly converted on if I would consider the night a triumph as well. You are most persuasive.
That is a statement I cannot disagree with, even if my wording would have been somewhat different.
I am now nearly converted on if I would consider the night a triumph as well. You are most persuasive.
I do my best.
A good friend taught me to use words on occasion, rather than my fists.
A good friend taught me to use words on occasion, rather than my fists.
From here
Too true- I'm sure you'll forgive the hyperbole. However, I believe that seeing the bigger picture does involve acknowledging that no one strategy is a panacea for all problems. Slow and steady can win a marathon, but not a sprint. If one tries to construct plans on top of plans and contingencies upon contingencies, you may find you don't have time to enact any of them.
Calculated risks sometimes need more risk than calculation.
Too true- I'm sure you'll forgive the hyperbole. However, I believe that seeing the bigger picture does involve acknowledging that no one strategy is a panacea for all problems. Slow and steady can win a marathon, but not a sprint. If one tries to construct plans on top of plans and contingencies upon contingencies, you may find you don't have time to enact any of them.
Calculated risks sometimes need more risk than calculation.
Or course. And your reasoning is valid on many levels, I agree. The circumstances in each case need to be assessed swiftly yet with care. It requires the kind of critical thinking most humans have precious little experience with, especially under pressure.
At times like these it may pay dividends to involve others in the decision-making process so that more alternatives can be explored within the time available.
[Strickler can hardly believe he's suggesting cooperation with others. He must be going soft.]
At times like these it may pay dividends to involve others in the decision-making process so that more alternatives can be explored within the time available.
[Strickler can hardly believe he's suggesting cooperation with others. He must be going soft.]
From here
It is a curious state for such an advanced society to be in. I have lived lives amongst many species, adopting their forms and living amongst them, but have yet to try the Moclan lifestyle. I imagine I'd be too tempted to pick fights.
I think the comfort of those around me deserves some consideration as well. But I will make a note to dress in whatever manner I wish when it is just you and I.
It is a curious state for such an advanced society to be in. I have lived lives amongst many species, adopting their forms and living amongst them, but have yet to try the Moclan lifestyle. I imagine I'd be too tempted to pick fights.
I think the comfort of those around me deserves some consideration as well. But I will make a note to dress in whatever manner I wish when it is just you and I.
From here
I will be as diplomatic as necessary.
You're quite correct, one of many reasons not to throw objects into space unless it is absolutely necessary. However, I suspect you would be an inefficient method of disposing of space junk. I would have to devise a space-worthy version of your suit. And train you as an astronaut. You would perhaps be amazed however at what sorts of hazardous waste that, if you will forgive the crude term, mad scientists create when building shrink rays and the like. Disintegration would be ideal.
Alternatively, you can mop the floor in the Hall of Justice for three weeks. I prefer not to know what you thought I was going to suggest.
I will be as diplomatic as necessary.
You're quite correct, one of many reasons not to throw objects into space unless it is absolutely necessary. However, I suspect you would be an inefficient method of disposing of space junk. I would have to devise a space-worthy version of your suit. And train you as an astronaut. You would perhaps be amazed however at what sorts of hazardous waste that, if you will forgive the crude term, mad scientists create when building shrink rays and the like. Disintegration would be ideal.
Alternatively, you can mop the floor in the Hall of Justice for three weeks. I prefer not to know what you thought I was going to suggest.
from here
I am hoping it will be good for more than just me.
Gingerbread is a sweet and crunchy form of biscuit flavoured with the root of the ginger root, hence the name. It is often served in a crude simulacrum of the human form. I have no idea why.
But they are delicious.
I am hoping it will be good for more than just me.
Gingerbread is a sweet and crunchy form of biscuit flavoured with the root of the ginger root, hence the name. It is often served in a crude simulacrum of the human form. I have no idea why.
But they are delicious.
I would very much like to sample one of these crude simulacrums!
from here
I do worry that I could be considered intimidating.
[ A green giant might be just another member of the Justice League, but your average crook might feel put off. ]
I cannot think of anywhere I would rather be, my friend. Earth's food comes in such variety, I am always eager to try new things.
I do worry that I could be considered intimidating.
[ A green giant might be just another member of the Justice League, but your average crook might feel put off. ]
I cannot think of anywhere I would rather be, my friend. Earth's food comes in such variety, I am always eager to try new things.
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from here
It would just be nice to be listened to for a change.
Not to mention I would have as many questions in return.
It would just be nice to be listened to for a change.
Not to mention I would have as many questions in return.
Oh, they'll hear you, that doesn't mean they'll listen.
from here
[ If there's one thing he understands, it's that sometimes, shit comes up. Sometimes he'll have to give up being whatever human life he's immersing himself in at the drop of a hat and deal with a crisis. Sometimes he'll get to do something normal for an Earthling that's still totally alien to him, like drink coffee. ]
Some of the usual.
[ He pulls a small collection of envelopes from his jacket pocket and slides them across the table, along with her coffee. When you have two New York detectives with the initials J. Jones who work a close distance, it happens. She gets his hat catalogues and the occasional niche interest magazine, never the same one twice, sometimes. ]
And one unusual.
[ This envelope is open, because it contains a message in the classic 'cut out letters from magazines' school of an anonymous death threat. Terms vague enough it could be for either of them. ]
Could be for me. Could be for you. 40-60, I estimate.
[ If there's one thing he understands, it's that sometimes, shit comes up. Sometimes he'll have to give up being whatever human life he's immersing himself in at the drop of a hat and deal with a crisis. Sometimes he'll get to do something normal for an Earthling that's still totally alien to him, like drink coffee. ]
Some of the usual.
[ He pulls a small collection of envelopes from his jacket pocket and slides them across the table, along with her coffee. When you have two New York detectives with the initials J. Jones who work a close distance, it happens. She gets his hat catalogues and the occasional niche interest magazine, never the same one twice, sometimes. ]
And one unusual.
[ This envelope is open, because it contains a message in the classic 'cut out letters from magazines' school of an anonymous death threat. Terms vague enough it could be for either of them. ]
Could be for me. Could be for you. 40-60, I estimate.
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That reminds me.
[ John slides some of her mail over to her -- which mainly consists of liquor stores catalogs, Pottery Barn (don't ask), and a whole crap load of useless junk mail -- and she gathers it all up into one sloppy pile, setting it off to the side. In return she reaches into her own coat pockets and hands him a few magazines and his catalogs of interest. ]
I got these a few days ago.
[ Same old same old. But that wasn't the interesting mail she was concerned about. No, the envelope he pulls out with the threats... that could be for either of them, was what really caught her attention. This is what happens when two detectives in the same area share similar names. Great. More shit from random, or not so random, people -- and they couldn't even be bothered to pull away from the classics and try something new.
She takes the letter to get a closer look at it, furrowing a brow. She's really trying to figure out who she could have pissed off lately this time, it happens a lot. Or maybe he pissed someone off this time.
Such was the life of a P.I. ]
John. When did you get this? Did it come today?
[ John slides some of her mail over to her -- which mainly consists of liquor stores catalogs, Pottery Barn (don't ask), and a whole crap load of useless junk mail -- and she gathers it all up into one sloppy pile, setting it off to the side. In return she reaches into her own coat pockets and hands him a few magazines and his catalogs of interest. ]
I got these a few days ago.
[ Same old same old. But that wasn't the interesting mail she was concerned about. No, the envelope he pulls out with the threats... that could be for either of them, was what really caught her attention. This is what happens when two detectives in the same area share similar names. Great. More shit from random, or not so random, people -- and they couldn't even be bothered to pull away from the classics and try something new.
She takes the letter to get a closer look at it, furrowing a brow. She's really trying to figure out who she could have pissed off lately this time, it happens a lot. Or maybe he pissed someone off this time.
Such was the life of a P.I. ]
John. When did you get this? Did it come today?
From here
[ Oh what he wouldn't give to be able to share their thoughts more directly- one of the reasons he likes Sadie so much is that she's almost as earnest as a psychic connection with just her mouth. But the taunting typing bubble is a different story. ]
Then to be clear, I do not want you to be hurt.
Which means the most logical choice is for us to work together.
[ Oh what he wouldn't give to be able to share their thoughts more directly- one of the reasons he likes Sadie so much is that she's almost as earnest as a psychic connection with just her mouth. But the taunting typing bubble is a different story. ]
Then to be clear, I do not want you to be hurt.
Which means the most logical choice is for us to work together.
it should, those would be very different decisions
I will be almost as safe as I am usually
I will be almost as safe as I am usually
From here
I will bring my copy. Hold tight.
[ Of course, he has one. He's J'onn.
It's maybe ten long ape minutes before famed gorilla journalist, the tweed-wearing, bespectacled ape makes his appearance. His purposeful stride, his confident voice, his sheer silver back energy. It can be no other than Jonki Kong. ]
An outrage. False imprisonment, suppressing the press- I simply cannot believe our civilised society would be so... human!
[ Pause for comedic effect- ]
Present company excluded, of course.
I will bring my copy. Hold tight.
[ Of course, he has one. He's J'onn.
It's maybe ten long ape minutes before famed gorilla journalist, the tweed-wearing, bespectacled ape makes his appearance. His purposeful stride, his confident voice, his sheer silver back energy. It can be no other than Jonki Kong. ]
An outrage. False imprisonment, suppressing the press- I simply cannot believe our civilised society would be so... human!
[ Pause for comedic effect- ]
Present company excluded, of course.
[ Wow! What a performance. It's so good Jimmy almost misses his cue— ]
No offense taken, your Kongliness.
[ Jimmy is trying to look as dignified as possible given the, uh, situation. ]
I only want to get back to Metropolis and sort out this bill with Mr. White.
[ And that's only a small fib. He's very sure he can get this sorted out if he can leave the hotel, to beg people. ]
No offense taken, your Kongliness.
[ Jimmy is trying to look as dignified as possible given the, uh, situation. ]
I only want to get back to Metropolis and sort out this bill with Mr. White.
[ And that's only a small fib. He's very sure he can get this sorted out if he can leave the hotel, to beg people. ]
From here
It helps that J'onn's decision to become a detective is an attempt to reflect his true self- a hunter, a fighter for justice. Taking on the iconography of the ideal helps him have a place in a foreign world. He'd put effort into it, including covering his tracks. A surface-level look at his background, a cop from Denver with a shining record. A deep dive by a sharp mind might find the oddities- a man who appeared fully formed one day can't add up to 100%
"Busy." He did mention three possibilities she might be wanting to talk about, after all, and John Jones always gets the abnormal cases. He has a reputation for handling them. "The world gets a little stranger everyday."
Driving, for example, is still strange to him. But he likes it. Manually shifting gears, using mechanical controls like a wheel and pedals- even his shaky '97 Impala is like a beautiful, bizarre piece of clockwork and he drives it exactly according to the regulations and best practices. He even checks all the mirrors before they set off, despite having driven it mere minutes ago to get to her in the first place.
"Mysteries aside, how are you?"
It helps that J'onn's decision to become a detective is an attempt to reflect his true self- a hunter, a fighter for justice. Taking on the iconography of the ideal helps him have a place in a foreign world. He'd put effort into it, including covering his tracks. A surface-level look at his background, a cop from Denver with a shining record. A deep dive by a sharp mind might find the oddities- a man who appeared fully formed one day can't add up to 100%
"Busy." He did mention three possibilities she might be wanting to talk about, after all, and John Jones always gets the abnormal cases. He has a reputation for handling them. "The world gets a little stranger everyday."
Driving, for example, is still strange to him. But he likes it. Manually shifting gears, using mechanical controls like a wheel and pedals- even his shaky '97 Impala is like a beautiful, bizarre piece of clockwork and he drives it exactly according to the regulations and best practices. He even checks all the mirrors before they set off, despite having driven it mere minutes ago to get to her in the first place.
"Mysteries aside, how are you?"
It probably helps that Karen is almost - okay, entirely - driven by her need to know the truth. No matter how battered and ugly. It's always better than a pretty lie. She's diligent and relentless in her pursuit, fueling late nights and early mornings with endless cups of black coffee. It's probably a good thing, then, that he so rigorously fits the role he made for himself. She's more likely to want to work with him than look into him.
"You can say that again." She tends to busy herself with local stories - corruption, gang activity, shady corporate activity. There's a good possibility she'll never sleep again if she dives into the stranger stuff.
Karen considers her answer before she gives it, and then settles on a matching: "busy." Her mouth quirks into a little smile. "This locked room thing is going to be a real pain in the ass for your precinct."
"You can say that again." She tends to busy herself with local stories - corruption, gang activity, shady corporate activity. There's a good possibility she'll never sleep again if she dives into the stranger stuff.
Karen considers her answer before she gives it, and then settles on a matching: "busy." Her mouth quirks into a little smile. "This locked room thing is going to be a real pain in the ass for your precinct."
From here
I would welcome the chance.
Thank you, Kalya. I was on Mars. The closest human equivalent would be a poet or philosopher, though the two are intertwined on Earth even if they are two words. Everyone took two roles on Mars, ones that initially appeared opposing—it was our duty to bring them together and demonstrate the unity possible between all things. My other role was as a warrior, a Manhunter. One was a role of action and one of mind. I sought to discover and reveal what was worth fighting for.
[ Not unlike her, now he thinks of it. ]
I would welcome the chance.
Thank you, Kalya. I was on Mars. The closest human equivalent would be a poet or philosopher, though the two are intertwined on Earth even if they are two words. Everyone took two roles on Mars, ones that initially appeared opposing—it was our duty to bring them together and demonstrate the unity possible between all things. My other role was as a warrior, a Manhunter. One was a role of action and one of mind. I sought to discover and reveal what was worth fighting for.
[ Not unlike her, now he thinks of it. ]
Will this coffee maker work for your replacement?
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