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"Don't," Jill warned her brother flatly from her perch atop one of the library's desks when Jeni mentioned her shape, the swashbuckler's mouth opening and closing with an audible click. While the alien appeared to be fully recovered, it had seemed prudent to keep the healer on hand just in case and Jack had come along for the ride. Admittedly, the fencer was also curious why his sister seemed to know her way around the Lab so well, but for the time being, focused on their new acquaintance. "Give me a little credit, hermanita," he shot back with a mock hurt look. "Jeni, hate to bring this up, but if you just barely escaped from something, should we be worried about the big bad following you here?" Jack's expression was sober, but he lowered his voice gently, cognisant of the blonde woman's trauma.
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"Jerk," Jack opined flatly as Stesha described The Beekeeper's harsh treatment of the dragon bees. He offered a the pregnant woman a chagrined shrug. "Well, 'found' in the sense I had a super strong teenager throw me at them like a lawn dart, but I'm glad it worked out." He scratched the light stubble on his chin with one finger, considering. "Makes sense, though. I get crazy hungry when I really use my powers. Dynamo's metabolism's not even funny."
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"Ouch," Jack groaned approvingly at the pun, taking a few steps forward as he took in the massive hive. "Dios. Couldn't have had one of these back home, that's for sure." Turning about to watch one of the giant bees fly overhead he grinned reflexively, raising his voice a little over the background sound of thrumming wings. "Almost forgot how freaking huge these guys were. Wow. They're not all fire-breathers, right?"
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Ellie made a small, pleased sound as Mara's arm rested around her shoulders, somehow managing to shuffle a little closer on the couch as she hooked a pinkie into the fingers of the hand still in the engineer's lap. "Mm, if you want to," she responded to the suggestion of watching a movie, taking a warm, fuzzy moment to recall that it had technically been her suggestion in the first place. "M'good either way."
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Erik snorted derisively at the reminder, knocking the Doktor's probing thrust away a little more forcefully than he had the others. "Man, I know what you were going for, testing the security, but Lieutenant Governor Broodington? Great in a fight, responsible dad and a tremendous, nigh-incomprehensible jerk." Clearly a little irritated, the fencer pressed forward more aggressively, though neither his accuracy nor his defense seemed to suffer perceptibly. "And this is coming from a guy who knows jerk."
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Erik laughed out loud as he turned the clock over to follow the intricate design around its surface, grinning broadly at the tiny clockwork fight. "Haha, tiny stabbing! That's fantastic!" Squinting, he tried to determine how the mechanics worked, though he didn't get very far. "Oh wow, somebody did their research," Jill breathed quietly looking over her own clock, impressed by the beautifully engraved faces of some of her personal heroes. She seemed a little pensive as the miniaturized version of her miraculously cured a string a patients, but continued smiling appreciatively. Vince seemed positively startled to receive a gift himself, gingerly unwrapping the simulated package and holding the clock inside like a terribly fragile object. "I, ah... thanks, boss."
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"Unbelievable..." Jack murmured to himself, shaking his head slightly. Looking back up to Stesha, he apologizes, "Sorry we couldn't make it out to the wedding. Jill really wanted to go, but with her studying and the hospital and everything else, she couldn't swing the time off. Lynn said it was a beautiful ceremony." The swashbuckler gave the tree the plant controller had stepped out of a wary look, but took her hand anyway. "Lead on."
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"Black coffee," told Renard with a polite nod before giving the food a second glance. He paused slightly as Hope addressed him before sliding a cucumber sandwich onto his plate with the unreadable stoicism he displayed in public as opposed to the merely reserved countenance he normally allowed himself when with his friends. "...yes," he informed the intense young woman simply, his quiet tone not giving her much to work with.
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Evidently more used to communal meals than some of the other guests, Jill followed Erin's lead and helped herself to servings of the various dishes on the table. "Tea, please, with sugar," she requested a little more self-consciously, the idea of having an actual servant on hand giving her slight pause. "Probably your brother's, right?" she suggested regarding the mansion's owner, recalling the photo Eve kept in her dorm room.
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"Hnn. 'Tricks'. Please," Midnight scoffed as he charged the hordes of armed minons, carbon alloy tonfas appearing in his gloved hands as if from nowhere. Coming up from under a terrorist's line of fire, he deftly hooked the gun out the the startled man's grasp before slamming forcefully into him with his shoulder, sending the thug crashing into a formation of SHADOW agents who soon found themselves beset with surprising speed and strength. The more softspoken version of the vigilante was suddenly nowhere to be found, but a inky, light consuming cloud appeared and expanded further into the formation of their attacker. A beat later, shouts of pain and screams of terror came from within, replacing the sound of suddenly halted machine gunfire.
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A few moments later, there was a light sound of impact from above before Jack acrobatically cleared the distance between the brownstone's roof and the ground, landing lightly near Stesha and the tree. "Man, that really is a neat trick you got there," the swashbuckler noted as he rose from a slight crouch, pausing as he got a better look at the plant controller. "Oh snap, you are totally preggers!" he exclaimed with a broad grin and a clap. "I swear, nobody tells me anything. Congrats, Sprouts! You and the space ranger know if it's a boy or girl yet?"
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"Ha, I'll bet it is. Was wondering how you got this all the way up hear," Ellie noted, patting the sofa. With so much of her height accounted for by her legs, the difference between the pair was considerably less pronounced when they sat next to each other. Taking advantage of that fact, the younger teen shifted a little closer and rested her head on Mara's shoulder, nestling into the crook of her neck with a contented murmur. "It's very 'you'. I like it a lot."
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"Mhm," Trevor acknowledged with a faint trace of a smile. The buckled jacket and sturdy pants of the Midnight uniform were more evocative of the early mystery men than the more modern skintight look, but the armored bodysuit the young man wore underneath wasn't too far in function from Geckoman's brilliant green spandex. "Can't all be superhumanly agile any more than superhumanly strong," he noted dryly, reminding himself that, comparatively less durable or not, Chris possessed a considerable suite of fantastic abilities. "I like... options.
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"Ah, right, the tree teleporting thing," Jack noted largely to himself, making a small sound of understanding. Leaping across an alleyway, his royal blue greatcoat flaring out behind him, the fencer considered. "If you want to swing by the brownstone's backyard, that'd work," he suggested as he hit the next rooftop over in a run. "Where the pixie had her birthday party." The fence around the lawn behind the apartment building was tall enough to afford some privacy and after a couple of memorable incidents, there was an unspoken understanding with their neighbours not too pay close attention to the going-ons there.
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Ellie gave Mara a flat look at the insistence that she climb the stairs first, but conceded without argument, purposefully adding an exaggerated sashay to her ascent with a smirk. Reaching the top, she looked over the railing, reflecting on how much Mara liked the freedom of being up high and looking down at the world. Turning back to the rest of the room, she carefully didn't pay undue attention to the adjacent room before taking a seat on the couch, bouncing up and down slightly as she tested the cushions. "This is so cool," she grinned, a little embarrassed that she still lived at home.
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"Good to hear," Jack told her sincerely. "Pretty much whenever. I'm just about wrapped up here." Lowering the cellphone for a moment, the fencer gave the extension cables tied around the trio of groaning, semi-conscious hardware thieves a final tug before using his grapple to disappear onto a nearby rooftop as police sirens sounded in the distance. Jogging high above the street in the direction of the brownstone apartments, he raised the phone back to his ear. "If you're in the middle of something, doesn't have to be this second."
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"Well, you remember those massive, fire-breathing bees you found a place for a while back?" Given the hectic nature of life in their circles, it was a legitimate question; the oversized insects might not have even been the most interesting thing the plant controller had dealt with that week. "When you get a chance, I was kinda hoping to check in on them. See how they're doing." Beeatriz and her two companions had taken a bit of a beating at the hands of Jack and one of Claremont Academy's students before things had gotten sorted out, and the fencer still felt that he owed it to the unlikely creatures to make sure their new home was acceptable.
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Between his various responsibilities, the swashbuckler known as Jack of all Blades didn't get much time for social calls, but in this case it was a sense of responsibility that had him picking up a phone and dialing the number he'd been given to contact Fleur de Joie, the recently married Stesha Lumins. "Hey, Sprouts, it's Jack." After a beat it occurred to him to elaborate, "The, ah, the Jack with the swords and the obnoxious nicknames, yeah."
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Jack rose back to his feet as Jeni moved to retrieve the electronics equipment, frustrated that he couldn't offer more constructive help but not wanting to irritate the upset alien any further. It had taken a while, but he'd eventually learned that in these situations it was often better for him to say nothing. At the sudden growth spurt and display of strength, however, he felt compelled to ask, "So... that's normal-ish, right? We're not going all origin-story, new fantastic powers?" Jill noticed the brief wince as Jeni examined her hair and piped up, "Oh, um, you could always dye it, right?" The young woman was still concerned that the transformation had been at least partially her fault. "My hair used to be a lot longer, but short's good too! It's ah, it's a lot less work!"
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Wisely failing to mention that the description Mara had given Puppy applied to someone else in the room as well, Ellie shrugged. "Well, it's not much of a tour if I don't even see the second floor," she pointed out with a sardonic smirk. Idly considering the added height the other girl's perch granted her, she coughed lightly and brushed a few loose bangs behind one ear before suggesting, "Might be a decent movie on or something?"
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Caught off guard by the hug, Trevor was left standing in the snow, tool boxes at his feet and a bag of bright pink sugar cookies in one gloved hand. Placing his free hand on the back of his neck, over the scarf and between the coat collar and ushanka, he reflexively looked about to see if anyone had been watching. Finding himself alone, he deftly unsealed the bag and retrieved a cookie, munching away as he hefted the stainless steel boxes and made his way back to manor.
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Trevor had already considered and dismissed a handful of plant-based power generator designs in the beat it took his mechanical inclination to catch up with his sense of humour. "Heh, point taken." Rising to his feet and accepting the bag of cookies, he held it gingerly in both hands for a moment. "The 13th would be ideal, thank you again. If you have more trouble with the generator, or need help installing additional equipment... well. You have the Manor's number."
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"Oh, aheh, s'fine," Ellie coughed with a competing flush and smile, straightening away from the countertop and reaching out to give Mara a hand up. "So, you got a robot ball thing... and named it Puppy?" The taller girl's nose crinkled with amusement over a broad grin the incorporated her entire face. "Under all that technobabble, you've got an adorable streak a mile wide, you know that?"
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Blinking himself back to the present, Trevor leaned forward in his seat to look over the sketch, listening closely as Stesha outlined the proposed makeup of the bouquet and the meaning of each component. It reminded him more than the little of mechanical design, combining the right components for the desired effect. "Sounds much more complicated than a generator," he noted with a slightly rueful smile. "Think she would really like that, though. Thank you."
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Taking his seat, Trevor contain a small smile as he noticed the other guests surreptitiously glancing about for a clue to the proper behaviour. The majority of those in attendance didn't know a salad fork from a cheese fork, and neither he nor Eve particularly cared one way or another. Hope's intense scrutiny was less amusing, and it wasn't hard to determine her motives in light of her uncharacteristic attempts at manipulating Mark. He wasn't unsympathetic, but if it interfered with their hostess's attempt at holding a nice get-together, they were going to have a problem.
