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Dragonfly landed with a surprised noise, having been a bit too busy to notice the tipping chair until it was too late. She glanced at the offending furniture and then back at the owner of her new seat. "Chair imps," she suggested, raising an eyebrow, shifting position to straddle Jill's lap and rest her hands on the chair's back. "Or very cheeky magic-users."
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Dragonfly frowned and shook her head. mental note - look up later - curious "No. Name is vaguely familiar, but don't know anything...spend most of my time fighting lower criminals. Arms dealers. Organized crime. Freedom League-level threats are....likely to be beyond my experience. Or ability to combat." for now "Curious - why do you ask?"
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Inwardly, Dragonfly frowned - no Nick meant he was still working his magic, and a cell phone could spell all kinds of trouble if he was calling backup or a supplier; if nothing else, maybe she could buy some time.... Lights danced behind her eyes and the cell phone suddenly lost reception, dropping whatever call Knuckles was trying to make. my cell phone now - security on these things is awful - designers should be ashamed
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Taking 10 on the Computers roll to get the cell phone to hang up and cancel the call - maybe disconnect itself from the local cell towers, if that's possible. Computers check of 25; I'm assuming cell phones aren't built with the most awesome security ever.
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Her good-natured objections to candybar-sounding names cut off - in, she had to admit to herself, the most pleasant way possible - Dragonfly had to settle for a little grumbling noise and a quick nibble on Jill's lower lip. The rest of her body betrayed the feigned mood, however, as her eyes closed and her arms wrapped around behind Jill to pull her a little closer and play with the hair behind her head. think - I could get used to this
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It does if you have any other equipment besides that you're trying to squish in. That 53EP is still very expensive, but at least it can reduce the cost of whatever else you're getting.
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This time Dragonfly really did giggle a little, cutting Jill - notJill? - off with a quick, almost shy, peck on the lips. "Very absurd," she admonished, "for me to have to stop you from sounding crazy. Amusing. Good to know what it feels like - will keep it in mind next time I ramble. Maybe. Promise nothing." She got serious now, settling back a couple inches to get a good look at Jill's face. "Get the secret identity thing. I do. S'important. Names are...information. Information is power. Power is dangerous. Very...very aware. Tell me your real name only when you're comfortable and sure. 'Jill', until then." She hesitated, clearly turning something over in her head before adding, "....Mara. I am, I mean. For me, safe enough on its own."
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Dragonfly smiled, biting her lip as she reached for the cloth...and then frowned, pausing, her mind running (if not quite as fast as normal) ahead of her fingers. She pulled her hand away just long enough to remove her gauntlets - which, obligingly, had already shut down and simply had to be told to release from her arms and tossed onto the desk with a heavy thunk, their creator flexing dexterous, lightly-calloused hands as they adjusted to freedom. She turned back to Jill with an apologetic mutter and reached back behind the healer's head, meeting dark blue eyes with her own as she gently worked the mask's knot free and pulled it away to join the visor on her desk. Without anything covering their faces the proximity seemed more...more than before, and she returned her hands to link behind her companion's head. "H..hi."
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Dragonfly rapidly cycled through relief, happiness, and apprehension, finally settling on nervous acceptance as she nodded her head. "Mmh. Seems...fair. Visor's flexible," she explained, well aware she was rambling a little, as said visor dimmed and shut down at a mental command. "Can just kind of...um, pull it out and away from the ears. ....sorry. Could probably figure that out yourself...."
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Her face faltered, just for a moment, before the smile returned - albeit bashful. Dragonfly was just too happy (and nervous, and excited) to care, her hand idly playing behind Jill's head. "Think...I plan to. Not used to being...open, and happy. Around other people, I mean. But seem to have a reason to be, now." She bit her lip, knitting her eyebrows for a moment. "I mean, if you- not that I'm assuming...."
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Dragonfly's sense of time was completely and utterly useless, lost in the chaos of feelings and sensations as the world around her barely even existed, but at some point - only when she really had to - she did pull back, breaking the kiss and blushing furiously with an honest, genuine smile on her face. Her free hand came up to brush a bit of hair away from her visor as she caught her breath again, and she had the most unnatural - and thankfully fightable - urge to giggle. "Definitely...definitely not so bad."
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Dragonfly hmmed, adjusting one of her gauntlets. "Yes - Dragonfly, I mean. Quite a while - look like you're doing well. Short fight. Am sorry I wasn't here faster...impressive powder. Sleeping agent?" She raised an eyebrow as she glanced back at the sleeping criminals. "Seems effective. Don't suppose it can be replicated somehow without magic."
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Dragonfly bit her lip, eyes barely visible though her visor at this range, contours on her face. For a little bit she just...processed, getting air back into her lungs (having momentarily forgotten how to breathe) and enjoying their proximity. Mask or no mask, she studied Jill's face - eyes, skin, nose, mouth.... "Think..." she said, finally, still breathless but for entirely different reasons, "...that it was very nice. But a real scientist depends only on repeatable results." She leaned in to kiss the young heroine again, the smile that played on her lips fading into just enjoying the moment.
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If Dragonfly had been red before, she was practically crimson now - any brighter and the blush would have shown through her visor and made it purple. For a moment - practically an eternity with her brain now firing at record speeds - she froze, statue-like as her mind spun through everything and nothing a thousand times a second. She relaxed, all the tenseness running out of her. As the world sped back up again her eyes closed and she reached up with one hand to gently hold the back of Jill's head and met the kiss with tender - and just a touch awkward - curiosity.
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Dragonfly turned red clear up to her hairline, head sinking down into her jacket a little and one fry stopped halfway into her mouth. what - oh god "P..probably a good thing. Only planned the food and kind of overdid that - don't know what I'd have done to that probably messed it up somehow overthinking or and um no haven't...haven't kissed before not really had the opportunity you?"
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"Surprising," Dragonfly grumbled, nibbling another fry. "Not in a bad way, I mean," she corrected. "Just...doing a lot of improvising. No plans, no context. Story of the last year or two." She frowned, but shrugged. "Never get used to it, but get better at not thinking about it, maybe...or focusing on more important things. Was very good advice. Wise." She finished off the fry she'd been gesturing at Jill with, blinking as her mind turned over the question she'd been asked. "Mean what?" she asked, turning to look at Jill, clueless and curious.
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Dragonfly looked awfully amused, availing herself of some ketchup. "Mmh. The espionage begins, then. Stolen dreams - wouldn't have suspected. Crafty." She popped the fry into her mouth, enjoying the food in silence for a moment. "Still. Makes sense. First date, for me, but imagine it wouldn't go well with a guy." She paused, fry partway to her mouth, and raised an eyebrow at Jill. "Does that make me a hot date?"
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Dragonfly sighed, holding up a hand to get a better look at the damage to her gauntlets now that they were free of the room. Dark and terribly impolite things were muttered in Japanese as she picked at the device, actually managing to pull away a long shard of thick steel plating. "Mmh. Don't think I'll do that again. Going to be a long night doing repairs when we're done here. Vacuum tubes are easy to replace, but metal structures are time-intensive to shape...."
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"Good plan." Dragonfly put her chopsticks in the empty carton and placed it somewhere out of the way, clearing a little space for the fries. "French fries," she noted, grabbing a couple. "Appropriate. You? Things you wish you had a chance to do, I mean. Lost plans, never had the time...probably got out more than I did growing up, but still might have something."
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Dragonfly shook her head. "As in ever. Sort of a...combination tutoring, self-instruction, and......mmh. Alternative education. Got a G.E.D. when I was on my own - seemed like a good idea - but otherwise...." She just shrugged, digging the last piece of pork out of the little takeout box and popping it into her mouth. "Not sure what I want to do," she continued, once her mouth was clear again, gesturing with her chopsticks. "Hard to think of examples. Try to arrange for some free time but....mmh. Too little of it. Though this dinner is a good start."
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"Mmh," Dragonfly agreed, sitting back in her chair and finishing her mouthful of sweet & sour pork before replying with actual words. "Not much. Or...ever. Was kept too busy. ...strict rules." She frowned, poking at her food with the chopsticks for a moment. "Sometimes wonder how much I missed out on. Hard to tell without context...can't go back in time to change anything anyway." She paused, and wryly added, "Did at least get to miss things worth missing. Don't much regret not having to attend school."
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"Enjoy...good views," Dragonfly tried to explain, digging a bit for one of the Chinese takeout boxes and a pair of chopsticks. "High places. Scenery. Makes me feel...free? Don't know if that makes much sense...very pretty to look at, regardless. Try to spend some time on a roof or high floor whenever I can, at night." She glanced back over at Jill, glad that the lower lights hid the blush that had still not quite gone down. "Better with good company."
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Dragonfly turned quite red at the peck, shuffling a bit as Jill took over setting up the desk. "Figured...better safe than sorry? And some of the staff thinks I need to eat more, I guess. Contacted someone who owed me a favor, gave them a card number and basic instructions. With my brain." It wasn't the most elegant sentence ever, and she tried to cover her failing ability to communicate by freeing a couple chairs of their piled books and paper, pulling them over to face the desk. The front of the desk, as it turned out - it had been a couple of hours since she'd met Jill in the lobby and the sky had started to go dark; on an impulse a quick thought in the direction of the room controls she'd installed brought the office lights down a little to match, and she gestured at the view over the impromptu table and out the window into the city, where buildings were dark outlines full of lit windows, roads not so much asphalt as lines of street lamps and taillights. "Best part of having this office," she noted, taking a moment to admire it as she always did around this time of night. "Beats windowless lab with locked doors and few windows."
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Dragonfly turned a little more red, looking around the room. "....true...." she started. "Was wondering if you had a specific suggestion. Will have to improvise, then. Theme of the day. Could certainly think of something; worst comes to worst, could always just t-" There was a knock at the door. Dragonfly blinked mid-gesture, glancing in that direction as her train of thought went off the rails. Muttered curses in a couple languages were had as she removed herself from her chair and answered the door, though her tone changed rather quickly as she muttered a thank-you to a terribly amused-looking Lab worker and came back holding several meals' worth of food - Chinese to pizza to what smelled a lot like gyros from a gyro cart, the young woman managing to balance the bagged and stacked items long enough to shut the door again and set them down. The desk got a brief frown and an unceremonious de-cluttering: pretty much everything but Jill got pulled right into her gauntlets' storage, folded away into nothingness and revealing an awfully abused, stain-spotted (if clean; they were apparently from previous projects) surface that, in turn, got a new frown. She disappeared into the side-room and came back with a folded bed sheet over one arm, glancing from the desk to the food to Jill and back again. "....ah. Tablecloth," she noted, gesturing with the sheet. "Didn't...mmh." She picked up one of the bags of food, looking a little helpless. "Didn't know what you liked to eat. ...may have gone overboard."
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Dragonfly grumbled something about crowds, but the break - and the small drink - had apparently done her some good; while still not awfully social, by the time they'd gotten back down to the ongoing goings on she at least looked at lot less like a mouse surrounded by hungry lizards. No time was wasted grabbing a plate and stocking a pretty decent amount of food for her small frame, and while she couldn't avoid all the questions lobbed her way she could at least wave a few of them off with the excuse of a full mouth.
