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Dragonfly let her gauntlets power back down, the blade unfurling back into normal reality. "Do...okay against zombies. Gross, but okay." She flexed her hand, still pondering the 'stabpunch'. "Almost enjoy robots. Often very interesting designs...would just prefer they weren't trying to crush me. Not even the designs, really. The...smell, the feel of it. Reminds you - me, I guess - of building them." She was gesturing now, like she was trying to grab something in front of her. "Metal shavings and gear grease up to your elbows, sweat and the thrum when it first turns on...."
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"Continue forward until...." Dragonfly blinked, raising an eyebrow. "Sincerely hope your brother's swords are as insubstantial as mine. Sounds...violent. And very strange." She jabbed the sword forward at head height, adding, "Not even sure what my sword would do to a brain. Suspect it wouldn't be....." She tilted her head, jabbing again, though this time at an invisible enemy's stomach. ".....think I actually did this once. Zombie. Was...surprisingly effective. .....mmh."
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The young woman froze up a little at the physical contact, but the curious terminology shook her out of it almost immediately. "....'stab punch'?" She blinked, glancing sidelong at Jill. "Don't even know what...what? Stab punch?" how would that even - could stab - no that wouldn't - thrust and then - what?
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Dragonfly leaned back against her desk again, tapping a finger on the wood. "Mmh. Time-intensive. And don't have the sibling. Could build one...probably not the same when they have an off switch. Large project, anyway. Would need to do research first...maybe try to get my hands on Otaku's work. Creep, from what I hear, but his android work is top-notch...." She shrugged. "Will keep it in mind, though. The exercise, not the android. Not an athlete, but couldn't hurt to shape up a little. Not likely to win a fistfight, presently, without my gear. Even then, punching isn't as effective as other options." 'Other options' was apparently a long blade of twisted space, tinted a bright blue, that formed about an inch from her fist on one hand as she talked. She turned it in the air, giving it a critical eye. "Suppose I could reshape it. Seems pointless, though."
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The corner of Dragonfly's mouth tugged up into half a grin as she tried to keep a straight face. "Shouldn't take diet tips from a man who consumes nothing but cookies and milk? Good plan. Though I suppose I should at least exercise sometimes. Heroing is an...okay workout, but there are probably more productive methods." She frowned, glancing at Jill's midriff again. "You're in good shape. Any tips?"
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this is exactly why I don't like leaving the warehouse in normal clothes Mara growled, digging her gauntlets out of her bag and pulling them on. always someone who wants to start something and it takes forever to find a quiet spot As soon as they were on and settled she lit them up, a wave of distorted space sweeping up her arms and across her body, her costume in its wake - her bag disappeared completely, sucked into the same dimensional pocket as her civilian garments. "Will be lucky if there's anyone left," she muttered, opening the bathroom door but not quite stepping out into the open so soon.
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Move action: pull on the gauntlets. Free action: henshin! Free action: defenses up. And let's say a move action to run up to the door and open it, but not enter into view just yet. Secret identities! :argh:
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Dragonfly frowned, looking down at herself. "Always being told I need to eat more. By Santa, even....eat when I'm hungry. And not distracted." She pulled her top - which, surprisingly, moved just like a thick cloth - up to her ribs, poking herself in the stomach. "Really that thin....?" The young woman shook her head, letting her clothing fall back into place. "Understand, though. Run into similar problems. Living things leave a...an imprint in reality. Like the world knows how they're supposed to be. Don't know why, though...same issue. Just not enough available information. Hazards of working at the unknown fringes of science and magic?"
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"No." Mara just gave the woman a flat stare, completely unintimidated. "Have no cash. Pockets have no cell phone. One piece of jewelry, which I will not give you. Not sure why you want cell phones in a bag anyway." That last bit was accompanied by leaning over a bit to peer into the bag - mostly to hide her face as lights began dancing behind her eyes. "Combined interference is likely to-" Cell phones in the bag began to go off. The air was filled with beeping, buzzing, singing and wailing as, apparently, every patron of the restaurant got a simultaneous phone call. Darting a hand down to grab the worn bag she'd pushed under the table, the young woman made a beeline for the restrooms.
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Datalink, whee~ In a half-arsed attempt at a distraction, Mara's going to set off every cell phone in that bag. At once. Fun times! At her mental quickness it's a bunch of free actions (~0.06 seconds), taking 10 each time (Computers 'roll' of 25). Screw you, Invisible Castle! As soon as they're distracted, she makes a break for it! Run, little non-athlete, run. Move action: Grab her bag. Move action: Run for the bathrooms. Surge: Move action: Run for the bathrooms! Provided she's able to in the time constraint, she ducks into a stall. HP to waive the fatigue.
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"Ah." Dragonfly knit her eyebrows together in sympathy. "'Can't heal old wounds'....sorry. Makes sense now. Wish I could help...don't do much with biology. Could probably fix her if she was a machine, but humans are...." She trailed off, a little helplessly, but paused and tilted her head. Her mind was suddenly filled with the math of an injury like that - probable wound areas, gun designs, the energy a bullet carries.... "....are tough enough to survive near-fatal gun wounds, really. Must be a very tough woman."
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Dragonfly managed something vaguely approaching a wry grin, but she at least looked less like she was trying to retreat into her own jacket. "I don't....it's okay. Was a fair question. Not...really the whole story. Will fill in the blanks eventually, maybe." She settled back against her desk, relaxing little by little, like someone who was expecting to get bitten and hadn't. "Curious, though? While comparing backstories. Why medicine? Seems...almost redundant."
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The relative good cheer practically drained out of Dragonfly's face and posture like someone had opened a valve; everything about her closed up as she slouched a bit and wrapped both arms around her torso, tapping a finger on her ribs. don't want her to think that I - probably wouldn't think highly of - don't want to lose a new friend - phrase very carefully? - half truth better than a lie - not technically lying.... She bit her lip, searching for words that were...if not misleading, at least not as awful as she knew the full truth would sound. "I...my mother........mmh. Died." Even the word 'died' was said quickly, like she wanted to gloss over the circumstances. "I was very, very young. Was brought to the United States by my father; he had me build....things....until I e-...until I left. Recently. Maybe a year ago, a little more. I didn't really...have holidays. When I was building things. It just...wasn't important?"
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Dragonfly tilted her head a little, briefly pondering that. Spanish would be useful "Could," she agreed. "Don't know any Spanish, so...not very experienced, but learn quickly. Would be glad to lend a hand and help you explore yourself - think we could learn a lot from each other. Can be found here or....mmh." She patted her pouches for a moment before spying her little pad of paper on the desk; grabbing a pen she quickly jotted down an address in Greenbank and tore the page away. "Or here," she offered, holding the paper out. "Not a great neighborhood, sort of a maze, but should be fine. Can always drop by if you want to talk or brush up on French."
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For when it's needed: Initiative Roll (Speed of Thought) (1d20 + 7=19)
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Funny ideas indeed. Mara certainly wasn't laughing...but she wasn't looking particularly intimidated, either. She took the opportunity, during the lightshow, to shove her worn bag under the table and away from prying eyes. With a dissatisfied frown, the young woman was trying to keep an eye on the robbers and look around for somewhere private to duck away into. awful timing - hate being caught without my gear on - need a distraction - or an excuse - or....
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Mara frowned, looking sidelong at Jessica for a moment before responding. "...my involvement may have been...overstated. It isn't like my name is on the company records anywhere." That last sentences was accompanied by a swift kick to Jessica's shins. what are you doing "But yes. The founding members covered several fields - engineering, physics, chemical - but not biology. Am - I am sure that eventually the Lab will find someone. It's an important field. The medical labs do probably have researchers, though, even without a...big name. Behind them."
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Mara frowned over the menu for a moment before putting it down, raising an eyebrow at the whispering lovebirds. "Two gyros," she said, turning to face the waiter. "Regular...and just water to drink for me."
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"You are....mmmmh. Curious." Dragonfly tilted her head, frowning at the hole in the rock. "Biometric scanner," she supplied, realizing that Silhouette couldn't dig around in electronics with her head. "Don't really know what it's for. One way to find out...may want to be ready if this sets off an alarm. Never quite know how well-built a security system is before you reach out and touch it." Lights danced behind her eyes as she did just that, reaching out with her mind to gently poke around the device. No need for a real scan. We're trustworthy. Could just be nice and bypass all the unnecessary biometrics....
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More Datalink! Mmm, Datalink. Dragonfly tries to get the computer behind the biometric device to let them in as if she's an authorized person. I'm...honestly not even sure what the DC on a check like that is, because I don't know how mean a security system SHADOW has going on an already-hidden device. I don't trust Invisible Castle, either, come to think of it. Taking 10 - final Computers 'roll' of 25.
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"Mmh, yes," she agreed, dryly. "Will try harder not to lose limbs in the generator." Dragonfly blinked at the other girl's moment lost in thought, tilting her head. what was - suppose it's not my business - still - curious "French, yes. No. Ah - mother was French, but thought it was important to know English. She spoke both, I learned both from birth." She shrugged. "Biling...well. Quadrilingual, now. Bilingual back then. Gifted tongue? Haven't tried to learn a new language in a while...probably should. Not sure what to pick."
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"Less exciting to you, maybe," Dragonfly grumped, reaching back into the wall for something. "Find getting a new machine to work very satisfying, myself. Still, point." She grabbed a nearby tangle of wire, pulling and clipping and splicing to rapidly shape one thick, proper cable. "Not usually this dangerous. Best we got involved before someone died. Press would have a field day."
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Dragonfly blinked for a moment. worried about - ? "I...thank you. Really don't take...too many chances. But I--" She could tell she wasn't really getting anywhere and sighed, slumping a little and admitting defeat. Lights danced behind her eyes and the screen of the cell phone flickered for a moment. "...thank you. It's....good to know a...friend...is available to help when it's needed. Not that I expect to need a limb regrown. But...comforting to know the offer's there."
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Dragonfly wasn't really making eye contact, an effort greatly aided by her visor. "Not really 'instantaneous'," she noted, muttering. "Process would take at least several-...mmh. Not helping? Not helping." She took a breath and tried again. "Proceed...very carefully, and am well aware of the risks. Never involve myself, physically, in any testing unless I'm nearly certain nothing irreversible will happen. Use mannequins before that. What mannequins I have left, anyway. Flight project is going through them at alarming rate. Ending up with a lot of kindling. Not very....sorry. Tangent?" She winced. "Not as reckless as it sounds. Consequences of accident or failure are...occasionally severe. But less likely than a car accident or injury while stopping crime. And nothing - nothing," she emphasized, finally looking Jill in the eyes again, "gets used in the field without extensive testing and failsafes. May...very infrequently endanger myself. Very infrequently. Not going to endanger anyone else."
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Dragonfly frowned, making a face at the incomplete machine on her desk. "It isn't done," she noted, defensively. "And too limited. Not practical or useful outside very specific applications. Good for showing off, but not...cool would be something with more utility. Light-weight, useful somehow. The projector idea. Power cells wouldn't last longer than a few minutes at first but it would at least be something...." She suddenly clammed up, working her jaw as she tried to find a way to phrase things. "Dangerous is...mmh. Very dangerous in the wrong hands. Underlying technology has...other possible applications. Abuses. For the user....that isn't....not really....." She hesitated, shifting and looking a lot like she was trying to find words that made things seem as reasonable as possible. "No side-effects. Current working versions have....vanishingly small odds of catastrophic failure?"
