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She stared at him without blinking, to the point one could wonder if she had passed out while still standing up.
"Can't you teleport ?"
"Can't you teleport ?"
❝You REALLY think you're in any state to climb STAIRS?❞ replied the geneticist, raising an eyebrow. ❝I mean, if you're UP for it then, be my guest.❞
With his help, she managed to be back on both feet. Ish. She could feel how unbalanced she was and even grabbed the edge of her seat to avoid falling back down and headbutting the floor.
"Pffft— please... Don't make me regret having fun now."
"Pffft— please... Don't make me regret having fun now."
Cortex set his glass aside and proceeded to awkwardly help her up. ❝Mmmaybe you should sit the whole "roof thing" out this time,❞ he suggested. ❝The last thing I need is you toppling off the side I a stupor. I'd never hear the end of it.❞
She tried to push herself upward, arms slowly dragging on each side of her body before her palms rested on the floor to give the strength she needed.
And failed.
Her forehead remained on the cold floor, palms still on either side.
"Dunno...," she grumbled. "Gravity's being a bitch, right now."
And failed.
Her forehead remained on the cold floor, palms still on either side.
"Dunno...," she grumbled. "Gravity's being a bitch, right now."
He'd barely gotten to his feet when Morrigan hit the floor with a thud. He blinked down at her, perplexed, holding his glass out to his side as if worried she'd knock it everywhere like she had hers. ❝Are you GOOD down there?❞
She didn't hesitate when Cortex extended his glass. A hand reached out to grab the bottle, and soon enough, the empty glass was now refilled.
"That place has a roof ?"
She had always pictured the top being... tiled. Not flat, not like an open patio or terrace just... a proper roof, and not a
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"That place has a roof ?"
She had always pictured the top being... tiled. Not flat, not like an open patio or terrace just... a proper roof, and not a
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Cortex didn’t exactly relax, but his grip on the glass eased up. He gave it a half-hearted swirl, peered at the remnants, and took another sip.
❝Beats me,❞ he said. ❝They probably prattle on about possessions and . . . shadowy . . . things.❞
So far, not doing much to dispel the whole “socially
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❝Beats me,❞ he said. ❝They probably prattle on about possessions and . . . shadowy . . . things.❞
So far, not doing much to dispel the whole “socially
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Morrigan glanced behind her. There was no one - yet - at the coffee machine. Not tall shadow waiting for its next cup of coffee, no entity lurking in the background.
Her eyes settled back on Cortex.
"Relax," she smiled. "Bob isn't here. Probably
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Her eyes settled back on Cortex.
"Relax," she smiled. "Bob isn't here. Probably
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Cortex’s gaze drifted from Morrigan to the shadows across from them, slow and almost unwilling to look. He swallowed hard. Nothing there. Still, his body had staged a quiet rebellion, both hands clamped around his glass like it might ward off the very demons she talked about.
Demons. Do you HEAR
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Demons. Do you HEAR
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"Your loss, doc'," she shrugged then took another mouthful of her glass to finish it.
"What...? The undead golem ? Nah, that was Tim. Bob is Uka-Uka's friend. I... think they're friend ? Anyway, he's the freakin' tall guy addicted to coffee. Maybe you've seen him around ?"
She gestured
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"What...? The undead golem ? Nah, that was Tim. Bob is Uka-Uka's friend. I... think they're friend ? Anyway, he's the freakin' tall guy addicted to coffee. Maybe you've seen him around ?"
She gestured
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No connection to science. Obviously. As if Uka Uka would ever hire someone with ACTUAL qualifications around here.
Most would argue that “evil” and “competent” were terms that weren't even coexistent, but we digress.
❝Modelling? Modelling WHAT, exactly?❞ he asked. ❝Actually, no. No, I don’t
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Most would argue that “evil” and “competent” were terms that weren't even coexistent, but we digress.
❝Modelling? Modelling WHAT, exactly?❞ he asked. ❝Actually, no. No, I don’t
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A new chuckle when he mentioned he had been to some parties. Yeah... sure. Anyone would have believed his words. Even in her drunken state, she knew it was a lie. Or a twisted look-better-in-another-light type of light.
"Suuuure thing, doc'."
She moved slightly back, leaning against her
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"Suuuure thing, doc'."
She moved slightly back, leaning against her
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He recoiled with the grace of a skittery rat when she leaned in. And she REALLY leaned in. His stomach clenched, his knees staged a walkout, and his heart? Oh, that traitorous lump melted like a popsicle in a volcano.
Blast those eyes. Vivid, hypnotic. CLEARLY weaponised. And that voice; smoky
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Blast those eyes. Vivid, hypnotic. CLEARLY weaponised. And that voice; smoky
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"Six," she corrected. "But, hu... the fourth one accidentally ended up falling by the window."
To her sorrow.
She rolled her eyes and leaned slightly forward, deep jade eyes staring at the man.
"Pretty sure you didn't go to too many parties when you were younger
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To her sorrow.
She rolled her eyes and leaned slightly forward, deep jade eyes staring at the man.
"Pretty sure you didn't go to too many parties when you were younger
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Cortex took a swig. The drink hit his tongue like a cactus slap: pungent, bitter, and drier than a fruit cake in a wind tunnel. His moustache, ever the dashing, loyal sponge, absorbed most the first sip. Now he’d smell like a wine merchant's armpit for the foreseeable future. Smooth.
❝A whole
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❝A whole
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