Hm.
I'm sorry, was this attack supposed to scare me? Make me angry? Cause me to seek revenge? Weild knives? Throw breakable things? I must have missed the memo. I was sure that's what I am supposed to be feeling, but now that it comes down to it, I'm going to finish this last chapter and do the sleeping soundly thing in my own bed.
Good job to you. See you in the morning.
Good job to you. See you in the morning.
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No, my mutation does not work with a uniform. Or clothes in general. It's rather embarassing, all in all. Especially since last night they just told me to skip the uniform part. Boo. And since my husks only last for an hour. It teaches you to keep your internal clock running very, very well.
(Well, not totally invulnerable. But I guess you get part of a building dropped on you, live through it, and think you can do anything. "Bullets you say? Pah! Child's play!")
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And somewhere, part of my brain is kicking the other part very hard in the ass for even suggesting it.
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Shall we bring the dream team back and compare notes? Or at least, I show you my notes and then you tell me what we're going to actually do, while being very patient and explaining it to me. Whatever.
(I will deny this if asked, or run in the other direction, but I suppose there would be extensive testing involved. Am I horrible human being for waiting for the reactions to that comment from the rest of this place? I know you understand. ...I'm going to the special hell. ;D)
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You know, one of these days I really have to figure out the limitations of my own mutation. I'm kinda worried about going all out unless I do damage.
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I'm sure Moira would be more than happy to let you log some stuff. That's what she did with me.