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[querulus]

clark kent
accelerator
nero
cid telamon
john reese
arthur morgan
damian wayne
antigone

i need all you people to each answer one (1) weirdly specific question. it's for a computer.

[OOC: Part of Sophie's player plot!]

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[querulus]

uh because spoilers, people generally don't like it when you dig around in their brains for shit. plus you got people with fucked up heads, psychic resistance, blah blah blah. it's a whole thing.

but sure, i'll whip you up a wellington. why not. better than getting bitched at.

cidolfus outed you btw. also said i should crack your head open with a rock. i won't, in case you're wondering. that guy seems a few fries short if you catch my drift.

Voice;

[levindicated]

Super genius, superhero, and gourmet chef doesn’t know what a metaphor is. Sorry for giving up your alibi, Art.

But I didn’t say anyone should come kill you with a rock, least of all this particular fop.

Voice;

[pardamned]

Don't know how to keep your mouth shut, do you? Supposedly he can do all sorts of things with his mind, but that's what all bookish sorts try to tell me. Never helps much when a fight happens, though.

[levindicated]

What can I say? I’ll try to make it up to you. Supposedly he can fly, but the only thing he’s not hesitant to do is cook another man dinner.

[pardamned]

I'll hold you to that.

Maybe he likes cooking more than he likes flying or prying. Can't say he's much too good at the latter.

voice

[querulus]

Hey, I've been in plenty of fights!

[Read: he's lost plenty of fights. Dude is a glass cannon.]

But more importantly, is that what your voice sounds like? Dude, can you say "bub" for me? Or, uh. [He mimics a gravelly tone that absolutely does not fit with his nasally voice.] "I'm the best there is at what I do, and what I do ain't nice." I just wanna check something.

Oh, right, you can show up at the, uh. The Institute. Big fuckoff mansion in Charronway near the trolley, you can't miss it. I gotta vent some pent up aggression on a certain sanctimonious prick before I finish up here, but I should be free in, I dunno. A few hours?

voice

[pardamned]

Oh, I don't doubt you've been in fights. Winning them is another matter. And getting me to speak on command like some dog ain't gonna be one you win.

[There is a thread of irritation in his voice, but it's otherwise restrained. Somehow he's not surprised this kid lives in a big mansion, who else would act like such an entitled brat while trying to get him to say phrases for his amusement.]

Maybe you'll have better luck against the sanctimonious prick, seems more your type. I'll catch you later.

[He will be showing up for that promised dinner, though. Irritation be damned, a well cooked homemade meal is nothing to sniff at.]

voice

[querulus]

I know what a metaphor is. I was being deliberately obtuse. Willfully ignorant. Facetious.

The art of humor truly is dead.

[levindicated]

[Cid also tells jokes for the benefit of no one but himself.]

Oh, save it. I can tell when someone is trying to make another man think worse of him.

[But he doesn’t sound like he means it.]

[pardamned]

sure.

[He doesn't really believe much of this. There's definitely strange things here, that he won't deny, but a lot of the specific supernatural stuff is a little hard to swallow until he sees it for himself.]

it's gonna take something harder than a rock to get through this fool's skull, but it seems cid weren't being so literal. i'll take the beef over the stone, just let me know when and where to be for dinner.