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Post by Ned on Jul 1, 2010 16:33:05 GMT -5
Good, Ned nodded to himself.
The presence of comic book villains in nineteenth-century France, as absurd a thought as it was, would have prompted him, sooner or later, to question his sanity. Not that he hadn't questioned it once or twice recently. And a mental breakdown on his part wouldn't have assisted in his eager endeavor to return home, especially in this time and place.
"So, what do you do around here? I mean, on your free time?"
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Post by Rachel on Jul 2, 2010 0:24:05 GMT -5
((Btw, I loved what you did in that last post. Made me laugh! XD))
Look for psychopathic comic book villains
It was just a fixation, really.
"Er... Well, I like to take a stroll in the park or the woods or something green. Maybe even go for a ride. Of course, in proper clothing," she said, glancing down at her clothes. Knee-length skirt, heels and a blouse weren't exactly riding clothes.
"What about you when you aren't baking the best damn pies in Paris?"
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Post by Ned on Jul 2, 2010 14:00:13 GMT -5
((I live to serve you, m'lady. ;D))
"Please, you're too kind," Ned blushed. "It's just a favorite pastime of mine that happened to blossom into an occupation. Nothing more."
He stared down awkwardly at his shoes and bit down on his lower lip in thought.
"Well, back home, I used to help my friend solve various murder mysteries. I have a...secret talent that comes in handy at those times."
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Post by Rachel on Jul 2, 2010 14:05:54 GMT -5
"Oh really?" she said, lifting an eyebrow.
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Post by Ned on Jul 2, 2010 14:11:11 GMT -5
"Yeah," he replied sheepishly, tracing a pattern on the tiled floor with the point of his shoe. "I can't...really say what it is, though. I have bad previous experiences," he explained.
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Post by Rachel on Jul 2, 2010 14:14:31 GMT -5
"Let me guess: you fly?"
She was going to have to play 20-questions. How fun!
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Post by Ned on Jul 2, 2010 14:19:35 GMT -5
Ned furrowed his brow.
"Er...no."
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Post by Rachel on Jul 2, 2010 14:22:11 GMT -5
Rach thought for a second.
"You... can turn invisible-- No, that doesn't make sense. Or else you wouldn't turned invisible when that creep showed up."
She put a finger to her chin.
"You... can talk to electronics?"
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Post by Ned on Jul 2, 2010 14:33:12 GMT -5
"No...but I think that would be nice at times. I often wonder whether I'm overworking my kitchen appliances."
He grinned.
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Post by Rachel on Jul 2, 2010 14:35:16 GMT -5
Rach laughed.
"I'm sure your oven would have a mouthful to say to you," she said with a wink.
Damn, why didn't I watch more Heroes when there were more TVs around?
"Er... you... no, you don't read minds or throw fire. You... have split personality?"
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Post by Ned on Jul 2, 2010 14:39:59 GMT -5
"Actually, that might explain how Digby always got out of the apartment in the mornings. But no, I don't think so," he replied with a shake of the head.
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Post by Rachel on Jul 2, 2010 14:48:21 GMT -5
"Ooh ooh! Let me guess! A golden retriever. Now ask me how I know!"
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Post by Ned on Jul 2, 2010 19:13:59 GMT -5
"Okay," Ned laughed in amazement. "How do you know?"
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Post by Rachel on Jul 2, 2010 19:17:51 GMT -5
"Long yellow dog hair. Right shoulder," she said proudly, pointing at the piece of evidence on his shirt.
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Post by Ned on Jul 2, 2010 19:28:04 GMT -5
"Oh, wow, that's embarrassing--especially for a guy like me. What if it'd gotten into one of the pies?"
He plucked the single strand of hair from his shirt and made to dispose of it in the nearest trash receptacle but not before the thing curled and appeared to, for lack of a better word, deaden at the first sign of contact with his fingers.
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