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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 12, 2009 10:34:41 GMT -5
Baillon was asleep in the next room, while Veidt had an arrangement of newspapers unfolded on his desk Each of them prominently reported an extraordinarily bizarre rescue during a recent hostage crisis, in which the victims reported being saved by a man in an owl-like cowl and a long cape, who appeared out of nowhere in a floating, almost spherical craft and defeated their captors. An addendum to the story stated that one of the terrorists had somehow fallen to his death while simultaneously being consumed by flames.
Costumed vigilantism was technically illegal in France as well, but as they had no real ongoing history with it, the public was more confused than outraged.
Adrian Veidt had debated with himself whether or not this was worthy of giving Dan Dreiberg a call off and on for a day or so now. There had been distractions, of course- Baillon's ceaseless, endearing willingness was one, though there were also more legitimate affairs to be managed as well. But now Baillon was asleep, and Micaela wasn't here, and Adrian realized that this was another temptation he would have to give into.
He dialed Dan's number and waited for an answer.
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Jul 12, 2009 10:38:10 GMT -5
Dan had been laying in bed all day watchng television, there was nothing else to do, he was sure Megan was hiding in her room at the institute, he'd go see her later, and it wasn't like he knew anything else.
He was drifting in and out of sleep when the phone rang, almost falling out of bed he reached over and grabbed the reciever "Dan here."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 12, 2009 10:39:05 GMT -5
"Dan? Dan, it's Adrian. Am I interrupting anything?"
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Jul 12, 2009 10:40:11 GMT -5
Dan coughed "The Golden Girls" rubbng his eyes he sat up "no, I mean no, what's up?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 12, 2009 10:43:18 GMT -5
He nearly asked what exactly Dan meant by The Golden Girls, but somehow the phrase "back in St. Olaf" drifted into his mind and he remembered. Some kind of television show about aging female roommates, wasn't it?
"I couldn't help but notice that you've made it into the papers. Is this the start of a new pattern, Dan, or do old habits just die hard?"
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Jul 12, 2009 10:45:08 GMT -5
"I have?" Dan looked down at the aging stack of papers in the corner of his room that he had been meaning to read "I imagine that you're talking about the strangely dressed man saving a bunch of people? I really have no idea what your talking about."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 12, 2009 10:46:11 GMT -5
"Unless you've decided to do as Hollis did for you and give the name to the next lucky bidder-"
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Jul 12, 2009 10:47:26 GMT -5
"-you know I wouldn't do that to anyone." he yawned.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 12, 2009 10:51:04 GMT -5
"What a shame it would be indeed, if I read further exploits involving owl-inspired masks and none of them had your particular charms," Adrian said smoothly. "Good fortune for us all that that isn't a concern."
He settled into his chair behind the desk and continued, "So have you received any visits recently from a certain faceless acquaintance of ours?"
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Jul 12, 2009 10:53:20 GMT -5
"Well thank you Adrian" Dan laughed "I appreciate it, and yes he's been at my hotel room, ordered chicken and never ate it."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 12, 2009 10:54:18 GMT -5
"I'm terribly sorry. You have my deepest condolences."
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Jul 12, 2009 10:56:00 GMT -5
"The chicken didn't much appreciate being wasted like that" reaching over to his side table he grabbed his glasses and put them on, adjusting his eyes. "How are you?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 12, 2009 11:01:37 GMT -5
"Well, let me see. On the one hand, I have taken on a few new highly skilled staff members"- his eyes wandered toward the room where Baillon lay nude and angelic in the satin sheets, insensible to the world for the time being- "and, as you are probably aware, a lovely and talented young protegee. On the other hand, Rorschach seems convinced that Largo is trying to kill me, undo me, or both, and he came to say as much perhaps two weeks ago."
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Jul 12, 2009 11:04:06 GMT -5
Dan smiled at the thought of Micaela "He isn't a big fan of Largo either, Adrian, I know he's a little crazy, but you ever think he might be on to something. It isn't as if you and the GeneCo people get on..."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 12, 2009 11:13:39 GMT -5
"Yes, yes, I know," said Adrian as he leaned back in the chair. "Regardless, I hardly suspect that the ravings of a deranged sociopath of Rorschach's caliber deserve to be given much consideration in the long run."
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