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Post by Victor von Doom on Mar 16, 2012 13:25:32 GMT -5
"Your assistant was taking her morning exercise."
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Post by Megan on Mar 16, 2012 13:27:33 GMT -5
"God knows I could use it, right?" Megan said sourly.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Mar 16, 2012 14:10:17 GMT -5
He looked at Veidt expectantly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 16, 2012 14:12:47 GMT -5
Adrian uncrossed his arms; his prosthetic hand had not yet been returned to him and he had knotted the sleeve of his simple Latverian-issued shirt where his arm ended to make a point of it.
"Come along, Megan."
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Post by Megan on Mar 16, 2012 14:13:11 GMT -5
"To what?"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Mar 16, 2012 14:15:59 GMT -5
"Doom will not detain you any further. Run along, then."
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Post by Megan on Mar 16, 2012 14:18:34 GMT -5
"Lord Doom and I were talking," Megan said stubbornly.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Mar 16, 2012 14:25:51 GMT -5
"And we will continue in due time. Herr Veidt may be wanting his hand returned at some point."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 16, 2012 21:26:00 GMT -5
"Yes, about that-"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Mar 16, 2012 21:28:31 GMT -5
"Unfortunate, but necessary. It will be returned to your suite on a silken pillow."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 28, 2012 1:16:27 GMT -5
"Necessary. Of course."
Adrian's voice was flat.
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