Ray built it. He's on my team and is some sort of super genius. Good guy. I don't know the details. I'm sure he's explained it a million times but I tune him out pretty quickly when he's being like that.
It can get really small, and really big. And shoot lasers. Pew pew.
Ever been blown up by a bomb with your name on it? A little Wiley Coyote for my tastes, but that was kidnapping numero uno if you ever want a super nightmarish bedtime story.
[ he hears some stirring from the suite next to his and makes an educated guess that one of the girls is having just as much trouble sleeping as he is. couldn't be because they live in a spooky temple controlled by an incompetent witch? nah... anyway, john has a hunch about which of the pair isn't getting her beauty rest. he slips a piece of parchment under the door with a neatish scrawl that reads Meet me outside the circle. 15 minutes.
that's how much time he needs to track down the hooch he'd bartered for and make his way past all the faceless butlers without triggering their protocols. he's gotten pretty good at sneaking around over the years. she'll find him just outside the grounds of the castle as promised, sitting cross-legged in the cold dirt with his coat collar popped high to keep his ears from turning red. he lifts the bottle in his hand in greeting, a mostly fake smile plastered across his face, though the sentiment behind his mirth is quite real. ]
Captain Lance. We have got to stop meeting like this.
[ Sara does indeed go out to meet him. She's got nothing better to do and she was curious about what he was up to. Plus, listening to other people sleep when you can't is just annoying.
So, she wears some weather-appropriate clothes walks out to the meeting spot ]
[ he reaches up his other hand to grip her wrist so he can stand up, handing her the booze so he can dust off his pants. and so she can check it out, he supposes. ]
It's somewhere between nail varnish and paint thinner.
[ it's noncommittal if only because he hadn't thought that far ahead. he just wanted to get outside of astoria's "range" as it were and have a real talk. ]
What that old bat give you? [ for an ability, he means, holding out his hand for the bottle. ]
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[ he can practically hear pepper screaming MANNERS at him right now so he tacks on: ]
Please. If you want to. With a cherry on top.
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Did your mom make you type that?
Ray built it. He's on my team and is some sort of super genius. Good guy. I don't know the details. I'm sure he's explained it a million times but I tune him out pretty quickly when he's being like that.
It can get really small, and really big. And shoot lasers. Pew pew.
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Interesting. Sounds like some sort of nanotechnology. I'm guessing you don't have Pym particles where you come from?
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And yeah, I'm pretty sure nanotech is exactly what he calls it.
What's a Pym particle?
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Hank Pym. He worked with my father on something really similar to what you're describing.
Alternate universes are exhausting.
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I guess if he could get away with it...
You should try time travel sometime. It gets a lot weirder.
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And I'm gonna have to take a pass on that one. It never ends well in the movies.
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[ the whole concept doesn't appeal to Sara. too much visibility, too much liability. she saw what happened with the Queens ]
Are you sure? You could meet your heroes...
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Is that why you do it?
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action; backdated!!!
that's how much time he needs to track down the hooch he'd bartered for and make his way past all the faceless butlers without triggering their protocols. he's gotten pretty good at sneaking around over the years. she'll find him just outside the grounds of the castle as promised, sitting cross-legged in the cold dirt with his coat collar popped high to keep his ears from turning red. he lifts the bottle in his hand in greeting, a mostly fake smile plastered across his face, though the sentiment behind his mirth is quite real. ]
Captain Lance. We have got to stop meeting like this.
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So, she wears some weather-appropriate clothes walks out to the meeting spot ]
Is that what I think it is?
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Come over here and find out.
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I feel like I'm in high school again. Sneaking out, drinking bad booze with a delinquent.
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[ he reaches up his other hand to grip her wrist so he can stand up, handing her the booze so he can dust off his pants. and so she can check it out, he supposes. ]
It's somewhere between nail varnish and paint thinner.
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That's an understatement. But I guess it'll do.
You got somewhere in mind you want to go?
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[ it's noncommittal if only because he hadn't thought that far ahead. he just wanted to get outside of astoria's "range" as it were and have a real talk. ]
What that old bat give you? [ for an ability, he means, holding out his hand for the bottle. ]
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Between you and me? I don't know. And it's kind of freaking me out.
What about you?
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@z
[Which roughly translates to "Alive. Have Steve. Mermaids suck."]
A y ne s on the ot er 2 sn rky ass oles?
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hy is t is so du king mes ed u ?
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y o r saf?
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working in a restaurant. u?
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Is that code for something?
if so follow up Q: do I wanna know what it's code for?