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Post by Sam Guthrie on Jun 29, 2007 2:37:06 GMT -4
He was beginning to feel normal again. His sense of worthlessness was being driven deep down beneath a layer of self assured cockiness, as per usual.
"Within that five minutes, the Ultron could have invaded," He stated, "And it would have been entirely my fault."
He grimaced. It was true, it would have been entirely his fault, no one else at the base had any clue as to how to lead, especially how to handle a horde of killer robots. They would've been dead within minutes.
"All because of my..."
His what? His lust for her? His need to pursue her? His selfish fool hardy nonsense?
"All because of a silly schoolboy crush."
OK, so that was not exactly what he felt about her, but in light of recent events, it may have well been.
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Post by Rogue on Jun 30, 2007 23:16:24 GMT -4
Burying a snicker, Anna stood with one hand on her hip, not quite sure what to say to that. A Schoolboy Crush? Was that what he really thought his feelings were toward her? She wouldn’t call verbal assault by such an innocent name. Stalker was more like. A wrangler itching to stir up some trouble if he kept onto her like he did.
“Ah’m sure it’ll be fahne,” she replied politely, per usual, retaining her cool demeanor.
The fact was, Sam had an ego so huge that he thought the whole world couldn’t survive. Weapon X—completely forgotten.
“`Sahdes, we ain’t even got this whole Ultron thing figuahed out yet,” she shrugged.
Anyway, it wasn’t like Sam could handle them any better than the rest of the team. From the sound of things, Anna, Deefer and Scott could probably pick ‘em off one at a time if they worked together, maybe. If not, it was a lost cause anyway. Including Sam, those four were pretty kick ass.
“So, how’d ya figuah we could stop them from invadin’?”
Seemingly proud of her deduction, she pursed her lips knowingly.
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Post by Sam Guthrie on Jul 4, 2007 2:45:18 GMT -4
"I'm....allowing Dr. McCoy to have alook at it, perhaps he'll have a fresh prespective..."
He hated it, not being able to sort this mess out himself. Curse those infernal Ultron!
"Hopefully we'll have a final solution before things escalate out of control."
Before it was too late.
"If not...we'll do what has to be done"
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Post by Rogue on Jul 8, 2007 14:20:10 GMT -4
She hadn’t meant for him to take her seriously, not to mention give her an actual answer. But then, that was Sam for you.
“Ah see,” she really wanted out of this walk now.
Just like her to not think about the consequences of asking a lion to dinner. She was so bored. He failed to keep her entertained. And then when she wasn’t bored, she was busy fending him off.
Yes, it was officially time to go. This little discussion had left him rambling for far too long and she’d put too much effort, already, into training the untreatable. Sam was really not her type. Thanks for playin’, but really, no.
“Well, in that case,” she smiled, unsure of exactly what to say to be able to leave… All she wanted was to break away and begin strategizing her own plot for the capture of a certain Priest.
“You should ‘prolly get back t’ work.”
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