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Post by Rojo on Feb 26, 2009 10:35:12 GMT -5
Quentin turns his head to look at The Guardian.
"I take it not everyone where you came from had such powers?"
He stated almost as if he knew.
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Post by Seven on Feb 26, 2009 11:59:32 GMT -5
Thrasymachus shakes his head. He did notice Quentin's almost unusually insightful tone, and though he was wary of it, he didn't let it reflect on his countenance. "Only my species. The Guardians."
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Post by Rojo on Feb 26, 2009 12:42:37 GMT -5
He shrugs.
"Interesting name. I suppose it was your sworn duty to protect humanity?"
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Post by Seven on Feb 26, 2009 17:31:07 GMT -5
He nods absentmindedly. "Yeah, something like that." He didn't really want to get into the details of how they were supposedly humanity's Guardians, but were only really using them. Besides, what did it matter now that they were all gone? Well, other than Prometheus, he supposed. "I sure does feel strange, no longer having someone to take orders from..."
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Post by Rojo on Feb 27, 2009 3:20:03 GMT -5
"Ah, well, that's the beauty of life, isn't it? Choice. The ability to control your own path, be your pursuits dark...or light."
Quentin sighs loudly. "For good...or for evil, though often the line between them is blurred..."
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Post by Seven on Feb 27, 2009 11:49:31 GMT -5
He gives Quentin a small look. "It sounds like you speak from experience." He grins, letting out a low chuckle, and teases the man, "You're not secretly a comic book superhero, are you?"
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Post by Rojo on Feb 27, 2009 12:22:41 GMT -5
Quentin seems to consider this for a moment.
"I've never been in any comics that I know of...though I suppose someone somewhere might have done such a thing...also, you suggest I know from experience. Well, it varies. Some people have different definitions of good and evil..."
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Post by Seven on Feb 27, 2009 15:23:46 GMT -5
"....." He raises another eyebrow. "So...would that just be a clever phrasing to try and say you were a super villain?"
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Post by Rojo on Feb 27, 2009 15:27:45 GMT -5
"No, not at all, I was just suggesting that what you might think would be good I might think to be wrong...everyone's different and we should respect respect that..."
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Post by Seven on Feb 27, 2009 15:30:05 GMT -5
He watches him warily, but slowly nods. "Yes....right. Granted, you've still implied that you were doing something unique in your world. What were you up to?"
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Post by Rojo on Feb 27, 2009 15:36:28 GMT -5
Quentin shrugs and stares over the ridge of a newborn hill. He inhales through his right nostril.
"Well, you know, small things- saving the universe; keeping the forces of evil at bay; having fights with Dragonfly over collosal cities, that sort of thing." He mentions it casually in the way someone might describe their day, but it is plainly obvious he's trying hard to keep his head.
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Post by Seven on Feb 27, 2009 15:38:41 GMT -5
He blinks. "Who was Dragonfly?"
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Post by Rojo on Feb 27, 2009 15:42:28 GMT -5
Sucking air into his cheeks and them puffing them out, Quentin rushes on in that hurried nervous manner.
"Oh, he's the ex-military Sergeant of the former military division of my Corporation. He stole some technology and 'upgraded' it in order to get revenge on me for making him lose his job. Aparently he lost his wife and apartment too because of it. Unfortunately, the combination of grief and chemicals sent him insane. Now all he wants is to destroy me and my buisness to ruin my life as I did his." He looks around "sort of hard now, I suppose..."
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Post by Seven on Feb 27, 2009 15:45:49 GMT -5
A pause. He then casually reclines again. "Meh. What's done is done. He should have gotten over himself and moved on. Not that it matters now. He might not have survived the universe-imploding."
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Post by Rojo on Feb 27, 2009 15:58:26 GMT -5
Quentin frowns slightly.
"That's not fair, really. He lost wife who was pregnant and his house. I think this is an example of the evil/good blurred line thing..."
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