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"Don't tell me you have another simple task, Boss, give me something challenging." The programmer grumbled, looking at the Irishman over the rims of her glasses.
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"And…who are you again?" He raises an eyebrow from behind his sunglasses, tilting his head forward slightly.
Kinzie's brow furrowed slightly, did he...really not know who she was?
No, that couldn't be it, the Boss surely would have mentioned her at least once in his presence about how she'd aided in a plan...right?
Hmph, well even if he didn't she still didn't like the tone in his voice.
The programmer squared her shoulders and her chin jutted out almost childishly.
"Kinzie Kensington. Best hacker, or if we're speaking on some sort of record, programmer, in the world."
If I have followed you, whether I followed first or I am following back, I clearly want to roleplay with you at some point. So please don't ever feel like I don't want to interact with you or your muse(s).
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He fell back into another fit before he could utter a word, noticing her back away a bit before he shook his head. It would be no use, there wasn't a soul that could reverse what has been done. He wiped some stray tears from his eyes and spoke softly, shuttering.
"It wouldn't make a difference...I've had to live like this....for years. I cannot fix...What has been broken."
The way Fink had built him ensured that he would be stuck how he was forever, almost as if to spite him for no apparent reason. It was terrible what he bad done to the poor metal giant.
"..."
Believe it or not, Kinzie had a heart, and it was going out to this metallic man in front of her currently. The ex-FBI agent sighed softly at herself, when did she turn into such a softie?
"Is...uh, is there anything I can do to help?" She doubted she could do anything, he wasn't like a cyborg, his tech didn't look sophisticated enough to be able to be plugged into and she was only good with computer software, not metal parts or human organs.
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As quick as that wicked grin was to form on his face, it faded into an unhappy scowl. Oh, he certainly wasn’t going to take this from a piece of shit hacker such as Kensington!
A low growl welling up in his throat, the little cyber god shot an angry glare at the woman.
"Oh, shut up. You’re not worthy my bloody time, I’d rather not waste my wit on you.”
"Aww, did that hurt? Why don't you run to your mother, Matt? I'm sure she'll have no qualms with kissing your boo-boos, you still are a child, after all." The ex-FBI agent placed her hands on her hips, obviously amused with how she had affected the male.
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Your muse must specify how they want to be kissed.
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“Horrible taste in music? Oh, you’re speaking as if your music tastes are good. If anyone’s brain cells have been killed off, it’s yours." Blue-grey eyes narrowed as his lips curled into a wicked grin, "Besides, it would take an idiot to continue on after the things I’ve done to you.”
In that exact moment Kinzie wished she had Oleg's ridiculous amount of strength so she could have eliminated the pest that was Matt Miller, but she didn't, and she doubted he'd do her a solid and kill him if she asked even if he had been around so she was stuck continuing this nuisance that was a sass battle.
"Oh that's really cute, using my own insult against me? What, can't come up with anything original so you have to recycle my quips? How far you have fallen, Matt Miller."
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"Oh dear Phrophet, i am....Terribly far away from home. Damn tears."
The man's face scrunched up in frustration as he thought this over. This wasn't good, not good at all. He was in a city filled with people who would most likely fear him too, and he didn't like that. He hated scaring people with his appearance and intimidating stature, but it was something the metal man just couldn't help. He went to speak, only to hunch over as a harsh cough rippled through his metal body, almost echoing.
"Im sorry--"
He panted softly, looking back up to the other.
"I'm very ill..."
Prophet? What was he talking about? He didn't look the type to be a church member, but then again, she hadn't really pegged him for anything in particular yet.
When the metal man coughed she recoiled slightly, it sounded so...so sickly. Ugh, she was a programmer not a doctor, what was she supposed to do?
Why was she even thinking about helping him anyway? She was a Saint and he definitely wasn't, and for all she knew this could be some sort of trap. Her paranoia set in and she took a few steps back, looking around--scanning for anything out of the ordinary. Nope. She saw nothing, but was still on her guard.
"There's a hospital a few blocks from here. Think you can make it that far?" She should have just walked away, but here was Kinzie Kensington helping out a stranger. No one would believe this if she had told them--not that she was going to tell anyone of this.
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Oleg’s skin crawled in his jacket. There she went, digging again.
"If it’s my past you’re after…" his lip stiffened - "you’re going to be disappointed."
Throw her off, he told himself. Give her something harmless.
"But… I will say…" he returned to his pacing. "This is the first I’ve seen of America." His posture relaxed. "A strange introduction, maybe. But America’s a strange place."
Damn. Rejected again. Of all of Saints Oleg was the hardest to pin down, the hardest to dig anything up on, to learn about. She knew the Boss' true name, true identity, yet this Russian man was a complete mystery to her.
She let it slide this time, not wanting to cause a fight, the last thing she needed was to get frazzled and get her off of game.
She laughed, shaking her head. "Of all the places to come to first, it had to be this clusterfuck of a city? Everything else is going to be bland compared to this place."
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"Oh, I’m not trying to prove anything, it happens to be a fact that I am better than you and your n00bish pawns." He replied with a frown, "Feh, and here I thought you had finally been put in your place.”
"Your horrible taste in music has finally killed off all of your brain cells if you honestly think you are better than me." She scoffed, her blue eyes narrowed into slits.
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"That is a very nice name." He replied with a small, almost shy smile, reaching down to cover his heart case with a giant hand. It was purely out of habit due to the fact that living in Columbia, people knew where they could kill a handyman, by shooting the thick glass out and exposing his heart. So whenever he was near anyone unfamiliar, it usually stayed covered…just in case. But he didn’t see any indication that this woman would hurt him, but he kept up his guard, staring down at her. "What is this place…this..City you live in?"
A brow quirked upwards in confusion and surprise. That was a first, a compliment on her name.
Her blue eyes fell to the metallic hand that covered the heart protected by a layer of glass. It took her a moment to realize he'd asked a question, her mind swirling out a few theories on what he was or who and why he was in the shape he was in currently.
"Steelport. This is Steelport." She replied, shaking her head slightly to clear the thoughts so she could focus on the...man in front of her.
Send me a "+" and a character you would like to see me hook up with..and Mun and Muse will give their opinion on the ship.
calming starter sentences
"Its okay, I'm here."
"I'm not going to leave you."
"Everything is okay."
"I'm going to protect you."
"I believe in you."
"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that."
"You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now."
"You're not going to lose me."
"I love you."
"I'll stay right here, okay?"
"Just breathe."
"I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay."
"You're everything to me."
"I don't care what they think, to me, you are perfect."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"You don't have to be alone."
"Oh puh-lease, Matt Miller, as if I'd give up while I still have you running around under my feet, trying to prove just how great you are."
