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@journalingfreak
“What is it you said you did again? I wasn’t--” Simon paused. He had better manners than that; to admit he wasn’t listening would have been rude. Especially given he wasn’t even looking directly at the fellow.
“--I didn’t quite catch that.”
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Green eyes surveyed him, taking in the admitted super before her before dusky rose lips curled into a not quite sad smile.
“Fault didn’t change the damage that it left in it’s wake…” She chimed vaguely, of course speaking of the controversy surrounding the supers of a decade and a half past.
“What?” Simon turned to hear with a stark expression of confusion; it was a bit startling, given how limited his emotional range was both reputed and evidenced to be. His own green eyes darted between her and some invisible figure a few times before narrowing.
“I”m sorry, miss, I think-- I think that we were talking about two different things. I was talking about the, uh, the Thrilling Three.” He seemed unable of not doing so. Simon steepled his fingers a little nervously; he was aware of that fact, too.
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“It’s nice to see that super villains aren’t the only Supers to come out of France.” Simon-- under the guise Gazerbeam at the moment --was certain that everyone knew who Bomb Voyage was; in fact, his notorious reputation probably made it hard for any up and coming superheroes in his home country. Simon almost felt sorry for them; almost because he actually worked up compassion, not just pity, for those aforementioned up and coming superheroes.
“What’s your name, miss?”
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“I’ll say it again. Put. The weapon. Down.”
Through the visor of his costume Gazerbeam could somewhat make out the green of her costume-- and of the glow around the hand poised threateningly at him. While the lenses was great for magnifying his powers, it was terrible for seeing things in color. Everything had a red hue around it. Perhaps he’d see Edna about getting a newer one...
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“...I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Super quite like yourself, miss.” Wings-- real, wide, feathery bird wings sprouted from the woman’s back. Simon tried not to stare, both out of reasons of respect and practicality. It’d be a shame to accidentally burn her. He stopped leaning forwards in his office chair and reclined, blinking slowly.
“I’m going to guess and say the reason you’re here is because of... Those,” he mumbled, pressing steepled fingers to his lips. Every other Super he had encountered, both in and out of costume, had never had an advancement quite like hers; they were all easy to hide, most of the time. Simon did wonder how someone like the Phylange kept his day job as an opera singer.
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“So you said your Bob’s daughter?” Simon gives her a look, a rather familial smile growing on his face. He bounced on his heels a tad; he could hardly believe it-- but at the same time, he had to admit, she took after her mother. “That’s-- uh, well, it’s good to hear that he really did settle down.”
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“Miss, I really woudn’t recommend doing that.”
Simon just so happened to stop upon what looked to be a bad idea in progress. He’d seen rowdy kids and criminals alike try to leap the fence she’s sitting on. It wasn’t that they couldn’t-- but a rather vicious dog (Simon thought it was rabid, personally) happened to live in the yard it surrounded. His expression is rather stony, both out of concern and the concentration going into not burning a hole through his glasses. His eye doctor was starting to become suspicious after five pairs gone.
