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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 24, 2015 19:32:41 GMT -7
(k she just texted back ok i can breathe now)
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Jun 24, 2015 19:49:19 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 24, 2015 19:49:19 GMT -7
(Oh ok good! How's she going?) (And I'll be replying shortly~)
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 24, 2015 19:57:17 GMT -7
(idk she said "im fine" and didn't say anything else... hopefully she'll say something, i gave her my email like. she has lots of ways to contact me so...)
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Jun 24, 2015 20:13:32 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 24, 2015 20:13:32 GMT -7
(Huh. She seems to just be edgy atm)
The blind man shifted his gaze so it was the closest thing to eye contact with this Banner gentleman, and nodded. Though nobody could tell because of the dark shades he was wearing, Matt had a pretty accurate sense of direction when it came to where to look. Often times, his accuracy unnerved people, especially when he wasn't wearing his shades. "Nice to meet you all," he replied politely. Despite his tone, though, his posture was stiff and rigid, and his shoulders were tensed up. The tension and heat in the air was so strong that he could literally smell it, and it put him on edge as well. The Captain seemed to believe them and their stories, but the rest sure didn't. He silently wished the elevator ride would be over soon.
Sure enough, it was only a few more moments before Matt could hear the cords holding the elevator slacken, and the wheels slow down with it. A couple seconds later, the doors slid open, and the people inside seemed to pour out into the hallway. Only Steve was polite enough to hold the door open for all of them, and was even smiling good-naturedly as he did so.
As soon as she stepped into the hallway, Natasha nodded to the scientist at her side, who hasn't said anything since he introduced them all. She gave him an expectant look, and crossed her arms.
( :000 what does she want from him??)
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 24, 2015 20:15:46 GMT -7
(no rlly what does she want)
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Jun 24, 2015 20:22:22 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 24, 2015 20:22:22 GMT -7
(Idk?? He's bae [or is he] so he should read her mind??) (Nah. Maybe she wants him to be nicer. Or get them to his lab or find out more about them) (Sorry for doing this :/ I keep screwing up here today I guess)
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 24, 2015 20:41:09 GMT -7
(no no ur fine omg look at me i got caught up playing frickin zoo tycoon on my ds) (I'll reply in a bit)
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Jun 24, 2015 20:43:40 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 24, 2015 20:43:40 GMT -7
(I HAVENT PLAYED THAT GAME IN CENTURIES oh my god I need to find it now) (Yeah no prob take your time)
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 24, 2015 21:08:12 GMT -7
Bruce caught Natasha's glare and shrugged, only slightly fearfully. He gave her a look that, if one could read minds, would say 'I have no idea what you want also please don't kill me' because jeez, did she always look that scary? He comically scuttled after the elevator's other occupants, taking a few jogging strides in order to his way to the front of the group and punch in the key code to his lab. When he entered, he swept his hands widely and cleared all the holo-screens scattered around the workspace.
At this, Robo's eyes seemed to widen. "You have holograms?" He said, his voice achieving that same breathless quality one got when awed. Then he stopped short a few steps into the lab, almost bumping into whoever was directly behind him- he wasn't paying attention- and squinted his optics. "Wait, is this some future paradox stuff? Should I not know about this then?"
"Future paradox- ah, step over there, please- future paradox stuff?" Bruce asked, running two conversations at once as he simultaneously questioned the robot and instructed Matt to move to where the scanners could see him.
"Yep. 2011," Robo responded resignedly. He sounded completely and utterly despondent about this, but Bruce just marvelled at the expressiveness in the robot's tone. Even JARVIS, in his driest or most urgent moments, didn't display such a broad emotional range.
"Is that when you were ah- um-" Bruce let the words die off and simply gave a vague gesture in Robo's direction. He was also calibrating the scanners to search for radiation, adjusting a few things there and there as he did so.
"Built? No, 1923, actually. But seriously, holograms?" Robo repeated, still sounding incredulous. He gave the room a once over and didn't see any hidden projectors that would display such marvels, which meant they incredibly well hidden. He noted how clean the area was, with what looked like tablets scattered here and there instead of notepads- speaking of which, Banner was still holding one in his hands. Perhaps the guy just liked the old fashioned way better. "What do you think, Matt?" He asked conversationally, noting how quiet the man had been. "This is just a little too Star Trek for me, and yes, I realize how ironic that sounds."
(OUCH I was drying my hair and I ran my hand through it and I legit burned my hand omg)
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Jun 24, 2015 21:40:44 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 24, 2015 21:40:44 GMT -7
The lawyer had a bored, unimpressed look on his face as he stood under the scanners. "Yeah, they sure are," he answered in a tone completely saturated with sarcasm, adjusting his shades slightly. "But at the same time, they're just, ah, bursting with life. And color." Matt hadn't seen a movie since he was a child, and he didn't get the Star Trek reference at all. He held his tongue for a couple more moments so he wouldn't snap at his new companion, and instead stood still with a forced smile. He couldn't remember the last time someone had blatantly ignored his affliction this badly before, and the feeling was similar to a stab in the chest. "I can't see the holograms, Robo," he bitterly spat, casting him an agitated look. They weren't living and breathing, and had no scent, so he didn't even know they were there.
After a moment of processing what Matt said, the Captain's face shifted from a pleasant grin to a very shocked, even secondhand offended expression. He gave the robot an uncomfortable look, as if to say that he really, really screwed up. Steve crossed his arms and leaned up against the laboratory wall, letting out a low whistle as he did so. He did have to admit, though, that the holograms were a little bit old-fashioned and stereotypical, even for his taste. Still though, he thought the blind man was missing out on a cool experience.
Natasha felt that same feeling of secondhand shame, but she was much less vocal about her feeling. She put a hand thoughtfully on her cheek as she observed the situation unfolding. Really, she just wanted to see how it was going to end. The girlier part of her enjoyed drama, though she would deny it to her grave.
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