@PsionicSpecter@StoleYourBody ㅤ
This got a chuckle out of Misha. To him, these two seemed like good people. Honestly if anything he was just happy they weren’t judging his home from what he could tell.
❝ I’ll be back in just a minute then we’ll talk about just what it is that’s going on around »
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@PsionicSpecter@StoleYourBody ㅤ
« read as an open book. Not a hint of malice. Not a hint of
❝ Actually, can I get you two anything? Coffee? Cake? Cookies? ❞
He’d ask the two.
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@PsionicSpecter@StoleYourBody ㅤ
« want to make a bad impression.
❝ Uhm… I don’t know how helpful I’m going to be. I don’t exactly… get out much. But you two make yourselves at home! ❞
The artist spoke with an enthusiastic upbeat tone, a pleasant smile on his face. A face which could be »
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@StoleYourBody@PsionicSpecter ㅤ
❝ Yeah! Yeah! Right? ❞
He snickered before turning his attention to Micro, where for just a moment his expression faltered as he noticed something he hadn’t noticed before.
❝ Hey… if you don’t mind me asking you…
Why are you wearing a helmet? ❞
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@StoleYourBody@PsionicSpecter ㅤ
Almost immediately, Misha replied.
❝ Of course. I couldn’t say no to that. ❞
He’d say with a warm smile as he pulled back and gestured for them to enter.
❝ Come in, come in. Anything to help our boys in blue! Or well… um…
Ha ha… You get what I mean. ❞
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@StoleYourBody@PsionicSpecter ㅤ
Before Dyna could finish her sentence, the door opened. There stood a man, looked about mid-thirties. Tall, lean and way more built than one might believe. He looked towards the two.
It was unmistakable. This was him. This was the author. This was Misha »
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@TimeRemnant@PhantomsVesper ㅤ
He backed up further, eyes focused on Promethean.
❝ Then… I don’t know, email! ❞
He exclaimed, offering a shrug before backing down an alleyway.
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@TimeRemnant@PhantomsVesper ㅤ
❝ Yeah, yeah. I’m good. I’m good. ❞
Jensen immediately started backing up.
❝ Hey. I just remembered I need to be somewhere. We can finish this over the phone, right? ❞
She asked, shooting a pair of finger guns at the cat Thiren.
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@TimeRemnant@PhantomsVesper ㅤ
The man shrugged.
❝ I just do what’s right. ❞
She said earnestly in a way that made him look not at all humble.
❝ There are people less fortunate than us. It’s our duty to help them. ❞
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@TimeRemnant@PhantomsVesper ㅤ
❝ Oh I bet you do! ❞
He continued, smiling down at the cat thiren he didn’t even realise was a cat thiren.
❝ People would be idiots to turn down an interview with you! ❞
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@TimeRemnant@PhantomsVesper ㅤ
The man took one look at the phantom pass. To Chrona it was a blank but to him it was an ID card for The Daily Torch - instantly he was interested.
❝ Can’t say I’m not a busy guy, but for someone like you? I can always make time. ❞
He said flirtatiously.
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« charities, orphanages and various other public organizations like food banks had just so happened to have significantly large anonymous donations within the past month - which was roughly when the robberies first started.
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Time pressed on and so did the Promethean and Chrona. They’d split off from Dyna and Micro - who had left to pay a visit to the ever so elusive Misha Michaels. This had left Chrona and Promethean to search for clues.
On their travels they’d found that »
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