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Not so internal dialogue.

Norman Osborn


Not so internal dialogue.

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"She's our responsibility, Norman."

"Yes, of course she is."

"Therefore, so is he."
  • A gentle chuckle. "And this is a group consensus?" Just making sure. Just making sure...
    • "Mm." A not-answer both noncommital and amused. "Close enough."
      • "I think you'll want it to be." A touch of frost in her voice, in the green of her touch inside his head. Don't think she can't, won't just rip you out, if you make things too difficult for them. Or for her.
        • Oh, it likes her. They have so much in common, products of their makers' egos. Indulgances.

          Would you really, darling? When I'm what you love most about us?
          • If you make me, darling. She did it to her maker, to save her own skin. If she needed to tear Ulti apart, put him back together again exactly how she wanted him, to save either of them... well. There wouldn't be very much hesitation, let's just say.

            She ignores, doesn't acknowledge that 'what you love most' comment. No matter how much she suspects it might be true.
            • I wouldn't dream of it. Not yet, anyway. Give it time, let it explore what Ulti's become...
              • You had best pray you don't. The green is closed-off now, cold with unsaid threats, and she's tense in his arms, eyes fixed on nothing at all.
                • He kisses her temple, and then disappears with a twist of green that invites her to follow if she'd like, but promises nothing. Just as closed off as she.
                  • She snarls, cursing under her breath. But --

                    She isn't so good at transport-by-thread as he is. So it takes a few minutes, and her PINpoint. But she does follow him, this stranger in hier fiancee's body. God damn him.
                    • Busy! A bright, daylit crowd on a broad street, one lined with grassy medians, black iron fences, and the occassional small white building flanked with guards. Tourists swarm everywhere, in this sunny afternoon, many trying to take pictures through the fence of the very familiar building beyond.

                      1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
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