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 Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 11:03 pm
*Looks over at the booth and raises a eyebrow. Decides to let things play out and opens up the fridge.*
Come on someone's leftovers to steal...
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 11:04 pm
*laughs, his mouth full of blood from Fury's attack.*
HAH! Is this your normal manner of conversation starting, or is this going to be a "special" conversation? Tell me, you old codger - did you make it a habit of teaching new SHIELD recruits to abuse the subjects of their interrogations? It's a wonder it took them this long to hand the country's security to someone competent.
Get far away from me, you worm. I am in a pleasant mood, and I might not even let your assault change that if I'm spared your continued presence.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 11:10 pm
*smirks, keeping his finger tight on the gun's trigger.*
I'm the one with the gun, a*****e. You don't get to tell me what to do.
Earlier tonight, Snow White was brutally attacked in her office. She might not even pull through. And, lo and behold, the reclusive Mr. Osborn decides that THIS is the time to show his face in the Bistro, grinnin' like a god damn moron. So tell me, Norman - what's the connection?
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 11:16 pm
*his previously happy expression abruptly turns to a scowl as his eyes narrow and a vein in his forehead starts to visibly pulsate.*
No, you washed up terrorist. You don't get to tell me to do anything. I'm not just the Director of HAMMER - I am HAMMER. I saved the world from a Skrull invasion. I apprehended Tony Stark for his role in aiding those terrorists. I lead the god damn Avengers! Who are you? A past his prime Colonel-turned-terrorist who spends his days playing out old grudge matches with Nazis? You're a whelp, Fury.
As for Miss White's unfortunate accident, yes, it's tragic. But I've been nothing but pleasant to the woman. I can't say the same for you. Who are you to accuse m of anything? ...Or is it that all your leads have runs dry, and I'm your "shot in the dark."
*smirks, though still visibly annoyed.*
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 11:26 pm
*grits his teeth and clenches his free hand.*
Gee, I dunno Norman. Why would I ever accuse you? It ain't like you're strolling around the Nexus sporting a Green Goblin costume and an obvious psychotic break. rolleyes
The attacker blew out the right wall of her office. But it ain't like you have access to any sort of heavy explosives, is it? A piece of rubble was found with two mysterious puncture marks in it. It's not like you have access to some kind of, oh, I don't know, flying glider with dual spikes on it's nose, right? And a couple of blondes were kidnapped. But you ain't known for kidnapping blondes, are ya?
Cut the bullshit and start talking, Osborn? Or would you rather have this little chat with Snow's angry, feral husband.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 11:33 pm
*his left eye twitches as he grows from annoyed to livid.*
How dare you presume to talk down to me, you worthless little maggot?! Your "evidence" is a farce! You're jealous that I'm sporting your old badge, and you're looking for something on me! Try hard enough, and you could connect nearly ANYONE to the situation.
As for who I'd rather deal with on the subject... None of the above.
*his right hand darts up from under the table, slamming an object resembling a Pumpkin Bomb on the table. It immediately fills the booth and surrounding area with a thick, noxious smoke, blinding Fury and causing him to start coughing. Norman slips away, leaving the Bistro.*
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 11:37 pm
*blindly fires a couple shots at where Osborn was sitting as the smoke blinds him and creeps into his lungs, causing a fit of coughing. When the smoke clears, all he sees is an empty booth with two smoldering bullet holes in its leather upholstery.*
Damn.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 8:31 am
*Wanders in with Timmy.*
You see, Tim. I SHOULD be working on this mystery thing. But the fact is it’s only hurting people I hate anyway.
“No incentive to help people you don’t like, Mr. Lex?”
Nope. None at all. Besides! If I focused on my detective work, I wouldn’t have time for all these experiments! So. How are you holding up? Do you still get nosebleeds when you use your telekinesis?
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 8:35 am
*walks in and takes a seat*
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 8:42 am
*Timmy makes faces at Cho.*
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 8:56 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 8:59 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 9:01 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 9:02 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 9:03 am
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