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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 12:51 pm
and you're sure it won't hurt him?
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 12:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 12:54 pm
::Lois nods::
the uh...
Kryptonite
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 1:00 pm
::blinks a couple times::
You mean SUPERMAN.
No, not enough needed to cause anyone weak to kryptonite any harm. Just an implanted hypnotic suggestion...
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 1:05 pm
::Lois brushes a stray strand of hair out of her eyes nervously::
Alright. Good. I.. I'm not sure how I can thank you for this properly, Piper. sweatdrop
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 1:07 pm
Believe me, building this is it's own reward for me. I-
::looks up::
I hear you. I have to go.
::turns and walks out::
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 1:08 pm
Hmm... odd.
::Lois shrugs::
Looks like I've got a task ahead of me..
::heads out::
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 6:42 pm
♪♫♪♫♬ ♫♫ ♪♪♪ ♫ ♬♬ ♪♪ ♫ ♬♬♪♪ ♫ ♬♬♪♪ ♫ ♬♬♬ ♪♪♪ ♫ ♬♬♬ ♪♪♫♬ ♫♪♪ ♫ ♬♬♫ ♪
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 6:46 pm
::Lois wanders in, looking forlorn::
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 6:50 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 6:53 pm
Hey, Piper. How's it going tonight? I got... "it". neutral
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 6:55 pm
FanTAStic. Let's have a look.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 6:58 pm
::Lois carefully extracts the lead-lined box and takes out a ring adorned with a small green-K stone. It glows eerily::
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 6:59 pm
Good. Grand. Absolutely perfect.
::picks up the ring and holds it up, admiring the glow::
This will destroy the ring, you know. I'll be milling it into a coating for the speaker on the musicbox.
::Reaches into his cape and pulls out a small cloth bag, holding it out to Lois::
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 7:03 pm
::Lois nods and quickly drops the ring into the the sack Piper is holding. She's strangely silent::
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