I'm going through stuff and finding things that aren't likely to be used soon, if at all. Some of them are amusing or revealing enough that I'd like to share them, so... have some fragments. 
I'll add to this as I continue sorting and organizing my 800+ files of notes and random documents.
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"I call it Terrencium-239," Katy said proudly, eyes shining, as they watched another wave of deadly radiation blasts hammer at the unyielding surface of her latest creation.
"Terrencium?" Eva raised an eyebrow, while next to her, Terrence Knight fidgeted uncomfortably.
"It's based off a theoretical model I developed after seeing the latest scans of Terr in action," Katy said. "Two-three-nine is the revision number. I'm really proud of this batch. Two-three-eight was... explosive."
Eva and Terr both took a step back from the observation window.
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She had to finish the job. Kill Leon McNichol.
The door slammed back open, and the gleaming form of MACH-II plowed through. Behind him, the catgirl struggled to get through, spitting mad and trying to squeeze past his immense body, which stood blocking the doorway.
"THIS UNIT IS RESPONDING TO A DISTRESS BEACON!" it thundered. "DO NOT INTERFERE."
"Override!" Naoko snapped. "Authorize my voiceprint: 'Prometheus'. Acknowledge!"
MACH cocked his head, staring at her -- almost thoughtfully, she would have said, if it hadn't been a Crey medic-bot.
"UNDERSTOOD," MACH said at last.
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"I really do appreciate your help, Sylia," Leon noted as Sylia dropped the bag into a drawer behind the counter. "Perhaps I could take you to dinner tonight to express my thanks?"
Sylia shook her head, a small smile on her face. "Thank you, but I'm afraid I already have plans."
"Well, tomorrow night, then."
A quiet throat-clearing got his attention. He turned his head to see Priss leaning against the frame in the archway leading to the back of the store. "She's with me, Leon," the singer noted good-naturedly.
Leon winced. "Oh."
Sylia covered a laugh with her hand.
"Well, Nene said you were with someone," Leon noted as he tried to gather the tattered remnants of his suave image, "but she never told me who."
"Well, now you know." Priss was grinning.
"I'll, ah, just be on my way, then," Leon said.
"Goodbye, Leon," Sylia said with amusement in her tone.
"Shoo!" Priss added.
Leon fled.
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--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs
I'll add to this as I continue sorting and organizing my 800+ files of notes and random documents.
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"I call it Terrencium-239," Katy said proudly, eyes shining, as they watched another wave of deadly radiation blasts hammer at the unyielding surface of her latest creation.
"Terrencium?" Eva raised an eyebrow, while next to her, Terrence Knight fidgeted uncomfortably.
"It's based off a theoretical model I developed after seeing the latest scans of Terr in action," Katy said. "Two-three-nine is the revision number. I'm really proud of this batch. Two-three-eight was... explosive."
Eva and Terr both took a step back from the observation window.
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She had to finish the job. Kill Leon McNichol.
The door slammed back open, and the gleaming form of MACH-II plowed through. Behind him, the catgirl struggled to get through, spitting mad and trying to squeeze past his immense body, which stood blocking the doorway.
"THIS UNIT IS RESPONDING TO A DISTRESS BEACON!" it thundered. "DO NOT INTERFERE."
"Override!" Naoko snapped. "Authorize my voiceprint: 'Prometheus'. Acknowledge!"
MACH cocked his head, staring at her -- almost thoughtfully, she would have said, if it hadn't been a Crey medic-bot.
"UNDERSTOOD," MACH said at last.
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"I really do appreciate your help, Sylia," Leon noted as Sylia dropped the bag into a drawer behind the counter. "Perhaps I could take you to dinner tonight to express my thanks?"
Sylia shook her head, a small smile on her face. "Thank you, but I'm afraid I already have plans."
"Well, tomorrow night, then."
A quiet throat-clearing got his attention. He turned his head to see Priss leaning against the frame in the archway leading to the back of the store. "She's with me, Leon," the singer noted good-naturedly.
Leon winced. "Oh."
Sylia covered a laugh with her hand.
"Well, Nene said you were with someone," Leon noted as he tried to gather the tattered remnants of his suave image, "but she never told me who."
"Well, now you know." Priss was grinning.
"I'll, ah, just be on my way, then," Leon said.
"Goodbye, Leon," Sylia said with amusement in her tone.
"Shoo!" Priss added.
Leon fled.
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--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs