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Post by nintendonut1 on Nov 13, 2008 17:28:34 GMT -5
Fletcher spotted the clone, and then he figured it out. "...of course. The doppleganger power... I haven't seen it for myself, but..." He turned to the one he was facing before. "...Boyle. I remember Mort looking into that name. There's a bloody lot of mystery surrounding you. Lot of speculation whether you're the original or not."
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Post by 42zombies on Nov 13, 2008 17:31:17 GMT -5
"Let me clear up the mystery." Mik mocked. "I'm not. The original went missing one day when he sent me to school. I sure as hell don't know what happened to him, but each copy has its own life-- if he dies, I won't go with him. Maybe that cult thing got him." He shrugged thoughtfully. "If that's the case, I hope he died-- better than listening to the most annoying bunch of morons on the planet."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Nov 15, 2008 12:13:28 GMT -5
Fletcher's eyes narrowed. "I'm guessing the original wasn't as blunt as you are."
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Post by 42zombies on Nov 16, 2008 8:50:13 GMT -5
"Nope-- didn't exactly share the same ideas as me, either." Mik explained calmly. "I kinda picked them up in my philosophy class."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Nov 16, 2008 13:26:22 GMT -5
"I see." Fletcher remembered the task at hand. "Regardless, that gives you no right to trash this man's home." He glanced at Jeff. "...unless you know him, of course." He tried his best not to sound accusing or bias; best way to handle a situation he had no grounds on.
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Post by 42zombies on Nov 16, 2008 16:43:49 GMT -5
"I've never seen him in my life." Mik admitted dismissively. "But this wasn't an act of hatred or malevolence-- I'm doing this guy a favor!"
"A favor done incorrectly is no different from a crime." Jeff pointed out calmly. "I didn't ask you to destroy my home!"
"Oh, wise up!" Mik blurted. "Human beings don't need half the crap they make! This stuff stops us from thinking-- it clouds our brains with big-screen TVs, fast-food, what to TiVo... we're dumbing ourselves down and reading more gossip than gospel!"
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Post by nintendonut1 on Nov 19, 2008 0:35:42 GMT -5
"And senseless destruction is a step away from that?" Fletcher raised a brow. "Good luck; you can't hope to change everyone's lifestyle to fit your anarchist ideas."
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Post by 42zombies on Nov 19, 2008 15:47:30 GMT -5
Mik simply chuckled. "You'd be surprised how easy it would be for me and the Sons of Anarchy to rip the government a new one. Blow up a few major credit card companies, maybe crash the internet... wouldn't be too hard if we can find the technopath Super Child."
Jeff angrily let go of Mik. "You're insane!" He declared.
"Uh... technically, we're insane." The second Mik pointed out irritably. "Admittedly, I'm a diagnosed psychopath, but I'd never hurt anyone." The first Mik calmly announced. "I'm looking to save mankind, not destroy it."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Nov 19, 2008 16:12:22 GMT -5
"Of course you are," Fletcher muttered. "Well.... you can take your ideals elsewhere. It's pretty obvious this young man doesn't appreciate you defiling his home with your twisted ideals."
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Post by 42zombies on Nov 19, 2008 16:43:12 GMT -5
"Oh, so now they're twisted, are they?" A third Mik had appeared behind Fletcher. "Well, aren't we Mr. High-and-Mighty? Would you like some tea and crumpets, sir?"
"It looks like we're outnumbered..." Jeff murmured calmly. "Didn't you just say you don't want to hurt anyone?"
Mik shrugged. "Yeah. I don't." The two other Mik's each grabbed Jeff and Fletcher.
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Post by nintendonut1 on Nov 20, 2008 14:17:48 GMT -5
"URGH!" Fletcher threw a kick back to his Mik, and spun around, and in one tight movement, slid his gun into its holster, pulled out his knife, and swiped a good gash across his attacker's face.
Michiko! He thought nice and loud, hoping his psychic partner would pick up the message. Hurry! We need some assistance!
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Post by 42zombies on Nov 20, 2008 17:01:54 GMT -5
Jeff silently slammed his head into his Mik's face with surprising force before slamming him down on the ground by falling backwards. Jeff quickly stood up and ran out of the apartment.
"Huh." Mik chuckled. "Looks like he's scared. Oh, well-- not like I blame him." The two copies that had held Jeff and Fletcher captive vanished into dust. "But whatever. Break all you want, buddy--" five more Mik's appeared behind Fletcher. "We'll just make more."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Nov 21, 2008 1:19:35 GMT -5
Fletcher flinched, backing up slowly...
...before a blast of psychic energy hit one, a series of small sharp bones pin another to a wall, and the rest be blasted with electric power.
Fletcher sighed. "Took your sweet time."
"Best to make entrances dramatic, right?" Matilde grinned, her, Michiko, and Perceval flanking him at the sides.
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Post by 42zombies on Nov 21, 2008 11:07:29 GMT -5
Mik grimaced. "Oh, so you've got a few buddies. Where's the older Brittish dude?" He quickly created as many more Mik's as he could fit into the tiny apartment. "I saw him outside. He a friend of yours?"
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Post by nintendonut1 on Nov 22, 2008 12:27:56 GMT -5
"Older British...?" Fletcher straightened up in realization. "Did he had sleek black hair and a scar on his face?"
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