| ((Nah. She's a child genius. *Quickly edits post*))
"Well, it should in theory work. I can't say how; I'm not authorized. And in case it doesn't, some tech-weeny'll end up molecularly editing the substance. But I thought we were here to talk about something other than work."
Divinia smiled coyly as she finished her drink. The caffiene would keep keep her going for the night of work ahead.
Elsewhere...
It was like he lived his life here, in the training room. It was always the same forest, the same camp, the same everything. If he didn't change things up soon, he'd become a victim to monotony. A more modern situation would have suited his needs, but he stuck with a forest, as usual.
"Still... I need to keep up on the basics."
Three shots rang out, followed by bodies hitting the soft, leaf-covered, earthern ground.
"Scratch three... now where are the other two?"
Leo chambered another round in his simulated sniper rifle in the middle of a simulated forest in Earth's fall season, from years before the Nagalisk.
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"My word is my honor. My honor is my life."
-- Demonchild, Angelkin, the Blackest Seraph, the Final Warrior
"Cut down the Gods if they stand in you way."
-- Hagakure |