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  1. "Sure I can juggle a little but I'm not exactly a performance artist." He said with a rub of his neck. "How hard should I be trying? I've never really tried to do either of those things before." He asked as he examined his surroundings for something to experiment with, eyes at last settling on the space plane and walking under it and kicking off his shoes and pulling off his socks to stand with his hands against the hull and his feet on the concrete of the floor. "Here goes nothing!" And with that his hands and feet began to glow with steadily advancing towards his core and beginning to compete over the core in a mashup of overriding lines and metallic creaks and concrete grinding as they attempted to harmonise.
  2. "It's why I go out on patrols, keep in touch with whats going on." He explained as he set his motorcycle up out of the way. He neglected to mention the rift his powers had caused between himself and his brother, but that was really more of a personal issue he had. "Sweet space plane...deluxe edition skin on it too!" He joked as he removed his leather jacket and draped it over the bike along with his gloves. "Suppose that depends on you dok, what do ya need to know?" He asked as he loosed himself up by hoping from one foot to another and shaking out his limbs and joints in a slight warm up. "You need help with anything?"
  3. "Well that could be cute or horrifying." Facsimile mumbled as he touched his fingers to his belt and transformed from an engine to a solid steel figure "hope they're more jumping spider and less nightmare nope spider." He shifted his stance slightly as they drew closer, less of a relaxed and upright walk and more of a battle ready coil as he kept his eyes on as much around him as he could. "I'm guessing these things are pure instinct if they're just attacking whatever sets them off? "
  4. Facsimile was quite impressed all in all from what rambling he'd caught about it from one of his more talkative tech head friends they were extremely complicated mathematically and hand all kinda variables for what they did. He didnt let it trouble him however and simply rolled his bike and himself through and into the hanger. "It's nice, quiet and secluded, I'd be lying if I said I didn't occasionally look for somewhere like this to just...exist you know? Nevada desert at night, Artic circle, top of everrest and the upper stratosphere, even went to deep space by accident once, caught a photon instead of a oxygen atom and shot myself through that wormhole the praetorians are sat on." He recounted his trip to the planet of the tiny equine beings quite fondly even if he had spent most of it fighting a killer robot. "You looking to find some peace among the stars?"
  5. Facsimile took the doktors hand once more this time firmly and confidently, the inadvertent mimicry had been bay so far after all and he'd come to something of an arangement. "Not really, I've got feeds n' contacts and Live news apps up the wahoo, if something happens..plus." He began as he set his smartphone on the table and touched his fingers to the touch screen letting it creep up his fingers a little, turning them to illuminated shockproof glass. "I can always tap in to the network directly...lots of unsecured Bluetooth stuff out there...even some budget security cams and you won't believe how many crooks now a day leave the GPS on their phone."
  6. "Dunno if I'd wanna copy other folks to be honest I'd just be a cheap knock-off of what they can do." He commented as he looked down at the cards. "The folks at ASTRO are well intentioned but they're kinda....fast and loose with their stuff." He mentioned as he looked at the cards "ArcheTech I don't know much about but I'm pretty sure they'd politely refuse...they're uh....big on PR and damage control at the moment..." He leaned back into a comfortable but upright sitting position. "And you.... Doktor, I have only just met but I have a feeling your sincere in your words and deeds so I'd be happy to work with you to figure this out."
  7. "Wouldn't that like mess up the economy though? I mean making stuff like that?" Facsimile whispered in a hushed tone as he looked around nervously. "I mean someone might also get like...greedy and try to..mine me." He gulped a little at the memory of the ghost work blacksite flashing through his mind. "Im not sure what the cut off is exactly but I don't seem to be able to do living things....wooden furniture's fine; cotton and wool too but a living tree wouldn't copy over....couldn't say for blood or the like."
  8. "Haha sure is!" Facsimile responded slapping his stomach gently in approval as he reclined against the seat a little more, wiggling a little to get comfortable. "Dave's a heck of cook huh? Uh dietary requirements aside mind you." Leaning forwards again and moving his crockery to one side he placed his hands on the table. "So where were we? Ah yeah I was pondering about if I'd be spraying giblets and throwing meatballs if things turned back to flesh and blood when I did." He chuckled perturbed at the thought.
  9. "Well like I said doc I ain't never taken more than chip damage." He began as he helped himself to his fries.hungrily. "I hear ya! More about that sodium myself." He responded mirthfuly. As he watched the doc adding his secret sauce and sprinkles to the meal. "I guess if you count some of the displacement from when I'm liquid or particulate stuff...get chunks blown out of me...I guess throwing fireballs when im made of fire also doesn't deplete my personal mass either....be weird if It did transform back and there were..well let's not whilst we're eating eh? " He caught himself before he went too far and decided to instead fill his mouth with delicious chocolate milkshake.
  10. "I'm not sure really, never been that hurt before...if I had to guess it's got something to do with how I transform, Steal or shed what I need to change my atoms or mess with my mass and volume. I just return to the state I was in before physically...not like a healing factor or anything...like if I was stone and smashed my fingers off on something and turned back...I'd have fingers but they'd hurt like all heck." He hummed as he examined his hand "if you like we can go give it a go someplace else after this." "I guess my last question is....why do you want to know all this?"
  11. "Ah well that's awful nice of you! I try to do my best for folks around here but I'm mostly limited to taking care of super thugs and their lackies." He commented rather excited by the prospect of more civic improvement in southside. "And uh...it's weird! If it's broken off whilst I'm transformed it stays transformed...had my legs chopped at by a magic machete whilst I was massive and made of marble but when I was forced out it...the marble chunks that came off stayed marble...but I didn't have any scars...then again...it hurt like heck still." His head snapped to the side as he sniffed the air slightly "Looks like dinners on its way....one more round before we eat then; what are you planning to do next?"
  12. To be fair it was a extremely personal question and he hadn't expected as much of an answer as he had gotten, the details were largely unimportant to him it was the honesty that he had been looking for and emission of details was fair enough. "That and so much more...I've been complex machinery, raw energy...accidentally an interdimensional black hole thing that nearly collapsed space time when I copied ASTRO's doorway device." Perhaps it would offer some comfort to the Doktor to hear of his own brush with unintentiobal universal destruction. "We figure that last one was because when I became interdimensional all the infinite Alternate me's overlapped and started to concentrate into a single point of infinite pandimensional mass...fortunately I got snapped out of it before we could finish converging and fall through spacetime like rice paper." He of course didn't remember it at all, one of the first attempts to snap him out of it had been psionic memory wipe. "So next question for me huh? What were you doing around southside?"
  13. For his part facsimile opted for his usual double bacon cheese burger, large fries and a shake sparing a moment to have some light conversation with the waitress as he formulated his answer to Archeville. "Well, from what I can gather I was born with the ability but it's been dormant for most of my life." He ventured as he tried to recall various scans both Claremont and the praetorians had put him through at his request. "It first kicked in when I was Interning on a construction yard, a girder fell and was gonna smoosh me...so I cover my head with my arms and screw my eyes shut." Making the gesture for emphasis "there comes an all mighty clang and when I open em I'm made of steel with a girder wrapped around my forearms...I peel it off and honestly a Lil bit in shock run home clanging all the way heh." Now came his turn and there was only really one thing he could ask for his first question. "Where have your been since uh...things went south?"
  14. "Oh uh...well I don't exactly know everything myself but...I guess there's no harm in telling you what I know about what I can do." It wouldn't be fair after all to judge someone for their past mistakes...especially since he's nearly inadvertently destroyed reality very recently. "I guess you know the basics already...let's do a back and forth thing, you ask me one and I'll ask you one."
  15. Moon moth flapped his antenna in irritaton as he broke his spell back down to harmless energies, tiny prismatic sparkles sprinkling from their thick white fur and twinkling out of existence as they fell like shooting stars. "Very wells...." moon moth huffed as he turned his attention to other things happening around him curiously trying to get a better understanding of events as they were unfolding.
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