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[di_incendio]

[Axel is digging through a pile of... something, down on the heap. Who knows what he's even LOOKING for? Still, he's not wearing his standard-issue organizaton coat, instead just a black t-shirt, black pants, black boots... and a yellow hard hat]

[he seems to be minding his own business, when a gruff voice calls out]

HEY! What are you doing down here

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[houndofmegatron]

...Heh. Elegant solution.

[di_incendio]

why thank you.

[houndofmegatron]

I wasn't aware that was a capability many organics possessed.

[di_incendio]

Magic is relatively normal where I'm from.

[houndofmegatron]

.....

Magic.

[di_incendio]

[waggles his fingers]

Magic~

[houndofmegatron]

If you hadn't provided so neat a demonstration, I'd think your organic little processor was malfunctioning. As it is...

[di_incendio]

Brain. I've got a brain, not a processor.

And that's exactly what it's called where I'm from.

[houndofmegatron]

Same function, ultimately.