[Inside
Yuriev's lab, there is a new resident fiddling with a small laboratory centrifuge.]
Honestly father, I'm surprised you're able to get any work completed with such antiquated equipment.
((Intro post! Feel free to be walking by, or to randomly get sucked in by camp. Because... why not? ALSO, please check out
this post if you haven't!))
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:: ALSO, SAFETY DISTANCE ::
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-- Right. You killed me. Not that it makes much difference, here. Although I could do without a few bullet holes in my uniform.
Oh, come Rubedo. Do you really think I would destroy you in a place where you would be revived?
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Does that sound like your idea of a good time, Rubedo?
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[Ohoho, feel the link reopening?]
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:: ... what do you want. ::
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[From you? Nothing.]
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[ What are you going to do here with dad, Citrine? ]
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[ My research coincides with his, if only slightly. The job title itself wasn't something I'd have normally accepted... but, given the circumstances... ]
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[ Job title? ]
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[ Psionic Mentality Specialist. At least it pays well. ]
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