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[gravityfists]

Okay. The Queen's latest mess has been cleaned up. Nobody's dead. Some of us have medals. [ Not that Batgirl got a medal, despite nearly being eaten by half a dozen vampire plants. Vampants? Planpires? Lame. This is why they should've been Frankenplants. ] That's fantastic. Seriously, thanks to everyone who helped out through healing, fighting, and

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[border_phantasm]

Oh, now don't be like that. You couldn't have possibly prevented this.

[gravityfists]

Not unless I'd developed a flair for arson and a hatred for pretty pink flowers.

[border_phantasm]

Exactly. Who wants to be like that?

[gravityfists]

Probably a worrying number of people, actually.

[border_phantasm]

Really now.

[gravityfists]

I once met a guy with competitively-priced blood. Unsurprisingly, he called himself Diesel.

[border_phantasm]

Oil as blood?

Was he human?

[gravityfists]

More or less? I mean, I never got to meet the guy, but the news reports just said he was a meta. Definitely not an alien, anyway.

[border_phantasm]

"Meta". Odd word.

I must confess, you have told me something that lies outside my experience.