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[futureisblind]

I am Destiny.

And I know all of you.

*And he speaks in boldface, which is kind of creepy, except that was just his typist pointing it out.*

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[cannon_fanatic]

I'll take your word for it.

[futureisblind]

You should. It is ill-advised to take anyone else's on such matters, Ron Weasley.

[cannon_fanatic]

That's generally what people call me, yeah.

[futureisblind]

You are a clever lad.

Typist: Des already creeps me out.

[strictly_susan]

You're not impressing anyone, you know. I know who everyone is, too, but I don't go getting all mystic about it.

[futureisblind]

I am naturally like this. And for that I do apologise.

[roadkill_god]

*flies in and transforms*

*looks at Destiny curiously*

[futureisblind]

*cocks his head to the side a bit, mimicking a bird, despite not seeing*

Hello, Horus.

[roadkill_god]

*mimics the tilt of Destiny's head*

...Hello...

[futureisblind]

How are the thermals?

*If he needs to, Destiny can make conversation. It just takes the right kinds.*

[permanent_blur]

*trying to read over destiny's shoulder* well, that's nice. do we all know you, too, then?

[futureisblind]

Yes.

But it will take you a long time to figure it out.

I wish I could help it to be easier.

*The book has no words, and no real pictures -- and it probably gives Ros a headache, at any rate.*

[permanent_blur]

*backs up a bit and shakes his head, rather dizzy* oh, i -- i wouldn't worry too much about it, if i were you. most things do -- take a long time, i mean. for me, i mean. to figure out. i mean ... *pauses* it's very kind of you, though.

[futureisblind]

It is my function.

*There is a smile in his empty eyes, somehow.*

I always liked you, Rosencrantz. I am sorry I could not serve you more kindly.

[illgotten]

[/sock, because he's incapacitated anyway]

OMG DESTINY <33333333

[futureisblind]

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Typist: I don't think he speaks fangirl. that may be the only language he hasn't got covered. Or maybe he thinks you're speaking Punctuation.