[It's late, and very much past curfew. Despite her temporary roommate being sound asleep in their own room, Violet closes the door of the suite as quietly as she possibly can. She can't afford waking anyone up right now, whether it be a fellow student or a teacher. She then walks down the hallway towards Syndrome's room, with a small flashlight in
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It started with those two bitches taking his tablet. He'd caused a fuss, initially, but was far, far too close with his latest breakthrough to show his hand to the rest of the school just yet. Because if he would have went after them--he would have killed one of them. Probably Violet. Because it would have stung for other people more.
But that would have spoiled everything he was working towards. So he refrained.
And then the Mist went away, and for a brief moment Syndrome thought that everything was shot to shit. That most definitely was not a good time for him to be around other people--but if anyone would have managed to get into his lab, they would see board after board of scribbled thoughts and ideas. Not to mention a lot of curse words.
Now, though--now? The Mist was back, and so amazingly back that Syndrome was practically giddy with excitement. Something was happening, and it was big, and he was not as ready as he should be. The Mist brought out feelings in him, too--memories and ( ... )
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When the door finally opens, that small part is pretty much gone. Trust Syndrome to make a smile more terrifying and threatening than any snarl. She would rather have a zero-point energy glove pointed at her head instead of just standing there and looking down at her with that damn smile. At least then she wouldn't have to deal with all this condescending, false pretense shit.
She bristles when he calls her by her monicker--the one she chose herself and meant to keep a secret until the time was right. Now he uses it to belittle her. This angers her enough to glare at him.]
Don't call me that. And I'm not trying to break in. Doing the exact opposite, actually.
[Still standing right outside the doorway, ( ... )
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Have I?
Here's a better question--find anything interesting in there? I can only imagine, after holding on to stolen property for so long, that you'd at least have managed to crack it by now.
You are supposed to be the smart one, right?
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Supposedly. That doesn't mean I'm a grade-A hacker or anything. I'm better with history and people than computers.
But I do know that you have research on here about the Black Mist, and I'm guess some of it deals with stopping the Mist. Am I right?
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