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[Roy clasps Dr. Marcoh's hand, the Philosopher's Stone warm between their palms.
Suddenly, that warmth is gone, and he has to close his hand quickly to keep from dropping the stone.]
Dr. Marcoh?
[He stands carefully. Did the seat beneath him change? Was there something different about the floor?]
Dr. Marcoh!
[He reaches his
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I'm afraid there's no doctors going by either name here.
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[If he does, at least.]
What about you, any big things waiting back in your world?
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Maybe. I am...was... between jobs.
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[Even more, he would've said discharged if he wasn't pretending to be a musician. Who knows, maybe with having picked up the military tone since earlier, Roy could imagine that's what he meant.]
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We had a change in management. A lot of jobs are being shuffled around.
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[[Ack- afdskjl that icon. xD]]
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[I need more opportunities to use it]
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[[Hopefully more chances will come up. I also see these two always working to find out the truth behind what the other says. xD Yet they have personalities that could get along somewhat well.]]
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[lmao yes. Theirs will be a friendship consisting entirely of doublespeak and spying. And everyone else will be like "...paranoid motherfuckers."]
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[[Yes! Yet they'll know some very base things that will let them hang out together. Shared interests, and goals that don't conflict, which is a good start. Roy can/will probably be the first one to ruin the first alias of Eliot's Kenneth's.]]
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