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[bearswitness]

Someone come, and fix, this for, me. Anyone who, knows their, way around, a netbook. It's getting, ridiculous.

Now did, that business, with the, bombs off, anyone I'm, afraid to, get my, hopes up, about it.

Ugh ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,.


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[bearswitness]

[ Oh. Well then. He looks at her a little more carefully, pulling out the pad to write again when he's done. ]

I'm not. And as for you, then what are you?

[lastisocorn]

[she unhooks the identity disk lodged into her back and shakes it to life; an electric buzz lights up around the disc's circumference.] A program. That's how I fixed your netbook so quickly.

[bearswitness]

[ Huh. Well, now that he knows she's not human, he's actually a little interested. He sits forward, reaches to touch that weirdo disc thing, and flicks a glance at her to see if that's... horribly taboo, or anything. ]

[lastisocorn]

[she pulls it back, not because of a taboo, but because an activated disc is quite sharp.] Be careful. We use our identity discs as weapons. Here.

[another click, and the light fades; she sets the disc flat on both of her palms, holding it out. It still hums softly, but it's not nearly as dangerous now.]

[bearswitness]

[ Hah, people being worried for his safety. That's always funny. He rolls his eyes, but waits, and reaches to touch it when it's apparently deemed safe. He glances up with a brow cocked afterward, like he'd been expecting something more... interesting. ]

[lastisocorn]

[once he touches it, a series of digitally projected images pops up over the disc; they switch too rapidly to be comprehensible, and some of them are in a strange helix-like code, similar to very complex DNA. Quorra presses something else on the disc, causing the projections to end.]

My memories.

[bearswitness]

[ well!!! scratch that about the disinterest, he's watching the projections with no particular expression. Which, by virtue of not being a frown, is as good as a look of pleased interest on him. Magic, he assumes. He's seen plenty of magic before, and knows it must have some kind of use.

Out comes the notepad again: ] Of what?