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Post by zenniel on Dec 3, 2008 10:53:33 GMT -5
Lori sat where she was, looking from the cracking up Brennan to the immensely angry Lance. She couldn’t help but crack up. Weren’t girls supposed to get mad like that, not guys? It seemed Lance was on the verge of going supernova. Lori certainly didn’t want to be around when he did that, but her dratted powers did nothing to get her away from situations quickly.
What else could Lori do but sit and laugh silently? There was, truthfully, nothing much else she could do. Lance had, so far, been asking questions that Brennan had answered. Lori was at ease, knowing she didn’t want to answer any more questions but also knowing that this would not get over unless she did, in fact, answer questions. Lori crossed her legs, her smile still evident on her face, but slowly it erased and she sat, staring at Lance, her face the expression of solitude.
It wasn’t hard to get was Lance meant when he threw the look at Lori. In fact, Lori hadn’t even wanted to tell Brennan of Lance’s power in the first place: she wasn’t that dumb. If Brennan knew the powers of Lance, not to mention Lori’s power, then the heroes would know two powers that were previously hidden. ‘My wouldn’t Angela love that.’ Lori thought not at all smugly. She dreaded Angela knowing her power, much less the runt of a hero Brennan Sands.
“Fine.” Lori said after Brennan’s fiasco with the typical psychiatrist question. “Why.” After a brief moment of silence, Lori said, “It will help the opposite side. We both know Angela would love to get her hands on the information that I have a power.” Brennan gawked, “I don’t even like Angela! I haven’t even met her! I only know her from a colleague of mine, the name of which I am not telling.” Lori made a sound in her throat too light for Lance to hear, but Brennan did, and he looked at her funny. “Yeah, that’s what they all say, Mr. Sands.”
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Post by lance on Dec 3, 2008 21:34:30 GMT -5
Lance tempted not to glare at the two in front of him. They were seriously turning a good day into a bad one. Where was a bottle of scotch when you needed one? Lance rubbed his forehead, trying to prevent a migraine. He was seriously starting to rethink his career choice. That or blow his cover by blowing up the place.
At the mention of Arthur's abilities being greater than his own, Lance had to suppress a shudder. He didn't want to let Brennan know that he definitely feared Arthur at times. He was the only man capable taking away his power, his strength, and Lance did not want to return to being a weak little boy again. It was for that reason Lance respected and worked for Arthur.
He listened to Brennan call them villains and tried to play it off. "Now just because I'm a psychiatrist doesn't make me a villain. And not all therapists ask how you feel. That's just stereotyping. And the only reason I'm here is because I'm being paid to work out problems that occur between the workers. That's why you two are here instead of my usual office." he turned to Lori after her little fit.
"Well it's obvious you have some issues with Angela." Lance hadn't personally met Angela, but from what he heard, the woman wanted too much for one person to have. "Care to share?" Lance asked retorically, knowing full well Lori wouldn't even try to tell them anything.
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Post by brennan on Dec 3, 2008 22:33:39 GMT -5
Brennan was starting to get annoyed. Psychiatrists were all the same, and, sticking with that thought, Lance Fox was no different. It wasn't hard to tell that he was a villain, for all he said he wasn't. And it wasn't hard to tell that Lance Fox, psychiatrist extraordinair, was loosing his patience with the two. Brennan liked that, since he liked getting on any person's mad side that he didn't like. This included, but was not limited to, doctors (any kind), nurses, FBI agents, scientists that studied dead people, psychiatrists, people who dressed up in costumes and wandered street corners flipping signs, dead people, and villains. Fox definitely fit into two of those categories: Villains and psychiatrists. Even Lori fell into two of those categories: Villains and FBI.
Brennan listened to what Fox said, but didn’t really take anything in. In fact, he hadn’t really been taking anything in in the first place. He reckoned that the more he didn’t hear the better he would be. He also reckoned that every single word that he did hear from Fox, he would lose another couple thousand brain cells. He rather liked his brain, so he decided not to listen, not that he had been in the first place. Brennan was really getting bored. When Lance wasn’t looking at him he made a funny face, trying not to move as much as possible so that Lance wouldn’t know what he was doing.
Suddenly, like a life-saver, Brennan’s cell phone rang. “Oh!” He said, fishing the cell phone from his pocket. He looked at the name. Niki. It was important, extremely so, and that meant he could end whatever it was he was doing here—and now. “Sorry, this was fun and all, but this call is extremely important.” He flipped open his phone and said, “Hello? Yeah, I’m fine. I am on my way now.” He cast a glance at Lance and mouthed ‘work’ even though it wasn’t entirely true. “I’ll be there in a minute.” He closed the phone, and almost jumped for joy. “Gotta go, be not seeing you.”
Brennan Sands left the psychiatrists office, hoping never to come back.
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Post by zenniel on Dec 3, 2008 22:34:03 GMT -5
Lori listened to what Lance had said and frowned. “Issues with Angela? What self respecting villain doesn’t have issues with that snake?” But she left it at that. She would not delve any deeper into her personal life even if it hurt her. She knew perfectly well that Lance could hurt her, but she didn’t care, and he wouldn’t use his powers against his patient and a fellow villain. Lori knew Lance was a villain, even if Brennan didn’t. Lori sat there uncomfortably.
Then a cell phone rang. Wasn’t there a rule about not having a cell phone on while doing whatever this was called? The ring was a load of crap, some sort of ringtone saying ‘duuh, stupid, pick up,’ but right there Lori felt a lifeline being handed to her. She stood up with Brennan, and grinned. When he finished explaining why he had to go—a load of rubbish if you asked Lori—Lori said, “And you can’t interrogate us when there’s only one of us.” She faded to invisibility, disappearing from Lance’s sight. Lori left right after Brennan, thinking that the meeting had gone quite well, for all she didn’t listen.
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Post by lance on Dec 3, 2008 22:47:53 GMT -5
Lance stared after the two as the left, one through the front door, the other going invisible on him. Great. Just typical. "I should really ban cell phones." Lance said. Sighing, Lance leaned back in his chair, putting his feet on the desk. He pulled out his comic. "Might as well finish reading. Got to get something done today." he muttered to himself. Lance had yet to realize his clenched fist was glowing brightly. His door opened a his secretary came strolling in. Her annoying gum chewing and loud music disturbing him.
"Mr. Fox. I need to take off for the rest of the afternoo-"
She never got to finish her sentence. Never disturb a peeved off psychiatrist with super-solar-hand blast powers when he's trying to read. He picked up his phone. "I can I get a janitor to clean up the smoldering pile of ash in my office. Oh, and I need a new secretary. The old one took a leave of permanent absence."
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