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[cicatrize]

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[cicatrize]

So was poison in the syringe?

I didn't say who I'd use it on. Maybe I'll be a hero and save the whole camp, and then you'll owe me an apology.

[intelligencedesign]

Pretty much any chemical can be poison when used right. Dihydrogen monoxide itself is deadly in specific situations. I have no idea what was in that one syringe of interest. I use a lot of them.

And heroics with a body count are still killing. Will probably get you a manly hug. But counts.

[cicatrize]

Is there actually any kind of heroics without some kind of body count? Real heroics, not saving kittens from trees.

If you hug me, I will poison you.

[intelligencedesign]

Poison me after you just saved my life? That's cold, man. That's as frigid as the ice we are all slowly wasting away upon even as we type.

And point. Actually saving someone has a body count.

[intelligencedesign]

[THERE IS A PAUSE HERE BEFORE THE FINAL TEXT. Almost like he's debating sending it or something.]

Doesn't mean it's supposed to be easy.

[cicatrize]

I draw the line at unwanted physical affection. Also, poetic. Barely.

And saying it easily doesn't mean doing it is easy. "I will poison everyone in this camp and turn their corpses into confetti." Easier typed than done.

[cicatrize]

No one with power is a saint, but they aren't strictly serial killers either.

[cicatrize]

Well, not every time, at least.

[intelligencedesign]

First of all, where would you get the paper shredder durable enough? You'd owe mission command an unsexy number of favors on that one.

Two: the 'every time' part brings back the initial point.

[cicatrize]

They have something big enough to destroy planets. I think they can handle a human confetti maker.

It's a joke, dollmaker, calm down.

[intelligencedesign]

I'm not that concerned, prince-pop. If you wanted me dead there were the wolves there to get it done. I'm just making generally commentary.

If you're trying to play down the whole oddly okay with death via poison thing.

[cicatrize]

I could have left you there, panicking in the snow.

Or, you would have made an excellent distraction too. I could have shoved you out of the tree and made a run for it while they were mauling you.

[cicatrize]

I don't get points for hauling you up instead?

[intelligencedesign]

Okay, okay! I owe life and limb and sweater vest, I get it. Point remains.

[intelligencedesign]

If you're aiming for the whole 'my profile is full of lies, I'm no where near that level of psychopathy!' might wanna consider turning the whole 'poison yay' bit down from 11.

[cicatrize]

No, everything in my file is true. But my file doesn't say I murder without conscience. That was you.

[cicatrize]

But you must come from a precious little world if thinking poison is handy in a warzone, surrounded by people a lot worse than me, is such an appalling offense.

lalala I have patience

[intelligencedesign]

1: Have you?

2: You have a list?

LMAO NAH I WAS SLOW

[cicatrize]

1: Murdered, or murdered without conscience?

2: Well, I did have someone come a twitch away from snapping my neck a couple days ago, so, yeah, it's a work in progress.

[intelligencedesign]

Hey, we just met a cycle or so ago and I can tell you're not a member of the world's most charming personality club, most majestic friend of mine.

...and no numbers needed. That covers both of those conversation topics, all in all.

[cicatrize]

For the record, my charming personality didn't provoke it. Just my face. My eviler twin wasn't happy that he had to share.

I was a soldier. I killed people. [ you didn't specify what kind of murder so he's sticking to that ]

[intelligencedesign]

Your file doesn't mention twinsies.

[Topher has met Bucky. He was just too busy watching that metal arm and feeling mental pride at his superior programming skills to really notice the face thing.]

[cicatrize]

The one I have at home is fraternal and my sister. The one I found here seems to have my exact genetic code, so perhaps 'twin' isn't really that accurate.

[ Even indentical twins have differences. Aside from a small amount of age and the super soldier serum, they're copies of each other. ]

[intelligencedesign]

Twin? No. We're entering alternate version territory. You have an alternate version?

Why you?

[srsly. Topher wants one.]

[cicatrize]

He's not the same person and nothing about who we are is the same. Only genetics.

Maybe God just really likes this template. [ he is v pretty, jussayin. but no, in actuality, it freaks him the fuck out. there are some similarities between them otherwise, but even without that, the face they're copies bothers him enough, given that, in his world, coincidences like that don't just happen. God does not make mistakes. So 'why me' is basically his entire stance on it. ]