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[And that?

Is the sound of Mike's hand hitting the table again.

AKA THE SOUND OF VICTORY]

So maybe now is a good time to tell you about the super strength and anime fighting powers.

[fullmeasure]

[are you fucking kidding me

He yanks his hand back. He should've known this is what it was leading too. Damn lawyer and his damn games]

You couldn't have just said that? And what the hell is an anime?

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[Saul had to. After all those limb-breaking threats, this was necessary.

He grins.]

Japanese cartoons. That part's neither here nor there — my point is, I've been training with this pink-haired kid, and now I can do things that I really shouldn't be able to do. And Jesse, his power is that he can remove powers and then dole 'em out, so when he said he was "giving" us regeneration...

[He pauses for a moment, looking at his hand.]

I've yet to test it, but it's probably exactly what it sounds like.

[fullmeasure]

[well. That explained that, at least. He almost wanted to test it on himself, but then again, he wasn't stupid. Instead, he reaches for his coffee after giving Saul one last, dirty look]

I could test it by breaking your legs. [but threatening Saul? That was always fair game]

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You got a thing for my legs, Mike?

[Saul's not afraid to be a little shit anymore!

Isn't it wonderful!]

[fullmeasure]

[he doesn't say anything, but no, that wasn't the last dirty look before. But this one's coming from behind a coffee mug]

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[He missed you so much, Mike!!!!!!]

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[this is not how you show someone you missed them Saul!!!!!]

Are you done?

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[YES IT IS!!!!!!

If Mike is asking whether Saul is done grinning or not, the answer is no.]

Maybe?

[fullmeasure]

Uh huh.

[goddammit Saul]

So the kid can give super powers and you have super powers. Wonderful.

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Isn't it?

[He thinks it is.

Then, a thought:] Hey, are they still making people choose a weapon when they show up?

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[Mike raises an eyebrow, but leans to the side and pulls his gun out, setting it on the table]

They let me choose one.

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[WHOA, MIKE. EASY. Saul scoots his chair back immediately, looking a little alarmed.

The powers have only done so much for his bravery, see.

He casts a worried glance around, then pushes the gun back toward Mike.]

Would you put that away? God. I wasn't asking for show and tell.

[fullmeasure]

[okay now that's better.

Mike barely resists a grin, but does as he's asked]

The safety was on, Saul.

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Yeah, great.

[He rolls his eyes.

Whatever, Mike.]

Be careful with that thing. The Initiative can't bring people back from the dead like they used to.

[fullmeasure]

You're telling me to be careful with a gun?

[Saul pls]

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No offense.

[He's just saying...]

Anyway, how're you doing? Settling in alright?

[fullmeasure]

[what a loaded question. Mike answers the best way he knows how: deadpan sarcasm]

Well, I went from being shot and dying to being on a moon base in the future. All things considered, I think I'm doing as well as can be expected.

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[Yeah, that was dumb. He'll look appropriately sheepish, okay?]

Right, right. Who've you talked to so far?

[fullmeasure]

[ask a dumb question . . . ]

A bunch of kids, mostly. They all looked at me like they've never met someone over the age of forty.

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You remember any names?

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Ellie, Celestia Ludenberg, Seras Victoria, Stan, who's taking care of a little girl named Peace, and Anne Boleyn.

[of course he remembers names]

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[Ah, now there's a list. Saul smiles.]

Stan and Anne are friends of mine. Clients, too.

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[why isn't he surprised]

They're a little different from your usual clients.

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You make do with what you have.