11-15-2017, 09:47 PM
"I'm not sure we would, really."
Ned might make the attempt to stand but there is a weariness happening. The body can only take some much exertion across multiple spectrums of 'I'm Fine!' 'We're fucked!' 'I'm fine!' 'Owie!' before some internal system says it is time to shut down. Ned had gotten a power nap in but the nerves and the need to do something and be something were powerful in the Orphan. In every Mage, really.
"Doc's secretive. Protectively secretive. The worst sort of secretive because he thinks he's doing us a favour. Really, half the time he'll go off and do something that says 'I'm fixing things' and we're just sort of sitting around waiting for either the Fallout or the Fix. Usually one of those. Sometimes, both. The point is, he just does. Kinda like the Cabal's creed actually. Also a Nike commercial now that I think about it..." Ned was fond of tangents.
"The point is, No one really plans to kill someone without there being an agenda there and I doubt you're malicious enough to have waited this long to want to kill the Doc. That doesn't excuse the possibility of you having enemies, friends, frenemies, enemends, old lovers with jealousy streaks, new lovers with jealousy streaks, past tense time traveling space mongos looking to turn you and anyone near you into an experiment or parental figures with nuclear capability. You're not planning it? Doesn't mean it can't happen." He taps the floorboards gently, eyes falling back into the book in his lap as if he just remembered he had been reading before passing out.
"So I suppose the first question is, can you think of any particular reason or circumstance the Doc might have to fear for his life/existence/sanity in associating with you or being around you?"
Ned might make the attempt to stand but there is a weariness happening. The body can only take some much exertion across multiple spectrums of 'I'm Fine!' 'We're fucked!' 'I'm fine!' 'Owie!' before some internal system says it is time to shut down. Ned had gotten a power nap in but the nerves and the need to do something and be something were powerful in the Orphan. In every Mage, really.
"Doc's secretive. Protectively secretive. The worst sort of secretive because he thinks he's doing us a favour. Really, half the time he'll go off and do something that says 'I'm fixing things' and we're just sort of sitting around waiting for either the Fallout or the Fix. Usually one of those. Sometimes, both. The point is, he just does. Kinda like the Cabal's creed actually. Also a Nike commercial now that I think about it..." Ned was fond of tangents.
"The point is, No one really plans to kill someone without there being an agenda there and I doubt you're malicious enough to have waited this long to want to kill the Doc. That doesn't excuse the possibility of you having enemies, friends, frenemies, enemends, old lovers with jealousy streaks, new lovers with jealousy streaks, past tense time traveling space mongos looking to turn you and anyone near you into an experiment or parental figures with nuclear capability. You're not planning it? Doesn't mean it can't happen." He taps the floorboards gently, eyes falling back into the book in his lap as if he just remembered he had been reading before passing out.
"So I suppose the first question is, can you think of any particular reason or circumstance the Doc might have to fear for his life/existence/sanity in associating with you or being around you?"