DAMIEN CATCHALL

[fleshedout]

GIVE ME A SHITPOST

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[fleshedout]

That extensive, huh.

[She's not surprised.]

Is it the type of place that has people to even replace the person who runs the whole thing?

[highrisk]

Probably. I assume it's kind of a hydra situation.

Agent Wadsworth is a bitch, but take her down and nothing changes.

[fleshedout]

[Hm. Bad.]

So you just have to kill the whole thing in one go?

[highrisk]

Then what replaces it? It's run by the government, they'll just make a new organization.

And I doubt the AM is the only one out there. It's just probably the best one there is.

[ which is. bad. ]

[fleshedout]

...

Could just kill the president.

[SHE SAYS THIS SO EXTREMELY SERIOUSLY]

[highrisk]

No.

[ MA'AM ]

[fleshedout]

Well, that was our plan was where I come from.

[ALSO SERIOUS????????]

[highrisk]

I, uh. Don't think it would really pan out for me.

I'm not cut out for killing.

[fleshedout]

That's good.

[She's sincere about it.]

It takes a certain kind of person to do that, after all.

[highrisk]

... Right.

[ haha. sincerity. ]

[fleshedout]

[THROWS SINCERITY IN THIS GRUMPY CAT'S FACE]

You're the type of person who likes working in the background, don't you? Hacking and all.

[highrisk]

Preferably.

But even if I'm not cut out for it - I can do what needs doing.

[fleshedout]

That's important. Even support is needed in a battle...even if it isn't really a "battle", persay.

[highrisk]

... Yeah.

[ he realizes the bubble is still here. and it has been for way too long, so he gives a little nod at it like a 'i'm just gonna take care of this' and...

then they have to watch him drunk dial someone before noon. just the worst. just the most embarrassing shit for a grown man to be doing. help. ]

[fleshedout]

...

[Ah. Yes, this is a bit shameful, but the content of this. Listening to him talking through it, and Mark outlining things he's done...kidnapping a kid, as a threat...]

[You know my bark is worse than my bite.]

[Your bark is your bite, Damien.]

[She turns to look at him, staring him down, before saying, bluntly:]

...You do realize you're very bad at lying, do you, Damien?

[highrisk]

[ he hates it here ]

... Okay?

[fleshedout]

The next time you want to lie about having an ability, make sure you don't trip up on your words.

[JUST. SAYING. But after a moment, she huffs, closing her eyes.]

...I'm assuming it involves people's memories, somehow. Based on what I heard.

[highrisk]

Hey, I've been telling the truth. I don't have an ability.

Anymore.

[fleshedout]

...

Is that what Mark was talking about? Getting rid of it?

[highrisk]

Yeah. It's, uh... Gone.

[fleshedout]

Someone else's ability? Or the AM?

[highrisk]

Neither.

[fleshedout]

A...machine? Not that I think a machine could get rid of an ability, but apparently machines do all sorts of things nowadays.

[highrisk]

No, it was just...

Brain damage. Abilities are just biology. So it... Turns out a hard enough hit to the head can, uh.

[ he got the shit kicked out of him and lost his ability. ]

[fleshedout]

...

[what]

That must have been one hell of a hit, Damien.

[ARE YOU OKAY MAN]