I didn't really feel different, but the lady nurse was adamant about taking all sorts of baseline readings and it was getting on my nerves. "Listen lady, since I've been here I've been poked, prodded, been vamped twice, and no one has answered any of my questions! Now, I'm not subjecting myself to any of your tests until someone can get off their rear and answer a few questions!" What can I say, I have a small temper. The nurse just recoiled a bit before scampering off. Everything up until the nice nurse had begun the "torture session" with the Penlight of Doom was still a blurr. "Mr. Dunkel," I gave the new arrival a long look. Suit, Tie, graying hair. The staff has asked that I give you a rundown on what happened to you. Come on, I don't have all day." Rich, he had to be. Kinda stuck-up too. "Look, do I even get a name to go with the suit? It is polite considering you know mine." The suit stopped in mid-step. "My name is Justin Sinclair, and we're behind schedule the way it is." I gave him a Vulcan eyebrow and shrugged, following him. Its not like i had anything better to do, and it had been a weird day.
Mr. Sinclair and I had ended up at an indoor practice range. "Ok, color me stupid, but why are we here?" Mr. Sinclair turned from the wall he was facing with a longbow and quiver. "During one of your, 'fits of anger', as the Hospital Staff called them, you were able to manifest a bow. Try." "Look if i even had that ability what would make you think that I coul... what the hell are you staring at?" Mr. Sinclair was smirking as I followed his gaze. Yes I was holding a bow. Nice compound one too. "Now, we test your accuracy." As the day was just going so splendedly, I went with the flow, these new feelings just taking hold as I drew the bow back, and letting the newly appeared arrow sit for a moment before launching it down range. By the time our little session was done, i had an inkling of what was going on, keys to an apartment near everyone else, a class H Hero license, and a really odd feeling that I should know this Sinclair guy. Meh, I'll figure it out later. That untouched bed is calling.IF SRW means Sexy Romance Weapon, does DW mean Dynamic Woman?
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In the epic rage of furious thunder
legends create their tales
when the twilight calls and the dark lord falls
our glory will prevail
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Mr. Sinclair and I had ended up at an indoor practice range. "Ok, color me stupid, but why are we here?" Mr. Sinclair turned from the wall he was facing with a longbow and quiver. "During one of your, 'fits of anger', as the Hospital Staff called them, you were able to manifest a bow. Try." "Look if i even had that ability what would make you think that I coul... what the hell are you staring at?" Mr. Sinclair was smirking as I followed his gaze. Yes I was holding a bow. Nice compound one too. "Now, we test your accuracy." As the day was just going so splendedly, I went with the flow, these new feelings just taking hold as I drew the bow back, and letting the newly appeared arrow sit for a moment before launching it down range. By the time our little session was done, i had an inkling of what was going on, keys to an apartment near everyone else, a class H Hero license, and a really odd feeling that I should know this Sinclair guy. Meh, I'll figure it out later. That untouched bed is calling.IF SRW means Sexy Romance Weapon, does DW mean Dynamic Woman?
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In the epic rage of furious thunder
legends create their tales
when the twilight calls and the dark lord falls
our glory will prevail
In the epic rage of furious thunder
legends create their tales
when the twilight calls and the dark lord falls
our glory will prevail
legends create their tales
when the twilight calls and the dark lord falls
our glory will prevail