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*Fate breezes into the bar as breezily as a smug being like Fate can breeze. Which is to say that he blows through the door in the form of an unusually cold gust of wind before solidifying into a seated figure at the bar, not that he enters cheerily and casually. After all, that is much harder.*

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"Ah. Then I regret to inform you that I do not believe in you, nor do I require your services." If there was one thing Megatron knew, it was that he was his own machine. He had seen the future change, before his eyes, by his own hand! Er, perhaps that was a bit broad. By his hand... and Rampage's cannon, but nonetheless, he altered history, permanently. The future is his to write, not some foolish ...humanoid's.

Yes, I've heard that before. The younger set are all on about "free will" and similar rot. I'm sure you can imagine. It's quite ridiculous, really. It doesn't matter whether or not you believe. I happen to be a fact of life.

Megatron laughs slightly at the presumptiousness of this "Fate".

"Tell me, then, are you like The Seven, or are you a lesser figure?"

[ooc: Sorry for delays, am involved in arduous battle with adware that requires much rebooting of le computer.]

You tell me.

"Oh, but that's no fun, is it? If you're Fate, then you already know my answer, don't you?"

(ooc: it's cool, I was eating dinner)

[ooc: Heh. I must do that soon. And, uh, you're going to have to help me out here. Please. *flails. really does not know canon.*]

(ooc: aim's "effortswasted00". holla holla.)

Of course.

I am . . . not my counterpart.

"Ah. Then the matter is settled. If you are indeed... finite, then clearly, you are not from *my* point of origin, and as such, hold no sway over my person."

My point of origin is finite.

Still, you are not one of mine. Hers, perhaps.

"A matter that will, I assure you, be addressed the next time I encounter... Her."

That I should very much like to see.

Megatron laughs heartily. "Indeed. Perhaps you will be so fortunate.... Of course, I presume you would know *that* as well."

(ooc: gotta scoot. lotta fun, tho!)

*scowls* Fortunate. So you are hers.

*And with that, he's gone. Mysterious! And convenient.*

[ooc: Agreed! byeee.]

Megatron smirks as Fate vanishes. For a group of immortal and impossibly powerful beings, the entire set of them were ridiculously childish in their arrogance.

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