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[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

*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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[onetruemegatron.livejournal.com]

"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)

[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

[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.*]

[onetruemegatron.livejournal.com]

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

[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

Of course.

I am . . . not my counterpart.

[onetruemegatron.livejournal.com]

"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."

[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

My point of origin is finite.

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

[onetruemegatron.livejournal.com]

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

[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

That I should very much like to see.

[onetruemegatron.livejournal.com]

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!)

[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

*scowls* Fortunate. So you are hers.

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

[ooc: Agreed! byeee.]

[onetruemegatron.livejournal.com]

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.