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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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[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.