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There is a rather normal looking man at a table near the fire, reading a series of bound reports, which all bear the title: Reports on the Radiative Substance and Levels of Radiative Sensor Readings of Deific Class Beings, By Reed Richards. Some light reading to go with his breakfast for Bruce Banner. He glances up occassionally to look around before going back to his reading.

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he chuckles.

"We are more of a not-group than a group, no real organization. But we are okay, all of us, believe."

He smiles.

"How are you?"

"I am doing well enough. I've been busy. Between normal training, preparing for battle against a demonic army, throwing suprise parties, work, and studying, it really is a suprise that I manage to get any socializing in."

bruce chuckles a little.

"Must be a workaholic trying to break out of you somehow. I understand. I used to work a lot of the time I was awake, and sleep less than that. Makes life interesting. So much to learn, so little time to learn it."

Amanda laughs, "Well there is alot to learn, though I suppose some have longer to learn it then others."

He blinks at that and considers what he knows, then nods.

"True. Elrond, I envy, on some days. A virtually unending life and time to learn. He has already eben around for a very long time."

He smiles.

"Really, how long is that?" she is always curious, though she has already figured out that she is young compared to many in the bar.

He thinks about that and then shakes his ehad.

"You know, I am not entirely certain, myself. I dont think I have ever asked him his exact age, but I think it is measured in thousands of years. Which makes my mind boggle just a bit until I remember I am at a Bar at the end of the Universe, millions of years in the future..."

"Yes it is Amazing. Before coming here the oldest person I had met was 5000 years old." she figures given the company he keeps he is trustworthy. Though she has become far more cautious as of late.

He nods. That doesnt phase him much. he hasnt told her of some fot he people he knew back home who were even older than that.

"Yeah. I guess it all depends on what we see and where we come from."

He glances around and then down at his stuff, oddly enough actually seeing his watch for the first time in awhile.

"Listen, I am going to head back to my room for awhile, but it has been nice talkign to you."

He rises and collects his things and then extends a hand to shake.

"Nice talking with you too." she stands as he departs.

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