[h3]Replicant at the Zenith[/h3]

As soon as he was able to swab a sample from the new tinker's arm, Hubert popped the little cotton ball into a small jar he had kept on him, then observed it very closely. Invisible to the naked eye, even to those untrained in microscopes, he could see with perfect clarity. The microorganisms that lived upon his comrade's body. These would need to be safely stored and experimented on. In due time. Then Bryson inquired if he could show the man around the tinker workshop. Hubert looked up, only just realizing where he actually was. He put a hand behind his head awkwardly.

"Heheheh, sorry, buuuut I'm not the best for those kinds of tours. Most of the tech in there I wouldn't know from a shovel, you know? My power is kinda hyper-focused, but I'm sure the others can give you a better tour!" Removing his hand from his head, Hubert took a dramatic stance, clenching his fist as he posed. Just like a hero. "In any case, I've got someplace to be. The Center for Disease Control was supposed to report to me this morning, but never did, so I've got to go check on them. But you have a great day, new guy! Bryson! Ifrit, the destroyer of evil! Yeah!"

Without further fanfare, Hubert ran in the opposite direction. He had places to be and people to see, after all. All the while people either stared in bewilderment, or shook their heads in acceptance. The man was an odd one to be sure.

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[h3]Replicant at the CDC[/h3]

The always stalwart and great hero Replicant strolled through the doors to the CDC right behind a young girl. She spoke sheepishly to the receptionist, looking a bit passive. He decided it would be best to interject and help the young lass! "Hello young 'Phoenix,'" he began, bellowing his words with bravado. "That's no way to introduce yourself! Try it with more confidence. Like this! Good lady, I have been notified that I am a Phoenix, and I need to see someone immediately! Please and thank you." The last bit was hastily added on under his breath.

"You're welcome, little girl. I am Replicant, proud tinker hero of the Protectorate! Greetings Tiffany," he added to the receptionist, beginning to stroll right on past the desk. "Just popping in to see the director. I didn't get my weekly check in, so I decided to pop on down in person! Hahahaha!"

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[h3]Anonymous[/h3]

"I believe they understand the risks and objectives involved at this point, Mr. Maxwell," the young man's voice rang through each of their heads. "We should perhaps get going now, my esteemed colleagues? Daylight wastes and time, well time is money as they say. Heh heh heh."

Finally! The carving was complete. Anonymous held a small wooden fork in his hands, and twirled it around to get a good feel for the tactile sensations of such a device. He'd never used one before. At least, not that he could remember. There was no need. What those people had done to him, to his face, it somehow supported his body without need of food, water, or oxygen. He couldn't begin to grasp how such a thing worked, but it left him... Strangely curious. How [i]did[/i] one eat with a fork?

[i]Stay back, man! I've got a gun! Don't hurt meeeeeaaaaargh!

Go fuck yourself, Johnny. I was stupid enough to believe you the first time you cheated on me, I won't let you back in my life again.

My social security number is 682-49-2290 and my date of birth is January twelfth, nineteen eighty-nine. Let's go with the Gold membership package.

Sold out?! Aw man, but I just got paid today![/i]

How did one eat with a fork indeed.

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