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Closer than Expected

Glancing down at the tools as well, he debated what to say to the masked hero. He could be truthful and tell him it was one of the devices that would set off the bomb, which would of course make him destroy it. Or he could lie and say that it was nothing but a...um...he furrowed his brow as he tried to think of something. Something that would be in the lair, but not dangerous...
"It's a...well..." He rubbed his hands together nervously, frantically thinking of something, anything to say, and finally blurted out,
"It's a communication thing?"

He sounded unsure, and he mentally cursed at himself. He was so stupid! Of course the guy wouldn't believe him and he'd probably be killed for being so silly. Everyone always told him that he should've been a better liar, seeing as what he was doing now. Being gullible and a bad liar wasn't exactly the best thing to be when faced in a life or death situation after all.

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Cyrille Wake

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Cyrille is excitable and loves talking to people. Jokes and laughs are his forte, whether it's at himself or not. When he's with a patient however, his jokes lessen, as he knows he needs to give his absolute attention to the person in front of him, knowing all too well the difference between something that will save them or kill them.

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Closer than Expected

"Oh no, oh no, oh no!" Cyrille opened up the silver plating on the wall and coughed when a cloud of smoke exploded out. Waving his hand in front of his face, he squinted through the fumes. Poking at it gingerly, he retreated quickly when sparks flew form the sputtering machine.
"Oooh, he's going to be so pissed!" Pushing a hand through his dark hair worriedly, he stood and looked around for someone, anyone who could help. But knowing his luck, there was no one around. They were all off searching for the intruder, or helping the Reaper-god that was such a stupid name. Not that he'd tell him-with his 'master plan'.
"But no, Cyrille you have to fix stuff, go do that, go do this, why? No one else wants to, that's why!"

Turning sharply on his heel to head towards his box of tools, he came face to face with an arrow. Loaded in a silver bow. His eyes widened with fear behind his black half mask, and he took a step back. Oh this was the guy. This was the hero everyone was looking for. Looking from side to side again frantically, his heart sank as he realised no one was around.
"I'm not armed! I'm just fixing something, that's all I do! I swear!" He adjusted his sleeves nervously, and cursed the stupid uniforms again. Honestly, a vest and shirt? He looked like a freaking waiter! But of course, there had to be some 'flair'.
"I'm just a henchmen, no one important!"

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