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[directives]

Slytherin, huh? I'm not exactly sure what that means or says about me, but I hear they're supposed to be rather "accurate" placements based on an individual's more prevalent qualities.

[ or so she gathered from conversing with mccoy and skimming through the open replies to his broadcast. ]

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[hischair]

Got the lion, myself. Gryffindor.

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[directives]

You got a lion and I'm stuck with a snake. Hardly fair.

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[hischair]

You looked pretty slinky in command gold, I wouldn't complain.

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[directives]

[ incredulously: ] Slinky?

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[hischair]

Slinky. Like a snake? Snakes ... slink about. Okay, admittedly? That was reaching, but I deserve points.

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[directives]

I give it an A for effort.

A minus.

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[hischair]

Now you're just trying to make me crack.

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[directives]

Is it working?

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[hischair]

... A little. Even Spock isn't this cruel.

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[directives]

If you think that's cruel, I'd hate to see what you think of my more ruthless side.

[ sorted into slytherin for a reason ]

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[hischair]

Lions aren't scared of anything, didn't you catch the memo?

[ Haha, so much bs. ]

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[directives]

Even the scorpion knows better than to go up against the snake.

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[hischair]

Brave and reckless by reputation, what can I say?

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[directives]

Careful, or it'll be the death of you.

[ or so it was for kirk prime, at least... ]

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[hischair]

Little late for that warning.

[ Just saying, whoops. ]

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[directives]

[ that playful edge gives way to concern. ]

Is it?

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[hischair]

Bones says I'll barely be dead, when I go back.

[ But to Jim's knowledge, he's died and there's nothing after it. ]

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[directives]

[ she's uncharacteristically quiet for a moment. ]

I suspected something along those lines when you told me about your experiences with Khan back in your timeline, but I never didn't want to believe my suspicions.

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[hischair]

One more reason to treat Bones like a god, if you ask me. Or at least one hell of a doctor.

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[directives]

He brought you back from-- How long had you been dead?

[ morbid curiosity of the worst kind. neelix had been dead for eighteen hours before she gave seven of nine the okay to modify her nanoprobes to restore him to life, a technique the borg had assimilated from a species who had advancements in medical science the federation could only dream of possessing. there's also the niggling thought of a dead jim kirk, and it doesn't sit well with her at all. ]

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[hischair]

Discounting how long I was in cryo? A few minutes, I think.

[ Shrugging to himself he scratches his head, which translates as a small sigh over the audio. ]

How long will I be dead, would be more accurate from where I'm standing, for the record.

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[directives]

You were brought into the City as you... [ a breath's drawn in slowly that she lets out sharply. ] That must've been quite the arrival experience.

[ and fanning of the flames when it comes to kathryn's hatred of this godforsaken city. ]