Synchronicity
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Bulwark, heavy-hitting hero of..darn, run out of 'h' words.
"Oh."
For a moment, Bulwark looks taken aback, obviously not having expected Lily's denial. Then he grins a little abashedly.
"Well then, guess I owe you an apology for jumping to conclusions. I just assumed you'd got a letter like mine; and the only 'unique gifts' I've got are my strength and whatnot. Sorry, miss. But circus performer and baseball player? Sounds like you've done some interesting things in your time. Me, I'm just a construction worker. Moving heavy objects's pretty much all I'm good for."
A thought seems to strike Bulwark, and he looks at Atlas, curiosity in his posture.
"Hey..uh...Atlas. If it isn't too personal a question, what do you do? I mean, I'm thinking that I'd have heard a lot more about you if you went around looking like that all the time. You got a...I dunno, a 'day job', so to speak? Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to pry. Well, not too much, anyways. I'm just curious; never really met anyone else like me before. With powers, I mean."
Bulwark sits back a little, sipping his coffee.
'You know, Paul, you're gonna have to do something about this babbling you do when you're nervous. These people might not appreciate you trying to find out things about their lives. And what's there to be nervous about? I mean, you only got a letter from the President asking you to come here and..OK, maybe I see your point. But you've got to try and calm down a bit. Relax. Be patient.'
Bulwark looks down for a moment and mutters something inaudible, which, to anyone with really exceptional hearing, sounds a little like "Easier said than done.."
"Oh."
For a moment, Bulwark looks taken aback, obviously not having expected Lily's denial. Then he grins a little abashedly.
"Well then, guess I owe you an apology for jumping to conclusions. I just assumed you'd got a letter like mine; and the only 'unique gifts' I've got are my strength and whatnot. Sorry, miss. But circus performer and baseball player? Sounds like you've done some interesting things in your time. Me, I'm just a construction worker. Moving heavy objects's pretty much all I'm good for."
A thought seems to strike Bulwark, and he looks at Atlas, curiosity in his posture.
"Hey..uh...Atlas. If it isn't too personal a question, what do you do? I mean, I'm thinking that I'd have heard a lot more about you if you went around looking like that all the time. You got a...I dunno, a 'day job', so to speak? Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to pry. Well, not too much, anyways. I'm just curious; never really met anyone else like me before. With powers, I mean."
Bulwark sits back a little, sipping his coffee.
'You know, Paul, you're gonna have to do something about this babbling you do when you're nervous. These people might not appreciate you trying to find out things about their lives. And what's there to be nervous about? I mean, you only got a letter from the President asking you to come here and..OK, maybe I see your point. But you've got to try and calm down a bit. Relax. Be patient.'
Bulwark looks down for a moment and mutters something inaudible, which, to anyone with really exceptional hearing, sounds a little like "Easier said than done.."
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