222 [Before the Start of the Flood]

[impure_tale]

[He's a little beaten up, as you might be able to tell on the video.]

Disappointing news I'm afraid, my dears. Auditions will be a matter addressed after the port at the end of the month. I don't know about the rest of you, but I'll certainly feel more comfortable running lines with people after this place has gone back to normal.

I'm sure you're heartbroken, the lot of you.

The changes to the facilities don't especially agree with me, or Renate for that matter. [a bark in the background.] It leaves me feeling especially optimistic about what's to come.

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[megamind]

[ Megamind's fingers are quick and deft; he seeks hurts, and finds-- yes, there. ]

Ah, brave girl, good girl. Thank you for keeping him safe, cher.

[ He ruffles her ear, face slipping into gratitude, until he hears a bowg at his ear; the sound is foreign to Jude, but it brings Megamind sharply back, green eyes focusing. ]

Brainbot, first aid kit. Please. Yes, very good. Renate, this will sting. Be good, hold still. [ He's going to have to trim the fur down, and then flush the wounds, and wrap them. ]

I'm sorry, it'll be the best I can do. We-- don't have a vet.

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[impure_tale]

[And there were many happy/please-be-nice-to-me kisses from her throughout.]

Thank you, Megamind. I'm sure this will help considerably.

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[megamind]

Of course. And you? You're not a young buck, you know.

[ Ahem. ]

I mean you're-- you should probably go to the infirmary.

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[impure_tale]

Just a little bruised and a small sprain, dumpling.

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[megamind]

If you're sure. Let me get a scan of you, then. [ He follows that up quickly with the watch, and then asks, ] If I make you an armored long coat for port, will you wear it?

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[impure_tale]

Regrettably I don't have anything that goes with chainmail. [He's being cute, obviously, but he's also kind of ignorant with regard to what counts as armor.]

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[megamind]

Oh, no no no. We're talking modern stuff. Here, let me show you. [ He rolls up his shirt, and taps the black suit beneath it; it's think layers of silk and kevlar, one after the other, with places where it's obviously thicker. ]

This is the light stuff, it's under-armor. You can wear it under your clothes, see? It'll stop a low-caliber bullet, and slow down a knife.

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[impure_tale]

And you believe this will become necessary.

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[megamind]

[ Megamind knelt, and undid the laces of his boot. He pulled the shoe and the sock off his foot, before he rolled up the pant leg. The pale white puckered scar-tissue from where the gator had sank it's teeth in, tearing the flesh when it had shaken him, where stark against his blue skin. ]

Yeah. I absolutely do.

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[impure_tale]

And what shall I give you in return for this gift?

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[megamind]

Stay alive through port, and I'll be well rewarded!

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[impure_tale]

You're very sweet. [A little smile.] So what will I need to do in order for you to make this?

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[megamind]

No, I'm just a superhero doing my job. [ He smiles all the same, though, and then explains. ] You'll need to just stand still, let me scan you,and then I'll make the armor. You'll come back to have it fitted, and ta-da! You'll be better off.