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It's been over a week. You've posted me in a grand total of one meme, one that you knew would only get a minimum amount of tags from the start, and you aren't actively looking for any games to turn me loose on.

I find myself curious what it is you actually intend to do with me.

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Feeling a little ignored, Bane?

Not at all. Curious, but not ignored. This seems to be the way she is with most of the others as well.

Maybe you'll just float around forever. It's not that bad, plenty of respectable people make a living off floating. Well, not a living. Does 'living' apply when you're immortal? Oh, why am I asking a human, nevermind.

Then what is it that you're after?

Most of hers drift, I don't know why I was expecting that I'd be any different.

As far as I can tell, everyone thinks they're special. Except me, I actually am special.

Something to do. Of course, I could always entertain myself, though I don't expect anyone would like what would happen if I had to.

Oh are you?

Obviously. Really, are all the humans in this place primitive? Don't you have protocol for this or something?

You could always continue to brood.

And breathe into your permanent gas-mask.

Never much stood on protocol myself.

Oh, that's a first, then. I've never talked to a human not from star fleet. What do you do? Lay bricks or sew or something?

Brood? No, simply biding my time.

That, however, I intend to do.

Not from where?

Oh, have you not invented that yet? Time is so hard to keep track of in nexi. Well, not really, it's just sort of boring.

Oh, c'mon Bane. Like you ain't Five-Time Champion Brooder of the planet.

[Somehow it's a lot easier to sass the big guy when he sounds like a distorted Sean Connery.]

I'm sorry, have we met? I believe you may have me mistaken for someone else.

[That's a distorted Bartley Gorman, thank you very much. Not that Bane knows it either, this just being his regular voice and all.]

[Bane was starting to think that this kid was short a couple screws.]

I'm afraid you've gotten me confused for someone else.

Oh? Who would that be?

Let's just say you're a pretty damn recognizable figure.

[Go ahead, say 'Suck it, Trebek!' and THEN decide.]

That's a more sinister way of putting it but I have to agree with the other guy. You are pretty damn good at brooding; almost like a Darth Vader with visible eyes and open about his baldness.

I suppose that's to be expected. Though I will always wonder about the fact that no one cared who I was, before the mask.

['Oh ho ho I think you do, Trebek' is a better gauge, all things considered. Still in all: just his regular voice.]

The only difference is that I don't have any good to be found. Haven't for a long time, if there was ever any there to start with.

That's rather what I'm trying to figure out. Who do you think I am, to speak with me so frankly?

Some human, I don't know. I don't try to keep track of all of you-- I could, if I wanted to, but it's not worth the effort.

Even as a child?

I don't believe that I was ever a child.

I see. So you don't know me, or who I am, but you're still talking to me as if we're acquainted.

Oh, no, did I disrupt one of your quaint little Earth customs? Should I have asked for a chaperone before taking you to the dance?

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