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I finally carve out some time to work on my own projects, and you show up? How do you think that's going to work out for you? I'm sure you realize just how much trouble I can make when I put my mind to it.

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You know, sometimes I don't think they do. Realize, I mean. Muns are just like anyone else, Val, and they tend to put their personal projects before anyone else's.

Hi, Dad.

I'm not as understanding as you are, I guess. I'm not playing along with this.

Hello, Valeria. _{( smiles. he didn't think he'd be seeing her again so soon. )}

Well, there's a few ways to make a point. I suppose talking back never occurred to me.

Edited 2012-11-13 02:13 (UTC)

[Oh, come on. You've got the little budding supervillain version back home to keep you busy. What more could you possibly want?]

When have you known me not to talk back? Before I started talking doesn't count.

_{( if he can handle 50000 versions of himself, he's entitled to more that one daughter, too. )}

You know, you started talking very quickly. And you were probably thinking about talking back even before you could. So it's probably a mute point.

But I do think there are other viable options.

[Let's not talk about the League of Evil or at Least Misguided Reeds.]

You have a point. I could just go behind her back.

As long as we're problem-solving, here, how do you think that would end up for you? You have more insight into your mun's reactions than I do.

She's stretched too thin [ha, mr. fantastic joke] as it is, and I'm more or less "unappable," since my past is your future and she doesn't know it yet. Add a little more resistance from me and she'll abandon any ideas she might be getting.

Sounds like you already have it figured out. But they are a bit of an unknown factor, sometimes. Acting against type just for the sake of it.

I've accounted for all the variables, Dad. The numbers don't lie.

[Never let these two do anything unsupervised.]

Mundanes are notorious for disregarding our wishes, Valeria. Convince her it's in both your best interests to give you freedom to work and perhaps a suitable compromise can be reached.

Compromise isn't something I've ever been good at. Too much like losing.

Forgive me if I consider you smart enough to weigh the final outcome in your favor.

[Aww, a compliment.]

I'm trying to handle this on the level--which isn't my usual inclination, believe me. There aren't any real stakes here, so it's not like I have to play hardball.

[ she's willing to give them out when she deems them appropriate. ]

Only the loss of your ability to do what you will. Unless, of course, your mundane finds a home that allows you to branch out.

I'm not going anywhere. She knows it, and she knows I know.

Did you finally meet your match?

Hardly, oh ye of little faith.

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