Yeah, you could say so. Mutants, speedsters, anyone whose genetic make up is beyond the human level.
[ a bit of a line face here ]
well, I may know a lot of mutants and friendly metas but it's not like I could really walk up to them all, kiss me, you fool. I tested them against the Flash's data, basically, having studied him, I calculated the point in which his metabolism won't be fast enough to burn through that stuff, now mind you, he moves fast enough to rip through time and space so - that stuff is strong.
-- So I'd better be damned careful in applying it. [ a slightly awkward chuckle. peggy's often careful, especially with gadgetry, but she doesn't relish the idea of accidentally slipping into a three-day sleep. the atroma cause that sort of disruption often enough; she doesn't need to do it to herself. ]
And as sound as your data, well, sounds -- I hope you won't be too offended if I test it for myself.
And again, careful not to confuse it with the other one. I'd make the tubes in different colors if I could.
[ and hold on, WHAT. ]
what do you mean test it out - hold on - but you're not superhuman. How can you - I mean you can't really put something like this in the wanted ads. Wanted: mutants for kissing purpose, may involve an hour-long coma?
In theory, I doubt I actually need to kiss whoever it is -- merely ask them to really smudge the stuff around their own lips, perhaps take a taste. [ she sounds thoughtful, then: ] But that's a lot less entertaining, isn't it?
Hey - you're doing this thing again when you're sassing me without actually sassing me. That totally counts as sassing, just so you know. This whole polite throwing shade thing, I'm onto that.
Onto what, hm? I'm doing no such thing. [ don't make her roll her eyes at you, ramon. ] I wouldn't dream of sassing the man who just proved himself capable of making ordinary cosmetics so dangerous.
Well then! You call it throwing shade -- [ she concedes, before continuing: ] I imagine I would call it a vital skill for staying sane in the workplace.
[ working at the ssr is great, but like 90% of her job is 'throwing shade' at her coworkers. ]
[ oh, boy, should she answer his question honestly?
peggy purses her lips. ]
It's a bit of an -- asshole-dominated field of work, I'm afraid. [ it's the best way to put it. she isn't here to cry and sigh over the gender politics of the ssr. ]
Oh man. That guy, you know, that jackass? he legit referred to himself as the chosen one - I mean who does that? and he was like, 'I give you a week, max', dick. You'd think the words please and thank you or - hi - were entirely beneath him. People like that really need to get over their attitudes.
Workplace politics turn some people into animals. [ even now, her response is subdued -- even though she finds herself firmly on cisco's side of the situation. ] What happened to him?
well, the very same person we all wanted to impress turned out to be a raging psychopath. So he got screwed, I got screwed, everyone got screwed.
[ cisco still thinks that dying really takes the record here but. ]
He lost his job and tried to get back at our boss but again, genius yet mostly stable person going against a genius psychopath? let's just say he's lucky to be alive. He went vigilante, he calls himself the Pied Piper.
[ peggy hesitates. look, ramon, she'll hug you if she has to. after all, you've been pretty generous with her requests. but it's clear she's not really eager to breach that personal bubble. ]
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[ a bit of a line face here ]
well, I may know a lot of mutants and friendly metas but it's not like I could really walk up to them all, kiss me, you fool. I tested them against the Flash's data, basically, having studied him, I calculated the point in which his metabolism won't be fast enough to burn through that stuff, now mind you, he moves fast enough to rip through time and space so - that stuff is strong.
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And as sound as your data, well, sounds -- I hope you won't be too offended if I test it for myself.
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[ and hold on, WHAT. ]
what do you mean test it out - hold on - but you're not superhuman. How can you - I mean you can't really put something like this in the wanted ads. Wanted: mutants for kissing purpose, may involve an hour-long coma?
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[ she's teasing, cisco. probably. very likely. ]
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[ it's more dry and amused than anything else. ]
I almost want to ask but maybe I shouldn't, plausible deniability if an angry mutant ever shows up at my door.
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Just make sure not to knock yourself out. Or to mention my name.
[ oh my god is he a dealer now. ]
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[ a name he's starting to finally accept and make good on ]
It's what they call me.
[ perhaps he is being a bit over-dramatic about it. ]
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Hey - you're doing this thing again when you're sassing me without actually sassing me. That totally counts as sassing, just so you know. This whole polite throwing shade thing, I'm onto that.
[ hmph! ]
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Onto what, hm? I'm doing no such thing. [ don't make her roll her eyes at you, ramon. ] I wouldn't dream of sassing the man who just proved himself capable of making ordinary cosmetics so dangerous.
[ no she's totally doing it. ]
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Alright, throw shade, I can take it.
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[ :| ]
throwing shade.
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[ working at the ssr is great, but like 90% of her job is 'throwing shade' at her coworkers. ]
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[ all the sympathy. ]
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peggy purses her lips. ]
It's a bit of an -- asshole-dominated field of work, I'm afraid. [ it's the best way to put it. she isn't here to cry and sigh over the gender politics of the ssr. ]
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[ a long suffering sigh ]
Oh man. That guy, you know, that jackass? he legit referred to himself as the chosen one - I mean who does that? and he was like, 'I give you a week, max', dick. You'd think the words please and thank you or - hi - were entirely beneath him. People like that really need to get over their attitudes.
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well, the very same person we all wanted to impress turned out to be a raging psychopath. So he got screwed, I got screwed, everyone got screwed.
[ cisco still thinks that dying really takes the record here but. ]
He lost his job and tried to get back at our boss but again, genius yet mostly stable person going against a genius psychopath? let's just say he's lucky to be alive. He went vigilante, he calls himself the Pied Piper.
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[ she almost said something nice!! ]
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[ he honestly looks like he might cry :') ]
You know, I could hug you right now.
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[ peggy hesitates. look, ramon, she'll hug you if she has to. after all, you've been pretty generous with her requests. but it's clear she's not really eager to breach that personal bubble. ]
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[ alright, well, he offers a fist. ]
we'll just have to settle this with a fist bump.
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