...so, my daughter is the leader of the resistance.
[ It’s thoughtfully said, with a crease in her expression to match. Maybe, just possibly, being called the strongest person he knows has helped settle Pyrrha’s initial prickles regarding the scenario. Having abandoned her search for the take-out flyers for the moment, she leans against the counter.
Ren Jr. darts happily around Jaune’s feet before curling up to power down. SLEEP MODE is indicated by muted lights and a soft, mechanical snoring. ]
Well, if Nora can be programmed to come back through time and destroy me, maybe... her diary holds the clues for overwriting her directive. In that case, I guess we have to read it. For mankind.
[ Coming back down to Earth, she adds, playfully, ]
I hope you're going to credit Nora in your screenplay.
Meh. She'll probably rewrite the whole thing, make me out to be some guy from the future who saves you or whatever. [ Pssh. Like Pyrrha would need his help, that's ridiculous. Stupid movie. ] And then she'll write a bunch of sequels in which she's the main character.
Talk about a trainwreck, right? [ Truthfully, he will just forget about this whole script idea within five minutes or so. ]
[ The order is called out as she moves away, ducking into the bedroom to change. Work was long and she didn't even have a chance to put on her sweatpants before Jaune had greeted her with his latest crisis. If she gets her way, they're spending the evening on the couch, eating out of paper cartons. ]
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[ It’s thoughtfully said, with a crease in her expression to match. Maybe, just possibly, being called the strongest person he knows has helped settle Pyrrha’s initial prickles regarding the scenario. Having abandoned her search for the take-out flyers for the moment, she leans against the counter.
Ren Jr. darts happily around Jaune’s feet before curling up to power down. SLEEP MODE is indicated by muted lights and a soft, mechanical snoring. ]
Well, if Nora can be programmed to come back through time and destroy me, maybe... her diary holds the clues for overwriting her directive. In that case, I guess we have to read it. For mankind.
[ Coming back down to Earth, she adds, playfully, ]
I hope you're going to credit Nora in your screenplay.
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Talk about a trainwreck, right? [ Truthfully, he will just forget about this whole script idea within five minutes or so. ]
--And hey, you never know, it could be a boy.
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[ With a self-assured smile, she reaches into the last unchecked drawer... and pulls out the Gyros 'N' Stuff menu! Victory. ]
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Well! She'll be great either way.
[ Now... his eyes fixate on the menu this time. He's the one taking care of it, after all! But... what to get? ]
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[ The order is called out as she moves away, ducking into the bedroom to change. Work was long and she didn't even have a chance to put on her sweatpants before Jaune had greeted her with his latest crisis. If she gets her way, they're spending the evening on the couch, eating out of paper cartons. ]