One Man's Monster Is Another Man's Family [p, Wendy]

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    [align=center][color=white][shadow=grey,left] (★｡｡from Ground Control, to lost control｡｡★)
    [font=trebuchet ms]Floating on sine waves in inner space, awaiting a signal of grace. You didn't burn up, Major Tom, you just burnt out.[hr]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Tucker frowned in response. "... Yeah. Why?"

    [align=center][font=georgia][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10][b]"Each Agent in the Project is naturally gifted at something. I'm sure you saw Indiana's predilection for knives."     Florida reached behind him, grabbing the binder and holding it out to Tucker, opening to the spot he marked before. The page it turned to was titled "Agent Kentucky" and all the descriptive information seemed to match him perfectly.
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill

    [align=center][color=white][shadow=grey,left] (★｡｡from Ground Control, to lost control｡｡★)
    [font=trebuchet ms]Floating on sine waves in inner space, awaiting a signal of grace. You didn't burn up, Major Tom, you just burnt out.[hr]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Tucker had a feeling all of this was leading up to Florida implying he believed he was an agent. He shook his head firmly. "No. I'm not an agent. I think I'd remember something like that. Besides the fact I don't have one of those stupid fragments, and I can't turn into a Titan!"

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10][b]"Not all of us have fragments. Indiana and Louisiana don't. And neither do I. Besides, have you [i]tried     to turn into a Titan?"
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill

    [align=center][color=white][shadow=grey,left] (★｡｡from Ground Control, to lost control｡｡★)
    [font=trebuchet ms]Floating on sine waves in inner space, awaiting a signal of grace. You didn't burn up, Major Tom, you just burnt out.[hr]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Tucker frowned, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked around the room and gave a small shrug of his shoulders. "Well... no."

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10][b]"Then let's go try, [i]Kentucky    . I'll teach you how to shift and then I'll be there to keep you situated. It's never easy the first time."
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill

    [align=center][color=white][shadow=grey,left] (★｡｡from Ground Control, to lost control｡｡★)
    [font=trebuchet ms]Floating on sine waves in inner space, awaiting a signal of grace. You didn't burn up, Major Tom, you just burnt out.[hr]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Tucker looked horrified, further pressing himself against the wall he was standing in front of. "I have a seriously bad relationship with Titans, so if by the very slim off chance I somehow can turn into a Titan, I'd rather avoid it."

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10][b]"If you can change, there's no avoiding it. It's a part of you. That's like saying you'd rather avoid being black."
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill

    [align=center][color=white][shadow=grey,left] (★｡｡from Ground Control, to lost control｡｡★)
    [font=trebuchet ms]Floating on sine waves in inner space, awaiting a signal of grace. You didn't burn up, Major Tom, you just burnt out.[hr]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]the look on Tucker's face would tell Florida he really didint like this comparison, but he didint dare say it outloud. "I'm not going to have a choice on the matter, am I?"

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10][b]"No. Now come on."
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill

    [align=center][color=white][shadow=grey,left] (★｡｡from Ground Control, to lost control｡｡★)
    [font=trebuchet ms]Floating on sine waves in inner space, awaiting a signal of grace. You didn't burn up, Major Tom, you just burnt out.[hr]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Tucker sighs to himself and rises to his feet, shuffling after Florida. In hopes of easing his weary thoughts away from the problem at hand, he strikes friendly conversation. "So, do you mind if I ask for your name?"

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10][b]"My name? Florida. Or Butch Flowers if you prefer. Or Daddy, if you're into that. I don't mind what you call me."
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill

    [align=center][color=white][shadow=grey,left] (★｡｡from Ground Control, to lost control｡｡★)
    [font=trebuchet ms]Floating on sine waves in inner space, awaiting a signal of grace. You didn't burn up, Major Tom, you just burnt out.[hr]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Tucker looked as if he was having a serious hard time believing this. "... You're Florida?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10][b]"Yes? You were told that I wanted to see you, yes?"
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill

    [align=center][color=white][shadow=grey,left] (★｡｡from Ground Control, to lost control｡｡★)
    [font=trebuchet ms]Floating on sine waves in inner space, awaiting a signal of grace. You didn't burn up, Major Tom, you just burnt out.[hr]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]"Well... yeah but... I thought..." he then trailed off and shook his head almost dismissively. He supposed looks truly could be deceiving.

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10][b]"You thought I was someone else? How could someone like me run a group of cold-blooded killers? Easy, I'm the most cold-blooded of them all. Except maybe Maine, but he's not the leader type."
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill

    [align=center][color=white][shadow=grey,left] (★｡｡from Ground Control, to lost control｡｡★)
    [font=trebuchet ms]Floating on sine waves in inner space, awaiting a signal of grace. You didn't burn up, Major Tom, you just burnt out.[hr]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Tucker swallowed and avoided eye contact, deciding that it was best not to provoke the man further. He was frightened.

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10]Florida led him along, opening a door and letting him inside. [b]"We're here."
    [hr]
    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill

    [align=center][color=white][shadow=grey,left] (★｡｡from Ground Control, to lost control｡｡★)
    [font=trebuchet ms]Floating on sine waves in inner space, awaiting a signal of grace. You didn't burn up, Major Tom, you just burnt out.[hr]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Tucker awkwardly shuffed inside and looked around warily. He was trying to convince himself this wasint possible, but there was a small twinge of fear put in the pit of his stomach. What if it did? What would he do? He had a feeling he wouldint have control over the situation. He'd freak out. "Um... right. Now what?"

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
    And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix
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    [font=georgia][color=black][size=10]Florida shut the door, turning to him. [b]"To shift, you have to mutilate yourself. Most choose to rip their flesh off with their teeth. But if you'd prefer a blade, they are there at your disposal."
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    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain
    If you were a gun, I'd be your kill