<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2h6bqqe.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Connor Marks<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Planck<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Sophomore Ne'er-do-well<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Stadium, plotting<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Megan, Michael, Any<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>He smiled at her quick retort.  He still kept his voice pitched evenly, trusting her to carry his words to her.  “Milton.  Book one.  Line two hundred sixty four.      And – who says I can't?”  He threw back his head and laughed, shaking his head.  “While I have every respect for your liminality, I'd<em>much</em>prefer you come down off your fence.”  His voice was merry, playful.  “Though I do like it when you whisper in my ear.<em>Sexy.</em>”<br/><br/>He grinned when she laughed at his jest.  “Sure, if you're into hentai themed date rape.  I was just hoping<em>you</em>had higher aspirations.”  Friend, no – but neither an enemy.  She was just someone caught in the crossfire of madness that was Nebule.  Her final words made him laugh once more.<br/><br/>“It's a date!”  He called back, before He blew her a kiss and then disappeared through the exit, well aware she considered it no such thing.<br/><br/>[If Megan does take the time to search the field, she'll find nothing amiss.  Connor hasn't tampered with any objects, or planted anything on the field.  His footprints cross all over the grass of the football field itself, and circle around the giant statue a number of times.]<br/><br/>He grinned at Michael as he emerged, clearly in a fine mood.  “Cigarettes'll kill you,” he said cheerfully.  It wasn't in the least admonishing.  He pulled out the wireless microphone from his ear, tucking it in with the range finder, and bouncing down the steps that led away from the stadium.<br/><br/>“Yep.  Got the schematics.  Figured they'd match a regulation football field, but precision is everything.”  He gave a wolfish, mirthful grin, and dug both transmitter and rangefinder out of his pockets.  “Megan spotted these.  Mind turning them into some useless slag?  She could still be eavesdropping.  Figure we can start working on the<em>prototype</em>soon.”<br/><br/>He shrugged.  “Good chance I was going to be caught.”  He laughed at the mention of Captain Flesh Tentacle.  “Well... that or Captain Silly Putty.  Either way, I don't see the charm our beloved football quarterback has.  Nothing must scream romance to Braelyn like feeling her handsome beau<em>ooze</em>up into her.”<br/><br/>He bounced down more steps, grinning back at Michael.  “Bet she wouldn't know what hard cock was if it slapped her in the face.”  Altogether a more intriguing image, and one his active mind lingered on as he strode for the Tech Hall.