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[h1][color=#666699]Roman Carter[/color][/h1]
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[color=#666699]Location:[/color] New York Sanctum
[color=#666699]Skills: N/A[/color] 
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Roman was very irritated at this point, as it seemed that everybody went ahead and listened to the actual terrorist with strange magic abilities, over the one who was actually experienced in the field in question. But hey, who was he to judge whether or not some virus given by a magic terrorist would destroy the artificial intelligence. Surely somebody else in the room saw the idiocy in trusting that damn woman. However, his protests went unvoiced as he found himself unable to think of the right words without sounding like a pissed off moron. Yet his facial features clear as day portrayed his irritation with the situation, and a glare shot directly towards the terrorist in the room. 

Whenever Cass addressed him, Roman's face lightened a bit as he nodded. [color=#666699]"We can't get to building it right away, I need to learn a bit about the Quantum Realm if I can. Design requirements, the likes."[/color] He muttered towards the girl, already he seemed distracted as he tried to think about the main problems facing them in building the time machine. So far, the stresses that the structure itself would endure in order to avoid being sucked in and the energy needed to perform this task seemed the biggest problem. Then people were talking about some time stone... thing. [color=#666699]"We are going to have... alot of work ahead of us."[/color] Roman muttered towards Cass before something else clicked in his mind. [color=#666699]"Now uh, what is a time stone?"[/color]