*Jean watches the news, having woke up at an obscene time in the morning, and then tilts his head.* Jean: What? Newsman: Several bodies were found this evening in an abandoned section of the station. Autopsies reveal that they died from a device implanted inside their brains. More at six. *It plays the usual outro music,…
Alistair: That's the purple. It's some rare stuff Kuntel picked up on one of his assassination missions a while back. You shouldn't have even heard of it before.
*He nods and quickly leaves, coming back a few minutes later with a swirling mix of blue, purple, red, and orange, the drink looking like a sunset on polluted world.* Alistair: And from your medical record, I would say you would about three of these before you're passed out. *He sets it in front of her.*
Alistair: Wow, you really do have bad luck. *He tilts his head at her.* Alistiar: I think you need a little something I picked up from my friend. It's a mix that puts Pentaxian and Romulan alcohol to shame.
Alistair: You can impress her but... she's not... *He decides to put it bluntly.* Alistair: She's not a TRIBBLE. At least, not at the time which I interviewed her, but it's been a few months so, maybe she went on a homosexual binge over the break and you have some hope?
OOC: Ah... No. Loki (Mine.) is a twilight being from the RP thread. The Hulk couldn't touch him if he didn't want him to, and Norse God Loki would probably like the insane manic that Twilight Loki is.
Alistair: You waiting for somebody? *He's leaning against the counter now, looking at her.* *The dog has not peed on the vizier, it is in fact smart enough not to do that. Instead, a water bottle has leaked on him.*
*Shadow gets blown back.* Not out of phase b*tch, I'm an energy being. *He shifts into an exact replica of Shadow, then Jade, then Quinn, then Worffan.*
Jean: I just kicked the guy in the stomach. He couldn't died from that. There must of been something else. *He looks at the tape.* Jean: What's that for?
*The throat is fine, but the girl is dead. Blood start coming out of her nose.* Jean: Blood's coming out of this guys nose. You? *He frowns, staring at the dead body.*