She's a colleague? I thought she was a foreign dignitary... Yes I am completely sure.... *Looks at bottle.* But if there is ever a time when I'm unconcious or something and you guys need last minute saving, do not, not, pour the entire bottle down my throat... unless you want to see everything within a several mile radius…
*Blinks.* Really? I would have thought a werewolf to be more... feral. *Shrugs.* Eh. The more you know, right? *Takes out bottle that was hanging from neck. It contains a yellow, glowing fluid.* Anyway. Do you know what that whole Klingon thing was about? *Pops cork and takes a few drops. Closes eyes and small shivers can…
*Shrugs.* Yeah. But I wouldn't suggest giving it to her now. The transformation will most likely be very painfull. (Yeah, google 'The Chaos Born' by Drew K-something...
No! I'm not.... *Looks guilty.* Okay. Maybe a few vials of witchroot, a couple quarts of red and black paint for the symbols, and then a few charms, but thats it!
Well... I'm just gonna have that traded for something that's totally not magic drugs and paint... *Gets bzck to work on the Retrovirus, which is almost done.*
The reality that the Universe and all of Existence has gone to sh*t? *Shrugs.* I don't know. I just got here. *Isn't pale anymore. In fact, has rather nice tan.*
*'Raises hands.* I am the original! Though one and only doesn't apply now..., *Looks around.* The last thing I did was beat the two idiots that had sedated me after the battle with the Terrans and put me on a prisoner ship. They also brought my A.I., which was still a work kn progress. I had to abandon ship, escaping in a…
*Looks at portal. Then at Worffan.* I apparently have work to do... but I'll try to catch up with you when I can. You will not believe what happened at home. *Steps through portal.*
No... that was my A.I..... that seems to have gone haywire. *Takes of robots head and water gushes out, along with oil and blood.* Well... that would be the problem. And these incisions... weird... OOC: Okay... from now on, I am not, repeat not, gling to have a robot or imposter thing ever again! Two is enough thank you!
... you know what? F*ck it! Oh, Ba'al, your Mr. Bloatedheadedness and Cowardlyness, I officially impeach any contract I had with you. As per the deal, all gold given to the League for my sevices will be returned within a week, but all agents, research, and assests you have gained because of my involvment will be deleted…
*Looks back at Ba'al, in the Jumper.* Sovreign, can we kill that Vizier? He seems a litlle... mentally unstable. *Motions to new/old one.* This guy seems a lot better. And... he didn't comeup with the plan that nearly killed Teal'c!
No.... not really... *Licks his lips involuntarily, and eyes stray to Jade. Shakes head.* Fine. I'll go persuade Worffan and the rest to follow our plan now, while you take care of the big bad Worf-sama. *Chuckles then walks off the Jumper, toward a previous Worffan, who has not yet come up yet with the idiot plan.*
*Rolls up sleeve rather fast, then bares fangs at Worffan.* Little mortal... shush, the powerful beings are conversing! *Shakes head then blinks eyes.* What? What did I just say? *Looks around.* Anyway, ,ets get this time thing fixed. You stop Worffan from being an idiot and I stop the fight?
God, I have to meet your dad sometime. This guy sounds awesome. *Pulls back sleeve and shows arm, which is tattooed with strange, occult symbols and lines.* This is the inheritance I got from mine... and a cryptic letter that I have memerized...