Random guy: Oooh, fiesty, ain't cha? But seriously, this is technically private property... OOC: Sorry, I was bored, and somewhat wanted to bring some reality into this. The chances are, there would be at least one guy up there... and all apartment and office building roofs are considered prjvate property...
Uh huh. Wouldn't the typical response be just pull back and not reenter for a few years? Wait and see who wins? *Light up a cigar and hands it to a guy.* There ya go.
Random guy: Well... you could get a job as a waitress. Or a fighter for the local ring. *He leans against the railing and takes a drag form his cigarette.* Random guy: Either way will get you guys off my roof sooo...
Aahuus smiles and casually puts his hand on his disruptor. Then takes a quick look around to find cover if this ones associates are who he thinks they are. "I was looking around one of the last known places a friend of mine was. Perhaps you saw her? About yeh high with short hair. Romulan, pretty, but looks like she has a…
Completely and utterly. *Looks at Ba'al heretics, at least to him* To be clear, you could probably say that I'm more of a merc from a company that was hired to preform assassinations and loyalty tests. *Smiles.* The best way to ascertain someones loyalty is to have a neutral third party do it!
OOC: I assumed there was something in SG lore for humanity. The Ancients probably didn't create humanity though, it was just a sort of de-evolution after their failure. If were talking personal beliefs, you could say that I'm an open minded creationist. Who would have been burned in the 1600s as a heretic by the Pilgrims.…
Okaaaaayyyyy..... I may use Ba'al in place of God for expletives, buuuuut... I don't actually think he created the damn Universe and Multiverse. I don't think he himself created humanity. Maybe other species were the product of Goa'uld interference, but early humanity isn't. *Looks around at angry faces.* Is now a good…
Eh, I say it's juat interesting how God decided to make/place things. You know that's there's another planet just like ours a couple hundred thousand light years off, but it seems to be powered by steam and ghosts...
*Tilts head and looks at Ryan expressionlessly.* Oh why thank you. I'll put this on your engagement ring when we decide to get married... *It is clearly sarcasm, but he pockets the piece anyway.*
You beat Ba'al in a game of billiards? That must have taken some balls, no pun intended. *Shoots eight ball in corner pocket.* Well, I'd say that's the best shot I've made all night...
*Walks off to corner on a phone, whispering.* I want all research on the Replicators sent to the Complex. Since the League isn't technically part of the Regime, they can continue. Other end: Lord, haven't you learned your I have learned my lesson. Don't entrust high priorty and dangerous subject to incompetent researchers.…
*Takes phone from ear.* Excuse me, I'm litening to the Supervisor of the Replicator project. His screams of mercy, to be particular. *Puts phone back.* Uhhuh, first borne child. Eternal service, full expertise... now see here, John. The thing is that we have a million other applicants for your job... and a lot of them are…