OOC: Yeah, we are just waiting for Prierin to come back, and chris. He seems to have just disappeared... interesting... is this a conspiracy that I'm coming up with?
*The Assassin gestures to a clear room, also handing her the uniform.* Assassin: Here you go, milady. We shall deliberate to find the minion responsible. *He disappears.*
Of course not! It's against Ba'al policy to have those kind of ideas about foreign dignitaries! *Looks at shadowy place.* Get Miss Jade some clothes! From Sarah's closet. She won't mind. *An assassin steps out.* Assassin: Of course my lord. *He leaves and comes back with a standard starfleet uniform.* Where did Sarah get…
*Blinks at outfit. Eyes widen.* Well... I'm sure we'll find the person eventually... *Looks trill up and down.* I think I might know someone that has some more... conservative outfits for you. If you want to change. *Smiles wanly.* Though I'm certainly not complaining.
*Walks in* The Squad and the Body Furnace are ready. And the Antarctican Transfers are done as well. Ba'al, that was a horrible experience... so many wives throwing things at me and children kicking me in shins... *shivers.*
*Loki shrugs.* Loki: Take a memory. I'm pretty sure those can be found in the subconcious. And t's probanly better to think of the place as a part of the subconcious, or yourself as a part. That's how I got my area to work... *He looks around.* Loki: Though it isn't around any more...
Loki: It's my personal belief that when it gets to self harm, it's gone to far... but your the psychology expert, I'm just the killing annoying people expert now. *He looks around, taking a sip.* Loki: You really need to lighten this place up a bit. Have you ever thought of getting a plant? Maybe a sofa? *He puts a to his…
*Nods toward shadow, and a person in black walks out of it towards the door.* Moloc will be in your office, under guard. I will have an interrogation room prepared. I won't go to hard on the non-Goa'uld, but I prefer to be thorough rather than suprised... Hail Ba'al. *Walks out.
Loki: Firstly, I thought we agreed you'd take care of the psychological stuff. I believe suicide falls under that. Remind me if I'm wrong. Secondly, niether do I, buts it's fun. Plus, the sensation is a great feeling. *He takes a sip, then sighs with his eyes closed.* Loki: You sure you don't want one?
*Ahem* Sir, I tjink I'll take a little liberty with the non-Goa'uld. Antartica may be a career ender, but I still need to do my Loyalty tests before a move. Moloc though, he's already in the dungeon!
*He smiles, trying to disarm her.* Loki: Just to check up on you. See how you've been doing, if your comfortable, your sleeping well, having a nice time watching Tara almost kill herself. Things like that! *He waves his hand a cocktail appears in his hand.* Loki: Want one?
*Salutes* Of course, Grand Vizier. I'll inform the previous Ministers and Governors of their demotions. And dispose of bodies... I mean failed political maneurverers.
*Loki blinks at her sudden hostility, then looks at Cade, then Tara, and back-and-forth a few times. Then shrugs.* Loki: They need to work this oit themsleves. Hmm, I wonder what Angel's doing? I haven't seen her in a while... *He disappears to search for her.*
OOC: The Thread looks at Q and screams, then runs to hide behind Kuntel's legs. "Is that a rapist, Kuntel-kun?" she asks. "I believe it is..." he mutters, then takes out some pepper spray. "Stay back heathen! This thread shall not be corrupted by your god-playing!" he says as he takes off the cap and shakes the can at Q.
I would love to visit Vienna and Berlin, mainly because they were seats of empires. The Austro-Hungarian Empire has been a favorite subject of mine recently.
Ooo, do think theres a chance? My friend told me that suborbital rainbow death cannon deaths are very pretty. Oh, even better! Do you think theres a chance I could use my thalaron? I haven't been able to since I killed those tal'Shiar in Sol... I mean a random part of space!
OOC: The thread jumps up at the sight of her old friend, Timothyre. She runs over and gives him a hug. "Where have you been? Did you see Dad? What happened to Chris? Did you see how tall I've grown?" and generally carried on in the way youngsters so. Kuntel gets up and walks over to Timothyre and holds out a hand. " Good…
OOC: "Why oh why hath I been abondaned?" The Thread asks. Kuntel looks up at the terrifyed child and smiles sadly. "Dear child, you have not been abondaned. The others have merely left, soon to return. You father has to rest, having gone through a horrible ordeal. But all will be back soon, and we shall be happy again." he…