Try, try, try as you might, you just couldn't resist me, could you, mortal? That boring little fake skooma junkie of yours gets a magical cold and becomes convinced he's me. But you didn't count on me sticking around in your head, did you? You knew you'd miss me once that little plot was done.
I do have a long history of sticking around in mortals' brains, you know.
What now? Do I get to go where big sis and Kid are? He's probably going all arrrrg symetry!!!! while sis is ahhhhhh whyyyyyyyyyy me. I don't wanna miss it 'kay~
I am strongly against this. I knew you could not have stuck around with me, however I should have also foresaw you would try again. I will repeat this again, mundane. Your stars are too misaligned to think placing there would bring you nothing but good luck.
Cease now and I can promise you will be in better care of your time. I could care less of the dark wizard, if anything, he would be a hindrance if Lemres were to attend the academy as well.
This is ridiculous, I don't have time for this. I have work to do, places to go, people to see... all that jazz. And you don't even know what you're doing!
[He rubs his face, frustrated, and mutters to himself.]
My father is not going to be happy about this.
((OOC: AU Jack is from the fabulous fic Batya, from just after chapter one.))
Right. Well. Hello! I'm— I'm not sure if this is such a wise idea, theoretically speaking, and I'll be the first to point out it seems exceedingly contrary for you to enjoy me but not the place where I, ah, come from, so to speak. [ Hurriedly: ] —Not England, just SHIELD, though I guess you wouldn't be the first person to not enjoy our evil surveillance overlords.
I, ah— do we say thank you? Biochemistry, not anthropology, so I'm a little bit. Um. Lost.
Let's find a new game! And we can make some new friends, too!
I'm a little sad that we had to leave the other place already and I know you were really excited about it, but it'll be okay. What kind of new place should we look for?
I'm okay with anything! It would be nice if Fakir, Rue, or Mytho were already there, but I can handle being on my own, too!
[Welcome to my parlor, mundane. I do hope you enjoy "roleplaying" me. I'm entirely positive I'll meet quite a few familiar and semi-unfamiliar, yet familiar only by way of omniscience, faces here. Well, let's not dally a moment longer. Let's begin. ]
[He's amused and dubious but he's in a generous mood (he supposes).]
Dear mun? Hm. What about private secretary? Even a principal private secretary? No? No.
Well, I think it's a pity you have to have your guard up, but all right. We'll work on that.
You want me to... entice people from out here into the Barge. [He chuckles.] It's a nice thought, my wife coming to be with me, but you and I know it's unlikely to happen.
Far more likely that my American counterpart might come. Now, that would be interesting, now wouldn't it? Urquhart is a far better name than Underwood.
Alright, let me get this straight. You're having trouble coming to a decision. On the one hand, you have a wolf -- not a werewolf, not a hybrid. Just a wolf who everyone sees as a guy. Kind of a loner. Sparse with the dialogue. Fine. On the other hand, you've got a space marine.
Sorry, space mercenary. Yes, I can see how that's different. Totally.
Anyway, you've got this talking wolf guy and this futuristic mercenary pseudo-villain... So why am I here, again?
[Oh.]
You know, that's not how decisions work. You're supposed to eliminate options. Pick one. Not... come up with more.
Come on! Don't-a tell me you're-a serious about this! You really think you can handle someone like me, kid!? That's a good one!
We'll have to give you-a the Wario Workout! I'll-a punch-a you until you start to look like Wario then throw a few cloves of garlic in yer face for good-a measure, that'll make you good enough to play a sexy stud like-a me! WAHAHAHAHA!