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9 yrs ago
>That awkward moment when you learn the religious revival movement you were headin was actually a vehicle for a Lovecraftian Abomination masquerading as a God to jack your body and take over the world
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>That moment when you realize that you can only do fandom RPs because you're bad at original characters. This is what I get for never playing DnD
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Please, Cole only blew up a vegetable cart, a building, and a construction site. That hardly equals the Transformer movies.
True, I will do a bit of editing. Not that incredibly long lived people is unusual for him (Looks at all Goa'uld in general), but he'd probably have some opinions
At last Vash was answered, and Ba'al listened attentively. Interesting, very interesting. How much like an Ancient to bring about the granting of a wish by the alteration of probability itself. With, of course, the aftereffects of reality snapping back to consider, unintended consequences and all. Still, he had enough faith in himself to ride out whatever may happen as a result of his wish. The images that played through the Viewer on his own body didn't help in that regard, but those were fools, without his intellect or deviousness. He would manage.

More interesting though was these trials. Twenty one total, with themes and restrictions. Well, that shouldn't be too hard, and what was a few days in the thousand year lifespan of a Goa'uld? Death was more of a worry, without a sarcophagus to heal his wounds, but as long as it was only his host, he would be fine. He would just need to make sure that a new host was at hand, or else things could end very badly for him. Other than that, he was ready. If he had to kill, then so be it. he would do so without remorse and probably without pity. Whatever challenges came, he could face them.

He stood and listened to the rest of the group, self confidence evident in his posture, if not smugness. They were an amusing bunch, though all accepted in the end. Especially that Nobuo fellow. Then there was the other, the unknown one who has previously been generating fire, though she wasn't doing that now. He was intrigued by what she said, the casual assertion that she had lived for thousands of years and couldn't die to boot. That by itself wasn't incredibly unusual by Goa'uld standards, given Sarcophagus technology that could even bring back the recently deceased, and give them those thousand year long life spans like the one he enjoyed, but if he missed his guess she didn't have access to that. Namely because she didn't have the general signs that extended Sarcophagus use manifested, which either indicated that she had a similar technology without the side effects, or was actually immortal. That was worth some investigation later on, since such a Hok'tar would make a valuable host in the ruling of his future empire, even if she was a female.

Still, it looked like it was time for the master manipulator (As the one Goa'uld to actually understand what the word 'subtlety' meant), to get to business. "I, of course, accept your challenge. This may even be fun."
Well that, and the magic/enchanted weapons, etc.
I look forward to the inevitable discussion about people's weapons in the future.
Alex walked away, mentally counting down while tracking position in his head, at least until he was out of sight of Carton. Once he was, he moved into action, bursting into a run, his Justicar garb giving him right of way in comparison to, well, pretty much everyone. And he had to hurry, though he didn't know it. At the time, his motion was simply for the sake of making sure Carton didn't escape despite his attempts. Even if it involved barging into a restaurant to appropriate their sink for the long since dried mist on him.

"Excuse me," he said authoritatively as he moved into the kitchen, opening the faucet with cold water and dipping his face beneath to let the cool water wash over him. At that moment, Cole hit the trigger, and the mist caught alight in a burning, angry fire. It clawed at him, burned where the water had yet to reach, eliciting pained cries from the Justicar's lips as he twisted in motion, trying to douse the flames in the water. It didn't help that his front was on fire either, though the armor he wore helped there.

At last he pulled away, batting out what remnants of the flames lingered with a towel, though it earned him spots of pain from the wounds he had incurred, ash and flaking, burned skin staining the once clean towel. It hurt to breathe, to move, but he shed his garb and the others nearby helped him to stamp it out. It was there he decided to park it, figuring that an ambulance would show up for him soon. So he tried to not move and waited, battling the pain that coursed through him. Now he knew, Carton could not be trusted, and the next time, he would be ready for it.
Valtare shook his head yet again, wondering how much he might seem like a broken record. "Don't worry. Master Bane is going to tell them. You just stay here and rest." He stood up and got some blankets, laying them over her so she could rest and relax.

The two parents turned from the business that had been at hand to the sudden intrusion by Bane. Concern shone through on the King's face as Bane panted in front of him. "Yes, what about my daughter? Has she gotten in trouble again?"
Daniel glanced over as the waitress reappeared. "I am too," he added, and shifted to allow her to take away their cleaned plates and utensils. "No," he replied with a shake of his head ads to the question of if they needed anything else.

He shrugged at her question, working on an explanation before he began. "I mean, I guess you could think of it that way. I've just found that it's easier to do some things with magic than it is to do others. Like, Electricity, or teleportation. I actually don't really recommend that last one, unless you enjoy being unconscious." He didn't elaborate on hat point, but she could probably make some assumptions.

He seemed to agree with her next statement though and rose, waving his hand over a napkin. Where once white paper was, when it moved away she could see it as a few dollar bills, enough to cover their bill. "Come on, let's go," he said as he rose from his seat. "That won't last long." With Alex in tow, he left the restaurant and began moving away, looking for a safe spot to chat, maybe practice as well.
Heh. I actually like the length they go with. It makes sure things stay focused, without much pointless filler and let's them have cool special effects. It keeps it as much a human drama as it does an alien invasion show.
Love Person of Interest myself. Fringe is good too, if just for Walter Noble being a mad genius. Oh, and Falling Skies. So much better than your standard alien invasion show
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