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"New subordinates are always welcome... perhaps I should establish a more formal command chain."
"I had heard... created by a man obsessed with ink images printed on processed trees. A most primitive art form, no doubt the work of humans."
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IRONY!
"What good are subordinates when any number of them may well be plotting your downfall even as we speak?"
edited 15th Apr '11 2:31:03 PM by Deadbeatloser22
"Yup. That tasted purple.""Oh, you have no idea. And all he ever did was rant and rant about how one character wasn't talking right, or if the writer said the same sentence more than once, and all the while people watched his 'reviews' like it was milk from teat of a divine cow. No matter what he said." Mechakara internally berated himself for his own griping.
And a Strange Figure Emerges.For just a second, what might have been a frown flickered on Azula's face, but it was just as quickly gone, and she resumed her normal very faint smile. "Of course, General. Well, don't let me get in your way. I'll just sit back down...let you do your WORK." She moved back to her seat and settled into it, getting comfortable, watching Zod as he went.
Easing back into life one step at a time"Do not worry, Mr. Percer." Azula sat back, crossing her ankles and folding her hands in her lap, taking on a slightly more regal appearence. "I am sure when the General is done with his tasks, we will speak further on this matter." She smiled back at him. "Thank you for your consideration, though."
Azula then nodded to Harry as well. "Of course I am. Do not worry, I am just fine."
edited 15th Apr '11 2:51:40 PM by MystyGlyttyr
Easing back into life one step at a timeGained Another Minion, Zod?
—A split-second data blurt came with that sentence, directed at Mechakara.—
-# You Should Be In Command Of This Group.#-
"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."—The Decepticon cycled the inner workings of his servos to cover the nanosecond long blurt.—
-#Subvert The Female.#-
edited 15th Apr '11 2:58:55 PM by Colonial1.1
"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."Mechakara put his hands behind his head and pushed his head forward, disguising a nod to say he had harbored such thoughts from the start. He pushed his head back, and it made a clicking sound just long enough for his response.
-# "This 'firebender' is valueable. A force for offense and defence, and an insight into the workings of forces that some call magic. Will be interacting and analyzing frequently."#-
And a Strange Figure Emerges.-Horrible sat in his lair, pondering over his work while his perpetually-damp henchman ran around, collecting schematics and offering constructive criticism and support. As he was fiddling with a mass calibrator for his latest project, the old, half-built communication array on the other side of his desk started whining. Moist winced and clapped his hands over his ears. -
"What is that?"
-Horrible span his chair around and wheeled over, twisting the dials-
"No idea. I think we're picking up some sort of static... can't understand it. It's really garbled."
-&^"I...should be...^~#...in command... &/%£
"What?"
#@%...firebender-+?&$
-Horrible thumped his fist on the desk, his brain making a few not-too-logical jumps during the course of overhearing the transmission-
"I knew there was something going on! Knew it! She's been acting strange ever since she met Zod!"
"Are you sure? I mean..."
-Moist cut off as, yet again, Horrible's supernatural backing track started up-
"Something dark and terrible is going on, I fear,"
"Betrayal and espionage I've happened to overhear..."
-Horrible turn and stood, striding purposefully around the room as he sung. Moist tried to interrupt him-
"I mean, that could have been anything-"
"A dozen different warlords want to rule this mess..."
"And of them all, despite his faults, the General seems the best!..."
"But now, this witch, this 'firebender', this fiery seductress..."
"Doc, don't you think you might have misunderstood?"
"She always seemed... suspicious... of that I must confess..."
-the tempo and volume of the music, and Horrible's voice, picked up-
"But now I have my chance!"
"And now, I'll stop her plans!"
"And then I'll sit at Zod's right hand!"
"And soon... I'll rule the land!"
"Umm... but how?"
"I'll... get to that later."
"But now, I have my chance!"
-Horrible held the last note as the music crescendoed and then died down. Musical number over, he sat back down-
"How was that?"
"Pretty good. You getting back to your project?"
"I've got more important matter to deal with than that! Weren't you listening to the song?"
"Well yes, but..."
"Just get me the data analysis of the tests I performed when I first met her."
-Moist sighs-
"Sure thing."
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.

"Surrounded by allies... so I was yesterday, and the day before."