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So. The way I understand it, I've been out of commission a couple days thanks to some sodding bastard who decided my arm was a tea time snack. As such, I come back to find my DI in battle with something that can't possibly exist. So what I want to know is, where are those damn twins and that Goddamn Frenchie bastard? I've got some unfinished business.

And Tyler, I expect my things sooner rather than later. Get your ass moving.

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[sarcastically!] You're welcome.

What the hell did you do to me?

We revived you from death.

At what cost? Tyler said he's working for you now. What's that supposed to mean? And he said there were differences, so what the hell did you do to me you lousy pieces of shit?

You're so thankful! You know it usually takes a lot longer to revive someone but we pulled out all the stops for you! Sam works for us now, yes~ His first assignment is coming up. And well...when people are revived, we can't out everything back the way it was exactly.

[and yeah, Gene is angry for them involving Sam, so he steps forward and grabs one -- doesn't know nor care which, really -- and yanks them close, surprised by the weight -- and the fact he can lift it easier than he remembers being able to do so] You listen here you piece of shit! Tyler is my DI and I don't remember giving him permission to work for anyone else! I'm not letting him 'work' for anyone on my behalf, are we understood? [shoves the twin away from him, glaring] So what didn't I get put back, you bleedin' bastards?

[the Twins glare and stand closer together and this time much farther from Gene] Sam agreed! A deal is a deal! And geez, we're not going to hurt him. We just want some help around the shop. He gets paid and everything. [cheeky grin] We're not slave drivers. Anyway...some of your memories might be foggy. And we kinda tweaked a few things here and there. And... [>_> not mentioning the blood]

He agreed because he's a bloody moron, you useless gits! [have a massive glare] And you could have him picking daisies in the park and I'd still call bullshit on your claim, you little shits! [sooo angry] And I remember shit just fine, Goddamnit! What the hell else did you do?

[bliiiink] You sure you remember everything? You might not notice if you forgot. And we just fiddling with your physical settings. [take out a clipboard] Standard procedure. We flushed your body of diseases - your lungs were a mess and don't get us started on the rest - and increased your natural strength, endurance, all that.

Of course I remember! I've got everything right up he -- [cuts himself off as he taps his skull, frowning, because, wait...why did he join the force again? and shit, his wife's favourite colour, what was it again? how long had he been married for, anyway?] ...you...! [aaand grabs at them again, lunging across the space between] You put me back the way I was you bleedin' bastards! I don't want your damned charity, give me my memories back! Those were my lungs, you little shits!

[eeek, pop out of reach and pop back onto the plane behind him] Trying to kill us while asking questions is counterproductive! The memories can come back! That's up to you, though. You just have to reorient yourself. And too bad. Your lungs are better now. We're not diseaseing up a new body for you.

So I heard you died.

I'm so disappointed someone else got to you first.

Don't get into a fight with him again. And for Christ's sake, he's not French. Does the accent not give him away?

I'm not trying to kill you you sodding little bastards. I'm trying to wring your necks! [glares] Reorient myself? And how the bloody hell am I supposed to do that? You should have just brought me back the way -- new body? What do you mean, new body?

I'd be more than obliged to give you a chance to see what it was like, you little shit.

I'm not going to, you pansy ass. And he's French because he's a bleedin' faerie with that poofter 'beard' of his, not for where he's from. I'm not stupid, Tyler.

That sounds like trying to us! [pout] Well, just...go about your life like you normally do. And maybe talk to others about your life and see if they can fill in anything or jog memories. And uhm, well. It's pretty hard to use the old body, so...

So you're just going to sit down to tea with him and ask about his mother?

Really, Guv? You're very deceptive, then.

Stop moving and it won't be trying, you bleedin' faeries. [huff huff angar] I'm not gonna run around asking other people about my life, especially when they've got no reason to know a damn bit about it. Gene Hunt doesn't need help remembering his past, damnit. I don't do hand-outs. [looong breath, then snatches for one of them again] My 'old body' was just fine, you sodding freaks! So what, you're saying I'm not even me anymore? Bullshit!

[manage to avoid him this time and glare] Stop that! [cross their arms] Fine then! You figure out how to get your memories back and you can stay in that body, which, by the way, is your old body more or less so you're welcome.

I will, damnit. And I heard that! What the hell did you do to my body that you aren't telling me, you Goddamn freaks?

I haven't decided yet, Tyler. So shut it.

[smacks him upside the head]

[both grin wickedly] We guess you'll find out soon enough~ [and drop off the plane 8D]

Always going in with well-thought out plans, that's our Guv.

You mean you want to get in another fight and show everyone you fight like a queer?

[just sort of smirks at him, turning away -- then turns around and takes a heavy swing at him, his movements faster than before thanks to the Twins' adjustments] I'm not a Goddamned poof!

Again: shut it, Tyler.

I can always look forwards to such eloquent banter with you, can't I, Guv?

You can look forward to my boot up your ass if you keep it up, Gladys.

I'm terrified by the prospect, sir.

[ooc; just not that Sam's original snarky reply was "I dream of it every night," and then he thought better of it.]

[just slightly surprised]

... You're back.

Damn straight you are.

[*snorts* Good for you, Sam. Gene'd have a field day. (I dream of Genie with the camel hair coat~)]

Takes more than one bleedin' bastard to keep the Gene Genie down, you piece of shit.

[puts a hand over his mouth and turns his head away to stop from outright laughing]

[he growls]

I see you learned nothing.

[Didn't see it coming so takes the full hit. Stumbles back and then glares at him, rubbing his cheek.] FUCK! You really must be if you go that far to defend yourself!

I see you're just as ugly as I remember. [crosses his arms]

Do you want a repeat performance, hmmm?

No. But I figured you'd like a friendly heads up that I'm back.

[have a smug look, Agito] No. I just wanted to punch you in the face, you lousy piece of shit.

[Please direct your view to the icon.]

I would have caught your scent eventually.

You're doing that freaky thing again there, luv.

[a bit of a growl]

I'm afraid that is nothing I can control. As I've said, virus in the system. I've unfortunately been stuck with changed biology.

Right. And Gladys there can fly. [shrugs] Even if it were true -- and I doubt it is, because viruses don't do that -- it doesn't make you any less a freak, there. [he's really not trying to pick a fight this time, I swear!]

It isn't a virus from Earth. As I've told you, I am not human. The fact that I killed you in the way that I did ought to have been an indication, as that is something most human beings cannot do.

[he calms himself down as quickly as possible, taking on a neutral sort of expression]

Along with it comes increased aggression, and it is rather a pity that I couldn't keep my temper.

Yeah. About that. [narrows his eyes, very Not Happy with the Master] Did you really have to bloody well eat me, you right bastard? I hope you got indigestion. [this is totally Gene's way of dealing with his death, and it's not the healthiest way to do it. but he's Gene, so.] Too bad you didn't choke -- woulda served ya right, you piece of shit.

[ooc: Thank you for the heads up! I'll scurry on over there~]

[a bit of a disgusted look] You tasted like cancer and cheap booze. It wasn't so much indigestion as regret.

[he keeps the calm he's established, like a good kitty]

I don't particularly like eating humans, I assure you. I've simply gotten used to it. Being trapped on a planet where there isn't any source of natural prey due to overhunting tends to cause the predators to turn to alternatives.

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