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[after spending the last few days either holed up in his office or beating the crap out of baddies (more so than usual, really), Gene has retreated to the Astral Plane where he may or may not be looking over a letter that may or may not be from Sam that may or may not have actually been written by Gene to fool his CID. it's half-finished and, after a moment, the Guv scowls and balls it up, tossing it away]

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I've broken out of prisons before. Your threat doesn't intimidate me in the least.

[he purrs for a moment]

Now, can't we have a civil discussion, hmm?

Last time we tried that you had me drop a kid off a roof, you ponce bastard.

Would you have preferred I made you slit his throat? Carve out his heart? There are many ways to kill a person, after all - and in fact, I gave you the one that technically lets you off a bit. You didn't kill him. Hitting the ground did.

[he waves a gloved hand as if to dispel the air]

I've no such goals as of this moment, Mr. Hunt, I give you my word.

I'd have preferred to not up and kill the bloke. I'm not a bloody murderer! Who the hell do you think you are, playing with lives like that?

[is seriously contemplating punching you, Master]

Your word's about as good as a poofter at a strip club.

If you consider free will into the business - you still aren't a murderer. Now, need I state it? I am the Master. Such things are within my power and I've free range to use them as I like.

[here he chuckles again - wtf why is he in a good mood]

My word is worth a good deal more than that. I pride myself on keeping it.

Not on me you bloody well don't!

[snorts]I'll believe it when I see it.

You're much better when acting of your own volition anyway.

Oh? Is that a challenge, Mr. Hunt?

If I'd been acting on my own, that kid wouldn't have died.

Not much of one if it's involving you, you ponce.

No, he would have been crippled - and since I've seen you under my control and acting on your own, I can now accurately state which I enjoy more.

[here he growls, and he moves forward, into Gene's personal space]

Try me. I think you may end up surprised.

Crippled is still alive. You didn't have to make me drop him off the side of a bloody building!

[stands as tall as he can, glaring and puffing out his chest] You wanna take on the big boys? Fine.

He would be bled to death before anyone found him. We only made it quicker for him.

[and he does the same, growling lowly as well - it's good to have an opponent the same height, its almost a level playing field]

I'm always up for a challenge.

That's bullshit and you know it.

[your growl does not intimidate Gene, Master. so he lights a cig and blows smoke in your face]

Fine, then. What're your terms?

Believe what delusions you will.

[his eyes go almost entirely black, and he growls again]

Are you so certain you want me deciding? Here I thought you'd love to have the control. Set things up so you could prove me wrong?

They aren't delusions, you nonce.

[smirks and takes a long draw]

I don't need to set it up to prove you wrong you right bastard.

No one would have found him up there, and you know it.

[he laughs]

Just like I've no need to cheat to prove myself right.

I'd have carried him down you div.

[pffts]

Right. So what do you suggest?

So you say.

[he muses for a few moments]

I doubt most of the things I can suggest you'd willingly do. ...How about something you feel you've the advantage on, Mr. Hunt?

[frowns, crossing his arms over his chest] I bet I could drink you under the table.

[he grins widely, flashing his fangs]

I accept the challenge. I could beat you without even trying.

I'd like to see you try.

When?

Tomorrow works as well as any other day.

[and here he steps away, but still keeps his overall pose and stance]

Tomorrow. I'll find you, Mr. Hunt, then we'll see which of us is right or wrong.

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