[doesn't move, though he's sorely tempted to punch the Master for getting too close] Something like that, yeah. And I don't give a damn how you treat me, but you don't go near my team. You don't have any reason to anymore. Got it?
If they come near me of their own accord, I will do as I like - but I've no particular reason to initiate contact...
[the Master chuckles for a moment, then speaks lowly] Just remember, Mr. Hunt... in accepting this? You work for me, now. You obey my orders as I give them, should I need to.
[glowers at him, arms still crossed] We'll see how well that works. Boss or not, I'm still the Gene Genie and I do what I want, how I want it. That's not bloody well going to change.
[pats him on the shoulder] I don't care how you go about my orders. If there's someone I want locked away, and there is legal reason for you to do it, as long as the person is caught... it makes no difference to me.
[he draws his hand away] My sincerest apologies. It's a bit of a habit.
[he crosses his arms] For now, I'm still monitoring individuals here. You'd be wise to do the same. Any trouble you get into, especially regarding the other people who can reach this place, I want to know about.
Another issue I need to address. Our... realities. You've obviously some of mine in yours. Depending on things, it could be very counterproductive. There is a virus in my reality, airborne, that turns things into those cheetahs - as you are aware of.
If it infects you, you shall be of no use to me. It affects the human body incredibly fast, and while changed humans make for excellent pets and fighters, they've little use in the means of... civil service. Should any area of your reality change to where it is more savanna like than anything else, avoid it. Keep your men from it as well.
[watches him quietly, thinking] Assuming your reality and mine keep merging -- and I'm hoping they don't, because I rather hate you -- what's to say my reality won't override yours and the virus or whatever the bloody hell it is becomes ineffective?
I think we should start meeting in person, at least for information, situation updates, and so I can give you orders. It's much too easy to be seen speaking together here.
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[he smirks] You've made a wise choice, Mr. Hunt. I treat my allies very well, provided they remain useful to me.
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[the Master chuckles for a moment, then speaks lowly] Just remember, Mr. Hunt... in accepting this? You work for me, now. You obey my orders as I give them, should I need to.
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[glowers at him, arms still crossed] We'll see how well that works. Boss or not, I'm still the Gene Genie and I do what I want, how I want it. That's not bloody well going to change.
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[pats him on the shoulder] I don't care how you go about my orders. If there's someone I want locked away, and there is legal reason for you to do it, as long as the person is caught... it makes no difference to me.
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[he crosses his arms] For now, I'm still monitoring individuals here. You'd be wise to do the same. Any trouble you get into, especially regarding the other people who can reach this place, I want to know about.
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You'll also refer to me by a proper name. If you don't wish to use 'Master', 'Mr. Seta' works just as well.
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[he then steps away and paces]
Another issue I need to address. Our... realities. You've obviously some of mine in yours. Depending on things, it could be very counterproductive. There is a virus in my reality, airborne, that turns things into those cheetahs - as you are aware of.
If it infects you, you shall be of no use to me. It affects the human body incredibly fast, and while changed humans make for excellent pets and fighters, they've little use in the means of... civil service. Should any area of your reality change to where it is more savanna like than anything else, avoid it. Keep your men from it as well.
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[watches him quietly, thinking] Assuming your reality and mine keep merging -- and I'm hoping they don't, because I rather hate you -- what's to say my reality won't override yours and the virus or whatever the bloody hell it is becomes ineffective?
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[he then grins, exposing his fangs] Unless you want a set of these and the eyes to match.
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[quirks a brow] Not really, no.
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I think we should start meeting in person, at least for information, situation updates, and so I can give you orders. It's much too easy to be seen speaking together here.
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