Yeah, I know…. Our Librarian has an Eidatic memory. He still likes them, though to be fair I think he does because he tries to hide what he is. People with zero level banding tend to pretend they aren’t what they are to protect themselves.
[He says this softly, smiling a little more before nodding.]
So.
Cambridge State Mental Hospital, is what I was thinking about… It has a series of tunnels connecting buildings and a good estate. And it’s farther away than the Abbot Hospital.
[The tyrant nods, knowing a few mutants who know that area well. It would be easy to disguise himself as a simple business man, trying to build some dumb and contrite human thing.]
I’ll look into it first thing. You will have the deed to the location in a weeks time, or so I’m hoping. I don’t want to take too long with this, since you have waited long enough, my friend.
[Erik looks to the other, tipping his head a little.] You have my number and our business location. When we grow closer as business partners, I will show you our underground training facilities, which used to be our central base of operations.
I got some guys that are good with computers, too. If you can find a way t’ provide some kinda passcodes, they can get in faster. They don’t need it, but it’ll take time t’ hack in, even from a terminal inside.
[He lifts the glass of wine once more and takes a slow sip, humming at the flavor and rolling it around on his tongue for a moment before swallowing.]
It’s always hard t’ guess what people are gonna do… how they’re gonna respond to yer actions. There’s no way for you t’ know what’s gonna happen next. Expect the unexpected, I guess.
In a game of chess, you must know the opponents moves four steps in advanced. You must always be aware of just what strategies they could possibly be going through, and when you discover it, you must head it off while not revealing your own.
[Leaning back in his seat, a stream of smoke escaped his lips.]
Unless, that is the tactic you’re going for. But that’s getting far deep into things and what matters right now is keeping in time with Stark and SHIELD’s movements. If the Sentinels are moved, we can track their location. If they remain hidden, we can blow up a city or two to make them start shaking in their boots.
“Ah, time travel, best not to ask.” His smile flickers - he’s still pretty sure that Erik is fishing for details about time travel. (And not, you know, anything else.)
“Little offended at the implication that I’m a mess,” he adds jokingly, “- or, more of a mess than usual, at least.”
“You’re always a mess, Koschei. Though my mental desk is no less cluttered than yours, I imagine. I think that is what made us get along so well when things first really took off.”
It was a little painful to remember the times when he and Koschei actually pretended to like one another. The days where he and the Time Lord commiserated. He stopped himself before his thoughts drifted to the two of them in his office, lavishing Anya with love.
“We’re alike, in many ways.”
You have a suicide mission!
[she shouted and it echoed through the entire console room, down the halls and back like the entire ship was shouting at him.]You don’t…have to do that.
[And that is where she is right. He doesn’t have to. He needs to. So much has been done because of his time here in the future. There is no other way to make it right besides killing Charles and himself, making a clean slate and erasing his time line. It is not out of depression that he does it, but out of necessity. He cannot shake himself from his goal. Not when it means so much.]
… Yes, I do.
[And with that he leaves, making sure the TARDIS doesn’t have an opportunity to talk him out of it.]
((OOC: You realize that you’re suggesting sexual positions for your father to try, right?))
YOLO
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i do b/c i can ok
and why cant you do both? maybe she likes giving head
you’re so selfish
((OOC: You realize that you’re suggesting sexual positions for your father to try, right?))
