Covert Operation: Santas Of The Darknessthe_measurersDecember 25 2010, 09:07:06 UTC
Time to show a little steel.
The best time to catch your targets is when they touch down for a cigarette or bathroom break. They're not expecting you. It'll be too easy really. Just don't draw a lot of attention to yourself.
After that, your target may have had a schedule to follow. For some of you, that might have included handing out toys. Whoo boy. You sure signed up for that part.
Anyway, regardless of what you've been doing up until then, at midnight all the important people get their presents. That means it's time to go down the specially widened chimney, flashing your ID card at the scanner at the bottom. Your targets are probably asleep and unawares....
[OOC: As this part takes some time, feel free to handwave any part of it.]
you're as cuddly as a cactus you're as charming as a...well you kindof *are* an eelthe_measurersDecember 28 2010, 21:04:02 UTC
Disappointed, but knowing this was part of the ritual, the child crossed her little arms. "Ooookaaaay...Is you ok mister Senter Klaus? Does you need to go poop?"
You're a black banana with a~ greasy black peeeeeeeeeeeeeelbaalsyDecember 28 2010, 21:14:43 UTC
Ba'al clenched his jaw, but forced his face into something approximating a smile, thinking about how difficult life would be if he let slip this act. Of course, that didn't mean he wanted it to go on any longer than he had to, but...
"No, I do not need that," he said, sugar coating his words with as much saccharine good humor as he could muster in the current situation and set the child back down on the floor. "You should return to your bed."
You're a monster, Mister Ba'al~allflashnophotoDecember 29 2010, 08:59:23 UTC
He'd been quite lenient thus far - positively humane, in fact, an idea which disgusted him even more than the occasionally stray thought of O'Neill - but Ba'al had his limits, and they'd just been reached. He was the last surviving System Lord, the only one to be smart and quick-witted and flexible enough to survive in a galaxy increasingly dominated by Tau'ri and humans. He had resources at his command; he had secrets and weapons stashed away that not even his followers and aides and Jaffa knew of. He had plans, and none of them involved reading a story to a little girl.
"You really should be getting up to bed little, ah, girl," he said, thinking quickly. "It will be morning shortly, and you don't want to be sleepy, now, do you?"
'Not if I end your pathetic life first,' he muttered under his breath, but raised an eyebrow. Most human children would have thrown fits long ago. This one stayed logical. A small, quickly-silenced part of him registered its state of being impressed.
"Ah, but if you do not go to bed and sleep, I may have to take these presents back."
The child, though shaking with fear of losing her presents, was either overcome by curiosity or decided to call his bluff. Perhaps it was both. "H-How's you gonna get them back up the chimbley?" She referred to the series of hooks for the heavy presents. A bit of a chore getting them down. Hours to bring them back up.
Seemingly bested, the child had one last card to play. Her eyes began to water and she stomped her little foot, though the sound was swallowed by the fluffiness of her footies and the carpet. "I...want...a...bedtime...stooooorryyyyy..." And lo was there tears and mucus.
Not knowing if there were others in the house, and not wanting to deal with this anymore, Ba'al sighed. "All right! I'll tell you a bedtime story if you will cease your noise."
He escorted the little girl back up the stairs, and waited with increasing levels of irritation while she got herself situated in bed before pulling a pink, flowers-covered chair over and sitting himself down with as much dignity that he could muster. Which, admittedly, wasn't much, but he did what he could.
Deciding on a story to tell had been much easier, by contrast. While his formative years had been spent learning the histories and literature of the Goa'uld, Ba'al thought that perhaps something more self-aggrandizing and catered to his own experiences would better serve to prepare this girl for the inevitable day when he would become the power in this and every universe.
The child nodded off, sucking her thumb and dreaming of sparkly gods.
The wife, passed out from the night's eggnog he would not find much of a challenge, if he chose to even bother. The upstairs guest bedroom though...
There was a quickpatter of sounds, telltale squeaking of bedsprings. A continual dribble of bored sounding dirty talk in Fay'lia could also be heard, that lilting, musical tongue that made even such vulgarities sound beautiful.
Was it opportunity that drove Ba'al up there or mere perversion?
Ba'al did bother, actually; a hand over the mouth, a quick drawing of the blade across the wife's throat, that was all it took. He was angry after enduring such humiliation, and thought that perhaps a little adversity would give the bratty, too-smart-for-her-own-good female human child some real character.
He'd been about to leave, hand resting on the banister, when he heard the noise. The thing they'd put in his ear was working today, and he smirked as he turned toward the sound of the voice, moving as quietly as he could toward the room. Perhaps there would be something worth his while here after all.
Pushing the door open quietly, he paused for a minute in the doorway, the smirk curling wider across his face, before making two quick steps across the room and pressing a hand to her mouth. "Well, well," Ba'al said, in the deep, flanged symbiote voice as his eyes flashed golden. "What do we have here?"
The woman was resolute, strangely unconcerned as the hand clamped over her mouth. She breathed sharp but steady. Her eyes were wide but curious, not frightened. What was he going to do? That was unknown but she knew that wherever, whoever, she would land in the favor of the person who was destined to rise.
The Fay'lia, however...his antennae rose on his forehead, his gray skin flushed red, and he dived for something on the bedroom table.
It's them! He thought. The terrorists have found me. Well they won't kill me without a fight... Time stood in slow motion as he lunged for his manipulation aparratus...
Ba'al had drawn his dagger again; the blade gleamed dully in the low light of the room. It was currently pointed at the back of the Fay'lian official.
"You should know," Ba'al said, sounding almost bored, "That this knife is quite sharp - if I make but the tiniest motion with my wrist, it can slide through your flesh without any resistance, and you will be dead before you even know you have been stabbed. So I ask you... will you please refrain from using whatever it was you were trying to locate and clothe yourself? I have no desire to see you without."
He turned his attention back to the young woman for a moment. "You are not going to do something exceptionally stupid, like scream, are you?"
The Fay'lia trembled, move slowly away on the bed and wrapped himself in a blanket. He could see there was still blood on that blade. This gler'aiful was not bluffing.
"What is it you want? I'll give you whatever it is!"
Unable to understand either of them, the woman watched them both curiously, seeming not scared at all or embarrassed by her nudity. She was trying to figure out which one would win this little exchange. She already had a bit of an idea.
The best time to catch your targets is when they touch down for a cigarette or bathroom break. They're not expecting you. It'll be too easy really. Just don't draw a lot of attention to yourself.
After that, your target may have had a schedule to follow. For some of you, that might have included handing out toys. Whoo boy. You sure signed up for that part.
Anyway, regardless of what you've been doing up until then, at midnight all the important people get their presents. That means it's time to go down the specially widened chimney, flashing your ID card at the scanner at the bottom. Your targets are probably asleep and unawares....
[OOC: As this part takes some time, feel free to handwave any part of it.]
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"No, I do not need that," he said, sugar coating his words with as much saccharine good humor as he could muster in the current situation and set the child back down on the floor. "You should return to your bed."
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"You really should be getting up to bed little, ah, girl," he said, thinking quickly. "It will be morning shortly, and you don't want to be sleepy, now, do you?"
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"Ah, but if you do not go to bed and sleep, I may have to take these presents back."
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He escorted the little girl back up the stairs, and waited with increasing levels of irritation while she got herself situated in bed before pulling a pink, flowers-covered chair over and sitting himself down with as much dignity that he could muster. Which, admittedly, wasn't much, but he did what he could.
Deciding on a story to tell had been much easier, by contrast. While his formative years had been spent learning the histories and literature of the Goa'uld, Ba'al thought that perhaps something more self-aggrandizing and catered to his own experiences would better serve to prepare this girl for the inevitable day when he would become the power in this and every universe.
"I will tell you the story of the Clever God and the Stupid Tau'ri," he said. And he did.
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The wife, passed out from the night's eggnog he would not find much of a challenge, if he chose to even bother. The upstairs guest bedroom though...
There was a quickpatter of sounds, telltale squeaking of bedsprings. A continual dribble of bored sounding dirty talk in Fay'lia could also be heard, that lilting, musical tongue that made even such vulgarities sound beautiful.
Was it opportunity that drove Ba'al up there or mere perversion?
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He'd been about to leave, hand resting on the banister, when he heard the noise. The thing they'd put in his ear was working today, and he smirked as he turned toward the sound of the voice, moving as quietly as he could toward the room. Perhaps there would be something worth his while here after all.
Pushing the door open quietly, he paused for a minute in the doorway, the smirk curling wider across his face, before making two quick steps across the room and pressing a hand to her mouth. "Well, well," Ba'al said, in the deep, flanged symbiote voice as his eyes flashed golden. "What do we have here?"
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The Fay'lia, however...his antennae rose on his forehead, his gray skin flushed red, and he dived for something on the bedroom table.
It's them! He thought. The terrorists have found me. Well they won't kill me without a fight... Time stood in slow motion as he lunged for his manipulation aparratus...
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Ba'al had drawn his dagger again; the blade gleamed dully in the low light of the room. It was currently pointed at the back of the Fay'lian official.
"You should know," Ba'al said, sounding almost bored, "That this knife is quite sharp - if I make but the tiniest motion with my wrist, it can slide through your flesh without any resistance, and you will be dead before you even know you have been stabbed. So I ask you... will you please refrain from using whatever it was you were trying to locate and clothe yourself? I have no desire to see you without."
He turned his attention back to the young woman for a moment. "You are not going to do something exceptionally stupid, like scream, are you?"
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"What is it you want? I'll give you whatever it is!"
Unable to understand either of them, the woman watched them both curiously, seeming not scared at all or embarrassed by her nudity. She was trying to figure out which one would win this little exchange. She already had a bit of an idea.
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