In the last update, Scaglietti's last line was read by DBZ Abridged!Freeza.
I'm sort of writing the doctor as two parts scientist, one part Chairman Kaga, a part and a half batshit, and however many parts worth of canon mannerisms took from a watching or two of StrikerS. Not sure if it's quite right.
CD: Who's caught? I've got him precisely where I want him! ^^
Dartz: :3
If you have to ask, I'm doing it right.
**********CRAP IN A BUCKET AND CALL IT GRANDMA! THIS IS BAD!
Before Scaglietti could start in again, I interjected. "...and that is exactly why I did it." A beat later, I continued, not having been killed doing wonders for my confidence. "I needed to get in contact with you. Simply sending you a message wouldn't work, as I'm sure the Enforcers are constantly on the lookout for you, and anybody connected to you. I'd just get myself imprisoned if I did that."
Why was it so hard to avoid that pun?
"I couldn't get to you physically, since I don't know precisely where this lab is. Even if I did, I doubt I could get to it... and even if THAT happened, why would you let me in to talk?" I chuckled a bit, tilting my head. "It's not like you've put out a welcome mat."
Sobering up, I kept going. "Contacting Due wouldn't work out, either. I know some of the faces she'll use on her mission, but I don't know which one she's using right now, or where she's posted at this stage of the game. Even if I did know who to contact, and could get to her, what could she do? Blowing her cover would earn me no favors."
"That left me only one plan with any real chance of success- putting together a message that your Flawless Secretary" -I said, emphasizing the capital letters on those two words- "would notice, and pass on to you. More than that, the message had to be interesting enough that you couldn't ignore it, mysterious enough to prevent you from killing me out of hand, and generic enough to slip past the Enforcers and the High Council."
As I swallowed, licking my now-dry lips, I sort of expected the Doctor would take a few seconds to process all that. If he did, he was covering it with laughter.
"Very logical, Mister Prefect! A good plan!" I could actually hear the bastard applauding me through the link. Really? Did you have to do that? As the applause died out, I felt somebody put a hand on my back- must be Tre- and give me a fairly rough shove forward... not that I went anywhere.
OWWW!!! WHY DON'T THE BINDS MOVE?! WHY DO THEY BURN!??
"...but irrelevant."
PAIN! PAIN!
"I believe, Mister Prefect, we were discussing your unfortunate habit of distributing information I'd really rather keep private. Now before you die, would you like to explain why you did something so foolish?"
I was rather busy gasping for breath, but managed to croak out a response. "Wanted... to live... ...long enough to... make proposal. Benefit ...us both. ...needed insurance. "
To my relief, the Doctor remained silent for a time. To my greater relief, Tre didn't take the opportunity to do any more damage to my favorite body, giving me the chance to catch my breath, compose my thoughts a bit, and attempt to change the course of the interrogation.
"I give my word of honor that I never intended for the devices you found to actually transmit their contents. I set them up so that you would have a reason to let me live long enough to make my proposal, and a reason to let me go afterwards. My intent is, and always was, to deactivate them after speaking to you, Doctor, whether or not you agreed to my proposal."
The next thing I knew, I was looking at the shocked face of Tre, a display full of medical data hovering in her field of view. "...you're serious."
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
I'm sort of writing the doctor as two parts scientist, one part Chairman Kaga, a part and a half batshit, and however many parts worth of canon mannerisms took from a watching or two of StrikerS. Not sure if it's quite right.
CD: Who's caught? I've got him precisely where I want him! ^^
Dartz: :3
If you have to ask, I'm doing it right.
**********CRAP IN A BUCKET AND CALL IT GRANDMA! THIS IS BAD!
Before Scaglietti could start in again, I interjected. "...and that is exactly why I did it." A beat later, I continued, not having been killed doing wonders for my confidence. "I needed to get in contact with you. Simply sending you a message wouldn't work, as I'm sure the Enforcers are constantly on the lookout for you, and anybody connected to you. I'd just get myself imprisoned if I did that."
Why was it so hard to avoid that pun?
"I couldn't get to you physically, since I don't know precisely where this lab is. Even if I did, I doubt I could get to it... and even if THAT happened, why would you let me in to talk?" I chuckled a bit, tilting my head. "It's not like you've put out a welcome mat."
Sobering up, I kept going. "Contacting Due wouldn't work out, either. I know some of the faces she'll use on her mission, but I don't know which one she's using right now, or where she's posted at this stage of the game. Even if I did know who to contact, and could get to her, what could she do? Blowing her cover would earn me no favors."
"That left me only one plan with any real chance of success- putting together a message that your Flawless Secretary" -I said, emphasizing the capital letters on those two words- "would notice, and pass on to you. More than that, the message had to be interesting enough that you couldn't ignore it, mysterious enough to prevent you from killing me out of hand, and generic enough to slip past the Enforcers and the High Council."
As I swallowed, licking my now-dry lips, I sort of expected the Doctor would take a few seconds to process all that. If he did, he was covering it with laughter.
"Very logical, Mister Prefect! A good plan!" I could actually hear the bastard applauding me through the link. Really? Did you have to do that? As the applause died out, I felt somebody put a hand on my back- must be Tre- and give me a fairly rough shove forward... not that I went anywhere.
OWWW!!! WHY DON'T THE BINDS MOVE?! WHY DO THEY BURN!??
"...but irrelevant."
PAIN! PAIN!
"I believe, Mister Prefect, we were discussing your unfortunate habit of distributing information I'd really rather keep private. Now before you die, would you like to explain why you did something so foolish?"
I was rather busy gasping for breath, but managed to croak out a response. "Wanted... to live... ...long enough to... make proposal. Benefit ...us both. ...needed insurance. "
To my relief, the Doctor remained silent for a time. To my greater relief, Tre didn't take the opportunity to do any more damage to my favorite body, giving me the chance to catch my breath, compose my thoughts a bit, and attempt to change the course of the interrogation.
"I give my word of honor that I never intended for the devices you found to actually transmit their contents. I set them up so that you would have a reason to let me live long enough to make my proposal, and a reason to let me go afterwards. My intent is, and always was, to deactivate them after speaking to you, Doctor, whether or not you agreed to my proposal."
The next thing I knew, I was looking at the shocked face of Tre, a display full of medical data hovering in her field of view. "...you're serious."
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.