I was finally able to meet with Mr Foden, and I was accompanied by Mr Quan, who had his claws out at first--just in case. A bit more serious in personality and a Babbagian, Mr Foden is an airman with a squadron at his disposal, and has a bit of scripting experience under his belt. He showed me his gyropticon rings as a potential alternative energy source using kinetic energy...
His reason for joining Hidden Paw was simple, his dislike of humans and a touch of revenge...both motives I can understand. I decided to go ahead and take him on as a minion. We raised our glasses in a toast to our newest member of the organization: "Long live Hidden Paw! May it ever grow!"
His reason for joining Hidden Paw was simple, his dislike of humans and a touch of revenge...both motives I can understand. I decided to go ahead and take him on as a minion. We raised our glasses in a toast to our newest member of the organization: "Long live Hidden Paw! May it ever grow!"
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One minion is a servant, ma'am, but two minions are an insurrection waiting to happen.
*clears her throat*
I have THREE minions...
And you......advertise yourself? Allow people to read on your plans.
Incredible what one finds when one has returned from abroad.
I choose to remain "blog free". Much prefer to keep people on their toes, not knowing what to expect
Jobias Barthelmess
Three...hmmm. I suppose each could be suspicious of the others, thereby completing a perfect circle of paranoid loyalty. Until that fourth minion steps in and ruins everything...
*cackles a bit*
Now, now Mr Barthelmess, I have never made my plans truly evident within this aethernet journal.
If anything, others know that I, and my organization exist. As for my plans? They...have...no...idea...
How did your "stalking" of the Sheriff of Steelhead go btw? According to accounts I have read, you were a bit--ahem--less than successful. Do not criticize my actions if you can not manage to even get ONE MAN.
*grins, baring her fangs*
I have been away due to circumstances referred to as "Real Life". Also, seeing as how I've made no attempt to do anything, good or bad, towards the "Sheriff" of Steelhead, then I have neither succeeded nor failed.
But now, I'm currently busy. Back in the political game. Steeltopia Ambassador. Hmmmm....may have to see how far diplomatic immunity could carry me.
Ambassador Jobias Barthelmess
Oh, come now, Miss Jameson! Perhaps if my employer were human, I might take part in an insurrection, or possibly even lead it, but where else would I find another feline with her goals, let alone one with the intellect, skills, and ambition of the dear Doctor Alter? No, if there were an insurrection among her minions, I would be the one controlling the robo-kinetic devices that would keep the rebels at bay, if not holding a rifle to mask her escape, if one was needed. Apologies for the rant.
Well played, Mr. Foden! Keep up appearances of loyalty up until the very moment the knife blade slips between the shoulder blades. (Metaphorically speaking, that is.) That's certainly the line I'd take in public while still plotting to usurp my leader's position - if, of course, I were evil and scheming which, of course, I am not. :)
I realize that I will have to be careful from now on to check the door to my house for booby-trap wires. I wonder if a humble journalist can afford to hire a food taster...
As much as I do like discretion, I will use outright force to accomplish my goals most of the time. If I truly thought it in my best interests to destroy Doctor Alter, I would have by this point had my Nomads simply drop explosive devices of some sort on the laboratory. Or perhaps a mixture of discretion and agression... Possibly cake-related! Yes, I shall have to save that for when I have the meddling airfield owner trusting me...
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