ok, alien bad dude...

[scarabsuited]

WHO: The Negotiator, Jaime
WHERE: Wherever the Negotiator happens to be
WHEN: 1/17 evening
WARNINGS: Who knows even
SUMMARY: Uprooting bad seeds
FORMAT: No



[it's been way too quiet on the Negotiator front. Jaime's not sure if that's a good or bad thing.

maybe if he can somehow confirm the guy vanished without causing any harm, it'd be good! but only then. pretending the threats away was kid's stuff, and Jaime Reyes is no kid. not anymore.

he can't let the Reach get the one-up on him again.

Scarab has its nonexistent ear to the Network, trying to pick up the sound of the Negotiator's voice and track a device while giving Jaime eyes to scan the City below as he flies, seeking that familiarly alien signature...

at least there's only one of them this time.

Comments

[scarabsuited]

Doesn't change the fact you have a bad track record. [>:|] Pick it up here and it's gonna go nowhere fast. Doesn't take a superior alien brain to figure that one out, I hope.

[monopolyonsnark]

Of course not. It's evident that this new dimension requires different tactics.

[ His smug face shifts into a more threatening one.]

But if you intend to sabotage me simply out of suspicion, I will not hesitate to eliminate the problem. Do you understand, Reyes?

[scarabsuited]

Throwing threats like that around isn't exactly convincing me to trust you at all. You know that, right? [he squints. or do you not even care? most likely not, he thinks.

a little huff, hands in the air in a kind of whatever gesture, stepping back one.] But by all means, go on and do what you gotta do to take care of yourself. Without the evil plots and all, of course.

[monopolyonsnark]

Please. I don't expect you to trust me, merely stay out of my way. Keep out of my business and I will keep out of yours. [ He relaxes, slightly, and finally puts the book back in his bag.

He's still a bit huffy though.]

[scarabsuited]

[riiiiiight. Jaime makes a face, letting his hands drop.]

Here's hoping that's going to stay true enough for more than a week. [he starts turning, grimacing a little as he thinks about it. good luck? he's not sure he could stomach even saying that.

archenemies suck.

dialogue with them sucks, too. he's got no snappy closing lines, that's for sure. it's best to just leave the guy be, he decides, and makes his exit without any farewells or i'm watching yous. that goes without saying.]