[The lights, the flashes, they all felt familiar, even if he didn't really know any of these games except the card ones. Ambassador just wished he'd brought booze, because then he could stay down here much longer. It was far better than his little house, which had yet to reflect the opulence of the place in his dreams. One day it would. He was working on it very, very slowly.
Seeing movement out of the corner of his eye, Ambassador promptly turned. In the past he would have made sure the aliens were winning first, but that had changed since Apostle killed him. Death shifted his priorities. Though, all things considered, it was a very small shift. He'd always believed in keeping himself safe and unharmed.]
Fred! My good Fred! Over here, yes? Unless you are seeing something that looks appealing!
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Date: 2010-11-30 08:36 pm (UTC)Seeing movement out of the corner of his eye, Ambassador promptly turned. In the past he would have made sure the aliens were winning first, but that had changed since Apostle killed him. Death shifted his priorities. Though, all things considered, it was a very small shift. He'd always believed in keeping himself safe and unharmed.]
Fred! My good Fred! Over here, yes? Unless you are seeing something that looks appealing!