"You have reached Count Dooku. I regret that I am unavailable to answer your hail. Kindly leave a message, and I shall respond at the earliest opportunity."
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[Nnnope. Nope nope nope. Dooku deeply resents that this place has reduced him, the Heir of Serenno, to such poverty that a paltry million-dollar purchase is beyond his means. Back home, he was considered one of the wealthiest sapient beings in the Galaxy. But things are what they are, and he must simply make do.]
Perhaps I can help you another way. I know of an imPort who may be better positioned than I to... assist you with this purchase. I can arrange a connection between you, if you wish it.
And I imagine the most vocal of complaints come from those who wish to get away with their crimes. Or perhaps it is simply Olivier Armstrong who people believe is a bit too harsh? She does seem to be quite the merciless woman from my brief interaction with her. One has to wonder if a great deal of the criticism for RISE is due to her and not the actions taken by the organization as a whole.
It would hardly surprise me if that were the case. In fact, I would go so far to say that General Armstrong shares one of the weaknesses of your predecessor, Ambassador Revan.
I knew him, you see... before his departure. He was always a soldier before he was a politician. More at home fighting the Soviets than treating with the government. Armstrong is the same way, but she has been forced into the role of police. She acts as though to redefine her role to suit her experience, rather than the other way around.
Such an act may be her ultimate undoing. We need these military leaders in this world to fight the war at hand and fight the other battles we will surely face. But they both attempted to take on roles that are ill-suited to them. And while we will not have the opportunity with Revan unless he returns, perhaps Armstrong may be redirected toward a better path? One that better suits the scope of our plans.
A path which leads away from command of the team she founded? It may prove difficult to make her walk such a trail, m'lord. And General Armstrong is not someone to antagonize lightly.
She would have to be offered something like a promotion... an advancement beyond her current status, I think.
[There is a very long wait before Daryl's response came. He had to decide if he wanted the opportunity to stab the asshole or if he wanted to not alienate Dooku by stabbing someone he was obviously okay with. And of the two, Dooku, while not a good person, could prove a decent ally.]
That asshole can keep his money. We'll figure another way if you can't help.
I would rather prefer that Jesse Pinkman remain unharmed and without any sort of projectile between his eyes. Perhaps I can help resolve whatever issue there is between the two of you?
[Dooku can guess at what the issue is- Daryl has the same kind of presentation and attitude Carl does. Which means he could very well be part of the idiotic feud that has been interfering with the Count's plans since February.]
[Dooku might be at work or home when the invitation comes. But rather than any regular ol' mail handler, this one is a little different. The doorbell rings, or a slow, insistent knock lets out. Whenever Dooku does answer, he will find dear Sally standing before him, a knowing smile on blood red lips. She holds out a golden envelope with his name handwritten in careful, precise lettering, handing it over with that smile still in place.
And with that she turns, leaving Dooku with his invite. By the time he looks at what's in hand and back up to say something to Sally, though, she's vanished, leaving only the scent of cigarettes in her wake.]
Yes, naturally. Her pride would demand no less. Though such a thing wouldn't be terribly difficult. It does not take much to be above policing. Nearly anything in the military sense would be a promotion.
But such a thing can be discussed at a later point. I greatly look forward to working with you on this matter, Count Dooku. I truly do believe we can accomplish a great many things together.
[Within the day, March will receive a very nicely handwritten letter in reply, addressed to him at the Hotel Castile:]
Dear Mister March,
I thank you with warm gratitude and appreciation for your kind invitation to an evening at the Hotel Castile. I will be delighted to visit your fine establishment once more, and you may most certainly expect me in attendance. I shall notify you ahead of time if I bring any guests.
As do I. I will also look forward to our shared accomplishments... And I will be sure to tell my supporters that Ambassador Baelish is a gracious victor and a forward-looking leader.
If you know a scorpion's a scorpion and let him close enough to sting you, it's your own fault when he does. Ain't no safety in letting that asshole close.
Despite its menacing appearance, a scorpion rarely stings without cause. It strikes defensively, or in search of food. And it can be a powerful weapon, if handled correctly.
[Dooku wishes other people could be as reasonable and sensible as scorpions, really.]
Scorpion wants to get across a stream. It asks the frog for help. The frog says no, cause the scorpion'll sting it. Scorpion says it won't cause then they'd both drown. Frog thinks about it, agrees, and lets the scorpion ride it's back across the stream. Half-way across the scorpion fucking stings it. As they go down, the frog asks why. Scorpion says 'it's in my nature.'
That fucker already caused harm. For no reason then it was 'in his fucking nature'. He don't get another chance so shut up about it.
I and prefer people who already stabbed me in the back not being able to do it again. So you can take your disappointment and shove it right back up your ass. The only one being unreasonable here is you.
[Well, there went his attempt to keep in good with Dooku. He didn't expect the man would want anything to do with him now. Good job, Daryl. Good job.]
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