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Review of chapter "Chapter Fifteen" from eriktheviking
Review:
That poor reality. Xander the chaos mage.
Review By [eriktheviking] • Date [23 May 13] • Rating [9 out of 10]
Review of chapter "Chapter Fourteen" from (Recent Donor)nerfherder
Review:
Slow start but fuuuuny! Will you be concentrating on one or both plots?
Comments from author:
depends on how it flows. At the moment we're trying to do both.
Review By [(Recent Donor)nerfherder] • Date [23 May 13] • Rating [9 out of 10]
Review of chapter "Chapter Fourteen" from Bobboky
Review:
Nice
Review By [Bobboky] • Date [21 May 13] • Not Rated
Review of chapter "Chapter Nine" from Genuka
Review:
Just waiting on your post of ch. 15

Just in case you missed my edit in the last review here it is again:


[[[Begin ch.15 portion by Manchester edited by Genuka]]]


Just about any idle observer relaxing sometime after noon on one of the century-old cast iron benches overlooked during the scrap drives of World War II while watching a mature, dapperly-clad English gentleman stride decisively through the small London park would've probably assumed that distinguished person was heading back to work after a good lunch at their nearby club. The stern expression borne by this director or barrister or doctor in his unvarying path indicated he was surely preoccupied with the stock market, a complex legal case, or his latest patient's medical test results.

On the contrary, in his mind Quentin Travers was simultaneously gloating with unreserved smugness about the abrupt disappearance of his archenemy in addition to feeling increasingly irked over having to take a cab from his Belgravia residence to this park, instead of being provided with his own personal chauffered limousine. Of course, once he was made Head of the Watchers Council, that would be the very least of the perquisites which came with administering this exceedingly wealthy, millennia-old organization.

Travers regally nodded to himself at that very pleasant thought. He came to the edge of the park and looked across the quiet street at the stately building taking up the entire opposite block. Coming to a halt on the sidewalk running along the greenery's outskirts, Travers actually felt a trifle affected to once again set his eyes upon the Council Headquarters, a place he hadn't come anywhere near for a whole bloody decade.

But then, the only reason this Senior Watcher (retired) would've wanted to visit there any time before today involved having Ethan Giles' throat being brutishly throttled by the strangling hands of a man on the sidewalk flexing his avid fingers several times as if mourning for a lost opportunity.

Shaking his shoulders while taking several deep breaths to get himself back under control, Travers mentally sought for a moment's diversion before he went across the street to claim his kingdom. The Watcher had to admit, after so many years of futilely plotting with other like-minded Council associates, it had been one of the biggest shocks of his life just this week to learn of that Giles shite's inexplicable vanishing a few minutes into the monthly budget meeting held in the Headquarters main conference room. Even more delicious for Travers had been the swift realization that he was completely innocent of however this uncanny occurrence had come about; something which was soon proven in full measure by the Council's extremely suspicious magical investigators knowing quite well of the bitter enmity held by the Senior Watcher against their Head.

And now, several days after this possible attack upon their group, the Watchers Council was holding a full Conclave at Headquarters to determine the next proper course of action, as if there was any other choice for those panicky sods. Quentin Travers intended to declare his candidacy as leader of their supernatural society right then and there in front of every serving Senior Watcher, and this time he'd damned well win!

Tossing back his head in unthinking arrogance, the man responsible for some of the Council's greatest debacles in recent times crossed the street and made his way to the main door of the eighteenth-century building. Travers ignored the graceful lines of one of John Nash's masterworks to instead experience the familiar tingling sensation of the protective wards mystically scanning him. A few steps further on had this odd feeling suddenly fade away, when the wards were satisfied this approaching individual had the appropriate authorization for entry into the building. Passing through the doorway, Travers began to go over his acceptance speech when he was swept into office by popular acclaim, while the wards went back to their usual unobtrusive guardian setting which also had the welcome side effect of keeping the bloody tourists away.

In the main lobby, made up of a foreshortened atrium with geometric designs laid out in black-and-white tiles on the floor, the pretty receptionist calmly watched the Council's latest visitor stop in front of her desk and give her a rather dismissive glance. Travers didn't recognize the gel; she must've started working here after his retirement. Well, she'd better treat him with the absolute deference he deserved, or her next posting would be at one of the more primitive Third World countries!

Just as the receptionist was about to speak, any inquiries she'd been on the brink of making were curtly cut off by the man pompously addressing her, "Kindly inform the Council at once that Quentin Travers, Senior Watcher, is here and requires a meeting with them!"

Sending a definitely incredulous stare at this rude bloke, the woman at her desk began responding, "I'm afraid that's not possible, sir. The Council's in session-- Wait a moment! Did you say Travers? Quentin Travers?"

Puffing himself up at the awed tone now in this underling's voice, that named man graciously tilted his head in assent.

Blinking at this latest self-important display, the receptionist glanced down at her visitor files for today. Noting the instructions shown there, she looked up again with a blinding smile at a preening Travers, whose complacency only increased at the following respectful statement from her, "Please go right in, you're expected. Everyone else is there now at the primary conference room. That's on the second--"

"I know quite well where to go, young lady," coolly interrupted Travers, who then turned on his heel to proceed toward the building elevator without even saying a polite thank-you or some other courteous end to their conversation. Regardless of this, the receptionist's smile remained on her face up to when the elevator doors closed to take Travers on his ascent to glory.

At that point, the woman who'd been a veteran Watcher for six years and was now on pregnancy leave allowed an exceedingly evil smirk to appear from ear-to-ear upon her visage.

When the elevator came to a stop and opened its doors, Travers strode forward into the main corridor running along the entire building. He couldn't help but to pause and glance to the right, where at the very end, there was a closed office door. Travers inwardly assured himself, that just a short time from now, he'd be nowhere else but this seemly location, the workplace for Head of the Watchers Council. Then, it'd be back to the old days, when the Slayers and Potentials were properly submissive to the will of the Council, and there wasn't any of this ridiculous kid-glove treatment of whatever girl was sent out to die against the creatures of the night!

Making a quarter-turn, Travers strutted down the corridor. At every pace, the portraits hanging from both walls appeared to regard their newest successor with genuinely approving glances. All were of former Head Watchers by some of the most talented artists in the world ranging from centuries ago to just decades before, from Rembrandt to Sargent. Travers haughtily considered which present painter would be allowed to immortalize him in oils. Certainly not some third-rate hack who dribbled paint all over a blank canvas lying on the filthy floor of their substandard garret--

Stopping short at the other end of the corridor, Travers sent towards a certain part of the wall there a fulminating glare of such hatred that it was a wonder the object of his burning gaze didn't promptly self-combust. He'd never seen it before, of course, but that damned photograph had been described to him quite thoroughly by some of his Watcher associates still active here.

It was a class picture taken several months after Ethan Giles had become Head Watcher. He, along with all the newly-enlisted Council Heavy Weapons Squad, were gathered together in a country pasture after the final endurance/obstacle course had been completed by everyone there at one of the Watchers' extensive private estates. Tweaked to match the brutal SAS training regime, along with the addition of captive vampires and other demons given free reign to kill whoever they caught, the results of this pitiless policy were plain to see.

Exhausted, faces and bodies thinned to show no trace of excessive flesh, uniforms torn to shreds by monstrous talons with hastily bandaged wounds still trickling blood, the former Special Air Service soldiers lured by the offer of 'something really interesting' stood around the man who'd just gone through exactly the same grueling ordeal as them. Ethan, a good ten years advanced in age than the next-oldest participant and a full generation beyond the youngest, had the identical savage smirk of triumph sent by all there at the camera.

Travers wanted to spit back at his loathed enemy. Who, the forcibly retired Senior Watcher fervently hoped, was now roasting in the deepest pits of hell itself.

Taking in a shuddering breath, Travers soon calmed down enough to regain his previous confidence. All he had to do was to go past the double doors in front of him into the conference room where the Conclave was presently taking place. Once there, he'd remind the other Senior Watchers of his skills and experience, point out at this moment of crisis the Council needed a steady hand, and then modestly offer himself as the humble aspirant who'd do his best to restore the Watchers Council to its cherished, hereditary roots of the Slayer and the Watcher protecting the rest of humanity against unholy evil.

After his guaranteed appointment, there'd be a massive house-cleaning, naturally. For starters.

Already planning on who to send to the chopping block (and perhaps discreetly letting slip those fired Watchers' locations to one or two of the more vicious demon clans who most categorically possessed those specific instruments of death along with the accompanying big, sharp axes), Quentin Travers put his hands on the pair of doorknobs, shoved hard on those, and made his grand entrance over the threshold of the conference room past the now-ajar doors.

A single step later, the Senior Watcher abruptly halted dead in his tracks at what he now saw beyond him. Along the massive main table, heads of his fellow colleagues turned from their aghast hanging onto every word of a moment before. The faces of these other ladies and gentlemen quickly turned grim at seeing who their intruder was, but Travers wasn't paying any attention to this. Instead, he felt his own ire rise at noting three people at the far end of the table who had absolutely no business whatsoever there.

He'd only encountered him once or twice, but Travers was more than familiar with the other Giles bastard, Ethan's younger brother Rupert, who was seated by a pair of complete strangers. The older man of the unknown duo was about Rupert's age and they also both had matching sour expressions currently directed at Travers. The last of the mysterious people was a bloody teenager! Moreover, that little tit was grinning like he'd won the Irish Sweepstakes a mere minute ago! Travers never noticed SG-1 slipping behind him to close and guard his only means of escape.

Just before he was about to explode in justified anger at the sight of downright outsiders in the very center of the Watchers Council, Travers was greeted by someone who'd at long last learned every one of his suspicions about that despised pillock were utterly spot-on.

"Ah, Quentin," was drawled in a quite creaky voice by Maurice Whitby, the second in command of the Watchers Council, a highly respected and long-retired Watcher in his late eighties brought back into harness solely by Ethan Giles' direct appeal. His deeply-wrinkled face set in an usual austere mien, Maurice nodded towards the still-gleeful boy. "Young Alexander here has been telling us a most fascinating tale of your dimensional counterpart. I think I can emphatically speak for everyone, that nobody at this table was the slightest bit surprised at exactly what you got up to as Head of the Watchers Council in that other universe. Which, by the way, you right now have as much chance of attaining this as does the latest version of Edmund Blackadder in becoming our next King."
Review By [Genuka] • Date [21 May 13] • Rating [10 out of 10]
Review of chapter "Chapter Fourteen" from aeraveil
Review:
Lol. Xander is now Ripper's son. Ripper's son is being trained by Ethan Raynes.

Oooo. What a lovely chaotic crown jewel in Janus' palm that is.
Review By [aeraveil] • Date [21 May 13] • Not Rated
Review of chapter "Chapter Fourteen" from WCSII
Review:
This makes the second time a reviewer has mentioned a "Tower" ... There's nothing in any of the canon StarGate series that has anything about a tower. Unless the reviewer is referring to something from the very shortly lived StarGate Infinity animation (as I understand it, didn't even make it to the end of its first season) StarGate Infinity or the StarGate Community RP forums ARE NOT part of StarGate canon, and therefore unlikely to qualify for use in this story. ESPECIALLY, since this is even pre-Atlantis. To bad that Xander and Ethan were plucked before begining of Season 8... then they could suggest to the Asgard to use O'Niell to search through the Ancient database to find a way to deal with the replicators early.
Comments from author:
That suggestion is still workable since to even find the Asgard home and get humanity recognized as the fifth race he has to have his head sucked again and they've seen that ep. Remember the Atlantis discovery head sucking ep was the 2ND time he had his head sucked.
Review By [WCSII] • Date [21 May 13] • Not Rated
Review of chapter "Chapter Fourteen" from AnFan
Review:
Heh, does the Giles family have a problem with invoking Magic rashly? Or will they blame it all on Xander? hehehe

I'm sure that Janus is enjoying himself :)

Still having fun reading, thanks for the update!
Review By [AnFan] • Date [21 May 13] • Rating [10 out of 10]
Review of chapter "Chapter Fourteen" from CageFire
Review:
Another awesome story. Keep up the great work. :)
Review By [CageFire] • Date [21 May 13] • Not Rated
Review of chapter "Chapter Thirteen" from grd
Review:
Surprised on how good this is getting. The idea wa fun but became so much more with the Stargate crossover. Thank you
Review By [grd] • Date [21 May 13] • Rating [10 out of 10]
Review of chapter "Chapter Thirteen" from maryelizabeth
Review:
Brilliant, I was soo worried that we had lost xander and now we get two characters for the price of one! I love this and I can't wait for more.
Review By [maryelizabeth] • Date [21 May 13] • Not Rated
Review of chapter "Chapter Thirteen" from eriktheviking
Review:
A great introduction to the SG-verse.
Comments from author:
Thank you.
Review By [eriktheviking] • Date [20 May 13] • Rating [9 out of 10]
Review of chapter "Chapter Thirteen" from CageFire
Review:
Nice chapter, keep up the awesome work. :)
Review By [CageFire] • Date [20 May 13] • Not Rated
Review of chapter "Chapter Thirteen" from Studyofchaos
Review:
Mmmm... pork chops... Anyhoo... I like the NID turn away speech, always fun to see, I especially liked the office plants bit. It should be intersting to see Ripper's reaction to "congratulations, it's a teenager"!
Review By [Studyofchaos] • Date [20 May 13] • Not Rated
Review of chapter "Chapter Thirteen" from moringstar
Review:
Another great chapter, can't wait to see what crazzy ideas you got planed (best ideas are all ways crazzy)
Review By [moringstar] • Date [20 May 13] • Not Rated
Review of chapter "Chapter Thirteen" from AnFan
Review:
Wow, cool chapter! Loved the events that happened.

No real other comment other than, can't wait for the next chapter! :D
Review By [AnFan] • Date [20 May 13] • Rating [10 out of 10]
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