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^{comparatively younger me y u do dis}

The gene mod I want to make for Blops is... well, actually not a genemod.  A xan body, designed around a braincase which controls it (and includes a self destruct bomb).  Put the operative's brain in the braincase, and wallah- you have an operative that can mimic anyone they see, create whatever hidden biological weapons/denfense they want, regenrate from damage like being decapitated, or even go full prototype in an emergency and start tearing people to pieces with blade arms.

But I can't make one because Xan won't let me look at him, and the Doctor is the Doctor.

This is actually somewhat like what I plan to do once I gain control of my powers.
This is of course eventually/as soon as I can mooch sufficient tokens off of people.

As Merlin opened the back door to the shop and stepped through, he could discern that something was amiss as soon as he crossed the threshold. It was mainly the smell, a peculiar mixture of alcohol and bitterness that he technically hadn't smelled for a millennium.
He proceeded forward and found a man sprawled out in the middle of a puddle of vomit right in front of the door.
Merlin blinked in bemusement. Well then. This proved his hypothesis about life experience residue accumulating on the soul over time. Either that, or the man was a powerful practitioner of magic that was able of bypassing a soul-powered security system while unconscious.
"This warrants some questioning," he mumbled as he wandered out of the store.

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One jaunt to grab his robes, staff, and two suitably comfortable chairs, with Matthew's help, which didn't entail much more besides a confused look at the subject on his part, and he was sitting in front of the man in the red overcoat, still lying unmoving in a rather large puddle of vomit. That'd have to be fixed. He tapped an edge of it with his staff, being careful not to actually get any on him, and the puddle began to glow orange on that particular spot, which spread out to encompass the whole pool. It then began glowing brighter until it was shining white, at which point it slowly broke up into little white flakes which floated into the air and faded away. Merlin noted with satisfaction that there wasn't even a stain left on the floor. He then tapped the person on the top of his head with the staff, focusing a small jolt of energy through it that would wake him up with the sensation of waking up from a deep sleep, only sped up tenfold. Odd, but not unpleasant in itself. That done, he settled down in the chair's cushions, waiting for the spell to take effect.

Sometime after returning from Bogmogelov, Merlin finds Johnny Carpenter in the shop, cleans up his mess, and wakes him up, hoping to talk.

((You could get him to develop Stockholm Syndrome toward a certain person, then I could take their appearance and make them do things.))

((We need to do radical things! Everyone, put bling on!))

Then we die, but with the way things are going I doubt it.

...relations? *wink wink nudge nudge*

Hah, my testosterone supply wishes.