Drakador_Chaos (@Soundbust11 )
"hmmm.
I suppose that for the degree of freedom you have forfeited in remaining here, I shall give you a degree of freedom within here."
The Ambassador lifts his right hand up and stares at it for a few moments, he closes his eyes and concentrates as the hand lowers back into his chest. Slowly, he pushes against it, and it stretches like rubber until it collapses submerging his wrist within his own chest.
His fur seems to turn somewhat rubbery/liquid-y as he pulls his hand out. However, he doesn't drag his hand out, instead, his body budges outwards as if he was creating more of himself. The new body slowly forms from his own, and slumps downwards, falling into the ground with a flop.
The Ambassador, which is still sitting on the chair, gets up. His hand is still within the inside of his chest as he walks behind the body of the recently generated clone and with the swift motion of his left hand, the body lifts itself off the ground and constricts himself within the shape of a cross, its head motionless looking downards.
The Ambassador slowly pulls his right hand out of his chest and with it comes a sphere made out of some kind of odd material. It's hard to look at the sphere as its outsides seem to be somewhat fuzzy, despite the distinctive golden sheen it has,, it's a metal that none in the room recognize.
"In days long gone, this would have killed me. But those days are only in history now."
He slowly pushes the orb at the chest of the clone, which sinks inwards and is engulfed within. He whispers something under his breath and lightly touches the body of the clone in different places. The body falls down on the ground for a few moments, and then slowly rises up. The two Ambassadors speak at the same time:
"A slight abstraction of the ego, as this requires more than one of me."
(leave it open here for any interjections)