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WHO: The Queen of the Drowning Doom and The Sentry.
WHERE: An empty warehouse in the shipping district.
WHEN: Sunday Night.
WARNINGS: Some violence.
SUMMARY: Ophelia needs to recruit a particular soldier.
FORMAT: Para?

Ophelia had watched the network since she had been brought back into the city and come up with her plan. She needed a particular person, a strong person, in order to make the strongest of her army. She had several candidates, though some were missing or ported out. But that did leave one in mind...The Sentry.

She'd watched his interactions where she could, quietly, and finally made her move. A simple move, really. She sent him a message on the network, a video, filtered, taunting him to come and stop her before she 'took over the world.' And an address.

And then she had waited. The warehouse was one of several places her army had been laying low. The particular army in this warehouse seemed somewhat lopsided...there were almost forty brides in various places throughout the single, large room. Some sitting, some floating around, all singing that quiet, haunting 'dum dum da dum' that they always seemed to sing. There were a few gravediggers as well, but not many, spread throughout the crowd, mostly unarmed.

Ophelia was perched on a large red couch at the end of the building opposite the door, looking smug as she waited. The center of the building was mostly empty, and the lights were low. Why, it might be quite easy to miss the dark, roiling, silent clouds that concealed the ceiling from view above their heads...

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It took only minutes for the Sentry to fly over, a streak of golden light against the dark sky. He landed heavily, eyes glowing brightly as he glared around the room. It was an odd sight, but he wanted to focus on Ophelia first.

"Well?" He walked in, watching the brides carefully. "I'm here. I'm not going to let this be easy for you."

Ophelia sat up a bit straighter when the guest of honor arrived. Around the edges of the room the tear drinkers looked up, and the soft singing of the brides faded until it was almost a background hum, though as one they drifted more towards the center of the room, leaving plenty of space for the sentry though.

"Well, I'd hope not." Ophelia steepled her fingers as she spoke, crossing her legs and smiling invitingly. "Easy would be so boring, wouldn't it?"

"If you say so," he said, still frowning at her. Light spilled from his body more, shining brightly in the dark room. He flies closer. "Why did you warn me? Do you want to be stopped?"

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"No, of course not. That would be such a waste of time after I went to all this trouble." Ophelia looked rather unconcerned as he flew closer. And the further into the room the Sentry got, the further under the cloud cover he would be.

Once he was near the center, it suddenly began to rain, and a single thin bolt of lightning lashed out to smack into the cement in front of him. The rain brought with it a rather noticable and immediate sense of...slowness and misery. Muscles would get hard to lift, hard to move...

"I just wanted a few moments with you."

The shadows hadn't gotten his attention, but the rain did. His eyebrows rose and his cape sank, heavy with water, as his expression grew more wary. He felt like he should get out from under it, but his legs felt rooted to the spot.

"What are you doing?" He demanded, voice quiet. "What is this?"