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capeandcowllogs2011-12-06 06:28 pm
liebe_krieg) wrote in capeandcowllogs2011-12-06 06:28 pm
Entry tags:
- eridan ampora | prince of hope,
- jason todd | red hood,
- † !—dropped characters—! †,
- † bellatrix lestrange | n/a,
- † bender rodriguez | superking,
- † boyd langton | rossum,
- † doctor zoidberg | the lovable tramp,
- † dukat | gul dukat,
- † flint marko | sandman,
- † floyd lawton | deadshot,
- † julian day | calendar man,
- † ladd russo | white suit,
- † loki laufeyson | n/a,
- † lust | n/a,
- † n/a | monster in the darkness,
- † n/a | the major,
- † n/a | the midnighter,
- † ra's al ghul | the demon's head,
- † roman sionis | black mask,
- † roxanne ritchi | n/a,
- † sherlock holmes | the consultant,
- † talia al ghul | n/a,
- † thomas blake | catman,
- † tom marvolo riddle | lord voldemort,
- † vic sage | the question,
- † victor von doom | doctor doom,
- † wade wilson | deadpool
Today we all steal, animals we are
WHO: Bad guys. And some good guys.
WHERE: The Major’s old mansion lair, temporarily back in business.
WHEN: Evening of Tuesday the 6th
WARNINGS: Violence, language, evil
SUMMARY: VillainCon! Back in the public eye, the Major has arranged a summit of wickedness for all the City’s evildoers, along with a few less nefarious unwanted or unwilling guests.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, whatever you please afterward.
What a whirlwind it had been! Getting himself back to the City, arranging for his troops to slip into the country in their boxes, re-entering his old mansion with all its fond memories, with but a week to renovate and refurbish it back to a state suitable for this grand event.
It would be grand, too. It would have to be. The Major had taken stock of how things had gone since his ‘death,’ and passed his judgement. The old Coalition was gone, and so were its leaders. Native criminals were pathetic and weak. The prospect of a great alliance was out of the question- the Major knew that his peers were too fractious, too diverse, too ambitious and temperamental to ever be welded into a unified force.
No, the goal here was complexity and discord. By bringing as many of his ‘colleagues’ together as possible, he would create a fertile field where might grow contacts, networks, small teams, and at the same time: new enemies, new hatreds, new divisions and rivalries. Above all, he desired new conflict, either between them and the heroes or internal ones inside their little community. This evening would collect fuel for the fires that would burn in the New Year.
How fortunate that no one had wanted to purchase the ‘Nazi House’ since he abandoned it last year! Now, after frenzied labours by his undead minions, the mansion was once again clean and bright and beautifully decorated, as befitting the egos of his guests. Dinner and entertainments for the social parts of the evening had been arranged, every bit as carefully as the discreet meeting rooms and iron-fisted security that would serve the purposes of business. At the center of it all, the Major waited and beamed like the proud host he was.
WHERE: The Major’s old mansion lair, temporarily back in business.
WHEN: Evening of Tuesday the 6th
WARNINGS: Violence, language, evil
SUMMARY: VillainCon! Back in the public eye, the Major has arranged a summit of wickedness for all the City’s evildoers, along with a few less nefarious unwanted or unwilling guests.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, whatever you please afterward.
What a whirlwind it had been! Getting himself back to the City, arranging for his troops to slip into the country in their boxes, re-entering his old mansion with all its fond memories, with but a week to renovate and refurbish it back to a state suitable for this grand event.
It would be grand, too. It would have to be. The Major had taken stock of how things had gone since his ‘death,’ and passed his judgement. The old Coalition was gone, and so were its leaders. Native criminals were pathetic and weak. The prospect of a great alliance was out of the question- the Major knew that his peers were too fractious, too diverse, too ambitious and temperamental to ever be welded into a unified force.
No, the goal here was complexity and discord. By bringing as many of his ‘colleagues’ together as possible, he would create a fertile field where might grow contacts, networks, small teams, and at the same time: new enemies, new hatreds, new divisions and rivalries. Above all, he desired new conflict, either between them and the heroes or internal ones inside their little community. This evening would collect fuel for the fires that would burn in the New Year.
How fortunate that no one had wanted to purchase the ‘Nazi House’ since he abandoned it last year! Now, after frenzied labours by his undead minions, the mansion was once again clean and bright and beautifully decorated, as befitting the egos of his guests. Dinner and entertainments for the social parts of the evening had been arranged, every bit as carefully as the discreet meeting rooms and iron-fisted security that would serve the purposes of business. At the center of it all, the Major waited and beamed like the proud host he was.
INTERVIEWS
[OPEN, obviously]
But honestly, it was better then being strapped to one of the death traps -- and who knows, maybe one of the villains would betray something useful to her, to make surviving this mess worth it.
It's a long shot, though.
[Remember Roxanne's perm post here.]
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"Your subject is prepared, reporter," he said. "Are you ready to begin?"
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"Of course, Herr Major," she replied. Using the remote she clicked on the camera set up -- he'd provided her with such nice things, "This is Roxanne Ritchi, with a one on one exclusive with my gracious host, the City's own imPorted Major."
She even managed to say that all with a straight face and no sneering or jeering. Unlike Megamind -- this man scares her. He's well known for his brutality and willingness to cost lives. So there's no time to play super-reporter.
"Herr Major, the building is abuzz with bodies and you seem to have gathered a number of people here for unknown reasons -- myself included," she quirks her lips; she can still play the game, she just has to keep the kid gloves on. "Is this a return to action in the City and beyond, after your experiment with anonymity?"
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His smile was cruel as he spoke. This was mostly due to habit, but also due to the thought of do-gooders tripping over themselves searching for him in the City after seeing this, by which time he would most likely be back in the North Pacific. Even indulging his ego like this could be made to serve his plans. It was all about finding ways to enjoy your work, the Major had found.
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She wore her television smile, but the practiced eye could see it was brittle about the edges. This wasn't her idea of a good time.
"A bold statement, Herr Major," she replied smoothly. "But the people of the City have new darlings - the Gothamite population has recently exploded, and no Batman means they run mostly unchecked for those who have returned to their criminal pursuits." She'd been looking at them a bit lately; wasn't hard-- a lot of them were very popular, and very vocal. "You may have competition for the spotlight."
"But you have the advantage of history in the city; can you give our viewers-- many of which who will be ready to stand tall against you-- an idea of what they should be watching for? A hint to scratch their itch?"
Some way to prepare for the madness ahead, maybe.
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"My friends should keep their eyes on the City. It has been far too long since I paid this place the proper attention it deserves. The City of heroes deserves battles to match, and I will do my very best to deliver!"
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She gestures. "You recently tried running silent, though you were eventually outted; can you tell our viewers why you chose that experiment? What it might've taught you about how the City's operatives work?"
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"I was able to get so much work done, away from prying eyes! I suppose the lesson here is that our great heroes don't spend much time chasing corpses, even when they haven't seen the body. I hope they won't be repeating that mistake again."
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"I imagine they've learned their lesson," she says, trying to keep her expression carefully pleasant. He doesn't help it much. "Is there anything you'd like to say to any of the specific people in the City?"
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--Roxanne just doesn't want to risk being caught between them.
"And any parting announcements or words, Herr Major?"
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"And with that, I think we are done. An excellent interview, reporter. I think it went quite well."
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She finds it-- doubtful. There'll always be a few but... oh well.
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"I have made use of your services, and you played your part very well. A fine performance. That's what really matters. But still-" Now he does look over his shoulder, smiling. "I hope that you have many more subjects before this night is over, Roxanne Ritchi. Think of it as the highlight of your career. You will never have a chance like this again-" he interjects a cruel snicker, "For as long as you live. I guarantee it."
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Sorry for the delay!
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Lights, camera, action!
"A chance to address my adoring public! Why, don't mind if I do!"
He flopped down across from the young woman.
"And a captive reporter. Lucky, lucky me."
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There was no denying it-- he was mad like a hatter, but crazy like a fox. She just didn't know if she could keep him mentally at bay while she kept him occupied.
"I can't say I'm not enjoying the opportunity, to meet so many fascinating and colorful men here," she said, reaching for camera remote. "Though I'm sure it could have been arranged under different circumstances. But if you're ready to begin and will allow me a lead in?"
Some of them certainly won't, but she's got to at least try and do her job, right?
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"Lead away, lovely lady."
And the predatory grin returned.
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"Return to the action now, this is Roxanne Ritchi with the City's own imPorted Clown Prince of Crime, Gotham's one and only Joker. Having recently bereft of his nemesis the Batman he joins us today in this secret location provided by the Major," she said, smooth for it all being off the cuff. You had to have an sense of improv when you worked with the super set.
"Joker, you've recently had a end of the world party, recently experienced sanity again, and found yourself without your one true Bat, and then seen an influx of new Gotahmites. With this change in dynamic, how is the City comparing to your own Gotham?"
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"It compares swimmingly. Capes, cowls, super powers everywhere! But it's missing one key ingredient!"
And his voice darkened into a snarl.
"Batman!"
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If she were home, and this was Megamind-- or any other costumed loser who occasionally cropped up in the super set-- she wouldn't have thought twice. She would have laid right back into him.
"There are a variety of costumed superheroes in the City," she replied. "Of all sizes, skill levels, and power sets. While I understand having one's true nemesis, why aren't any even registering on your radar? Why must the City have a Batman?"
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"Because none of them are worth my time. HE is my primal enemy, toots. Him and him alone! Without the Batman, the ecosystem of crime stagnates."
And with that, he flung her away.
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--but Roxanne hadn't made it this far by losing it anytime some nutjob got his hands on her. There'd been a time when Megamind had once been scary-- while it was past, she had one thing in this moment.
Staggering back, nearly going down in those heels, she righted herself, and took a swing is sudden fury. It was foolish. It was probably the wrong thing to do. God only knows what'd happen next-- nobody was going to come running to save her here - but damned if Roxanne was going to let them manhandle her without a fight.
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"HA! You got moxy, kid! I like that."
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She hated that cheer. Hated that nickname, too.
"Have you made you point, then, or are you finished?" She took a step back to her chair.