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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.
Re: Major (open)
"Major. While your invitation was flattering, I am trying to work on a project at the moment. It is December after all, one of my busier months."
His tone was polite, but the implication - that he was rather displeased to be there - was obvious.
Re: Major (open)
He spoke casually and friendly as though he hadn't sent goons to drag Julian here against his will. "It will do you no harm to take one evening for relaxation. Whatever your project is, I am sure your work has earned you a respite."
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He took a sip of wine, keeping his eyes on the Major. He wasn't the only one to be taken, he knew, but it was difficult to not take it personally.
"I usually prefer to keep to my schedule, which I plan far in advance."
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Major took a drink of his own wine to wash down his pontificating. "Which is why one can't be too wedded to schedules, Calendar Man."
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He sliced off a tiny piece of steak, then lifted his fork, looking at it in a passive way as if there was something on it. After a moment, he took the bite.
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"Days, major. There is more than one day that I am looking forward to. As I said before - December is busy."
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He weighed possibilities. "As much as I would appreciate the help, I'm reluctant to put myself in debt to anyone."
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And often unsuccessful, for that matter, although there was no Batman here to put a stop to things. As far as Calendar knew, anyway.
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He clenched a fist. "I desire war, Calendar Man. During times when great war is not available, then a small skirmish will do. I will not support any petty thief. But someone who will give this City a taste of battle is someone worth my time and resources."
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War wasn't on the top list of priorities, it was true. And his current project didn't quite fall within that realm and the other - the other he had designed specifically to make use of these new powers of his. Therefore it was cheap. But he could always make it more flashy, he supposed.
"There is something that may interest you. New Year's. It should be destructive enough. I don't require much, but I haven't been able to put aside funds for a costume."
He paused, looking back at the Major again. "And I must have a costume."
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The Major's suits have got to come from somewhere after all.
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He relaxes only slightly, having half-expected a more amused reaction to the necessity of a costume.
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Of course, if he knew what kind of costumes Calendar Man wore...
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And in recent years he hadn't the time, the funds, or often the freedom to make costumes. Incarceration didn't give him many supplies.