Today we all steal, animals we are

[liebe_krieg]

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.

Comments

open and unbelievably low-effort!!

[fingerbang]

[She's in roughly the same place she was last time this happened, almost two years ago, studying the same bloody paintings in a rather different dress. There's a glass of wine on the nearest end table that's barely been touched, and she looks, frankly, a little bored with the proceedings--although, of course, she's far from it. Faking animation has its place, but not with this set, especially not after the events of last week.]

[lazarisen]

[ And he approaches her! He's disguised in his own shadows, making his appearance rather... vague... but things that are apparent are his height and the shadows that fan out around him protectively. They withdraw from his face slightly when he stands beside her, though, so that his features/expressions are visible if not entirely revealed, because it's not like she's ever seen him anyway. ]

What a pleasant surprise it is that I get to meet you in person at last.

[fingerbang]

[WELL IT'S EITHER THE ONE DOUCHEBAG OR THE OTHER, RIGHT? Otherwise known as either Ra's or Eames, but whatever, she doesn't know that, and this one doesn't have any of the language patterns she's grown to expect from douchebag number two! Lust raises her eyebrows; there's something familiar about the way his power is manifesting itself, and that alone would be enough to make him interesting.

She doesn't fully smile, but her lips curl up at the edges as she looks him over; it looks almost like approval.]

A mutual one, I'm sure. And the rest of this?

[lazarisen]

[ He smiles back, swooping closer by a step or two. He holds his hand out to her cordially. ]

All of this? [ He gestures with his other hand. ] I had hoped that coming here would be worth the time. Yourself?

[fingerbang]

[She takes his hand and shakes it, perhaps slightly less briskly than would be customary for her! Whatever man, it's totally normal, this ain't an 80s business film.]

I wouldn't have shown my face if this wasn't worth being pinned to. [LOOKING OVER HIS FACE] You don't have quite the same problem, of course, but no one likes to waste their time.

[lazarisen]

My time is less precious than most, but I'm quite insistent on maintaining my privacy. I know how loose lips are wont to be. Yet thus far I have no regrets. [ And for you, Lust, he'll move the shadows from his face because what does it matter. They'll move back automatically if anyone ~compromising~ comes over. ] I am called Ra's al Ghul.

[fingerbang]

[ooh mr. al ghul ooh I FEEL LIKE I'VE SAID THAT ALREADY BUT SOMETIMES IT'S NECESSARY, OKAY, BECAUSE HIS CAPE JUST... OPENS? She takes in the little beardfangs details while the opportunity's available, leisurely drawing her hand back to its standard position by her hip.]

Lust. [He almost certainly already knows that, and usually she'd point it out! But this is a day for networking.] It is mutual, I think.

[lazarisen]

Indeed. What brings you here tonight, Lust? The atmosphere or the conversation? [ Or............. ]

[fingerbang]

A little of both, maybe. [She pauses, lifting the glass for a brief sip.] But neither of those was as important as the company.

[lazarisen]

That was what I was hoping for. I admit I've been unforgivably out of touch with the people here. [ Although he doesn't sound like he regrets that. ]

[fingerbang]

What a shame. [HYUK HYUK, AS IF. Her gaze makes the rounds of the room once again, as though she's trying to see through his eyes.] You've taken your time, but one might say that in itself is admirable.

[lazarisen]

Some things require time, I should say. One must never rush to compromise themselves, wouldn't you agree?

[unpinocchio.livejournal.com]

It's too bad you already have a drink.

[He arrives behind her, as casual as can be. A wink in his voice. A joke.]

I understand alcoholic gift-giving can be a remarkable conversation starter between strangers.

[fingerbang]

Or it could create a sense of obligation. [She's smiling, nonetheless! Even though he can't even really see her face, whatever.] In a situation like this, surely it's best to start on even ground.