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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.
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Beats sitting at home and throwing darts at a picture of Lust.
[Whether or not he is serious, is unclear.]
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I'd be careful if I were you. She's the type to throw darts back.
[ beat. ] She's here, you know. I saw her around.
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[The corners of his mouth twitch downward, and his eyes begin scanning the room.]
What's she wearing?
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You should give her a piece of your mind. [ In a goading tone. ]
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That would be utterly idiotic, Blake. What do you take me for? Some unhinged, unorganized psychopath?
[He snorts and shakes his head.]
I'm not interested in fulfilling whatever perverted blood lust fantasies you have tonight.
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Seriously? Like, you're trying to tell me that? Christ. [ Snarling, now. ] Do I look like a psychopath to you, Black Mask? Out of everyone.
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Yes. Yes, you do.
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[He raises his eyebrows.]
And don't even try to pretend like you didn't just want me to start something with Lust so you could watch.
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Not anything else.
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[He takes a sip of his scotch before continuing.]
Patience is a virtue, Thomas. The moment I decide to "talk"--
[He makes air quotes.]
--to Lust, you'll be the first I let know. How's that sound?
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[ DRAMATIC PAUSE. ]
Because you are.
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All businessmen are assholes.
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[A sip of his drink.]
Which reminds me: how did that asshole Nygma have a part in your recent foray into plastic surgery? I expected more question marks, truth be told.