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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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"A picture is only as clear as the eyes that behold it, however. I wonder,"
One hand gave a small wave to encompass the room around them, "what there is to be seen in such a thing as this, by such a man as you."
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"Everything." There was no sarcasm in his voice, just a smug truth. He turned his head, finally pulling his eyes from her, and nodded towards a mobster [npc], out of ear shot.
"Take our friend, for example. The suit says money, and good money, but it's at least five years old and has been repaired at least twice. So, flush once, but currently hard on his luck. He's presenting himself as a business man but his shoes tell a different story. Scuff marks like that don't appear on the average walk to the office. The shoes, unlike the suit, are newer. Watch when he lifts his foot to scratch the back of his leg." In a moment, it happened (Sherlock had already seen him do it twice). "There. The treads are almost all completely in tact, despite the numerous scuff marks on the shoes. He appears by himself and relatively self confident, but continuously glaces back to the corner booth there--" his eyes move to another man who is almost out of sight.
"Only two reasons to check continuously. Fear, or obligation, and it's perfectly clearly not fear, so. Obligation. Employer, more than likely. Given the distance between them not a body guard, but security none the less. Likely also runs errands, and ones that involve some heavy persuasion, given the state of his hands and the shadow of a bruise on the underside of his jaw."
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"Well, Mr. Williams. It seems you have managed to achieve something tonight."
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"And what is that?"
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ugh every time i read this tag it sounds stupider, i am so sorry
hush, there is nothing wrong with it :|
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"Don't use the network." He jots down a cell phone number - the one he picked up during his first few days in the city and has only used very rarely, and slides it across the table.