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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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[The Major: A fan of humanity, especially when they're killing each other]
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SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE
Battle forces human beings to their highest exertions. Only by fighting and thinking and working their very hardest can they prevail against enemies driven to do the exact same thing. Battle's demands force people to reveal their greatest potential. And battle's awful effects trip away pretense to show humanity at its very lowest.
The beauty of battle then, is the beauty of pure human nature distilled to stark and terrifying truth.
[And there's all that lovely fire and thunder and bright lights, but if Major allows himself to get into the aesthetics of his favourite topic, this night will never end.]
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Isn't there a sort of cyclical unfulfillment to it? Or is there something else beyond the battle that you crave to see?
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Everything in this universe is temporary and short. True immortality is an illusion. Humans, monsters, cities, whole planets- all are destroyed eventually. [Said without a hint of irony. If only he knew...]
The only true constant in this universe is conflict. It is the nature of things to seek to destroy and postpone their own destruction. Right this instant our bodies are at war, my friend. Our immune systems seek out and annihilate microbial invaders seeking to gain life at our expense. Simply to stand upright is to win a victory against gravity and the atmosphere. The food and drink in our bellies was once living plant and animal tissue, destroyed so that we can continue to live.
[He lowers his arms.]
To answer your question: I crave the sight of no thing beyond the battle, for I see the battle in all things. War is the truth of existence as well as of humanity.
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Whatever fate has in store for humanity, I know this: human beings will fight and struggle to the very bitter end. It is in the very core of our being. And so the cycles will continue to turn, for a very long time.
[His golden eyes become unfocused, looking off into the distance somewhere far beyond Ra's.] It would be a grand thing for it all to continue eternally, wouldn't it? For the struggle to never cease and the clamour to never fade. But that is an impossibility. Things lose their meaning when they last forever. After an eternity in Valhalla, all must face the finality of Ragnarok. [The Major comes back to this room, looks again at his guest] Including myself.
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[ He smiles. ]
Eternity is an idea no one of us can fully understand. But every century human beings get smarter. And their weapons get sharper.
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[Finally, curiosity wins out over the Major's impulse to talk about himself. He pauses to sip his tea.]
But how rude of me! I have been doing all the talking. Please, do tell me: where do your priorities lie?
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I'd like to see the world at its best. Our world. It's a magnificent place that suffers at the hands of the bulging human populous. [ His eyes narrow in distaste. ] You might say that I favor anything that makes it a fairer battle.
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