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capeandcowllogs2012-02-22 11:53 pm
enigmaestro) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-02-22 11:53 pm
Entry tags:
- *open,
- edward nygma | riddler,
- eridan ampora | prince of hope,
- jack bauer | man of the hour,
- norman osborn | the green goblin,
- ruka | gallitrap,
- tony stark | iron man,
- † carol danvers | captain marvel,
- † clint barton | hawkeye,
- † doctor zoidberg | the lovable tramp,
- † hikaru sulu | lieutenant badass,
- † joel weinberg | houston,
- † loki laufeyson | n/a,
- † max gibson | batwoman,
- † michael lane | azrael,
- † nymphadora tonks | badger,
- † shahrazad al-rahman | the benevolent,
- † sherlock holmes | the consultant,
- † tom marvolo riddle | lord voldemort,
- † vic sage | the question
The mate to a key and lips to a secret.
WHO: SKRULLOCK HOLMES, TONY STARK, EDWARD NYGMA, NORMAN OSBORN, DR. JOHN ZOIDBERG and YOU!
WHERE: The Quarantine Room.
WHEN: February 22nd (evening) to February 24th (afternoon).
WARNINGS: None necessarily? Bickering doesn't merit a warning.
SUMMARY: Skrulls in the dungeon. Well, one anyway.
FORMAT: I'll introduce the setting in paragraph, but you choose what format you prefer.
The area for the quarantined is spacious and clean. Although technically under police custody, the room is established in a large auditorium of City Hall. There are five walled 'dividers' that offer the quarantined the semblance of privacy. Never mind that every inch of the room is taped on camera -- cameras that Mitchell Hundred can control with a word. Never mind that there are armed guards on the other wise of each exit. Never mind that the communicators of the quarantined have been disabled from encryption capabilities.
They were allowed a bed. Access to any bathroom was to be monitored. Meals would be provided. They were handcuffed but not leglocked. If any of the number disagreed with their situation, heavier imprisonment was negotiable.
The quarantined were to be questioned by those in authority, or those who were experts on Skrull detection. Or those who thought they were.
ooc || begin a thread with your character name in the heading. anyone can tag into your thread, including other quarantined individuals.
WHERE: The Quarantine Room.
WHEN: February 22nd (evening) to February 24th (afternoon).
WARNINGS: None necessarily? Bickering doesn't merit a warning.
SUMMARY: Skrulls in the dungeon. Well, one anyway.
FORMAT: I'll introduce the setting in paragraph, but you choose what format you prefer.
The area for the quarantined is spacious and clean. Although technically under police custody, the room is established in a large auditorium of City Hall. There are five walled 'dividers' that offer the quarantined the semblance of privacy. Never mind that every inch of the room is taped on camera -- cameras that Mitchell Hundred can control with a word. Never mind that there are armed guards on the other wise of each exit. Never mind that the communicators of the quarantined have been disabled from encryption capabilities.
They were allowed a bed. Access to any bathroom was to be monitored. Meals would be provided. They were handcuffed but not leglocked. If any of the number disagreed with their situation, heavier imprisonment was negotiable.
The quarantined were to be questioned by those in authority, or those who were experts on Skrull detection. Or those who thought they were.
ooc || begin a thread with your character name in the heading. anyone can tag into your thread, including other quarantined individuals.
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He was wrong.
He looked back over his shoulder, then turned again to face the skrull.
"I am sorry. She was my friend also."
No excuses. He wouldn't permit it. He was struggling in vain to keep himself under control, emotionally, physically. But a part of his brain never surrendered to the human part, and it kept ticking away inside him like a hideous, horrible bomb.
"I am in a position to do you a favor. But I require one of you."
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"What would you possibly think I'd be willing to do for you.."
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"Tell me how many Skrulls there are infiltrating currently."
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He rolled his shoulders, "Whether or not he is a skrull has no bearing on this offer."
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He said nothing for a long moment, and then with a low, crisp tone replied, "I can't. Sorry. I won't endanger them like that."
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"What makes you think the opposite offer wouldn't hold, Sherlock? He is an imPort. If he remained dead it would be a mercy."
It made him sick to say those words, but he kept himself rigid, still, silent.
"I am, as you say, a murderer."
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"And you wonder why I fight monsters like you?" He spat it out, seething. "I will never tell you. I hope you try. I hope you try to go after him and I hope he puts a bullet in your heart."
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Business. Back to business.
This one was proud. But even if Ghost's mind worked around people, it usually terminated at the end of the same road where their desires did. He had identified a want--not a need, but a want, and it was something.
"I would not advise you harm yourself."
He landed on the floor. Stood, a hunch to his form. If he wouldn't give, he wouldn't give. But...
"If you wish to know what I'll be doing out there, while you're detained. With or without your information, I plan to bring him into my confidence. I plan to protect him. I plan to find the Sherlock Holmes whose life you lived for a time and whose eyes you saw through. If you are still alive by the end of it, so much the better. You are not my enemy."
He half-turned away. "If you are dead by that time, I hope you are with her. Goodbye."