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capeandcowllogs2012-03-18 01:03 am
liverletdie) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-03-18 01:03 am
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You're a codebreaker
WHO: Tony Stark, Ghost, Sherlock (and Magneto if Brette wants in???)
WHERE: A hole in the wall safehouse that Tony's got kickin around
WHEN: Saturday night
WARNINGS: Geniuses. Dicks. I think this says enough for themselves
SUMMARY: Tony likes Illuminatis ok??
FORMAT: Idek I'm starting with paragraph
He'd sent out the messages, quick data bursts of text to each person he'd identified as useful. If he'd said that, of course, he may ruffle feathers, but others would take the compliment as it was. He knew Ghost would, but he would play it safe. Be cordial. So it was short, but not exactly cold which was a surprise in of itself. It had the location, and was given the title: "The code".
He'd been obsessed with the damned thing. He couldn't get it out of his head, ever since Desire had told, commanded him to involve himself in something. It had said women, or a project. There were always women, but something like this, the problem, the mystery, the implications were too much. He needed something to make the world better, this was a way to work against the skrulls, against Vulcanus, any of them.
So he waited in the room, leaving Iron Man at home, but it was always available if necessary. He waited in a chair, dressed surprisingly casual for the man who wore a business suit most days out of the week. He was in khakis and something plain, brain still running through the possibilities as he waited. He'd brought a laptop, but it sat on the table, unused for the moment.
He didn't need it until they arrived. All for show.
WHERE: A hole in the wall safehouse that Tony's got kickin around
WHEN: Saturday night
WARNINGS: Geniuses. Dicks. I think this says enough for themselves
SUMMARY: Tony likes Illuminatis ok??
FORMAT: Idek I'm starting with paragraph
He'd sent out the messages, quick data bursts of text to each person he'd identified as useful. If he'd said that, of course, he may ruffle feathers, but others would take the compliment as it was. He knew Ghost would, but he would play it safe. Be cordial. So it was short, but not exactly cold which was a surprise in of itself. It had the location, and was given the title: "The code".
He'd been obsessed with the damned thing. He couldn't get it out of his head, ever since Desire had told, commanded him to involve himself in something. It had said women, or a project. There were always women, but something like this, the problem, the mystery, the implications were too much. He needed something to make the world better, this was a way to work against the skrulls, against Vulcanus, any of them.
So he waited in the room, leaving Iron Man at home, but it was always available if necessary. He waited in a chair, dressed surprisingly casual for the man who wore a business suit most days out of the week. He was in khakis and something plain, brain still running through the possibilities as he waited. He'd brought a laptop, but it sat on the table, unused for the moment.
He didn't need it until they arrived. All for show.
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He was trying to be stealthy anyway. Skrulls, Vulcanus... and his own uncertain but strengthening alliance with his old nemesis were all cause for caution. The message with its human warmth convinced him more than ever that Stark was on the correct path -- unknowingly arrogantly, Ghost's path. After a pregnant pause with red eyes boring holes into the room (perimeter sweep, bug sweep, scanning for cloaked individuals, scanning for unusual objects...)
"Hello."
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Outside the safehouse a map flickered in the air for a moment, double checking his location before it winked out and Sherlock let himself in. Who would bother to knock, anyway?
Of course he came when the note beckoned him. Despite the fact that it was an interesting case on it's own - (and who could resist a code?) - this was personal. The threat was still there, and it had beaten him once, and it was not going to defeat him again.
"Mr. Stark. Ghost."
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He arrived perhaps a minute after Sherlock, having made an effort to be punctual. He removed his hat as he entered the room, giving a nod in the direction of those present. He quickly assessed the room before making his way over to the table.
"Good evening." He did not push congeniality in his tone. This was business.
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Ghost's acknowledgment was curious, as he drifted over to claim a seat of his own, putting his elbows on the table.
"Does this complete our party? Or are there more coming?"
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With a hand to open the laptop (already on thanks to a quick mental nudge it's way) he turned it toward the three in the room. "I think you know why we're here." And on the screen was little more than:
"The title alone suggests that we shouldn't waste time."
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He was already attempting to flip letters through it.
"Wasting time when it comes to skrulls is never an option," Sherlock said, the baritone low and hard. He'd learned that particular lesson already, thank you.
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"I should not say that I am surprised," he stated flatly. He glanced at Sherlock, before turning his attention to Tony and Ghost. "As I already informed Mr. Holmes, it has come to my attention that the Skrull impersonating me took particular interest in international embassies. It is not unexpected that Vulcanus would have documents with such titles lying around."
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He ran a hand through his hair, shifting the sleeve of his simple but long-sleeved shirt surreptitiously. Always long-sleeved anymore. Especially since it seemed people assumed they wouldn't find the holes in his skin, and he wasn't about to sell that to anyone.
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Ghost leaned forward on the table, eyes blazing at the code, feeding it into his traditional breakers and coming back with gibberish--undeterred, continuing.
"Vulcanus wishes to own everything. The greed of such individuals does not surprise me either."
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He raised an eyebrow at Ghost's comments, the notes slowing as he looked over at him. "The removal of human governments is not, I think, the issue here, Ghost." His voice was flat though there was a slight trace of amusement in it. "And blind guessing only makes us wrong even when we're right."
sorry for the delay while i was on hiatus sob
He returned his attention to the letters, silently focusing on them for a long moment. "I cannot say that guessing may count for nothing. An educated guess may be the key to unlocking this."