The hands of the many must join as one

[cheerupemoborg]

Who: Bad Guys, mostly
What: Dark Meetings
When: Midnight on a mid May evening.
Where: The industrial district of town.
Rating: PG-13? You never know with these types.

It wasn't until now that Hank realized just how easily this could all blow up in his face.

You'd think a smart guy like Hank would have known this early on, but so far he hadn't had any real reason to think so. It wasn't until he considered the very nature of the people he may be working with that he starts to think about it, and in truth, it actually gives him pause - but just for a moment. They're nothing like the Joker, that is, someone who is so unpredictable and out of control it makes allying with them difficult, if not outright impossible and even counter productive.

But who was Hank to judge? He'd let violence and blood-lust get the better of him more than a few times since losing his mortality. If anything, it was at least going to be a very interesting experiment, and for a man of science like Hank, that was more than enough.. He leans against the wall of the dark, abandoned warehouse.

A very old building, the warehouse wasn’t particularly large or one of those huge places that you’d imagine cargo ships would use to unload their goods into. No, it was much more humble, something you’d see around the turn of the century – or earlier – and fit the classical feel of the City Royale perfectly.

All that was left to do now, was wait.

He'd gotten good at that.

ooc: feel free to make your own sections! In conjunction with this post.

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THE SEARCH

[cheerupemoborg]

The City Royale may be a fairly humble place, but that doesn’t change the fact that finding one old building out of a bunch of buildings is any easier. Maybe they’ll run into one of their fellow searchers, or someone else entirely?


ooc: this is open to all!

THE WAREHOUSE

[cheerupemoborg]

Once it's been found, all who enter will see mostly darkness and an extremely faint red light that oh-so-slightly reveals the outline of what appears to be a man. Upon closer inspection, it becomes obvious that light is, in fact, coming from his eye.

He stands in a secluded corner, unmoving save for the occasional peek at the ceiling, as if on the look out for something. He’ll greets anyone who’ll approach him, cold but polite enough.

It’s at this point that everyone can get a good look at each other and first introductions can get out of the way until enough people arrive.

THE WAREHOUSE

[jimfromit]

Jim wasn't awfully fond of the warehouse. It was dank, cold and very unbecoming on a gentleman of his standing.

However from a professional standpoint it made sense to meet somewhere isolated and abandoned, to help keep a level of anonymity from the goody two shoes of the world. Nobody appreciated anonymity more than him back home.

It reminded him a little of the area he had to hide Oscar Dzundza when he was under Moriartys employment.

He sees Hank's outline in the corner. He smiles whilst keeping his hands clasped behind him in a professional manner.

"Mr Henshaw"

[cheerupemoborg]

"Moriarty."

He makes no movements but turns his head to face him.

"I take it you weren't followed?"

[needtoruleit]

Well! It's been a while since he's gotten to head into town for a shady meet-up like this. It's familiar, and exciting, and it really does hit the spot after all that silly imprisonment business.

Ah, taking a nice deep breath of musty warehouse air when he wanders in. Hands shoved casually in his pockets, smirking a little to himself, he really does seem entirely too comfortable with this situation. A little overeager.

[cheerupemoborg]

Hank makes no moves to greet Billy beyond turning his heat to look at him. That comfort level of his is a bit too high for Hank's tastes.

"Don't get too comfortable. We're not out of the woods yet."

He stares back at parts of the ceiling, once again looking for something no one else can see..

[molotov]

When Molotov arrives, it's in a cloud of smoke.

She's been chain-smoking pretty much since she left her room, and she's a little late. 'Don't tell any goody-two-shoes where you're going' is a tall order when you're married to one of them, so she had to sneak out before she could wander around, looking for warehouse. When she finally finds it, her mood isn't much improved -- she hates things like this. She can see the necessity, but a little luxury never hurt anyone.

She can see Hank's outline in the corner, but Molotov isn't the kind of woman who goes around trying to make a good impression, so she just lights up a new cigarette and waits for him to formally introduce himself. Or not. Whatever.

[cheerupemoborg]

No introductions - he's still preoccupied with looking around for... whatever - but she does get a nod when he sees her.

That cloud of smoke catches his eye, though.

"You smoked the whole way here?"

THE WAREHOUSE

[traken_master]

The Master showed up at the warehouse, wondering who else would come. He didn't trust Henshaw. He didn't trust anyone. Still, their proposed efforts required allies. So, here he was and he was willing to at least examine these others.

"Good evening, Mr. Henshaw."

Re: THE WAREHOUSE

[cheerupemoborg]

Trust is always hard to come by, but not having secret motives helps, or so Hank figures.

"Evening. I take it you found the place easily enough?"

[prettyknives]

Clove decided to go ahead and see what this summons was all about. But once she got to the location she lingered close to the entrance. She didn't really know these people; she certainly wasn't going to go walking into a dark warehouse with them.

[cheerupemoborg]

Hank spies her from inside the building, watching to see what her next move will be.

Secrecy was nominally important, and he wasn't about to let her leave this place with knowledge of their activities.

[perfectisnteasy]

Even responding to the invitation would have been a waste of energy, an inefficiency. The best thing to do, CLU decides, would be to just show up. It's his first time out of the castle proper, and down into what he fully sees as the Users' world. Midnight in the City Royale suits him, though: the dark skies remind him of the Grid, and the streets are bare and easier to navigate. He leaves early, around ten-thirty, to have time to wander around the map a bit at his leisure and get to know the surrounding area.

When he does arrive, he'll just stake out his own little corner of wall. CLU's here to observe and be impressed, not to offer up any secrets of his own.

[cheerupemoborg]

So, he showed. No Rinzler in sight, though. Oh well.

THE JOURNEY

[cheerupemoborg]

“I’d say enough of us are here. Now, stand close to me.”

With a single movement of his mechanical arm, Hank activates something. There’s a blinding flash, a roar of what sounds like thunder, and a feeling of profound confusion that quickly subsides.

“There. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

THE MEETING

[cheerupemoborg]

It now becomes apparent that they’ve all been teleported to… a board room? No, not a board room, it’s too large for that.

The only light sources are the walls themselves: computer screens that continuously play golden, moving, intricate designs on a black background. Dim, yet cozy. A large, dark red carpet covers most of the floor, with black tile visible at its edges – which also cover the ceiling.

In the center is a very long, ornate, barrel-shaped table, carved out of fine dark wood. A pitcher of ice water and some cups await on a tray in its center. There are plenty of desk chairs for everybody, though it’d be better to call them thrones on wheels than simple desk chairs. Hank grabs one and motions for the others to do the same.

“Have a seat. There’s a lot to discuss.”

[perfectisnteasy]

"Now, this is more like it." CLU's already moving for - er, the chair at the other far end of the table. He knows he's not in charge, but he can at least have his delusions, because this place reminds him of the Grid the most out of anywhere he's been since he arrived.

[cheerupemoborg]

"Glad you like it. It's just the tip of the iceberg, however."

Boy, does he mean that in more ways than one...

INTRODUCTIONS

[cheerupemoborg]

Hank steeples his fingers as he leans back in his chair.

"Now, we can't begin if we don't know what to call one another. Tell me your name, and what you hope to accomplish in Paradisa.

I am Hank, and I want to leave. More than anything."

INTRODUCTIONS

[jimfromit]

Jim had taken the seat next to CLU. After he had taken it all in, he had to admit he was impressed.

He took a drink of water before he spoke.

"Jim Moriarty"

"I want to leave but I also want to be entertained. I want something that can break up the monotonous cycle of monster attacks and party’s that these idiots seem to be content with."

ALLIES

[cheerupemoborg]

"If this is to be successful, then we're going to need help. One of the things I ask of each of you is to remain vigilant for possible recruits.

On top of that... there's the issue of one Legato Bluesummers. He's a formidable telepath and would make an excellent addition to our little club. I've worked with him once before.

However, I've no idea what's become of him. He's alive, I know that. I suspect he's either in the Dead Zone or somewhere else beyond my sight."

One of the TARDIS, for intsance.

THE CASTLE

[cheerupemoborg]

"Our chief concern at the moment should be the castle residents. I doubt our we can remain secret forever, and even if we do they'll still be nuisance.

A proper protocol should be put in place for dealing with them.

There's also the castle itself we have to worry about..."

PRYING EYES

[cheerupemoborg]

Now what the heck are all these shady folks doing wandering around this late at night? Better yet, what’s YOU”RE character doing wandering around this late at night?


ooc: this section is open to all~

Re: PRYING EYES

[sixguns]

Noah had been unable to sleep. Nightmares were his constant companion, and there were nights he simply couldn't continue to try.

Walking seemed to help, so made his way to the churchyard. He lit a cigar and let his mind wander. So many things to get done, and it seemed they had all the time in the world to do it. It put him on edge; nothing stayed quiet for long. The pendulum always swung in the opposite direction, eventually.

A figure emerged from the darkness, clad in black and skulking along the street. How the fool thought he was being stealthy, Noah had no idea. Paradisa was full of oddballs, and he was prepared to think nothing more of it.

Until he saw another. This one was more flamboyantly dressed, and heading in the same direction. And then another and another.

Noah crushed out his cigar and, curious, he decided to follow along at a safe distance. Eventually, they came to a warehouse. He didn't go in, not right off, but stayed out of sight. The weight of his revolver against his chest was a comfort as he slipped inside and settled down into the shadows to watch and listen.


[ooc: the villains Noah saw were no one in particular. he's going to listen in--and he can be found if you like. if this post isn't cool with you, I can edit or delete. :) ]

[cheerupemoborg]

Using his x-ray vision, Hank scours all of the nearby streets, as well as the sky, from his spot in the warehouse.

It doesn't take long for Hank spot this man, but based of his appearance he merely brushes him off as little more than one of the townsfolk. A second peek, however, confirms that this person is not one of them: they don't dress like that.

He does his best impression of a scowl. This early on and they might already have a problem. Well, that's fine, provided he makes no moves... but they may need to be quiet.

ooc: It's cool!