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paradisalogs2012-05-15 01:11 am
The hands of the many must join as one
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.
THE MEETING
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.”
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Boy, does he mean that in more ways than one...
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INTRODUCTIONS
"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
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."
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ALLIES
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
A proper protocol should be put in place for dealing with them.
There's also the castle itself we have to worry about..."