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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[molotov]

"What is it? What are aliens creating that is so much more advanced?"

[cheerupemoborg]

"Certain energy weapons are profoundly more efficient, not to mention effective, then what we're used to.

There's one weapon I really wish I could replicate here. It's called a power ring."

[molotov]

"And you cannot recreate it here? Why not?"

[cheerupemoborg]

"It needs a very specific power source. Naturally, it's not here."

[molotov]

Molotov arches her eyebrow, then tosses her cigarette to the warehouse floor before grinding it out with her toe.

"Can you not wish for the power source?"

[cheerupemoborg]

"I doubt it. It won't even let you wish for a measly pistol, the chances of me getting a power battery are very low."

But hey, he could always go try sometime.