Post by simontrask on Jan 24, 2011 11:37:05 GMT -5
Schemer: *The Schemer was hunkering down for a counter attack. Even though he sent Hard Core to quell the nerves of Arctic over the fact his idiot son had taken the daughter Aliana on a 'forced' vacation. He had dispatched Hard Core...the girls godmother to talk to Arctic....and keep things calm. Although he received a good report on the meeting...he did not trust Arctic to remain calm. She had developed into a powerful mutant...nearly level five....and she had bouts of unstability. He was taking no chances.*
Rocket!!! Get in here!!! Code one emergency!!! Robot drones!! Close up the church...activate defensive messures!! If Arctic shows.....tell her I left for italy.
*He grabbed his omniblaster and hid toward the far wall of the room. Arctic was not going to get him. He was not going down for his son's indiscertion.*
Rocket: Rocket heard the Schemer yelling for her. She had just been outside cheching the perimiters of the church and beyond that. She had gotten into a fight with a street thug who had tried to rob her so naturally she was hungry. She came walking into where the Schemer was picking up his ominblaster and freaking out.
"Sir, I have checked everyting already like you told me to before." She had a turkey leg in one hand, a half of a pumpkin pie in the other and in her mouth she was finishing up chewing on an apple. She swallowed.
"And yes, you are right. YOu should not have to go down because Prodigy had a yen for jail bait the other day. What in Gotham City was he thinking?"
Anthea Flannan
Slowly, creeping up the church was a hunched over old woman leaning heavily on a gnarled cane, with her other hand stretched out in front of her, yet, she still seemed to know the way perfectly. That’s when it was noticed, her lips were moving ever so slightly - she was counting steps.
It seemed to be because of this technique that she could anticipate features, and with an ear tilted upward she could avoid other visitors to the church as well as she slowly made her way to the altar room.
Schemer: *The Schemer nodded towards Rocket in response.* I know....the boy is a fool. He takes after his mother...and she was a dolt...so how could he be any different.
*He was double checking the secuirty devices.* Okay...Laser grid on. microphones on....death pit ready. Alright....as a last resort....I want you to protect if Arctic gets through. God knows what she might do if she manages to get at me. I know she'll blame me for my mornic son's actions....I just know it.
*H was so concerned about Arctic..he was not watching for others that might be making their appearence this night.*
Rocket: Rocket put the pie on the rectory desk and nibbled on the turkey leg as she watched the Schemer working on the security devices.
"Why should Artic be mad at you? You can't control everything Prodigy does. He is a grown man who takes underage girls off to Rio for limes and coconuts and.... God knows what..." She trails off and clears her throat. "Yeaaah, bad move Winston Jr."
She nibbles on the turkey leg again. "Well you are pretty well protected here. Maybe she does not even know you are here. Perhaps we should discuss your plans for becoming Pope?"
Althrough she had no idea how she and the other female members of the Clique were going to fit in there. She was not looking forward to flying around in nun's habits.
Anthea: Once the woman was inside the doors, she inhaled deeply and smiled before she turned 90 degrees, counted her steps past the pews and turned again before her hand came into contact with the fine wood grain.
“I’ve come for confession. Is anyone about?” she called softly, yet in the still sanctity of the church, it would be more than clear to make out her words.
Schemer: Because she's a lunatic!! She's addicted to the power pills I once used in a scheme....or she was last I heard, Rocket. They boost her power to levels beyond most clique agents. I dare say only Spectrum and Hard Core might have a chance of defeating her. But he only had Rocket present. *He would have prefered Lark...she was more expendable. But at least he had someone to get between himself and ice hearted harpy.
Then a familar female voice was heard. but it was not Arctic. Rather it was that tiresome telepath, Anthea Flannan.*
Her....here!! And she's mocking me!!! She tasks me this one!!!
*He gestured toward Rocket.* Come with me....we'll see what she wants and how she got by our security.
Rocket: "You made power pills in a scheme and no a very powerful individual is addiected to them? Schemer? Is there anything you have not done?" She started to say and botched up but she nibbled on the turkey leg instead deciding not to go with that line of questioning.
Suddenly she heard a soft voice calling that the needed a confession. She raised her brow when Schemer freaked over the individual.
"Ok. Lets go see what she wants, boss." She had been sitting on the side of the desk.She slid down and took up her half of a pie again in one hand. She had no idea who the Schemer was talking about. But as long as it was not Artic she didn't much care.
Anthea: She hears footsteps close and takes a deep inhale. “I smell incense… and… hair products.” She said, tilting her head a little. “Who are you?” she said gently as she reached a hand out in the direction of the new comers. “It’s taken me so long to walk here… I just wish to have confession?” she pleaded gently.
Schemer: *The Schemer grumbled as Rocket whined about his past schemes. As if she could understand with her primative brain. The fact was...her thoughts on the matter sprung from a brain too meger to comprehend his reality.*
Yes....there is my dear Rocket. There is....if I had done everything....there would be no more schemes...and then where would the world be???
*As they appoarched Anthea.....he turned his attention away from Rocket....and towards the blind woman.*
You're smelling rocket. An associate of mine. And of course we know each other. If I'd known you were coming...I'd have moved the furniture around.
*He chuckled at his own attempt of non-politically correct humor then got down to business.* What do want here??? And don't tell me, confession.
Rocket: “I do not know where the world would be without those schemes, it is true. But the question is how much more can it take?"
Rocket saw the newcomer and noticed she was blind. She frowned a little at the Schemer for being so rude to a blind women.
"Yes, I do have a good hair conditioner, miss. And an excellent gel. If you need any tips I have a lot of them. The wind chill factor is murder on hair and skin."
She nods and take a bite out of the pumpkin pie, waiting to see what the new lady was going to do about the moving furniture around comment.
Anthea: Her face grew reproachful as she turned her ear toward the source of the sound. “Rocket? Associate? Oh my dear, are you entering the convent? Noble choice, that. I commend you for making the commitments I could not.” She said warmly as she held out her hand. “Please, let me shake your hand? Or… am I… Oh no no… I am in not in need of such things.” She said, reaching up and pulling off her hood, which revealed a much more old-looking face crowned by a head of rapidly thinning gray and unkempt hair.
But her face grew curious at the comments made. “I… am not sure I understand. Move the furniture? You wished to impede my movement?” she asked with concern. “Am I… no longer welcome here?” she asked, touching a hand to her chest in shock.
“Of course I have come for confession. I come here every week at the same time… I… you don’t remember me? I spoke with Brother Jacob on the way. I always enjoy his voice. He has a very soothing baritone. I would enjoy him reading the phone book to me.” She said with a soft laugh.
Schemer: Yes i do have good hair conditioner. *The Schemer repeated...lamenting her remarks. As if anyone cared about her hair. Why was it that great men were surrounded by lesser beings? At least he was not force to deal with that dim bulb, Spectrum....or his idiot daughter, Lark....or even worse....that insuferable kiss ass, quill pen.*
Yes yes Rocket...lovely hair. I'm thrilled. *He listened carefully to blind woman and gestured for Rocket to hold her ground. Not like she could tear herself away from the pumpkin pie.*
Don't touch her....she's up to something. *He said and took a step towards his 'guest'. Don't play coy, woman. You know exactly who I am and what I am up too. Don't stand in my way!! Consider that the only warning I intend to give!!
Rocket: Rocket gasps. She thought she was going to take nun vows.
"What? Me? Taking nun's vows? Oh, hell no!" Her voice rang through the church and she cringed and cleared her throat. "Ah, sorry. I mean. Oh, jeepers no. I"m not the type to go into the order." She started to take the old lady hand to shake it but was stopped by Schemer.
She looked at the boss for a moment and made a face at him like he was nuts but she did not make a move to take the lady's hand.
"Yeah, I know, Father Jacob. He does have a voice like butter," Nods and looks at the Schemer again in confusion. The guy never really shared anything, he just bossed.
Anthea: “My mistake dear. I was only trying to guess by what I heard. I… I am trying to make up for seeing facial expressions by listening to the inflections in voices. You are a smart girl. I like you.” she said with a soft smile.
“Jacob has been most kind to me. Took me in last winter when I could no longer stay in my home. But I couldn’t put him out more than I already had.” She explained simply. “I am not playing at anything… I… I just came for confession, like I always do. Are you new to the church where you don’t know me?” she asked.
Schemer: *For once the Schemer agreed with Rocket.* Yes....her being a nun would never work. I suppose you could say...she kicked the habit??
*He chuckled again.* Oh that was a witty one now wasn't it. *But he did not linger on his bit of classic holy humor...and turned back to the matter at hand. The blind woman was playing coy. He would play along.*
Confession, eh?? Very well. Not looking for hand outs or anything??? Fishes and loaves...wafers and wine. Or did you just want confess your sins?? Please...let it all out my dear.
Rocket: "Well thanks, lady. You seem nice too."
Rocket looked at Schemer and laughed at his habit joke. "That was pretty good! Yeah, it is one I don't want to pick up again.
She eyed Schemer. "Fishes and loaved and wafters and wine? Man, you are going to get smitted in here."
She looked to the new comer again. "WEll if you want to confess you have the cardinal right here. You can't get baetter than that." She laughed as she had seen Shemer do confessions.
Anthea: I provide for myself as I always have. I wouldn’t dare ask others to provide for me.” She said, shocked at the idea. “I… am not sure what to say to that. I… I am not sure what is going on here…” she said, wringing her hands a little in nervous agitation until her cane crashed to the ground, letting out an echo through the cavernous walls of the church.
Slowly, she bent down to retrieve her walking aid, letting out several cracks, pops and creaks of joints. Clearly, the pain was echoed on her face as well, but she was clearly too proud to ask for help.
Schemer: Of course. *The Schemer said quickly in response to Rocket's remarks.* All my jests are funny. I'm pleased to see someone around here apprieciates my humor.
*He did not bother crowing too long aboput that....as the blind woman was starting to bore him.* Alright...and an opponent...you're somewhat interesting. This helpless blind woman act however...I find dulling to say the least. Lets spell it out. I'm am the Schemer.....and you know that. there....I confessed...confession is over.
*He cocked his thumb at the blind woman* Toss her out!!! I'll protect your mind with my telepathic power. *He reached into his pocket and fished out a 5 dollar bill.*
Just to show you I have a heart...give her this...and drop her next to that coffee shop acorss the street. That should by her a few muffins....and a cup of Joesph.*
Rocket: "Who is this person, Schemer? I am not going to just throw an old lady out of a church. Can't you get Father Jacob out of the deep freeze and let the lady talk to her?"
She looked at the old lady. "What is your name since we are doing introductions."
Anthea:
After the arduous journey to reach the floor to pick up her cane and straighten… he’d made his declaration. She gasped and looked particularly shocked as she unconsciously took a few steps backward, knocking over a candelabra. “Sorry… sorry… I… I am…” she said, clearly frightened of the spectre in front of her. “I… I have heard that name. Many… many times. I have smelled the fires of your destruction, I’ve listened to the weaping of tears shed because of you!”
She pulled her hood up and huddled her arms close to her body. “My name is Gloria Shultz. You can look me up in any registrar you wish. I have been coming to this church all my life. I was married here, baptized three children and buried my husband here. I… I don’t want any trouble.” She said seriously. “I… I will leave. Please… don’t hurt me?” she said softly.
Rocket!!! Get in here!!! Code one emergency!!! Robot drones!! Close up the church...activate defensive messures!! If Arctic shows.....tell her I left for italy.
*He grabbed his omniblaster and hid toward the far wall of the room. Arctic was not going to get him. He was not going down for his son's indiscertion.*
Rocket: Rocket heard the Schemer yelling for her. She had just been outside cheching the perimiters of the church and beyond that. She had gotten into a fight with a street thug who had tried to rob her so naturally she was hungry. She came walking into where the Schemer was picking up his ominblaster and freaking out.
"Sir, I have checked everyting already like you told me to before." She had a turkey leg in one hand, a half of a pumpkin pie in the other and in her mouth she was finishing up chewing on an apple. She swallowed.
"And yes, you are right. YOu should not have to go down because Prodigy had a yen for jail bait the other day. What in Gotham City was he thinking?"
Anthea Flannan
Slowly, creeping up the church was a hunched over old woman leaning heavily on a gnarled cane, with her other hand stretched out in front of her, yet, she still seemed to know the way perfectly. That’s when it was noticed, her lips were moving ever so slightly - she was counting steps.
It seemed to be because of this technique that she could anticipate features, and with an ear tilted upward she could avoid other visitors to the church as well as she slowly made her way to the altar room.
Schemer: *The Schemer nodded towards Rocket in response.* I know....the boy is a fool. He takes after his mother...and she was a dolt...so how could he be any different.
*He was double checking the secuirty devices.* Okay...Laser grid on. microphones on....death pit ready. Alright....as a last resort....I want you to protect if Arctic gets through. God knows what she might do if she manages to get at me. I know she'll blame me for my mornic son's actions....I just know it.
*H was so concerned about Arctic..he was not watching for others that might be making their appearence this night.*
Rocket: Rocket put the pie on the rectory desk and nibbled on the turkey leg as she watched the Schemer working on the security devices.
"Why should Artic be mad at you? You can't control everything Prodigy does. He is a grown man who takes underage girls off to Rio for limes and coconuts and.... God knows what..." She trails off and clears her throat. "Yeaaah, bad move Winston Jr."
She nibbles on the turkey leg again. "Well you are pretty well protected here. Maybe she does not even know you are here. Perhaps we should discuss your plans for becoming Pope?"
Althrough she had no idea how she and the other female members of the Clique were going to fit in there. She was not looking forward to flying around in nun's habits.
Anthea: Once the woman was inside the doors, she inhaled deeply and smiled before she turned 90 degrees, counted her steps past the pews and turned again before her hand came into contact with the fine wood grain.
“I’ve come for confession. Is anyone about?” she called softly, yet in the still sanctity of the church, it would be more than clear to make out her words.
Schemer: Because she's a lunatic!! She's addicted to the power pills I once used in a scheme....or she was last I heard, Rocket. They boost her power to levels beyond most clique agents. I dare say only Spectrum and Hard Core might have a chance of defeating her. But he only had Rocket present. *He would have prefered Lark...she was more expendable. But at least he had someone to get between himself and ice hearted harpy.
Then a familar female voice was heard. but it was not Arctic. Rather it was that tiresome telepath, Anthea Flannan.*
Her....here!! And she's mocking me!!! She tasks me this one!!!
*He gestured toward Rocket.* Come with me....we'll see what she wants and how she got by our security.
Rocket: "You made power pills in a scheme and no a very powerful individual is addiected to them? Schemer? Is there anything you have not done?" She started to say and botched up but she nibbled on the turkey leg instead deciding not to go with that line of questioning.
Suddenly she heard a soft voice calling that the needed a confession. She raised her brow when Schemer freaked over the individual.
"Ok. Lets go see what she wants, boss." She had been sitting on the side of the desk.She slid down and took up her half of a pie again in one hand. She had no idea who the Schemer was talking about. But as long as it was not Artic she didn't much care.
Anthea: She hears footsteps close and takes a deep inhale. “I smell incense… and… hair products.” She said, tilting her head a little. “Who are you?” she said gently as she reached a hand out in the direction of the new comers. “It’s taken me so long to walk here… I just wish to have confession?” she pleaded gently.
Schemer: *The Schemer grumbled as Rocket whined about his past schemes. As if she could understand with her primative brain. The fact was...her thoughts on the matter sprung from a brain too meger to comprehend his reality.*
Yes....there is my dear Rocket. There is....if I had done everything....there would be no more schemes...and then where would the world be???
*As they appoarched Anthea.....he turned his attention away from Rocket....and towards the blind woman.*
You're smelling rocket. An associate of mine. And of course we know each other. If I'd known you were coming...I'd have moved the furniture around.
*He chuckled at his own attempt of non-politically correct humor then got down to business.* What do want here??? And don't tell me, confession.
Rocket: “I do not know where the world would be without those schemes, it is true. But the question is how much more can it take?"
Rocket saw the newcomer and noticed she was blind. She frowned a little at the Schemer for being so rude to a blind women.
"Yes, I do have a good hair conditioner, miss. And an excellent gel. If you need any tips I have a lot of them. The wind chill factor is murder on hair and skin."
She nods and take a bite out of the pumpkin pie, waiting to see what the new lady was going to do about the moving furniture around comment.
Anthea: Her face grew reproachful as she turned her ear toward the source of the sound. “Rocket? Associate? Oh my dear, are you entering the convent? Noble choice, that. I commend you for making the commitments I could not.” She said warmly as she held out her hand. “Please, let me shake your hand? Or… am I… Oh no no… I am in not in need of such things.” She said, reaching up and pulling off her hood, which revealed a much more old-looking face crowned by a head of rapidly thinning gray and unkempt hair.
But her face grew curious at the comments made. “I… am not sure I understand. Move the furniture? You wished to impede my movement?” she asked with concern. “Am I… no longer welcome here?” she asked, touching a hand to her chest in shock.
“Of course I have come for confession. I come here every week at the same time… I… you don’t remember me? I spoke with Brother Jacob on the way. I always enjoy his voice. He has a very soothing baritone. I would enjoy him reading the phone book to me.” She said with a soft laugh.
Schemer: Yes i do have good hair conditioner. *The Schemer repeated...lamenting her remarks. As if anyone cared about her hair. Why was it that great men were surrounded by lesser beings? At least he was not force to deal with that dim bulb, Spectrum....or his idiot daughter, Lark....or even worse....that insuferable kiss ass, quill pen.*
Yes yes Rocket...lovely hair. I'm thrilled. *He listened carefully to blind woman and gestured for Rocket to hold her ground. Not like she could tear herself away from the pumpkin pie.*
Don't touch her....she's up to something. *He said and took a step towards his 'guest'. Don't play coy, woman. You know exactly who I am and what I am up too. Don't stand in my way!! Consider that the only warning I intend to give!!
Rocket: Rocket gasps. She thought she was going to take nun vows.
"What? Me? Taking nun's vows? Oh, hell no!" Her voice rang through the church and she cringed and cleared her throat. "Ah, sorry. I mean. Oh, jeepers no. I"m not the type to go into the order." She started to take the old lady hand to shake it but was stopped by Schemer.
She looked at the boss for a moment and made a face at him like he was nuts but she did not make a move to take the lady's hand.
"Yeah, I know, Father Jacob. He does have a voice like butter," Nods and looks at the Schemer again in confusion. The guy never really shared anything, he just bossed.
Anthea: “My mistake dear. I was only trying to guess by what I heard. I… I am trying to make up for seeing facial expressions by listening to the inflections in voices. You are a smart girl. I like you.” she said with a soft smile.
“Jacob has been most kind to me. Took me in last winter when I could no longer stay in my home. But I couldn’t put him out more than I already had.” She explained simply. “I am not playing at anything… I… I just came for confession, like I always do. Are you new to the church where you don’t know me?” she asked.
Schemer: *For once the Schemer agreed with Rocket.* Yes....her being a nun would never work. I suppose you could say...she kicked the habit??
*He chuckled again.* Oh that was a witty one now wasn't it. *But he did not linger on his bit of classic holy humor...and turned back to the matter at hand. The blind woman was playing coy. He would play along.*
Confession, eh?? Very well. Not looking for hand outs or anything??? Fishes and loaves...wafers and wine. Or did you just want confess your sins?? Please...let it all out my dear.
Rocket: "Well thanks, lady. You seem nice too."
Rocket looked at Schemer and laughed at his habit joke. "That was pretty good! Yeah, it is one I don't want to pick up again.
She eyed Schemer. "Fishes and loaved and wafters and wine? Man, you are going to get smitted in here."
She looked to the new comer again. "WEll if you want to confess you have the cardinal right here. You can't get baetter than that." She laughed as she had seen Shemer do confessions.
Anthea: I provide for myself as I always have. I wouldn’t dare ask others to provide for me.” She said, shocked at the idea. “I… am not sure what to say to that. I… I am not sure what is going on here…” she said, wringing her hands a little in nervous agitation until her cane crashed to the ground, letting out an echo through the cavernous walls of the church.
Slowly, she bent down to retrieve her walking aid, letting out several cracks, pops and creaks of joints. Clearly, the pain was echoed on her face as well, but she was clearly too proud to ask for help.
Schemer: Of course. *The Schemer said quickly in response to Rocket's remarks.* All my jests are funny. I'm pleased to see someone around here apprieciates my humor.
*He did not bother crowing too long aboput that....as the blind woman was starting to bore him.* Alright...and an opponent...you're somewhat interesting. This helpless blind woman act however...I find dulling to say the least. Lets spell it out. I'm am the Schemer.....and you know that. there....I confessed...confession is over.
*He cocked his thumb at the blind woman* Toss her out!!! I'll protect your mind with my telepathic power. *He reached into his pocket and fished out a 5 dollar bill.*
Just to show you I have a heart...give her this...and drop her next to that coffee shop acorss the street. That should by her a few muffins....and a cup of Joesph.*
Rocket: "Who is this person, Schemer? I am not going to just throw an old lady out of a church. Can't you get Father Jacob out of the deep freeze and let the lady talk to her?"
She looked at the old lady. "What is your name since we are doing introductions."
Anthea:
After the arduous journey to reach the floor to pick up her cane and straighten… he’d made his declaration. She gasped and looked particularly shocked as she unconsciously took a few steps backward, knocking over a candelabra. “Sorry… sorry… I… I am…” she said, clearly frightened of the spectre in front of her. “I… I have heard that name. Many… many times. I have smelled the fires of your destruction, I’ve listened to the weaping of tears shed because of you!”
She pulled her hood up and huddled her arms close to her body. “My name is Gloria Shultz. You can look me up in any registrar you wish. I have been coming to this church all my life. I was married here, baptized three children and buried my husband here. I… I don’t want any trouble.” She said seriously. “I… I will leave. Please… don’t hurt me?” she said softly.