Post by The B-Witch on Oct 22, 2011 10:36:31 GMT -5
Mark. Mal, Brandy
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*In the penthouse of the clique's long island safehouse.....the winner of this years award for supervillain of the year the high lord of haberdashery himself....the Schemer .....his lovely lover....and winner of supervillainess of the year....Hard Core....and their daughters mia and hattie sit...entertaining a guest....their ally the seaborn sovereign, LLyron. The reason for the visit.....the future relationship between Lark and Llyron.
There have been hints they were on the verge of being engaged. Truly Llyron has expressed deep interest. Now the Schemer wants things made official. He wants some light at the tunnel....as it were....some sign that one day he could ship off his idiot daughter to someone. *
So Llyron...try the Lemon trout almondine. It's exceptional. My chef makes the best dishes. He dare not do otherwise.
*He settled back in his seat....puffing and expensive cigar...allowing the building vents to remove second hand smoke instantly....he did not want his daughters exposed to such carcinogens.
Meanwhile.....at the service entrance of the building....dozens of crates are being dropped off from the supervillain awards group....prizes for those that were won awards. His robots call up requesting they be allowed to bring them into the safehouse. Clearance is given.....and the crates are allowed ingress.*
So...what thought have you given to becoming officially engaged to my lovely skylark, LLyron. It seems the natural next step between you two crazy lovesick kids.
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LLyron smiled.
"I've thought about it seriously. She is a charming and utterly entertaining woman, so talented and a pure vision of beauty. But ... you know my concerns with the press. Plus my concerns for progeny. Unlike the babbling of my dear father, hybrids are NOT sterile. Look at Wolf-Dog hybrids, they often have progeny."
He smelled the trout, but passed. Granted, he carried detection devices for poisoning but schemer was one of a half dozen unrivaled intellects on the planet.
"Also, I am thinking of invoking old Atlantean tradition of multiple wives. That way I am sure of a naturally conceived heir ... despite my limited fertility. You yourself have availed yourself of having multiple couplings and off-springs, though none great than your lovely Adrianna. And her children are they HEIGHT of beauty, intelligence and ability. When are YOU getting married?"
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Adrianna chuckles softly, "Legally...we are by now, at least by law recognized as a couple. It isn't as if I wanted or needed a church ceremony." She chuckles softly, having filled out all the paperwork for the certificate herself and simply had him sign when he wasn't paying attention.
"As for my girls, they best not be getting married any time soon. As far as I've seen, they haven't really started getting interested in boys yet."
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Mia picked at her fish a bit, glad that chef at least didn't send the whole thing out, head tail...eyes. She shudders a bit when her father had her pick her fish, not wanting any fish at all. Then she furrows her brow hearing the words from the manfish about how she and her sister were beautiful and intelligent.
"So not ready for boys..." she smirks, thinking that she'd break one if he tried kissing her..you know, unless he was cute, then she'd just bruise him a little.
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Hattie looks between Llyron and her father, trying not to simply probe their minds, but shivers a bit when she feels some intention of Llyron wanting she and her sister as well as Jessica. She gets a piece of her fish, then scrapes it a bit before placing it in her mouth, not wanting to comment, or at least make her thoughts heard about her opinion of her sister and the green man.
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Ixnay on the multiple coupling and marriage zay, LLyonay. *The Schemer said softly hoping only LLyron would hear. He made a quick gesture towards Hard Core....letting it be know those subjects were taboo around her. He would have stated this telepathically....but that d**n selenium was making it next to impossible to think let alone speak none verbal level.
When Hard Core spoke of them being a couple legally...he simply nodded....not letting on about the recent change in common wealth laws in New York state. *
Yes...of course you're correct my darling. *He said and turned towards Mia.* Agreed. Stay a child as long as you can. No boys for you for a while. I'm not ready to give you up, darling.
*Meanwhile....the Schemer placed his omniblaster on his perfectly polished oak desk....displaying he was not going to let LLyron weasel out of accepting Lark as his own. He was not getting stuck with the moronic magpie the rest of his life.*
So...you were saying about Lark, Llyron??
*Meanwhile....the crates were being sent to the rooms of every winner from the recent awards. And then came a knock at the Schemer's office. He bode the robot that knocked ingress and suggested he open the crate. The first mistake of the evening.*
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He smiled.
"Lark is the perigee of women, the closest such a heavenly entity ever comes to mortality. But I'm thinking other marriages might also be appropriate. Supernalia ... would allow me a legal standing to some day intrude upon her empire. And a few others. I was thinking perhaps SEVEN brides ..."
No, he wouldn't sacrifice them to Set. Would he
"A press friendly way to marry Lark might be for you to FORCE me to marry her, in return for the life of some innocent captive. Perhaps ... Wonder Woman. That would gain me a IN with the amazons."
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"Wonder Woman is not being so much held as a captive, as she is staying as a personal guest. She hasn't expressed any interest in leaving." She smirks a bit, taking a bite of her fish, "Seven wives, you say. How many might become sacrificed? That does seem a bit close to being ritual, after all."
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Mia just nods to her father, "No boys...right...bunch of pansies anyway, can't even compete with me on the field, doubt they'd survive with me in public." She does sulk a bit, but would rather the fishman think she wasn't interested than try to press for her.
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The Amazon loves mother...she likes being with a strong woman who can understand the failings of men. At least that's what I get from her. She sips her water a bit, forcing herself to take natural pauses as if she were speaking. Besides, dad is kind of a horndog from what people think when around him...probably why mom wanted to be with him, he wouldn't give up.
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*In the penthouse of the clique's long island safehouse.....the winner of this years award for supervillain of the year the high lord of haberdashery himself....the Schemer .....his lovely lover....and winner of supervillainess of the year....Hard Core....and their daughters mia and hattie sit...entertaining a guest....their ally the seaborn sovereign, LLyron. The reason for the visit.....the future relationship between Lark and Llyron.
There have been hints they were on the verge of being engaged. Truly Llyron has expressed deep interest. Now the Schemer wants things made official. He wants some light at the tunnel....as it were....some sign that one day he could ship off his idiot daughter to someone. *
So Llyron...try the Lemon trout almondine. It's exceptional. My chef makes the best dishes. He dare not do otherwise.
*He settled back in his seat....puffing and expensive cigar...allowing the building vents to remove second hand smoke instantly....he did not want his daughters exposed to such carcinogens.
Meanwhile.....at the service entrance of the building....dozens of crates are being dropped off from the supervillain awards group....prizes for those that were won awards. His robots call up requesting they be allowed to bring them into the safehouse. Clearance is given.....and the crates are allowed ingress.*
So...what thought have you given to becoming officially engaged to my lovely skylark, LLyron. It seems the natural next step between you two crazy lovesick kids.
--
LLyron smiled.
"I've thought about it seriously. She is a charming and utterly entertaining woman, so talented and a pure vision of beauty. But ... you know my concerns with the press. Plus my concerns for progeny. Unlike the babbling of my dear father, hybrids are NOT sterile. Look at Wolf-Dog hybrids, they often have progeny."
He smelled the trout, but passed. Granted, he carried detection devices for poisoning but schemer was one of a half dozen unrivaled intellects on the planet.
"Also, I am thinking of invoking old Atlantean tradition of multiple wives. That way I am sure of a naturally conceived heir ... despite my limited fertility. You yourself have availed yourself of having multiple couplings and off-springs, though none great than your lovely Adrianna. And her children are they HEIGHT of beauty, intelligence and ability. When are YOU getting married?"
--
Adrianna chuckles softly, "Legally...we are by now, at least by law recognized as a couple. It isn't as if I wanted or needed a church ceremony." She chuckles softly, having filled out all the paperwork for the certificate herself and simply had him sign when he wasn't paying attention.
"As for my girls, they best not be getting married any time soon. As far as I've seen, they haven't really started getting interested in boys yet."
--
Mia picked at her fish a bit, glad that chef at least didn't send the whole thing out, head tail...eyes. She shudders a bit when her father had her pick her fish, not wanting any fish at all. Then she furrows her brow hearing the words from the manfish about how she and her sister were beautiful and intelligent.
"So not ready for boys..." she smirks, thinking that she'd break one if he tried kissing her..you know, unless he was cute, then she'd just bruise him a little.
--
Hattie looks between Llyron and her father, trying not to simply probe their minds, but shivers a bit when she feels some intention of Llyron wanting she and her sister as well as Jessica. She gets a piece of her fish, then scrapes it a bit before placing it in her mouth, not wanting to comment, or at least make her thoughts heard about her opinion of her sister and the green man.
--
Ixnay on the multiple coupling and marriage zay, LLyonay. *The Schemer said softly hoping only LLyron would hear. He made a quick gesture towards Hard Core....letting it be know those subjects were taboo around her. He would have stated this telepathically....but that d**n selenium was making it next to impossible to think let alone speak none verbal level.
When Hard Core spoke of them being a couple legally...he simply nodded....not letting on about the recent change in common wealth laws in New York state. *
Yes...of course you're correct my darling. *He said and turned towards Mia.* Agreed. Stay a child as long as you can. No boys for you for a while. I'm not ready to give you up, darling.
*Meanwhile....the Schemer placed his omniblaster on his perfectly polished oak desk....displaying he was not going to let LLyron weasel out of accepting Lark as his own. He was not getting stuck with the moronic magpie the rest of his life.*
So...you were saying about Lark, Llyron??
*Meanwhile....the crates were being sent to the rooms of every winner from the recent awards. And then came a knock at the Schemer's office. He bode the robot that knocked ingress and suggested he open the crate. The first mistake of the evening.*
--
He smiled.
"Lark is the perigee of women, the closest such a heavenly entity ever comes to mortality. But I'm thinking other marriages might also be appropriate. Supernalia ... would allow me a legal standing to some day intrude upon her empire. And a few others. I was thinking perhaps SEVEN brides ..."
No, he wouldn't sacrifice them to Set. Would he
"A press friendly way to marry Lark might be for you to FORCE me to marry her, in return for the life of some innocent captive. Perhaps ... Wonder Woman. That would gain me a IN with the amazons."
--
"Wonder Woman is not being so much held as a captive, as she is staying as a personal guest. She hasn't expressed any interest in leaving." She smirks a bit, taking a bite of her fish, "Seven wives, you say. How many might become sacrificed? That does seem a bit close to being ritual, after all."
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Mia just nods to her father, "No boys...right...bunch of pansies anyway, can't even compete with me on the field, doubt they'd survive with me in public." She does sulk a bit, but would rather the fishman think she wasn't interested than try to press for her.
--
The Amazon loves mother...she likes being with a strong woman who can understand the failings of men. At least that's what I get from her. She sips her water a bit, forcing herself to take natural pauses as if she were speaking. Besides, dad is kind of a horndog from what people think when around him...probably why mom wanted to be with him, he wouldn't give up.
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