Post by simontrask on Jul 13, 2010 21:52:36 GMT -5
The Schemer:
*The Schemer's rage was manifest. Not only had his prototype for the power booster been destroyed...not only had he been humilated on city wide TV thanks to the beetle and inspid insect allies.....not only had those water logged losers the redeemers interfered with his revenge on the beetle....but one of their number actually attacked him personally. And that would never do.
Rocket...his newest member was with him....ad lifted him to the safety of a warehouse three miles from the airport. Also in attendence was his faithful pet....gossamer....his cat.
Gossamer had been a simple stray cat that had somehow managed to find its way into the clique's mid-manhattan headquarters...weaving its way through a maze of defensive systems that the Schemer thought to be impossible to breach. He was so impressed...he adopted the cat....gave a flea dip...and had his genetic specialists alter it's DNA to give it superhuman powers. As far as he was concerned...it was a member of the clique.
After a change of clothes...complete with a fresh hairpiece...fedora....and trousers...he held gossamer in his arms..petting the cat....and having food brought out by his personal robot chef both for Gossamer and Rocket.
In the background....TV monitors in the warehouse safehouse they had retreated too showed replays of the airport battle. WBN, CNN, FOX, NBC, ABC, CBS. It was all that same. The Schemer winced at the sight.*
Increadible. I'm going to be a laughing stock!!! The beetle!! Insect supervillains!!! And a mere redeemer lacky successfully harming me!!! This will never do, Rocket!!! It will never do!!!! We're going out tonight. We're going to knock over a few banks....stir up some terror!!!! I will not be mocked by mere humans!!!
*He coomforted himself by petting the purring cat. It was a emerald green....the Schemer had it's fur dyed that color to match his own favorite color. He displayed the cat to Rocket.*
Delightful isn't she. This is Gossamer. I like cats.....*His eyes narrowed menacingly and he added.* And I don't like people who don't. You like cats don't you rocket???
Rocket:
Once Rocket had put The Schemer down at the warehouse, she followed him indoors. She realized this was one of his safe houses. She looked around with interest. So far it seemed very ordinary. But soon she could see the technology of the TV screens and computers around them.
But then her thoughts were interrupted as the smell of food. She had a hard time listend to the Schemer showing her things and telling her things because she was famashed. Exerting that much power to make airquakes and fly was a lot for her to muster up and it drained her of her energy.
Having been seated and the food served she started in on the meal. Trying to regain energy and strength. And to stop the grumblings of her stomach. She was chewing happily on a turkey leg when the Schemer introduced her cat. She looked at him and then at the green cat.
"Well....to be honest, I"m really more of a dog person. But I do enjoy cats. I like the color of Gossamer." She took another bite of food and swollowed, her mouth still slightly full.
"I have a dog. His name is Sunshine. Might I brigh him along?"
Angelina DeLousia:
~~ Location: in the vacant lot outside the warehouse- ~~
Oddly enough, I found myself not far from the Airport, or maybe it was. I couldn't remember. I stood in the vacant lot having just spent my last twenty bucks on some pretty good medication if you get my meaning. Funny thing was, they didn't get me stoned anymore. They just made things like walking, talking, living tolerable. It wouldn't last long, so I wanted to study while I could. While my head was clear. You see, a week ago I was running from a couple gangbangers I'd just liberated a hundred bucks from, and they cornered me. Quite honestly the thoughts they were broadcasting made my skin crawl and I knew I wasn't much of a match for them. They'd gotten my bag and tossed it away, so the weapons I Had tucked away in there were out of the question. Bubba had to weight five hundred pounds and looked like a mutated osterich on crack. The other, I affectionately called Moose, looked like a midget version of a neutered baboon. They gave me the creeps, and that was an understatement. I was trying to re-create the situation that had sent the gangbangers running without expliantion. I wasn't sure I could but I was sure trying like hell.
Bubba had shot forward, pretty fast for a fat dood. He was screaming something unsavory all the while aimed right at me. I don't think I weighed 110 pounds, soaking wet. If he hit me it was going to hurt! At the same time Moose was trying to be sneaky and that made me laugh. It was all I needed to relax that laugh.
Suddenly Bubba was clutching at his neck and making choking noises while I looked on just thinking how back I wanted to knock the wind out of him and send him reeling back. The huged freakazoid was doing just that, too! Moose started screaming in spanish (as if I didn't know spanish, duh!) that his buddy needed to straighten up. That they needed to get their money back before the boss caught them with their pants around their ankles when I turned on him, holding out my left hand palm up and he shot back! Slamming into the brick wall about thirty feet away. I was so freaked out I'd just grabbed my bag and ran off. Okay, so I helped myself to the pills in Mooses pants pocket, too and then I ran.
I could feel my heart racing, I was visualizing the same situation and reminding myself what the choirboyz were going to do to me if they caught me, I kept getting angier, and angier. My cheeks flushed and It felt like the dragons on my body were coming to life, or at the very least.. moving. Suddenly I screamed, pretty loudly too. I was grateful I was in the middle of nowhere at that point in time (like right now, with the baddies not to far away snicker snort yeah)- and the air around me seemed to explode outwards. Trashcans, dumpsters, debris all went flying and rocks shot through window glass some two blocks away. Needless to say I had my jaw on the floor again just as a couple of those very large rocks shattered the warehouses windows next door.
The Schemer:
*The Schemer felt a sudden twinge as gossamer let out a guff meow. Rocket mentioning a dog had upset the cat. The process that converted the simple alley cat into a mutate had given it two super powers. One...it could alter it's size and become as large and powerful as a bengal tiger. The other granted it supercat intelligence....roughly on par with an average human....and this latter power enabled it to understand English.
It shifted restlessly and hissed at Rocket...an action that caused the Schemer to childe his latest recruit in the clique.*
You've upset gossamer with your talk of dogs, Rocket!!! Apologize at once!!! And speak not of dogs in her presence!!! Is that understood!!!
*The robot chef...that was made too look like Chef Ramsey brought in shepard's pie, Chilian sea bass, Pheasant under glass. And on the floor was placed a bowl of sparkling french water....and fancy feast beef for gossamer. The cat jumped out of the Schemer's arms and darted for the food.*
Enjoy....my chef sets a fine table. He dare not do otherwise...least I program a replacement. *Suddenly...the outside sensor alarms went off. Some form of activity outside.*
What the devil?? Could the redeemers have found me??? I swear...if it's that trouser tearing trollip....I'll....
*He stopped in mid-sentence and used his omniblaster cane to to actrivate the viewscreen....outside camera systems were feeding views of what was occuring. All manner of activity was occuring...and the schemer caught a brief glimpse of Angelina...and thought it might be the redeemer that destroyed his fedora back at the airport.*
Gadfrey!!! It's her!! Llyron's hat hating harlet!! She followed us!!! Rocket!!! Alert!! Stand ready....we're going outside and deal with this. And this time...I'm going to take care of that slack's slicing strumpet once and for all!!! Nobody destroy's my hats and gets away with it!!
Rocket:
When the cat hissed at Rocket she was mid swallow on a piece of phesant. She didn't know that the cat understood English.
"What do you mean apologize to her...I don't understand." She frowned and her eyes followed the cat over to her bowl. That seemed odd that a cat would be upset about the mention of a dog. Rocket shrugged.
"Sure, I'm sorry Gossamer." She gave the Schemer a confused looked and took another bite of food.
"You know, I want to ask you something. If I"m going to join this group I need a uniform of some kind right? I mean I've never been what you would call a joiner."
But her question was cut short at the sound of glass breaking in the warehouse.
"Oh, d**nit. I've not finished my food." She stood up and watched the screens stuffing a pice of bread in her pocket and putting another piece of pheasant in her mouth.
"I'm ready when you are boss."
Angelina DeLousia:
~~ Location: in the vacant lot outside the warehouse- ~~
It sounded like there were bombs going off. And then there was silence. And my head felt like it was going to explode, again. The pills I'd taken seemed to have left the building so to speak but really it was just the the after-effects of the kinetic explosiond I'd managed to recreate. I was d**ned lucky that a couple weeks back the dead body of Bubba was found 'accidently' and I hadn't been linked. Moose wasn't going to let anyone know they'd gotten beaten by a girl. I shook my head. Long black hair swinging around somewhat violently as I tried to clear the buzzing out of my ears. I was talking, but I couldn't hear. Hell, I wasnt talking I was screaming but I didn't know that. "THAT WAS ON BIG BANG ANG!" I told myself. "NOW HOW DID I DO IT? WHAT IS IT!?" I sounded perfectly normal to myself of course. And I didn't think there was anyone nearby. I began to pace, pulling a pack of cigarettes I'd stolen from from somewhere or another, tapped one out and lit it up. I couldn't exactly walk into the the local library, and do research. I cute mug was on the Air, and probably hung on a poster in the post office too for all I knew. I puffed on the cigarette, breathing deeply then exhailing as I paced wildly talking to myself. I paused, suddenly digging into my bag. My nose was begining to bleed. I just wiped it off with the back of my hand and kept looking through my bag. "come on, you have to be in here..." I grunted, though I was kind of 'lost' in my new discovery at the moment.
The Schemer:
*The Schemer lead the way outside of the warehouse....with rocket in tow. Gossamer was left inside to feast. Along the way...he made explanations about his cat to Rocket.*
Gossamer is a mutate my dear. Genetic alteration has made her as intelligent as a normal human. She can understand the english langauge. She knows you have a dog now. Be on your guard...she will be highly distrustful of you.
Outside...he decided not to lock the warehouse door. Gossamer could deal with any fool that might stumble in....although they would not be outside long...and it was unlikely anyone would enter while they searched the surrounding area.*
Use your power's Rocket...take to the air...and search from above. If you spot anyone....report instantly. Oh yes....and you can have a uniform if you like....but we don't generally supply them. I mean...that cost on top of health care and dental...really. But I suppose we could work something out.
*He left Rocket to do her search from above....while he did a ground area search around the building. He set the omniblaster to a projectile setting....knock out darts. No need for heavy weapons discharge that might alert the authorities or some super hero. After all...this area was regularly patroled by both moon knight and davedevil. The Schemer's secuirty monitors had picked them up recently on several occations.
He moved along the wall of the building...and something seemed to move ahead of him and around the corner.*
Eh?? A woman?? *He said under his breath. But ths one moved differently from that than oriental imbecile from the airport. Another boorish bimbo no dount. Electra perhaps???*
Rocket...I have movement. I'll do a telepathic sweep....keep your eye peeled from above.
Rocket:
Oh, I see. So I guess Gossamer really hates dogs. Well I am sorry. I had hoped that my Sunshine might be welcome here." She frowned as she followed after the Schemer looking around as she walked through the warehouse.
"Well I would like a whie uniform please. And I'll need some gogles. The wind is hard on my eyes. Hmm. Health care and dental? That's a great deal." She smiled.
As they headed out the door she started to take to the air and as she did so she was sure she heard someone screaming. But it was hard to tell with the Schemer tallking in her head.
"I think I heard screaming before boss. But I don't hear it now. I'm sure you have a beed on a female."
She soared in the sky around the building to continue her hunt.
Angelina:
~~ Location: in the vacant lot outside the warehouse- ~~
I felt a twinge of something in the area, a kind of pang of guilt or sadness and it wasn't me. And then there was this feeling of being completely crazy and looking like a big green dorkcycle doing it. I shuttered. "WHERE IS IT! COME ON!" I said to myself, when my hand finally closed around the bottle of pills. Just a couple more. I felt the tickle at my nose again and ran the back of my hand across it, and wiped the blood on my jeans. I was starting to shiver. I got two pills out of the bottle, and put the cap back on. I popped them into my mouth and swallowed. I sighed. There was something coming. I could feel it, though I didn't know which way it was coming. "OH MAN!" I sighed. I made sure i had what little possessions i ownedd and decided I needed to head out of here. I turned on my heel and started out of the lot via the alley I'd come down to get to it. The smoke was dead and I flicked it away, suddenly it stopped in mid air. I thought something, and the butt moved right. I was mezmorized by this new talent I'd just discovered but I'd forgotten to stop walking. I moved on, running smack dab into!?
The Schemer:
*The Schemer heard Rocket's retort and answered her telepathically.*
Yes my dear....you might have read in the past....dogs and cats generally do not get along?? It was in all the papers. *He paused...thinking she was likely not the reading type. More likely part of the insipid idiot box watching culture...reality TV all that rot...thus he continued...dumbing down his words for popular consumption.* Or more likely...you heard the rumor to that effect of some amimal planet show.
*She then went on about what she wanted for a uniform. Dear lord...here it was again. Another agent with crazy demands. Uniform indeed. He paid his agents well...yet they still had their hand out for more. This was the clique for heavens sake...an elite group of mutants fighting the human establishment....not the salvation army.*
Of course it's a great deal...I even provide free living quarters. But uniforms....this is not the X-men. We don't put little egomanic X's on your uniforms to priase the groups founder. Although...perhaps I should demand all clique agents wear fedoras as homage to myself. I believe I am deserving of that much....but we can discuss that later.
*His telepathic scans did sense someone...and he had a visual sighting of a shapely form in red rounding the corner. He quickened his pace...and came to a back alley....there spotting his prey. As expected..a woma in red....but clearly not Llyron's hat slaying very *friendly* person. Still...anyone this close to a clique safehouse was a danger...and had to be dealt with.*
I've from her, Rocket. On the surface...based on her shamelessly revealing outfit...I'd say she's some paltry prostitute...but no....I can't read her thoughts. She must be telepathic. *He took aim and fired a knockout dart in the woman's direction.*
Ahhhh yes....this will be giving her the needle...as it were. When she goes down....gather her up and bring her inside. I'll probe her mind and see if her presence is an accident...or if she's working for someone.
Rocket:
Rocket sighed at the cat and dog remark. Was this guy going to be condecending 24/7?
"Boss, I was mearly commenting on the fact that Gossamer understood my words. Not whether or not cats and dogs like each other."
As she flew around the corner she rolled her eyes slightly at those remarks. But said. "Yes, I understand about the ensignia. But I still did rather expect some help with the suit of my chosing. But I understand." She sniffed a little in self-pity indignation.
Just as the Schener was rounding the corner she landed behind him as she had located the new arrival. She saw a woman in red and she was walking like she didn't feel well or that she was dizzy. She nodded to the Schemer order to catcher when she fell.
*The Schemer's rage was manifest. Not only had his prototype for the power booster been destroyed...not only had he been humilated on city wide TV thanks to the beetle and inspid insect allies.....not only had those water logged losers the redeemers interfered with his revenge on the beetle....but one of their number actually attacked him personally. And that would never do.
Rocket...his newest member was with him....ad lifted him to the safety of a warehouse three miles from the airport. Also in attendence was his faithful pet....gossamer....his cat.
Gossamer had been a simple stray cat that had somehow managed to find its way into the clique's mid-manhattan headquarters...weaving its way through a maze of defensive systems that the Schemer thought to be impossible to breach. He was so impressed...he adopted the cat....gave a flea dip...and had his genetic specialists alter it's DNA to give it superhuman powers. As far as he was concerned...it was a member of the clique.
After a change of clothes...complete with a fresh hairpiece...fedora....and trousers...he held gossamer in his arms..petting the cat....and having food brought out by his personal robot chef both for Gossamer and Rocket.
In the background....TV monitors in the warehouse safehouse they had retreated too showed replays of the airport battle. WBN, CNN, FOX, NBC, ABC, CBS. It was all that same. The Schemer winced at the sight.*
Increadible. I'm going to be a laughing stock!!! The beetle!! Insect supervillains!!! And a mere redeemer lacky successfully harming me!!! This will never do, Rocket!!! It will never do!!!! We're going out tonight. We're going to knock over a few banks....stir up some terror!!!! I will not be mocked by mere humans!!!
*He coomforted himself by petting the purring cat. It was a emerald green....the Schemer had it's fur dyed that color to match his own favorite color. He displayed the cat to Rocket.*
Delightful isn't she. This is Gossamer. I like cats.....*His eyes narrowed menacingly and he added.* And I don't like people who don't. You like cats don't you rocket???
Rocket:
Once Rocket had put The Schemer down at the warehouse, she followed him indoors. She realized this was one of his safe houses. She looked around with interest. So far it seemed very ordinary. But soon she could see the technology of the TV screens and computers around them.
But then her thoughts were interrupted as the smell of food. She had a hard time listend to the Schemer showing her things and telling her things because she was famashed. Exerting that much power to make airquakes and fly was a lot for her to muster up and it drained her of her energy.
Having been seated and the food served she started in on the meal. Trying to regain energy and strength. And to stop the grumblings of her stomach. She was chewing happily on a turkey leg when the Schemer introduced her cat. She looked at him and then at the green cat.
"Well....to be honest, I"m really more of a dog person. But I do enjoy cats. I like the color of Gossamer." She took another bite of food and swollowed, her mouth still slightly full.
"I have a dog. His name is Sunshine. Might I brigh him along?"
Angelina DeLousia:
~~ Location: in the vacant lot outside the warehouse- ~~
Oddly enough, I found myself not far from the Airport, or maybe it was. I couldn't remember. I stood in the vacant lot having just spent my last twenty bucks on some pretty good medication if you get my meaning. Funny thing was, they didn't get me stoned anymore. They just made things like walking, talking, living tolerable. It wouldn't last long, so I wanted to study while I could. While my head was clear. You see, a week ago I was running from a couple gangbangers I'd just liberated a hundred bucks from, and they cornered me. Quite honestly the thoughts they were broadcasting made my skin crawl and I knew I wasn't much of a match for them. They'd gotten my bag and tossed it away, so the weapons I Had tucked away in there were out of the question. Bubba had to weight five hundred pounds and looked like a mutated osterich on crack. The other, I affectionately called Moose, looked like a midget version of a neutered baboon. They gave me the creeps, and that was an understatement. I was trying to re-create the situation that had sent the gangbangers running without expliantion. I wasn't sure I could but I was sure trying like hell.
Bubba had shot forward, pretty fast for a fat dood. He was screaming something unsavory all the while aimed right at me. I don't think I weighed 110 pounds, soaking wet. If he hit me it was going to hurt! At the same time Moose was trying to be sneaky and that made me laugh. It was all I needed to relax that laugh.
Suddenly Bubba was clutching at his neck and making choking noises while I looked on just thinking how back I wanted to knock the wind out of him and send him reeling back. The huged freakazoid was doing just that, too! Moose started screaming in spanish (as if I didn't know spanish, duh!) that his buddy needed to straighten up. That they needed to get their money back before the boss caught them with their pants around their ankles when I turned on him, holding out my left hand palm up and he shot back! Slamming into the brick wall about thirty feet away. I was so freaked out I'd just grabbed my bag and ran off. Okay, so I helped myself to the pills in Mooses pants pocket, too and then I ran.
I could feel my heart racing, I was visualizing the same situation and reminding myself what the choirboyz were going to do to me if they caught me, I kept getting angier, and angier. My cheeks flushed and It felt like the dragons on my body were coming to life, or at the very least.. moving. Suddenly I screamed, pretty loudly too. I was grateful I was in the middle of nowhere at that point in time (like right now, with the baddies not to far away snicker snort yeah)- and the air around me seemed to explode outwards. Trashcans, dumpsters, debris all went flying and rocks shot through window glass some two blocks away. Needless to say I had my jaw on the floor again just as a couple of those very large rocks shattered the warehouses windows next door.
The Schemer:
*The Schemer felt a sudden twinge as gossamer let out a guff meow. Rocket mentioning a dog had upset the cat. The process that converted the simple alley cat into a mutate had given it two super powers. One...it could alter it's size and become as large and powerful as a bengal tiger. The other granted it supercat intelligence....roughly on par with an average human....and this latter power enabled it to understand English.
It shifted restlessly and hissed at Rocket...an action that caused the Schemer to childe his latest recruit in the clique.*
You've upset gossamer with your talk of dogs, Rocket!!! Apologize at once!!! And speak not of dogs in her presence!!! Is that understood!!!
*The robot chef...that was made too look like Chef Ramsey brought in shepard's pie, Chilian sea bass, Pheasant under glass. And on the floor was placed a bowl of sparkling french water....and fancy feast beef for gossamer. The cat jumped out of the Schemer's arms and darted for the food.*
Enjoy....my chef sets a fine table. He dare not do otherwise...least I program a replacement. *Suddenly...the outside sensor alarms went off. Some form of activity outside.*
What the devil?? Could the redeemers have found me??? I swear...if it's that trouser tearing trollip....I'll....
*He stopped in mid-sentence and used his omniblaster cane to to actrivate the viewscreen....outside camera systems were feeding views of what was occuring. All manner of activity was occuring...and the schemer caught a brief glimpse of Angelina...and thought it might be the redeemer that destroyed his fedora back at the airport.*
Gadfrey!!! It's her!! Llyron's hat hating harlet!! She followed us!!! Rocket!!! Alert!! Stand ready....we're going outside and deal with this. And this time...I'm going to take care of that slack's slicing strumpet once and for all!!! Nobody destroy's my hats and gets away with it!!
Rocket:
When the cat hissed at Rocket she was mid swallow on a piece of phesant. She didn't know that the cat understood English.
"What do you mean apologize to her...I don't understand." She frowned and her eyes followed the cat over to her bowl. That seemed odd that a cat would be upset about the mention of a dog. Rocket shrugged.
"Sure, I'm sorry Gossamer." She gave the Schemer a confused looked and took another bite of food.
"You know, I want to ask you something. If I"m going to join this group I need a uniform of some kind right? I mean I've never been what you would call a joiner."
But her question was cut short at the sound of glass breaking in the warehouse.
"Oh, d**nit. I've not finished my food." She stood up and watched the screens stuffing a pice of bread in her pocket and putting another piece of pheasant in her mouth.
"I'm ready when you are boss."
Angelina DeLousia:
~~ Location: in the vacant lot outside the warehouse- ~~
It sounded like there were bombs going off. And then there was silence. And my head felt like it was going to explode, again. The pills I'd taken seemed to have left the building so to speak but really it was just the the after-effects of the kinetic explosiond I'd managed to recreate. I was d**ned lucky that a couple weeks back the dead body of Bubba was found 'accidently' and I hadn't been linked. Moose wasn't going to let anyone know they'd gotten beaten by a girl. I shook my head. Long black hair swinging around somewhat violently as I tried to clear the buzzing out of my ears. I was talking, but I couldn't hear. Hell, I wasnt talking I was screaming but I didn't know that. "THAT WAS ON BIG BANG ANG!" I told myself. "NOW HOW DID I DO IT? WHAT IS IT!?" I sounded perfectly normal to myself of course. And I didn't think there was anyone nearby. I began to pace, pulling a pack of cigarettes I'd stolen from from somewhere or another, tapped one out and lit it up. I couldn't exactly walk into the the local library, and do research. I cute mug was on the Air, and probably hung on a poster in the post office too for all I knew. I puffed on the cigarette, breathing deeply then exhailing as I paced wildly talking to myself. I paused, suddenly digging into my bag. My nose was begining to bleed. I just wiped it off with the back of my hand and kept looking through my bag. "come on, you have to be in here..." I grunted, though I was kind of 'lost' in my new discovery at the moment.
The Schemer:
*The Schemer lead the way outside of the warehouse....with rocket in tow. Gossamer was left inside to feast. Along the way...he made explanations about his cat to Rocket.*
Gossamer is a mutate my dear. Genetic alteration has made her as intelligent as a normal human. She can understand the english langauge. She knows you have a dog now. Be on your guard...she will be highly distrustful of you.
Outside...he decided not to lock the warehouse door. Gossamer could deal with any fool that might stumble in....although they would not be outside long...and it was unlikely anyone would enter while they searched the surrounding area.*
Use your power's Rocket...take to the air...and search from above. If you spot anyone....report instantly. Oh yes....and you can have a uniform if you like....but we don't generally supply them. I mean...that cost on top of health care and dental...really. But I suppose we could work something out.
*He left Rocket to do her search from above....while he did a ground area search around the building. He set the omniblaster to a projectile setting....knock out darts. No need for heavy weapons discharge that might alert the authorities or some super hero. After all...this area was regularly patroled by both moon knight and davedevil. The Schemer's secuirty monitors had picked them up recently on several occations.
He moved along the wall of the building...and something seemed to move ahead of him and around the corner.*
Eh?? A woman?? *He said under his breath. But ths one moved differently from that than oriental imbecile from the airport. Another boorish bimbo no dount. Electra perhaps???*
Rocket...I have movement. I'll do a telepathic sweep....keep your eye peeled from above.
Rocket:
Oh, I see. So I guess Gossamer really hates dogs. Well I am sorry. I had hoped that my Sunshine might be welcome here." She frowned as she followed after the Schemer looking around as she walked through the warehouse.
"Well I would like a whie uniform please. And I'll need some gogles. The wind is hard on my eyes. Hmm. Health care and dental? That's a great deal." She smiled.
As they headed out the door she started to take to the air and as she did so she was sure she heard someone screaming. But it was hard to tell with the Schemer tallking in her head.
"I think I heard screaming before boss. But I don't hear it now. I'm sure you have a beed on a female."
She soared in the sky around the building to continue her hunt.
Angelina:
~~ Location: in the vacant lot outside the warehouse- ~~
I felt a twinge of something in the area, a kind of pang of guilt or sadness and it wasn't me. And then there was this feeling of being completely crazy and looking like a big green dorkcycle doing it. I shuttered. "WHERE IS IT! COME ON!" I said to myself, when my hand finally closed around the bottle of pills. Just a couple more. I felt the tickle at my nose again and ran the back of my hand across it, and wiped the blood on my jeans. I was starting to shiver. I got two pills out of the bottle, and put the cap back on. I popped them into my mouth and swallowed. I sighed. There was something coming. I could feel it, though I didn't know which way it was coming. "OH MAN!" I sighed. I made sure i had what little possessions i ownedd and decided I needed to head out of here. I turned on my heel and started out of the lot via the alley I'd come down to get to it. The smoke was dead and I flicked it away, suddenly it stopped in mid air. I thought something, and the butt moved right. I was mezmorized by this new talent I'd just discovered but I'd forgotten to stop walking. I moved on, running smack dab into!?
The Schemer:
*The Schemer heard Rocket's retort and answered her telepathically.*
Yes my dear....you might have read in the past....dogs and cats generally do not get along?? It was in all the papers. *He paused...thinking she was likely not the reading type. More likely part of the insipid idiot box watching culture...reality TV all that rot...thus he continued...dumbing down his words for popular consumption.* Or more likely...you heard the rumor to that effect of some amimal planet show.
*She then went on about what she wanted for a uniform. Dear lord...here it was again. Another agent with crazy demands. Uniform indeed. He paid his agents well...yet they still had their hand out for more. This was the clique for heavens sake...an elite group of mutants fighting the human establishment....not the salvation army.*
Of course it's a great deal...I even provide free living quarters. But uniforms....this is not the X-men. We don't put little egomanic X's on your uniforms to priase the groups founder. Although...perhaps I should demand all clique agents wear fedoras as homage to myself. I believe I am deserving of that much....but we can discuss that later.
*His telepathic scans did sense someone...and he had a visual sighting of a shapely form in red rounding the corner. He quickened his pace...and came to a back alley....there spotting his prey. As expected..a woma in red....but clearly not Llyron's hat slaying very *friendly* person. Still...anyone this close to a clique safehouse was a danger...and had to be dealt with.*
I've from her, Rocket. On the surface...based on her shamelessly revealing outfit...I'd say she's some paltry prostitute...but no....I can't read her thoughts. She must be telepathic. *He took aim and fired a knockout dart in the woman's direction.*
Ahhhh yes....this will be giving her the needle...as it were. When she goes down....gather her up and bring her inside. I'll probe her mind and see if her presence is an accident...or if she's working for someone.
Rocket:
Rocket sighed at the cat and dog remark. Was this guy going to be condecending 24/7?
"Boss, I was mearly commenting on the fact that Gossamer understood my words. Not whether or not cats and dogs like each other."
As she flew around the corner she rolled her eyes slightly at those remarks. But said. "Yes, I understand about the ensignia. But I still did rather expect some help with the suit of my chosing. But I understand." She sniffed a little in self-pity indignation.
Just as the Schener was rounding the corner she landed behind him as she had located the new arrival. She saw a woman in red and she was walking like she didn't feel well or that she was dizzy. She nodded to the Schemer order to catcher when she fell.