Post by The B-Witch on Aug 22, 2010 12:11:24 GMT -5
*In a secret underground grotto on the southern coast of long island.....which was secretly a submarine dock for the Clique....the famed Schemer submarine broke the surface of the water...and was guided into its docking bay.
Up from below...the Schemer began barking orders to those within the submarine. Loyal Bruno, Rocket, Cameo, Bloodsport, Enfernos....unload the stolen Euros from the hold....and into the vault. We shall divide the spoils later.
*He stepped up through the hatch and on to the submarine deck. Hard Core should be about...he wanted her here to witness and share in his latest triumph...for once again....the Schemer had completed an amazingly successful scheme.*
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It had become more and more difficult to ignore that she was less and less able...or willing to go out on her darling's little ventures. She was relieved of her duties at WBN by one of her colleagues, an android that was working as her secretary, so she could go on maternity leave. As always, she received the call from her darling when the scheme began and had made her way to the Long Island base, but kept out of sight of the Clique members doing the mission. When she received notice that the sub was back however, she floated her way down the stairs to the grotto so she could watch...hiding her suprise at its success.
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Ahhh...my darling. *the Schemer said grinning with satsfaction.* I'm so pleased you're here. It is as the old axiom states.....'behind every great man...there is a good woman.' *
*Slipped off the submarine to dock level...and moved to his lovers side....bestowing a kiss on her cheek.*
Once more my dear....my schemes have bared fruit. This time to the tune of one billion dollars in freshly minted euros. More than enough to restart the clique without the traitor Threshold and those cretins loyal to him.
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"So I see. Not that the money is really the important part, but what it does to the governments involved." She eases his hat off and kisses him a bit more properly before putting it back on his balding head...wondering why he couldn't just take over a younger cloned version of himself.
"I can get the money cycled through the Good Works easily enough that it won't be noticed...though, I may be slipping off to one of the European locations to give birth. High profile pregnancies do not get as much attention there than they do here in the states. And I'll probably have to take Cynthia with me...just to make sure I don't kill the twins while pushing."
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Whi cares?? *The Schemer said with a shrug.* If this theft leaves the Kasnia in financial ruin.....so much the better. They will then seek sources of private revenue to help them get their ecomony back on their feet. And Philmont Industries will be happy to lend a hand....in return for a large share of the countries profits down the road.
*Grinning devilishly he added.....*
Intuitive foresight....the secret of true genius.
*He was quite pleased to see she had anticipated wishes concerning the laundering of the stole money through good works....while ignoring the fact she touched his captains hat. He had already blasted Bloodsport for that.....but still...he was not sleeping with her...so Hard Cre would get a free pass.*
Must you bring that insufferable TV host?? *He said grumbling at the mention of Cynthia...you know my feelings toward her.*
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"She is my friend...and lately my coach. I need her around to keep my powers at bay. I don't want to kill our children while giving birth to them...and if it hadn't been for her being...next door to us after the Superbowl, I may not even have been having them." She sighs softly, having already figured out some of the severe drawbacks of her powers.
"Apparently her blood isn't enough to cancel mutant abilities, she needs to be there. I need her to be there. Besides, you'll be busy getting the nursery finished...and plotting out more schemes. If she goes with me, you'll have less to worry about here."
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You friend and coach....yes yes. *He said...not pleased that Cynthia was part of this birhting process. He feared she might taint the children with her trendy prattle. But he differed to Adrianna on this matter. The Schemer had several children...but oddly enough...the mothers of each tended to leave him out of the process as much as possible. Something he never quite understood.*
As you wish....come...let the others load the money into the high security vault. We can head to the main estate on the underground monorail....and enjoy the evening alone of the mansion terrace. The moon will be rising soon. It's lovely this time of year...don't you think??
*He chuckled at the notion of his image on the moon. It fed his bloated ego even more than the heist of billions of dollars he had just successfully completed.*
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"You could come too, you know. It might be nice for you to see your children being born...even if you have to by remote. Cynthia knows you're the Schemer afterall and she's yet to report you. Though, I think she feels the same about you that you feel towards her." She chuckles softly. "And about the moon...what made you want to resurface it with your face? You realize that in maybe ten years or so your image will be cratered and ruined."
She walks with him towards the monorail...well, floats with him as her own way to defying gravity's hold on her enlarged body.
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Her opinion of me does not concern me...and of course she'll not report me, dear. She would end up dead in a most unpleasant way if she did. you know my policy on such matters. Besides....the authorities and press tried tying Winston Philmont and the Schemer together before. But my LMDs have completely outwitted them. They have moved elsewhere in their investigations on who my alter-ego might be.
*He led them to the monorial....and pressed a button on his omniblaster....opening the doors. He gestured for her to enter...and he would follow.*
Who cares if meteors disrupt my image on the moon. I have the laser guidence system in my possession. I can always do a touchup job if the face becomes marred.
*he paused a speaking for a moment.....pressing another button on his weaponized cane....that started the monorail going...then continued.*
And of course...there's always mount rushmore. I was thinking of putting my face there.....along with you, Bruno...and perhaps Winston Junior. Now what do you think of that??
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"I'd really rather my face not be plastered on rock formations. I think I get enough press just being the pregnant head of WBN, much less the Good Works project and being still engaged to you, though I'm several months pregnant...with no wedding band." She chuckles softly. "It isn't helping the image of WBN being a family network...even with the other cable channels we've bought out. This real job thing keeps me busier than most of the schemes I've been involved with."
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Yes. *He said nodding....admitting her job at the network was a difficult one.* Between that and your current condition....I have endevored to not involve you in any of my master schemes of late.
*He pondered things a moment..as the monorail made rapid progress to the estate.*
Oddly enough....I thought with the new recruits.....Rocket, Bloodsport, Firebug, Enfernos....I thought there would be some snags in the schemes without you guiding them. And yet.....the last pair of schemes came off without a hitch. I even managed to outwit Reed Richard and Llyron in the process. A testiment to my advanced genius...and masterful planning no doubt.
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"They just haven't had as long to get to know you. New recruits are often more willing to listen to orders, dear...as they don't know how to think for themselves yet. Sometimes I wonder if it would just be easier to make mindless genetic creations like Llyron does with his 'citizens'. It isn't as if we haven't cracked the genetic code that causes mutations...just make mutants that suit our needs and control their minds remotely." She settles more into her seat, even though it would only be another minute or so before they are home.
"I wonder what our children will be like...what kind of mysterious mutations they will have...other than the telepathic one. I wonder what the other will be like."
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*The monorail came to a stop at this point underneath the mansion and it was time to step out....toward the elevator that would lead to ground level above. He gestured for Adrianna to step off first....a typical mannerly thing to do....for the Schemer was all about high levels of breeding. He would then proceed to reply to his lovers inquiry.*
My Dear....I tried that before. I used Brainwashed Street gangs and Robotic sevents to commit the crimes. They are capable to with the less than nimble minds of the local police...but the govenment authorities....and the super hero element are a bit more difficult to outwit without free thinking mutants on my side.
*He pondered the idea of the what the children would be like before....and since she brought up the subject...he would address the issue now.*
Hopefully something quite powerful. I hope to give over the clique one day to Children strong enough in power and charactor to handle ruling the planet....which I fully intend to conquer before I'm done with my scheming days.
--
"Did you completely created mindless superpowered mutants?" She didn't recall having heard of that before, but there were a few schemes that she probably didn't want to know about. She eases from her seat and lets herself float from the monorail car and waits for him before moving towards the elevator up to the mansion.
"I'd think they would have to be strong, at least...to survive inside of me. I dislike the notion of either of them not surviving to see daylight. I know one is at least telepathic...as I'm always hearing one of their thoughts. I think one is a girl, but I don't feel that much from her...she seems to have a quite mind. Quiet ones I understand always have their strengths about them."
She pauses in her thoughts for a moment as a sudden rush of panic washes over her. What if she's completely normal? Will you still love her if she's not a mutant?
--
He arrived next to her at the elevator and waited for it to reach their level. While they waited he proceeded to answer her questions in order.*
Mindless mutants performing tasks...hmmm...food for thought. If the likes of Bloodsport, Cameo and Rocket continue their backtalking antics....I might look into the prospect darling.
*It was then a rare occurence happened. The Schemer was stuck for an answer. What if the other child were merely human. It had occured before. He had heard the brotherhood member quicksilvers child luna had been born human. Magneto had accepted the child despite this shortcoming....could he??? the elevator arrived before the answer could come to him...and he merely gestured for Adrianna to enter.*
Come....lets us head to the upper levels....and enjoy a fine supper under the stars. I feel like celebrating my latest triumph.
--
Up from below...the Schemer began barking orders to those within the submarine. Loyal Bruno, Rocket, Cameo, Bloodsport, Enfernos....unload the stolen Euros from the hold....and into the vault. We shall divide the spoils later.
*He stepped up through the hatch and on to the submarine deck. Hard Core should be about...he wanted her here to witness and share in his latest triumph...for once again....the Schemer had completed an amazingly successful scheme.*
--
It had become more and more difficult to ignore that she was less and less able...or willing to go out on her darling's little ventures. She was relieved of her duties at WBN by one of her colleagues, an android that was working as her secretary, so she could go on maternity leave. As always, she received the call from her darling when the scheme began and had made her way to the Long Island base, but kept out of sight of the Clique members doing the mission. When she received notice that the sub was back however, she floated her way down the stairs to the grotto so she could watch...hiding her suprise at its success.
--
Ahhh...my darling. *the Schemer said grinning with satsfaction.* I'm so pleased you're here. It is as the old axiom states.....'behind every great man...there is a good woman.' *
*Slipped off the submarine to dock level...and moved to his lovers side....bestowing a kiss on her cheek.*
Once more my dear....my schemes have bared fruit. This time to the tune of one billion dollars in freshly minted euros. More than enough to restart the clique without the traitor Threshold and those cretins loyal to him.
--
"So I see. Not that the money is really the important part, but what it does to the governments involved." She eases his hat off and kisses him a bit more properly before putting it back on his balding head...wondering why he couldn't just take over a younger cloned version of himself.
"I can get the money cycled through the Good Works easily enough that it won't be noticed...though, I may be slipping off to one of the European locations to give birth. High profile pregnancies do not get as much attention there than they do here in the states. And I'll probably have to take Cynthia with me...just to make sure I don't kill the twins while pushing."
--
Whi cares?? *The Schemer said with a shrug.* If this theft leaves the Kasnia in financial ruin.....so much the better. They will then seek sources of private revenue to help them get their ecomony back on their feet. And Philmont Industries will be happy to lend a hand....in return for a large share of the countries profits down the road.
*Grinning devilishly he added.....*
Intuitive foresight....the secret of true genius.
*He was quite pleased to see she had anticipated wishes concerning the laundering of the stole money through good works....while ignoring the fact she touched his captains hat. He had already blasted Bloodsport for that.....but still...he was not sleeping with her...so Hard Cre would get a free pass.*
Must you bring that insufferable TV host?? *He said grumbling at the mention of Cynthia...you know my feelings toward her.*
--
"She is my friend...and lately my coach. I need her around to keep my powers at bay. I don't want to kill our children while giving birth to them...and if it hadn't been for her being...next door to us after the Superbowl, I may not even have been having them." She sighs softly, having already figured out some of the severe drawbacks of her powers.
"Apparently her blood isn't enough to cancel mutant abilities, she needs to be there. I need her to be there. Besides, you'll be busy getting the nursery finished...and plotting out more schemes. If she goes with me, you'll have less to worry about here."
--
You friend and coach....yes yes. *He said...not pleased that Cynthia was part of this birhting process. He feared she might taint the children with her trendy prattle. But he differed to Adrianna on this matter. The Schemer had several children...but oddly enough...the mothers of each tended to leave him out of the process as much as possible. Something he never quite understood.*
As you wish....come...let the others load the money into the high security vault. We can head to the main estate on the underground monorail....and enjoy the evening alone of the mansion terrace. The moon will be rising soon. It's lovely this time of year...don't you think??
*He chuckled at the notion of his image on the moon. It fed his bloated ego even more than the heist of billions of dollars he had just successfully completed.*
--
"You could come too, you know. It might be nice for you to see your children being born...even if you have to by remote. Cynthia knows you're the Schemer afterall and she's yet to report you. Though, I think she feels the same about you that you feel towards her." She chuckles softly. "And about the moon...what made you want to resurface it with your face? You realize that in maybe ten years or so your image will be cratered and ruined."
She walks with him towards the monorail...well, floats with him as her own way to defying gravity's hold on her enlarged body.
--
Her opinion of me does not concern me...and of course she'll not report me, dear. She would end up dead in a most unpleasant way if she did. you know my policy on such matters. Besides....the authorities and press tried tying Winston Philmont and the Schemer together before. But my LMDs have completely outwitted them. They have moved elsewhere in their investigations on who my alter-ego might be.
*He led them to the monorial....and pressed a button on his omniblaster....opening the doors. He gestured for her to enter...and he would follow.*
Who cares if meteors disrupt my image on the moon. I have the laser guidence system in my possession. I can always do a touchup job if the face becomes marred.
*he paused a speaking for a moment.....pressing another button on his weaponized cane....that started the monorail going...then continued.*
And of course...there's always mount rushmore. I was thinking of putting my face there.....along with you, Bruno...and perhaps Winston Junior. Now what do you think of that??
--
"I'd really rather my face not be plastered on rock formations. I think I get enough press just being the pregnant head of WBN, much less the Good Works project and being still engaged to you, though I'm several months pregnant...with no wedding band." She chuckles softly. "It isn't helping the image of WBN being a family network...even with the other cable channels we've bought out. This real job thing keeps me busier than most of the schemes I've been involved with."
--
Yes. *He said nodding....admitting her job at the network was a difficult one.* Between that and your current condition....I have endevored to not involve you in any of my master schemes of late.
*He pondered things a moment..as the monorail made rapid progress to the estate.*
Oddly enough....I thought with the new recruits.....Rocket, Bloodsport, Firebug, Enfernos....I thought there would be some snags in the schemes without you guiding them. And yet.....the last pair of schemes came off without a hitch. I even managed to outwit Reed Richard and Llyron in the process. A testiment to my advanced genius...and masterful planning no doubt.
--
"They just haven't had as long to get to know you. New recruits are often more willing to listen to orders, dear...as they don't know how to think for themselves yet. Sometimes I wonder if it would just be easier to make mindless genetic creations like Llyron does with his 'citizens'. It isn't as if we haven't cracked the genetic code that causes mutations...just make mutants that suit our needs and control their minds remotely." She settles more into her seat, even though it would only be another minute or so before they are home.
"I wonder what our children will be like...what kind of mysterious mutations they will have...other than the telepathic one. I wonder what the other will be like."
--
*The monorail came to a stop at this point underneath the mansion and it was time to step out....toward the elevator that would lead to ground level above. He gestured for Adrianna to step off first....a typical mannerly thing to do....for the Schemer was all about high levels of breeding. He would then proceed to reply to his lovers inquiry.*
My Dear....I tried that before. I used Brainwashed Street gangs and Robotic sevents to commit the crimes. They are capable to with the less than nimble minds of the local police...but the govenment authorities....and the super hero element are a bit more difficult to outwit without free thinking mutants on my side.
*He pondered the idea of the what the children would be like before....and since she brought up the subject...he would address the issue now.*
Hopefully something quite powerful. I hope to give over the clique one day to Children strong enough in power and charactor to handle ruling the planet....which I fully intend to conquer before I'm done with my scheming days.
--
"Did you completely created mindless superpowered mutants?" She didn't recall having heard of that before, but there were a few schemes that she probably didn't want to know about. She eases from her seat and lets herself float from the monorail car and waits for him before moving towards the elevator up to the mansion.
"I'd think they would have to be strong, at least...to survive inside of me. I dislike the notion of either of them not surviving to see daylight. I know one is at least telepathic...as I'm always hearing one of their thoughts. I think one is a girl, but I don't feel that much from her...she seems to have a quite mind. Quiet ones I understand always have their strengths about them."
She pauses in her thoughts for a moment as a sudden rush of panic washes over her. What if she's completely normal? Will you still love her if she's not a mutant?
--
He arrived next to her at the elevator and waited for it to reach their level. While they waited he proceeded to answer her questions in order.*
Mindless mutants performing tasks...hmmm...food for thought. If the likes of Bloodsport, Cameo and Rocket continue their backtalking antics....I might look into the prospect darling.
*It was then a rare occurence happened. The Schemer was stuck for an answer. What if the other child were merely human. It had occured before. He had heard the brotherhood member quicksilvers child luna had been born human. Magneto had accepted the child despite this shortcoming....could he??? the elevator arrived before the answer could come to him...and he merely gestured for Adrianna to enter.*
Come....lets us head to the upper levels....and enjoy a fine supper under the stars. I feel like celebrating my latest triumph.
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