Post by The B-Witch on Dec 16, 2010 11:54:38 GMT -5
*In a private box in Toronto's air Canada center....in the midst of a Bruins/Maple Leaf hockey game....a collection of some of the most vile forces on earth are gathered. The sinister Schemer. The evil Hard Core. The criminally inclined Prodigy....and Bill Belichick....head coach of the New England patriots were all together discussing matters that could alter the world.*
I'll have Tech work on the Tom Brady robot and adjust to an all weather band. This time no screw ups. The Patriots will win the super bowl....leave it to me.
*The Patriots head coach nodded and rose from his seat.* Your is good with me your, eminence.
*And with that....Belichick left the private box...waving toward Hard Core and Prodigy in the process.*
I'll be d**ned if lesser teams like the Jets, Steelers or Colts win the d**n super bowl. Now...on to papal matters. My love.....my son....we've a stumbling block between us and control of the most popular religious sect on earth.
--
She can't help but shake her head a bit with the "pope" making deals with Belichick on how to win a Superbowl, but waves to the man as he leaves.
"At least the Saints won it...once. Though, the Colts lost to the Cowboys, so it doesn't look good for them anyway."
Gods, am I actually following off-network football, now
"What kind of stumbling block do we have now, darling? Would that be your vow of chastity?"
--
He looked at his mom, she was the closest thing he had to one, his biological mom was never around, and his father was always well...too busying being a papal to be a pa or a pal. He looked up and over to the man that came out of the book, it was Belichick, and the man was waving at him. He rose his hand and wove back then pulled out an iPod flipping through screens on it.
"Stumbling block between the most popular religion and you?" He cleared his throat. "You know father in the Roman times there were great coliseums that hundreds of thousands of people would gather, to worship pagan animal gods through the sacrifice of two gladiators in combat or teams of gladiators in combat."
He then cleared his throat. "Today they do all the same things, worshiping horses, or birds, but they just don't kill each other. Today they wear pads and when they feel like they are gonna cry they take a day off for a pinched nerve. I think with you taking control of football, and being the Pope, you've pretty much got 99% of the world's religions covered pops..."
He flipped his iPod off and slid it in his pocket, looking at his mother as she spoke, she new more about football than he did...he chuckled on the inside. "I swear, why haven't you tried to change the emblem of the Patriots to The Fedoras...I have no clue..." Seeing if he could throw his father off on some crazier scheme than he was already on.
--
Llyron was still amazed that the Justice League had let him leave. Probably Batman's doing. He WAS quite intelligent and no doubt knew that Llyron had set up biological repercussions to his being attacked by government forces again. Obviously they hadn't known of Wonder Woman's abduction at the time.
He simply HAD to get the dimensional disruptor device going. Research was underway ... and had been for years. A dozen Hi Jack clones had been working tirelessly. Flash was the real problem. The rest could be dealt with. He needed to be separated from the 'speed force'.
He walked through the Hellfire Club back chambers, and saw the black court was absent. Not a good sign ... they usually gathered this time of week. He touched his bluetooth ...
"Private Communications, call winnie ...."
--
*He chuckled at Hard Core's comments and nodded.* Belichick's a fool. If he had let me run the show they'd have beaten the Giants and had a perfect season. Then none could dispute their greatness. I told him...go underneath to Welker...but no....he had to try and hit Moss deep constantly. Imagine...losing to that clod Eli Manning. At least I managed to prevent his brother from gaining another super bowl title. Peyton went out like a sucker. d**n fool played himself.
*He laughed and turned his attention to Prodigy.* Your knowledge of history impresses me my son. Truly you are the son of my heart.....hence why you will be guarding my back as my holy knight in this takeover.
*He then turned back to Hard Core.* IT seems this body....that of cardinal syn of Toronto might not be pope. There's a 23.45809 percent chance another will be selected. Thus....we must make certain none other wins. I must be pope....and therefore...I've a plan to ensure I will be!! All that power..money..and people who love a good pompous speech!! I must ascend and become pope!!! I must!!
*Suddenly Llyron was summoning him....and the Schemer...put off by his calling him Winnie. He refused to answer and left it to Hard Core to talk to him.*
You deal with that boorish blowfish. Tell him were we are....sadly....he could be useful.*
--
She chuckles softly. "So, on the odds that put you at least than 80 percent certainty that you'd become pope, we get to see what damage can be done to the this final competitor? I do run a worldwide media source, surely I can find something on him...or make something up. You know, like Murdock does with his people." She raises a brow when her darling gets a call but doesn't answer...but, then again, if he were to answer in another man's voice...one that might be recognizable it could cause issue.
She takes his phone and brings it to her ear, "Hello, Llyron...what can I do for you?"
--
He sits back, and flips his phone on while they are talking with Llyron on the phone. He smirked thinking it funny that the old pope looked kind of like the emperor on Star Wars. He dialed Phelia and listened to the rings, hoping maybe she would answer. He'd not talked to her in a few days since heading out for this crazy religious stunt...he hoped he wouldn't be nulled from going to heaven when he died...he always liked the idea of leaving this world to go to a better place.
--
*While he awaited Llyron's response to Hard Core...the Schemer laid things out for his son and long suffering girlfriend.*
There are three ways to approach to this problem....one...we can take out the competition....two...we can fix the election to ensure I become pope....or three....we can make the dear Cardinal I am impersonating so popular.....he dare not be rejected.
*He looked to Prodigy and Hard Core.* The first two entail raids. If we fix the election....we'll have to break into the Vatican and take control of those voting on the next pope.
If we take out the competition...we would have to do so by stealth....we can't allow guilt cast my way.
If we attempt to make Cardinal Syn...who I presently inhabit overly popular....there's only one way to do it. Create a miracle....and have it seem I performed it.
Opinions?? Comments?? Which method would you two prefer???
--
She listens to the phone call, then it suddenly drops. "d**n it, AT&T."
She turns the phone off to prevent further disruption and listens to her son & darling's conversation.
"Well, fixing the election would be a bit more difficult, especially as it would entail going into the Vatican's center and getting to the voting cardinals's little saferoom to convince them. Taking out the competition would be a bit easier, as a tactical attack could cause that, but then people would suspect you...or at least that people would rather you be in the position. Creating a miracle....could be fun."
--
He thinks a moment. "I could phase my arm and on television you could miraculously heal me and my arm would 'Grow Back' with divine power." He thought about the idea and started to laugh shaking his head. "It's so ridiculous...never mind." He pulled his cigarettes out, pulling one to his lip lighting it, taking a long drag and letting it out. "Or you could cure Lard of her loud voice....now that would be awesome, or her inability to stop spending money, or begging for attention, maybe you could miraculously cure her of being so d**n annoying and suck uppish."
He thought a moment. "While your at it, maybe you could cure yourself of crazy stunts, you could cure Spectrum of thinking she is the supreme being of the universe...maybe you could get Alyssa to come out of her office more than once a year and could get Robin a new outfit, cause he's really give me to creeps seeing a forty year old guy still playing boy wonder."
He looked at his father, then back to his cigarette. "Maybe you could give Aqua-man some powers other than how to make sandwiches, cause he still can't do sh*t." He blew his smoke out, getting no answer on his phone with a sigh, sliding it back into his pocket.
--
I agree. Lets make a miracle. *He said to Hard Core...lamenting the fact he would have enjoyed breaking into the Vatican and spiking the wafers and wine. Still...one had to be practical.
The Maple leafs scored a goal...and he cheered...inwardly groaning as he was a bruins fan down deep. But he had to keep up appearances.
At that point....his robot waiter came in with refreshments and food. Again....he had to keep up appearances thus could only eat what the cardinal he impersonated ate.*
d**n Canadian food. *He grumbled.* Jiggs dinner....pountine. Tim Horton's coffee. How can people digest this stuff!!!
*Meanwhile his son prattled on and he simply gave him and stray sideways, glance.*
Dear boy....this isn't the comedy hour. I need reasonable suggestions. Come on now....think??
--
She taps her chin for a moment, then chuckles softly.
"You could exorcise a demon...one that comes to attack you to prevent you from becoming pope. It'd come with mounds of publicity...and you wouldn't have to put too much effort into it. That, and I could actually lay low for a while and focus on the kids more."
She sips her drink a bit more. "Think about it, a future Pope taking down Hard Core...the currently the world's worst, visible demon."
--
He laughed, he sat there and he laughed and laughed. He had thought up the perfect scheme...it was so good he couldn't even hold it in he had to laugh so hard. "I got it pops...I mean paps..." He sat up still laughing. "You want a miracle, I got a miracle."
He cleared his throat. "You can announce that you through your divinity saw the Schemer and talked to him about religion, needless to say you helped the Schemer turn a new leaf and in doing so...he has donated 100 million dollars to the feed the children fund, curing the world of hunger...you would be more than a papal, you would truly be the savior of the starving, the ultimate magnanimous giver, the sovereign king of philanthropy...you would be Father Theresa!"
He looked at his dad and chuckled, sitting back down, lighting another cigarette. He looked at the tip of it start to burn and the smoke roll from it and he blew the smoke out slowly, sighing, whispering to himself. "I'm going to hell for this..."
--
*The Schemer listened to the suggests and rather liked both notions. But Hard Core's had more merit....simply because everyone would assume the Schemer would be planning something if he took Prodigy's suggestion. The last thing he needed was for Cardinal Syn to be considered a clique dupe.*
Excellent ideas. *He said and explained to Prodigy why he could use his particular scheme.* Dealing with Hard Core publicly seems to be the way to go.
*The game had only a few minutes left...and the Schemer's computer like brain ran over how to go about this.*
Tomorrow....during Sunday church service. Hard Core breaks in...and I dispatch her....I like it...I really like it!!
--
"Of course...You'll need to make it look good, Tommy. somewhat like be going back to the flames of hell...or at least dissolving while he's dealing with me. While keeping out of sight that is. I get 'destroyed'...yet whisked off somewhere safe. Cardinal Syn gets the recognition...I get to hang out with the kids and lay low for a while...as of course, exorcism only gets rid of big demons temporarily."
She sets her drink down and goes over to pet Tommy before sitting on the arm of his chair.
--
"Haha, Hard Core is gonna get her ass kicked by an old guy." He laughed and shook his head. "Public humiliation versus being the next Mother Theresa...if that's how you see it." He sat back puffing on his cigarette...thinking for a while. "I think I might head back to Manhattan after the dispatching over Adrianna...I don't think I wanna see her have to go through such a sad thing live."
He looked at Hard Core. "I mean, the sheer embarrassment of an old shriveled up prune placing his hands on you, and beating you with the power of holiness...really, that's how you want the world to remember Hard Core...they will end up calling you Soft Core by the end of the day...I can see it now...on Fox."
He held his hands out labeling the sky. "Hard Core goes Soft Core, old pope drops her like soap on a rope, former star of multiple click TV shows and lacky of the Schemer goes insane, thinking she will attack the pope...and now is sentenced to d**nation by the entire world's catholic denomination. It's one thing to be hated by people in Manhattan...and another to be globally hated, are you ready to take that step?"
--
*The schemer was liking what he was hearing. It was a pleasure dealing with agents that used their heads for something other than Fedora racks.*
The best part is...tomorrow...I'm doing an interview with the CBC. They'll get it all on tape. We can do it right during the service as camera's will be in the church during service. And after we make our miracle...I'll still have time for confession. Rocket, Tech and her dog gigabyte will be taking confession tomorrow. They've much to atone for after their screw-ups during the clique TV caper.
Prodigy....you and Hard Core take care of the particulars.....makeup to make her look more demonic. the pyrotechnics....we need fire...brimstone!! Hellspawn!!! Then...I will cast her out...and be pope john Paul Winston the first!!!
--
"It'll be a good show...a heart warming holiday special, even. How the Pope Saved Christmas Mass." She snickers a bit, then pets Tommy.
"I'll just be glad to get some time off from bad behavior and work on raising the girls."
"Of course, we do have to make sure that no one interrupts...the interruption."
--
He looked at HC and then to Schemer and nodded about the make up. "If you want her to look like a demon I'll send Lard down to paint her up...I'll just have her do what Lard normally does." He laughs a little then heads to he back, changing out of the god awful armor, it sure was sweaty...coming back out in his jeans and t-shirt, sandals and fedora...still feeling like he was wearing way too much.
"I'll head back to Manhattan to prepare, I'm gonna take Lotus with me...I sure hope I don't get arrested while I'm back home, I don't think they can prove that I blew up the jail to get you out..." He smirked heading out the door and off to Manhattan.
--
I'll have Tech work on the Tom Brady robot and adjust to an all weather band. This time no screw ups. The Patriots will win the super bowl....leave it to me.
*The Patriots head coach nodded and rose from his seat.* Your is good with me your, eminence.
*And with that....Belichick left the private box...waving toward Hard Core and Prodigy in the process.*
I'll be d**ned if lesser teams like the Jets, Steelers or Colts win the d**n super bowl. Now...on to papal matters. My love.....my son....we've a stumbling block between us and control of the most popular religious sect on earth.
--
She can't help but shake her head a bit with the "pope" making deals with Belichick on how to win a Superbowl, but waves to the man as he leaves.
"At least the Saints won it...once. Though, the Colts lost to the Cowboys, so it doesn't look good for them anyway."
Gods, am I actually following off-network football, now
"What kind of stumbling block do we have now, darling? Would that be your vow of chastity?"
--
He looked at his mom, she was the closest thing he had to one, his biological mom was never around, and his father was always well...too busying being a papal to be a pa or a pal. He looked up and over to the man that came out of the book, it was Belichick, and the man was waving at him. He rose his hand and wove back then pulled out an iPod flipping through screens on it.
"Stumbling block between the most popular religion and you?" He cleared his throat. "You know father in the Roman times there were great coliseums that hundreds of thousands of people would gather, to worship pagan animal gods through the sacrifice of two gladiators in combat or teams of gladiators in combat."
He then cleared his throat. "Today they do all the same things, worshiping horses, or birds, but they just don't kill each other. Today they wear pads and when they feel like they are gonna cry they take a day off for a pinched nerve. I think with you taking control of football, and being the Pope, you've pretty much got 99% of the world's religions covered pops..."
He flipped his iPod off and slid it in his pocket, looking at his mother as she spoke, she new more about football than he did...he chuckled on the inside. "I swear, why haven't you tried to change the emblem of the Patriots to The Fedoras...I have no clue..." Seeing if he could throw his father off on some crazier scheme than he was already on.
--
Llyron was still amazed that the Justice League had let him leave. Probably Batman's doing. He WAS quite intelligent and no doubt knew that Llyron had set up biological repercussions to his being attacked by government forces again. Obviously they hadn't known of Wonder Woman's abduction at the time.
He simply HAD to get the dimensional disruptor device going. Research was underway ... and had been for years. A dozen Hi Jack clones had been working tirelessly. Flash was the real problem. The rest could be dealt with. He needed to be separated from the 'speed force'.
He walked through the Hellfire Club back chambers, and saw the black court was absent. Not a good sign ... they usually gathered this time of week. He touched his bluetooth ...
"Private Communications, call winnie ...."
--
*He chuckled at Hard Core's comments and nodded.* Belichick's a fool. If he had let me run the show they'd have beaten the Giants and had a perfect season. Then none could dispute their greatness. I told him...go underneath to Welker...but no....he had to try and hit Moss deep constantly. Imagine...losing to that clod Eli Manning. At least I managed to prevent his brother from gaining another super bowl title. Peyton went out like a sucker. d**n fool played himself.
*He laughed and turned his attention to Prodigy.* Your knowledge of history impresses me my son. Truly you are the son of my heart.....hence why you will be guarding my back as my holy knight in this takeover.
*He then turned back to Hard Core.* IT seems this body....that of cardinal syn of Toronto might not be pope. There's a 23.45809 percent chance another will be selected. Thus....we must make certain none other wins. I must be pope....and therefore...I've a plan to ensure I will be!! All that power..money..and people who love a good pompous speech!! I must ascend and become pope!!! I must!!
*Suddenly Llyron was summoning him....and the Schemer...put off by his calling him Winnie. He refused to answer and left it to Hard Core to talk to him.*
You deal with that boorish blowfish. Tell him were we are....sadly....he could be useful.*
--
She chuckles softly. "So, on the odds that put you at least than 80 percent certainty that you'd become pope, we get to see what damage can be done to the this final competitor? I do run a worldwide media source, surely I can find something on him...or make something up. You know, like Murdock does with his people." She raises a brow when her darling gets a call but doesn't answer...but, then again, if he were to answer in another man's voice...one that might be recognizable it could cause issue.
She takes his phone and brings it to her ear, "Hello, Llyron...what can I do for you?"
--
He sits back, and flips his phone on while they are talking with Llyron on the phone. He smirked thinking it funny that the old pope looked kind of like the emperor on Star Wars. He dialed Phelia and listened to the rings, hoping maybe she would answer. He'd not talked to her in a few days since heading out for this crazy religious stunt...he hoped he wouldn't be nulled from going to heaven when he died...he always liked the idea of leaving this world to go to a better place.
--
*While he awaited Llyron's response to Hard Core...the Schemer laid things out for his son and long suffering girlfriend.*
There are three ways to approach to this problem....one...we can take out the competition....two...we can fix the election to ensure I become pope....or three....we can make the dear Cardinal I am impersonating so popular.....he dare not be rejected.
*He looked to Prodigy and Hard Core.* The first two entail raids. If we fix the election....we'll have to break into the Vatican and take control of those voting on the next pope.
If we take out the competition...we would have to do so by stealth....we can't allow guilt cast my way.
If we attempt to make Cardinal Syn...who I presently inhabit overly popular....there's only one way to do it. Create a miracle....and have it seem I performed it.
Opinions?? Comments?? Which method would you two prefer???
--
She listens to the phone call, then it suddenly drops. "d**n it, AT&T."
She turns the phone off to prevent further disruption and listens to her son & darling's conversation.
"Well, fixing the election would be a bit more difficult, especially as it would entail going into the Vatican's center and getting to the voting cardinals's little saferoom to convince them. Taking out the competition would be a bit easier, as a tactical attack could cause that, but then people would suspect you...or at least that people would rather you be in the position. Creating a miracle....could be fun."
--
He thinks a moment. "I could phase my arm and on television you could miraculously heal me and my arm would 'Grow Back' with divine power." He thought about the idea and started to laugh shaking his head. "It's so ridiculous...never mind." He pulled his cigarettes out, pulling one to his lip lighting it, taking a long drag and letting it out. "Or you could cure Lard of her loud voice....now that would be awesome, or her inability to stop spending money, or begging for attention, maybe you could miraculously cure her of being so d**n annoying and suck uppish."
He thought a moment. "While your at it, maybe you could cure yourself of crazy stunts, you could cure Spectrum of thinking she is the supreme being of the universe...maybe you could get Alyssa to come out of her office more than once a year and could get Robin a new outfit, cause he's really give me to creeps seeing a forty year old guy still playing boy wonder."
He looked at his father, then back to his cigarette. "Maybe you could give Aqua-man some powers other than how to make sandwiches, cause he still can't do sh*t." He blew his smoke out, getting no answer on his phone with a sigh, sliding it back into his pocket.
--
I agree. Lets make a miracle. *He said to Hard Core...lamenting the fact he would have enjoyed breaking into the Vatican and spiking the wafers and wine. Still...one had to be practical.
The Maple leafs scored a goal...and he cheered...inwardly groaning as he was a bruins fan down deep. But he had to keep up appearances.
At that point....his robot waiter came in with refreshments and food. Again....he had to keep up appearances thus could only eat what the cardinal he impersonated ate.*
d**n Canadian food. *He grumbled.* Jiggs dinner....pountine. Tim Horton's coffee. How can people digest this stuff!!!
*Meanwhile his son prattled on and he simply gave him and stray sideways, glance.*
Dear boy....this isn't the comedy hour. I need reasonable suggestions. Come on now....think??
--
She taps her chin for a moment, then chuckles softly.
"You could exorcise a demon...one that comes to attack you to prevent you from becoming pope. It'd come with mounds of publicity...and you wouldn't have to put too much effort into it. That, and I could actually lay low for a while and focus on the kids more."
She sips her drink a bit more. "Think about it, a future Pope taking down Hard Core...the currently the world's worst, visible demon."
--
He laughed, he sat there and he laughed and laughed. He had thought up the perfect scheme...it was so good he couldn't even hold it in he had to laugh so hard. "I got it pops...I mean paps..." He sat up still laughing. "You want a miracle, I got a miracle."
He cleared his throat. "You can announce that you through your divinity saw the Schemer and talked to him about religion, needless to say you helped the Schemer turn a new leaf and in doing so...he has donated 100 million dollars to the feed the children fund, curing the world of hunger...you would be more than a papal, you would truly be the savior of the starving, the ultimate magnanimous giver, the sovereign king of philanthropy...you would be Father Theresa!"
He looked at his dad and chuckled, sitting back down, lighting another cigarette. He looked at the tip of it start to burn and the smoke roll from it and he blew the smoke out slowly, sighing, whispering to himself. "I'm going to hell for this..."
--
*The Schemer listened to the suggests and rather liked both notions. But Hard Core's had more merit....simply because everyone would assume the Schemer would be planning something if he took Prodigy's suggestion. The last thing he needed was for Cardinal Syn to be considered a clique dupe.*
Excellent ideas. *He said and explained to Prodigy why he could use his particular scheme.* Dealing with Hard Core publicly seems to be the way to go.
*The game had only a few minutes left...and the Schemer's computer like brain ran over how to go about this.*
Tomorrow....during Sunday church service. Hard Core breaks in...and I dispatch her....I like it...I really like it!!
--
"Of course...You'll need to make it look good, Tommy. somewhat like be going back to the flames of hell...or at least dissolving while he's dealing with me. While keeping out of sight that is. I get 'destroyed'...yet whisked off somewhere safe. Cardinal Syn gets the recognition...I get to hang out with the kids and lay low for a while...as of course, exorcism only gets rid of big demons temporarily."
She sets her drink down and goes over to pet Tommy before sitting on the arm of his chair.
--
"Haha, Hard Core is gonna get her ass kicked by an old guy." He laughed and shook his head. "Public humiliation versus being the next Mother Theresa...if that's how you see it." He sat back puffing on his cigarette...thinking for a while. "I think I might head back to Manhattan after the dispatching over Adrianna...I don't think I wanna see her have to go through such a sad thing live."
He looked at Hard Core. "I mean, the sheer embarrassment of an old shriveled up prune placing his hands on you, and beating you with the power of holiness...really, that's how you want the world to remember Hard Core...they will end up calling you Soft Core by the end of the day...I can see it now...on Fox."
He held his hands out labeling the sky. "Hard Core goes Soft Core, old pope drops her like soap on a rope, former star of multiple click TV shows and lacky of the Schemer goes insane, thinking she will attack the pope...and now is sentenced to d**nation by the entire world's catholic denomination. It's one thing to be hated by people in Manhattan...and another to be globally hated, are you ready to take that step?"
--
*The schemer was liking what he was hearing. It was a pleasure dealing with agents that used their heads for something other than Fedora racks.*
The best part is...tomorrow...I'm doing an interview with the CBC. They'll get it all on tape. We can do it right during the service as camera's will be in the church during service. And after we make our miracle...I'll still have time for confession. Rocket, Tech and her dog gigabyte will be taking confession tomorrow. They've much to atone for after their screw-ups during the clique TV caper.
Prodigy....you and Hard Core take care of the particulars.....makeup to make her look more demonic. the pyrotechnics....we need fire...brimstone!! Hellspawn!!! Then...I will cast her out...and be pope john Paul Winston the first!!!
--
"It'll be a good show...a heart warming holiday special, even. How the Pope Saved Christmas Mass." She snickers a bit, then pets Tommy.
"I'll just be glad to get some time off from bad behavior and work on raising the girls."
"Of course, we do have to make sure that no one interrupts...the interruption."
--
He looked at HC and then to Schemer and nodded about the make up. "If you want her to look like a demon I'll send Lard down to paint her up...I'll just have her do what Lard normally does." He laughs a little then heads to he back, changing out of the god awful armor, it sure was sweaty...coming back out in his jeans and t-shirt, sandals and fedora...still feeling like he was wearing way too much.
"I'll head back to Manhattan to prepare, I'm gonna take Lotus with me...I sure hope I don't get arrested while I'm back home, I don't think they can prove that I blew up the jail to get you out..." He smirked heading out the door and off to Manhattan.
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