Post by The B-Witch on Dec 30, 2010 13:02:19 GMT -5
Members of the vatican invetigations force are in the Clique's current base. The northend church in Toronto, Canada. They have been sent to look into the background of Cardinal syn to see if he will make a good replacement for the dying pope. The Schemer does not leave things to chance and decides he will capture and brainwash them into giving out a good report. He gives the job for their capture to none other than the sultry siren of soho herself, SKYLARK!
Her job is simple. Knock them out then return to the cardinal's quarters. The Schemer's robot alterboys will take it from there.
Hidden behind a religous statue. She does what she is told and goes after the vatican investigators. Skylark lets out a subsonic cry the human ear cannot pick up on but it does cause problems for the equilibrium. The guard quiver and shake trying to maintain their balance.
"Pasta Vsul, Mario! My a head! Imma dizzy, Mario!"
"Yesa Luigi. It hurtsa my head! Antipasta! Rigatoni!
They sling more authethic italian curses before passing out from Skylark's attack. Normally she will preen and pose over her victory. Not today. She is disturbed by something that occured this morning. She took her weekly self-given pregnancy test. She thinks it a good idea. So many in the clique have gotten pregnant lately it might be catchy. Then this morning the strip showed green. She did not need to read the directions on the box to know what green meant. She has been driving for a couple years now. Green means go! The baby has a green light! She is pregnant!
Frowning and dismayed, the top temptress in Toronto makes her way back to her daddy's chambers. She has no idea how to break the news to him. She wonders if he will be happy or go crazy. You never know with him.
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*In his chambers...the schemer in the guise of the popular Canadian holy man....cardinal syn was in a private conference with none other than Llyron....lord of Alantis. The topic was the current alliance between the clique and Llyorn's Redeemers.
Privy to the conversation was the Schemer's fiance...Hard Core. At one point....the Schemer began to wonder on Lark's progress in dealing the vatican investigators.*
She's behind schedule. *He said to Hard Core.* Could even she screw up so easy an assignment?? Why is she late getting back here??
*He reached out telepathically with his mind....and discovered Lark had indeed completed her assignment....and was on the way back....but she was late....her mind focused elsewhere. Then he caught a mental whiff of why she was late....and glared at Llyron.*
Apparently Lark's not all that's late!!!! *He stood up pounded his bionic hand on the cardinal's desk.* That must have been some halloween party you two went too, Llyron!!!! Why you cuttlefish cad!!! How dare you take advantage of my daughters stupidity!!!!!!
*He reached under his robes and pulled forth his omniblaster.* She's going to have a baby!!! Your baby no doubt!!! And you're going to do the right thing and marry her!!! Hard Core!!! If he resists....drag his anchovy ass to the alter!!! I'll perform the ceremony myself!!! I can do that...I'm a cardinal!!
--
Her mind had been elsewhere...mostly the theatrics of her personal upcoming attack when she hears her darling referring to the adopted brat, Lark. "What do you expect dear, she never seems to be able to accomplish much on her own."
She raises a brow when her darling mentions something else being late and then starts yelling accusations at Llyron. "Cuttlefish cad? Wait, daughter's stupidity? I'm guessing something else was swimming upstream to spawn..."
She couldn't help but wonder how many people the Toronto Tramp, the sultry siren of Soho could have laid with, but her darling seems insistent on it being Llyron. She eases up from her seat and just looks at the Codpieced Codman and chuckles a bit at her darling saying it has an anchovy ass.
"You know...that'd make him your son-in-law, right?"
--
The last year had been good for Shreck and his associates. The continuing war in the Middle East had kept his weapons deals flowing, both sides desperate for any weapons tech that would give them the edge and Terror Inc providing it in just such a way as to keep the stalemate going for as long as possible, for as much profit as possible.
The numerous natural disasters had provided their bounty as well, Boneyard was swimming in new parts, almost literally, as the number of dead from the floods, fires, earthquakes and blizzards rolled in. Haiti alone had provided enough fresh parts to keep her in business for years to come.
With business doing so well, it left Shreck with some rare leisure time, in which he could follow some pursuits which, while perhaps not financially profitable, were personally satisfying. So, when he’d received a call from his client and associate Masque regarding some interesting intel she’d received concerning the Schemer and his ‘family’. It seemed that the sultry siren Lark had found herself in a family way, with Lyron as the father. A potent genetic pairing, to be sure. Masque seemed sure that Schemer would force the Fishprince into a shotgun wedding, which she wanted him to interrupt. There was no ‘profit’ to be had from this job…unless of course he could manage to procure Lark’s vocal chords. Personally he’d prefer to take her captive…to let the child come to term and see what powers *it* possessed…no doubt they would make fine additions to his repertoire. He was sure that Boneyard and GraveDancer could find some interesting uses for a young beauty such as Lark as well, once the child was born. He did enjoy watching the ladies at work on a fresh canvas.
The stealth helicopter landed on top of the church building which housed the Schemer in his current disguise….that of Cardinal Syn. The fact that he used such a name only proved how foolish and gullible the average masses were.
Stepping from the chopper, he nodded to Mrs. Primo in the cockpit, giving her the signal to take off once he and his team were off. She would hover and await the retrieval signal.
“Alright ladies, Caleb. I believe it’s time to become Wedding Crashers.”
--
*Caleb was in sitting in the backseat of the helicopter chuckling over recent events. He had had the pleasure of killing a couple of interloper in the graveyard....and chained them both to heavy rocks which he tossed into the hudson river. Right now they were shifting about in the current and being picked at by every little nibber in the river.
In the meanwhile he was on his laptop checking reactions to his latest recipes on website....Caleb's Corner. The reactions were mostly good...although one person proclaimed his spice cake a disgrace. He would hunt that person down and eat his spleen for that.
Just then the helicopter landed...and he followed the others out. He trotted over to Shreck and grinned up at him.* Thank you for forgiving me for my past mistakes. You'll not regret it!! I'll be a great solider in your army. You'll see.!! I'll kill the Schemer if you want. You can count on me.
*He glanced over at Boneyard gave her a dirty look. He still did not like her. A tophat....so complete out of fashion....and she did not like his food. Outrageous tart that she was in her black and greasy soul. Not suprising for one with her name. She obviously prefered grave over gravy.
--
Another day, another dollar. Her storehouses were full and so was her bank account. She was just thinking that it was maybe time for her and Grave to sneak off for a little vacation in a tropical cemetery somewhere, when Shreck informed her of a job. For a brief second, she hesitated but as always, the loyal employee packed up the things her boss would need, kissed Grave goodbye...at length.. then met with the rest of the Terror team.
It seemed their objective this time was to crash a wedding. That of Terror's infrequent blowhard of a nemesis’s daughter. Curious about the reason for this, there seemed to be no profit in it, Boneyard wondered what the aging rental unit was paying Terror..money or ..favors. At any rate, there was a job to be done and she carried her specialized refrigerator cases with her upon the helicopter, along with some light armament for herself.
--
Since faking her death, Masque had been here and there, having adventures..and a few more children.. but she'd kept her spies in place. Almost immediately she heard the news about lark. Pregnant..and by Llyron. Well, she didn't believe that for a minute but she knew Schemer would and Masque also predicted just how he would react, a shotgun wedding to protect his daughter’s “honor”. So Masque did the only thing she really could do. She had to save the prince from that insipid, brainless brat Schemer called his daughter.
So she paid a visit to her old friend Don Schrek, the head of Terror Inc. Her Pride had long ago been taken over by her old partner Spectrum, now Niahm or something, Masque didn't really care. What mattered is that while she had plenty of funds, she had very little manpower and she wanted this wedding crashed. Torn apart, destroyed, and the airheaded “Skylark” eliminated. Since Schemer had gotten religion, he'd be performing the ceremony. Even better if he was gunned down too, but it was Lark who must die for daring to defile Masque's fishman..er, Prince.
--
She can hear her father ranting in her mind. It sucks having a telepathic daddy. You can hear him pompous speeching even when he is not speaking.
She slowly makes her way back to the Cardinal's chambers and observes as her daddy is going off on LLyron.
"What is going on? You mean Llyron got me preggo?"
Hearing that this will lead to being Llyron's wife Skylark in a rare moment of clarity realizes how perfect this will be. Llyron is uber sexy and he is a prince! He is rich too! Sexy, rich, royal! She is so willing to marry into that! "Yes. Llyron got me preggo. It is alright, honey. I will be a good wife to you, in my fashion."
Now all she has to do is sit back and say, I do, then the rest of her life is set
--
*Omniblaster in hand....the Schemer set it for the highest intesity laser beam setting. Enough to vaporize a normal human....and likely knock Llyron unconscious at close range.
He bid the fishman to rise and started them toward the chapel in the next room.*
I'm aware of the that, darling. *He told Hard Core in response to her remark about Llyron being his son in law once the ceremony was over.
Telepathically heinformed her how perfect this would be. Not only could he cement his current alliance with Llyron once he married Lark.....but they would not have to deal with her doltish antics on a daily basis anymore.
It was true what he long stated...the greatest schemes were those that occur unexpectedly. Lark out his life. Being pope.....taking over the world....these possibilities paled before the prospect of getting rid of her.*
--
She grins slightly at the notion of being rid of Lark...not to mention the notion of her 'princess' attitude finding a place to be other than in a thousand mile radius of her....before having to find some nice private time with Lark to rip her lungs from her body.
"Hopefully, they won't have too many children...Atlantis already has a booming population, I hear."
She grins slightly, thinking about all of Llyron's created children on the island state. He had more children than Schemer if you considered it...not bad for someone under ten years old.
--
The small team made their way to the roof top access, the state of the art helicopter taking silently to the skies once more. Well worth the cost, the vehicle’s landing on the building had not aroused any alarms. Now, to get to Schemer and his daughter. They would no doubt be in the Cardinal’s study, as Masque’s information had said that Schemer was having a meeting with Llyron to discuss terms of joining forces. This was something he couldn’t allow. Schemer and Llyron’s combined might would be enough to rival even his own organization. Perhaps Llyron would consider having Shreck rescue him from a lifetime wed to the braindead songstress as a blessing. It wouldn’t hurt to garner some favor from the Atlantian Prince.
Kneeling by the door, he carefully pushed it open and looked down the stairs, seeing them clear.
“Caleb. You go ahead, draw the attention of any guards. With ‘Cardinal Syn’s’ popularity there are bound to be a few body guards. Feel free to make some noise, however don’t allow yourself to be seen my Schemer or the security cameras just yet. We don’t’ want to tip him off as to who exactly has come to call. Once you have eliminated the guards make your way to the Cardinal‘s Chamber to block off their escape.”
He turned to Boneyard, gesturing to the refrigerated container. Inside were several items he’d requested, and as they had gone over the plan thoroughly he knew she’d know which one he was requesting right now. Eyeing the topography of the roof, he felt the cold slap of refrigerated flesh in his hand as she turned over the requested item to him.
The cadaverous man stood from his crouch by the door, walking over to a non descript spot on the roof. Absently he reached over and ripped his right hand from the wrist, replacing it with the one provided by Boneyard. The air was filled with the wet squelching sounds as his body assimilated the limb, the cold numbed fingers coming to life even as Terror handed the original hand back to Boneyard.
“Best arm yourself M’dear. We should be directly above the Cardinal’s chambers now, if my knowledge of church blueprints is accurate. God bless the Catholics and their resistance to change.” he said ironically. He extended his gauntleted left hand to Boneyard, the right hand reaching down to touch the stone of the roof. The rock reacted to the touch of the acquired appendage, rippling and flowing like water. Quickly the two of them were sinking through the stone as if it were water, the substance resolidifying once they’d slipped past it.
Moments later the ceiling of the Cardinal’s chambers rippled, Shreck and his companion dropping lithely to the floor. As soon as they were free of the substance of the ceiling, the undead assassin’s hand whipped to his shoulder holster, drawing the high tech gun and taking aim. The bark of gunfire spilt the air as he opened up on Schemer and Lark….
--
*Caleb nodded approvingly as Shreck ordered he take out the guards while avoiding detection. the massive canine head of the former witchfinder nodded approvingly.*
You can count on me! I am a master of stealth. They will never see me coming. And I will nibble on the downed the guards. As you know....the more flesh I devour...the fast I heal from potential injuries.
*He sniffed the air.* I smell a Schemer. And Lark. Hard Core is here too. And Spectre off in another area of the church. There's things moving around. I can't smell them. Robots. I better go after them.
*He chuckled again as he had in the helicopter.* this is so exciting! I can hardly contain myself! It's like one of those James Bond movies! I was watching one called Goldfinger....Oh he was a rogue.
*He sauntered off....padding through the halls using his canine senses to get by the various secuirty devices....then...he found his first LMD guard. It turned to face him....but was ripped to pieces before it could react.*
I got one....now to continue onward.
--
Boneyard:
Why oh why they had to bring that d**ned dog with them, who was the most obnoxious creature on earth, she never figured out. One of these days she would come up with some way to rid then of him for good but for now, he was a teammate and so she impassively ignored his idiocy and concentrated on the matter at hand.
Shreck nodded to her and she pulled out the correct case for him, handing the frozen arm to him just as his earlier instructions, and tucked the old limb back in the case. After setting it back in the helicopter, she grabbed her weaponry. Several random blades about her person, a sniper rifle sling across her back, a couple of handguns at her hip and shoulder, and her brand new rocket launcher in he arms. She had named it Grave Digger after the love of her life.
Smirking a moment at his Catholic dig, she went along with him through the roof, lifting the rocket launcher to those within, bracing herself and then letting one fly at the trampy little girl who was the focus of their mission.
Masque:
Now that her plan had been set in motion, Masque left the Terror crew to handle things their own way. She changed into a hawk and made her way to the chapel. It was her intent to rescue Llyron from this fate worse than death. A little mouse crawled through a hole in the floor where Schemer was holding the Fish, er ..Prince, hostage and she rose up behind Schemer, forgetting as always that he had an open link to her mind, and with extended claws copied from Wolverine, she swiped at Schemer's neck, trying to behead him
--
Skylark is about to head to the alter for the quickie ritual when behind them all hell breaks loose. Gunfire goes off. She turns and sees those nasty dead things that live in that New Jersey graveyard.
"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddy! This is suppose to the best day of my life. This is my shining moment. They aren't the guest list! Get them out of here so I can bask in the glow of wedded bliss. You would not want be not to have wedded bliss."
She is rambling on when Boneyard Pulls out a rocket launcher. Skylark has never been the sharpest person in the world. But she knows what a Rocket launcher can do.
"I changed my mind! I am so staying single!"
She projects her voice and calls up her sonic sound wings. She starts to take flight and sing one of her larky tunes when Boneyard opens fire on her. The blast hits the floor where she stood a moment before and the momentum of her upward flight combined with the blast send her reeling. She goes sailing across the chapel and out of one of the stainglass windows at the top of the chapel. She ends up in like wild projectile hurling out over a neighboring rooftop and crashing into the humber river beyond.
--
*The Schemer was about to produce a spare ring....he had for just such an emergency....when suddenly....the room went insane. Gunfire...and then a rocket shell firing off. He of course backed away...trying as usual to save to save himself. Thankfully Boneyard was firing at Skylark instead. he had hoped to marry her off....but if she got killed...well...one way to be rid of her was as good as another he supposed.
He turned his attention away from Llyron and was about to fire back....when he caught a mental whiff of a familar mental signature. Peering into her mind...he knew just what masque planned. And yet....her speed was so great....she still nearly got him....even with telepathic warning....she almost ripped skin rather than robe.*
You boorish bimbo!! You are responsible for this!!! That tears it!!! Hard core!!! Slay this shapeshifting very *friendly* person!!! I'll deal with the terror inc twits!!! *He opened fire on Shreck and Boneyard...hoping to drive them back.*
The gunshots fired by that skull faced scum and cut into his flowing papal robes...
--
She raises a brow seeing Shreck inside the church, "d**n, this place will let anyone in nowadays. Maybe sex on the alter wasn't such a good idea."
Then she hears it, Winston finally giving her permission to kill Masque, "Finally!"
She lunges at the currently clawed woman and tries to snag hold of any body part she could rip from her.
--
Shreck turns, watching Lark go flying through the window on the blast wave from Boneyard’s rocket launcher. The heavy weaponry had done it’s work on the interior of the church, rendering centuries old stone work and aged wooden pews into so much shrapnel and debris. Still firing at Schemer to keep him on his toes, the skeletal monstrosity opened his lipless mouth to shout out.
“Caleb! After Lark, she’s been blown free of the building. Do NOT let her escape, but take her alive if you can.”
He had every intention of making good on his deal to destroy Lark, but only after he’d retrieved her unborn child. He had methods to leave her braindead, but her body still viable to see the child to term. Perhaps he could turn her face over to Masque as a fittingly ironic trophy.
Bullets tore into his dead flesh, tearing holes through muscle and bone but doing little to deter the demonic hit man. His eyes turned to Schemer, gun tracking the man but the bullets having trouble finding their mark in the voluminous robes the man wore. Even Shreck’s skills were hard pressed to find his target when it was swaddled in that much finery.
“Boneyard, fall back. They are not our targets today. After the girl.”
He reached back, extending the borrowed right hand to the wall, the wood paneling rippling and flowing around his fingers as he prepared to melt himself and Boneyard through the walls and out into the night to hunt their prey.
Her job is simple. Knock them out then return to the cardinal's quarters. The Schemer's robot alterboys will take it from there.
Hidden behind a religous statue. She does what she is told and goes after the vatican investigators. Skylark lets out a subsonic cry the human ear cannot pick up on but it does cause problems for the equilibrium. The guard quiver and shake trying to maintain their balance.
"Pasta Vsul, Mario! My a head! Imma dizzy, Mario!"
"Yesa Luigi. It hurtsa my head! Antipasta! Rigatoni!
They sling more authethic italian curses before passing out from Skylark's attack. Normally she will preen and pose over her victory. Not today. She is disturbed by something that occured this morning. She took her weekly self-given pregnancy test. She thinks it a good idea. So many in the clique have gotten pregnant lately it might be catchy. Then this morning the strip showed green. She did not need to read the directions on the box to know what green meant. She has been driving for a couple years now. Green means go! The baby has a green light! She is pregnant!
Frowning and dismayed, the top temptress in Toronto makes her way back to her daddy's chambers. She has no idea how to break the news to him. She wonders if he will be happy or go crazy. You never know with him.
--
*In his chambers...the schemer in the guise of the popular Canadian holy man....cardinal syn was in a private conference with none other than Llyron....lord of Alantis. The topic was the current alliance between the clique and Llyorn's Redeemers.
Privy to the conversation was the Schemer's fiance...Hard Core. At one point....the Schemer began to wonder on Lark's progress in dealing the vatican investigators.*
She's behind schedule. *He said to Hard Core.* Could even she screw up so easy an assignment?? Why is she late getting back here??
*He reached out telepathically with his mind....and discovered Lark had indeed completed her assignment....and was on the way back....but she was late....her mind focused elsewhere. Then he caught a mental whiff of why she was late....and glared at Llyron.*
Apparently Lark's not all that's late!!!! *He stood up pounded his bionic hand on the cardinal's desk.* That must have been some halloween party you two went too, Llyron!!!! Why you cuttlefish cad!!! How dare you take advantage of my daughters stupidity!!!!!!
*He reached under his robes and pulled forth his omniblaster.* She's going to have a baby!!! Your baby no doubt!!! And you're going to do the right thing and marry her!!! Hard Core!!! If he resists....drag his anchovy ass to the alter!!! I'll perform the ceremony myself!!! I can do that...I'm a cardinal!!
--
Her mind had been elsewhere...mostly the theatrics of her personal upcoming attack when she hears her darling referring to the adopted brat, Lark. "What do you expect dear, she never seems to be able to accomplish much on her own."
She raises a brow when her darling mentions something else being late and then starts yelling accusations at Llyron. "Cuttlefish cad? Wait, daughter's stupidity? I'm guessing something else was swimming upstream to spawn..."
She couldn't help but wonder how many people the Toronto Tramp, the sultry siren of Soho could have laid with, but her darling seems insistent on it being Llyron. She eases up from her seat and just looks at the Codpieced Codman and chuckles a bit at her darling saying it has an anchovy ass.
"You know...that'd make him your son-in-law, right?"
--
The last year had been good for Shreck and his associates. The continuing war in the Middle East had kept his weapons deals flowing, both sides desperate for any weapons tech that would give them the edge and Terror Inc providing it in just such a way as to keep the stalemate going for as long as possible, for as much profit as possible.
The numerous natural disasters had provided their bounty as well, Boneyard was swimming in new parts, almost literally, as the number of dead from the floods, fires, earthquakes and blizzards rolled in. Haiti alone had provided enough fresh parts to keep her in business for years to come.
With business doing so well, it left Shreck with some rare leisure time, in which he could follow some pursuits which, while perhaps not financially profitable, were personally satisfying. So, when he’d received a call from his client and associate Masque regarding some interesting intel she’d received concerning the Schemer and his ‘family’. It seemed that the sultry siren Lark had found herself in a family way, with Lyron as the father. A potent genetic pairing, to be sure. Masque seemed sure that Schemer would force the Fishprince into a shotgun wedding, which she wanted him to interrupt. There was no ‘profit’ to be had from this job…unless of course he could manage to procure Lark’s vocal chords. Personally he’d prefer to take her captive…to let the child come to term and see what powers *it* possessed…no doubt they would make fine additions to his repertoire. He was sure that Boneyard and GraveDancer could find some interesting uses for a young beauty such as Lark as well, once the child was born. He did enjoy watching the ladies at work on a fresh canvas.
The stealth helicopter landed on top of the church building which housed the Schemer in his current disguise….that of Cardinal Syn. The fact that he used such a name only proved how foolish and gullible the average masses were.
Stepping from the chopper, he nodded to Mrs. Primo in the cockpit, giving her the signal to take off once he and his team were off. She would hover and await the retrieval signal.
“Alright ladies, Caleb. I believe it’s time to become Wedding Crashers.”
--
*Caleb was in sitting in the backseat of the helicopter chuckling over recent events. He had had the pleasure of killing a couple of interloper in the graveyard....and chained them both to heavy rocks which he tossed into the hudson river. Right now they were shifting about in the current and being picked at by every little nibber in the river.
In the meanwhile he was on his laptop checking reactions to his latest recipes on website....Caleb's Corner. The reactions were mostly good...although one person proclaimed his spice cake a disgrace. He would hunt that person down and eat his spleen for that.
Just then the helicopter landed...and he followed the others out. He trotted over to Shreck and grinned up at him.* Thank you for forgiving me for my past mistakes. You'll not regret it!! I'll be a great solider in your army. You'll see.!! I'll kill the Schemer if you want. You can count on me.
*He glanced over at Boneyard gave her a dirty look. He still did not like her. A tophat....so complete out of fashion....and she did not like his food. Outrageous tart that she was in her black and greasy soul. Not suprising for one with her name. She obviously prefered grave over gravy.
--
Another day, another dollar. Her storehouses were full and so was her bank account. She was just thinking that it was maybe time for her and Grave to sneak off for a little vacation in a tropical cemetery somewhere, when Shreck informed her of a job. For a brief second, she hesitated but as always, the loyal employee packed up the things her boss would need, kissed Grave goodbye...at length.. then met with the rest of the Terror team.
It seemed their objective this time was to crash a wedding. That of Terror's infrequent blowhard of a nemesis’s daughter. Curious about the reason for this, there seemed to be no profit in it, Boneyard wondered what the aging rental unit was paying Terror..money or ..favors. At any rate, there was a job to be done and she carried her specialized refrigerator cases with her upon the helicopter, along with some light armament for herself.
--
Since faking her death, Masque had been here and there, having adventures..and a few more children.. but she'd kept her spies in place. Almost immediately she heard the news about lark. Pregnant..and by Llyron. Well, she didn't believe that for a minute but she knew Schemer would and Masque also predicted just how he would react, a shotgun wedding to protect his daughter’s “honor”. So Masque did the only thing she really could do. She had to save the prince from that insipid, brainless brat Schemer called his daughter.
So she paid a visit to her old friend Don Schrek, the head of Terror Inc. Her Pride had long ago been taken over by her old partner Spectrum, now Niahm or something, Masque didn't really care. What mattered is that while she had plenty of funds, she had very little manpower and she wanted this wedding crashed. Torn apart, destroyed, and the airheaded “Skylark” eliminated. Since Schemer had gotten religion, he'd be performing the ceremony. Even better if he was gunned down too, but it was Lark who must die for daring to defile Masque's fishman..er, Prince.
--
She can hear her father ranting in her mind. It sucks having a telepathic daddy. You can hear him pompous speeching even when he is not speaking.
She slowly makes her way back to the Cardinal's chambers and observes as her daddy is going off on LLyron.
"What is going on? You mean Llyron got me preggo?"
Hearing that this will lead to being Llyron's wife Skylark in a rare moment of clarity realizes how perfect this will be. Llyron is uber sexy and he is a prince! He is rich too! Sexy, rich, royal! She is so willing to marry into that! "Yes. Llyron got me preggo. It is alright, honey. I will be a good wife to you, in my fashion."
Now all she has to do is sit back and say, I do, then the rest of her life is set
--
*Omniblaster in hand....the Schemer set it for the highest intesity laser beam setting. Enough to vaporize a normal human....and likely knock Llyron unconscious at close range.
He bid the fishman to rise and started them toward the chapel in the next room.*
I'm aware of the that, darling. *He told Hard Core in response to her remark about Llyron being his son in law once the ceremony was over.
Telepathically heinformed her how perfect this would be. Not only could he cement his current alliance with Llyron once he married Lark.....but they would not have to deal with her doltish antics on a daily basis anymore.
It was true what he long stated...the greatest schemes were those that occur unexpectedly. Lark out his life. Being pope.....taking over the world....these possibilities paled before the prospect of getting rid of her.*
--
She grins slightly at the notion of being rid of Lark...not to mention the notion of her 'princess' attitude finding a place to be other than in a thousand mile radius of her....before having to find some nice private time with Lark to rip her lungs from her body.
"Hopefully, they won't have too many children...Atlantis already has a booming population, I hear."
She grins slightly, thinking about all of Llyron's created children on the island state. He had more children than Schemer if you considered it...not bad for someone under ten years old.
--
The small team made their way to the roof top access, the state of the art helicopter taking silently to the skies once more. Well worth the cost, the vehicle’s landing on the building had not aroused any alarms. Now, to get to Schemer and his daughter. They would no doubt be in the Cardinal’s study, as Masque’s information had said that Schemer was having a meeting with Llyron to discuss terms of joining forces. This was something he couldn’t allow. Schemer and Llyron’s combined might would be enough to rival even his own organization. Perhaps Llyron would consider having Shreck rescue him from a lifetime wed to the braindead songstress as a blessing. It wouldn’t hurt to garner some favor from the Atlantian Prince.
Kneeling by the door, he carefully pushed it open and looked down the stairs, seeing them clear.
“Caleb. You go ahead, draw the attention of any guards. With ‘Cardinal Syn’s’ popularity there are bound to be a few body guards. Feel free to make some noise, however don’t allow yourself to be seen my Schemer or the security cameras just yet. We don’t’ want to tip him off as to who exactly has come to call. Once you have eliminated the guards make your way to the Cardinal‘s Chamber to block off their escape.”
He turned to Boneyard, gesturing to the refrigerated container. Inside were several items he’d requested, and as they had gone over the plan thoroughly he knew she’d know which one he was requesting right now. Eyeing the topography of the roof, he felt the cold slap of refrigerated flesh in his hand as she turned over the requested item to him.
The cadaverous man stood from his crouch by the door, walking over to a non descript spot on the roof. Absently he reached over and ripped his right hand from the wrist, replacing it with the one provided by Boneyard. The air was filled with the wet squelching sounds as his body assimilated the limb, the cold numbed fingers coming to life even as Terror handed the original hand back to Boneyard.
“Best arm yourself M’dear. We should be directly above the Cardinal’s chambers now, if my knowledge of church blueprints is accurate. God bless the Catholics and their resistance to change.” he said ironically. He extended his gauntleted left hand to Boneyard, the right hand reaching down to touch the stone of the roof. The rock reacted to the touch of the acquired appendage, rippling and flowing like water. Quickly the two of them were sinking through the stone as if it were water, the substance resolidifying once they’d slipped past it.
Moments later the ceiling of the Cardinal’s chambers rippled, Shreck and his companion dropping lithely to the floor. As soon as they were free of the substance of the ceiling, the undead assassin’s hand whipped to his shoulder holster, drawing the high tech gun and taking aim. The bark of gunfire spilt the air as he opened up on Schemer and Lark….
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*Caleb nodded approvingly as Shreck ordered he take out the guards while avoiding detection. the massive canine head of the former witchfinder nodded approvingly.*
You can count on me! I am a master of stealth. They will never see me coming. And I will nibble on the downed the guards. As you know....the more flesh I devour...the fast I heal from potential injuries.
*He sniffed the air.* I smell a Schemer. And Lark. Hard Core is here too. And Spectre off in another area of the church. There's things moving around. I can't smell them. Robots. I better go after them.
*He chuckled again as he had in the helicopter.* this is so exciting! I can hardly contain myself! It's like one of those James Bond movies! I was watching one called Goldfinger....Oh he was a rogue.
*He sauntered off....padding through the halls using his canine senses to get by the various secuirty devices....then...he found his first LMD guard. It turned to face him....but was ripped to pieces before it could react.*
I got one....now to continue onward.
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Boneyard:
Why oh why they had to bring that d**ned dog with them, who was the most obnoxious creature on earth, she never figured out. One of these days she would come up with some way to rid then of him for good but for now, he was a teammate and so she impassively ignored his idiocy and concentrated on the matter at hand.
Shreck nodded to her and she pulled out the correct case for him, handing the frozen arm to him just as his earlier instructions, and tucked the old limb back in the case. After setting it back in the helicopter, she grabbed her weaponry. Several random blades about her person, a sniper rifle sling across her back, a couple of handguns at her hip and shoulder, and her brand new rocket launcher in he arms. She had named it Grave Digger after the love of her life.
Smirking a moment at his Catholic dig, she went along with him through the roof, lifting the rocket launcher to those within, bracing herself and then letting one fly at the trampy little girl who was the focus of their mission.
Masque:
Now that her plan had been set in motion, Masque left the Terror crew to handle things their own way. She changed into a hawk and made her way to the chapel. It was her intent to rescue Llyron from this fate worse than death. A little mouse crawled through a hole in the floor where Schemer was holding the Fish, er ..Prince, hostage and she rose up behind Schemer, forgetting as always that he had an open link to her mind, and with extended claws copied from Wolverine, she swiped at Schemer's neck, trying to behead him
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Skylark is about to head to the alter for the quickie ritual when behind them all hell breaks loose. Gunfire goes off. She turns and sees those nasty dead things that live in that New Jersey graveyard.
"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddy! This is suppose to the best day of my life. This is my shining moment. They aren't the guest list! Get them out of here so I can bask in the glow of wedded bliss. You would not want be not to have wedded bliss."
She is rambling on when Boneyard Pulls out a rocket launcher. Skylark has never been the sharpest person in the world. But she knows what a Rocket launcher can do.
"I changed my mind! I am so staying single!"
She projects her voice and calls up her sonic sound wings. She starts to take flight and sing one of her larky tunes when Boneyard opens fire on her. The blast hits the floor where she stood a moment before and the momentum of her upward flight combined with the blast send her reeling. She goes sailing across the chapel and out of one of the stainglass windows at the top of the chapel. She ends up in like wild projectile hurling out over a neighboring rooftop and crashing into the humber river beyond.
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*The Schemer was about to produce a spare ring....he had for just such an emergency....when suddenly....the room went insane. Gunfire...and then a rocket shell firing off. He of course backed away...trying as usual to save to save himself. Thankfully Boneyard was firing at Skylark instead. he had hoped to marry her off....but if she got killed...well...one way to be rid of her was as good as another he supposed.
He turned his attention away from Llyron and was about to fire back....when he caught a mental whiff of a familar mental signature. Peering into her mind...he knew just what masque planned. And yet....her speed was so great....she still nearly got him....even with telepathic warning....she almost ripped skin rather than robe.*
You boorish bimbo!! You are responsible for this!!! That tears it!!! Hard core!!! Slay this shapeshifting very *friendly* person!!! I'll deal with the terror inc twits!!! *He opened fire on Shreck and Boneyard...hoping to drive them back.*
The gunshots fired by that skull faced scum and cut into his flowing papal robes...
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She raises a brow seeing Shreck inside the church, "d**n, this place will let anyone in nowadays. Maybe sex on the alter wasn't such a good idea."
Then she hears it, Winston finally giving her permission to kill Masque, "Finally!"
She lunges at the currently clawed woman and tries to snag hold of any body part she could rip from her.
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Shreck turns, watching Lark go flying through the window on the blast wave from Boneyard’s rocket launcher. The heavy weaponry had done it’s work on the interior of the church, rendering centuries old stone work and aged wooden pews into so much shrapnel and debris. Still firing at Schemer to keep him on his toes, the skeletal monstrosity opened his lipless mouth to shout out.
“Caleb! After Lark, she’s been blown free of the building. Do NOT let her escape, but take her alive if you can.”
He had every intention of making good on his deal to destroy Lark, but only after he’d retrieved her unborn child. He had methods to leave her braindead, but her body still viable to see the child to term. Perhaps he could turn her face over to Masque as a fittingly ironic trophy.
Bullets tore into his dead flesh, tearing holes through muscle and bone but doing little to deter the demonic hit man. His eyes turned to Schemer, gun tracking the man but the bullets having trouble finding their mark in the voluminous robes the man wore. Even Shreck’s skills were hard pressed to find his target when it was swaddled in that much finery.
“Boneyard, fall back. They are not our targets today. After the girl.”
He reached back, extending the borrowed right hand to the wall, the wood paneling rippling and flowing around his fingers as he prepared to melt himself and Boneyard through the walls and out into the night to hunt their prey.