Post by The B-Witch on Jan 20, 2011 12:36:07 GMT -5
*In a toronto's famed north end church...The sinister Schemer...in the guise of canada's most noted holy man...cardinal Syn called a meeting. Involved would be his lover...the evil mother of his two latest children, Hard Core...and the secret clique member...Bill Belichick...head coach of the New England Patriots.
The founder and leader of the clique is not pleased with the latter over recent events which led to a playoff loss to the Patriots arch rival New York Jets. In the rectory....he awaits the arrival of the football genius.*
Adrianna. Would you be so kind as to show mister Belichick in....needless to say....he and I have something to discuss.
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"Of course darling..." She can't help but shudder, still seeing the old man to be pope's body, knowing her darling's mind is inside, that, and the lack of sex it has caused...now that she was wanting it again now that she wasn't pregnant.
She eases from her seat and moves to the door, opening it slowly to make sure it was Belichick, and motions for him to come in, her eyes giving a warning that her darling was not pleased...even in her own amusement of seeing him upset.
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*Belichick was led inside..his head lowered...knowing a lengthy tongue lashing was forthcoming. Once inside...belichick took a seat and the Schemer rose from his own. He stepped around the desk...and rather than speak....he lifted his omniblaster....disguised as wooden cane...and swatted Belichick across the head...knocking him out of his chair...to the floor.*
Dunce!! Clod!!!! Can't you do anything right!!! What must I do get results!! I give you a robot version of Tom Brady to help you out so he won't be hurt again. I give you inside information on the other teams game plans through my telepathy...to take the place of the extra filming you were denied after spygate. I give you money...resources...and what do I get in return??!! Another first round playoff loss!!!
*He took his cane and began beating the man with it.* You failed me!!! Lost again!! Six years without a super bowl title you useless bastard!! And you lose to a team based in New Jersey!!! New Jersey!!!! I'll kill you for that!!!
*He continued to beat the man...prepared lost in the emotion of the moment.*
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She leans back against the door and just watches. "Darling...he is mortal. Are you intending on killing him? That would just mean that you have to replace him...try not to be the Jerry Jones of the Patriots. How many coaches do you have to go through to get a winning team?"
She shakes her head slowly, then walks back across the room to get herself a bit more sacrimental wine.
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*Hard core's words brought him back to a sense of reality. She was right...he could not kill him. But that did not mean he would go unpunished.*
Of course darling. You're right. *He stepped away from Belichick...and saw the man bleeding from his cheek...and holding his ribs. Still not punishment enough for his liking.*
I won't kill you...but you're going to learn not to fail me again. I want a super bowl next year!! You have six draft picks in the first three rounds. Make them count...and develop this team into a champion again. Do I make myself clear you spineless milksop!!
*He turned to Hard Core who was sipping is wine again. She could finish this for him. He had a scheme to plot.*
Darling....pick mister Belichick up...and drag him out of my sight, please. Then....break a couple of his bones. The left leg....and his thumb....the right one. Then call an ambulance for him.
No!!! *Belichick protested.*
Oh yes...you're about to be the victim of a hit and run old boy. And I will place a telepathic command in your head...preventing you from saying otherwise.
*He turned back to Hard Core.* Please my dear....take him away.
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She finishes off her glass of wine before she sets it back down and moves to Belichick. "Come on, coach..." She grabs his hand and jerks him upward sharply and drags him from the room and out towards his car.
It had to look like a hit and run afterall, so she throws him against his car to crack a few more ribs. Then she moves to the car and slams her fist against it to leave a solid enough blow to force the airbag to deploy. She kicks the front in a bit more to crack the raditator, then walks back over to Belichick and puts him in the driver's seat.
"Night night." She taps a nerve on him to knock him out, then simply dials the police to report seeing a hit & run, involving someone who looks like a football coach.
She gives the car a shove so that it moves a bit farther away from the church before she comes back in, dusting herself off a bit.
She walks back into the cardinal's chambers and pours herself more wine to take the edge off and sits back down.
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*The Schemer...content that his love would take care of situation concerning the cretin coach....turned his attention elsewhere. namely....ryker's island where at that moment...a prison riot was taking place.
As Hard Core returned...he put on a live feed of events taking place as Hard Core returned.*
All taken care of with mister Belichick I assume?? *He nodded...not waiting for an answer. There was no need. Hard Core was his lover and field general of the clique for a reason. unlike some of his people....she never let him down.*
Now...on to more pressing business. The riot at Ryker's island. My doing of course. I electronically overrode the computerized locking devices on the cells...allowing the prisoners their freedom.
*He lit a turkish cigar at this point...and settled back into his chair. In doing so he was obviously awaiting her to ask why. Thus....he would be given the opening for one of his famed pompous speeches.*
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"Emergency responders should be arriving soon enough to take care of him. He'll need a new car. Sadly, some irresponsible people just leave the scene when something bad happens." She sips her wine before glancing at the TV, raising a brow as she watches the events...one a network that was not hers.
"Honestly, Darling, if you're going to cause chaos, let me know ahead of time so my people can get there first." She continues watching villains trying to escape from the prison...and then the appearance of Adaptoid and some girl with a pair of dogs.
"Are you trying to lure someone out of hiding, dear?"
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*He chuckled at her response concerning Belichick.* Yes...sadly. Makes you wonder about the moral fiber of this world of ours. Hit and run. Such a disgrace.
*He paused a moment...ignoring her comment about her news agency getting the scoop. He would rather have his toenails removed forecefully than give that cursed star reporter of her's a chance to further her career. Of course...he did not tell his beloved that.*
An oversight on my part...do forgive me. But on to the matter at hand. *He paused again...carefully choosing his words...for the pompous speech was a thing of beauty. It was his nom du crime....so to speak. And after all....what was crime without a modus operandi. The joker had his jokes....the riddler his riddles...and he had his pompous speeches.*
No no my dear...you see thanks to that clod Rocket during the recent incident at that Maple leafs/Bruins game....batman witnessed clique activity in Toronto. Though a mere human....Batman is a brillant and dangerous foe. Indeed...his sheer persistance makes him my most dangerous opponent. Thus...I made this little bit of mayham. I'm planning something similar at Arkham.
It serves a duel purpose. Not only will it cause the superhero community to be distracted from this area while we wait for the current pope to meet his maker...but it also proves Clique activity is present elsewhere. You will note...Syphon, Blindside and firebug....all being seen amid the riot. The adaptoid, Jay2 and others will spot them...and know I am behind the riots. And thus...they will believe I am in that vicinity rather than here.
*He puffed his cigar...a long satisfying drag...then exhaled. After knocking his ash into a desktop tray...he continued...prepared to end his speech with a flourish.*
And with luck...a few of those attempting to quell the riots will be slain. For it is as Brett said in his immortal play 'three penny opera'. 'And if the -superhero- population.....greets us with indignation..we'll chop'em to bits because we like our hamburgers raw.
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"Ahhhhhhhh, though, wouldn't the adaptoid notice your presence lacking. Syphon may not be the best assault leader...hopefully the heroes won't notice me not being there."
She watchs the girl and her dogs quickly dispatching a few of the villains, while the adaptoid continues to blunder his way through the event.
"Who is she? Is that the little pest that was bothering us a year ago or so. The one that stole the EMP generator?"
It couldn't be, the girl hadn't aged...at all.
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He walked in after the long speech, he looked at his father and Adrianna, a smile on his face as he smoothed out his suit. "Hey guys, did I miss anything while I was gone to Maui?" He smirked stepping in and leaning against the wall.
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Ahhh....and there in lies the genius of my....er...scheme my dear. You see...you are going to be there. I'm going to have spectre teleport you to the arkham facility shortly....where you can do...well....what you best. Cause mayhem. *He thought a moment then changed his tune...as it were.* Make that what you do second best. *He offered up a wink...and moved the conversation along.*
The girl is jay 2. A creation of the warehouse founder and leader. She's not human..or a mutant. She's an android with living engrams of a person impressed upon her. At least that's my surmise. I suspect she's an adaptoid as well.
*He was going to say more....but then they were interupted by the presence of his son.*
You missed a great deal, my son. I'll fill you in later. But for now...you and Adrianna have a date...in gotham. namely...Arkham asylum. We're going to break out the most deadly criminals in gotham.
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"Oh good...we get to go into an asylum full of people that probably love me as much as they love Batman." She chuckles softly, looking to her son and smiles a bit.
"How was the beach?" She finishes her third, maybe fourth glass of wine for the day and stands up, figuring that Spectre wasn't going to hesitate very long to send them to Arkham...though, she didn't have her mask with her. Spectre could get that for her, too.
"Chaos and mayhem...the usual order of the day."
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He smiled at Adrianna and laughed. "Oh it was great...relaxing, totally enjoyed the warm air and the crashing of the waves in the ocean. The sand was nice...honestly there wasn't anything crazy that happened. There wasn't any fights or explosions, no guns shots."
He looked off to the side thinking. "I have an amazing time...I took someone with me too...kinda nice to get away from all the wild things that happen on the day to day. I can honestly say that it was one of the nicest weeks of my life...my secret to a good vacation is having LOTUS pick where I go...and just following his instructions on what type of clothing to bring."
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Oh please my dear. *He said between puffs on his cigar.* Who in Arkham could cause you harm?? the Joker, Ridder, Scarecrow, Clayface, Poison Oakey..or whatever her name is....the mad hatter. Minor leaguers from the bats rogue's gallery. But it will keep him...and his justice league cohorts busy recapturing them instead of sniffing around canada. This is one scheme I don't intend to see fail!!
*As he spoke...Adrianna and his son spoke his vacation. The Schemer..doing as Adrianna had suggested and paid attention. She felt his son's occational attempts to disrupt his schemes was rebellion. His way of fighting back against a father who was more concerned with his latest schemes than his own son.*
I'm glad you enjoyed yourself my son....I....*He paused when he mentioned that he had brought someone along.*
Who might that be, my son?? Not that Code blue cretin I trust. I thought that relationship was long and thankfully over.
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"Still, they do tend to hold a grudge against my more legitimate persona, not to mention Cynthia. You may not like her, but she is my friend...and our children's godmother. They may go after her or myself."
She looks between husband and son, then stretches a bit. "So...disrupting the Bat to keep him out of your ever receding hair. I did have reports run about one demon's attempt at attacking you, Rome seemed to stir a bit. Eventually, I'll give my attack so you can prove your potent popancy."
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He smirked as he looked at his father and then smiled at Arianna. "Oh, I kidnapped Alaina...took her with me for the week. We had alot of fun, spent some good time together. She enjoyed the beach and the food. The hotel was amazing pops." He smirked at his father...yup, the daughter of Heatseeker and Arctic.
"I'd tell you she told me to tell you hello...but she didn't." He smiled and pulled out his cellphone, checking his text messages. "ZOMG..." He said texting away then hit send and shut the screen off sliding it back into his pocket. "The seafood was amazing and so was the beach!"
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*He narrowed his eyes at Adrianna's remarks. the fact Cythia was godmother to their children....and the comment about the receding hairline left him cold. But he did not make mention of them. The cardinal had high blood pressure. He needed to remain as calm as possible in this body. When he did respond....it concerned Terror inc.*
Those supernatural simpletons attacked me...and right in front of canadian press. I turned the situation to my advantage....and made it seem as those demons from hell were after me. The fool have all but secured my ascension to the papal pulpit!!!
*He was about to say more...when his son interjected. What he said caused the Schemer to choke on his cigar.*
Oh...nice well I'm glad you had a good time with your new....
*Choke, gag, spew, Choke.* Arctic and Heatseekers daughter!! Have you blown you lid!!! You kidnapped her!!!
*He looked to Hardcore....knowing this was not good news. Heatseeker...as his name implied was a hothead...and Arctic was still addicted to power enhancing drugs he had supplied her with. She was powerful enough to freeze niagara falls.*
This is all we need!!! d**n it...if those two start poking into this....the whole scheme could unravel!!!
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She didn't have to be a telepath to see her darling's annoyance at things she said, though, it did show he was respecting her by staying out of her mind as the receding hair was more commentary about the considerably older, more decrepit body he currently possessed.
"You kidnapped Boomer? You could have just asked her parents..." She was a bit jealous of the pair, getting to lead somewhat normal lives in a moderate retirement...getting to spend time with their daughter, when not kidnapped by some boy.
"Maybe I should talk to them..."
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He smiled as his looked at his father. "Oh it was great...I'm sure they are ok. While I was in Maui, I gave them a text to let them know that I was in a hot tub with their daughter in the hotel room in Maui..." He smirked as he looked at his father. "I'm sure they will steam each other out fire and ice and all that..." He laughed as he thought about it all. "Alaina...she so cute...I just can't get enough of her."
"In the next day or two I might kidnap her for another vacation. Man when I pulled up in LOTUS and hit her with the capturing net in the front yard, with her parents watching me do it, then drive off and fly off...man, I could see the sun in that man's eyes...it was kinda funny...I don't hate the guy...I just wanna see his daughter you know? Alaina's mother seems pretty cool about me seeing her."
He smirked as he sat back thinking. "I think we will see more of Alaina's parents around...I'm almost sure of it...I don't mind, they are good people." He smiled looking at Schemer. "Oh...we are a couple now...you know, boy friend girl friend, hold hands...I won't kiss and tell though." He smirked as his dad...he knew this would probably send him into a stroke or something.
He looked at Adrianna and shook his head. "Look...they aren't gonna let me take Alaina out to Maui if I asked...movies...probably not either. Why? They hate my father...and well...they don't trust me...I don't know why, all I did was kidnap their kid." He sighed and shook his head. "Why don't you not talk to them ok...or father...just lemme live my life."
He looked over his shoulder at them both. "Ever think that maybe not scheming once in awhile might be a good idea...you already have all the money in the world...by the time you have time to enjoy it your both gonna be old and wrinkled and shriveled up...hell pops is halfway there."
He pointed to his dad then looked at Adrianna. "Don't call my girlfriend's parents until you two have a functional marriage that doesn't involve disappointment and crime...I'm not dating Alaina for a power trip...just cause I like her." He headed out of the room and was gonna head out, maybe he'd take his bi weekly vacation a week earlier.
The founder and leader of the clique is not pleased with the latter over recent events which led to a playoff loss to the Patriots arch rival New York Jets. In the rectory....he awaits the arrival of the football genius.*
Adrianna. Would you be so kind as to show mister Belichick in....needless to say....he and I have something to discuss.
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"Of course darling..." She can't help but shudder, still seeing the old man to be pope's body, knowing her darling's mind is inside, that, and the lack of sex it has caused...now that she was wanting it again now that she wasn't pregnant.
She eases from her seat and moves to the door, opening it slowly to make sure it was Belichick, and motions for him to come in, her eyes giving a warning that her darling was not pleased...even in her own amusement of seeing him upset.
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*Belichick was led inside..his head lowered...knowing a lengthy tongue lashing was forthcoming. Once inside...belichick took a seat and the Schemer rose from his own. He stepped around the desk...and rather than speak....he lifted his omniblaster....disguised as wooden cane...and swatted Belichick across the head...knocking him out of his chair...to the floor.*
Dunce!! Clod!!!! Can't you do anything right!!! What must I do get results!! I give you a robot version of Tom Brady to help you out so he won't be hurt again. I give you inside information on the other teams game plans through my telepathy...to take the place of the extra filming you were denied after spygate. I give you money...resources...and what do I get in return??!! Another first round playoff loss!!!
*He took his cane and began beating the man with it.* You failed me!!! Lost again!! Six years without a super bowl title you useless bastard!! And you lose to a team based in New Jersey!!! New Jersey!!!! I'll kill you for that!!!
*He continued to beat the man...prepared lost in the emotion of the moment.*
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She leans back against the door and just watches. "Darling...he is mortal. Are you intending on killing him? That would just mean that you have to replace him...try not to be the Jerry Jones of the Patriots. How many coaches do you have to go through to get a winning team?"
She shakes her head slowly, then walks back across the room to get herself a bit more sacrimental wine.
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*Hard core's words brought him back to a sense of reality. She was right...he could not kill him. But that did not mean he would go unpunished.*
Of course darling. You're right. *He stepped away from Belichick...and saw the man bleeding from his cheek...and holding his ribs. Still not punishment enough for his liking.*
I won't kill you...but you're going to learn not to fail me again. I want a super bowl next year!! You have six draft picks in the first three rounds. Make them count...and develop this team into a champion again. Do I make myself clear you spineless milksop!!
*He turned to Hard Core who was sipping is wine again. She could finish this for him. He had a scheme to plot.*
Darling....pick mister Belichick up...and drag him out of my sight, please. Then....break a couple of his bones. The left leg....and his thumb....the right one. Then call an ambulance for him.
No!!! *Belichick protested.*
Oh yes...you're about to be the victim of a hit and run old boy. And I will place a telepathic command in your head...preventing you from saying otherwise.
*He turned back to Hard Core.* Please my dear....take him away.
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She finishes off her glass of wine before she sets it back down and moves to Belichick. "Come on, coach..." She grabs his hand and jerks him upward sharply and drags him from the room and out towards his car.
It had to look like a hit and run afterall, so she throws him against his car to crack a few more ribs. Then she moves to the car and slams her fist against it to leave a solid enough blow to force the airbag to deploy. She kicks the front in a bit more to crack the raditator, then walks back over to Belichick and puts him in the driver's seat.
"Night night." She taps a nerve on him to knock him out, then simply dials the police to report seeing a hit & run, involving someone who looks like a football coach.
She gives the car a shove so that it moves a bit farther away from the church before she comes back in, dusting herself off a bit.
She walks back into the cardinal's chambers and pours herself more wine to take the edge off and sits back down.
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*The Schemer...content that his love would take care of situation concerning the cretin coach....turned his attention elsewhere. namely....ryker's island where at that moment...a prison riot was taking place.
As Hard Core returned...he put on a live feed of events taking place as Hard Core returned.*
All taken care of with mister Belichick I assume?? *He nodded...not waiting for an answer. There was no need. Hard Core was his lover and field general of the clique for a reason. unlike some of his people....she never let him down.*
Now...on to more pressing business. The riot at Ryker's island. My doing of course. I electronically overrode the computerized locking devices on the cells...allowing the prisoners their freedom.
*He lit a turkish cigar at this point...and settled back into his chair. In doing so he was obviously awaiting her to ask why. Thus....he would be given the opening for one of his famed pompous speeches.*
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"Emergency responders should be arriving soon enough to take care of him. He'll need a new car. Sadly, some irresponsible people just leave the scene when something bad happens." She sips her wine before glancing at the TV, raising a brow as she watches the events...one a network that was not hers.
"Honestly, Darling, if you're going to cause chaos, let me know ahead of time so my people can get there first." She continues watching villains trying to escape from the prison...and then the appearance of Adaptoid and some girl with a pair of dogs.
"Are you trying to lure someone out of hiding, dear?"
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*He chuckled at her response concerning Belichick.* Yes...sadly. Makes you wonder about the moral fiber of this world of ours. Hit and run. Such a disgrace.
*He paused a moment...ignoring her comment about her news agency getting the scoop. He would rather have his toenails removed forecefully than give that cursed star reporter of her's a chance to further her career. Of course...he did not tell his beloved that.*
An oversight on my part...do forgive me. But on to the matter at hand. *He paused again...carefully choosing his words...for the pompous speech was a thing of beauty. It was his nom du crime....so to speak. And after all....what was crime without a modus operandi. The joker had his jokes....the riddler his riddles...and he had his pompous speeches.*
No no my dear...you see thanks to that clod Rocket during the recent incident at that Maple leafs/Bruins game....batman witnessed clique activity in Toronto. Though a mere human....Batman is a brillant and dangerous foe. Indeed...his sheer persistance makes him my most dangerous opponent. Thus...I made this little bit of mayham. I'm planning something similar at Arkham.
It serves a duel purpose. Not only will it cause the superhero community to be distracted from this area while we wait for the current pope to meet his maker...but it also proves Clique activity is present elsewhere. You will note...Syphon, Blindside and firebug....all being seen amid the riot. The adaptoid, Jay2 and others will spot them...and know I am behind the riots. And thus...they will believe I am in that vicinity rather than here.
*He puffed his cigar...a long satisfying drag...then exhaled. After knocking his ash into a desktop tray...he continued...prepared to end his speech with a flourish.*
And with luck...a few of those attempting to quell the riots will be slain. For it is as Brett said in his immortal play 'three penny opera'. 'And if the -superhero- population.....greets us with indignation..we'll chop'em to bits because we like our hamburgers raw.
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"Ahhhhhhhh, though, wouldn't the adaptoid notice your presence lacking. Syphon may not be the best assault leader...hopefully the heroes won't notice me not being there."
She watchs the girl and her dogs quickly dispatching a few of the villains, while the adaptoid continues to blunder his way through the event.
"Who is she? Is that the little pest that was bothering us a year ago or so. The one that stole the EMP generator?"
It couldn't be, the girl hadn't aged...at all.
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He walked in after the long speech, he looked at his father and Adrianna, a smile on his face as he smoothed out his suit. "Hey guys, did I miss anything while I was gone to Maui?" He smirked stepping in and leaning against the wall.
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Ahhh....and there in lies the genius of my....er...scheme my dear. You see...you are going to be there. I'm going to have spectre teleport you to the arkham facility shortly....where you can do...well....what you best. Cause mayhem. *He thought a moment then changed his tune...as it were.* Make that what you do second best. *He offered up a wink...and moved the conversation along.*
The girl is jay 2. A creation of the warehouse founder and leader. She's not human..or a mutant. She's an android with living engrams of a person impressed upon her. At least that's my surmise. I suspect she's an adaptoid as well.
*He was going to say more....but then they were interupted by the presence of his son.*
You missed a great deal, my son. I'll fill you in later. But for now...you and Adrianna have a date...in gotham. namely...Arkham asylum. We're going to break out the most deadly criminals in gotham.
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"Oh good...we get to go into an asylum full of people that probably love me as much as they love Batman." She chuckles softly, looking to her son and smiles a bit.
"How was the beach?" She finishes her third, maybe fourth glass of wine for the day and stands up, figuring that Spectre wasn't going to hesitate very long to send them to Arkham...though, she didn't have her mask with her. Spectre could get that for her, too.
"Chaos and mayhem...the usual order of the day."
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He smiled at Adrianna and laughed. "Oh it was great...relaxing, totally enjoyed the warm air and the crashing of the waves in the ocean. The sand was nice...honestly there wasn't anything crazy that happened. There wasn't any fights or explosions, no guns shots."
He looked off to the side thinking. "I have an amazing time...I took someone with me too...kinda nice to get away from all the wild things that happen on the day to day. I can honestly say that it was one of the nicest weeks of my life...my secret to a good vacation is having LOTUS pick where I go...and just following his instructions on what type of clothing to bring."
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Oh please my dear. *He said between puffs on his cigar.* Who in Arkham could cause you harm?? the Joker, Ridder, Scarecrow, Clayface, Poison Oakey..or whatever her name is....the mad hatter. Minor leaguers from the bats rogue's gallery. But it will keep him...and his justice league cohorts busy recapturing them instead of sniffing around canada. This is one scheme I don't intend to see fail!!
*As he spoke...Adrianna and his son spoke his vacation. The Schemer..doing as Adrianna had suggested and paid attention. She felt his son's occational attempts to disrupt his schemes was rebellion. His way of fighting back against a father who was more concerned with his latest schemes than his own son.*
I'm glad you enjoyed yourself my son....I....*He paused when he mentioned that he had brought someone along.*
Who might that be, my son?? Not that Code blue cretin I trust. I thought that relationship was long and thankfully over.
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"Still, they do tend to hold a grudge against my more legitimate persona, not to mention Cynthia. You may not like her, but she is my friend...and our children's godmother. They may go after her or myself."
She looks between husband and son, then stretches a bit. "So...disrupting the Bat to keep him out of your ever receding hair. I did have reports run about one demon's attempt at attacking you, Rome seemed to stir a bit. Eventually, I'll give my attack so you can prove your potent popancy."
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He smirked as he looked at his father and then smiled at Arianna. "Oh, I kidnapped Alaina...took her with me for the week. We had alot of fun, spent some good time together. She enjoyed the beach and the food. The hotel was amazing pops." He smirked at his father...yup, the daughter of Heatseeker and Arctic.
"I'd tell you she told me to tell you hello...but she didn't." He smiled and pulled out his cellphone, checking his text messages. "ZOMG..." He said texting away then hit send and shut the screen off sliding it back into his pocket. "The seafood was amazing and so was the beach!"
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*He narrowed his eyes at Adrianna's remarks. the fact Cythia was godmother to their children....and the comment about the receding hairline left him cold. But he did not make mention of them. The cardinal had high blood pressure. He needed to remain as calm as possible in this body. When he did respond....it concerned Terror inc.*
Those supernatural simpletons attacked me...and right in front of canadian press. I turned the situation to my advantage....and made it seem as those demons from hell were after me. The fool have all but secured my ascension to the papal pulpit!!!
*He was about to say more...when his son interjected. What he said caused the Schemer to choke on his cigar.*
Oh...nice well I'm glad you had a good time with your new....
*Choke, gag, spew, Choke.* Arctic and Heatseekers daughter!! Have you blown you lid!!! You kidnapped her!!!
*He looked to Hardcore....knowing this was not good news. Heatseeker...as his name implied was a hothead...and Arctic was still addicted to power enhancing drugs he had supplied her with. She was powerful enough to freeze niagara falls.*
This is all we need!!! d**n it...if those two start poking into this....the whole scheme could unravel!!!
--
She didn't have to be a telepath to see her darling's annoyance at things she said, though, it did show he was respecting her by staying out of her mind as the receding hair was more commentary about the considerably older, more decrepit body he currently possessed.
"You kidnapped Boomer? You could have just asked her parents..." She was a bit jealous of the pair, getting to lead somewhat normal lives in a moderate retirement...getting to spend time with their daughter, when not kidnapped by some boy.
"Maybe I should talk to them..."
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He smiled as his looked at his father. "Oh it was great...I'm sure they are ok. While I was in Maui, I gave them a text to let them know that I was in a hot tub with their daughter in the hotel room in Maui..." He smirked as he looked at his father. "I'm sure they will steam each other out fire and ice and all that..." He laughed as he thought about it all. "Alaina...she so cute...I just can't get enough of her."
"In the next day or two I might kidnap her for another vacation. Man when I pulled up in LOTUS and hit her with the capturing net in the front yard, with her parents watching me do it, then drive off and fly off...man, I could see the sun in that man's eyes...it was kinda funny...I don't hate the guy...I just wanna see his daughter you know? Alaina's mother seems pretty cool about me seeing her."
He smirked as he sat back thinking. "I think we will see more of Alaina's parents around...I'm almost sure of it...I don't mind, they are good people." He smiled looking at Schemer. "Oh...we are a couple now...you know, boy friend girl friend, hold hands...I won't kiss and tell though." He smirked as his dad...he knew this would probably send him into a stroke or something.
He looked at Adrianna and shook his head. "Look...they aren't gonna let me take Alaina out to Maui if I asked...movies...probably not either. Why? They hate my father...and well...they don't trust me...I don't know why, all I did was kidnap their kid." He sighed and shook his head. "Why don't you not talk to them ok...or father...just lemme live my life."
He looked over his shoulder at them both. "Ever think that maybe not scheming once in awhile might be a good idea...you already have all the money in the world...by the time you have time to enjoy it your both gonna be old and wrinkled and shriveled up...hell pops is halfway there."
He pointed to his dad then looked at Adrianna. "Don't call my girlfriend's parents until you two have a functional marriage that doesn't involve disappointment and crime...I'm not dating Alaina for a power trip...just cause I like her." He headed out of the room and was gonna head out, maybe he'd take his bi weekly vacation a week earlier.