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Post by Kat Cheshire on Mar 11, 2011 21:53:42 GMT -5
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font] It was over.
Or at least they thought that is was.
As Ms. Eve La'Quinn led the progression towards the great doors of the conference room, the flames in the hearth of the fireplace blazed, before vanishing as though someone had stifled them completely. A second's wait and there was a burst of bright light, which illuminated the room eerily. Crackling slowly now, in the pit of the fire, were flames of a furious purple. A hissing laughter sounded around the high-roofed suite, all of the other candles extinguishing, the smoke rising slowly in a thin, almost snake-like coil through the air. A bolt of lightning seared around the enclosed space, sealing off the exit before anyone could slip past quickly. This was the darkest magic at it's best. It had to be, to keep this small gathering of "baddies" confined like pigs in a pen. And that was exactly how She had wanted it.
Appearing, at first as just a half-moon shape - pearly and skeletal in the darkness - a pair of bright green eyes glinted through the shadows afterwards. The crescent was a grin, broad and terrifying. Eventually, the rest of the being began to appear - piece by piece, until the figure of the young woman had materialized before the small gathering. Her boot-clad legs dangled lazily over the arm of the high-backed chair seated solitarily at the top of the table. It was like a throne of sorts, and the hostess had arrived.
"Leaving so soon? I think not."
Her cat-like gaze pierced through that of her guests, and she remained seated foremost, in a luxurious manner, observing each individual with a hint of something; was it malice? Or amusement? Her wide-spread grin stayed intact throughout her sweeping assessment, even as she swung her legs around to sit properly at the head of the oak table.
"Sit."
It wasn't a question. She curled her finger around the air seductively, her magic ensnaring them and luring them back to their places at the feasting table. Her appearance innocent, she blinked and raised her hand, a champagne flute appearing in her hand - the pinkish liquid inside fizzing to the top - as several others appeared in front of the invitees.
"To you", she toasted, her tone silky smooth, the gleam in her eyes making her "innocent" smile seem far more sinister than it should have been. "For proving what every single being in this world has already known about villains for many a year now; that you are pathetic."
The last word escaped her pert lips with an icy hiss, her expression now one of sheer disappointment and venom. Lots WORDSWannabe Villains > TAGGEDSee Pic OUTFITtemplate by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal technique CREDITRAWRR! NOTES [/color][/font][/RIGHT]
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Berns
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"If you say one 'fire' joke, I swear I'll punch you in the face."[Mo0:5]
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Post by Berns on Mar 12, 2011 13:34:14 GMT -5
B A B Y I F Y O U S T R I P, Y O U C A N G E T A T I P ' c a u s e i l i k e y o u j u s t t h e w a y y o u a r e . ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Bernard made his way to the casino just like he was told to. He wasn't the type to actually follow around orders, but considering the circumstances, he was sort of indebted to her. He figured that he could just do her one favor and she'd stop dangling the 'I set you free' card over his head. Heck, if given the chance, he wouldn't be here at all. He'd be over there at the outskirts, watching the rice fields burn a melodic red, the glowing embers matching the purple and orange hues spread out by the sunset. It was always fun being in the country.
He stepped inside the doors, ignoring the looks given to him by some of the patrons of the place. Well, how was he supposed to know he needed to wear a coat and tie to the damn thing?! He stared back at the others, glaring at them, causing the on-lookers to move their eyes away and turn back to their own business. Berns continued to walk, casually swiping a hundred dollar chip from one of the distracted men playing blackjack. He twirled it in between his fingers, before a soft sizzling sound started becoming more audible. The chip slowly lost it's own form, melting in the man's hand. He shook it away from him, causing the melted plastic to fall against the marble tiles of the casino.
Well, so far so good. He watched as the other by standers, engrossed by their rather seemingly amazing stroke of luck. Sure, one guy was up a couple of thousand in his Texas Hold'Em game. And this old lady, well, she'd collected a bunch of coins from the slot machines. Unfortunately for them, their luck would soon run out.
Berns brought his hand up parallel to his chest and studied it for a moment, almost lost in thought. He took his fingers and snapped thrice, at first rather softly, until it became increasingly louder. As he snapped a third time, a bright red glow began to emanate from his fingertips, before it turned into flames. As his whole hand became engulfed in fire, he then gave a random stranger a pat on the back, causing the unsuspecting gambler to burst up in flames.
An echo of screams followed, together with the panic-stricken faces of everyone in the casino. People began to run towards the exit in a hurry, and Berns couldn't comprehend why they all decided to leave. It was just fire. He grazed his fingers across the card tables, causing it to instantly erupt in flames.
The entire floor area was in chaos. People were either running to head outside the casino or running to put the fire on their clothes out. It was rather amusing, and Berns couldn't help but grin to himself. He inhaled a long breath, taking in the entire surroundings. "Man, I love this smell." He began to head towards the elevator, suddenly remembering where he had to go. It was too bad, really, considering he was still having so much fun. Hopefully, the upstairs would prove to be more amusing.
So this was made for villains and counts at a bunch ofwords. My muse is the TITAN FOUR and i'm dancing to the lyrics THE WAY I ARE ~ TIMBERLAND. I just wanted to say that it's getting hot in here. Credits to ECLIPSEY'S OF CAUTION 2.0 STEAL THIS AND I'LL COME AFTER YOU WITH MY BLACK BELT! [/blockquote][/center][/font][/size]
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Post by Dante Hades on Mar 12, 2011 14:47:12 GMT -5
Dante raised his brow as Scar licked the blood-stained knife gripped in his hand. The drug baron just stared at the other man, appearing to be listening as he spoke of his brother. After the first few seconds, Dante began to feel bored and without further ado, the man raised his hand and shook his head in an attempt to silence the other.
"Hey, I didn't ask for a life story. You're boring me now."
He took another swig of Scotch, just as the delightful Ursula appeared before the gathering. His expression lightened slightly as he took in her womanly...charms? Oh yes, he and Ursula went way back. Before silly little meetings like this one were necessary, and when he first ruled the underworld of Faraway with an iron fist. He was handsome back then - top of his game - and she too, well, there was no woman in league with Ursula. Even the enchanting Eve couldn't hold a flame to Ursula's beautiful wickeness. She was on her way to becoming his queen, though there was only one other person who stood in the way back then.
And right now, Hades was bitterly reminded of that fact.
Watching as the elegant woman ran her hand lithely across the cheek of his old nemesis Florence Claude, Hades could feel the vein in his temple pulsing, his boiling-beneath-the-surface temper threatening to give way. He remained composed however, regardless of the struggle, his eyes never leaving the two. When Ursula finally left the priest's side, allowing the man the opportunity to attempt to leave, Hades was instantly smug again as his partner in schmoozing took hold of his arm amiably.
"Nobody knows", he responded to her question, amused by her tale of how she got the invitation. "However, I think it's clear that She has something up her sleeve. I have the feeling it has something to do with the last meeting. When was that, twenty years ago?"
He caught the young woman's eye briefly in time to catch her mouthed insult. He let it roll off the back of him instead of reacting, giving a playful wink. Then he looked on as the others began to argue amongst themselves about staying or leaving, before in turn, heading towards the doors. He exchanged a brief glance with Ursula before leading her to join the others.
"How about we grab some cocktails before you head off to meet with Calie?"
He awaited his answer, and instead was greeted with a fuss as the small crowd halted at the doors - unable to exit. The lights flickered out, shrowding the room in darkness, and creating a sense of confusion amongst the villains. It was only when the purple flames appeared, dancing spookily in the hearth, that Hades began to twig what this meant. She, after all, was the queen of dramatic entrances. Eyeing the smile which had appeared out of nowhere, and which eventually spawned the rest of Her body parts, Hades stared at Kat Cheshire with intrigue.
Her voice was commanding, and he felt his body move against it's own free will, carrying him over to a seat at the table, where he was joined by the rest of them. As she toasted them, he raised his brows questioningly. When the word "pathetic" rolled off her tongue with malicious intent, Hades felt his blood boil again.
"And what makes you say that?", he felt himself say, his voice shaking slightly, threatening to crack as he eyed her dubiously; he hated anyone undermining him. Even if she was the Devil, and admittedly, she was the only being in Faraway that could silence him good and well.
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Post by Soren Renault (Scar) on Mar 13, 2011 21:26:55 GMT -5
Scar sat there, smirking. Not because he thought he wasn't pathetic. It's because he knew he was merely a disposable instrument to Kat. This magic terrified him, all magic terrified him. He never minded physical pain, on the contrary, he loved it. Magic however frightened him, merely for one reason. He never knew how to fight it. Scar knew precisely how to use his environment and body to win a fight when out strengthed, but against magic, against an art that fluxes reality, he was no match.
Scar remembered how Kat helped him in years past. She did a small request, but an important one. He asked he to create an ID card that would allow him passage throughout the building in which Murdok worked. He would never trust one of the employees there to sell him a valid ID. This allowed Scar to execute the watchful eyes of his brother. She freed Scar and released him onto the world.
He looked at the goddess of chaos sitting before him. Scar felt something he hasn't felt in years. Intimated. Yet he took pleasure in it. Yes, this intimation is what he should strive to achieve in the world. He turned his head away and looked at the table. This fear he felt. It was so new, so pure, so heated! He knew his adrenaline was beginning to spike, his eyes widened, and he smiled a crazed grin.
"And what makes you say that?"
Oh how wonderful it felt to hear a powerful man tremble! The "Lord of the Underworld" trembling like a cornered puppy. He's barking, but his tail is in between his shaking legs.
Scar's burning heart scorched with excitement. His fiery soul was aflame with the same venomous violet intensity as the fireplace. Scar chuckled malevolently. He took off his top hat, his jacket, and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing seemingly hundreds of scars across his chest and abs. It was hot, and he wanted to take in all of this hellfire. The scars appeared to be breathing in the heat and intensity his lungs were so priveliged to take in. Some so much, that some wounds reopened and began pouring blood, staining his shirt. The scar through his eye reponed, releasing the crimson passion upon his hell-lit face. His eyes widened further from the shock, or rather, the pleasure of the opening wounds. This was his heaven, their hell!
The blood-drenched dreams, the stained halls bearing the words "Be Prepared, his brother's murder and countless other men and women's souls all at his own hands; all in panticipation of this moment. This is what he was preparing for. This is what he was living for!
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Post by Rev.Fr. Florence Claude on Mar 16, 2011 11:55:20 GMT -5
Florence was unsure as to why he wasn't able to get out of the room. It was probably just static that shocked him. Maybe it was one of the horrible sorcerer's in the room with him. He couldn't really tell for sure, but he knew that there was something that didn't want him to get out. It was just his natural intuition telling him, and spitefully, he just let it go. He made no move to head back to his seat. Instead, he just remained standing there, by the door. As he turned to face the group, the street magician waved some food all on the table, and the Reverend rolled his eyes, scoffing. He would rather die than taste the food prepared by the villainous creature sitting over there near him.
Everyone seemed to be getting extremely irritated with the waiting. Naturally, who wouldn't? Most of them had some more important things to attend to. His, more especially, would be more important than whatever the others would be doing. It wasn't like anyone else in the room did any form of real work. Most of them would just lounge about in their own filth, waiting for someone else to do their dirty work. It was rather despicable. Amidst his thoughts, he stared down everyone else, not caring whether or not they looked back. He wanted them to know that they were despicable beings. It didn't take long for them to realize that it really was all a waste. As they all began to head towards the door, he caught sight of Ursula, the fine specimen of a woman, talking with evil incarnate himself, Dante Hades. From the looks of it, he was still at his old games, trying to win her over with his charm. Not to say that it didn't work. Quite the contrary, it worked rather well. Florence rolled his eyes, as the group began making their way towards the door.
Suddenly, the lights began to flicker, and a chill filled the room. The priest exchanged looks with the others, testing to see their own reactions. He, himself, was rather calm about everything, until a mischievous grin appeared out of nowhere, followed by the rest of a body emerging from purple wisps of smoke. The priests jaw dropped. He had heard of such stories about the demon, but he had never actually seen her. Just her mere presence got Reverend Claude's inside twisting around. Soon, he felt an invisible force pull him back towards his seat. He slammed against the back rest, landing with a loud oomph and before he knew it, all of them were seated, ensnared by the witches magic. Now, here she was, and she was giving them a monologue, saying something about how disappointed she was at how they were acting. It was just too much for the priest to handle.
"How many times do I have to tell this room? Clearly, there has been a misunderstanding. I am in no way, and I will never be, affiliated with these rotten bunch of unbelievers. Especially those scum," he exploded, pointing his lips over at the two magicians as he spoke the last part bitterly.
It was then when the man in the top hat removed his shirt, showing off his scars, that things got odd. The wounds on the scars began to open, causing blood to drip out of the once healed wounds. He nudged in the seat, trying to break free, but it was all to no avail. Her magic was just too powerful for him.
"I demand you let me out, now," he called again, throwing one last attempt to reason with the devil.
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Eve La'Quinn
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Just one bite. What could it hurt?[Mo0:0]
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Post by Eve La'Quinn on Mar 22, 2011 9:12:02 GMT -5
EVERYONE THINKS THAT I HAVE IT ALLC A S T L E W A L L SBUT IT'S SO E M P T Y LIVING BEHIND THESE
Things were happening so fast that before Eve even knew what was going on, she found herself magically bound to the chair she had previously occupied. All that she caught sight of was a flash of purple and a rather wicked grin beaming from the head of the table. She should have guessed it would be her. If it wasn't the devil herself. She struggled to break free from her bounds, but naturally, it was a lost cause. She watched as a glass of champagne appeared before her and everyone else, as though mocking them. She rolled her eyes, rather indifferent whether or not the devil caught her doing so.
Eve feared the girl, definitely. But that didn't mean she didn't despise her. And the fact that she was rubbing in their face that they were powerless? Well, that tick ed her off even more. The woman gritted her teeth, biting her tongue from exploding in outrage. The accusations of this cat woman was frustrating, to say the least. Clearly, she didn't know what it was that they were doing. Perhaps the others were pathetic, but her? Eve La'Quinn was not pathetic. And if she got out alive from the night, then she would definitely make sure to prove it to her.
"Surely, you don't think I'm an embarrassment? I have perfectly been fine, doing my own thing, in my own time," she excused, giving justifications to her actions. It was true. She refused to take her accusation that she was pathetic. Clearly, she had no sense of standards if she thought Eve was pathetic.
The witch glanced over to the others, trying to gauge their reactions, checking to see whether fear was something present. It wasn't the case for the famous drug lord, Hades. In fact, he seemed rather complacent and challenging. It was only natural for him to pretend that he wasn't bothered, even if he was. Then, there was that priest who began whining again, exclaiming that he didn't belong here. Clearly, he didn't. No self-respecting person would be as much of a whiner as he was. Then, the man in the top hat started the most disturbing thing she had ever seen. Trying to hold back her lunch from spewing out her mouth, she looked away, focusing her attention elsewhere. It was at that moment that she felt something was different. Like there was a different aura to the entire place. He cast a glance over to the elevator, then back at the others.
"Something's off..." she spoke, her tone now more serious. She just had that gut feel, and she was hoping that it was wrong.
THIS POST GOES OUT TO the villains AND IT JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE unfinished! THERE ARE ABOUT a bunch of WORDS SO THAT SHOULD BE GOOD. I JUST HAPPEN TO BE WEARING that red dress in the picture up there. LIKE THIS SONG TOO? IT'S CASTLE WALLS BY T.I. FEATURING CHRISTINA AGUILERA. OH! BEFORE I FORGET, I WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT this thing is epic. :3. CREDIT FOR THIS TEMPLATE GOES TO BUNNYA! OF CAUTION 2.0!.
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Berns
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"If you say one 'fire' joke, I swear I'll punch you in the face."[Mo0:5]
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Post by Berns on Mar 26, 2011 22:49:53 GMT -5
B A B Y I F Y O U S T R I P, Y O U C A N G E T A T I P ' c a u s e i l i k e y o u j u s t t h e w a y y o u a r e . ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Berns stood outside the elevator, waiting for it to finally open. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty-five. Forty. Two minutes. Berns stood rather impatiently, extremely annoyed at how the elevator was taking too long. Goddamnit, he didn't want to take the stairs. Sure, it was only a couple of floors, but why the hell did they even bother with an elevator if it would be that slow. Ignoring the screams from the scene behind him, he cleared his throat and rubbed his palms together.
At first, he moved it slowly, rubbing his palms together, like what people normally do when keeping themselves warm. But as he continued, he began to pick up the pace. It was as though someone was rubbing two sticks together, trying to make a fire. The sound of two rough surfaces being meshed together arose, and then he suddenly stopped. Berns looked at his palms as they glowed a light shade of red before slamming his palms on to the elevator door. The glow slowly moved from his hands towards the sliding doors, seemingly seeping into the elevator while he held on to it. In a couple of seconds, a large bang erupted, and the door exploded into pieces, leaving the shaft open. He flicked his fingers, causing an ember to fly off from him unto the ropes that held the elevator in place. Slowly, the fire ate threw the rope, causing it to snap. That would teach them to keep him waiting. As more screams echoed, making their way to his indifferent ears, he walked away, opening the door that led to the staircase. Looks like he was going to have to take the long way up. He never had the patience for anything, and this made him boil inside. Which was probably something that Kat would find extremely entertaining when he arrived upstairs. Mumbling to himself, annoyed, he began climbing the stairs, taking it two steps at a time.
So this was made for villains and counts at a bunch ofwords. My muse is the TITAN FOUR and i'm dancing to the lyrics THE WAY I ARE ~ TIMBERLAND. I just wanted to say that it's getting hot in here. Credits to ECLIPSEY'S OF CAUTION 2.0 STEAL THIS AND I'LL COME AFTER YOU WITH MY BLACK BELT! [/blockquote][/center][/font][/size]
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Christina Hartman
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Get on your knees if you want to reach the top.[Mo0:5]
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Post by Christina Hartman on Mar 30, 2011 14:00:06 GMT -5
we fold like icicles on paper shelves it's a pity to appear this way
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! This was absolutely unacceptable! She was sprinting around, shouting orders at her security, and trying to help clear the customers from the Casino. Not that she actually gave a damn whether they lived or died, but, really. Not only did she have a reputation to maintain, but dead men spend no money. The casino had been doing so well lately... She'd be damned if she was going to lose it now. A fire could be handled. Hopefully. "You!" she barked at a random employee, a slender blonde woman who seemed to be frozen in place in sheer terror, "either make yourself useful, or get the hell out!" The woman seemed to weigh her options, eyes widening as she realized who was speaking to her, before running off into the back room. Presumably to find something helpful. It was good to know that even in situations like these, she would still hold such influence over her staff.
The woman would be better off dying in the blaze than if Christina managed to track her down for fleeing anyways...quicker, and much less painful.
Continuing on, she heard through the radio that the police were on their way. Which would have been a relief, were they competent enough to handle the situation. Hissing back through the comm lines, she instructed the rest of her security to focus on getting the fires put out. Striding over to the outer wall, she pulled down the red switch activating the sprinklers for the main floor, positively livid that no one else had thought to do it. By now, they were too late to put the fires out...but hopefully the spread would be stopped. Or slowed at the very least.
Now, the problem she had to deal with was the fact that the sprinkler systems for each floor were independent. And clearly, her tech supervisor was doing a fucking brilliant job at making a mess of things. Gritting her teeth, she shoved her way roughly through the mob of idiots still standing around screaming, catching sight of what she could only assume used to be one of her customers, writhing around on the ground, flesh being slowly melted away by the flames licking at his body.
Through the garbled panic going on in the radio channel -- apparently a member of her security staff was on fire...she could only hope his radio was destroyed by the heat sooner rather than later -- she was hearing the impossible. Were she to believe the broken ramblings of her staff, and the occasional panicked babbling of a casino patron, the fires had been started by a single man, with nothing but his bare hands. In other words, a Titan. A nearby explosion gave her a jolt, throwing her, and anyone else who had been anywhere near the elevators to the ground. A shard of the what had once been the elevator had struck her, leaving a sizable gash in her side, but missing anything vital, luckily. From where she lay, she could she the man in question, the only one that had been entirely unscathed by the small explosion, jogging up the stairs, heading towards the next level.
Somehow, she got the feeling that this day was not going to end well.
For anyone here.
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[/b] not enoughLYRICS?![/b] a violent yet flammable world - au revoir simoneOUTFIT?![/b] --NOTES?![/b] Sorry, Kat, for crashing your partyTAG?![/b] the invitees of the crashed partyCREDIT?![/b] template by two birds. of caution![/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]
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Jenson Delampe
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A snake, am I? Perhaps you'd like to see how sss-snake-like I can be.[Mo0:0]
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Post by Jenson Delampe on Mar 30, 2011 15:30:59 GMT -5
Jenson honestly had never been this confused in his life, other than the Tower of Babel stunt of course. That might have been a little too much, but that wasn't the point. So many emotions flowed through his body as he sat in his chair. He was angry at the lack of respect his fellow "villains" had for him. He hesitated to even use the title for the pathetic mortals in the room. He looked around at them, wanting to choke the life out of them for undermiming him and his power. They honestly had no idea who they were talking to. He just crossed his legs and grinned. Jenson was also worried. Why was Kat taking so long when this was her meeting, right? He was about five minutes away from flipping his hair and vanishing away. If there was one thing Jenson hated most was when his precious time was wasted. He could have been doing better things than sitting in this room with a bunch of wannabes looking like a marionette puppet. Lastly, Jenson was afraid. Not afraid of the people in the room. He wasn't even afraid of Kat herself right now. He was afraid of what she had planned, if she even did have something planned. So far, it was beginning to look like this was a big trick or set up and Jenson was not happy. When Eve La' Quinn, head bitch of them all, decided to leave, he stayed in his seat. No point to be next to the inferiors. Their mere presence made his body shiver with disgust.
Suddenly, he felt a jolt of dark energy surge through him. Something was off. The sound of that familiar menacing laugh made him smile a little. Finally, the party could start. He looked as the villains still tried to get out, only to be stopped by a dark lightning bolt blocking the entrance. He grinned at her when she ensnared the group. This was perfect. She definitely knew how to make a scene. As he attempted to stand to give the fabulous woman a hug and a kiss on her cheek, he felt as if he was restrained as well. Eyes wandering to her then back to his seat, he tried again but to no avail. Oh hell no, this was not happening. Something was definitely wrong with this. We are about to speak but she made a toast. Shrugging, he went with it and grabbed his drink. As he was about to place the glass to his lip, he froze. Did Kat just call him pathetic? Did she really just categorize himself with these mongrels? Looking around, he wanted to laugh as Hades and Frollo tried to reason with her. They were worthless and didn't deserve to be in Kat's presence.
"Kat, dear. There must be some kind of misunderstanding. Why am I being ridiculed with this lot of inferiors? Especially Mr. Religious Pedophile over there?!"
He tried to get out of his seat once more but it still failed. This stress was not good for his skin. He was so confused! As if it was instantaneous, his thought process completely changed. He eyed the red queen, looking at the elevator as well. Something was here. Something powerful. The energy was clashing with his own. He looked at Kat again, a slightly worried look in his eyes. "Kat, darling. Is there something you aren't telling us? Someone else is coming. Who is it?" He continued to look at the elevator. No. Not elevator. Staircase. He could sense a wave of panic under his feet as the casino patrons screamed. Shit. This wasn't gonna end good. At all...
Words: 628 Tagged: Villains Notes: I really do apologize about the wait...but here it is!
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