A meeting of villanous minds

[thalassino]

Who: Head Nurse ~Medica~, Kurloz, Bro, Shirley, Laharl, Grimmjow, Yotsuba, Renge, and Kanaya
When: So late at night that it's morning, 7/15 (7/16 technically)
Where: A secret lair that stands where the church used to be
Status: Semi-open

["Medica" (as the Head Nurse is now calling herself) waits in the church-turned-lair for all the selected villains to make their undoubtedly flashy entrances. She seems as cool and collected as ever, though if one takes a very close look at her there is something just a little different.

Perhaps she's a wee bit excited.

The lair itself seems to be a bit of a catch-all, containing all the things a good villain might need. Creepy monitors overlooking the city, doomsday devices, eerie labs, a place to keep hostages, places to store loot and anything else the enterprising evil-doers can think up. There seems to be a section tailored to each villain. Clearly, Medica intends to work together.]



((Consider this as a bit of an IC mingle for the villains to meet and greet! After all, there's no badge identifying good and evil. Time to make alliances! Heroes are welcome to try and sneak in if they dare, but they definitely aren't invited...))

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Meeting

[thalassino]

[thalassino]

[Once everyone has assembled she smiles brightly to her guests, motioning for them to sit at the long table with her. There are no round tables here, she's clearly in charge.]

Welcome, everyone. I am sure you're wondering just what this fuss is about, so I will get right to the point. There's been a shockingly large increase in the number of pesky heroes in our dear city, hasn't there? As much as I think we might all prefer working solo, I believe it might do us some good to... collaborate.

[jagermeister]

...You gotta be shittin' me.

<sub>[When he found the letter waiting in his temporary hideout, Grimmjow had been skeptical. Skeptical, but still curious enough to at least check it out. It hadn't taken him long to find the building and slip inside without causing too much attention in his panther form, because let's be real; a massive white panther isn't exactly common, especially in an underwater city.

Once he had scoped out the place, he returned to his human form and made himself presentable before making his way to the meeting room. Perhaps it was habit formed out of attenting the meetings for Las Noches, or perhaps it was simple curiosity that made him claim a seat closest to the mysterious woman. Regardless, he was already balancing the chair on it's back legs as he kept his gaze focused on her.]</sub>

I want fuckin' answers about this place first. Why 'm I here? What the fuck do you want outta me? Why should I "collaborate" with you people? Huh?

[zipperlips]

[When Kurloz had arrived, he had come in just on the edge of being late and interrupting the meeting. He had settled down, without hesitation, in whatever free chair he could find, no matter how close or far it was from Medica. Apparently bored, he had leaned back in his chair and started drumming his fingers against the table.

He did stop the tapping when the Head Nurse stopped talking, but it was closely followed with a roll of his eyes in Grimmjow's direction, and a shrug directed toward Medica. It's not hard to tell that he doesn't really care.]

[sylphauxiliatrix]

[Kanaya, of course, arrives fashionably late and with quite the flashy entrance. First, a fog machine releases a small cloud under the entrance door. Thumping music comes seemingly from nowhere. The door opens, and a flood light and laser show fill the smoke cloud, before a series of models come in wearing a strange collection of outfits. They enter one at a time, walking halfway into the room, turing with a pose, and walk back out before the next model enters. After all five have finished their runway walk, The Fashionista arrives, wearing her own odd clothing. She walks in and takes a bow.]

The Fashionista and her cohort, Clover, have arrived.

[She'll take a seat down on one end, saving room for her younger ally.]

[fourleafed]

[Compared to Kanaya's entrance, Yotsuba's isn't nearly as flashy. She basically just runs into the room and scrambles up into the chair next to Kanaya. She doesn't even introduce herself until she's already sitting, and even then she does so by banging her fists on the table to get everyone's attention. Because that's totally what people do at seekrit meetings.]

I'm Clover, and I'm here! Where's the reports?

[Because there's always stacks of papers during serious movies too.]

[stridercentric]

[From the other end of the table comes a light scoff from the dude who's been sitting there all along. His entrance had been quiet, subtle and timely. Dressed in a neat black suit with matching stylish sunglasses, his surroundings are leaving with a rather deadpan expression on his face. He listened to Medica's words, he found Grimmjow's questions pointless and considered the Fashionista's entrance to be a waste of resources. For a guy who's got a ventriloquist puppet hanging over his shoulder, he's pretty damn serious.

Time is money and when you're short on funds for your evil inventions, you're short on time. That's just how it is. These people are lucky he managed to find an opening in his agenda to attend this meeting. In contrast to his lineface, the puppet is leering at everyone with a wide, permanent, awful smirk. When its mouth opens, it speaks in a haunting, high-pitched tone. The sound's not even coming from its owner, it's coming from inside the puppet itself. Mind controlled voice boxes are a wonderful thing.]

"What is this, a business meeting or a kindergarten class?"

General Mingle

[thalassino]

[shirleyhopeful]

[When Shirley first heard about this meeting, she had no reason as to why she should bother with nonsense as these. This was just wasting her time and she could be doing something like.

Even so, she was curious as to what this would lead to. However, she spent most of the time in the background somewhere...]

[stridercentric]

[Sup background villain. Meet another background villain. Both the Puppet Master and his loud-mouthed puppet companion have been relatively quiet during the meeting, speaking only when it was deemed necessary. Now that everything's said and done, he's striding idly through the lair, inspecting the different sections. Lil Cal isn't hanging from his shoulder anymore, the puppet's walking on its own by his side. It's an awkward sort of trot, but you can't blame the little guy for having puppet limbs.

As they pass by Shirley, his gaze falls on her for a moment. Most of the other villains were very easy to read, but he's not sure what to make of this girl. What's her deal? What's the cut of her jib? He just doesn't know.]

[shirleyhopeful]

[Before Bro could make her way toward her, she was looking at the others with indifference. She wasn't too sure why she was working with them and she wishes to have no contact with them either. However, she didn't have much of a choice. She wants to learn more about this world and how to make use of it.

This place would be a haven for her people. They would be able to live by the water and be at peace...

But then she noticed someone was staring at her. ]

Yes, is there something you want?

[stridercentric]

Nope, not really. [He crosses his arms over his chest, still peering at her, and by his side, Lil Cal does the same. It's not the Puppet Master who speaks next, but his companion.]

"Just checkin' out our new associates. Don't get your wonderbra in a twist!"

[shirleyhopeful]

[She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. The idea of a puppet wasn't too shocking but when it spoke, she couldn't help herself. Her eyes widen before looking back at Bro.]

...Excuse me?

[stridercentric]

[Well. If Shirley's that surprised, clearly his reputation still hasn't spread far enough. There needs to be a day when everyone is familiar with the Puppet Master and what he can do. Who knows? Maybe the alliance with the other villains will help him get to that point.]

We're gonna be working together, right? This whole thing won't work if I don't know what I'm working with.

[zipperlips]

[There's no point in coming to an axis of evil meeting without at least sizing up the competition and picking out a few people to eventually double-cross. So, for all of Kurloz's apparent disinterest during the actual talking part, now that there's time to hang around and talk one-on-one, he apparently has no problem approaching the other gathered menaces to society, tapping them on the shoulder to get their attention, and giving a little wave of greeting.]

[420]

[Gamzee is here because... well, Kurloz is here. He is his plus one, his entourage, his far too valuable tool that can't be left alone.

All of which Gamzee is blissfully unawares of. Kurloz is his bro, his very good bro, and if Kurloz brought him along that is cause Kurloz wanted him to come hang out with his other bros, maybe make some new friends.

Right now he is sitting idly on the floor of the old church, waiting for Kurloz to finish shooting the wicked shit with his bros. An opened bottle of faygo stands to his side, and his long fingered wings are cupped around a moth. A very dead looking moth, all tattered wings and broken antenna. But despite how dead it looks it still moves, crawling jerkily over Gamzee's fingers, beating its wings frantically, while Gamzee watches with lazy fascination. He just ain't all as good at putting the miracles all up inside of those dead husks like his bro is. Can't bring back nothing big, can't even all bring it back right, but a miracle is a miracle, even if ain't one of those shining bright ones like Kurloz does.

For now he just waits patiently for his brother to finish, but if anyone lingers close enough for long enough they might find themselves accosted by a dopey, dead clown, offering a shitty soda.]

[zipperlips]

[Well, Kurloz certainly wants Gamzee to make new friends. There's nothing wrong with being underestimated because of your dopey dead bro. It makes it more likely that he'll get the chance to let Gamzee actually keep those friends, in the form of more minions.

In a pause between "speaking" with the other villains, he looks around the church, and eventually sets eyes on his undead helper, and rather than leave Gamzee to his own devices, decides to approach. When he's close, he crouches down to prod at the wings of Gamzee's revived moth, adding to the damage at the edges.

And then he smiles. It's not exactly the most pleasant smile, with a face decorated like his, but it's a proud one, in some twisted way, and it's directed at Gamzee.]

[420]

[Gamzee'd dig some new bros. Up. Dig up some new bros. Haha necromancy humor.

Gamzee takes the smile as just a smile, reading none of the unpleasantness in it. Kurloz was his brother, his family. There was no reason to distrust him. Weren't it for his bro, he wouldn't all be around no more, he wouldn't have been to possessing this new miracle life now. Which was reason enough for Gamzee to completely and utterly trust Kurloz, going along with everything he wishes.

The more Gamzee's attention settles on Kurloz, the more the moth in his hands slowly witters again, its torn wings beating very slowly, sluggishly. He's just really no good anymore at this necromancy thing. But it was a small price to pay for the miracle of a second lease one life.]

Hey man, you done shooting the wicked shit with your new bros?

[zipperlips]

[Groan, Gamzee. Long, drawn-out zombie groan. That was bad.

Kurloz prods the moth on his own, pushing the wings into a little frenzied flutter that doesn't do anything except make the moth flop around in Gamzee's hands. He isn't about to pretend it's his brother's doing, but he sees nothing wrong with keeping the moth in its second life a little while longer.

Rather than nodding a yes as an answer, Kurloz gives Gamzee the double pistols and a wink. He's done most of the shooting he cares to.]

[420]

Met any cool new bros?

[Sometimes they do make new friends, friends that sometimes suddenly disappear, sometimes turn up in their ranks to serve as Kurloz's tools for a while before having their souls released all for the purpose of to be bringing on the Vast Joke itself. Gamzee, honestly, doesn't question it. Kurloz is his bro. What kinda brother are you if you up and question your own family's ways? Kurloz has always been the smart one of them, the one to guide them all to where the gods need them to go at. And Gamzee is more than chill with following that.]

[cephalopodcounselor]

[Rose has been quietly observing the meeting from a distance. As Bro's minion, she was rarely far from him. She's decided that most of the villains here are nothing short of laughable.

Despite how intently she's been paying attention to everything, she looks bored and disinterested.]

[stridercentric]

[Once the meeting's over, the Puppet Master will stride over to his minion. After what happened with Dirk and Davesprite, he's not entirely trusting of her anymore. If the cloning sequence itself was somehow to blame for their betrayal, the same fault could lie in Rose. Even so, he values her opinion. She's yet to set a single toe out of line and until she does, all he can do is observe her behavior.

Cal is still slung over his shoulder, his head turning to face Rose as Bro draws closer to her.]

What do you think? Are any of these mooks really worth our time? ["Our time" being not just his own and Rose's, but the puppets' as well.]

[cephalopodcounselor]

[Bro probably shouldn't put too much trust into Rose. While she wouldn't betray him by any overt means, there was always the chance that should she become dissatisfied with her position as a minion that she might defect and work for her own goals. But for now the situation was mutually beneficial.]

A few of them seem promising. Unfortunately the rest of them would serve better as puppets than self-sufficient beings.

[stridercentric]

I was thinking the exact same thing. [It's always a little amusing when Rose's opinion is the same as his own. Maybe she really was the better of the clones. Or maybe she just knows how to read him.]

It's never too late for a bit of manipulation.

[cephalopodcounselor]

[Or perhaps she knows how to read him because she's the better clone? The world may never know.]

Nor is it ever too early for it.