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...))

Comments

[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.]

[zipperlips]

[He rolls his eyes a little (no one can see it but Gamzee, fortunately) but shrugs and nods. He’s met people he might work with, and that he hopes to turn into his own minions some day. That’s about the same as meeting cool new bros by Gamzee’s definition.]

[420]

[Gamzee definitely takes it as him having met cool new bros.]

That's good. Maybe we can find some more motherfucker to be showing our miracles at?

[Everybody should know about the miracles, okay. Everybody!]

[zipperlips]

We'll show all these motherfuckers.

[It's safe to say, since none of them can hear it, and even if they could, they probably wouldn't understand what kind of "miracles" they meant, but Kurloz's voice is quiet anyway. Nothing wrong with keeping a private conversation between him and his bro, after all.]

[420]

[By now Gamzee is so used to hearing Kurloz's voice echo in his braincase that he doesn't even question it even more, can't even remember if he questioned it right at the start. His trust in Kurloz is absolute to the point where even his brother's voice whispering directly in his pan can't disrupt it. He responds, alloud. He can, if he concentrates hard enough, think back messages at Kurloz, but concentrating has been plenty hard since he died and his thinkmeats got filled up with a permanent fogginess. For a simple conversation like this it is easier to just speak. Sure it makes it look like Gamzee is just blabbering at a silent as fuck mime, but who cares if Gamzee looks like a fool.]

They'll get their gratitude on to experience it.

[He means that genuinely. These clown miracles are good and proper for everybody, after all. He doesn't think about what if they don't wanna get wrapped up in miracles simply because he cannot imagine that people wouldn't want to lay on miracles like they were a pile of horns.]

[zipperlips]

[Gamzee looking like a fool means he'll be underestimated, and Kurloz has no problem whatsoever with that.]

"Motherfucking certain. They don't know what they been missing." Seriously, being dead is a party. They should know.