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

[stridercentric]

[He sees that scowl. He sees it and he doesn't like it.]

Only in the wrong hands. That's precisely why people like us are better off running the world.

[Cal nods wisely, then adds:] "Chumps who use machines to wreck shit are better off on the bottom of the pyramid, doll! It's the real geniuses who've gotta be on top!"

[shirleyhopeful]

[But still, she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow]

Well, then I wouldn't want you to be in my world. Those types of things aren't exactly what I would call being in the right hands.

[She's starting to hate that doll with each passing second.]

[stridercentric]

[Oh oh oh. That remark just lost her every bit of Bro's respect that she'd gained so far. He's starting to get frustrated with her now and it shows in the way Cal snaps at her.]

"Who're you calling things, missy?! You think just because we're made of wood we don't have feelings?! Why I oughta...!"

[As Cal takes a step forward and cracks his 'knuckles', Bro's still just standing there in a calm manner, though his eyebrows have contorted into a bit of a frown.]

This alliance is going to get very fucking strenuous if you keep insulting my henchmen.

[shirleyhopeful]

[Shirley just made a sigh. That was true, she couldn't say much else or else she would have some trouble with this teamwork of theirs. But that didn't matter did it?

After all, all they would do is just hurt one another in the end...]

Yes, you are right but I still don't like it...

[She mumbled to herself but...the idea of giving life so easily to something else...]

[stridercentric]

I get the feel most of us are uncomfortable with the idea of an alliance anyway. But seein' as we all agreed to it, there's no point in bitching and moaning. That's a waste of time and effort.

[Meanwhile, Lil Cal crosses his arms over his chest in a huffy manner and turns away from Shirley.]

[shirleyhopeful]

I know.

[She sighed. There wasn't much else she could do at this point was there?]

Then what do you suppose we do now?