LoC War Room

[Drowning Doom]

White Misery sat there as he listened to Positron's orders. Feeling his talents could be used in a better manor, (though the voices from the Black Tear didn't help this notion at all) he would stand and try to catch Positron before he left. "P-Positron, if I may. My talents are not really used for a search and capture...could I have a different assignment?" he asked, though his sudden change of tone wouldn't make it sound much like a question, more of a...stern suggestion.  

[SkyeGear]

Positron approached Nicodemus, re-entering the room shortly after leaving. From his belt, he pulled out an injection needle. "This will take care of the headaches for about a day," he said, "and it'll amplify your powers slightly. The only catch is you'll be addicted, and after a few days of continuous use, it may cause hallucinations. I'd use it sparingly." Just a suggestion. To be honest, Positron wasn't above a little trip now and again, but it wasn't everyone's thing.

Positron turned to White Misery and shrugged. "To be honest, I don't know that I have any other assignments at this time. If you feel you need to stay behind, I won't stop you, but at the moment, I don't have any missions that require your particular talents. But I am working on a huge project at the moment for which you will be crucial. Just hold tight until then."  

[Drowning Doom]

White Misery nodded. "I see." he said, his voice wavering between stern and meek. Come on Ace, we need some action. "O-ok." He said softly looking at Mind Sewer, more speaking to it. With that he stood up ad adjusted his clothes to fit him better. He then started to walk out the door and down the hallway to get outside. He wanted to use his Hearse to get to Kansas, but if anyone else needed a ride, he wouldn't mind changing to his Dirigible.  

[bickz_]

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX⇝⊱ NiCODEMUS ⊰⇝

Feeling Positron's approach and hearing his footsteps, Nicodemus looks to him in time to see his hand shove a long object in her direction looking quite like a pencil. He drops it into the teen's open palm with little attention as he begins to talk. It's not until the girl looks into her palm at the needle and hears the villain's words that she realizes it's like a steroid. At this point, she looks up at him quickly with wide fuchsia eyes, dislike burning in their depths. Her skeletal fingers gently wrap around the drug and she lifts it up to shove back at her leader fiercely or nicely drop it into his welcoming hand, however he chooses.
"B-but, I can't. I-I can't take drugs. Just -- I can't," the teen stammers in a mixture of frustration and anger, her pale face revealing how tired and upset she is getting over this. Intently, Nicodemus looks at Positron with her forehead crinkled, showing her discomfort towards the migrain in her temple and the situation at hand.
Her actions now are quite unlike her earlier skipping and friendly smiles. This might be due to the raging headache making her stumble slightly and see strange spots in her vision, or maybe it's the strange drug Positron has just presented her with. She does admit she owes her humanity to this man after she lost all sense of a meaning in life and dropped to the level of hoodlums with no morals not too long ago, but taking drugs is just too much to ask of this young woman. Not since that time years ago. Not since those scientists changed her life. Not since then. Never.

 

[Brian_The_Elementalist]

An engine roared to life as Zeal turned on of his ill gotten bikes on. He revved the engine of the device a bit smirking at the roaring sound it generated. True with his better senses it was a bit painful but he quickly got used to it. Nodding to himself he put the bike into drive as he shot out of the motor pool in the LoC's main base. The peal of burning rubber as the bike popped a wheelie could be heard through out the garage as the former hero zoomed through the streets on the way to his intended location. With little concern to be placed on speed limits and the like Zeal would be able to get there far faster then would normally be possible by bike.  

[SkyeGear]

"Fair enough," Positron said, taking the needle back and placing it in his belt. "Remember, the offer's always there if you change your mind. Other than that, get moving. Kansas or bust." With that, Positron turned around and started back down the hall.  

[bickz_]

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Sighing after her short conversation with Positron, the young woman lowers her head and leans heavily against the corner of the doorframe. In some ways, Nicodemus is glad that she hadn't take the drugs, but after her headache begins to throb more violently as she attempts to walk down the hall, she starts to regret her decision. Damn. Maybe I should take him up on that offer . . . the teen begins to think to herself, leaning her shoulder against the wall. I mean, it can't be like what those people gave me. No, Positron wouldn't want me to get hurt. I'll have to give him at least an ounce of trust. Just this once. She squeezes her eyes shut in deep thought, battling with herself for less than a minute about the needle and its contents.
"Positron! Wait!" Nicodemus yells down the hallway to him, shoving aside the pain in her temple for this instant. Quickly, she races to catch up with him with her auburn waves flowing wildly behind her.
Once the strange novice reaches him, she takes in a deep breath, pushing back her hair to look up at the man seriously. "I think -- just this once -- that I will try this substance your are offering me. If it does anything undesirable to my mind or body, I swear the results will not be pleasant. And I'm not threatening you, I'm just warning you," the girl tells Positron, her bright eyes showing all the truth in those accent-drenched words she just spoke. But they do hide the small drop of fear she is feeling towards what this villain' response will be.

 

[SkyeGear]

Positron cocked his head. "I warned you as well," he said in a non-intimidating tone. "It may cause hallucinations and addiction after use." He pulled the needle out once more. "You can't blame me for that. But beyond that, I promise it has no other effects." He held the syringe in his outstretched, armored hand.  

[Drowning Doom]

As White Misery walked to the outside world he sighed as he stood just outside the building as a whole. He thought for a moment before nodding. The dirigible sounded like a better idea then the hearse, it would get him there faster. As he stood there he held his pendant close and thought. Once he collected himself he held out his hand and let a single black tear drop from his finger tip. It landed on the ground and expanded to the size of about a car. Then it began to rise and shape into his well known dirigible. As it rose into the air White Misery grabbed hold of a brass bar and put his foot on the foothold of the casket and lifted off with it. He put his hand on it's side and spoke. "To Kansas." he told it. It replied with a low hiss as he turned and began to float its way towards Kansas as told.  

[bickz_]

The girl nods once to Positron to show she understands. Still a little nervous, Nicodemus lets out a breath to calm herself and with a shaky hand she reaches for the needle. Flash backs of the laboratory of long ago and the scientists that tortured her fragile body burn through the teen's mind. Pain surges through her head from the headache she had been so close to forgetting and the ravaging memories, making her squeeze her eyes shut. Nicodemus withdraws her hand from the syringe and instead holds out the inner side of her arm to Positron.
"Please, can you do it? I'll probably end up stabbing myself and puncturing veins and getting infections from it all and crap if I do it," she nearly pleads to the villain, massaging her forehead with other hand.

 

[SkyeGear]

Positron took the needle, and injected it effortlessly. He stored the needle away. "Now go. Hurry."  

[bickz_]

When Positron takes the needle, the girl squeezes her eyes shut and expects the worst pain possible -- like the kind she felt at the laboratory. Though, when Nicodemus feels nothing but a small tickling sensation at the injection sight, she gasps in surprise. Briskly, she looks up at the villain with wide, excited eyes, already feeling the effect of the drug.
"Th-that was completely painless," she states with a large grin, her headache dispersed nearly entirely.
Hearing his stern command, Nicodemus smacks her heels together and stands straight and alertly, like a soldier. Still grinning insanely, the teen salutes Positron stiffly. Then, she nods and relaxes with a little more sincerity than her mocking salute.
Without another word, Nicodemus turns on her heels and sprints down the hallway to room to do a few things: grab a light jacket, change into sturdy Converse, and quickly brush her hair. Taking in a swift deep breath, the redhead closes her eyes gently and thinks of her destination. In several short moments, the girl is enveloped by a deep pink smoke that recurred from nowhere and started at her feet. Another short seconds passes, a light breeze picks up suddenly in the room, and the smoke billows away quickly to reveal nothingness. By now, the young woman is standing on the outskirts of Wichita, Kansas.

 

[Clockwork_Creep]

Alexander had paid little attention to the discussion of drugs and needles. He no longer had any need for such chemicals to cure his ailments. And even if he desired them, such drugs could not effect him, his corpse now twisted into a mockery of life. The undead genius had no time for the affairs of the foolish bleeders. He was a creature of death now, a carrion predator. He craved the flesh of a large corpse. Like that of a dying city.

"So, Positron. What is it you called us here for? I can only tolerate so many delicious bags of flesh in one place before my appetite gets the better of me. Why did you call us here? What is your plan? Or are we here to make one for you?"

His words were venom, spat forth at the feet of the Grand Organizer, he, Positron, who had united them, the broken ones, the lost ones, the angry ones, and rallied them into one voice, screaming "Let us se the world ablaze, now and forevermore!" The man who owned the very tower they stood in. But in another life, this man had been everything Alexander had hated. Cruel, a sadist with no morales and ethics. But that was another life ago. And things change.  

[SkyeGear]

This thread, like many others, is going to be trashed and restarted once we streamline the plot.  

[Clockwork_Creep]

(Alright, my apologies. I just wasn't sure where to post.)