LoC War Room

[SkyeGear]

Inside the Tower, Positron's office sits right on top of the war room, where he makes command decisions and discusses strategy with sociopaths and the generally mentally unstable individuals that compose his army. The room is covered in holographic projectors, causing the walls themselves to come alive with battle simulations with surprising realism. This is where Positron generally comes to conduct meetings.  

[Brian_The_Elementalist]

One would think the former hero would be dragging his feet to get to Positron's War Room. However this was not the case. Maybe it was because he was used to getting to the League of Heroes War Room in a timely manner. However why didn't really matter. It just happened he was the first one in unless of course Positron was already there which Zeal was of course careful to check before entering. He knew Positron knew of his past as a good guy so he was a bit wary that one day the evil mastermind would just have him killed instead of letting him stick around long enough to do the same to Positron.  

[The Raggedy Man]

Cecil walked into the war room, and noticed that one other person was already there. He gave him an upwards nod as a greeting and took his place, waiting for Positron and his allies. He looked around the room. Every time he walked in here, he was amazed at the sheer brilliance of the room. While he was waiting he recalled the time he spent in the army of God, then in the army of Lucifer. 'Good times...', he thought to himself. He did not miss the times he spent in God's army. Being a Fallen Angel had so many perks.  

[Lady Knives]

Exley nodded at Miser in acknowledgment as she walked through the doors of the War Room, immediately inhaling the crisp stench of paper, the leather chairs, and the smell of deadening cologne. Only a true man's domain smelled of himself. She tilted her head to either side, taking a seat at the table with a few spots between her and the villain known as Cecil. He seemed to think he was some sort of fallen angel. 'Oh, what drugs can do to people these days...' She mused inwardly, leaning back into the soft and quite comfortable chair. She had left a seat open to her right for Alexander, and one on her left for Miser if he indeed felt he wanted to sit next to her. Until they both arrived, she would wait for the Bossman to come in and give them the scoop.

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[Drowning Doom]

White Misery trudged in shortly after Iron Maiden. He looked around to see who was already there. As he looked the Black Tear voiced him again. Why take orders Ace? Your the one supposed to give orders. "Just, shush. I know my place, and you know yours." He said quietly before finding a chair far from anyone else. He liked being alone, he could handle being alone, he functioned well alone. But he had a feeling he wasn't going to be alone for long.  

[Clockwork_Creep]

Alexander J. Kriegoff, now known as the Clockwork Creep, entered the war room with as much enthusiasm as a dead possum. The mostly bored, slightly angry expression on his face expressed his default emotional setting, mild irritation. He did not need to look around the room to know where to go, the smells alone were all he needed. The room itself had its own odor, but the undead villain had a hard time dealing with the wrenched stench of the breathers in the room.

One of the breathers, Cecil, the 'angel' made him sick to his stomach. He sat down next to Exley, the mechanical arms of the Deus ex Machina moved the chair for him so he could easily sit down.

"What do you think he's up to? He wouldn't call us all here unless he was planning something. I hope its not another battle. Its such a waste of time battling those idiots. I don't know why he doesn't let me work in the Chemical lab anymore. I've been thinking up something nasty for those breathers."

His voice was very bland and monotone, almost like he was droning on and on. Every so often, you could hear the hate in his voice, only for a split second before the droning returned.  

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Still in her bubbly mood, the young woman skips into the room with a smile on her pink lips that could be translated into a devious grin if paired with the evil glint in her fuchsia eyes. Stopping just within the threshold, Nicodemus notices that many of her fellow villains have already arrived and are seated according to who they are friendly with. Also, she takes note of the strange and loathesome vibes she is feeling radiate from those that lay eyes upon the dark-haired Cecil she had met earlier in the halls. Feeling a little bad for him, the teen decides to put on a bright face and plop down in the chair beside him.
"Hi, Mr. Cecil," she greets him with a big, toothy smile and an exhilarated wave, even though they are only a few feet apart. "Uhm, do you know any of these people??" Nicodemus questions Cecil in a quieter tone, being melodramatically secretive with what she is saying; she glances around at the others in the room and leans closer to the man so he can hear her whisper, all while holding a hand up to shield her lips from prying eyes.
This action could be found quite childish if it weren't for the look in Nicodemus's eyes again . . . A look that would make one immediately think of a lunatic planning on world domination.

 

[The Raggedy Man]

Cecil looked at Nico. "Hey, Nico." He said in a friendly tone. "No. I don't really know anyone here" He replied quietly. He looked at the people in the room. The one known as Zeal, whom had gotten here before Cecil. Cecil didn't know what to think of him yet. Then, there was the Iron Maiden. She slightly intrigued Cecil, and he made a mental note to say hi later. White Misery had come in after Iron Maiden. He looked like a lonely soul to Cecil. Cecil wanted to give him a hug and tell him to cheer up. Then, there was the Clockwork Creep. Cecil got a very strong vibe that he really disliked him. For some unknown reason, Cecil found himself returning those feelings. Then, of course there was Nico. She seemed like a nice person, though a little bit strange in the way she acts like a child, but has the aura of a deranged killer, which Cecil admired. Cecil considered her a friend. He sighed quietly and wondered when Positron would arrive.  

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Giving a small pout, the girl sinks back in her chair. A little bored, she pretends to pay all her attention to the purple buttons on her black dress shirt while she is really trying to probe the mids of those around her to learn about them. The first person she decides to investigate is the man with the long dark hair sitting all alone, Timothy Smith, or Zeal. Just from the quick probe Nicodemus conducts, she is able to sense a complicated past with many changes. Next is the weird-looking couple sicking together. The two have similar mechanically-altered appearances and dark expressions, one by the name of The Clockwork Creep, the other being The Iron Maiden. Also, the young girl determines that they may be fun to annoy due to their serious nature. A random grin makes an appearance on Nicodemus's bright lips at the thought of annoying the two creepers as she continues to play with the buttons on her blouse. Lastly, she looks into the mind of White Misery, a man with white hair and a sad past. He seems like someone that would enjoy being bothered just for the sake of being looked upon.
These few people intrigue Nicodemus, and she can see herself enjoying a good conversation with some of them or even going on an exhilirating killing-spree. Now pumped, the young woman sits up quickly to give Cecil a broad grin. "I think I'm gonna -- !" she begins obnoxiously loud, but stops in the middle of her sentence, a throbbing pain searing through her forehead. This newly-forming headache makes Nicodemus clamp her pale hands over the spot. "Owwwwww," she adds while cringing slightly, rubbing her forehead with a pained expression -- eyes closed and lips pursed.

 

[Brian_The_Elementalist]

((Yay someone tried to read Zeal's mind =D He doesn't like psychics at all.))

Zeal felt a familiar tingle in his mind. His at first rather bland expression soon turned into one of anger and rage. Ever since that mental assault he had sustained while seeking revenge he had harbored a great dislike for psychics and their ilk. Well more of the true psychics then the ones with the crystal balls and stuff. Quickly looking around the room his gaze settled on the girl who suddenly had a headache. His hands clenched tightly into fists as he restrained the violent impulses that were now shooting through his body.

Grabbing his own arm forearm he gritted his teeth as he suddenly snapped the bones in his own arm letting the intense pain flood his body to extinguish the rage he was experiencing. He hissed through his teeth as the only sign of pain however the loud snapping of the bones would alert most to what he had just done. Of course due to his incredible healing factor the bones were already on their way to being fixed up and the pain gradually started to leave him. He turned to face Nicodemus. "If you value your life never read my mind again." His voice was filled with incredible venom and malice. He might have been a former hero but he was slipping into the villainous role quite easily.  

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Still massaging her head, the young girl barely notices the cracking sound made by Zeal. Though, when his overpowering anger burns its way past her painful headache, she blinks a few times and looks up as he speaks to her. For the first time in a while, the usually playful face of Nicodemus turns into the face of a startled child -- eyes wide, jaw slack, and face colourless. Paralyzed by fear, the girl lets her hands hover in the air before her face, relaxed from their earlier job of rubbing the nearly forgotten headache away. If it wasn't for her ability to sense his emotions, the teen probably wouldn't have been so frightened.
A little nervously, she looks away to avoid his glare and instead focuses her watering eyes on the table while letting her head lower, a curtain of auburn strands hiding her expression of terror. "Uh . . . ehm," the terrified woman stutters as her heart threatens to beat its way through her chest.

 

[SkyeGear]

It is at this point that Positron enters the room. His black and red armor glinting in what little light there is. He held himself high; he was a very proud, confident man who wasn't going to let anything get in his way. And though it couldn't be seen through his helmet, he almost always was smiling.

"Good Morning!" he said as he entered. The cheerful nature of his voice was completely masked by his vocal manipulator, making him sound like a malfunctioning robot with a squeaky voice chip. However, his statements quickly turned more serious, the tone of his voice manipulator going low and menacing. "Our intel shows that the heroes are putting some of their best out there in an attempt to patrol the area and take us all down. Strategist has even gone so far as to send out his second-in-command and his Logistician/Counselor."

The screen behind him lit up, displaying photos of Archive and Katran. These two are your targets for today. We'll start with Katran. She's a lygokinetic that can form energy constructs. If her construct is blue, that means it's energy-based, like a laser, plasma ball, etc. If the construct is black, it's solid, like a sword, gun, or staff. On top of that, she's an adept healer. Your job is to get there and abduct her, bringing her back here at all costs. The League will try to resist you at all costs, so be prepared for a battle. Your target is in Kansas, and your Comm Links have the location in them. Don't get lost, but get there quick." Positron made for the door, which opened at his mental command. But just before he stepped outside, he stopped and turned his head. "And by the way, play nice with each other. The last thing I need is you guys ripping each other to shreds...or yourselves for that matter...when we've got the LoTH to contend with. And good luck. I may join you out there if I get a moment."  

[The Raggedy Man]

Cecil smiled widely. Excitment rushed through him. He began to laugh quietly and said "Time to go...". Without further ado, Cecil walked out of the War room, to set off for Kansas  

[Brian_The_Elementalist]

Zeal glanced at Positron when he mentioned the not tearing others apart and merely smirked. As long as the psychics didn't bug him he'd be fine. Unless of course he ended up bumping into the person who killed his friends and family. That person would have to watch their back constantly while Zeal was around. Of course at the moment that didn't matter since he had a mission to do. Capturing Katran. It would be a challenge. Her powers were similar to his in some ways and she certainly had more practice with them then he did. His black cloak swished as he strode out of the war room so that he could travel to Kansas.

His first stop was the motor pool. He had to pick up one of his several shiny blue motorcycles. All of them stolen. He knew it wasn't very heroic like but it didn't really matter at this point. The thefts showed that he was more willing to be a member of the evil team then the good team along with the fact that he was quite a violent little man at this point in time due to the unbridled amounts of rage that resided in his body.  

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The young girl keeps her head down during Positron's speech, but still listens intently to all the information he has to offer. She can feel the excited emotions just radiating from Cecil and Zeal as they leave the room nearly skipping after the short talk that she had suffered waiting for. Though, she should probably be psyched, too, Nicodemus just can't shake the feeling that if she does decide to go along, she will just get in the way. These feelings of doubt have to be brought on by the fact that all the other villains seem to have better control over their powers and don't receive throbbing headaches every time they use their abilities. Just thinking this, the girl brings her trembling fingers up to her forehead where it feels as though she has just hit her head off a concrete wall about a billion times. Standing shakily and leaning on her chair for support, Nicodemus keeps her head down, slowly walking to the hallway while trying not to move to quickly. Once there, she pauses. Lifting and turning her head to look down the hallway, Nicodemus attempts to decide on either going back to her room or heading off to Kansas where this Katran resides that she is supposed to capture. Trying to make this decision makes the young woman weak and her knees begin to wobble, almost unnoticeable to a fleeting glance.