League of Ultimate Villainy

[canorris420]

With a few takers, we now have enough people to get this show started!

Without going into too much detail (since we're here to enjoy ourselves!), all I ask is that you have a read through the details in the OOC thread, keep things at least vaguely realistic, none of this "and suddenly I'ma stuperhero who can't die with lazer nipples and can fly to the moon on my super-robot-kick-ass-zord! lolrofl!" kind of thing, and revel in the wicked plans we shall weave...

Now, on to the Characters! If you want to give your character a brief intro before putting them into action, please feel free to do so. It may well help others decide how their character will interact with yours! Also (and I may have omitted this in the OOC thread), you are more than welcome to have multiple characters. As long as you can keep track of them all, then go nuts!

So, here are my characters:

Sir Vincent Garrison-Kincaid (main character)
Orientation: Evil
Skills: Highly analytical, meticulous and in possession of a dry sense of humour
Appearance:
5'9'', slim build, short black hair and grey/blue eyes. Tends to dress in suits, but will occasionally break the trend for a more suitable outfit. Estimated to be in mid to late 30s, with signs of age showing here and there on his face, and grey streaks through his hair. Default expression appears to be "unamused".
Organisation:
None per-se, but rumoured to have many connections to the criminal under (and over) world, in particular the company of hitmen enjoying a rise in infamy of late. 1 noteable arch-enemy...

Captain Justice
Orientation: Good
Skills: Forthright, honourable, draws strength from his convictions and looks good in spandex
Appearance:
Approx. 6'0'', muscular. No-one has seen his full face due to the costume he wears. Costume is a full head (minus the jaw and mouth) and body all-in-one, predominantly blue with red and white stripes on the legs and arms. Optional cape.
Organisation:
None, but ties to other champions of virtue and justice have been displayed. Enemy to Sir VGK.

Are you sitting comfortably? Good, let's begin...

 

[canorris420]

Commencing evil deeds in 5...4...3...2...1...

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The tv has another new story about how a city-wide crisis was diverted due to the efforts of a group of costumed clowns. It's all I can do to not throw the remote at the screen. However, as a man who prides himself in his composure, I refrain, instead changing the channel to some ludicrous game show hosted by a grinning moron. It can't be healthy to have a face that orange or teeth that shiny...

Switching my focus to the paper in front of me and letting the blare of the tv fade to the background, I take a sip of orange juice while reading through a rather intriguing article detailing how there appears to be more corrpution in high-profile organisations than ever before. Also of note is how there appear to be large-scale battles with the forces of good.

I muse over the situation while taking a mouthful of breakfast. A man can only do so much on an empty stomach, you know. Perhaps it was time to...call a few favours, maybe grease a few squeaky wheels...

Scooping up my plate and glass, I pad to my private chambers. Apart from the wayward sheets, there is barely any sign that someone is living here. Absolute order prevails. It is most comforting. Having already gone through my morning ablutions, I select a simple white shirt and black suit combination. What else could offer such perfect camoflage in a city such as this? Where men and women toil in dull offices, doing dull jobs for dull bosses. I blended right in, it was per-...oh no...the grey is spreading.

Leaning towards the mirror on the wall, I examine the streaks of silver that have taken roost by my temples and had started making their pilgramage towards the back of my head. Some would say it lent me a certain...distinguished quality. I merely thought it made me look old and easily identifiable. With a sigh, I continue to dress, finally shrugging on my jacket. Before heading out I tidy up, taking my dishes to the sink and turning off the tv. Apparently the contestant was too stupid to have succeeded, and was being shown all the glorious tat they could have won. It was delightfully spiteful.

Picking up my phone, I decided to make a call. You can't take on the big things without dealing with the small stuff first...

 

[DeathsKnight]

Allen Brown

Name: Allen "Silencer" Brown
Orientation: Evil
Skills: Stealth, sharpshooting, long distance sniping, adept with bladed weapons
Appearance: 6'2", athletic build, wears a mask that hides the hideous burns of his face, he has blue eyes, wears a black and dark blue suit that fitted with the mask's colors
Organisation: None, free lance, gun for hire

Another day, another contract. Allen looked at the target, a nice looking woman the district attorney, so many contracts out on her, all failed and yet she goes around like somebody whose life is not in danger. He knew better than to shoot through glass, it may look normal, but it might not be.

"Dum te dum, fiddelty hum, come on hun, be a target for my gun"

He heard the car hooting and she walked over to the window, opened it and leaned out to shout down to her current boyfriend. A light squeeze and the M110 SASS coughed it's silenced cough, a 7.62x51mm NATO blew her head open, spattering the window sill with blood, skull fragments and left over brain matter, she pitched forward and fell two storeys onto the hood of her boyfriend's car. Satisfied that she had to be very dead, Allen packed up his rifle and slipped into a trenchcoat. He slipped out of the room, making sure to leave no trace of him being there, then he took the elevator down and slipped out of the back of the building. He cut through the alleyways to his waiting car, he got in and drove off to his hideout, it was then that his telephone rang, he hit the answer button

"Marc's Flowers, how can I help you?"

 

[canorris420]

Expecting the unusual greeting, I smile to myself as I walk;

"Marc, yes, hello. I understand you've just made a delivery for a customer of mine. Excellent news. He was delighted with the colours. Payment will be transferred to your account once we've finished talking. I'll need your artistic flair again soon...details will be sent when available. Thank you"

It was a fairly one sided conversation, but time was money. A lot of contractors that I had hired in the past had charged by the hour...Mr Brown, thankfully, had a much more reasonable pricing plan. Coincidentally, since I was first made aware of him, a lot of the competitors had since closed down. The sudden staff shortage probably didn't help much.

Turning off the street into a lush and verdant park, I spot a quiet bench under a generously leafed tree. To all but the most prudent of watchers, I merely seemed like an office worker finding a convenient place to skive off for an hour or two. Flicking my phone back open, I sweep a few errant strands of hair back from my forehead as I watch a couple of joggers stagger by. Once confident that they had exceeded earshot, I tap another number in...I must remember to contact Samantha soon. I'll need to pull a lot of resources in, and I only have so many hands...

 

[TimberRattler]

Name: Nick "Taipan" Van Owen

Orientation: Evil

Skills: Former Australian Special Air Service Regiment operator.

Appearance: http://www.myuselessknowledge.com/joe/characters/bludd3.gif


Organization: Mercenary

Van Owen surveyed his handiwork and smirked self-satisfactorily. A regular B&S this, he chuckled to himself and changed the magazine in his FAL. Every hut in the tiny African village was aflame. The survivors of the massacre had been arranged in a neat line in the center of the huts. They were on their knees bound hand and foot, with tires around their necks. He grabbed a full Jerry can from the back of the Toyota Hilux. Van Owen laughed aloud as he walked down the line soaking the tires with the petrol it contained. The darkies began crying and begging. They knew what was coming. He struck a match, tossed it, and the pleas became screams. Ah, music to his ears. As he watched the thrashing bodies, the army officer appeared at his shoulder.

"A job well done Mr. Van Owen. You have exceeded your reputation. I am pleased to inform you that the Treasury has already authorized payment to your account in Zurich."

"No worries fella, more'n happy to put in the dirty work you're too chickenshit to do y'self."

The man stood aghast

"This is necessary. We must convince the people the rebels mean them harm, and strengthen the governments image."

With that Van Owen whirled and buried a machete in the side of the officer's neck. The man crumpled, his full of confusion. As his life ebbed away Van Owen explained.

"That's just it y'see? I represent certain interested parties who've payed big bikkies to make sure that doesn't happen. When this lot's mates find yer sorry arse here I reckon you'll have a proper civil war on your hands."

He lit the Ghurka cigar he'd been saving for the occasion. The life of a merc beat being a six bob a day tourist by a bloody mile. No officers, the pay was better, and he got to indulge his less savory inclinations. He whistled to signal the other mercenarys.

"Alright lads, back to the boozer. First shout's mine."

Just then his sat phone beeped. He flipped up the antannae.

"Van Owen"

 

[JayDee27]

That is not a mouse. This is a Mouse.

Mouse ‘Art’ Hastings
Orientation: Neutral Evil
Skills: Photographic memory, high IQ, extremely observant
Appearance: 5'2'', built more petite than thin with slightly paler than normal skin. She dyes her constantly all sort of different colors. Lately it has been a shiny teal blue with black tips, including the bangs. Her eyes are two different colors, one blue and brown (an actual medical condition) and is double jointed. She appears to be in her early twenties… even if her personality is much younger. She always wears a dog collar, with tag, with her name and ‘address’. She also wears a full body black cat suit (gadgets included) when out on a ‘job’. But otherwise, she is wearing small shorts, a turtle neck long sleeved shirt with knee high stripped socks.
Organization: While currently she is on her own, she is always available for hire. Just not for the good guys. Mostly. (She will make an exception to Batman and Iron Man, but that’s only if they are real.)


She had always been a little… odd. From the way she talked, to the way she moved. Her mind moved on completely different wave lengths compared to other people. She saw things in shapes, colors, shadows, but she couldn’t always put the name to it. There was no good nor evil in her world, she usually got the two confused anyway. It was perhaps why, she usually associated herself with less than reputable characters. Sitting in the middle of her flat, her shorts riding up slightly, she crossed her legs and let out a loud sigh.

“Mouse is SO bored,” she whined to the air, falling back, remembering her days at the circus. She had always been busy there. Her mind had always been stimulated by the different people she met. It was perhaps, why, she couldn’t help but find her new world boring. There was not much of excitement. Most of the people who hired her, was boring for her. She could care less about the government. As a matter of fact, she had no papers, no birth certificate. Basically, she wasn’t even alive in the government’s eyes.

That suited her just fine.

Letting out a sigh, she dragged herself to the window’s ledge, enabling her to look out and hang her arms over the small railing. It was then she noticed two apartment buildings away, a body fall. She reached herself over and started to wave, thinking it was a stunt. “Hi Flower Lady!” she called out but watched the woman’s body hit the roof of the car, crushing it. She blinked, tilting her head and looked away, ignoring the sounds of the ground below. It wasn’t that she didn’t care that she just witnessed someone falling, but that her mind wouldn’t dare comprehend it. It was a defense mechanism.

“Mouse should report but… it not Mouse’s business. After it, not Mouse’s friend,” she reasoned with herself, letting out a frustrated sigh. She wanted the man to call again, give her something to do. He started with a V… but she couldn’t seem to remember the name. Ah, it would pop back later. Biting the inside of her cheek, she now let out a growl. “Mouse is bored! Her inventions are finished, her drawings complete. Hacking is all done, alone with the last of her ‘commissions.’ Mouse want something to do!”

She was even considering calling an old enemy of hers, just to trade new back and forth. That was how desperate she was.

 

[JayDee27]

Izabella Carrion
Orientation: Good
Skills: Notable computer skills, fighting skills and gun knowledge
Appearance: 5’6, she is the athletic type, built for running, climbing trees and jumping off buildings. Her hair is usually a bright red with matching green eyes. She is lightly freckled and has a slightly tan skin. She has small scars littering on her body from when she in high school. She had a tattoo on her wrist with a name on it in small script. She wears clothes that are too baggy or three sizes too big on her. She appears to be in her mid twenties. She doesn’t wear a costume as her face is, and quote, ‘Quite commonly forgettable.’
Organization: She and Mouse have always been on opposite ends, but not because of their beliefs, but because that is how it always comes to be. Izzy usually likes to work with people who are stronger than her. She’s the brains, they are the brawn… not that she’d ever tell them.





She kissed her date, promising that she would call him later. Izzy had a hard time when it came to finding the right man for her. She had almost gotten into women, but the man walking away from her had stepped in just in time. She let a goofy smile play on her face. He had been just right. He had a similar intelligence to her, even if he thought her degree in Cryptology was a bit cute. Strange, but cute. The red head hummed to herself as she walked down the street, her red converse making soft noises as it hit the sidewalk. Her black dress ended at mid thigh and had a dancer’s flow to it. Her hand on a thin sweater that covered her arms, which wouldn’t be good to show on a date. And she was still unsure in showing her tattoos. She still blushed when someone complimented them.

The young Texan stretched her arms out high, liking the fact that she had gotten a small but well deserved break. Her attention was all for making up all the times she had been yanked out of bed for Captain… well, she just called him Dude and everything. Well actually, she called him nicknames that she called all of her lovers. They were more sweet than anything else. “I wonder what that darlin’ is doin’,” she talked to herself softly. “I hope he ain’t pullin’ his ‘air out ‘cause I ain’t there.”

Of course, the young female could just as easily hide her accent. She just chose not to. It made people actually pay attention to what she had to say. The female stopped and smiled as she past a bookshop. She knew the owner since she moved here. And he had supplied her with all the books she ever wanted. But how he got his hands on the extremely rare ones… she did not want to know. The owner also knew Mouse, the strange, socially awkward girl a few blocks over. Izzy supposed the girl was an okay sort, she just hung around the bad sort.

And seemed to enjoy that sort of life style. The young woman could only sigh. “I really should’ve taken his offer…”

 

[DeathsKnight]

Allen Brown

Name: Allen "Silencer" Brown
Orientation: Evil
Skills: Stealth, sharpshooting, long distance sniping, adept with bladed weapons
Appearance: 6'2", athletic build, wears a mask that hides the hideous burns of his face, he has blue eyes, wears a black and dark blue suit that fitted with the mask's colors
Organisation: None, free lance, gun for hire

His phone beeped once, stating that the money was received after the call ended, then another beep signaled that the funds was cleared and available, followed by two beeps in succession signaling that 80% the money was payed into his offshore account and the rest into his personal account. Good he hated to hunt down employers who didn't pay him, not for revenge, but to make an example, you don't make use of the Silencer without paying for it. He smiled to himself and now he could afford to buy himself that pretty new .50 sniper rifle, that was the type of fire power that could stop any sort of heroic type, he started chuckling as he thought about the mayhem he could produce with that type of fire power and a concealed position.

He wondered if they will bill his latest kill to him or the mob, he hated the mob, maybe it was time to trim them down to size a bit. He thought about that as he pulled into the spacious garage and parked the car next to his other. He got out and shouldered the bag as he walked towards the stairs that led to his pad above the garage. He wondered how long the call would take to arrive, maybe he should go out and shoot some dogs, he always enjoyed to read about the mad man going around killing "friendly" neighborhood pets

 

[canorris420]

Drawing back from the park, from the non-descript man planning with his contacts across the globe, pulling further away, to the tops of skyscrapes...the view pans, resting on a dot on a white and glass tower, it's occupants none the wiser to the figure standing on it's edge. His arms are crossed, resting against his impressively broad chest. His jaw is set, firm against the harshness of reality, his stance conveying absolute solidity.

Captain stood on his perch high above the city, watching the populace far below. They looked so small, so very fragile.

"They need a champion. Someone to shield them from the wickedness of the world. Someone who will stand for all that is right and good. Someone...like me. I may have lost friends along the way, but they died supporting the cause that tyranny will not be tolerated. I will live on, and bring honour to their memories. Villains, prepare for...Captain Justice!"
"Yeah, why not just yell "SPOOOOOONN!" while you're at it" crackled Captain's earpiece. Crafted by a young woman known to the Captain only as Izzy, the AI residing in Captain's bodysuit had unfortunately been given a personality, and was wont to chipping in at inconvenient moments. It irked Captain greatly, and at times, he longed to ditch the hi-tech suit for something more basic. Drawing a deep breath and sighing heavily, Captain stepped away from the edge, turning towards the roof access point.
"Haven't I told you not to interupt me?" He grumbled, collecting his pack and pulling out a small grappling hook.
"You have...and I promptly ignored you. Anyway, stuff's happening. Some calls are being made that you'll probably find worrying. Also, a woman was shot earlier...quite a mess from what I can gather"
"Any leads?" Captain queried while looping a cable through the holes of the hook, pulling it taught.
"Possibly a sniper, possibly an ex with a grudge. Either way, it was a headshot, followed by a swandive and a 0 point landing. No viable witnesses, just your usual "hurr durr, I was lookin' out and saw duh purty lady fallin'...she was dead, though" kinda thing. I've already put the word out, everyone should be meeting at the hideout in 20 mins"
"Good. Although, watch your VR tongue, you're talking about this city's fair citizens! Now, we're going for a run"

With that, Captain launched the hook towards a nearby antennae, the cable whipping round the base and anchoring the hook against a support. Smiling widely, the Captain turned and ran towards and over the edge of the building.

As Captain Justice powers down the side of the building, much to the shock of the people inside, the view snaps back again, orienting on the park once more...

 

[canorris420]

"Van Owen? Mr Garrison. I understand you are free to accept contractual work? Good. I have a need for a person of your...calibre. Meet me in Linus City this time next week. Full details will be sent closer to the time"

Some would consider my approach to negotiations rather abrupt, but they have never handled mercenaries for extended durations. The majority were deceptively smart, and decidedly unhinged. If you gave them an inch, they would take it and stab you in the neck while your guard was down. Better to give nothing away and stay alive than to give a hint and wind up dead.

I needed to arrange a meeting of the underworld's finest, but for that, I needed assistance. Dialling the one constant contact I have, a smile creeps across my face as the expected answering machine beeps;

"Samantha, it's me. I need you to pull a few of our regulars in. In particular, I'll need to speak with Mouse. Make sure she's in Linus City in 3 days. I'll send more details to you shortly. Meet me in the office. That is all"

Samantha was the one individual I had almost constant contact with since starting my career. Organised, intelligent and discrete, she was everything I needed as a second in command.

Standing up and making my way from the park, I hail a cab and give the address for my rented office space. From there, I would send Samantha the initial details of what I require, as well as a short-list of who I will need to meet with. With careful planning, I could achieve my goals within weeks, provided Captain-bloody-Justice and Friends didn't show up. They would need to be dealt with...

One of the joys about renting is that if you need to leave in a hurry, you can clear out and somone else will be in your place within a week, overwriting any trace of you. Of course, should there be any persistent hangers-on, I had "The Firm", with their endearing ability to dissolve any links...permanently...as backup.

The first pieces were on the board. This game will be the greatest yet...

 

[JayDee27]

Izzy sighed as she got the message from her creation. She supposed it was a good thing that she had given the annoying AI to ‘Captain Justice.’ The Texan laughed softly as she went over to the meeting point, still in her date clothes. Deciding not to change, she took out her cellphone and pressed a few numbers. It rang for a few moments until it beeped. “Hey, Captain Spoon, this is Izzy calling. What’s this about you becoming a woman? Finally decided- oh, sorry hun, I read the message wrong. If that lovely AI is listening, tell ‘er I love ‘er, sugah.”

Oh yes, she did make a great decision in giving the program to him. She still had the blue prints to his suit under her bed. Once all the kinks were worked out, she planned on turning it into a business, making her millions of dollars. They were not cheap to make. But still, she supposed for the male hero, she could turn him into an investment.

“Saving the world, one inch at a time,” she sighed once more, humming a simple tune. She had always stood up for Justice, believing the wrongs should be righted. But she always thought one needed a little bad to in the world. After all, it was the balance of life. She just wanted to rid of those who upset the balance. Pulling a red lock of hair behind her ear, a soft smile taking over her face.

Looking at her watch, she walked faster, verging on jogging to where he wanted her to meet him. Hopefully, everyone else would be there as well.

 

[JayDee27]

The theme of Star Wars played on from the far corner of the room in which Mouse was amusing herself with a random piece of string. Turning her head, she started to crawl on her back toward the phone, reaching a small hand out. After a few more seconds, she flicked it on, keep it a few centimeters from her ear.

“This is MOUSE. What person want from Mouse? Mouse extremely-“

“Mouse, this is Samatha,” the woman said on the other line.

“SamSam?”

“Yes.”

“Hi SamSam. Mouse bored. You have job?”

“Do I ever. I need you to be in Linus City in three days,” she replied. “Think it is possible?”

“Three days… hmm… Mouse can make it. Need anything special?”

“No, not that I know of. But it was from your favorite employer.”

Mouse paused in thinking. While he did give her hard jobs, which she enjoyed, she didn’t like being a pawn. Thinking it over again, she let out a sigh. “Mouse will do it. But money needs to be bigger. Costs a lot more—still missing previous payment.”

“Really? Was it a mix up then?”

“Mouse no care. But tell Favorite Boss, Mouse wants lots and lots of puzzles.”

She then hung up, knowing SamSam would understand and crawled back to her window ledge, still seeing the battered body of the woman who fell. Blinking, she wondered how it happened. Her mind went over what she saw. Her head was off, a hole that shouldn’t be there, her clothes stained and a ring that didn’t belong on her finger, unless it was new.

 

[TimberRattler]

"Of course Mr. Kincaid, no worries. Give my best to Samantha."

Mr. Kincaid had been dodgy on the particulars. That meant a big job. Too big to get blown to buggery by this lot. Pack of brig bunnies and deserters. His train of thought was interrupted by Ganley's whining, nasal voice.

"Oi! Taipan! We off to the rub a dub for a couple of britneys or wot?"

Van Owen kneaded his temples. Stupid pommy bastard.

"Sorry mate, been a change of plans."

In a blur of motion he drew his beloved Browning Hi-Power, turned and dispatched all nine mercs with a well placed shot to the head each. He reholstered and began piling the bodies next to the now deceased officer. He saved Ganley for last, laying him on top. He placed two coins in the man's eyes.

"For the ferryman"

He started to turn away but stopped. He fished two bills of the local currency from a pocket and tossed them on the pile.

"For services rendered"

He pursed his lips and thought for a moment. Then chuckled.

"Ah bloody hell, why not?"

He tossed two more bills on the pile

"If they've got a pub there tell 'em it's my shout and keep a Boag's for me"

That was good for a laugh. A noise behind him caused him to whirl, drawing his pistol. It was just bloody kid.

"Go on ya little blighter, bugger off"

The frightened child just stared.

"Oh for the love of-click, click, bloody click FUCK OFF!"

It wasn't that he had anything against killing children, it just wasn't necessary right this second. He fired in the air and the little darkie scampered away.

"No worries little fella, she'll be apples" he called after the retreating child and climbed in the Hilux and sped away from the carnage.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Daniel Kincaid

Name: Daniel "Peg" Kincaid
Orientation: Evil
Skills: Highly proficient with any thrown object (think Bullseye)
Appearance: 5'8", black chin length hair, usually tucked behind his ears, dark blue eyes, slender built as he spends most of his time traveling parkor-style
Organisation: "The Knives" a brotherhood that came to being back in the Dark Ages, assassins for hire mostly

He was lounging in the hamock set up in one corner of the open plan apartment, he heard the light footsteps as the reached the final two steps and again was glad that he wasn't on "Silencer"'s hitlist. He grinned as he watched Allen Brown take in the disturbance in his apartment, but not quite sure yet what it was.

"Hey pretty boy, been a long time huh?"

He had expected the sigh that followed and the low, grumbled curses as Allen made his way over to his work bench to clean the tools of his trade, before placing it in storage. Daniel knew all of this, because he had been pestering Allen ever since he was in hospital with those burn wounds that had left his face horribly scarred

"So ya not gonna greet your ol' buddy ey?"

He grinned as another few muttered curses came from Allen's direction

"Aw come one, don't be like that"

"Good afternoon Peg, now if you don't have any message, shut the fuck up"

He chuckled

"Or you'll shoot me?"

Allen stopped working and eyed the MAC-10 mounted on the wall, then he sighed and returned to cleaning the rifle he had removed from the bag.

"That thought did occur to me. What do you want Peg"

"Just came to check up on you, make sure you don't get bored and play with matches"

"Fuck you"

Daniel laughed

"Yeah I love you too"

He could see Allen's hand itching to grab hold of the MAC-10 and he knew out of experience that Allen was a dead shot with any type of firearm

"Now now, calm down pretty boy, you know me, just making small talk"

His words received a snort and he watched in fascination as Allen's hands seemed to dance over the gun, stripping, cleaning and assembling it is very short order. No matter how many times he saw it, it still seemed like magic.

"So ya killed another one huh?"

Allen gave him a flat stare

"Would I be cleaning the rifle if I didn't"

"You could've been out target practising..."

Allen cocked the gun

"Why don't you see if you can't make an elusive enough target"

Daniel grinned and hopped from the hammock

"You just don't love me anymore Allen"

The smile that crept over Allen's face seemed a bit cold and very, very deadly

"I'll make sure to put that on your headstone"

Daniel grinned

"Not a chance pretty boy"

He hopped out of the window he had left open, grabbed the window sill, jumped towards the oposite building, slid down the fire escape and as he landed he looked up to find Allen pointing the rifle straight at him. For a moment he panicked, but the click of a hammer landing on nothing made him grin. He gave Allen a wave and sped down the alleyway, jumping over dumpsters, puddles and even the car parked at the end of the alley.

 

[canorris420]

Samantha
Orientation: Evil
Skills: Expert of data collection, liasing and dealing with contacts for Sir VGK
Appearance: Roughly 5'6'', slender with a lightly nipped waist and a modest bosom. Slim, delicate hands and a long neck. A vaguely heart-shaped face with dark green eyes and long dark brown hair, usually clipped up into a loose bun. Glasses usually feature, resting lightly on her nose, giving her plenty of opportunities to glance over the top of them. Most commonly described by her admirers as the videogame character "Bayonetta" with slightly shorter hair, and a business suit.
Organisation:
None, but commonly associated with Sir VGK.

Frowning slightly, Samantha adjusted her glasses while staring at a second the the phone. The conversation with Mouse hadn't quite gone as expected. Usually, Mouse was keen to chat, which at times Samantha enjoyed. There was an inexhaustable exuberance about the girl, as well as a mildly endearing innocence. It made her think of a younger sister. Today, there was a hint of annoyance. No doubt Mouse was engaged in other activities...a girl with her talents for stealth and recon was always being scouted for jobs.

Nevertheless, she'd said she was likely to be there. Booking the flight tickets on her laptop, she forwarded confirmation to Mouse, then turned to the remaining names on her list.

Allen Brown aka "Silencer"
Nick Van Owen
Daniel Kincaid

Samantha had never really encountered Silencer before, only viewing pictures from intelligence reports. With the dark blue and black combination and mask, he certainly seemed every bit the "mysterious figure". From looking at the facts and figures, he had a high success rate with any task assigned to him. No doubt his sharpshooting would be of immense use later on.

Van Owen's name brought the image of a hugely muscular man with an eye patch, moustache and easy laugh...at least when they were in the same room. Well aware of his affections, she had a way to bend him to suit her, and consequently Sir Kincaid's, needs. Still, he was easy to get along with, and a penchant for violence that would have a place later on.

Finally, she rested on Daniel Kincaid. Aware of his skills as an assassin, she wondered whether he had ties to Sir Vincent's own ellusive Firm. Mr Kincaid would certainly come in handy, relatively soon, if Sir Vincent's plan was understood correctly.

Leaving breif messages for all 3, she arranged flight tickets to be sent to secure locations for collection. All that remained was to speak with Sir Vincent for additional briefing.

 

[TimberRattler]

One week later Nick Van Owen sat in the rented conference in Linus City. He'd worn a suit for the occasion to blend in better. Though how well that was working was up for debate as his ever present eye patch and Fu Manchu moustache marked him as more than just another corporate drone going about his business.

He was extremely uncomfortable. The suit was a perfect fit, but he hated wearing it. He tugged absent mindedly at the collar. He hoped Mr. Kincaid would get here soon so they could get the meeting over and he could get changed.

He distracted himself from his discomfort by watching Samantha flit about the room overseeing the goings on. He'd give anything to bed her just once. He rested his chin on his fist drifted into his favorite fantasy involving her to occupy himself until the meeting started.

 

[JayDee27]

Mouse had finally arrived, carrying only on bag of clothes, but two bags of equipment. How she got by security would remain a secret. Closing her eyes for a minute, she walked toward the meeting room, remembering how everything was left in her room. Sheets were perfectly done, three of the twelve bullets were already spent. There was a small stain in the skin, a light ivory color. The room would have to smell of morning coffee. She knew she could go on with the description but didn't want to cloud her mind too much. Looking down at her attire, it was just black shorts (and could almost be considered short shorts), with a matching white tank top. Her hands had on black gloves while her combat boots were two sizes too big. Her hair was in a high pony tail, white mid thigh high socks shaping her thin legs.

And yet, she had easily blended into the ground, even when she added on the black suspenders and backpack. It was also because the young girl acted younger than her age, appearing to be in high school. It had worked out great and she still could remember all the faces that past her by.

Stopping in front of the door, she let out a soft sigh. "Mouse... be nice to Boss," she muttered under her breath once more and slowly pushed opened the door as her eyes landed on the other female. Throwing her backpack into the room, she took off at break neck speed and skidded next to the woman. "Hi SamSam! Mouse got best seat ever! First Class! With nice BIG meal. Fill Mouse up real good!" she started talking a mile a minute. "And then, and then Mouse's room really big. Good for lots and lots of stuff! Mouse no bring Rat though, he is too busy doing Mouse's little works. Although Mouse is happy to be here!"

She put on a bigger smile and wrapped her arms around the woman's waist, for only a moment, before releasing and, pointing toward the man. "He! He not Boss! Where is Boss? Wait... he gun man?"

 

[TimberRattler]

Van Owen snapped out of his reverie when the girl walked in. What was this? Bleeding Girl Scout cookie time? Hmmph, more like Gothic Raver Hooker Scout considering how she was dressed. Still she wasn't bad looking. Too bad she's jailbait boyo. Since they were the only ones there besides Sam he continued to observe her. He eyed the way she moved appreciatively. She looked like she'd be a doozey in the sack. Then she spoke.

"He! He not Boss! Where is Boss? Wait...he gun man?"

He nearly laughed out loud at that one. So she wasn't selling cookies. She was another associate of Mr. K, and she was older than she looked. That meant she was either cracked in the head or more cunning than a dunny rat. Too bloody right mate. Still, no reason he couldn't at least be sociable.

He strolled over and extended his hand.

"Nick Van Owen, freelance paramilitary consultant and itinerant combatant, at your service"

 

[DeathsKnight]

Allen Brown

Name: Allen "Silencer" Brown
Orientation: Evil
Skills: Stealth, sharpshooting, long distance sniping, adept with bladed weapons
Appearance: 6'2", athletic build, wears a mask that hides the hideous burns of his face, he has blue eyes, wears a black and dark blue suit that fitted with the mask's colors
Organisation: None, free lance, gun for hire

He lowered the rifle and started to disassemble it before packing it into the special briefcase, the top of the briefcase housed a laptop, the false bottom housed a high powered rifle, the very same one he was packing into the briefcase at the moment.

"Seems like it's a real nice meeting"

Putting on a hat, pulled low over his face, sunglasses and then turning up the collar of his trench coat, he headed down stairs, time for the meeting was short on hand. Using a side entrance, he slipped the roaming security guards, climbing up the service ladder for the elevator, he parts the doors carefully, making sure all is clear, before climbing out of the shaft and stepping into the corridor. A short walk and he enters the room, with briefcase in hand, taking in the surroundings, he moves over to sit in the corner in a chair which seemed to have been placed there for him.

 

[JayDee27]

"Mouse don't have service..." she tilted her head, putting a finger to her cheek. She then looked at his hand. "Hand is very dirty- never know what hand touched. Mouse don't touch hands." She looked down at her own, then slowly held her hand against his. She didn't touch him, keeping the distance as little as possible before she took it back. "Mouse is Mouse. Very quiet and know everything! Nothing get by Mouse... expect for Rat. But Rat different.”

Rat was her… assistant so to speak. He was on the same level intelligence of her, but rarely ever spoke simply. Either the words were too big and uncommon or what he said was too riddle like. Still, the two got along. He was taking all the jobs she couldn’t do while here. But she never paid him. He had his own section of jobs he was responsible for. Mouse looking at the man, her eyes taking on a glazed look as she started to memorize his face. She could never forget a face, forever. Her mind was an unlimited hard drive. You could store as many things as you wanted and she’d still be able to contain more.

“What kind of name Nick Van Owen? You no look like one,” she stated, putting her hands behind her back. She then wandered to her back pack and picked it up, shrugging a strap over her shoulder. She petted it carefully. “No go through. SamSam can, but only Mouse too. It sensitive and go BOOM!” She moved her hands in an explosion like way. It was almost impossible to get into the bag, just for the reason that it wasn’t hers but Rat’s. He had a thing about random people going through his things and had installed mini bombs and finger print readers. She had to promise him special favors to allow the older woman to be able to open it.

Her eyes tore away from Nick and blinked as she noticed another face. Something about him was… familiar. She couldn’t guess what though. Shrugging, she looked back at Nick, her arms moving out wide. “Mouse saw neighbor fall down. Hole in head, eyes soft. She liked cars a lot, laid down on one. Never got up. Neighbor always brought Mouse flowers and food. Even took Mouse and Rat out to dinner, the movies… just like Date!” Obviously the two didn’t get out much and the young woman had felt bad. She opened her bag and pulled out a file, turning to give it to SamSam.

“Special order!” she replied. “Mouse owe Boss info two days ago. But Mouse too lazy to mail it. It better to give it to SamSam.”

 

[TimberRattler]

This sheila clearly had Roos in the top paddock. For some strange reason that made Van Owen want her even more. Strange because he usually didn't go in for the crazy ones. She just had this energy. She clearly wasn't afraid of him which was always a plus. Some find it hard to look a fella in the eye when he's only got one. Still show restraint, eh mate?

"Well I couldn't say fair dinkum where the family name came from, but Nick is just my mum calls me. Most people just call me Taipan or Taipan Van if you want to fancy it up a bit. It's a type of snake from Australia y'see. That's where I'm from by the way, Australia. Anyhow it's a very dangerous snake. The darkies call it "Plenty bad fella". Most dangerous snake in the world, and I guess that's how others see me. So it sticks. Anyways looks like you ladies have much to discuss. I'll be sure to wash my hands next time we meet Mouse."

And with that he drifted off to raid the mini-bar.

 

[canorris420]

I step quietly into the conference room, spotting Samantha and Mouse conversing quietly, while the man-mountain Mr Van Owen rifles through the mini-bar. Mr Brown has taken root in the farthest corner, seemingly engrossed in his laptop. Either researching or, perhaps more likely, looking at guns. Still, best to start things...

“*ahem* Thank you all for arriving so promptly, although we appear to be missing a Mr Daniel Kincaid. No matter. Please take a seat and we’ll begin”

Taking the seat at the front of the room, next to a large white screen, I glance down at the touch screen embedded in the desk in front of me, tapping a sequence of buttons that had been previously dictated by a contracted techie, which is promptly followed by...nothing. Frowning, I attempt the sequence again, succeeding only in locking the touch screen. Letting out a faint hiss of irritation, I look up to my guests.

“It would appear we are experiencing slight technical difficulties. Bear with me one second...” I lift my phone from inside my jacket, and tap a number in.

“Gavin? It’s me. Remember, I paid you a fairly significant sum to ensure all the tech worked correctly. Imagine my surprise when I try the sequence you told me, and the system has locked up. I am not pleased. Not pleased at all. You can access this room remotely, yes? Good...fix it. You have one chance, use it wisely”

Snapping my phone closed, my face dark and set in a grimace of anger, I smooth my hair back. As I slip my phone back inside my jacket, I push thoughts of extreme violence down. I shall have to visit that individual when matters are not so pressing.

“My apologies...” I smile, “Technology and I are not the best of friends. Now, I believe my assistant Samantha has handed you each a small dossier containing a list of individuals that, with the exception of Mouse’s list, you are required to terminate with extreme prejudice. There is a reason behind this. Allow me to explain”

Glancing down and finding the touch screen unlocked, I access the pre-prepared presentation, the first slide being projected on the screen to my side.

“Don’t worry; this will not be death by slideshow. You see this hierarchy? This shows the political, financial and military branches of our fair world government. As you can expect, there are tremendous gains to be had by gaining control of each branch. My proposition is to supplant the leaders of each branch with...shall we say, persons who have our interests more to heart. Once these people are in place, we can act with immunity from the law, complete with limitless reserves of money and power over hundreds of thousands of underlings. Once our goal is accomplished, to quote many a stereotypical arch-villain...”the world is ours!” Cue many a maniacal laugh. Questions?”

Mr Van Owen raises his hand slightly, looking somewhat concerned.

“Sounds like a big undertaking, mate. I hope the cash is gonna reflect the risk...”

Nodding slightly, I offer a warm smile as I spread my arms.

“Of course, Mr Van Owen! Thanks to previous endeavours, I have the luxury of a large buffer of funds that is readily available should it be required. Also, as I wish to...protect my investments, I have a lab freely accessible, that can and will supply you with any range of tools that you may require throughout your service. In addition, should you require extra hands, then my Firm is but a call away”

Seemingly satisfied, Mr Van Owen nods and sips the large glass of unidentifiable liquid in front of him. I turn back to the screen, my smile disappearing in the cruel light of a blue-screen error. In the corner of my eye, I spot Samantha trying, and failing, to hide a smirk of amusement. Feeling my face flushing crimson, I quickly snap open my phone and redial the techie.

“Gavin? I shall ask this once. What in the blue hell have you done now? Stop gibbering and tell me. Proto-what? Synapse cleansing? Internal Gyro dynamics doing what now? STOP TALKING and LISTEN TO ME!...put the phone on loud speaker...place the phone on the desk, and step back 15 paces. Good” I draw a small remote from another pocket, “Now die”

I press an unmarked button, and a large, but above all wet, explosion is heard on the phone.

“The joys of micro-explosives. Once Gavin has been scraped off the walls, a replacement will be installed. One, hopefully, more competent with IT. I believe the technological side of our feature presentation has been concluded. One item of note; Mouse and her list are the exception, as she will be covering recon for us with the assistance of Samantha. Now, apart from presenting you with some welcome gifts, I do believe this concludes the meeting. Don’t be concerned of covering your tracks, as I had Samantha place a collection of devices around the room that are due to detonate when the next group use this room. Samantha, who did you say was using the room after us?”

“The Chinese Embassy, Sir”

“Ah, so it will look as if someone was targeting them, perhaps some dissatisfied farmers angry at the state of affairs at home...or a group of hardcore radicals. Good, everything is covered. Now, I believe Mr Van Owen has a head start on us, but please help yourself to the mini-bar...”

 

[canorris420]

Captain Justice slipped silently through the doorway to the hideout, the door hissing softly closed and sealing behind him. To look at, you wouldn’t realise a door was there until someone opened it. As Captain turned, he spotted Izabella lounging in one of the seats round the oval table, her legs up on the finely varnished wood.
“Ms Carrion”, I thou-“

“IZZY!” squeaked the AI, causing Captain to wince slightly. He heard a faint beep as the AI transferred to the mainframe within the building, the main screen pinging to life and displaying an animated version of Izabella’s face. It grinned hugely as it chattered away.

“How’d the date go? Didja get some? You gonna see him again?!?”

“Well now, I reckon that’d be telling...” smirked Izzy, teasing the computer. Captain gratefully pulled the earpiece off, tossing in onto the table and taking a seat opposite Izzy.

“He’s on the move” he rumbled, placing his hands on the table in front of him, his fingers locked together as he contemplated the situation. “AI picked up details of a murder a few blocks away, plus some chatter about some of the big guys heading out to Linus City.
This might be something big, Izzy”

“Or, they could all be going on holiday. Ya ever think of that, sugah?”

“I don’t believe that for a second” frowned Captain, “evil never rests until all that is good and right in the world is trampled into so much dust...”

“Yeah, and orphans will cry shoeless in the streets, wives will become widows, husbands widowers, and all the ‘ikkle kittens will have no cheezburgers on which to nom” chimed AI, the anime face rolling it’s eyes. “Seriously, how dull is this guy?”

“Now you play nice. T’ain’t right to kick a fella when he’s low”

“No, but it’s fun” quipped AI, it’s face contracting to a chibi-like version of itself. Captain glanced irritably back at the screen, then to Izzy.

“Where is everyone? Did they not get the message? Is it only I who care so greatly for this fair city, for this great and all-encompassing world?”

“No, everyone cares, but everyone has problems of their own. Last I heard, the guys were stuck overseas dealing with some big crisis in Russia. Government guys are stretched right thin, so they had to stay until it’s all smoothed over”

Acquiescing to the situation, Captain eased himself back, crossing his bulging arms across his chest. His mind raced, trying to think of what Sir Garrison-Kincaid could be doing...

 

[DeathsKnight]

Allen Brown

Name: Allen "Silencer" Brown
Orientation: Evil
Skills: Stealth, sharpshooting, long distance sniping, adept with bladed weapons
Appearance: 6'2", athletic build, wears a mask that hides the hideous burns of his face, he has blue eyes, wears a black and dark blue suit that fitted with the mask's colors
Organisation: None, free lance, gun for hire

Peg was part of this? Why would they need his services? He shrugged and decided that if Peg shows his face and Peg bothered him too much a bullet through a limb would not kill him, but it will hamper his movement a bit. Allen gave a cold grin under his mask and turned his attention back to the laptop screen. If he could hack into the hotel's computer system, he was sure that there was other people who could too, he just hope they did things better than him. He logged back out and closed the laptop, picking up the dossier and looked through the information inside. Soft targets...this didn't smell right, why would he get called all the way here, to get a list of people that he could kill in two days?

"There is one question...I don't see any time line in this dossier and all the people in here could be done by a novice. What is this? Footpads you want dead?"

 

[canorris420]

Sir Vincent Garrison-Kincaid

Minorly surprised at his first utterance since the meeting began, I look up from my folder straight into Silencer's eyes.

"You have, I feel, put your finger on the crux of the matter concerning the "hitlist"...a lot of the targets are small fish in a world-sized pond. However, with removal of these fish, some of the monsters that reside in the murky depths...such as you or even I...are allowed to rise, to claim our rightful place at the surface! To bask in the glorious warmth of our gradually dying Sun, without fear of reprisal or hinderance!"

Calming myself slightly and rising, I pace over to a window offering a panoramic view of Linus City.

"Mr Brown, there are men and women on that list who, for decades, have hindered cities...nations...with their petty ignorance and blind greed. For example, I believe your list details a Prime Minister, a fairly thoroughly guarded one, I might add, who has all but banned the development of science in a neighbouring country. All because they don't believe in the scientific pursuit of knowledge, and that it's too costly. All those brilliant minds...wasted on researching how to best praise some false diety, or how to best apply grease to your favourite pig so you can make it squeal just so..."

I turn, my eyes sweeping the room, "they could be advancing medicine, finding ways to improve our brief, chaotic lives! To shine a beacon of certainty in the relentless dark of doubt! In short, the people on your lists need to be relieved of their lives so that the world may prosper, and this nation...this world...can become a true utopia. I'm aware that may have tinges of madness to it, and you'd be forgiven for that thought"

I pick up a dossier and flip it open, pretending to read it as I regain my composure. The outburst was unplanned, and uncalled for. Most embarrasing.

"As you proceed down the list, the targets will become more difficult to locate and even more difficult to eliminate. As I mentioned, Mouse will be handling recon to give you the clearest picture possible, but the hit is ultimately down to you. I do believe our lab has assembled some equipment that will be beneficial to you, should you wish to trial it. Beware computer equipment supplied by them" I quip, breifly motioning towards the now useless screen.

"So...any further questions?"