CactusBrawler

And there we go.

((thanks to pious for fixing the image size))

A general email sent to every notable super ground, villain group and even a few private individuals with a myspace or facebook account.

Dear Sir/Madam/Genderless being

My name is Tomb, I’m a very bad super villain, my base is located on La Isla de la Muerte Insólito. I am also the one who killed your <insert lost one here>

Alternatively, my lab of highly lootable custom weapons, expensive gear and super serums, is located on La Isla de la Muerte Insólito.

Tomb

Ps.

Would you like a bigger pen 15?

Midnight High Over Moth Cathedral…

Another jet plane flew dropping leaflets, that read.

Dear Pious Hunter.

My name is Tomb, I probably deserve whatever is coming my way, I’ve killed many people, perhaps I should of chosen a better path, but ultimately my actions were for the greater good.

I’ve created a weapon that will have a massive impact on evil vampires, however they know about the weapon, know where I am. I’m not likely to live through tomorrow, but if you wish to bring me to justice, or prevent the destruction of my only gift to the world, then my lab can be found on La Isla de la Muerte Insólito.

Yours
Tomb

Ps.

I was disappointed to discover your name wasn’t actually Prius Hunter, my hopes of seeing a crime fighting Toyota have been dashed.

Midnight that night, high over Castle Bathory…

The jet plane flew, opening its Bombay doors to drop leaflets over the castle and the surrounding half mile.
The leaflets read as following.

Dear **** ess Lezzy mess Bat *****-y

You’ve been a naughty little tick haven’t you, I asked for money to spare your pathetic parasite species, you haven’t paid up. Therefore tomorrow I intend to release my virus and posion your food source.

But since I’m a sporting lass, I’ll give you one last chance to pay up, or of course try to stop me. My lab is located on a Isla de la Muerte Insólito.

PS

Bring your toys.

PPS

Except Jenga, I ******* hate Jenga.

((Need a couple of posts to set up))

One day ago La Isla de la Muerte Insólito…

From Spetsnaz to Marine core to former security guard, from jumpy newbie to harden veteran, the men and women gathered here today knew how cheap life was, whatever loyalties they once had before, they belonged now to money.
Killers.
Dogs of war.
Mercanaries.

“Ladies, Gentlemen, Tomorrow is likely to be very ******* bloody” a figure strode onto stage to address the thronging crowd.

It was clear that the figure was a little girl, despite her small frame being bulked up by the armoured leathers she was wearing, despite the long cowl she was wearing which flared behind her with every step and despite the Skull mask that hid her face

“The enemy will be coming for me, they will have dirty great boots, but hero and monster alike they are both guilty. They underestimate us, we normal human beings, but no more!” her voice was fierce and she clenched her fist at the end

“Tomorrow they will come, and they will die, they will find every footstep that they will take on this island, will cost them in blood.” Her voice was a declaration of war.

Some of the crowd clapped, others cheered, more stayed silent.

“I won’t lie to you, it will be difficult but you are the best money can buy, you’ve had time to learn the island, you’ve all experienced these kinds of fights, they will be expecting a little girl and her henchmen, they will not be expecting well oiled death aiming for their black hearts, now Ladies, Gentlemen, what say you shall we give them a war?” she asked striding back and forth as she delivered her speech.

This time the crowd were unanimous.

“WAR!”
“Buttered Toast.”

During the 1940-50s the island saw a lot of industrial action, with it being a prime location of the element Insidium, however during the sixties the veins dried up and now the once bustling mining towns are ghost towns, no one has officially lived there since June 16 1966.

Background info about La Isla de la Muerte Insólito

Firstly it is located in a satellite black spot, essentially it is a place where no one has a satellite monitoring the location, this of course makes the area a hot spot for mad scientists, rogue general and the like.

The worlds governments and their agencies are very keen that no disrupts the balance of the area, and thus private companies or individuals who try to use satellite surveillance over the island chain, are very quickly told to stop it. Often pointedly told to do so.

The islands flora and fauna are pretty much entirely poisonous, hence the islands name given by Spanish Privateers, who discovered that even though the island has apple trees, the fruit they produce is quite fatal to humans. A few unique birds and mammals call the island home, though none are bigger than a lema.

I'm up for starting it either tuesday or wednesday, need time to make maps though, and set up cunning plans!

An underground lab, La Isla de la Muerte Insólito, early morning.

The air was thick with the smell of disinfectant, the hospital like smell sharp over the musky scents of cave moulds and wet sand. In front of a large glass tube stands a child, a little girl, she is waring a lab coat and consulting a data pad. Within the tube, floating in a pale blue gel, a large muscular naked man floats, he gives her a thumbs up, and a grin from behind his breathing mask.

She walks away over to a row of computer terminals, typing away, the blue within the tube begins to intensify and glow, she pauses feeling something brush against her cheek, taking a little black key fob from her pocket she clicks it and turns.

“Hello again Brother.” Her voice is cold as she looks over her sibling.

He’s dressed in a black, faintly organic looking armoured suit that either clings to his muscles, or gives the impression that he has them, his head is free of the suit, his perfectly kept blonde hair, his arrogant blue eyes and his dismissive sneer all speak of a man who believes himself untouchable.

“Hello my sweet little sister, it’s taken me ever so long to track you down.” His words were kind, but his tone icy cold.

“You really should have taken the hint brother.” She shook her head

“And you should learn a little respect Sarah” he raised his hand to her

And nothing happened, his eyes expressed a little bafflement, he tried again, and again nothing happened. Sarah started to laugh manically.

“Oh you really shouldn’t of come here, I’ve turned off your powers by the way, set up several psionic disruptors, dreadful little things really, just brains in jars really.” Her eyes were full of a sadistic glee

“I don’t need my powers to teach you your proper placegirl” he began to approach her, eyes cold and expression grim as he flexed his fingers and balled them into fists.

He got to take two steps forward, until there was a whizzing sound and he went stumbling sideways, a rose of flame forming on the side of his head as his hair sets alight, another whizzing sound and he falls the opposite way, flames flickering at his ribs, he coughs and a rush of blood spills out.

“Seriously, are you that arrogant that you thought I would be alone brother? That ******* stupid?” she laughs taking a stop watch from her pocket “I give it a minute until your internal bleeding triggers your suits teleport function, let’s see how fast my friends can make.”

He rose to his feet, looking up wards as something screamed above him, there was a flash of silver claws.

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Several technician’s and lab assistants were in the process of cleaning the laboratory later that day, dropping little shovelfulls of a special chemical powder that ate up blood, while others worked with mops to remove the powder.

A serious faced lead scientist approached Sarah, he had one robotic leg and an extended robotic eye, so he was fairly normal for a mad scientist in that respect. He hands her a data slate, on which four different portraits can be seen.

“These are the possible candidates for the type four power set.” His voice had a slightly eastern European hint to it, like all the best mad scientists do.

“Excellent arrange for them to be read for personal evaluation, say thirteen hundred hours? No… make that fourteen hundred hours, I deserve a longer lunch break today.” She smiled at the scientist as she pockets the slate.
“Miss Tomb, if I may be so bold as to ask why only four of them? We have many suitable candidates so why not raise an army of gloriously powered soldiers!” his voice went extra mad science towards the end, which made Sarah smile.

“You’ve never played Pokémon have you Grunheld? You’ve got to have an Elite Four before the final fight.” She grins and laughs, a mad science laugh which has Grunheld and the other mad scientists’ joining in until soon the whole room is laughing like maniacs

I don't know the situation with the court or nighthunters, but Lucard at least is being pretty open with that knowledge. Seeing as he called Tomb 'the killer of St John's' when he saw her in Pocket D.

I demand darker than that!

A secret location, on a secret island, on a totally secret day (tell a lie it’s a Tuesday).

“Ladies and gentlemen…” the little girl Tomb announced “I have moved us in to the second stage of operation, steal all the vampires money.”

The shadowy room was host to a bunch of rogues, drug dealers, brothel owners and other miscreants, they sat around a long oblong table, at the end of which sat their ‘boss’ Tomb.

“Now things might be a little tough for you, for a few weeks or so.” She says tapping her foot against the table.

“You see I have need for an absolute tonne of money, and thus I have liquated ninety per cent of our assets” she announced glibly.

The room erupted into whispering and accusations, the girl lets her captains argue, her ears ***** as one of them claims they should ‘get rid of the little witch’. No one’s eyes were on here.

BRAT!

Her gun spoke over the arguments, splattering the wall with brains, he’d probably just been angry and not actually plotting against her, but Tomb doesn’t take chances when it comes to rebellion.

“The money will now be used to set up a counter bounty” she smiles over to a heavily moustached man, who just happened to be sitting next to the still warm corpse she had just executed.

“Jolly there can clue you in, I’m not against you guys claiming the bounties yourselves, and the money can be considered yours.” Her offer was generous, a chance for them to pick up money just for themselves.

“Buy yes, where was I. I’ve put out a bounty on the undead, all of the undead, I don’t care if they are heroes, villains or just working saps, they belong dead!” she announced fiercely.

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Around the world the bounty went out, large hard cash sums paid for proof of the destruction of the undead, and a full twenty million dollar bounty on the head of Countess Bathory.

Hmmm, random idea.

Tipped off by the natural cunning of the insane, Tomb liquidizes all her assets and puts out a massive bounty on the 'undead', while letting it be known where she and her lab is?

A battle royal on some hidden island, between bounty hunters/crusaders and the forces of the council?

Plus it would be a sort of reverse of the beginning of open season, with this time the bounty being out on Bathory and her kind, rather than the hunters?

0 for AE
1 for Forum

Right... well what would people prefer.

A thread based RP for people to battle through to get to Tomb.

Or an AE arc/mission followed by ingame RP?

“Torture?” the ‘woman’ asked incredulously.

“Why in the world do you think they were brought here to be tortured?” she shook her head in disbelief.

“We must have massively different views of schools if... ahhhh. I understand, you thought she was a vampire?” she stands and places her hands on her head as the police find their way to the room “Alas I believe we are out of time.”

“Quite wrong in fact my ‘good’ monster, quite wrong indeed.” She smiled “I’m well aware of the outside world, and much more than just a simulation.”

“There was once a foolish, greedy and cruel woman. Now I don’t mean cruel, in the sense that she tortured others, but that she simply didn’t care for them, that she had no empathy. Still she married into money twice, and became quite wealthy indeed.” The woman sat down on her desk, smoothing her dress as she does so.

“Of course when she discovered she had terminal cancer, she became quite concerned with the state of her soul, and so I was made, to replace her and to do good works in her name and image, in the hope that my charitable works might earn her a better afterlife.” She laughs softly

“Of course not being a real person, there are those in the world who I must obey. Rather dreadful this whole business, but at least we can try and teach these young vampires to fit into society.” She sighs with a shake of her head “It’s all rather regrettable.”

“Temper” the woman smirked at Yarg and the detective.

“Don’t go smashing up the furniture dears, or me for that matter” she paused “Though I suppose I count as furniture in a way.”

She laughs softly before continuing.

“Me, I’m nobody, just the echo of a foolish woman. I don’t suppose I have much longer left, even if you don’t ‘kill’ me here, the police will never leave me intact.”

Behind the piano... there was no body just the heavy smell of ozone, and field of static that has the discarded music sheets dancing as they cling to each other or push away. Of the girl there is no sight, aside from a few droplets of blood.

The woman seemed unconcerned by the events around her, she even hummed a little bar of the song. Something strikes her as funny in Yarg’s words, that causes her chuckle knowingly, as if she’s aware of a joke that he isn’t.

The woman laughs, it’s the stereotypical laugh of a rich, evil woman, one hand placed sideways against her mouth as “Dohohohoho!”.

“You really intend to get us for Grave Robbery, and Desecration? The contents of those graves crawled out of the ground themselves. We were merely acting out of a sense of human decency, it would not have been right to leave them to awaken, lost and alone. Here they are safe and looked after, and more importantly they won’t harm others.” She shook her head.

As Hells phones the police, a shudder runs through the woman.

“So it’s to be ending C is it, I suppose that is acceptable.” She says rather mournfully.

“So the monster likes children? What a truly absurd idea, tell me which third rate children’s fantasy did you spring from?” her tone was rather level as she casually cleaned the ridding crop with a handkerchief.