Whirlmeister take the flier and examines it. Its the first time he's seen it, but the details are no surprise. His organisation have been planning this for weeks, the suppliers and vendors are all lined up. He even has representatives from the Marconi Family who want to push their 'wears'. He's not too sure about that but doesn't want to upset a potential customer.
He feels the paper and checks the layout. Its not perfect, but it will do. He actually quite likes the layout and he's sure the paper quality saved money.
"How many of these have you handed out lad?", he asks.
"You're not the police?", the lad replies.
"No i I'm not. How many?" the director snaps back. He's clearly not used to people who answer back.
"This is the second bundle."
Whirlmeister smiles. That means they've handed out atleast 50 so far - the word is out. He turns back to the lad.
"Make sure you don't leave until they're all gone."
The lad looks briefly like he might say something, but then notices Whirlmeisters katana, and falls silent.
** As the last of the guards fell to the onslaught of his men, Mercy Knight reached down and plucked the leaflet that one of many bodies was clutching**
"Ah this is what the others were talking about then.."
**He turned as a blackclad commando approached him with the contents of the banks vault**
"We are done here, destroy the CCTV and rejoin me at the base"
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As dawn rose Whirlmeister reviewed the Venue. Port Oakes seemed perfect with easy access by ferry to both the Cap au Diable Airstrip and to Fort Darwin where apparently Arachnos were still flying in new recruits. In addition the easy sea access Villa Montrose provided ment that certain high powered individuals could be feeried in on their private yachts, but that easy access was also a worry.
He checked his GPs - "Port Oakes (Coordinates 371 130 -2525)" and shrugged. The satellite would pass over several hours before the big event. It wouldn't help them if anything went down after the trade fair had started, but atleast it would give early warning of any traps lying in waiting..besides which they had the place covered from the ground. There aws no way they were going to stop people bringing weapons to the party either, but those same weapons would act as a deterent to anyone mad enough to try and start trouble.
From his vantage point he could see Dark Impetus and Midithorian approaching.. No doubt the aliens advanced sensors had picked him out byu now, despite his best attempts to hide. He often wondered how he would fair against the alien if they did come to blows. He was fairly sure a smoke bomb or two would destract the alien despite his sensors, but given the choice he'd prfer not to find out. He'd seen what the alien's fists could do to plate steal and could only imagine what they could do to his skull. He's loose face if they announced they'd seenthrough his attempts to hide, so he didn't let them. He stepped from the shadows and welcomed them.
"Glad to see my shift is over. Look after the place..its less than a week to the ball."
Impetus nodded and the Alien grunted. robably as much as he'd get from them this early in the morning. He knew Imp resented this particular duty, but he was reliable and alert and thats what mattered. Knowing the venue was in good hands, Whirlmeister headed for home and sleep.
Lunk sits awake in bed, trying to operate his PDA with one hand. Echo lies asleep, clamped around his left arm.
"no point in waking the little lady" he thought to himself.
He scrolls through the list of recent messages. Spam, reminders to pay the rent, NHU asking for help to evacuate families from the rogue isles, and the occasional agent aplication form forwarded from Whirlmeister.
After a few minutes searching, he finds what he was looking for: confirmations of traders for the Mercenaries Ball.
No one particualy important, most of Recluses goons turned down the invitation, but a few gun runners, hitmen and street dealers are better than nothing. And if push comes to shove, Echo might be persuaded to give a talk on torture technique. Even if he didnt agree with her methods (far too messy, and concentrating more on making people suffer than talk), even he can admit she has a knack for it.
"i'll ask her in the morning" he says to himself as he switches off his PDA and places it on the bedside table, and settles back to sleep.
Looking Down at the Crumpled form of the former hero Infernal She eyes a leafleat in his possesion.
Carefully examining it she smiles as a aura of Electrical power crackles around her.
As Infernals EMT activates transporting him away She Vanishs from sight and Begins Laughing Hysterically.
"This weekend Should be entertaining" Tao'Grim Finally Says from the shadows of the Longbow Base.
The sunset glimers across the atlantic ocean, colouring the clouds of dawn with beams of red and orange. The horizon was a sooting artwork, contrary to the dampen heart of this corrupted man.
Every dawn, he would lie on the highest towers of the Arachnos' iron fortress. Only to wake to another day of insanity and pure villainy.
The man rises with the air of a ressurected corpse and stands to his full height; his tall frame blotting the sunlight and casting deadly shadows across the Port. His bright yellow hair cranes forward like fangs from a japanese anime. He is bathed in black silk, with the broken skulls of dead heroes on either shoulders. He wears their bones as a mighty collar, with an iconic waterfall of ink-black silk, draped across his back. The stolen cape flutters in the morning wind, as he walks onto the ledge, ready for his daily chant.
"I am the infamous dark destroyer, loathed for who I am. I cannot see, I cannot feel, and so, I do not fear. I am the prince of illness, emitter of evil. I am the masked menace, a gruesome murderer. The uncanny, caped crusader.. proud Shogan of the Dark. ...My name is Shin'."
Suddenly, from high in the skies, something approaches. It flutters back and forth like a butterfly in the cool summer breeze. Shin' obviously did not see it coming, nor did he hear it. It clapped him across the face, hanging off the spikes he so dangerously chose to wear.
Shin was enraged. Nobody interupts his morning chant! He clasped at the air, swipping for the fluttering sheet of simple print. He clutched at his face, stabbing his hands with his own spikes. Screaming in pain, he staggerd about, eventually falling, landing limply on cold earth.
"Shin, you blind fool. Get off ya ars!"
"Kage! Kage, help me."
"Whats this?" asked Kage, yanking off the leaflet and reading it aloud. "Mercenaries Ball...this is tommorrow! Right here in Port Oaks.. hmm whatever." he said, discarding the crumpled sheet. "Shin! You lazy ol' mute, the Shogans are off to Cap Au Diable, meet us there!" and with that, he sped off.
A ball? Shin thought, climbing to his feet and searching for his fashioned bones. Villains gathering.. sounds like a party.
((so like, what time is this thing? after a year of playing, i'm still not clued up on co-ordinates, heck.. i'm baffled by bearings in general.. whereabouts is this RP spot?.. assuming the meeting will be IC 
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((Its at 8pm (UK time). If you have a look at this thread its got a link to a map of the location and an aerial photo (screen grab) - or you could use the links I just posted here. It will indeed be in character (IC).))
Whirlmeister had always been meticulous but at times like this it could be a real disadvantage. Lack of sleep and excessive amounts of coffee were gettng to him. He felt tired and he knew he was grouchy. He leaned back in his chair, appreciaing the feel and surveyed his office. The usually spotless desk was covered in papers, invoices and letters. He had a half dozen parcels, all unopened and list as long as his arm of things which all needed to be completed before tomorrow evening. As expected the caterers had cancelled, but it probably didnt matter..noone ate at these things and he could still get someone ease at short notice, Demon Djinn apparently had tried to eat one of the security staff which was causing problems with their union and the star sale item looked like it might be arriving late. He reached for his comm unit to check how things were in the field. Atleast things might be okay out there.
"Imp, How are things at the Villa?"
"Same as they were 5 minutes ago, sir. I can handle this. Stop pestering me."
Whirlmeister smiled. He'd heard what Impetus called him behind his back and it wasn't Sir. One of the advantages of being a master of stealth - you knew what everyone thought of you.
"Just keep me updated." he snapped and shut the channel.
He leaned back again and thought about the what needed to be done, the paperwork, the contracts, the people he needed to talk to and quite unintensionally he fell asleep...
Ming the Merciless stands on a balcony overlooking the Alchemical Laboratory in a deep cavern spread out before him. So have you had any orders in yet?
The grim visage of his EVIL ally Screaming Skull turns to him. If he could raise an eyebrow then he would, instead the red bone of his face radiates surprise. I am going to the ball to secure orders, there will no doubt be those of a magical persuasion who require arcane wares.
Ming looks over the product labels somewhat doubtfully. Hmmm
Potions of Pulverising, Amulets of Adversity, Wands of Wickedness
..well I am sure they will mean something to those who have an interest in such things.
Will we be seeing any fruits of your research Ming? Ming shakes his head. Indeed not, some of my research is for EVIL alone, but never outsiders.
The shadows of Screaming Skulls hood play over his face as he considers this. I am somewhat inclined that way myself. But all my products have shall we say, a little something that may be of use to us when dealing with our clients at a later date.
Ming smiles You mean
..?
Some are addictive; others allow me to spy on the individual using them. Screaming Skulls own face breaks out into a ghastly smile.
Their maniacal laughter echoes around the subterranean hall.
Mr Normal causally folds the flier into a paper plane and then launches it into the burning wreckage of a flipped car.
"Interesting..."
*as you pass the entrance of Fort Darwin, a scruffy youth hands you a flier*
((click for the flier.
Contact @big lunk or @nekomimi for further information))