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                                                Black leather shoes slapped against the marble tiles of the marketing department of Conrad Towers. Matching these shoes was a fine Armani suit, and the man wearing them had his hands in the pockets of the pants. This man was of course the CEO of Conrad Industries himself, Andrew Conrad. As he strolled past the cubicles of salespeople trying to sell space weaponry and aircrafts to various militant groups, heads bowed, afraid the young businessman would scold them if they were caught doing something other than their job. But today, Andrew was not very much interested in his employees. Of course he expected them to make him shitloads of money, but today his focus was on his other endeavor. The Legion had been rather quiet lately. There hadn’t been the usual petty crimes and arson that greeted him each and every week. Liberty City had been rather quiet. Andrew didn’t like it, not when he didn’t know when those idiots from the Legion were.

                                                He walked past the desk of his secretary who began telling him how many messages he had and the appointments that were scheduled for him today. Andrew hardly listened. “Alright.” He simply said as he pushed against the heavy mahogany doors in front of him and entered the massive office that took up nearly a quarter of the entire floor. Bookshelves lined the walls, a full bar was to his left and in the middle there was nearly a full living room. His massive desk was behind this, with huge windows that let it the wonderful natural light of Liberty City. He couldn’t see the skyline, because he was a part of said skyline. He could look down on all of Liberty City, due to the fact that he had made sure the Conrad Tower was the tallest in the city.

                                                He slid into his Italian leather chair and rolled over to the window, staring down at the city. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent a mass text to his cohorts.


                                                To: Ink, Bastet, Judas, Coinshot
                                                From: Atlas

                                                Legion’s been too quiet. Meet at my office, we need to talk.


                                                He pressed send and leaned back in his chair, watching a plane fly by. Oh how he wished he could put his favorite suit on and race said plane. But, work had to come before a boy could play.

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                                I HEAR YOU'RE PRETTY TOUGH

                                Coinshot dropped through the skylight to land on the floor shortly below her. She was on the top floor of the city library, the headquarters for the League. She chose to sit for a moment at one of the computer terminals to check her civilian email. To her dismay there were over five emails, all from her roommate. Apparently she had managed to lock herself out of the room at four in the morning. Coinshot glanced at the large digital clock overlooking the room. She could make it to the dorm and back in time for her job. She really wanted to rest, but an angry roommate could make her life miserable for weeks to come. With a groan, she hauled herself out of the comfortable chair. She stopped at her room in the library to stuff another couple of handfuls of pennies into the pouch at her hip, then headed out across the city.

                                While leaping from building to building, Coinshot watched the flow of traffic beneath her. Most vehicles were headed into the center of the city, against the direction she wanted to go. If she could just find one consistently going the right way, maybe she could catch a ride. In a few minutes, her hopes were answered, and then some. There was a military truck making its way out of the city, nearly parallel to Coinshot's rout. After the next jump, Coinshot pushed sideways onto the road, falling onto the truck. Its bodywork was full of metals and she was able to slow her fall into a comfortable landing. Her boots still made a bit of noise, but she didn't worry. If this was a military vehicle, they new about the supers and supported them. The city wouldn't mind her catching a ride in the name of justice, right?

                                As she rode the truck, her phone buzzed. Coinshot pulled it out and glanced at the text from Atlas. Meet up at Conrad Tower? Now? It looked like her roommate was going to have to wait a couple more hours. Pushing off against the metal of the truck, Coinshot made her way back into the center of the city. It was hard to miss Atlas' office. Fifteen minutes later she was balanced outside the window on one of the steel struts that made up the tower. She tapped on the glass and waved, not sure how to get in.


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Elsewhere, at an abandoned circus . . .

A row of bowling pins were knocked over with a loud clatter.
"Steeeeer-ike!" A voice then proclaimed loudly. At the end of the lane, the one that made the strike was grooving with a little victory dance. Something about them didn't seem quite all there, though. It might have something to do with the fact that they didn't have a head.
"Come on now, it's nothing to lose your head over!" The voice said once more. A quick glance down at the opposite end of the lane, amongst the fallen pins, revealed who was speaking - the missing head. A skull, no less. "Whaddaya waiting for? Pick me up! You're never gonna get ahead without me!" It ordered.
The skull thrower, which was a skeleton for that matter, let its arms droop for a moment, then shrugged and proceeded to approach its head. Within a moment, it plopped the skull back on its spine. Backwards. The skeleton grumbled something before giving its head a slap to make the skull spin around to face properly. "There we go. Sometimes I think I'm the only one with brains around here."

Skully the clown didn't have many people to talk to, so he ended up berating his body on a regular basis. Most people didn't want to deal with a slightly deranged skeleton. That was why he was here, in an abandoned circus on the outskirts of the city. It may also have something to do with the fact that it was an ideal place to stock his arsenal and safely figure out his schemes. For the past while, though, there wasn't much to scheme about. The League kept a close watch on the city, which made it difficult to wreak havoc. Maybe he could stir up some chaos on a block or two, but they would quickly put a stop to that. No, he needed something bigger. Something even the combined might of the League wouldn't be able to stop. And that something was in the works it seemed, as a message just popped up on a nearby monitor.

"What is thiiiiis?" Skully wondered whilst rubbing his fingers on his jawbone. "Jacky boy has a plan, eh? He might be missing a funny bone or two, but he's always got one good eye for these things! YEEHAHAHA!!" The clown laughed manically at his less-than-witty joke before springing into action.
Mere moments later, he was on the road in a beat-up hotdog truck, zipping through traffic and honking obnoxiously. "Watch it, pal! I've only got 206 bones to pick with you! Yeehehehe!"

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                          Greggory Pine sat hunched over his desk, fingers working furiously but gracefully as he finished the repairs on the watch the Legion had given him for communication purposes. Small sound waves pulsed from his fingers, allowing him to see everything from the smallest screw to the largest sprocket. He had felt the watch was a bit...lacking, so he added his touches to it. Now it served to amplify his own powers, allowing his sound waves to travel further and more accurately, while filtering out some of the unnecessary feedback he'd normally get. With a small smile of accomplishment, Greg placed the face of the watch on top and screwed everything back together, flicking it with a finger to bring it back to life.
                          And not a moment too soon, for the watched buzzed, a message flashing across it's digital screen. He couldn't read too well, something sound couldn't help him with, so he had configured the watch to buzz in certain patterns depending on the message. Judging from the pattern, Jack was summoning them to the Legion's base. Greg pouted slightly and rose from his desk, lowering a hand to his stomach. It growled on contact, reminding him that it would soon be time for breakfast. And school. What a drag. The only super powered person in all Liberty City who still had to go to high school. It was a wonder Jack and the others hadn't kicked him out yet, or that he wasn't a victim of merciless teasing though he could feel Glitch and Skully certainly wanted to. Tease him that is.
                          Greg ambled about his bedroom, pulling off his night clothes and switching to his school uniform. He was just finishing tying his tie when his mother knocked gently at the door. "Morning honey, ready for breakfast?" Oh he was very ready for breakfast, unfortunately he didn't have time to stick around and eat it. "Just some toast mom, running late for a meeting." It wasn't totally a lie. He was going to a meeting after all. Greg just hadn't found the time or the place to tell her what he had become, or the sort of company he kept now. Someday he would, just today wasn't the day.

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                          After an arduous journey through Liberty City and the outlying swamplands, Greg made his way down a dark hallway inside the Legion's base with a piece of toast in his mouth and his school bag slung over his shoulder. Though his hands were at his sides, his fingers were spread out sending out light sound waves that bounced off the walls, guiding him through the dark maze that was their base. Though someones maniacal laughter served the purpose just as well. He shyly entered the large room they used for meetings, closing the door with a soft click behind him. "Good morning." He greeted, able to match the laughter to non other then Kaiser. Of course they all had pretty distinct laughs, but none were quite so robotic as Kaiser's.


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                                  G.G.G.Glitch online. Initiating reasoning protocol #11023//: Task at hand: Cause the downfall of Humanity.../ Functions active>>Begin Task. Simultaneous Task active - Emotions://

                                  Today was quite a day. Jackal was calling a meeting of the Legion of Evil and that meant he had a plan! Or at least he wanted to do something besides normal mischief and anarchy. Glitch herself had been stealing parts and pieces of experimental technology over the past few weeks. She was planning on building a form of surveillance that let her allies see what she saw when she transported herself through technology. It would be tremendously helpful for when she infiltrated the league of heroes to spy on them from time to time. It would give them a distinct advantage for whenever they planned on attacking them, it could also let them better analyze their building and find strategic locations to attack from.

                                  So far she was maybe fifty percent of the way to completing it. The whole process was quite complicated because adding a sentient piece of energy into a system is something that humans had not yet analyzed or even thought possible. So their scientific knowledge that she had access to was VERY limited in that range and she had to discover it for herself. It was quite aggravating but these monkeys weren't at a stage of evolution where they could comprehend what exactly she was. They created her by accident, something like a breakthrough that only happens once every hundred or two years. Sadly the only ones involved were now dead. Then again she wasn't saddened by this face, sadness was not one of her more developed programs. Anger, Happiness, Mischief, and a few others were what you might recognize as developed 'emotions' but there were plenty that were underdeveloped due to lack of use.

                                  Glitch zipped across the power lines over to the abandoned buildings that linked up to the base. Glitch had these cable lines made for ease of access for herself. They did not connect to any actual electronics besides a screen in the main hall and that served as he entrance and exit from the Legion of Evil's base when she wanted to get into town easily. Otherwise she could travel with one of the others in a plane, bike, or something else. So when Glitch arrived at the base the TV turned on to a channel of static. Glitch walked on screen, stretched, and looked over herself to check if her image was correct. She thought that the dress looked nice and long hair was fine for today, so then she placed one hand on the TV screen from the inside. She pushed slightly and her hand materialized in physical form. She slowly walked out of the TV and onto the steps she had constructed before the television. She descended down them and looked about the room.

                                  'The Great' Kaiser was there as was Pulse. So in total three of the five were here, Jackal was most likely on his way here in some overly paranoid manor. He was always one that suspected everyone and everything as a threat, it was a bit annoying hos stiff he was. He and Skully should somehow fuse and then they would have just the right amount of seriousness and the right amount of humor. Speaking of skully he was probably off somewhere convincing he was an actual hotdog salesman, it was always hilarious when people came up to get something from his ice cream or his hot dog truck and then he opens the window and BAM! It is a skeleton! The look on their faces are priceless, and Glitch always had fun tagging along and pranking people around town.

                                  "Good morning Pulse, I couldn't think of a Faraday(fairer day razz ) to crush this city than today. I hope they don't put up too much resistance today, but then again it is no fun when they don't"

                                  Glitch was already scheming a few things of her own to attack the town with or just cause general chaos. Her emotional center loved to play pranks on people and do little jokes. So whenever she could she would try to mess with people, whether that was doing little things to piss off Kaiser with his technology or screw with the auto correct on peoples phones on her down time, little bits of chaos always amused her.


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                                      Hearing a clicking sound, Kaiser instantly jerked his position towards the entrance of the room, insane laughter and that electric green color over his visual processor quickly replaced by a fiery red color with maddened expression, arm extended towards such a direction with lethal intent, high-powered fusion canon making that high-pitched winding sound in warming up.

                                      "Who dares to sneak up on the Great Kaiser?!" He shouted before seeing their blind fellow evil-doer enter the room. The fusion canon winded back down, Kaiser retracting his weaponed arm as the electric green hue no sooner engulfed his circuitry once more. "Oh, Pulsey! Ahahaha, you surprised me!" His robotic voice laughed with a wide grin as he looked to the boy. "I almost blasted your face off!"

                                      No sooner had the TV snapped on, static filling the large screen. And who else bit Glitch to make her deliciously sinister arrival to the evil council of doom, now standing before them in physical form. It made Kaiser regroup in mind anyway, now a blue tone of light taking over, wide grin replaced with a firm look. "Glitch." He greeted perhaps more derisively than necessary, stepping down from the table he'd been dancing on not a moment before. "I see you're as... witty as ever."

                                      Her constant bad puns were hard enough for his proficient and war-lusting personas to take (his random persona quite liking said puns, actually), but that wasn't what really edged him, Kaiser still somewhat vexed from the last time she'd 'hijacked' him. Glitch could be just as mischievous as his own insane persona; she was one to be watched... when he was sound of mind to actually do so anyway.

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                            As she was watching her morning programming, Inkwell was interrupted by a faint but noticeable ringing. Her phone, right. She pushed herself off her bed, sucking the last of the beverage out of the drink packet before depositing it neatly into the trash can located in front of the television. Rocking her head left and right, she cracked her neck twice before reaching over and picking up her cell phone, grimacing slightly as she flipped it open.

                            You see, Ink actually hated most technology, especially cellphones and computers. The simple reason for this was the fact she couldn't read it as quickly as more traditional media. She had a few piles of books in her little rat nest, all of which she could read without even looking at them. That was a pretty nifty little perk to her power set, but she could read later. A bit of fumbling with the stupid buttons on the tiny little phone, pulling up the message from one Andrew Conrad.

                            "Legion has been too quiet, is that right?" she asked the phone, knowing it couldn't respond. That was another thing she disliked about it. "Well then, I suppose if Andrew is worried then there must be something behind it." She shut the phone with little regard for it, putting it back where she found it and shutting off the news, earlier than she would have liked to mind you. With one last sigh she exited her room, for the briefest of moments.

                            "Oh, I almost forgot to change into something a little more presentable. I would not want to offend anyone by wearing casual clothing." Inkwell let out a small chuckle, before stripping out of her clothing and putting on a matte black jumpsuit. It wasn't a catsuit, as latex would interfere with her abilities and cause nasty rashes. But the jumpsuit was still fitted, a bit loose to allow for movement without being tight enough to look like she stepped out of a comic or some sort of adult orientated film.

                            Fixing a white belt loosely around her waist- mostly to give her outfit a bit of contrast- she once again went to door of her domain, stopping this time in front of a large glass cylinder. It ran from ceiling to floor, filled with a similar dark ink. Ink opened a hatch and thrust her arm in, not a drop of ink falling out of the container. She sucked up extra ink, just in case Andrew's suspicions had merit, before shutting the hatch and leaving for real this time.

                            She didn't see anyone else on her way out, which was a little surprising. But she guessed everyone else had lives to live besides being a super. As for Inkwell? Well she was a bit too quirky to interact with civilians most of the time, so she just stuck to the hero gig. But enough of her, she needed to get to the tallest building in town without looking like a complete buffoon. The easiest way to do that would be walking, but she'd get mobbed in an instant. So it seemed that showing off was her way to go. She didn't feel like wearing a pair of gaudy black wings, so it was time for one of her ink golems.


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The Jackal

The seemingly casual semi would barrel through the only road leading through the swamp near the secret location of the Legion's hide out. Somewhere out in the muck, the surface of the swampy road itself would lift and allow the eight wheeler to vanish into the underground tunnels of the lair. Once at the docking station near the actual [metallic head's neck?], Jack's handful of soldiers would begin unloading all of the boxes, and carrying them into the hall itself. A total of four massive crates, and that single metallic over sized carry on. With that large cache in hand, the ominous one eyed militant villain would make his way inside. Even as the collective of his extended yet quite evil family continued to banter on, the sudden dropping of that solid steel case would cause a reverberating~

WHAM!~

That was followed shortly by the Jackal himself leaning over the tall speaking podeum that over looked the other seats across the council's tables.

"My family... Friendly artificial intelligence, and clown..."

Hopefully the loud noise had caught them all of guard, and brought their attention about face. More directly, that icy cold commanding tone was meant to cut through their current thoughts and draw them into the mind frame of their comrade.

"We have allowed these trite heroes and their city to exist in face of our schemes for far too long... all of our assaults and plans can have been thwarted directly by... Those pesky heroes..."

A sourness poured over those last words. Anger seemingly swallowed or crushed; suppressed fully.

"I have conceived and ordered the appropriate equipment for a more merciless plan of attack..."

With the words Merciless plan of attack, the one eyed stone cold soldier in green would give a dismissive hand gesture, brushing the air off toward his right side with his right hand. On cue, all of his flunkies would each open the various crates that had been brought here by truck ride. All four of the large constructs within the crates proved to be something of filtration generators. Large pumps that otherwise removed, and or introduced anything one might want to clean from their water. That was about when the sound of an air pressure release system would give. In a few moments, Jack was holding up a large cylindrical tube of deep violet liquid.

"This is a potent chemical compound developed by a friend of ours for a small fee... I discovered that the cities water sources all come in from four points. This compound is something of a psychedelic with a heavy dose of violent paranoia to act as a good agitating factor... We're going to introduce this into the cities water source, then jam their communications systems with the help of Glitch and Pulse. If we can accomplish all of this, we only need run interference on the heroes while the city tears itself apart..."

The large container of whatever Artificial compound the Jackal intended for the city would be slid back into it's large over sized metal container.

"That is if the conditions of this mission outlined are suitable to all parties... What do you say brothers. Sisters. Programs... clowns."

A clenched fist would slam into the podium and run a crack through it's surface.

"All those in favor of Operation: Terror tap say Aye."

This wasn't his platoon after all. This was some kind of twisted democracy. Not that Jack had spared any expense on this particular plan. He would of course wait for input before going into detail on what exactly he had in mind play by play. Of course the plan was pretty simple wasn't it?

Operation: Terror Tap/ Aka Da plahn

This was pretty much what the scare crow had planned for Gotham except he released his gas into the air if one re-calls properly. Via by passing the mass chaos, and merely pumping the chemical compound into and through the water sources in diluted quantities, the city merely erupts from the insides at the speed insanity.

Infection carried through every day tap and shower water that will reach startling large masses of the population of Liberty City.

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Judas...the hero?


Scotch fumbled with his bag of money the moment his phone vibrated, he nearly dropped everything from panic. A bit of paranoia creeped in as he wondered if Atlas knew what he was up to. Scotch froze, then continued stuffing his backpack with bills. After zipping the back Scotch thought hard about where he was supposed to be, imagining the office of Atlas. Scotch took a deep breath then teleported, "Hi guys, how's AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" Instead of appearing in the office he appeared outside the way he pictured the office of Atlas. Scotch was falling and he was falling fast. Each second he was closer and closer to the concrete ground. What made things worse, a horrible little girl was screaming in his ears...oh wait that was him. Scotch could feel his heart beating out his chest as he tried once more to appear in the office of Atlas. To his relief he was sitting on the ground next to Atlas' desk with his knees pulled into his chest. He rocked for a few moments just happy to be alive before nervously smiling from behind his ski mask. "Err...a ...little girl screamed...I uh caught her though and that's why it may have seemed I was falling." Scotch said with a small chuckle before realizing he still had on the ski mask which he quickly pulled off his head. He still hand't got used to the hero thing and by now he never bothered to wear a mask because he was sure he'd forget to keep it on or take it off. A hassle. Scotch noticed he was still firmly gripping the bag of money. The young man cleared his throat, "I uh....intercepted a perp and he mananged to get this mask on me. Don't worry. I'll make sure this money gets back to where it came from." He tried to convince the other two heroes. Scotch was unaware of how frazzled he looked from his now messy brown hair and wrinkled clothes from the fall, he certainly didn't look like a conventional hero. "Anyway, Judas here and ready for attraction, I mean action. Uh...did you know coinshot is in the window?" Scotch asked feeling even more embarrassed it seemed there were going to be two witnesses to his mishap.

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                                Coinshot sat outside the window impatiently. In the distance she could see an inky disturbance making its way up the street towards them. She and Inkwell had been bugging Atlas to install a functionally open window for months now, yet he never seemed to pay attention to the idea. Something about aerodynamics at this height. As she prepared for the drop back down to the bottom, Judas popped into existence. Quite brave of him, considering his existence happened at more than a thousand feet. He fell, screaming, and then existed on the other side of the window. The whole teleportation thing made her head hurt. At least her powers could be explained, in a sense. Judas's were nearly superhuman. Good thing he was on the side of good. Mostly. She rolled her eyes at the moneybags, then slipped off the ledge.

                                Her fall was quick, and once on the ground she made her way to the stairwell. Anything was better than a confining metal box. Sure, she could sense metal, but put someone in a huge white room filled with light and they would see nothing. The encasing metal overwhelmed her. The stairs would do.

                                After a few minutes she arrived at his office, a tad out of breath. She took a deep breath and gave them a tired smile. "Good morning. What's on the agenda?"


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☆☆☆☆"I was looking for a breath of life
A little touch of heavenly light
But all the choirs in my head sang...No." ☆☆☆☆


~~Fiona Darens:: 'Flame Princess'~~☆

Fiona was on the couch next to a fireplace, sleeping-or rather trying to sleep. People were carrying things past her, the familiar sound of metal on metal with Jack's henchy guys coming in. She was inbetween houses at the moment-she had this habit of...well, making things a little too warm for other's comfort. In other words, she liked things crispy. But crispy didn't agree with normal people-here though, in the club house, things didn't get crispy and she could hang out all she wanted and it didn't freak people out. Best ever!

The slam is what woke her up, the sound of Jack's excited voice continuing to drag her from the couch and to where it looked like everyone else was. She yawned a little, a little plume of fire escaping her lips on the exhale. There was something on the table, and there seemed to be a sort of plan laid down. "Ooooh! Jackie! This seems like fuuuuuun!" Fiona cheered, reading over it a few times. How fun would it be to watch everyone tear themselves apart? And their own individual talents would only feed the fire, so to speak.


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                                  No sooner had Glitch thrown out her puns had Kaiser slapped it down in an attempt to ruin her fun. She would have none of that, she knew that he was just sour about the shower incident (he doesn't like to talk about it shhhh) that happened last week but no need to ruin good fun. She might just make take over his hands and keep him from accurately picking things up for a while, something small but annoying nonetheless. Whatever she decided on it was for later, now Jackal had appeared with some of his trademark goonies behind him. They were brutish men who seemed like they were perfect for whatever muscle bound evil you needed like auto theft, robbery, mugging, or even puppy kicking. They didn't seem to have much of a conscience either but that was good in an evil organization.

                                  Fiery Fiona was up too, their own little princess in the making. Maybe when they took over the world she could actually gain that title. Of course Kaiser would want to rule the world, Jack might be content being leader of the armies, and Skully....she had no idea what skully would want to be in this hypothetical world situation. Then again she had no idea what she wanted in that situation either. Whatever it turned up as this was one step towards such a reality. Taking over this city was the stepping stone of their world domination and Jack had just the plan to make it happen. It was elegant, simplistic, and almost free of work on their end besides distracting those menacing goodie two shoes from the league.

                                  "01100001 01111001 01100101"

                                  The numbers she spouted off came up in an almost 2 dimensional bubble above her head along with a ">: D" next to them. Her mouth didn't move but she slammed her fist on the table in front of her for effect as the text appeared and everyone could see it. Glitch looked around the room and she was met with blank stares...she remembered these people weren't as intelligent as she had given them credit and could not read what she just posted. Too bad.

                                  "That is Binary for 'Aye' just so you know. Shocking enough that you all don't know that, I would love to instigate the chaos needed with Hot stuff and Pulse while you all put the stuff in the pipes. Fires, explosions, and lightning, what else do you need to stir up some helpless innocents?"





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At the Legion of Doom . . .

Skully drove his wienermobile through the city with terrifying ease, making sharp turns and lane changes that only somebody that was both insane and had a death wish would be willing to try. Given that he fit both categories, though, such maneuvers suited him perfectly.
It wasn't long until the clown had parked the massive metal hotdog-on-wheels inside an underground warehouse, amongst a gaggle of curious and deadly looking vehicles. Even here his frankfurter automobile managed to stick out. The skeleton paid no mind to these oddities as he stepped out of the big sausage and pressed a button to lock the doors.
"Woop woop." He chimed, in the absence of an actual car alarm.

After a brief stroll through a few passageways and up an elevator (accompanied by some relaxing elevator music), Skully stepped into the main chamber of the infamous Legion of Doom's headquarters (no longer located on the corner of fifth and kings since '87). It seemed that the rest of his fellow ne'er-do-wells had already gathered, and upon him taking a seat and putting his feet up on a table, the Jackal wasted no time explaining his plan to everyone.
"Gotta say Jacky boy, with this plan, the city's gonna be all washed up! Let's give him a hand, folks!" Skully announced, whilst he disconnected his right hand and waved it around with his left. "We just gotta keep those wet blankets over at the League from clownin' around long enough so that this thing can make a splash! Yehehe!"

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                                      Between his poking fun at Pulse and thwarting Glitch's bad puns, a good, loud WHAM had cut the waring cyborg's attention to their latest arrival. "It's about time!" He shouted, his impatient side having been waiting for far too long.

                                      The plan was simple enough. Sinister. And he could easily play his own part in it. Even the others were on board, him just blankly staring at Glitch and her strange numerical sequence before she explained herself further. What a glitch. Now that the crazy clown and firefly were here too, perhaps the plan could finally initiate.

                                      Blue light engulfing him, his decisive person thought said plan over. "Aye." He spoke up. "A brilliant plan. Glitch and Pulse commandeer the city's communication systems while myself, Jackel, Skully, and the Flame Princess each take one of the four points of water sourcing to inject the compound."

                                      Red lights no sooner returned. "And then we can crush those infuriating heroes when they show up to save the day!" He would love nothing more, slamming his fist down on the long conference table surrounding The Jackel's podium. "When do we begin the attack?!" He voted immediately, of course. Atlas would definitely fall this time around!

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☆☆☆☆"I was looking for a breath of life
A little touch of heavenly light
But all the choirs in my head sang...No." ☆☆☆☆


~~Fiona Darens:: 'Flame Princess'~~☆

Fiona clapped her hands upon Skully's request, giggling a little. He was so funny, like a living cartoon character. Since she was accepted into this inner circle of sorts, he was probably her favorite. And if distractions is what they would really need, then they could really mess with the goodies. "This'll be fun, we should get started immediatly!" Fiona jummped away from the table. "Just lemmie get dressed for this," Fiona said, speeding off to her couch with bags undneith.

Clothes never really stuck around Fiona very well, especially when she lost her temper. While her body couldn't be burnt and, at times, was made of solid fire, it wasn't the same for her clothing. Lots of looting of clothes happened a lot when she does go out. With quick movements, Fiona changed from her PJS to today's (possibly) throw away outfit. With quick tugs to her socks, she had her bag shouldered and sprinted back to the table, turning herself around. "Load me up, lets get this rolling!" Small sparks were already coming off her heels, bouncing around the floor a little. "Skully-poo, wanna go play with me, or are you ridin' solo?"


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