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 Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 10:21 am
Rebecca did the same with her glass, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Not even a hello? Doesn't matter. It's enough knowing you're okay." She placed her glass down on the table. "You're not hurt, are you?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 10:29 am
"Nothing serious...thought that burn from that blast is bugging me abit" He said rubbing his chest were he had been hit with the blast from Cal. He poured more vodka into there glasses.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 10:34 am
She lifted her drink to him. "A strong man knows when to quit." She drank down the vodka, the alcohol already taking effect. She sighed as she placed her cup down. "There is no better medicine than vodka. Thank you for this. After that fight... who knew the heroes where that good? I almost had the ice girl, but that other hero came. Couldn't exactly beat him when the girl had my legs crushed." She poured herself another drink.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 10:38 am
"Yeah... I knew ghost was strong...you remeber Black ghost from the research faculity?" He asked. Paint it black by the rolling stones started playing over the stero speakers.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 10:41 am
She closed her eyes, listening to the music as flashes of scenes from the facility came flashing back. She remember one who gave her nightmares. The one that now calls himself a hero. "I do actually. Never thought he'd actually embrace his powers."
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 10:51 am
"After I killed the doctor I took a look through the different files and found his...aperently mist ghost isn't as much of a saint as he makes people beleive" Kogi said then downed another shot of vodka.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 10:53 am
Her eyebrow raised slightly at that. "Really? The symbol of justice has soiled his perfect hands? Oh, now you have to tell me. What did he do?" She was about to smile but hid it by downing her drink.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 10:58 am
"Ah, the smell of money is the best smell in the world, wouldn't you agree?"
Tyrant sat at the end of a long table finely crafted from the finest oak wood. On the table were several plates that still possessed food or were clean from the other occupants. Sitting around the table were several men in bussiness suits, looking nervously at their weapons manufactor, the Tyrant known as Kane. One man spoke up, he seemed less nervous then the others and sat at the other end of the table.
"Tyrant, we all love that smell as well. Then we agree on the deal?"
Tyrant chuckled, causing a nervous reaction from the bussiness men on the side of the table. Right infront of Tyrant was a suit case full of money, a mere portion of waht his organization was being paid to sell weapons to the employers in the room.
"Expect the shipment in three days of our finest explosives and heavy fire arms. I do expect the rest of my pay in three days?"
The head of the table knodded with excitment, his thoughts were of course how Tyrant could get away with such a heavy shipment in three days.
"Of course, if this can be pulled off, how do we know that some hero isn't going to find out? How do we know we aren't getting fooled here?"
Tyrant didn't say a word, he only got up from his chair and walked over to the man at the end of the table, Tyrant's foot steps causing mnior shakes through out the room. When he arrived beside the man, he looked straight into his eyes thorugh his helmet's eye sockets. Before the man could utter a word, Tyrant grabbed him by the neck and lifted him into the air by it.
"I find you lack of faith disturbing."
Tyrant kept putting force on the man's neck, eventaully crushing it beyond the point required for death. He wasn't finished, he put all of his strength into it instead of just a fraction and snapped the man's spine throught the neck, his body lying on the floor spouting blood all of the wall behind it. The head remained in his hand, but he dropped it beside the body.
"Any others who lack faith in my abilities."
Quickly, the shocked men in the room shook their heads right and left to signal no to Tyrant, something he was happy to see.
"Good, enjoy the rest of your meal, in celebration of this deal, you can all order desert on me."
His offer raised a few smiles, but most were too busy looking at the now dead body of their former vice president of the company, seeing his head face down beside it in a pool of blood. Tyrant walked down stairs from the conference room to ask the companies personal waitor at the restaurant to go up stairs and take orders fo desert. Tyrant wanted some wine as well for hismelf, putting it on the order for the waitor to fulfill. Personally, Tyrant didn't like the Republik, but it was the companies choice to have the conference due to traditon and he didn't know any other place in the city. After talking to the waitor outside of the door, Tyrant went back upstairs to await his wine.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 11:06 am
"well the funding for the experiments came from several of the super powers in the world right?. China, USA, united kingdom, Russia, Japan, yada yada" He paused and pured another drink for himself. "Well Mr Ghost was originaly a British SAS commando, similair too the U.S Marines but focused more on stealth, well before hand he had commited murder, at age twenty, Britain at the time had a small army so they offered criminals either time in prison or join the army, He joined the army obviously" Kogi said then took a drink. "looks like even heroes have secrets they want too keep" He said grining crookedly.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 11:09 am
She couldn't help it. She began to laugh. Not her usual hysterical laugh. It was softer. She shook her head. "You are amazing. In more ways than one. How could one be so ashamed of something like that? I am not. I'm proud of what I've done. I'll never go hero."
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 11:21 am
John smiled as the menus arrived.
"So, how did you come across your powers?" he asked.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 11:26 am
"Well I don't think he's as much ashamed as he is angry about it...one time after the take over of the faculity I found him and asked him about it...he drew his sword and charged at me before I could finish the question" Kogi said, pouring and drinking another shot. "I tell you fighing a bererk guy who can change into a ghost form that can't be hurt physically...it's all kinds of unfair" He joked smiling abit.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 11:31 am
She smiled freely this time. "Oh it's very unfair. But you can hold your own against him, so that certainly says something about you." She looked downat her empty cup. My god... Am I... flirting?!
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 11:42 am
"Yeah guess it does" He said.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 11:43 am
"Now gentlemen, let us continue the meeting, I understnad we have a problem."
The man at Tyrant's right, sitting down enjoying his desert, spoke up to answer his question.
"Alot of our other bussinesses are having trouble exporting goods with the constant threat of officials or heroes discovering them."
The mna stood up and point a remote at the screen across the table, the bottom of the screen was red from earlier when Tyrant killed the man that sat at the end of the table, but it wasn't really noticeable. On the screen showed a graph of the company's bussiness since they opened up shop in this city, it was drastically dropping.
"As you can see, the graph indicates a over all drop in exports sicne arrival here, its estimated that the hero population is what influences these drops."
Tyrant didn't much care for the display, he would rather hear it direct instead and not bother with graphs.
"I suppose you want me to lower the hero population? That isn't an easy task."
The man was nervous, but kept his face straight, he was stepping on loose ground now, one flase step and he could end up dead.
"If we don't do something about it sir, your Organization and my bussiness wil fall in this city. WE must find a way to lower the hero population here."
Tyrant almsot raised his hand to the man's chest in order to punch though it, but he did state a valid point.
"Right, I'll see what I can do about this, till then, meeting ended."
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