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 Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 1:06 pm
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Deathstroke
There Is No Better Hunt
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Listening to Cynder's presentation, Slade rested his head on his head. This was all information he was well aware of. But this wasn't for him, it was for the others. His eye kept going towards the blank security cameras, then at the others. "It seems like out location has been compromised. Someone needs to go repair those cameras, immediately," he said, looking over at Termite. Cynder was a little preoccupied and Termite was good with tech. The old man's anger was slightly boiling as he thought of Rose being just a few feet away from him and she got away. They needed to get their information gathered fast, before Ravager could do anything. His fists clutched into fists as he thought of how she got away.
The amount of information they had was very thin compared to the number of Titans in the tower. Sitting back, Deathstroke slowly tapped his helmet. "Cynder, this is all good and all, but we do need more. We need to know the best ways of killing them, along with the new members. I feel an attack by Plasmus will allow us to be able to watch them from afar. If they have a Superboy or Green Lantern, we need to be careful," he said, looking at the others. "We also must deal with her," he said, pulling up a still of Rose right before she cut the cameras. "She was the most receptive of my lessons and is not like the other Titans," he said, irritation in his voice.
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Then The Hunt Of Man
Slade Joseph Wilson
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 9:24 pm
 Termite rose from his seat and approached the tube containing Plasmus’ human form. The saboteur rolled his mask up to his nose so his mouth was exposed. He breathed onto the glass, a spot right in front of Plasmus’ human face, and with his finger wrote ‘Hi’. Aaron then stood there for a while, seemingly studying the human. ”So he’s a human only when he’s sleeping,” he said aloud. ”I don’t know if that’s good or bad. Probably both. At least he doesn’t feel anything” This was all part of Termite’s persona: being incredibly random. One minute he’s a hyped up maniac, the next minute he’s calm and strangely compassionate. The young man didn’t need to explain himself or base his actions on what was expected of him. He did what he wanted, whenever he wanted. If Aaron took a minute to think about that, he’d realize Termite is everything he had ever wanted to be. That was probably why he was so good at playing him. He used that mask and those tools to do anything and say anything he wanted. He was Termite…..he just didn’t know it, and probably never would.
The saboteur rolled his mask down and returned to his seat. ”D, very important question: do we have refreshments? I’m in the mood for Doritos.” He practically hopped into his chair, not expecting his comment to be answered or acknowledged. He just felt like saying that. When the slideshow went up and Cynder summarized each of the founding members of the Titans, Aaron allowed himself to daydream. He had already read their files during his free-time when he still volunteered at the Watchtower. Now Termite was thinking of making changes to his costume. His current look wasn’t bad, but he could do a lot better than coveralls. Perhaps he could add some leather to it to give himself some extra protection. Crawling through walls, floors and ceilings do tend to give a guy some bruises.
Aaron was snapped out of his thoughts at Slade’s voice. He said cameras had been damaged by someone at the docks. The young man smiled behind his mask when Slade looked towards him, indicating he wanted the young mechanic to fix his surveillance systems. ”I’ll be back in an hour,” he said as he headed back to the air vent he had used to arrive at the meeting. He climbed up and entered the vent and left the base in five minutes flat, faster than simply taking the stairs and leaving through the front door. 
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the_village_crazy Vice Captain
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xX_Yuki_Star_Xx Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 7:02 pm
My fate is my own... ßlå¢k£ïrê ...so stay out of my way.  KðmåñÐ'r Blackfire was staring bored at her nails, chewing the inside of her cheek gently as everyone else spoke. She felt Deadshot's eye on her and she lowered her hand, pressing it gently against the table top. She straightened her back and crossed her right leg over her left, her purple eyes flicking over to the mercenary before returning to Deathstroke as Bane entered and the two talked.They spoke about the Titans, and the weak little cripple girl gave a presentation. Blackfire dug her nails into the table top when the girl in the wheelchair mentioned her dear little sister. Her fingers curled into fists, leaving deep grooves in the table from her superhuman strength. She hated her little sister for just about everything.
She could feel herself losing it, about to go completely berserk on the screen that Cynder's presentation had been shown on. But then something interrupted her internal fuming. Someone was taking out the cameras. A woman. And she seemed to get under Deathstroke's skin. Blackfire leaned forward slightly, looking closer at the still of the woman. She looked over at Deathstroke.
"Deathstroke, who is that?"
She bit her lower lip and crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowing when Deathstroke ignored her question, continuing with his plans. Plasmus was lowered down, asleep he was in his human form, contained within his tube. She clenched her teeth slightly before pushing herself off the table.
"Am I actually needed for anything here?" Locale: Main base
Company: Deathstroke, Scarecrow, Deadshot
Mood Bored/uninterested
Thoughts: 'This better be good...'
Out of Cupcakes: Crap post is crap T^T Sorry. I didn't know what to do with her. >.<
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 7:36 pm
DEAD|SHOT S.T.A.R. Labs Info:Name: Floyd LawtonTeam Affiliation: The BrotherhoodOccupation: Mercenary Floyd grinned slightly behind his metallic helmet to Blackfire's approach to his 'starring' but he quickly turned to the cameras not to interesting in the conversation since it wasn't related to him, he did hear a few bits of pieces of the Teen Titan's profile dossiers but he figured when he had some down time he look into it, he didn't plan on taking the whole team itself but would take on a few here and there, that was Deadshot's approach, thing the herd over time. But as the camera went down he reached for his sidearm pistol on his right thigh, holstered tightly in some tactical webbing but Floyd was uneasy mostly that he was bored and it showed it as he kept looking over at Blackfire to keep him entertained he didn't know if the woman would break something, burn something or start shouting but she seemed interesting to him.
But soon enough Deathstroke decided to get the camera back up sending what appeared to be the team's mechanic who was able to move here and there over time, Deadshot stood up and sighed slightly placing his hands on his hips around the same time Blackfire made her comment about being here, he too was getting bored of sitting the least he could do was a patrol around the compound and find what happened, where that person went too and if he was up for it maybe trail the damn thing but he figured it wouldn't get that far. Looking over to Deathstroke, Floyd calmly and casually motioned towards the door of the area and spoke.
"Don't mind me, with cameras going out I'll go on patrol...just call me when you need me."
Deadshot bowed slightly then started to head towards the door, still keeping his hands tucked into the tactical belt he had on, his thumbs lopped comfortably as he proceeded out of the entrance/exit door and started to head for a backdoor entrance of the compound, maybe get to a nice high place to see where the infiltrator got in from and vanished, also be a great time to get to know the area he will be spending most of his days at.
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 3:02 pm
~~~
Deathstroke
There Is No Better Hunt
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Drumming his fingers on the table top, Deathstroke was slowly becoming more irritated with the image of Ravager. It was the sound of Blackfire's voice that snapped him out of his thoughts. Looking at the woman for a moment, he sat back and said, "She is a problem. Ravager, a deadly assassin. I know because I taught her everything she knows." he said with a grumble. "But she is off limits to the rest of you. She's not like the other Titans. She won't hesitate to cut you to pieces," he said, narrowing his eye. Even though he knew Rose was a problem, he couldn't help but feel a bit of pride. She was probably the greatest of all his children. She was the strongest at least. But even in his pride, he could see her as a threat.
Glancing over at Deadshot, Deathstroke nodded. He knew Rose would be long gone, but without the cameras, they were blind. "If you see anyone besides Termite, kill them in an instant. I don't like witnesses," he added, then looked at the screen. "Blackfire, you are here because you have been in that Tower more then any of us. You have spent more time with the original Titans then the others. I would like your input on how to kill them," he said to the alien, knowing she was getting annoyed. He understood that she would refuse to let anyone take down her sister and he would not fight her. As long as she gave him room to eliminate his daughter. When Deathstroke saw Termite had collected Ravager's knives, he couldn't help but grin. How ironic it would be to take her out with her own weapons.
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Then The Hunt Of Man
Slade Joseph Wilson
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 8:14 pm
 Cynder was not pleased, that the others were bored… nor did her presentation excite them, letting out a brief sigh. Her fingers moved along the keyboard, “The Super Boys, name is named Conner Kent, and there is also Martian Man Hunters, niece there as well. Give me a second, I am getting into the security system.” With this said, only about 5 minutes later, as the Brotherhood watched her hack her way in. After several, invalid codes, she was in. And the camera’s inside and outside the towers could be scene. The majority of the Titans were on the beach, and a few in the kitchen. “Give me a few more moments, so I can pick up the audio.” She adjusted the settings, as the voices slowly came in and out. Before the sound was completely lost. Her, fingers flew across the keyboard once again, everyone being able to see her screen on the white board. Finally the voices could be heard but it was static. Her face turned serious as her fingers flew faster across the keyboard. Each camera, showed everything. From the garage, to each room. There was not a camera in the bedrooms, just outside of them. “Lets see what secrets, Nightwing and Cyborg kept in the computers.” From here, she accessed the camera’s they have in town. Handing this laptop to Slade. “Master can you hold this, while I download their camera’s files to upload for my self and for everyone here? It will only take a few moments.” OoC: razz
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 8:41 am
 Robby "The Butcher" GravesFriendly Neighborhood PsychopathCompany: Thinking: Feeling: "Kill you? Ha! Oh, you poor, deluded fool... I'm not just going to kill you. Oh, no. You're getting something a lot more fun than that..." There was a stirring in the shadows on the edge of the room, and a boy emerged from them; a young man with cold, dead eyes and a murderous smirk. He'd been in the room long enough to hear Scarecrow's question; what did they fear? He'd chuckled quietly to himself then, wondering that very same question. What did he fear? What was there to fear, when death was an impossibility and pain was fun? But then, there was one thing. One simple thing, one thing that might have been silly to other people. Robby feared boredom. He loved what he did, what he could do; even thinking about how, at any time, he could kill every single person he could see. Imagining the ways he could torture them, make them scream. He and Scarecrow had one similarity; they enjoyed fear. But Scarecrow was a coward in that he didn't act on it. Robby jumped at it like a starving dog, latching on with teeth and claws and tearing it open, relishing in the pain and the fear and the hatred. But now, as the Butcher chose this moment to step forward and reveal himself, he hadn't been noticed. Might as well have 'just arrived,' he figured, and gave a cold, steely gaze across the room. "Did I miss anything?"
His voice was more like worn tires driving on wet gravel than a human voice; the strained noise a dog makes before it throws up. A hoarse, wheezing whisper, a thick, strained noise caused by the scarring of his voicebox tissue. He'd probably screamed more in his young life than any of these people would scream for the rest of theirs; and his voice would be proof of that. Not even his regeneration could heal scar tissue. He cleared his throat as he stepped forward, eyes on the presentation as he glanced to Slade. Brooding as ever, the man was staring at the presentation with an intense gaze, pondering on how to kill each individual Titan. Their weaknesses. Like Scarecrow, he wanted to know what they feared. Wanted to know how to hurt them. Robby smirked. "Pain," he said simply, stepping forward again. "Loss. Death. The same basic fears and weaknesses most people have- just because they're superheroes doesn't mean they're immune to that. Don't bother getting too specialized with your kryptonite bullets or your EMP's. If you're going to take down the Titans, the only way you can win is if you destroy them first. Make them lose the will to fight... Or even the will to live." He chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting dangerously in the artificial lighting. He had plans for the Titans, oh yes. Plans that would go ahead even if the higher-ups of the Brotherhood didn't agree with him. He would bring the Titans to their knees, with or without their help... But he had a hunch that his ideas wouldn't be shot down too lightly."I'm going to kill everyone you've ever loved, right in front of you. With a smile on my face. I'm going to make you beg for death. I'm not just going to kill you... I'm going to make you wish you'd never been born."
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 8:50 pm
My fate is my own... ßlå¢k£ïrê ...so stay out of my way. KðmåñÐ'r Blackfire looked at Slade as he responded to why she was there. She sighed and rolled her eyes slightly. All she cared about was getting rid of her sister once and for all.
"I'm only interested in ridding this world of my sister. Breaking her requires the loss of her friends. Which I believe is right up your alley. As for their weaknesses...I have no answers. Let your little robot girl take care of the rest."
She gestured towards Cynder as she spoke, looking disinterested at the presentation she put on. She looked back at Slade again before shrugging her shoulders. The only reason she was part of the Brotherhood was so that they could help her get to her sister.
She was bored again and preparing to leave the base and do her own thing. She turned around, facing the exit, but stopped when Butcher appeared. Deadshot had left a while ago. And now he had replaced him. She raised a slender black eyebrow at the young villain before putting a hand on her hip, the other hanging by her side.
"Well look who decided to join us? Bit late to the party, sweetheart., the fun's almost over."
She smirked at him, her purple eyes watching him as he stepped forward, speaking directly to Slade as he seemed to ignore everyone else all together. Much like she was doing to VII. Locale: Main base
Company: Members of the Brotherhood
Mood Bored/uninterested
Thoughts: 'How to kill the Titans...The others I don't care about.'
Out of Cupcakes: Stuff goes here
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xX_Yuki_Star_Xx Vice Captain
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the_village_crazy Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 8:50 pm
Termite had entered the room in his trademark fashion: popping up unexpectedly through anything but the door. He pushed a floor tile to the side and climbed out of the hole in the floor. He slid it back in place and went to Slade’s desk. The saboteur reached into his satchel and placed each bagged dagger on the desk. ”That’s all of them,” he said. ”I made some quick rounds around the mansion on my way here. I didn’t see anything, so we’re not under siege. It seems like someone was sending us a message.” He scoffed. ”Maybe somebody’s applying for a job here. That’d be some way to do it, huh?” Termite was not informed of Ravager since he was out of the room when Slade spoke of her to the rest of the Brotherhood.
After giving his report to Slade, Aaron made his way to the chair he had been sitting in before. Along the way he heard the Butcher’s proposal for taking down the Titans. Not is was spy time. ”Now that’s an idea,” he complimented the villain. ”How do we do that?” Speaking of demented ideas, Seven had put his two cents in, suggesting he himself test the people who had yet to choose a side. ”And what do you have in mind, Seven?” he asked with genuine curiosity. Aaron had never really associated with the guy, so he knew very little about him. Perhaps Termite could befriend him?
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 9:11 pm
Robby "The Butcher" GravesFriendly Neighborhood Psychopath Company: Deathstroke, Blackfire, Termite, a few others Thinking: Pretty soon, it'll be time to ******** s**t up. But not soon enough... Never soon enough... Feeling: Anxious and ready to get to work, already! Let's go have some fun! "Kill you? Ha! Oh, you poor, deluded fool... I'm not just going to kill you. Oh, no. You're getting something a lot more fun than that..." "Oh, but the fun is just getting started," Robby corrected the alien girl, smirking as his eyes glinted murderously. "This part, all the talking? This is the boring part. The real fun starts when we bring the fight to them, hit them where it hurts. The best part is, we don't even have to win- we just have to hurt them often enough," he said, chuckling darkly. When Termite asked what exactly he had in mind, he laughed a hollow laugh that could give Chuck Norris the willies. Oh yes, he had an idea. And it would be grand. Fantastic. Biblical. The plan to end all plans, so beautiful in its simplicity and ease of access; the beauty was in that there was no real plan. Only a goal to work towards, to go about doing however they'd like to try. Let the Titans try to stop them. They couldn't possibly do it if they went about it their own ways.
"Bring down their ego, make them look their own mortality in the eye. Send a message," he snarled, turning towards the powerpoint. "Go after their leader. Nightwing. Don't kill him- oh, no. No, that'd make him a martyr. Give them something to fight for. No, we just have to make him fall apart at the seams. Break him down, bit by bit, hurt him like he's never been hurt before. Make him question if he's good enough to leave. Then make him question if he's good enough to live. And when he's beyond saving, when he decides he can't take it anymore... When the Titans are headless." He brought up his hands, pantomiming an explosion with what could almost have been described as a gleeful expression. Except there was nothing in that face but rage and hatred; those eyes were cold and dead, that snarl belonged more on an animal than a human boy. "We hammer the last nail. And bring their whole world crashing down around them, a pile of smoldering ashes. Burn Titan Tower to the ground. Then, leaderless and homeless... Then it won't be a fight. It will be a mercy killing.""I'm going to kill everyone you've ever loved, right in front of you. With a smile on my face. I'm going to make you beg for death. I'm not just going to kill you... I'm going to make you wish you'd never been born."
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 9:22 pm
~~~
Deathstroke
There Is No Better Hunt
~~~
Listening not just to the others around him, Deathstroke kept a close eye on the cameras. Upon hearing that Raven and Miss Martian would be leaving the Tower on patrol with Superboy, he had to smile. This was a perfect opportunity for them to strike. "I have a job for all of you. Once this patrol team leaves, I want Blackfire to follow them. You will not engage unless they turn to return to the Tower. They are a threat to Plasmus. Raven has been known for putting him to sleep, and Miss Martian possesses several powers similar to the Manhunter. She might have the same mental powers. Superboy, well, he is always a danger until we know the full extent of his powers. Scarecrow will implant canisters of fear gas into Plasmus and then we will direct him to the Tower. The sewers seem to be the best mode of transportation," he said, pulling up the Tower blueprints as well as Plasmus' container.
Looking at the knifes, Deathstroke pulled out a one and looked at it. "As for the rest of you, once Plasmus attacks, you will be watching. You will not engage, just watch. We want to study them before we do anything," he said, his eye falling on Butcher. The boy would be a problem, not seeming to play well with others. "These children are not to be underestimated. We must be careful of how we fight them." Hearing VII's suggesting to recruit, he simply nodded. "That will also be a major objective. I will take care of Ravager myself. Once Plasmus has finished his job, I will direct you to those we may be able to sway to our side," The old man could not help but smile beneath his mask at the plan put into place. "Cynder, awake Plasmus and once he is ready, send him out. I have business to attend to," Deathstroke said as he stood, putting one of the knives into his belt before walking back up to the mansion and out into the city.
((Next Post:...))
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Then The Hunt Of Man
Slade Joseph Wilson
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 9:34 pm
My fate is my own... ßlå¢k£ïrê ...so stay out of my way. KðmåñÐ'r Blackfire watched Butcher closely. This boy...she liked the way he thought. She crossed her arms over her chest, her right hand gently touching her chin and tapping it gently while he spoke. She nodded her head.
"Break bird boy's wings? We should target that which he holds most dear then."
She looked back to Slade as she said that, giving him a knowing look. He knew the most about the Titans' leader. He should know what's most dear to him, shouldn't he?
She listened quietly as Slade spoke. She rolled her eyes when he mentioned her following Raven and her little patrol party. She always got the boring jobs. She sighed, and moved her hands onto her hips. She'd take the job but she had a condition. Before Deathstroke had a chance to leave she spoke to him.
"Fine. But I'm taking him with me."
She gestured to Butcher when she mentioned taking him with her. She got no response from Slade but just shrugged her shoulders, taking his silence as a yes. She turned to Butcher and smirked, gesturing for him to follow her.
"Looks like you're coming with me, handsome. Let's go."
She turned around and walked out of the room, her hips swinging with each step she took.
((Next Post: I dunno where....)) Locale: Main base
Company: Members of the Brotherhood
Mood Bored/uninterested
Thoughts: 'Ugh...such a boring job...'
Out of Cupcakes: Stuff goes here
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xX_Yuki_Star_Xx Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 9:50 pm
Robby "The Butcher" GravesFriendly Neighborhood Psychopath Company: Looks like it's just gonna be me an' Blackfire Thinking: Hopefully this gets more interesting than it sounds Feeling: A bit curious as to why Blackfire asked for me to tag along... But mostly just ready to fight! "Kill you? Ha! Oh, you poor, deluded fool... I'm not just going to kill you. Oh, no. You're getting something a lot more fun than that..." Robby's eyebrow twitched upward as Blackfire decided to bring him along on her job. He wasn't sure how he felt about that; part of him relished the chance to watch the Titans fight, but at the same time he knew he'd probably end up running into the fray. And that'd get him in trouble with the big boss, and he didn't want that. Yet. But at the same time, this was kind of a way of telling him what to do... He liked the idea of being his own man, but there again he ran into the problem of being the group 'newbie,' so to speak. While it was true he was a relatively new member, he liked to think he'd made something of an impression in his time here. But he also knew he had to play by the rules if he wanted to climb this ladder, get a slice of this pie. When she beckoned him to follow, he could only smirk. "Sounds like a plan to me."
She was certainly interesting, Blackfire. Not just an alien, but an alien princess. And a dark, coldhearted manipulator on top of all of that. But Robby was no stranger to manipulation; in this case, being used had its own little advantage. Blackfire would come to appreciate Robby's... talents, if nothing else. Perhaps even fear him. But if he had his way, the girl would be much more useful to him in that she would side with him in the case of something going wrong with the brotherhood, internally. It was the way of things; the reason these bad-guy groups always failed. They were too busy all plotting against each other to really focus on killing the good guys. But Robby could focus on both. Robby was prepared. His contingency plans would ensure that, when the metaphorical s**t inevitably hit the fan, and it all came down in a heaping pile... He'd be on the top of that pile. That much he knew for certain. As he followed after the alien princess, he scratched at his arms. His skin was itching already from the anxiety of a fight; he was ready to murder someone. It had been far too long since he'd taken a life."I'm going to kill everyone you've ever loved, right in front of you. With a smile on my face. I'm going to make you beg for death. I'm not just going to kill you... I'm going to make you wish you'd never been born." ((Just quote me wherever! lol))
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 12:04 am
"I am Bane, I break people."  Bane looked over the presentation of each Titan silently, observing every last detail, though even he had to raise an eyebrow at the hearts around the Titan leader. As the presentation finished he listened as the others talked, noting Slade's interest in the loss of several cameras and Blackfire's desire to destroy her sister. This almost made him sigh a bit, family grudges were all well and good but they were also distracting. As the plan was set in motion and he saw more of the members of the Brotherhood he rose to his full height, " If I might make a suggestion. I have quite a few crates of Venom, something that would make even the lowest thug dangerous, so long as it is given in moderate doses. Since some of the Titans will be out on patrol I suggest we give them something different from what they're used to. I supply some of my Venom to the common thugs in the city and they cause mayhem. If we time this with Plasmus' attack on the main HQ of the Teen Titans then no doubt they will be caught between him and news of thugs with inhuman strength." Plus if Nightwing was to figure out that thugs had gotten their hands on Venom he would be aware that Bane might be in the city. With that kind of news Bane was certain the former sidekick would be more on guard and focused on tracking him down, allowing for the rest of the Brotherhood to plan for future attacks. If his plan worked then he might even have the chance to add Nightwing's name to the list of those who he has broken. That thought alone caused a dark smirk to form under his mask. He looked to the remaining villains, " And if someone does not mind passing my idea to Slade I would appreciate it. For now I'm going to check on my stock of Venom." He said before turning and walking off to his room. ((Next Post: Bane's Room))
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Grand AkumaShogun Vice Captain
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