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maskormenacelogs2016-03-29 08:15 pm
foreshadower) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-03-29 08:15 pm
Let's take a trip through the darkness in all of us
WHO: The SHADE and YOU
WHERE: All over
WHEN: When do you think
WHAT: SUPERVILLAIN THINGS
WARNINGS: Embarrassment
✹ MARCH 29TH ✹
What was one bored, immortal supervillain to do, when they woke up someplace new? There were heroes here, he'd figured out quickly -- and that was enough to tug at heartstrings that had slowly been feeling weary and aged -- too tired by the constant string of lies that came with living a dual life. But here? Shade was excited. It was a new world, new heroes -- and old ones, he'd noticed -- and that was enough for Shade -- who'd been just about to hang up his leotard and go back to his home on Paper street and just be -- well --
First, the first night, he'd stolen Faberge Eggs. It was Easter, after all. Those had been fun to stash, too. Lead the police around in a little chase, play with them, see how things went. Now? Now, days later, he found himself bored already, the thrill and burst of adrenaline from doing something wrong could only last so long, after all. He needed to do something... anything -- Something to kill the boredom that years of immortality made pale. And without a suit, well -- it took him a day to sew something up appropriate, before he made a -- well, a splash.
The clang of the alarm was loud enough that Shade had to teleport out, letting the shadows curl and squrim around him. He pulled out his comm, then, looking back at the scene behind him -- cops and security still running, while he held the device with shadows, laughing while he spoke -- before he shut it off, and went back to what he hoped was going to be an exciting endeavor out. The high-priced statue and painting he'd taken with his shadows danced while the inky black carried it around, like a tantalizing gift to be rescued. If it weren't for the cackling, shrieking shadows that seemed to rise and fall like waves from the dark pitch.
"Come now!" he said, above the whole mess, to anyone who was actually paying attention, "can anyone stop the night from coming?"
He was rusty, that was all.
✹ MARCH 31ST (LOCKED TO KASUMI) ✹
The museum at night was a dark, beautiful thing.
Silent halls, for the most part, only marred by the occational clikck of a guard's heel, or the soft beep of a security system. Shade didn't have to worry about such things, of course. That was the reason he could simply take so readily, and while... well, he certainly went out there, looting and playing, and making a damn fool of himself with those horrible lines and the dancing shadows meant to be seen, rather than simply exist. That was what nights like this were for, in the silent museum, before the rather expensive -- albeit boring -- painting. Ugh, he hated still-lifes, but...
Well, that wasn't the point, was it?
"What do you think?" he asked, his voice still low. Despite the fact that the room they were in was completely obscured and locked away by his shadows, keeping them separate from the rest of the world. It would be a simple thing, to just take, but since...they were both here, it seemed appropriate to see how someone else would deal with such a thing.
"Supposedly, the painting has a sensor that can tell when it's moved even a centimeter. Pressure sensitive to all but air. How are we supposed to get it out of here?
✹ APRIL FOOLS ✹
The problem with getting out and getting his face and name seen as a villain was the unintended side-effect. The local restaurants in Nonah -- where he'd set up shop in the lovely little home he'd... procured for himself -- knew he was the supervillain that had been terrorizing the banks and museums, and looking for someone to fight with. One of the local baristas had even gone pale at the sight of him.
God, but he missed Opal. Having a home base away from the bustle and trouble of his supervillain career. Opal had always been welcoming, he'd always been a permanent fixture. The people kenw him better through face-to-face than they did on the television. But not so here, being new, and all. He had to persuade a lovely young lady to please serve him one of her excellent espressos, please and thank you. He promised, he would even pay.
Mind, it was money that was most likely stolen.
So in his rather outlandish outfit -- he planned to loot later in the afternoon -- he sat on a sunny little porch outside a small coffee shop, and sipped at his drink, looking all the bit the refined gentleman with a penchant for food and drink that he'd always been.
✹ ANY DAY ✹
Any day, throughout the event, Shade could be found. He didn't frequent his usual haunts -- restaurants and fine establishments, libraries and places where a gentleman may engage in intelligent conversation and food. No, now he was found elsewhere, in the fronts of antique shops, museums, jewelry stores -- anything with an advertisement for something grandiose. The gem as big as one's fist at the Heropa local museum? He was there, taking that.
The painting of a woman lounging by the lake, mirthful smile? He took that.
A famous statue? It was a tasteful nude, he thought. That would look rather nice in his garden.
The shadows carted that off too -- albeit with a large swath covering the privates. Children on the streets, and all. Shade was a villain, but he wasn't a monster!
He directed it all with his cane, a grin, and every cheesy line one could think of, and he waited, practically jumping in his own skin for someone to put a stop to this whole thing -- or at least try. That was the fun in all of it, anyway. If he really wanted to just take it, he could just take, not go out of his way like this. Then again...
This was more fun.
[ If you'd like a prompt of any sort, feel free to hit me up @hundreds
WHERE: All over
WHEN: When do you think
WHAT: SUPERVILLAIN THINGS
WARNINGS: Embarrassment
✹ MARCH 29TH ✹
What was one bored, immortal supervillain to do, when they woke up someplace new? There were heroes here, he'd figured out quickly -- and that was enough to tug at heartstrings that had slowly been feeling weary and aged -- too tired by the constant string of lies that came with living a dual life. But here? Shade was excited. It was a new world, new heroes -- and old ones, he'd noticed -- and that was enough for Shade -- who'd been just about to hang up his leotard and go back to his home on Paper street and just be -- well --
First, the first night, he'd stolen Faberge Eggs. It was Easter, after all. Those had been fun to stash, too. Lead the police around in a little chase, play with them, see how things went. Now? Now, days later, he found himself bored already, the thrill and burst of adrenaline from doing something wrong could only last so long, after all. He needed to do something... anything -- Something to kill the boredom that years of immortality made pale. And without a suit, well -- it took him a day to sew something up appropriate, before he made a -- well, a splash.
The clang of the alarm was loud enough that Shade had to teleport out, letting the shadows curl and squrim around him. He pulled out his comm, then, looking back at the scene behind him -- cops and security still running, while he held the device with shadows, laughing while he spoke -- before he shut it off, and went back to what he hoped was going to be an exciting endeavor out. The high-priced statue and painting he'd taken with his shadows danced while the inky black carried it around, like a tantalizing gift to be rescued. If it weren't for the cackling, shrieking shadows that seemed to rise and fall like waves from the dark pitch.
"Come now!" he said, above the whole mess, to anyone who was actually paying attention, "can anyone stop the night from coming?"
He was rusty, that was all.
✹ MARCH 31ST (LOCKED TO KASUMI) ✹
The museum at night was a dark, beautiful thing.
Silent halls, for the most part, only marred by the occational clikck of a guard's heel, or the soft beep of a security system. Shade didn't have to worry about such things, of course. That was the reason he could simply take so readily, and while... well, he certainly went out there, looting and playing, and making a damn fool of himself with those horrible lines and the dancing shadows meant to be seen, rather than simply exist. That was what nights like this were for, in the silent museum, before the rather expensive -- albeit boring -- painting. Ugh, he hated still-lifes, but...
Well, that wasn't the point, was it?
"What do you think?" he asked, his voice still low. Despite the fact that the room they were in was completely obscured and locked away by his shadows, keeping them separate from the rest of the world. It would be a simple thing, to just take, but since...they were both here, it seemed appropriate to see how someone else would deal with such a thing.
"Supposedly, the painting has a sensor that can tell when it's moved even a centimeter. Pressure sensitive to all but air. How are we supposed to get it out of here?
✹ APRIL FOOLS ✹
The problem with getting out and getting his face and name seen as a villain was the unintended side-effect. The local restaurants in Nonah -- where he'd set up shop in the lovely little home he'd... procured for himself -- knew he was the supervillain that had been terrorizing the banks and museums, and looking for someone to fight with. One of the local baristas had even gone pale at the sight of him.
God, but he missed Opal. Having a home base away from the bustle and trouble of his supervillain career. Opal had always been welcoming, he'd always been a permanent fixture. The people kenw him better through face-to-face than they did on the television. But not so here, being new, and all. He had to persuade a lovely young lady to please serve him one of her excellent espressos, please and thank you. He promised, he would even pay.
Mind, it was money that was most likely stolen.
So in his rather outlandish outfit -- he planned to loot later in the afternoon -- he sat on a sunny little porch outside a small coffee shop, and sipped at his drink, looking all the bit the refined gentleman with a penchant for food and drink that he'd always been.
✹ ANY DAY ✹
Any day, throughout the event, Shade could be found. He didn't frequent his usual haunts -- restaurants and fine establishments, libraries and places where a gentleman may engage in intelligent conversation and food. No, now he was found elsewhere, in the fronts of antique shops, museums, jewelry stores -- anything with an advertisement for something grandiose. The gem as big as one's fist at the Heropa local museum? He was there, taking that.
The painting of a woman lounging by the lake, mirthful smile? He took that.
A famous statue? It was a tasteful nude, he thought. That would look rather nice in his garden.
The shadows carted that off too -- albeit with a large swath covering the privates. Children on the streets, and all. Shade was a villain, but he wasn't a monster!
He directed it all with his cane, a grin, and every cheesy line one could think of, and he waited, practically jumping in his own skin for someone to put a stop to this whole thing -- or at least try. That was the fun in all of it, anyway. If he really wanted to just take it, he could just take, not go out of his way like this. Then again...
This was more fun.
[ If you'd like a prompt of any sort, feel free to hit me up @
hundreds