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maskormenacelogs2016-11-13 11:01 pm
sidecars) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-11-13 11:01 pm
Entry tags:
- † daryl dixon | the angel,
- † dorian gray | n/a,
- † elliot alderson | mr robot,
- † flynn scifo | n/a,
- † haen hithiel | chatterbug,
- † jacob taylor | the protector,
- † kyle conlen | red hot,
- † magicman | n/a,
- † mako mori | n/a,
- † motoko kusanagi | the major,
- † richie foley | gear,
- † rita mordio | n/a,
- † skeets | n/a,
- † thaddeus 'rusty' venture | doc,
- † yuichiro hyakuya | n/a
I Wish I Had a Castle in the Sky ( OPEN )
WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: All over America
WHEN: Nov. 14th-24th
WHAT: The Cosmic Cube is creating multiple realities for all the imPorts. Where are these "universes" coming from and who is wielding it? Are you strong enough to withstand the temptation of a new reality and thwart this misguided attempt at happiness?
WARNINGS: N/A
Hey, Davis! Did you move anything? I've got that Barnes kid's stuff logged. [ He has a digital tablet propped up on a clean, steel table full of plastic bags and baskets filled the different paraphernalia. It's rather reminiscent to an experience in the American security line at the airport. One such basket belongs to James Buchanan Barnes. ] Think something's missing. Says six item's logged, but only—Davis?
[ The man was right there a second ago, wasn't he? Looking around there's no signs John Davis had been there at all, except for in his memory. Shit, has he been talking to himself this whole time? Well, it isn't anything important. The string bean isn't going to miss one dumb little paperweight or whatever it was.
Little does he know just how powerful it is... ]
[ John spares no time or energy leaving Cap Canaveral. He doesn't even put up his cleaning cart before he's zipping through security at the blink of an eye. People've been calling him crazy for so long it's isolated him from the regular rhythm of society, but it's all been worth it for this chance. He will be a hero finally, just like the rest of the imPorts he idolizes. People will start to think twice about him and everyone else with powers. They will have the rights they need to protect this country and keep the Commies out.
This is the energy driving him to hold a dangerous item in his possession. He doesn't know a whole lot about it, only what he's gleaned from gossip rags and conspiracy theory websites. But it's worth the chance to find himself in prison, or worse. In the security of his lonely little apartment he holds the Cube in his hands as it pours out tremendous power. Without words it becomes in tune with his inner self and his wishes. It feeds off of it to create something more than itself. In his world imPorts will have just what they want, whatever it is, however contradictory.
But in truth, what good can come out of a thief too wrapped up in his own fantasies? That is no hero, and John cannot truly control the power he is playing with. As it feeds, the air around him turns hot—too hot to even breath. It's like the oxygen is burning up before it reaches his lungs. The world around him begins to fade as he holds on for dear life, but in the end his consciousness is snuffed out; a small sacrifice for a new world. ]
WHERE: All over America
WHEN: Nov. 14th-24th
WHAT: The Cosmic Cube is creating multiple realities for all the imPorts. Where are these "universes" coming from and who is wielding it? Are you strong enough to withstand the temptation of a new reality and thwart this misguided attempt at happiness?
WARNINGS: N/A
Hey, Davis! Did you move anything? I've got that Barnes kid's stuff logged. [ He has a digital tablet propped up on a clean, steel table full of plastic bags and baskets filled the different paraphernalia. It's rather reminiscent to an experience in the American security line at the airport. One such basket belongs to James Buchanan Barnes. ] Think something's missing. Says six item's logged, but only—Davis?
[ The man was right there a second ago, wasn't he? Looking around there's no signs John Davis had been there at all, except for in his memory. Shit, has he been talking to himself this whole time? Well, it isn't anything important. The string bean isn't going to miss one dumb little paperweight or whatever it was.
Little does he know just how powerful it is... ]
[ John spares no time or energy leaving Cap Canaveral. He doesn't even put up his cleaning cart before he's zipping through security at the blink of an eye. People've been calling him crazy for so long it's isolated him from the regular rhythm of society, but it's all been worth it for this chance. He will be a hero finally, just like the rest of the imPorts he idolizes. People will start to think twice about him and everyone else with powers. They will have the rights they need to protect this country and keep the Commies out.
This is the energy driving him to hold a dangerous item in his possession. He doesn't know a whole lot about it, only what he's gleaned from gossip rags and conspiracy theory websites. But it's worth the chance to find himself in prison, or worse. In the security of his lonely little apartment he holds the Cube in his hands as it pours out tremendous power. Without words it becomes in tune with his inner self and his wishes. It feeds off of it to create something more than itself. In his world imPorts will have just what they want, whatever it is, however contradictory.
But in truth, what good can come out of a thief too wrapped up in his own fantasies? That is no hero, and John cannot truly control the power he is playing with. As it feeds, the air around him turns hot—too hot to even breath. It's like the oxygen is burning up before it reaches his lungs. The world around him begins to fade as he holds on for dear life, but in the end his consciousness is snuffed out; a small sacrifice for a new world. ]
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[He's a Silver Age scientist, so by God, he's going to talk like one. He looks up at the sky, then around himself, bewildered as can be, but not quailing in the face of danger, no, not Thaddeus Venture. With superscience comes a particular sort of courage. Science is the key to everything, and as long as he has his wits about him, nothing can frighten him!]
That's not a normal sunset. Who are you, and what have you done? Out with you, villain!
[Which is not how he normally talks, and although there's nobody around to notice it, it's exactly the way his father does. That's one shadow he'll never escape from.]
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[ Says the disembodied voice of the villain who'd kidnapped the Superscientsit.
Just because he could ask didn't mean Shade was particularly keen on stepping out. Not yet, and not without setting the stage. After all, true villainy was eight parts presentation, and two parts actual action. He'd done the action, now time for the presentation. The shadows slithered by Rusty, against his leg, against an arm, like sinuous, slippery things -- he could certainly reach out to grab one -- and it would work until it burst into shadow-fabric in his hands. ]
But why in such a rush? Perhaps you should enjoy your time in the solitude, yes?
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[His voice booms, very satisfactorily, again sounding eerily like Jonas Venture's own voice. It's all in his chest.]
But no super-scientist ventures forwards unprepared. I suppose you're another enemy of the Venture family, doubtlessly jealous of the treasures we've amassed through wit and intellect alone. [Which is to say, he reaches into his pocket and whips out a needlessly complicated looking flashlight. He shines it 'round, seeing whether or not it can cut through the dark.]
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A living room.
A very expensive living room. In a mansion, obviously. But it's not Rusty's. The blue roses on a table are rather obviously an anomaly. ]
Oh, I'm an enemy of a great many people, actually. Yours just seems so... interesting, if you must know.
[ The flashlight finally found the villain, sitting in a chair, an open book in one hand, and a glass in another. ] Something to drink?
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I'm afraid you won't have anything that'll suit my tastes. [And yes, italics are compulsory for him.] If you wanted to have a good, scientific discussion with me, you realize that you could have simply asked?
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[ He said, affronted. Like that was to be suspect? He even held a hand to his chest, before he settled back in, and sipped his drink. It was Absinthe, because he was that kind of pretentious. ]
But if you must know, I've kidnapped you to give everyone a touch of a scare, not debate science. I'm afraid I'm rubbish at those sorts of things, now literature...
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[He's dedicated to this universe, sure, but Rusty in every universe knows the trappings of the genre he's in. More than that, he and the rest of Team Venture have always been committed to a bit.]
I assume you're henching me, anyway. That is what this is, yes?
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Well, let's just say I got my powers through... a mystic accident. [ he leaned forward, slyly. ] If you ever invent a time-machine, I wouldn't recommend visiting Dickens and taking any offers to investigate the occult. Particularly if there is alcohol involved.
It ends rather poorly. Particularly when there are cults.
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[He looks around, then takes a seat across the Shade, evidently making himself comfortable here in wherever this place is. This version of Rusty is far more interested in others, and yes, far more brave than any other version one might meet.] I must admit, while my archaeology skills are rather, aha, rusty, I've got something of a fascination with studying ancient cultures as well. It seems that you, my good sir, have an excellent story to tell.
So do tell, before I go back there and see it for myself.