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evilopportunityemployer) wrote2019-04-25 07:38 pm
evilopportunityemployer) wrote2019-04-25 07:38 pm
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[Jack's been having A Time. Ever since those wishscapes...he just hasn't been quite himself. Lots of time locked in his lab or his workshop, lots of time ranting to his raccoon, lots of time at the Red Room getting human and smashed. And lots of time idly entertaining new and interesting ways to kill people.]
[But he's too social a creature to just keep all his thoughts to himself. Besides, he has some questions that maybe some of his buddies are better equipped to answer. Which is why Black Hat gets a text mail alert at ass o'clock at night.]
hey do u think if u stuffed a dude full of really dry hay n grass n reely flammable shit n then tied him out liek on top of a mountin in the middle of summer undr a glass lens, he'd burst in2 flames?
[But he's too social a creature to just keep all his thoughts to himself. Besides, he has some questions that maybe some of his buddies are better equipped to answer. Which is why Black Hat gets a text mail alert at ass o'clock at night.]
hey do u think if u stuffed a dude full of really dry hay n grass n reely flammable shit n then tied him out liek on top of a mountin in the middle of summer undr a glass lens, he'd burst in2 flames?
[Fortunately, Black Hat has been awake for a few minutes, roused from his sleep by the discomfort of old bandages wrapped around raw skin. He's in the midst of peeling them off gingerly, allowing the flesh a chance to air, when he notices the new message alert. Fumbling with the technology and cursing quietly so as not to awaken the minions, he manages to open his inbox and puzzle out who is messaging him.
He takes a moment longer to parse what he's seeing on the screen - somehow, the text is even more atrocious than Demencia's.]
I haven't established consultation hours yet, but I suppose I can make an exception for this.
[Normally he'd charge for his time, but the question is so minor and the distraction from his current pains is welcome.]
In the manner of a child with an ant and a magnifying glass, I take it.
Are you stuffing the grass in his clothes and igniting that, or force-feeding it to him?
[Very important distinction there.]
He takes a moment longer to parse what he's seeing on the screen - somehow, the text is even more atrocious than Demencia's.]
I haven't established consultation hours yet, but I suppose I can make an exception for this.
[Normally he'd charge for his time, but the question is so minor and the distraction from his current pains is welcome.]
In the manner of a child with an ant and a magnifying glass, I take it.
Are you stuffing the grass in his clothes and igniting that, or force-feeding it to him?
[Very important distinction there.]
This is the right address for Black Hat, isn't it?
Are you available to answer a few questions?
Are you available to answer a few questions?
That depends on what your business is. Who are you?
There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!
Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!
Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!
[What.]
Rick. What is this?
Are you threatening me?
Rick. What is this?
Are you threatening me?
yo bh, u got sum time 4 a meeting 2 c wut we can get up n running by the holiday? ben doing sum major work.
But of course. I've been meaning to discuss the matter with you in person - where shall we meet?
Late November, following the poacher investigation [In person/BHO apartment]
fightorflug
2019-12-03 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
"That should about cover it."
[Flug exhales, moving to close up the laptop, the movement taking far more out of the spider than it should. Lucidity and wakefulness have come and gone the better half of the week since Black Hat retrieved him. His dehydrated legs remain bunched up by his side but a little more color is returning to his pallid complexion, not that anyone other than those with a keen eye would notice with how little skin he showed. At least the doctor was finally catching up on sleep.]
"Anything else you wanted to say, handsome boss? They're requesting an eventual meetup; a bar one of the informant's run. I already know the location, I've been there before."
[Flug exhales, moving to close up the laptop, the movement taking far more out of the spider than it should. Lucidity and wakefulness have come and gone the better half of the week since Black Hat retrieved him. His dehydrated legs remain bunched up by his side but a little more color is returning to his pallid complexion, not that anyone other than those with a keen eye would notice with how little skin he showed. At least the doctor was finally catching up on sleep.]
"Anything else you wanted to say, handsome boss? They're requesting an eventual meetup; a bar one of the informant's run. I already know the location, I've been there before."
[For his part, Black Hat has his back to Flug, staring out the window at the cold autumn weather. Every now and then a spark of fire erupts in his hand, growing in intensity before snuffing itself out. He needs to assure himself he's in control again, that the last vestiges of whatever chemical the traitors had concocted were truly gone.]
That will be all.
[Fwoosh. Another flame is born, flares, and dies, and Black Hat spins on his heel, approaching Flug.]
What is your assessment of these monsters, doctor? Are they willing to take extreme measures? Would going to this meeting be worth our time?
[Can we rope them into a murder crusade against all who dared to cross the BHO?]
That will be all.
[Fwoosh. Another flame is born, flares, and dies, and Black Hat spins on his heel, approaching Flug.]
What is your assessment of these monsters, doctor? Are they willing to take extreme measures? Would going to this meeting be worth our time?
[Can we rope them into a murder crusade against all who dared to cross the BHO?]
Hello, Earphone Jack.
You've certainly seen a lot already. He reads like an open book when needled properly. A zealot, obsessed with his god and his image, who can't stand the slightest matter out of his control. And as a lich, he's must vulnerable when he feeds. He needs his heart nearby to eat.
[That she's come to him for this information is very good. A hero in training she might be, but only in training. There have been further falls in the past. And she, somehow, hasn't caught on to his true nature.
Besides, they are agreed on one thing - it is disappointing how Aunamee won't even own up to being evil.]
As for your music request - we shall see how well you learn before setting anything further in stone. This evening, around 8pm. Be prompt.
[Attached is the address for the admittedly small apartment BHO has been staying at - he's willing to part with it only now because of far bigger plans in store.
And, well, her riling of Aunamee can't go unrewarded, now can it?]
You've certainly seen a lot already. He reads like an open book when needled properly. A zealot, obsessed with his god and his image, who can't stand the slightest matter out of his control. And as a lich, he's must vulnerable when he feeds. He needs his heart nearby to eat.
[That she's come to him for this information is very good. A hero in training she might be, but only in training. There have been further falls in the past. And she, somehow, hasn't caught on to his true nature.
Besides, they are agreed on one thing - it is disappointing how Aunamee won't even own up to being evil.]
As for your music request - we shall see how well you learn before setting anything further in stone. This evening, around 8pm. Be prompt.
[Attached is the address for the admittedly small apartment BHO has been staying at - he's willing to part with it only now because of far bigger plans in store.
And, well, her riling of Aunamee can't go unrewarded, now can it?]
Edited 2020-01-10 21:53 (UTC)
[Feat. The panicked minion because more than one monster lives here~]
fightorflug
- 2020-01-10 22:51 (UTC) - Expand[It was a week after their additional 'hired' help had left, a few days after the quarantine had been lifted and they could resupply at last. With no further distractions-- and no shortage of caffeine-- Dr. Flug pushed through the last of the build into the early hours of dawn, surveying the project with an old manic gleam in his eye; one that hasn't been present in a long, long while.]
"Hm, hm. Now let's see... the Wise-Disguise, Skin-sifter, or Match-O'matic..."
[One never could turn off the marketing side of their brain. Flug pulls a lever, a satisfying click and whirl signifying that all systems are go. They had done it! They had built their own Disguise Machine. Sure theirs didn't match the blueprint to a t; it was better. Flug was confident, even if they were not the first team to finish theirs, this would print faster, with better quality, last longer-- and for their plan, quality mattered now more than ever.
Flug turns back to see if his boss was watching. It was time.]
"Sir? It's ready."
"Hm, hm. Now let's see... the Wise-Disguise, Skin-sifter, or Match-O'matic..."
[One never could turn off the marketing side of their brain. Flug pulls a lever, a satisfying click and whirl signifying that all systems are go. They had done it! They had built their own Disguise Machine. Sure theirs didn't match the blueprint to a t; it was better. Flug was confident, even if they were not the first team to finish theirs, this would print faster, with better quality, last longer-- and for their plan, quality mattered now more than ever.
Flug turns back to see if his boss was watching. It was time.]
"Sir? It's ready."
[At last. The culmination of days of work. Soon, they'll have tangible success in their hands, the sort of thing that can be sold for profit and to fund more nefarious schemes in the days to come. And that doesn’t scrape the surface of what they can do with this device.]
Wonderful.
[Black Hat steps forward, hands folded behind his back.]
Now then, what shall we create first? A facsimile of a local celebrity? Some wicked implement to further our dastardly deeds?
[He cracks a toothy grin at Flug.]
Perhaps we could do something about that face of yours, hm?
[A joke! What a hoot!]
What do you think, Dr. Flug?
Wonderful.
[Black Hat steps forward, hands folded behind his back.]
Now then, what shall we create first? A facsimile of a local celebrity? Some wicked implement to further our dastardly deeds?
[He cracks a toothy grin at Flug.]
Perhaps we could do something about that face of yours, hm?
[A joke! What a hoot!]
What do you think, Dr. Flug?
"Well that went …" [Crazy? Disastrous? Terrible but not as bad it could have been?] "...productively." [Flug decides, walking forward to unlock the lair's entrance for his boss. Ah, home sweet home!
Okay, so it didn't go as swimmingly as Jiro had likely hoped but in the end they secured an alliance, mostly, and all parties went home with the minimal amount of injuries and deaths. It was a start. A strange endeavour, considering their stances on morality but ultimately a smart one, Flug was proud Black Hat was smart enough to see the advantages it brought without his ego blinding him.
And it had been so good to see that old spark ignite in Black Hat again! Even if it had been unexpected, that trademark mischievous grin of his had been absent for far too long. The doctor had been getting worried.]
"Not the most skilled bunch, maybe."
[Some of their old clients were hardly the sharpest knives in the box. Flug hangs up his coat, automatically assisting Black Hat in his own domestic rituals]
"But it will be good to extend our reach a little more through them."
[Maybe now with that squared away things could return to how they were before. Those blissful two weeks prior to that awful tree growing into their lives.]
"Get back on track…"
Okay, so it didn't go as swimmingly as Jiro had likely hoped but in the end they secured an alliance, mostly, and all parties went home with the minimal amount of injuries and deaths. It was a start. A strange endeavour, considering their stances on morality but ultimately a smart one, Flug was proud Black Hat was smart enough to see the advantages it brought without his ego blinding him.
And it had been so good to see that old spark ignite in Black Hat again! Even if it had been unexpected, that trademark mischievous grin of his had been absent for far too long. The doctor had been getting worried.]
"Not the most skilled bunch, maybe."
[Some of their old clients were hardly the sharpest knives in the box. Flug hangs up his coat, automatically assisting Black Hat in his own domestic rituals]
"But it will be good to extend our reach a little more through them."
[Maybe now with that squared away things could return to how they were before. Those blissful two weeks prior to that awful tree growing into their lives.]
"Get back on track…"
[The meeting had proven to be quite the distraction from his current rut, in particular the way he had been able to establish himself as a real danger so easily. Of course he was able to do that, he's Black Hat, the vilest monstrosity in the multiverse! Master of the impossible, now subjected to his own impossibilities.
Black Hat's mood is a fickle thing on the best of days, and though he certainly delighted in his intimidation displays, the end result of the meeting is that he and Flug now find themselves in an alliance of sorts with heroes. It's the smart thing, of course; use impressionable youngsters for his own ends - but that they call themselves heroes, have been trained in the art like he would teach up and coming villains, puts a strange wrongness in his gut. He doesn't form those sorts of agreements. And now he has.
Just as he doesn't die. And now he has.
The journey back to their lair has seen him wallow in these thoughts, diving deeper the closer they get. Aside from this meeting, he has barely set foot outside it since his return to life, so back into the abyss he steps.]
Of course. [The odd, flat tone that has plagued him for the last week creeps back into his voice. When his coat is removed, he hands it over without a word of warning as to how it should be treated, not even a tease of mangling.] I'll be in my quarters. You will work with the... the oil some more.
[Black Hat may have missed the underlying intention in Flug's words. He doesn't wait for elaboration, either - whatever spark ignited earlier that day has been covered up again, and Black Hat is gone in a flash of flame.]
Black Hat's mood is a fickle thing on the best of days, and though he certainly delighted in his intimidation displays, the end result of the meeting is that he and Flug now find themselves in an alliance of sorts with heroes. It's the smart thing, of course; use impressionable youngsters for his own ends - but that they call themselves heroes, have been trained in the art like he would teach up and coming villains, puts a strange wrongness in his gut. He doesn't form those sorts of agreements. And now he has.
Just as he doesn't die. And now he has.
The journey back to their lair has seen him wallow in these thoughts, diving deeper the closer they get. Aside from this meeting, he has barely set foot outside it since his return to life, so back into the abyss he steps.]
Of course. [The odd, flat tone that has plagued him for the last week creeps back into his voice. When his coat is removed, he hands it over without a word of warning as to how it should be treated, not even a tease of mangling.] I'll be in my quarters. You will work with the... the oil some more.
[Black Hat may have missed the underlying intention in Flug's words. He doesn't wait for elaboration, either - whatever spark ignited earlier that day has been covered up again, and Black Hat is gone in a flash of flame.]
[Jiro had set about messaging Flug a few times today; it hasn't been a lot of messages, but a fair amount.
The party's not until May, so it isn't urgent she gets ahold of him... but it doesn't feel right that someone like Flug wouldn't answer even later into the day.
She can't help the weird feeling in her hollow gut... so she hits up her next best bet for getting in touch with the doctor she's got: Black Hat himself.]
hey uh sorry for hitting you up out of the blue
but is flug doing okay?
i tried messaging him earlier today but he hasn't gotten back to me, feels a little weird for a guy like him
The party's not until May, so it isn't urgent she gets ahold of him... but it doesn't feel right that someone like Flug wouldn't answer even later into the day.
She can't help the weird feeling in her hollow gut... so she hits up her next best bet for getting in touch with the doctor she's got: Black Hat himself.]
hey uh sorry for hitting you up out of the blue
but is flug doing okay?
i tried messaging him earlier today but he hasn't gotten back to me, feels a little weird for a guy like him
[Black Hat's killed accidentally before. He's killed bed mates as well, and the two aren't even mutually exclusive. But this. This is the first time he's had a greater response to it beyond a shrug and a bit of annoyance at how fragile mortals can be.
For a little over a day he's managed to mostly ignore the empty shell of an arachne now propped up awkwardly in the dining area, a vacant reminder of his idiocy from the last week. No one can know of this, he's resolved - it must stay under wraps. Getting a message from Jiro is last thing he wanted to have happen.
He'd ignore it, but no doubt the girl would come poking around, and then he'd have to rearrange the wires that make up her guts as warning, and then when Flug returns (he will return) that'll be just another thorn in Black Hat's side because the spider is so bloody fond of her.]
He's fine. He's on vacation.
[It takes about two seconds after he hits send for Black Hat to pinch the gap between his eyes and curse himself for a fool for the umpteenth time. Vacation? Really?
Maybe that'll be enough, if he's lucky.]
For a little over a day he's managed to mostly ignore the empty shell of an arachne now propped up awkwardly in the dining area, a vacant reminder of his idiocy from the last week. No one can know of this, he's resolved - it must stay under wraps. Getting a message from Jiro is last thing he wanted to have happen.
He'd ignore it, but no doubt the girl would come poking around, and then he'd have to rearrange the wires that make up her guts as warning, and then when Flug returns (he will return) that'll be just another thorn in Black Hat's side because the spider is so bloody fond of her.]
He's fine. He's on vacation.
[It takes about two seconds after he hits send for Black Hat to pinch the gap between his eyes and curse himself for a fool for the umpteenth time. Vacation? Really?
Maybe that'll be enough, if he's lucky.]
[Jiro he's still trying to decipher that huge update network post you can't just unload this on him]
This must have taken you quite some time.
This must have taken you quite some time.
[The journey back from Brasa is a long one but eventually Black Hat and Flug make it home with a surprise guest (and unbeknownst to them, soon to be three more) in tow. Once Demencia is settled in and in the throes of a deep sleep, a bleary eyed Flug makes his way to the lounge area.
Of course an equally sleepless Black Hat is already there. They both know what this is about.
Very carefully and gently, Flug makes sure the door behind them both is closed before gripping his face in hushed panic!]
"She is going to kill me!!"
Of course an equally sleepless Black Hat is already there. They both know what this is about.
Very carefully and gently, Flug makes sure the door behind them both is closed before gripping his face in hushed panic!]
"She is going to kill me!!"
[The lounge area has become something of a second living quarters for the two of them, what with the addition of a 'hide' large enough to fit two large snakes and a heat lamp. Normally for the both of them, a source of security and comfort (if reluctantly so on Black Hat's part), it's no surprise they'd end up here to discuss the... newly arisen problem.
Black Hat might be wearing a bit of a path in the floor if he keeps up his slithering pacing, looping around and around while rolling the problem over in his head. Flug's arrival makes him whip his head up, and then race over to clamp a hand over his cloth-covered mouth.]
Shut up! If she hears you...!
[He hisses. His voice is a bit higher than its normal pitch, strained and stressed. This wasn't expected, they didn't plan for this, they are off the map and he has to come up with a plan...!]
Black Hat might be wearing a bit of a path in the floor if he keeps up his slithering pacing, looping around and around while rolling the problem over in his head. Flug's arrival makes him whip his head up, and then race over to clamp a hand over his cloth-covered mouth.]
Shut up! If she hears you...!
[He hisses. His voice is a bit higher than its normal pitch, strained and stressed. This wasn't expected, they didn't plan for this, they are off the map and he has to come up with a plan...!]
Edited 2020-06-13 18:31 (UTC)
[< unknown user > has sent a video. Press to view? >]
"Hello boss.
It's me. It's Flug. Uh. Checking in."
[Indeed it is. His bag has seen better days and his coat is practically dyed pink, the quality of the video is intensely shoddy, poor lighting barely conveying the backdrop to be that of some interior of a house, but there is no mistaking that this is in fact, Black Hat's inventor.]
"Sorry I know you don't like video. This keyboard doesn't really work. I kind of broke all the keys when I bashed it- Anyway I wanted you to know that I- I am alive, sir.
I'm trying to get home but there have been some.. complications.]
"Hello boss.
It's me. It's Flug. Uh. Checking in."
[Indeed it is. His bag has seen better days and his coat is practically dyed pink, the quality of the video is intensely shoddy, poor lighting barely conveying the backdrop to be that of some interior of a house, but there is no mistaking that this is in fact, Black Hat's inventor.]
"Sorry I know you don't like video. This keyboard doesn't really work. I kind of broke all the keys when I bashed it- Anyway I wanted you to know that I- I am alive, sir.
I'm trying to get home but there have been some.. complications.]
Back at the Lair [Morning of 9/23 after Truthsayer Event]
fightorflug
2020-09-25 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[The door to the BHO lair flaps open, hanging ajar ominously and greeting Flug with the sight of broken security precautions as well as a growing sense of dread. He should have tried to come back quicker. Maybe he wouldn't win the fight when Demencia inevitably followed but at least some of his precious experiments and equipment might have survived. Is there anything left?
The text Flug had recieved sounded a lot more like the Black Hat Flug knew. When the scientist found the summons to return, he didn't delay-- only now as he stares down the ominous unlit halls does the old familiar fear of delivering bad news start to eat away at his nerves. Unless he's read too much into this and the gooey-eyed imposter is still around. Somehow that's worse.]
"I, uh, I'm back, Mr. Black Hat."
[He peeks about meekly, taking note of the various acts of vandalism his feral co-worker left in her wake before seemingly storming off.]
"Sir..?"
[Hm. He doesn't see his boss in his typical chair. Maybe the kitchen..?]
The text Flug had recieved sounded a lot more like the Black Hat Flug knew. When the scientist found the summons to return, he didn't delay-- only now as he stares down the ominous unlit halls does the old familiar fear of delivering bad news start to eat away at his nerves. Unless he's read too much into this and the gooey-eyed imposter is still around. Somehow that's worse.]
"I, uh, I'm back, Mr. Black Hat."
[He peeks about meekly, taking note of the various acts of vandalism his feral co-worker left in her wake before seemingly storming off.]
"Sir..?"
[Hm. He doesn't see his boss in his typical chair. Maybe the kitchen..?]
[The kitchen is likewise devoid of any demons, but on the table sits a laptop, its screen displaying a particular network conversation. The chair is overturned, as though the occupant leapt up in a hurry, and knocked to the side. And most alarming of all, there's a black liquid of some sort, spattered in drops on the table and floor.
Upon closer inspection, the opposite doorway has deep claw marks on it as well, as if someone dug into the doorframe to support his weight. Beyond that, there's no sign of anything.
After a moment, though, there is a sound - a distant crashing noise, of something being knocked off a counter to the tile floor below.
Black Hat is currently saying his prayers to the porcelain god as his body rejects a week's worth of goodness. Another convulsion, and his wing slams against the glass of the shower door, shattering it.]
Upon closer inspection, the opposite doorway has deep claw marks on it as well, as if someone dug into the doorframe to support his weight. Beyond that, there's no sign of anything.
After a moment, though, there is a sound - a distant crashing noise, of something being knocked off a counter to the tile floor below.
Black Hat is currently saying his prayers to the porcelain god as his body rejects a week's worth of goodness. Another convulsion, and his wing slams against the glass of the shower door, shattering it.]
just assume all previous cws still apply going forward
evilopportunityemployer
- 2020-09-26 05:26 (UTC) - Expand[ Throughout the day, under different usernames (except Demencia's usual handle, of course), Black Hat will get the same message in his inbox: ]
There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!
Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!
There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!
Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!
[After the fifth or sixth copy comes in, Black Hat snaps.]
I WILL FIND YOU AND I WILL MAKE THE THREAT IN THIS LETTER SEEM A DREAM IN COMPARISON TO WHAT I'LL DO TO YOU
I WILL FIND YOU AND I WILL MAKE THE THREAT IN THIS LETTER SEEM A DREAM IN COMPARISON TO WHAT I'LL DO TO YOU
Edited 2020-10-01 19:33 (UTC)
What kind of details are we talking here?
[ Look, he's also sus. ]
[ Look, he's also sus. ]
[Being sus is a wise choice indeed.]
The various other talents a demon possesses beyond mere possession. Have you played with fire, yet? You'll find it's not just snapping your fingers to summon a fireball.
The various other talents a demon possesses beyond mere possession. Have you played with fire, yet? You'll find it's not just snapping your fingers to summon a fireball.
so, about that weird post on the network...
4/F - god stuff, obviously
KAEO - keep an eye on
DGW - something about their status as a doctor
and some guesses, take these with a grain of salt:
Po - could mean "Potential" or denotes someone they think isn't a threat
NeGu - either "Needs Guidance" or might mean they're missing information
WKIN - no goddamn clue what it could stand for, but it might indicate someone they think IS a threat
it's not much, but i thought you'd find it interesting.
4/F - god stuff, obviously
KAEO - keep an eye on
DGW - something about their status as a doctor
and some guesses, take these with a grain of salt:
Po - could mean "Potential" or denotes someone they think isn't a threat
NeGu - either "Needs Guidance" or might mean they're missing information
WKIN - no goddamn clue what it could stand for, but it might indicate someone they think IS a threat
it's not much, but i thought you'd find it interesting.
[A few minutes later, Jiro will receive a message in her own inbox.]
Very good work, Miss Jiro. The 4 and F are obvious enough, given who they're attached to, and the others are good deductions. You were on the list as NeGu - I take it you're familiar with our friend the cellist?
Very good work, Miss Jiro. The 4 and F are obvious enough, given who they're attached to, and the others are good deductions. You were on the list as NeGu - I take it you're familiar with our friend the cellist?
Black Hat doesn't seem like the Christmas-ing type, but Virgil tends to want to stay on his good side so he gets a gift anyway, a new sleek black tie made of fireproof material
This is your OFFICIAL notification that the monster pinup calendar photoshoot has been delayed to January 18th, owing to blizzards, burning, alien flesh parasites, and death. Sorry for the short notice, but your friendly neighborhood organizers were trapped in a death hotel, so. Deal with it.
In the meantime, this gives YOU more time to think about the shoot! As you're a Demon, your calendar month will be October, with the theme of Halloween. Your fellow monsters are JOJO and Archmage on the Network; so maybe give them a holler, and see what you can cook up! And oh, all RIGHT, you've got Halloween, bust out some Jack the Ripper if you really want to.
If you have any questions or concerns, or if you died and need to be excused, let us know.
- Harley Quinn
In the meantime, this gives YOU more time to think about the shoot! As you're a Demon, your calendar month will be October, with the theme of Halloween. Your fellow monsters are JOJO and Archmage on the Network; so maybe give them a holler, and see what you can cook up! And oh, all RIGHT, you've got Halloween, bust out some Jack the Ripper if you really want to.
If you have any questions or concerns, or if you died and need to be excused, let us know.
- Harley Quinn
The people here are largely useless in the giving of advice.
How did you adjust to being human. I've quickly realized the miserable bare minimum of maintaining this body is leaving me without strength. I cannot sit by in this apartment sleeping and waiting for my power to return for a month.
How did you adjust to being human. I've quickly realized the miserable bare minimum of maintaining this body is leaving me without strength. I cannot sit by in this apartment sleeping and waiting for my power to return for a month.
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[Well isn't this an interesting message to pop up. It's not hard to figure out who this is.]
Nosferatu, correct? [That's absolutely his name.]
I didn't.
[Black Hat doesn't care to recall his first month on the Ryslig peninsula. It was an exercise in humiliation all around, the less said about it the better. But, well, if he's going to butter up this potential tool, he'll have to play at friendliness.]
I ate, I slept, I tended to the body's needs as they arose, and I had my minions.
Nosferatu, correct? [That's absolutely his name.]
I didn't.
[Black Hat doesn't care to recall his first month on the Ryslig peninsula. It was an exercise in humiliation all around, the less said about it the better. But, well, if he's going to butter up this potential tool, he'll have to play at friendliness.]
I ate, I slept, I tended to the body's needs as they arose, and I had my minions.
[It broke; it broke; it was a fog night and it broke. His neighbors are going to be ravenous and he’s menu item #1. Flug has to get out of here and get out of here now! But where to go? Hiding with a monster will be too dangerous but humans will suspect he is a creature himself breaking in to feast on them, even with a busted disguise! His luck has finally run out tonight. There’s no escape. And then…
Then he was here. Awake, on a bed. Back at the lair. HIS evil lair. Flug can’t help it. He laughs.]
“I KNEW IT!” [He cackles and springs from the mattress, whirling around with his perfectly working spider legs and the swish of his lab coat. That’s right, THIS is who he is! Doctor Flugslys certified mad Scientist and evil villain genius extraordinaire! And like a real genius he immediately reaches for his face and accidentally pokes one of his extra eyes. Ouch! Yup! They’re real. In your FACE people who didn’t exist!! And speaking of things that are real--]
“I knew it! I knew it was real, I knew I—AHH!!!”
[He shrieks at the inevitable appearance of a certain demon, no doubt hearing the commotion. No offense Black Hat. It’s. Just a lot to see you.]
“They tried to tell me that you weren’t, but I knew— I.”
[He takes a second to catch his breath and just… revere.]
“I knew.”
Then he was here. Awake, on a bed. Back at the lair. HIS evil lair. Flug can’t help it. He laughs.]
“I KNEW IT!” [He cackles and springs from the mattress, whirling around with his perfectly working spider legs and the swish of his lab coat. That’s right, THIS is who he is! Doctor Flugslys certified mad Scientist and evil villain genius extraordinaire! And like a real genius he immediately reaches for his face and accidentally pokes one of his extra eyes. Ouch! Yup! They’re real. In your FACE people who didn’t exist!! And speaking of things that are real--]
“I knew it! I knew it was real, I knew I—AHH!!!”
[He shrieks at the inevitable appearance of a certain demon, no doubt hearing the commotion. No offense Black Hat. It’s. Just a lot to see you.]
“They tried to tell me that you weren’t, but I knew— I.”
[He takes a second to catch his breath and just… revere.]
“I knew.”
[It's been a week. A week of this hated sensation of something missing, and Black Hat has grown increasingly agitated on multiple counts. Caring is contrary to his nature; he doesn't care - but he was robbed and there has been no recourse to fixing it. He couldn't find Daniel, no matter how hard he hunted. His building and broiling rage has simmered over repeatedly, and the lair is decorated with numerous clawings and scorches it distinctly did not have when Flug vanished.
Oh, it has been a week indeed. And so, once that commotion, the sound of an intrusion comes muffled down through the walls, Black Hat is in his room in a flash of flame, ready to attack and kill because the multiple mutilated humans he's shoved in a locked basement room simply aren't satisfying his need to destroy anymore.
Perhaps some small part of him is not terribly surprised to see Flug standing there, pawing his face. After all, it's midmonth. There's always something odd midmonth. That tiny part is not being heard or noticed at all, as Black Hat stares, gawking at the scientist he's made his own.]
You...?
[It has been a week, Flug. Give his feral brain a moment to catch up.]
Oh, it has been a week indeed. And so, once that commotion, the sound of an intrusion comes muffled down through the walls, Black Hat is in his room in a flash of flame, ready to attack and kill because the multiple mutilated humans he's shoved in a locked basement room simply aren't satisfying his need to destroy anymore.
Perhaps some small part of him is not terribly surprised to see Flug standing there, pawing his face. After all, it's midmonth. There's always something odd midmonth. That tiny part is not being heard or noticed at all, as Black Hat stares, gawking at the scientist he's made his own.]
You...?
[It has been a week, Flug. Give his feral brain a moment to catch up.]
[Despite practically living in the same bedroom these days, it still feels wrong to not knock first, considering the 'hiring' fiasco that just went down in the lab.]
"Malevolent Boss?"
[His glove hitting the door feels eerily reminiscent to all those times he approached Black Hat's office doors, early on in his years at his job, nervous yet eager. How could someone get hired who never even experienced that?]
"Y-your arms, ah. I thought you might want to get them treated?" [Okay, less of 'might want' and more like 'you should' because Flug knows all too well what those claws get up to, and being a demon doesn't excuse you from getting those wounds infected when you stab them right through your own skin!]
"The crews are all out to process their footage, I made sure they didn't follow me."
"Malevolent Boss?"
[His glove hitting the door feels eerily reminiscent to all those times he approached Black Hat's office doors, early on in his years at his job, nervous yet eager. How could someone get hired who never even experienced that?]
"Y-your arms, ah. I thought you might want to get them treated?" [Okay, less of 'might want' and more like 'you should' because Flug knows all too well what those claws get up to, and being a demon doesn't excuse you from getting those wounds infected when you stab them right through your own skin!]
"The crews are all out to process their footage, I made sure they didn't follow me."
[Flug's intuition as to where Black Hat warped off to is spot on. He's spent the time since his exit from the scene of the hire alternating between skulking about his room and scribbling out drafts on paper, most of which now lay crumpled up in and around a wastebin. This isn't a circumstance he's written a contract up to address before, so it's taking some time.
Some time that is interrupted by a familiar knock.
Black Hat doesn't answer the door immediately, though he does teleport close to hear what Flug has to say as clearly as possible, mindlessly scratching at his arms which, while they've stopped bleeding for the most part, have now begun to itch on top of aching. Damn it, he hates not being able to simply undo any self-inflicted damage to himself.
It's the offer to treat the injuries more than anything else that has Black Hat opening the door to silently wave Flug in - he's still quite angry about the whole 'showing your face to Virgil' matter, doctor. His tail whips once, twice as he strides to his armchair, expecting Flug to follow in tow.]
Some time that is interrupted by a familiar knock.
Black Hat doesn't answer the door immediately, though he does teleport close to hear what Flug has to say as clearly as possible, mindlessly scratching at his arms which, while they've stopped bleeding for the most part, have now begun to itch on top of aching. Damn it, he hates not being able to simply undo any self-inflicted damage to himself.
It's the offer to treat the injuries more than anything else that has Black Hat opening the door to silently wave Flug in - he's still quite angry about the whole 'showing your face to Virgil' matter, doctor. His tail whips once, twice as he strides to his armchair, expecting Flug to follow in tow.]
Hello, Lord Black Hat. We spoke on the network several days ago. I was interested in possibly meeting you in person. How comfortable are you with the idea of aiding a hero with his own personal goals?
Not that much, I am sure.
How about if I tell you that I terminated 34 supers on my little island?
:)
Not that much, I am sure.
How about if I tell you that I terminated 34 supers on my little island?
:)
Syndrome, yes? You would be correct in that. I don’t help heroes. But you’ve thrown me an interesting twist.
What drives a hero to kill his fellows, I wonder?
What drives a hero to kill his fellows, I wonder?
Virgil considers himself, well, on fine terms with Black Hat. At least he worked hard and hadn't gotten himself killed.
What he has now, though, is something he's sure Black Hat will like.
Virgil strolls into the lab and right up to the demon, two hands tucked into his pockets. Shockingly confident. "Boss, I've got something you're going to want to see."
Presumably Black Hat wouldn't want him to beat around the bush. "I inherited a few things from Majima when he disappeared. One seems to be a barn containing artifacts of the vessel from Mr. Evangelisti's portal."
What he has now, though, is something he's sure Black Hat will like.
Virgil strolls into the lab and right up to the demon, two hands tucked into his pockets. Shockingly confident. "Boss, I've got something you're going to want to see."
Presumably Black Hat wouldn't want him to beat around the bush. "I inherited a few things from Majima when he disappeared. One seems to be a barn containing artifacts of the vessel from Mr. Evangelisti's portal."
That level of confidence normally would earn him a berating; no one tells Black Hat what he's going to want to see or not. Black Hat's attention snaps up from the vial of liquid he was rolling between his fingers, pondering whether or not a simple taste of it would cost him dearly. Some habits die hard, and the 'sipping whatever concoction Flug's whipped up for fun' habit is one he misses dearly.
He's ready to snap at Virgil for the intrusion on what is shaping up to be a moment of the time-honored tradition of villain brooding, but the faerie judges correctly. Beating around the bush is not something Black Hat wants!
The vial is set down almost immediately and Black Hat is turned to face Virgil in a flash, his eye boring into the other man.
"'Seems' or 'is'?"
It's an important distinction; Black Hat already acquired a pair of pieces from the vessel, but to have more.... He leans forward, gaze intent. "Did you bring them?"
He's ready to snap at Virgil for the intrusion on what is shaping up to be a moment of the time-honored tradition of villain brooding, but the faerie judges correctly. Beating around the bush is not something Black Hat wants!
The vial is set down almost immediately and Black Hat is turned to face Virgil in a flash, his eye boring into the other man.
"'Seems' or 'is'?"
It's an important distinction; Black Hat already acquired a pair of pieces from the vessel, but to have more.... He leans forward, gaze intent. "Did you bring them?"
You actually did seem bored and I'm not going to play favorites with you and AM.
Would you like a treat?
Also--- a distraction?
Also I'm experimenting with cake modling. Want to eat a savory cake that looks like a baby? I forgot to check if Margaret is still "here", but the urge to send her a Baby Jesus cake effigy anonymously strikes me as a great plan. :)
Would you like a treat?
Also--- a distraction?
Also I'm experimenting with cake modling. Want to eat a savory cake that looks like a baby? I forgot to check if Margaret is still "here", but the urge to send her a Baby Jesus cake effigy anonymously strikes me as a great plan. :)
I'm never bored.
[Lying!]
You've already offered AM the baby cake. I'll take a puppy one instead. Make it adorable and add some nice crunch to it.
Hah! I'd fund that. Haven't seen her about the network lately, thumping her bible and telling us we're all sinners or what have you. Pity; she's a fun one.
[Lying!]
You've already offered AM the baby cake. I'll take a puppy one instead. Make it adorable and add some nice crunch to it.
Hah! I'd fund that. Haven't seen her about the network lately, thumping her bible and telling us we're all sinners or what have you. Pity; she's a fun one.
Ho ho ho! Merry freaking Christmas!
Your Secret Santa recipient this year is Sonic ("BlueBlur69" on the network). Please buy, make, or otherwise procure him a nice gift before December 26! You can give this directly, or label it clearly and drop it off at Crowe Clinic C/O Hawkeye Pierce.
Remember: Saint Nick is watching, and he knows where you live!
Happy Holidays, etcetera, and so forth,
Santa Claus
Your Secret Santa recipient this year is Sonic ("BlueBlur69" on the network). Please buy, make, or otherwise procure him a nice gift before December 26! You can give this directly, or label it clearly and drop it off at Crowe Clinic C/O Hawkeye Pierce.
Remember: Saint Nick is watching, and he knows where you live!
Happy Holidays, etcetera, and so forth,
Santa Claus
[There's many things Black Hat doesn't expect to receive as a message, but this? This possibly tops them all. He'd seen the so-called 'Secret Santa' posts on the network and summarily ignored them. Even if 'Santa Claus' doesn't reply, Black Hat is going to give his two cents in response.]
What the hell is this?
What the hell is this?
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