[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.]
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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.]