Oct 17, 2020 14:07:55 GMT -5
Black Hearth was a relatively new villain on the scene, but was ready to make some trouble. One of his robot soldiers had overheard a street tough talking about some kind of meeting. It was supposedly a meeting of villains who were trying to take down Aegis headquarters. If he remembered correctly, that's where all those do-gooders got their funding from. Perhaps if he joined up with the scoundrels, he could make a few new allies. Attending an event such as this one would require a bit of class however, and the dark lord would be more than ready for that. getting dressed on the bridge of his ship, Black Hearth would tighten a striped tie. The man didn't usually wear clothing, but this was a special occasion. "Excellent, perfectly dapper for my meeting... Oh, one last thing. Necro-drones, fetch me my sword!"
a crew of robots would run over caring the sword and large sheath. The would strap the massive blade to Black Hearth's waist and dark back to their positions. Now that we was armed and dangerous, the evildooer's ship would appear from the clouds as usually, allowing himself and three of his minions to land. Many citizens would point and notice the massive craft, but it would be gone as quickly as it have arrived. Black hearth found himself in a secluded alley, close to the meeting point. He wasn't sure if there was some kind of code phrase to get in or something similar, but the man could be quite persuasive.
Turning a corner, he would see a well dressed man holding a clipboard. The guy was bald and wearing glasses, obviously a bouncer for the meeting. Black Hearth would approach the man with his robotic grunts, "I believe I have a meeting to attend." The man would begin searching the list for a name, only to ask "Name please?" The metal warlord would cross his arms before stating "Black Hearth the Death Eater." Double checking his notes, the man would shake his head "Not on the list... Get lost pal." Black Hearth was at a loss for words hearing that. This guy had just turned him down!? Was he serious?
clearing his throat aggressively, Black Hearth's necro-drones would step forward, all with plasma rifles powered up. "ya wanna redact that statement?" Before things could come to conflict, a voice would be heard from inside the building. "Eyyy, Black Hearth, I remember him we went to highschool together..." a man wearing an expensive coat, oversized hat, and blinders would walk out putting an arm around the evil over lord. "Don't ya remember me? Don, ya old buddy? Play along." Black Hearth would perk up "Wha- Don, of course. Oh, it's been too long..." Don would wave at the bouncer declaring, "It's cool Jimmy, he's with me."
Walking inside, the man would explain "Sorry about him, he a bit of a -rule follower- shall we say... Truth is, we need everyone we can get for this op, that includes you, Mr. Hearth." Black Hearth understood the reasoning, the more men they had, the greater their chances of taking down hero HQ. Don would lead the armored man down a dark corridor to a run-down looking bar and lounge. All sorts of well dressed thugs seemed to be talking amongst each other, all making various plots and plans. For Black Hearth, this felt like home. Pure, raw, untamed evil schemes. It was a glorious sight to behold. "It warms my heart to see such villainy, and all in a single room! My my, I can already tell I'm going to love this place.
In the middle of the room was a large wooden table with rows of chairs on each side. The place seemed to be settling down, as a group of well-dressed thugs would take a seat. The rest of the criminals seemed to be taking seats as well, business was about to begin. Black Hearth would sit next to Don at the table, having his armed robots stand behind him. The leader of the bunch appeared to be some sort mobster, fedora, black suite, the works.
"Alright you shmucks, let's get down to business. Don, you're supplying the weapons, right? Best damn arms dealer in town, so ya better be..." Don would put his hands behind his head chuckling with a cocky grin, giving the boss man a thumbs up. "Now, Bobby B. is suppose to be supplying the man power, correct? If that's the case, then we're in business." A bald fellow would reply, "you've got it boss, all the man power ya need." chuckles would be heard around the room, and Black Hearth realized something. he wasn't the leader of this group, this well dressed crook was. Sure he wanted to knock the supes down a peg, but not if he wasn't the one leading the charge. The tyrant would clear his throat, finally speaking up "Well now, who made you the boss around here, hmmm?" The man would chuckle in response before snapping his fingers. Two guards holding tommy guns stepped forward. "I made me the boss, uh, what was your name again shmuck?" Blakc Hearth's anger would grow as the two guards stepped forward, "My name is Black Hearth the Death Eater. The pillager of Al--" The thug would already be laughing at the villain's title. "Heh heh, what a dramatic name... How bout this, speak up again, you get shot. capeesh?"
a crew of robots would run over caring the sword and large sheath. The would strap the massive blade to Black Hearth's waist and dark back to their positions. Now that we was armed and dangerous, the evildooer's ship would appear from the clouds as usually, allowing himself and three of his minions to land. Many citizens would point and notice the massive craft, but it would be gone as quickly as it have arrived. Black hearth found himself in a secluded alley, close to the meeting point. He wasn't sure if there was some kind of code phrase to get in or something similar, but the man could be quite persuasive.
Turning a corner, he would see a well dressed man holding a clipboard. The guy was bald and wearing glasses, obviously a bouncer for the meeting. Black Hearth would approach the man with his robotic grunts, "I believe I have a meeting to attend." The man would begin searching the list for a name, only to ask "Name please?" The metal warlord would cross his arms before stating "Black Hearth the Death Eater." Double checking his notes, the man would shake his head "Not on the list... Get lost pal." Black Hearth was at a loss for words hearing that. This guy had just turned him down!? Was he serious?
clearing his throat aggressively, Black Hearth's necro-drones would step forward, all with plasma rifles powered up. "ya wanna redact that statement?" Before things could come to conflict, a voice would be heard from inside the building. "Eyyy, Black Hearth, I remember him we went to highschool together..." a man wearing an expensive coat, oversized hat, and blinders would walk out putting an arm around the evil over lord. "Don't ya remember me? Don, ya old buddy? Play along." Black Hearth would perk up "Wha- Don, of course. Oh, it's been too long..." Don would wave at the bouncer declaring, "It's cool Jimmy, he's with me."
Walking inside, the man would explain "Sorry about him, he a bit of a -rule follower- shall we say... Truth is, we need everyone we can get for this op, that includes you, Mr. Hearth." Black Hearth understood the reasoning, the more men they had, the greater their chances of taking down hero HQ. Don would lead the armored man down a dark corridor to a run-down looking bar and lounge. All sorts of well dressed thugs seemed to be talking amongst each other, all making various plots and plans. For Black Hearth, this felt like home. Pure, raw, untamed evil schemes. It was a glorious sight to behold. "It warms my heart to see such villainy, and all in a single room! My my, I can already tell I'm going to love this place.
In the middle of the room was a large wooden table with rows of chairs on each side. The place seemed to be settling down, as a group of well-dressed thugs would take a seat. The rest of the criminals seemed to be taking seats as well, business was about to begin. Black Hearth would sit next to Don at the table, having his armed robots stand behind him. The leader of the bunch appeared to be some sort mobster, fedora, black suite, the works.
"Alright you shmucks, let's get down to business. Don, you're supplying the weapons, right? Best damn arms dealer in town, so ya better be..." Don would put his hands behind his head chuckling with a cocky grin, giving the boss man a thumbs up. "Now, Bobby B. is suppose to be supplying the man power, correct? If that's the case, then we're in business." A bald fellow would reply, "you've got it boss, all the man power ya need." chuckles would be heard around the room, and Black Hearth realized something. he wasn't the leader of this group, this well dressed crook was. Sure he wanted to knock the supes down a peg, but not if he wasn't the one leading the charge. The tyrant would clear his throat, finally speaking up "Well now, who made you the boss around here, hmmm?" The man would chuckle in response before snapping his fingers. Two guards holding tommy guns stepped forward. "I made me the boss, uh, what was your name again shmuck?" Blakc Hearth's anger would grow as the two guards stepped forward, "My name is Black Hearth the Death Eater. The pillager of Al--" The thug would already be laughing at the villain's title. "Heh heh, what a dramatic name... How bout this, speak up again, you get shot. capeesh?"
