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multiversallogs2011-11-05 03:50 am
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I need a hero!
Who: Lionel Luthor and Adrian Veidt Ozymandias
What: one very hirsute damsel in distress
Where: outskirts of the city center.
When: late evening
Notes: before news of Lex's birthday swag has been shared with all parties in the House of Ego
Warning: super awesome?
Discretion is vital to any Luthor, and Lionel has taken great care to ensure that even in a heavily networked city encased in fog, his private business remains his own. The dim-witted carriage driver had been paid (and threatened) enough to secure an oath of silence regarding a trip to the borders of Bonetown. Hours of research and some particularly fruitful testimonials guaranteed what he required and, following a brief exchange with a peculiar merchant in the late hours of the evening, Lionel finds himself satisfied with both trip and product.
Upon his return to where he left the cabby, he finds a new party in attendance: a husky being bordering on the edge of seven and a half to eight feet tall. He halts at a distance, but the cabby and the massive figure cut off any hope that he has of a quick exit.
"If you're looking for extra fare, I'm afraid you're going to be very disappointed," Lionel remains still, composed. The facade doesn't appeal much to the larger of the two, who secures a quick hold on Lionel despite thrashing resistance. Several pale capsules spill from their container and scatter across the ground. They are of much greater concern to him than any petty thug, and while he's not about to give into any demands, the cool touch of a blade at his throat is enough of an incentive for him to slowly begin to search for any cash that he might have to spare...
What: one very hirsute damsel in distress
Where: outskirts of the city center.
When: late evening
Notes: before news of Lex's birthday swag has been shared with all parties in the House of Ego
Warning: super awesome?
Discretion is vital to any Luthor, and Lionel has taken great care to ensure that even in a heavily networked city encased in fog, his private business remains his own. The dim-witted carriage driver had been paid (and threatened) enough to secure an oath of silence regarding a trip to the borders of Bonetown. Hours of research and some particularly fruitful testimonials guaranteed what he required and, following a brief exchange with a peculiar merchant in the late hours of the evening, Lionel finds himself satisfied with both trip and product.
Upon his return to where he left the cabby, he finds a new party in attendance: a husky being bordering on the edge of seven and a half to eight feet tall. He halts at a distance, but the cabby and the massive figure cut off any hope that he has of a quick exit.
"If you're looking for extra fare, I'm afraid you're going to be very disappointed," Lionel remains still, composed. The facade doesn't appeal much to the larger of the two, who secures a quick hold on Lionel despite thrashing resistance. Several pale capsules spill from their container and scatter across the ground. They are of much greater concern to him than any petty thug, and while he's not about to give into any demands, the cool touch of a blade at his throat is enough of an incentive for him to slowly begin to search for any cash that he might have to spare...