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Justice League: Rising from the Ashes

@Master Crim @bluetommy2

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Dr. Malacoda Zatanna

Uptown Central - In the Gotham Law Library. Gotham

Malacoda stared at the man for a few seconds. "I propose this as plan 'A' - Mephistopheles and you distract them - the weapon is timed and there are only a few more minutes left. You take out the one Furthest away - do not touch the bomb, or fiddle with it's inner workings. We do not know how it is set up. M will take the one Closest. Both of you are quite resistant to bullets, M less so - so he needs the shorter reaction time. They seem to be sub-par both intellectually and physically - so you do not have to worry. If you can move the both of them away, then I can rush over and open a portal to somewhere else beneath it. Perhaps a few miles into the air, above the river? The bomb will go off, but it won't harm anyone. Plan B, I remove M and I from the premises and you cover it bomb with as much sand as you can. Thoughts?" He quickly spoke, rushing through potential outcomes. He had very little magical power left. Most of it had been drained from his psychic reserves, but at the moment even keeping Mephistopheles in this realm was beginning to strain him. This needed to be done quickly and efficiently - before he will have to take a long rest. He gripped his umbrella tighter. He could still manage a teleportation spell... If plan A does not work, then he will have to be fast. If he creates the portal however, and even then if it does not work... he looked down at his hound, who whined at him softly - again sounding very much like something not of this earth. He patted him on the head lightly. "None of that, now..."

Justice League: Rising from the Ashes

@bluetommy2 - NP

Justice League: Rising from the Ashes

@Master Crim @bluetommy2

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Dr. Malacoda Zatanna

Uptown Central - In the Gotham Law Library. Gotham

Malacoda looked at his cohort, before frowning back at the two remaining. With a swift flick of the wrist, the countdown returned to it's normal speed. This naturally made them even more suspicious, as the started arguing among each other. Not because they wanted to end the countdown, but because they wanted to investigate who was clearly fucking with them. As they snapped at one another, one telling the other to go have a look, the other telling him he could go fuck himself. Smirking at their banter, he turned to Khnemu.

"While I am sure you wish to attack them outright - they have with them a weapon. It could destroy this entire building and everything, and everyone in it - within a moment. This weapon can only be made non-lethal through means that only they are aware of. I have just established that not only are they willing to kill to allow the weapon to go off, but they also are willing to die and keep the information secret. As you can imagine, this provides us with a rather delicate puzzle. I would offer to enter their minds, but... I fear you gave me quite the run for my money earlier. I would not like to put myself in such a vulnerable situation again so soon. Any thoughts?" He smiled as Mephistopheles came patting over - sitting down next to his master and pushing his head under his hand, begging for a pat.

Justice League: Rising from the Ashes

@bluetommy2 - Hey, he had the hand crawl into the area and it was shot into pieces. It's not in his hand anymore. Perhaps you might want to change the post?

Star Wars: Scav's

Dr. Khava Marr

@frapet @Korkoa

Dr. Marr stayed quiet as the other disabled the ship. He seemed rather confident, and as reluctant as he might have been to admit it - rather skilled at conveying threat. At least to people who had reason to be afraid of him. The whiff of suspicion that came from him had Marr on edge though, and he took the time to reign in his emotions and fall back into a more relaxed, controlled state. He needed to think clearly anyway, and it would not do to distract the other, nor himself. As the other ship seemed to not respond, they docked as they were wont to do, and while Roka connected them efficiently and securely - the two moved towards where they would board the other ship. The Small child had been instructed to stay behind and convey any sort of alarm to Marr and Roka. While the boy was clearly less capable than one might have hoped, the role of alarm should be something that very few people could fuck up. Raising a brow at Roka's concern towards the boy, and his comforting and confidence building words as they left the boy behind - the two made their way towards the doorway that was still sealed.

"I am not sure as to how we are going to open that? I take it you have the tools needed?" Marr looked over the door, in his mind walking past it, down the hallway, recalling areas where one might take cover and shoot blasters from. "When we enter, there is a second door - used to disinfect anyone who enters the vessel. It's not as reinforced as this one, but it might still slow us down. Behind that, there is a short hallway that leads towards the front of the ship. On either side there will be doors, one leading to the store room on the left, and on the right there should be a small field lab of sorts. Below there is a bay for storage and a small medical bay. Both doors are receded into the walls, so it could offer them reasonable cover. The store room will have some of the more immediately valuable goods, but the field lab will have the more esoteric treasures. While we should try to get as much of everything, if it goes badly, we might have to choose. I would vouch for the latter, but it might take us some time to find the right buyer." Still staring at the door, the doctor took out a syringe filled with a potent sleeping agent, which quickly turned lethal with an increased dosage. "Thoughts?"

Justice League: Rising from the Ashes

@Master Crim I did not know exactly what the bombers were like, so I improvised. I also decided that Malacoda is less of a direct combatant, and more of trickster when it comes to these kinds of situations, especially as he is rather weak at the moment. I also did not think his hound would become so much a part of his character, but I really like him. If you think I am overusing him, then please let know so that I can dial it back. I got a hound in my D&D campaign and I could not resist naming him Mephistopheles as well. I think of them as the same characters right now. Also, if the villains are a bit less gullible, you can have them realize that it is a trick... and I will work around it.

Justice League: Rising from the Ashes

@Master Crim @bluetommy2

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Dr. Malacoda Zatanna

Uptown Central - In the Gotham Law Library. Gotham

Mephistopheles raised it's head, noting the grenade moving towards them, and bumped Malacoda out of the way - and behind a makeshift cover. While he did not actively attack the assailants, he dodged their shots with relative ease, looking more like puppy prancing in a field, than a hell-hound dodging heavy fire. Malacoda slid down the side of the wall, still clutching at his chest. He peered over to where Mephistopheles jumped about, and raised his eyebrow at Khnemu's sudden resurrection. As the other flew forwards, attacking the would be bombers, malacoda closed his eyes and envisioned one of the shooters, focusing on his gun - "TI Dluow eb a emahs, dluohs uoy erifsim" - smirking as the gun exploded, temporarily stunning the man. "Sick'em" The words were whispered, but the reaffirming growl from Mephistopheles assured Malacoda that the command was heard, and the hound flew forwards. As Malacoda struggled to get up, the smirk still in place - the screams and panic that sounded further and further away, had him resisting a chuckle. If nothing, the dog was enthusiastic.

Moving again into the now quiet hallway - he walked over to where the forearm of one of the bombers lay - a trail of blood and paw prints leading away from it and deeper into the library. Slowly bending over and picking up the appendage. Holding it near where it was severed, he pointed the hand out in front of him, the un-moving fingers flopping about. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, before the fingers twitched, and the pointer finger became rigid and turned slightly right. So, onward went Malacoda, following his rather macabre compass - until he reached an area where there remained a few people, currently surrounding what clearly was the bomb. Keeping to the shadows, he let the hand fall to the ground and crawl toward them. Perhaps they were easily spooked? The resulting gunfire, and now minced arm proved him either wrong or right... he was unsure.

As the one went back to the bomb, the other two keeping watch - Malacoda waved his hand, casting a minor illusion - the timer suddenly speeding up. Counting down much faster than the 20 minutes remaining. He could not help smirking at them floundering, starting to fight between each other about whether or not they should disable it, or run - one saying that they clearly can't get out of the blast radius in time, and that they have to disable it. When one moved towards the bomb, clearly intent on disabling it, he made sure to pay close attention to what he was planning on doing, should he himself have to do so soon.

Star Wars: Scav's

oh my... Dr. Marr is quite conniving. I hope you all don't mind.

Star Wars: Scav's

Dr. Khava Marr

@frapet @Korkoa

Dr. Marr closed his eyes, not looking at the other. His enthusiasm, and his overconfidence were clear signs that this was a bad idea. But he did not want to let this chance slip away. He wanted that research. He needed it. If he had that he could finish the first batch within... a few months. He smirked internally, suppressing the bristling ambition. It was dangerous to think like this. Especially with a venerable empath so close. His eyes flew open and he rolled his neck, the crack coming out louder than even he had anticipated.

"We might as well. This will most likely be worth more than any other piece of debris they might find out here. Make your preparations, and I shall make mine. Then, we take what we want." He sat back, and fiddled with his gloves, checking whether or not his medical supplies were in order - a few syringes filled with a powerful knockout agent, scalpels to disable major motor functions etc. When he was done with his prep, he recalled and cemented the layout of the ship in his mind. The other man might be a rather skilled shooter, but he would not be familiar with this ship. While the doctor was not used to combat, he was not going to be useless.

As the other spoke to the boy who manned the guns, and they neared the ship - Dr Marr thought over his designs. In his mind he saw a new breed... a group of super warriors. All the best aspects of all the best races, and none of the weaknesses. None of that bullshit race purity the Empire was concerned with. He struggled to suppress his smirk, as they moved towards the ship. An army of his own. The prospect of cutting his ties with these morons and making his own way. When he opened his eyes once more, they gleamed as he looked at the disabled ship. First thing first, though. "Are you ready?"

The X-Pendibles

I am not sure if it came across well, but Christopher is not actually buying a car. He wanted to talk to the lady and see if she is calm, as well as get access to the bank manager - and create a reason for himself to be loitering about the area for a few hours... I just reread it, but I think I internalized too much of the reasoning and forgot to write it explicitly. He is trying to be helpful!