He didn't know the exact way to part from someone as powerful as Lex Luthor, so the KGBeast delivered a curt bow, and left the office and met the attractive P.A.
And let out an audible sigh of relief. He hadn't felt this tense in a long time. "I believe you will be taking me downstairs?" He hadn't interacted with a woman this attractive in some time, so he didn't make eye contact with her. In fact, the KGBeast had spent most of his time alone for the past couple of decades. When your profession involved killing people, it often murdered the romantic side of a man.
"What am I being taken to?" He felt a sense of anticipation about whatever Luthor had in store. He played with the joint of his cybernetic arm out of habit as he walked.
Mercy is a towering amazon of a woman who moves much the way a cougar would. The smile and minuscule nod she favors him with is small and polite as they head to the elevator.
"You're being taken down." The tone should be one he recognizes from his KGB grunt days.
He couldn't help but be transfixed by her muscular frame. He suddenly became aware of his maskless face. He was glad he'd made an effort to gel hir hair, but nothing could get rid of the scars... What was he thinking? This wasn't a blind date...
"I got this arm-" he tapped his cybernetic gun arm "-after a fight with the Batman. I was tied to a gargoyle up on one of the cathedrals and he left me there for the Gotham cops to find. Didn't count on me sawing my own arm off to escape..." He smiled, a sick smile. "The pain was immense."
He wasn't sure why he was telling the big lady this. It was a cross between flirting and trying to scare. He wasn't sure of the difference.
For the first time all day the KGBeast laughed. It was a roar that filled the elevator. "Very good. Da. Very good."
The elevator ground to a halt and he politely gestured for Mercy to leave first. "After you." As he stepped out after her, he looked in amazement at the large lab complex around him. This was some place.
"Luthor is what we Soviets would call, 'a man of some means.' We didn't even have this level of technology in Leningrad labs when they were going strong, and we had government backing. Amazing."
"Luthor made this from nothing - and made me from nothing," she remarks and then for the first time, stops and regards him fully. "From what I understand, you have nothing."
"I have... fallen upon hard times." He runs his good hand over his hair. "There was a time when I was something important. A patriot, willing to serve Mother Russia to the bitter end."
He smiles grimly. "Does it seem ridiculous to you that I've lived here, in America, for twenty five years? I lived in the Soviet Union for only twenty one. For all intents and purposes, I am an American citizen. An irony that never fails to sicken me."
"Still, something can come from nothing." His eyes rest on the kryptonite arm.
The chair molds around him, at first comfortably, then the pressure and some sort of strange suction pulls and holds him, even his arms and legs.
"No."
((OOC: I think that works for a scene. There is no Luthor in the current game and so the arm upgrade might be a plot device later if you want one, but I don't know if you can walk into the game with it. That would be up to Sean, the supes player, and the mods. Just FYI.))
((OOC, the writing style is great. Spelling, punctuation and queue reading seem to be "on." (Queue reading is more of an art then skill.) I'd call him about on par with Parasite as a threat. More brains then the villain, but less raw power. Impression seems to be he's a guy who needs a mastermind or commander giving him orders otherwise he gets lost pretty easily. Is that what you were going for?))
It seems about right. When he first appeared in Batman comics he was supposed to be the only villain on a physical par with Batman (this was before Bane though) and he wasn't supposed to be terribly stupid. He is clouded by his political views though, and now that he's not got the KGB commanding him (and he hasn't has them for 17 years) he's got to take orders from rich criminals that can afford his services.
He would have to have some mastermind to report to. He is, ultimately, a hitman. Unless someone's giving him orders or paying him he's not much other than a particularly well-built and well-armed thug.
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And let out an audible sigh of relief. He hadn't felt this tense in a long time. "I believe you will be taking me downstairs?" He hadn't interacted with a woman this attractive in some time, so he didn't make eye contact with her. In fact, the KGBeast had spent most of his time alone for the past couple of decades. When your profession involved killing people, it often murdered the romantic side of a man.
"What am I being taken to?" He felt a sense of anticipation about whatever Luthor had in store. He played with the joint of his cybernetic arm out of habit as he walked.
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"You're being taken down." The tone should be one he recognizes from his KGB grunt days.
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"I got this arm-" he tapped his cybernetic gun arm "-after a fight with the Batman. I was tied to a gargoyle up on one of the cathedrals and he left me there for the Gotham cops to find. Didn't count on me sawing my own arm off to escape..." He smiled, a sick smile. "The pain was immense."
He wasn't sure why he was telling the big lady this. It was a cross between flirting and trying to scare. He wasn't sure of the difference.
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The elevator ground to a halt and he politely gestured for Mercy to leave first. "After you." As he stepped out after her, he looked in amazement at the large lab complex around him. This was some place.
"Luthor is what we Soviets would call, 'a man of some means.' We didn't even have this level of technology in Leningrad labs when they were going strong, and we had government backing. Amazing."
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He smiles grimly. "Does it seem ridiculous to you that I've lived here, in America, for twenty five years? I lived in the Soviet Union for only twenty one. For all intents and purposes, I am an American citizen. An irony that never fails to sicken me."
"Still, something can come from nothing." His eyes rest on the kryptonite arm.
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"Have a seat." There's a leather covered seat looking not unlike a high tech dentist's chair on more sinister. The comment is not a request.
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"No."
((OOC: I think that works for a scene. There is no Luthor in the current game and so the arm upgrade might be a plot device later if you want one, but I don't know if you can walk into the game with it. That would be up to Sean, the supes player, and the mods. Just FYI.))
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He would have to have some mastermind to report to. He is, ultimately, a hitman. Unless someone's giving him orders or paying him he's not much other than a particularly well-built and well-armed thug.