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nextgenerationmarvel2013-03-31 09:11 pm
ngm_villains) wrote in nextgenerationmarvel2013-03-31 09:11 pm
A Gift Of Blood And Steel (Open to Mansion Folk)
WHO: Stephanie Shaw, Others
WHAT: Stephanie Shaw is taken by Vargas and left out for the people at the Mansion to find.
WHERE: The Mansion gate
WHEN: Early morning
WARNING: Description of trauma and violence.
Stephanie Shaw had called a press conference with as many media outlets as she could access- while it was nominally to clear the air about her legal situation involving Shaw Industries, many wags suspected that she would be admitting to being a mutant like her brother. No doubt it would have been a very dignified moment, well-rehearsed and delivered with equal measures of honesty and tact. Vargas had actually taken the speech off of her. It was impressive enough and had she been able to say those words on a wide stage, they may have had some impact.
She'd never got to the presentation to deliver her message. Vargas had seen to that with his men. A toxin, administered with minimal force through a mere scratch from his blade had removed her mutant powers temporarily, leaving her effectively helpless. Ironic that a woman that could have survived a fall from the top floor of the Empire State Building would be so vulnerable to such a slight wound. But he knew her fiendish powers well, had seen them at that party. Taking her was not difficult. The driver and the attendant had to be slain, but their deaths were quick, virtually painless. It was up to God to judge them now.
He'd made sure she was conscious as far as he could, for the process of making her a suitable gift for her alma mater. She'd tried her best to be defiant, but she was too used to shallow scrapes and minor bruises to be at all prepared for the sensation of dislocation, of cutting. It was important that she be left alive, so he could not use his blade too liberally- and it was unsuitable to engage in dismemberment, as it was difficult to say how long she would be obliged to remain alive from the time she was deposited and the time she was discovered. She'd finally gone unconscious of course, and it would be easier to transport her thus.
Shinobi had said to kill her, of course, but Vargas cared not for his commandments. He had been useful in showing the way to her, no more and no less. He expected that Shinobi's boy would come to kill him and that suited him just fine. This was a holy crusade. He had been chosen as a champion, to show humanity that the mutants could be torn down, defeated.
Dislocated limbs were easier to work into the grill of the gates, a sign stating "The First Among Many" in Latin affixed to the gate above her. She was bloodied, bruised, unconscious and in serious need of medical attention, but she would survive for at least the few hours that would likely elapse between then and the time she was discovered. Twisted bits of metal were made into manacles holding her in place. He'd dressed her in white wrappings, which would slowly turn to crimson as blood seeped. And with that, he left.
WHAT: Stephanie Shaw is taken by Vargas and left out for the people at the Mansion to find.
WHERE: The Mansion gate
WHEN: Early morning
WARNING: Description of trauma and violence.
Stephanie Shaw had called a press conference with as many media outlets as she could access- while it was nominally to clear the air about her legal situation involving Shaw Industries, many wags suspected that she would be admitting to being a mutant like her brother. No doubt it would have been a very dignified moment, well-rehearsed and delivered with equal measures of honesty and tact. Vargas had actually taken the speech off of her. It was impressive enough and had she been able to say those words on a wide stage, they may have had some impact.
She'd never got to the presentation to deliver her message. Vargas had seen to that with his men. A toxin, administered with minimal force through a mere scratch from his blade had removed her mutant powers temporarily, leaving her effectively helpless. Ironic that a woman that could have survived a fall from the top floor of the Empire State Building would be so vulnerable to such a slight wound. But he knew her fiendish powers well, had seen them at that party. Taking her was not difficult. The driver and the attendant had to be slain, but their deaths were quick, virtually painless. It was up to God to judge them now.
He'd made sure she was conscious as far as he could, for the process of making her a suitable gift for her alma mater. She'd tried her best to be defiant, but she was too used to shallow scrapes and minor bruises to be at all prepared for the sensation of dislocation, of cutting. It was important that she be left alive, so he could not use his blade too liberally- and it was unsuitable to engage in dismemberment, as it was difficult to say how long she would be obliged to remain alive from the time she was deposited and the time she was discovered. She'd finally gone unconscious of course, and it would be easier to transport her thus.
Shinobi had said to kill her, of course, but Vargas cared not for his commandments. He had been useful in showing the way to her, no more and no less. He expected that Shinobi's boy would come to kill him and that suited him just fine. This was a holy crusade. He had been chosen as a champion, to show humanity that the mutants could be torn down, defeated.
Dislocated limbs were easier to work into the grill of the gates, a sign stating "The First Among Many" in Latin affixed to the gate above her. She was bloodied, bruised, unconscious and in serious need of medical attention, but she would survive for at least the few hours that would likely elapse between then and the time she was discovered. Twisted bits of metal were made into manacles holding her in place. He'd dressed her in white wrappings, which would slowly turn to crimson as blood seeped. And with that, he left.
Re: Alistaire
"I've kept my ear to the ground to make sure you weren't dead, but it's good to get it from the horse's mouth, auntie." He answers. There was no-one else who would have been calling his burner phone.
Re: Alistaire
Stephanie took a moment. "He told me where Shinobi was. It could be a trap of course, but I have a feeling this Vargas wants Shinobi gone nearly as much as we do, but for different reasons. I figured he was pulling the strings from France in the shadows of your good friend Selene, but apparently he's been in Boston in the first Hellfire Club building."
"I talked to my lawyers. They've nearly cut through the red tape. Our assets should be unfrozen in days." Once their assets were clear to go, then was an ideal time to strike- if he died, it would look more suspicious.
Re: Alistaire
"Auntie... I won't ask if you 'do' trust me... but can you trust me?"
Re: Alistaire
Re: Alistaire
I can hardly believe I'm saying this, but this is about more than the money. My father is an embarassment. To our family. To the Hellfire Club. To the--" His voice hitches for the briefest of seconds before he resumes "--plans I have.
I have had enough. I've called in some favors. I have him under surveillance, and this ends tomorrow."
Re: Alistaire
"So he'll be gone and our vast fortunes will come back to us. First thing that you'll do when you get all your money back?"
Re: Alistaire
"I'll come see you before I take action. Be safe, Stephanie." He ends the call, then turns to Alisa. "Get the car, we're going to Xavier's. Tomorrow, be ready for war."
Re: Alistaire
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Re: Alistaire
After giving her boss a quick salute and making sure his coat was on him, Alisa began to head out of the apartment to go get the car. She was going to have to go into her secret war chest for her boss's request. This was a big one, and her honor as an "Enforcer" was on the line.
Re: Alistaire
Get us to Westchester." And he'll close his eyes and vanish from sight in the backseat.
Re: Alistaire
For the entire ride to Westchester, it was painfully silent. She did not even bother to turn on the radio. She was not ordered to, after-all. Once Alisa saw the gates of the Xavier mansion come up, she put the breaks on the car right in front of them.
"Boss, we're here."
Re: Alistaire
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"Well, Alistaire Anton Shaw, get back in the car and ride down the long driveway to visitor's parking. You will be allowed inside. Any associates with you will have to stay in the vehicle."
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"If you need me, please do not hesitate to call, Boss." She tried to hide the worry in her tone of voice and just sat in the front seat with her back straight and her hands in her lap.
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"This way," she said when Alistaire was close enough. She would personally see him to his aunt and back out to the car.
She held little trust for anyone associated with the Hellfire Club until they had proven themselves. Add onto that any association with Selene and Rachel verged on absolutely no trust.
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He doesn't stray from following her, but he can't resist pushing the envelope just a little bit. He takes in everything around him that he can manage as he is lead to Stephanie.
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"Alice. How good of you to visit. I'd get up, but that's not really possible right now." She managed to wrench herself into a sitting position, though. "I trust you were received with open arms." She manages a slight smirk.
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He sits down next to the bed, focusing on his words so as not to let his thoughts wander around the psychic. "Xavier hospitality is less warm than I would have expected. Nobody's even offered me a uniform yet, much less some decent scotch."
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"I imagine you'll be out of town tomorrow?" She thought as loudly as she could about Marcelo. But the implication was clear enough. She expected he would solve the Shinobi problem soon.
Then Vargas, it would be his turn.
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"Which is going to be a week of pure unadulturated Hell."
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