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The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen 2004
March 15th, 2004 17:23
In the centre of a vast room, located at the heart of a mass of destruction and death, a man sat in a throne and stared out in front of him, his hands clasped in front of him with the index fingers pointing up. He was dressed in a long black robe, in a style that had gone out of fashion almost a century ago, and a black suit in a similar style. The robe had a red inner lining, and it appeared that it would reach down to around his ankles if he were standing up. What the man's face looked like was unknown even to his friends, as he constantly wore a metal mask that covered his entire head baring the eyes, which were brown. The only other openings in the mask were a couple of small holes for his nose and ears, and a larger one for his mouth. A thing black cane was propped up on the side of the throne, with a small silver skull on the end of it.
He looked over at a nearby door as the sound of steps was heard. The door soon opened and a tall man came running in.
He was indeed remarkably tall, reaching almost six foot two in height. His shoulders were slightly unusual, looking like there was something on them that was trying to get out from under his shirt. His fingernails were long, his hair was black, and his eyes were red where they should be white. His overall costume was dark blue; his shirt, his jeans, and even his shoes were all that colour.
"Yes, Gash, what is it?" the man asked, as though he couldn't care less what the man was doing there. Gash ignored it; he'd gotten used to his superior's typically condensing attitude by now.
Besides, the man didn't smell right. Gash knew humans, and this man was something else. He didn't want to risk finding out that it was something that could kill him by questioning his orders.
"We've just received the news from our government contact," Gash said, looking over at his boss to try and work out what his reaction would be. "Your hunch was correct; they're reforming the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen." Annoyingly, his boss showed no sign of surprise; his hunches were right so often, he'd almost come to expect them being correct by now. "Here are the files on their new members," Gash continued, passing the man nine files filled with paper.
The man took them from Gash, and began to look over them. After a few minutes, he glanced up at Gash with a slight grin visible in his eyes.
"Excellent," he said, passing the files back to Gash before placing his hands back in front of him again. "I presume we have a good idea as to which members they're recruiting in what order?"
"Yes," Gash replied. "The spy and the exile have already been contacted, and they're going to track down the wizard as we speak. We think that, once they're in America, they'll be going after the scientist, the warrior, the vampire, the alien, the thief, and the psychic."
"Exactly," the man smiled, his eyes flashing with another malicious grin. "Exactly what I thought. The scientist at least remains in one city, and the thief is fairly regular in her movements. To track down the psychic will require all of the League's various skills. You know what to do, correct?" he asked, looking over at Gash.
Gash nodded. "Follow them, then attack and destroy them with six select assassins of my choice, picked from your private army."
"Exactly," the masked man replied. "Anything else?"
"Yes," Gash said, going over the orders in his head. "Have two of the strongest ones target the spy, the exile, the scientist, and the warrior; they may be only human, but it would still be wise to have the stronger ones tackling them, just to make sure."
"Correct," the man replied. "And, in the unlikely event of you failing?"
"I use your machine to go back to the time of the original League, and kill Agent Sawyer and Captain Nemo at the very least," Gash continued. "With them gone, the original League will split up and the governments will abandon it as a failure, and history shall change so that this new team will never be formed. However, you shall shield yourself from the changes, and then take out all the members of this new League before you launch your plan, so that they can pose no threat to you individually." He paused briefly. "Remind me again why we can't just kill this new League while they're all kids?"
"Because my time machine does not allow me to make changes in history within the last fifty years," the man replied. "As it is, this is going to be an incredibly complicated stunt to pull off."
"Right," Gash said, as he turned around. "I'll just be off to organise the assassins, shall I, boss?"
"Do so," the man replied, turning around in his seat to face a painting that hung on the wall, brown paper wrapped around it.
As Gash left the room, the man reached over with his cane and used the point of slowly pull the paper off the sheet. The picture behind it had originally shown a young, handsome man dressed in a grey suit with a slightly frilly shirt. The man's hair was raven black with a seductive curl about it, and he had a moustache and a small goatee as well. However, al these features were getting difficult to see clearly, as several strips of the painting had been torn away with an almost surgical precision.
"Ah, the fabled picture of Dorian Gray," the man commented, grinning as he spoke. "Once, the only thing keeping one of the world's deadliest men alive."
Then his face hardened under its mask. "But no longer."
With that, he pushed one of the eyeholes of the skull on the end of his cane. A small knife came out of the other side, which he used to cut another strip off the painting. Staring at the small strip on the end of his cane, the man grinned a little.
"Beware, League of Extraordinary Gentlemen," he said, grinning. "Soon, my friends... soon, you shall pay the price for thwarting me a century ago..."
And then he threw back his head and laughed.
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The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen 2004
March 15th, 2004 17:23
In the centre of a vast room, located at the heart of a mass of destruction and death, a man sat in a throne and stared out in front of him, his hands clasped in front of him with the index fingers pointing up. He was dressed in a long black robe, in a style that had gone out of fashion almost a century ago, and a black suit in a similar style. The robe had a red inner lining, and it appeared that it would reach down to around his ankles if he were standing up. What the man's face looked like was unknown even to his friends, as he constantly wore a metal mask that covered his entire head baring the eyes, which were brown. The only other openings in the mask were a couple of small holes for his nose and ears, and a larger one for his mouth. A thing black cane was propped up on the side of the throne, with a small silver skull on the end of it.
He looked over at a nearby door as the sound of steps was heard. The door soon opened and a tall man came running in.
He was indeed remarkably tall, reaching almost six foot two in height. His shoulders were slightly unusual, looking like there was something on them that was trying to get out from under his shirt. His fingernails were long, his hair was black, and his eyes were red where they should be white. His overall costume was dark blue; his shirt, his jeans, and even his shoes were all that colour.
"Yes, Gash, what is it?" the man asked, as though he couldn't care less what the man was doing there. Gash ignored it; he'd gotten used to his superior's typically condensing attitude by now.
Besides, the man didn't smell right. Gash knew humans, and this man was something else. He didn't want to risk finding out that it was something that could kill him by questioning his orders.
"We've just received the news from our government contact," Gash said, looking over at his boss to try and work out what his reaction would be. "Your hunch was correct; they're reforming the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen." Annoyingly, his boss showed no sign of surprise; his hunches were right so often, he'd almost come to expect them being correct by now. "Here are the files on their new members," Gash continued, passing the man nine files filled with paper.
The man took them from Gash, and began to look over them. After a few minutes, he glanced up at Gash with a slight grin visible in his eyes.
"Excellent," he said, passing the files back to Gash before placing his hands back in front of him again. "I presume we have a good idea as to which members they're recruiting in what order?"
"Yes," Gash replied. "The spy and the exile have already been contacted, and they're going to track down the wizard as we speak. We think that, once they're in America, they'll be going after the scientist, the warrior, the vampire, the alien, the thief, and the psychic."
"Exactly," the man smiled, his eyes flashing with another malicious grin. "Exactly what I thought. The scientist at least remains in one city, and the thief is fairly regular in her movements. To track down the psychic will require all of the League's various skills. You know what to do, correct?" he asked, looking over at Gash.
Gash nodded. "Follow them, then attack and destroy them with six select assassins of my choice, picked from your private army."
"Exactly," the masked man replied. "Anything else?"
"Yes," Gash said, going over the orders in his head. "Have two of the strongest ones target the spy, the exile, the scientist, and the warrior; they may be only human, but it would still be wise to have the stronger ones tackling them, just to make sure."
"Correct," the man replied. "And, in the unlikely event of you failing?"
"I use your machine to go back to the time of the original League, and kill Agent Sawyer and Captain Nemo at the very least," Gash continued. "With them gone, the original League will split up and the governments will abandon it as a failure, and history shall change so that this new team will never be formed. However, you shall shield yourself from the changes, and then take out all the members of this new League before you launch your plan, so that they can pose no threat to you individually." He paused briefly. "Remind me again why we can't just kill this new League while they're all kids?"
"Because my time machine does not allow me to make changes in history within the last fifty years," the man replied. "As it is, this is going to be an incredibly complicated stunt to pull off."
"Right," Gash said, as he turned around. "I'll just be off to organise the assassins, shall I, boss?"
"Do so," the man replied, turning around in his seat to face a painting that hung on the wall, brown paper wrapped around it.
As Gash left the room, the man reached over with his cane and used the point of slowly pull the paper off the sheet. The picture behind it had originally shown a young, handsome man dressed in a grey suit with a slightly frilly shirt. The man's hair was raven black with a seductive curl about it, and he had a moustache and a small goatee as well. However, al these features were getting difficult to see clearly, as several strips of the painting had been torn away with an almost surgical precision.
"Ah, the fabled picture of Dorian Gray," the man commented, grinning as he spoke. "Once, the only thing keeping one of the world's deadliest men alive."
Then his face hardened under its mask. "But no longer."
With that, he pushed one of the eyeholes of the skull on the end of his cane. A small knife came out of the other side, which he used to cut another strip off the painting. Staring at the small strip on the end of his cane, the man grinned a little.
"Beware, League of Extraordinary Gentlemen," he said, grinning. "Soon, my friends... soon, you shall pay the price for thwarting me a century ago..."
And then he threw back his head and laughed.