Meanwhile, at the S.S. Doom, Beta Ray Zero landed back on the deck with an unexpected passenger. Professor Lawrence Z. Crane, alias Mister Scary, had hijacked the Purple Joker's intended transport and hung the clown out to dry. While yes, the two had grown a professional respect for each other over the years, personally, Crane found Kilgrave absolutely repugnant. So, no love was lost at snatching away Joker's getaway.
Once Mr. Scary had worked his chemistry on the mysterious swordswoman, he fled to the roof of the Asylum. Bane's rampage provided the perfect distraction for him to flee upward. Once he had ascended, Crane called out to the false Asgardian and ordered him to bring him to the Legion's flagship. It didn't take a lot of convincing for Bezarro to oblige, as he had also hated Joker. The poor sap was still worried about dear Joan, but he would get over it. Everything that had transpired in the Asylum had gone to plan. Not to Loxxi's, but to Nygma's.
Lawrence hopped off Bezarro's back and approached the door, "Traveling off you was wonderfully swift, my friend. You are a truly fascinating specimen," he said to the beast in a very positive tone. Professor Crane was a Master of Psychology, and when it came to Bezarro, he knew how to utilize reverse psychology to confuse the monster with a clash of words and tone. He took pleasure in stupefying the big lug.
Beta Ray Zero stalled as he tried to figure out what exactly Professor Crane meant. He was working hard to try and understand things the way everyone else did. The tone implied something positive, but the words meant something so harsh to him. He missed the Jester; she was simpler to understand. "Ugh…me brain hurt," He clutched his head in confusion as he tried to understand.
Mr. Scary tugged at his leather gloves before knocking on the door. As he awaited its opening, he adjusted the rest of his attire so he could make a good impression for the rest of the villains. When his ex-co-worker told him about an exciting new venture, Crane was initially averse. He was a medium sized fish in a small pond. Moving to the ocean, literally in this case, seemed too much for the scientific minded menace. But when he learned that he'd be working alongside Yon-Sinestro, the cosmos's master of Fear, he was instantly sold on the basis that he'd work with his idol. With one of Sinestro's yellow rings, Crane could unlock the secrets of terror and horror in ways he never could have dreamed.
The front door shifted open to reveal the ship's interior. The seven current inhabitants looked to the front to see Mr. Scary, receiving mixed reactions. Of the myriad, the primary one was confusion. "And now, let me properly welcome the Clown Puppeteer of Crime…eh, what?!" It had seemed that Loxxi was preparing to introduce Purple Joker to the Legion with some dramatic speech, only for it to be all for naught when he hadn't been the one behind the door. "What the hell is he doing here?!" Loxxi shouted in fury.
Minerva popped her claws in response to Luthorson's visceral reaction, "Who is this grim reaper, wannabe?"
Kamala was the first to chime in and answer, "That's Mr. Scary, he's one of the guys who worked under Kingpain in Goth's Kitchen. He uses a gas to make people live their worst fears through hallucinations," she quickly expositioned as if on cue.
Sonic Manta scoffed at hearing Crane's alias, "Mister Scary, that's the most ridiculous moniker I've ever heard. What, was medical school so difficult that you couldn't call yourself Doctor?" he mocked with a reverberated laugh.
Meanwhile, Toymandarin paid no attention to Mr. Scary. He was fidgeting away at a tablet, browsing through the internet to see how many new toys had come to light since he'd been put away. He was also looking at inspiration for new designs for weaponry.
Yon-Sinestro cocked an eyebrow in intrigue, "Quiet, fish man. The man in rags piques my interest." He clenched his fist, causing his yellow ring to glimmer. A beam of light shot from Sinestro's hand, itself also becoming a hand, grabbing Mr. Scary from the entryway, and dragging him front and center before the other Legionnaires.
Crane was starstruck upon contact with Sinestro's construct. He could feel the energy radiating off it, and his adrenaline spiking to levels akin to terror by just being in its presence. It was exhilarating to him. He looked up to the roundtable he sat in the center of, primarily to Yon-Sinestro. "Mister Sinestro, sir, I must be transparent. I am a big fan of your work," he said with great reverence. Once Kree released Crane from his grasp, he immediately kneeled before them.
Finally, Nygma decided to speak up, "Welcome Lawrence, we've been awaiting your arrival for some time. I assume everything in Ryker's went to plan?" the Inquizitor inquired as he adjusted his glasses.
Scary smirked behind his mask, "It went swimmingly, Wesley. Ivy's actions towards Quinzel were as predicted, my emergency venom did wonders for our old employer, and I have never seen the Blind Bat so bloodied. Not to mention how many prisoners were subjected to my toxin. I must say, this has been one of my better days."
"Yes, well, this reunion is very nice and all, but can you please tell me WHY ARE YOU HERE?!" Loxxi seethed with frustration. "The plan was to bring Purple Joker here, so we could harvest his blood, and use its properties to pacify anyone who resists our changes to reality. But I see no Joker, and that means that whole operation was a waste of time!"
"Well, maybe he got out with the rest of them. I can blitz around the Kitchen, and snatch him out," Minerva offered up, trying to remedy her leader's anger.
"Oh, no. That won't be possible," the Toymandarin spoke up in his eerie voice.
Loxxi grimaced, "And why is that Mr. Winwu?" He asked as his eye started to twitch.
"Sorry to tell you, Mr. Luthorson, but the Puppet Master's dead," Winwu answered as he held up his tablet to reveal a news report from the Goth's Kitchen Gazette announcing as such. "A lady in a green cloak with a magic sword did it."
Loxxi Luthorson's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his skull. He raised his hand in the air; it started glowing with green light as Nygma's whole body did the same. The two entities then collided as Wesley was telekinetically dragged across the table. His neck was then clasped firmly in Loxxi's grip as if he called forth Thor's hammer.
Everyone around the table was in shock. Minerva popped her claws again, prepared to dispose of the body if needed. Kamala embiggened her fists to rather separate them and deescalate the situation. Winwu and Sinestro readied their rings, and Manta his cannon to defend themselves in case they were next.
Loxxi held Nygma in a death grip, it was the same one Ghanoseid had used six months prior to nearly kill him. "This was your doing, wasn't it? You betrayed the mission just to dispatch your old rival," he accused with venom in his voice. "You are a small, petty, weak-willed coward of a man. Give me one good reason not to eliminate your measly existence, right now!"
Nygma squirmed in Loxxi's grasp, helplessly trying to escape, "Understand I had your best interests at heart, sir. Joker would have been a severe liability to the cause, I did what I knew would benefit you in the long run. And you still need me to decipher the logistics!" Wesley answered in a panicked frenzy.
Loxxi chortled, "You think you're the only one who could have done it? You one-man think tanks come by the dozen. You were just the first one who ate up my offer. What I don't have is a man who can alter perception of reality without telepathy!" He began squeezing harder on the Inquizitor's windpipe, ready to expel his frustration.
Nygma barely had the air to choke out, "Actually…you do." He weakly raised his arm to point towards Mr. Scary.
This was Crane's time to shine, "Don't you worry, sir. You won't need him to provide you with a proper cognitive anesthetic," he assured. He reached into his cloak and retrieved a vial hidden within a compartment on his fear gas cannister. As he opened it, cold mist billowed out from beneath his rags.
"Forgive me, but terrifying billions into accepting their new reality is not what I intend to do. I'm done trying to rule the world through fear. This requires a gentler touch," Loxxi denounced as his remark earned a glare from Sinestro. During this, he dropped Wesley to the ground. The matchstick man reeled on the ground, trying to catch his breath.
"Oh no, of course not. This is something far more special," Crane shined the vial against the spotlight hanging over the table. The liquid within carried a magenta hue. It looked like Joker's blood. "I've been taking samples of Joan Quinzel's blood. Nygma and I captured her once during a gang war we had with Joker, years ago. Given her proximity to Kilgrave, and how he enjoyed her company, there are select traces of his blood, and therefore pheromones, attached to her DNA. It's how I synthesized those inoculations for you all. Funny how that ended up being unnecessary." He explained with a chortle.
Loxxi was impressed by Crane's ingenuity, "So, does this mean that you can mass produce his pheromones for that stage of the plan?"
Mr. Scary stored the vial back in his cannister, "I'll need time and the proper resources, but yes. You'll get what you want, and so will I."
Loxxi glanced over to Wesley, "I assume you've brought him up to speed on everything?" he asked nonchalantly, as if he didn't nearly just strangle the Inquizitor to death a minute prior.
Wesley slowly rose to the table, sat back in his chair, and readjusted his tie and glasses. "Yes sir, this was always my intention to replace Joker's utility with someone I knew we could trust," he explained in a hushed voice. He continued to hold his throat after that terrifying experience.
The Inquizitor was hardly given the respect he felt he deserved. He was extremely intelligent, but he felt that competence was constantly overlooked because of his mild-mannered demeanor. The Kingpain had always treated Wesley well, but the disparity in their statures led to few criminal cohorts having the same reverence. His quiz and riddle gimmick garnered some ire as well. The criminal underworld saw Wesley Nygma as a joke, nothing but a lapdog to the Kingpain.
He was desperate to prove himself a competent solo-supervillain after the fall of Bane. His employer had entrusted him to run Goth's Kitchen while he was away, and he failed miserably. He had the plans, but he couldn't command the same presence he relied on Bane for in the past. Nygma always felt he was doomed to play lackey to someone else, and now he was working for someone who didn't even value him. Nevertheless, he remained devoutly loyal to whoever signed his checks, hoping his talents and merit would eventually win out in the end.
Loxxi looked towards Mr. Scary and grinned, "Well, with all that in order, welcome to the Legion of Masters, Lawrence." He extended his hand across the table to officially bring him aboard.
Lawrence Crane pulled back his hood and popped off his gas mask. A hiss of air rushed out as his face was revealed once again. He held the mask to his side so he could look Loxxi in the eyes as he shook his hand, "The honor is all mine, Mr. Luthorson."
"Please Lawrence, we're peers now. Call me Loxxi," and so, a new Legionnaire was born.
Within the ever-shifting floors within the Tower of Fate, Jessica was undergoing some familial bonding with her dear Uncle Khlarion. And by bonding, I mean rigorous training exercises. Within the non-Euclidean layout of the tower, the Emerald Witch tried to navigate the confusing landscape. Walls and floors levitated around the confines of the tower, creating new corridors to everywhere, staircases to nowhere, and battlegrounds which did not fully operate within the laws of conventional physics. She made a series of wrong turns and escalations, forcing her to be completely turned around.
Jessica was currently upside down on the bottom of a slab of stone aimlessly drifting through the liminal space. The fluid gravity made her feel somewhat queasy. "Uncle, are you sure that this is necessary for me to work with? Gravity is pretty standard wherever I go," she asked unsurely, as she flared her ring with light. The emerald glow was now combined with black crackles.
The darkness within the light was Khlarion's doing. With Jessica's lantern's stores of willpower locked behind an oath she forgot; the demon child used his powers to force the energy within it directly into her ring. Magic of the Green Mystics was beholden to restrictions and disciplines, Khlarion's chaos magic spat in the face of all of that and brute forced reality to his own will. That willpower now being what powered Jessica's ring.
The witch boy in the wheelchair sat above on a ledge overlooking the scene akin to Relativity by M.C. Escher. All the while, he gently petted his precious raven. "Completely, Jessie! Our power derives from what can be! The less you focus on what should be, the better!" By expanding the realm of possibilities to a theoretical environment, her capabilities should also potentially increase. "Now, let's make things interesting," he said as he snapped his fingers.
The bird flew from her perch on Khlarion's chair. Miss Tiquel spun around mid-flight. Dark blue feathers swirled around the familiar as she took on her true, more humanoid form. She landed at the other side of the room with a flourish. Piercing yellow eyes stared into Jessica's soul as the feathers on her wing-arms sharpened into blades. She never spoke a word that the Witch could understand, but Jessica could always sense the birdwoman was communicating with her uncle.
The Emerald Witch looked at Miss Tiquel uneasily, "She's not going to seriously hurt me, is she?" She asked looking up to Khlarion.
"Probably not, but who am I to say she's not going to slice you to ribbons," the boy answered, emphasizing the last part out loud to his familiar.
Miss Tiquel quickly ran across the warped arena. The lissome avian traversed the treacherous terrain with ease. She ran on walls and even under floating platforms before jumping down to slash at Jessica with her feathers.
Jessica instinctively put up a shield of emerald light with her ring to defend against the initial strike. She took a step back and turned the shield into a large fist and send it straight forward to knock Tiquel back. She was rusty with her constructs, but she still knew the basics of using it for combat.
The bird lady rolled with the punch, but she ended up tumbling through one of the ever-shifting staircases. She dashed through the halls, emerging from one side of the tower to another. The raven sent flurries of razor-sharp feathers from her wings whenever she passed by a opening as she traveled the non-Euclidian space.
Jessica had no way of knowing where her feathered assailant was going to pop out from next. Anywhere she ran would end up leading somewhere different. The feathers darted through the air and flew around Jessica. She ended up creating constructs of fans to blow the feathers away. Some were blown away, but the mystical nature of the shots sent them flying back to their target. Most stabbed into Jessica's jade jacket, but others passed through and pierced her skin. She flinched, but she wasn't badly injured.
The Emerald Witch thought for a moment. There was no use chasing Miss Tiquel through the tower. Getting anywhere in a place like this would be a fool's errand. But if she stayed in one place too long, more of her feathers would cut her up.
And as she stood in rumination, the next assault came from below her. Somehow the raven had gone across a horizontal staircase and ended up a floor below. As they careened towards Jessica, she retaliated with a blast of energy. The shot crackled with both green and black light as it punched straight towards the direction of the feathers. Tiquel would retreat through the staircase and end up somewhere else, but Jessica maintained her will. Instead of being a single blast of light, it was a continuous stream of energy which chased the bird through the tower. It would follow the bird wherever she fled.
Jessica watched as the bird scrambled through the terrain. The blue figure soared around the space as the green beam chased her like a comets tail. At the same time, keeping this extensive construct up was exhausting. Consistent output like this was like tensing a muscle, and she hadn't left her home for six months. But within minutes, the entire interior of the tower looked like a laser security grid straight out of a spy movie.
Miss Tiquel tried circling back to hit Jessica head on. Admittedly, the familiar underestimated the girl. The Emerald Witch was cleverer than she originally let on. She had been Khlarion's fateful companion for decades, meaning she had known Jessica's father for just as much time. The bird understood the relationship the Nelson brothers had, and deeply respected Erik for his work. Regardless, she still hated him because his work was in direct opposition to theirs. Now that he was gone, her master could finally wreak chaos upon the world like she was created to do.
Eventually, the bird would emerge from a staircase leading to the ceiling from a window leading outside. How she ended up outside was unclear. Miss Tiquel leapt from the corner where the axis bent and prepared to slash two bladed wings across the young woman's face. But unfortunately, she was not faster than the laser, and it punched straight through her. All the way through.
The bird lady collapsed to the ground, losing all aerial momentum. She looked down to see a hole going all the way through her torso. Jessica was horrified at the idea she'd accidentally murdered her uncle's familiar. Her concentration shattered as the laser dissipated. He had told her as his anchor, if Tiquel died, he'd be cast from his dimension. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" she said in a panic. She ran to the bird woman as she started constructing what looked to be a large Band-Aid.
Tiquel only tilted her head in curiosity like any bird would, as the hole in her body repaired and refilled itself. She seemed unfazed by the impalement.
"She's a shapeshifter, Jess! Also, she's magic. It's not like you can actually kill her like that," Khlarion called down from above, followed by a sinister sounding chuckle. He found her shock and awe entertaining.
Jessica reached her hand down and helped Miss Tiquel back up on her own two feet. The bird woman gave her a nod before transforming back into her simple, raven form, and flying back up to her master's chair. "Hey, would you mind changing the tower back to normal? I don't know where you put the kitchen"
Khlarion looked around at the chaotic mess that was the tower's current floorplan, "But this looks so cool!" he pleaded back like the petulant child he appeared as.
Jessica stared up at her uncle on his platform and fired out a large green hand from her ring and grabbed the platform. She then slammed the slab of stone straight down to her level, shaking Khlarion quite a bit. "Now, Uncle Charles. Please." She was not amused whatsoever.
"Ugh, fine. That's all you had to say, kid. Words can be magic too," Khlarion said sarcastically. Once the boy regained his bearings, he snapped his fingers and the setting of the tower returned to how it was before with a large shock wave of black magic. While his abilities were not usually so unlimited to where he could warp space to the extent it was, the mystical architecture of the Tower of Fate gave him a boost in potential.
Jessica looked around as everything in her home returned to how it should be. She looked at Khlarion with concern. How could she be sure that he is who he says he is? He wears her late-uncle's face, but is he really her uncle? What if she made a massive mistake by working with him? She could very well have made a deal with the devil and doomed the world; because she didn't want to grieve her father alone and be strong enough to succeed him.
"You know, for somebody who's powers come from their force of will, you got a lot of fear on your mind, Jessie," Khlarion commented, resting his chin on his fist which was on the armrest of his chair.
His comment startled her, "Gah! What do you-" Jessica asked after a jump.
Khlarion tapped the side of his head with his other hand, "Telepath, kiddo," he answered with a smirk, "I get it. You have every reason not to trust me. I came out of a portal to Hell, completely admitted to being your dad's nematode," he continued before being squawked at by his bird. "Nemesis, right. I also swore you to secrecy about my existence to your buddies on the Justice League."
"They're called the League of Marvelous I-wait, sworn to secrecy. I didn't agree to that!" Jessica denied with worry. If she did agree to that, she wouldn't be able to ask for help if things went wrong with this guy.
"Yeah, just kidding. You didn't," Khlarion said with a giggle, "I'd prefer if you didn't, but I can't control you. That'd be antithetical to my whole deal."
Jessica gave him a puzzled look, "You forget the word nemesis, which you've said to me before, but not antithetical?"
"Chaos demon, I'm contingently inconsistent," Khlarion responded with a wink and a smile.
"Don't you mean consistently inconsistent?" she asked, a little more befuddled.
"Who's to say what I meant? But what I do mean is you can tell them if you want, but if you do, things are gonna get ugly," Khlarion answered very casually.
"What do you mean ugly, what are you going to do to them?" As Jessica asked, she clenched her fist. Her ring sparked up again if the boy was to propose a threat.
"Look, your Pops told me about these guys. They track down and neuter anything that could be a threat to your precious muggles," Khlarion explained with blasé.
"If I just told them what the situation was, they'd understand," Jessica asserted.
"Erik and me, we had a system, a respect between rivals. I messed stuff up, he did clean-up. That's how Order and Chaos work, but he always left just a little bit of what I left behind, that's the balance."
"I fail to see the difference between what he did, and what they do," she commented.
"Your guys, they mean well, but they're overzealous. Your world has a lot of real unhappy people. The world's not right for them. So, they go out, and try and change their situation so that they can feel right in the world. I call it progress; they call it crime," the boy explained.
"It gives them an excuse to come down from the heavens like guardian angels and quell any changes that pose a threat to the "natural" world. After they undo the "damage" they've done, they either throw the poor souls into all those maximum-security prisons you guys seem to love making, or they just put them down like rabid ducks! And because of that, your world has stagnated," he continued as he wheeled around the room.
"Despite the steady increase of superpowered people through the past few years, hardly anything has changed. You'd think after all Fate and I did, things would have been more extravagant by now. You'd especially think your team would've expanded beyond like ten guys at its peak. But my point is, your League gets in the way of chaos in a way Fate didn't when he could help it. Imagine what they'd try to do to me, a literal Agent of Chaos," Khlarion concluded. "I'd destroy them all with ease if they tried to, but nonetheless."
Jessica pondered the idea, he was obviously very biased in his initial premise, but maybe there was a truth to what he said, "They're not like that. They would trust me to vouch for you."
"Would they? You've told me that you've been off their rotation for a long time. I get that you lost your father, but they've shelved you for a while," Khlarion mentioned, "Why do you think they would keep you off the team for so long?"
"They're putting me back on active duty soon. I'm ready because of your help," she retorted.
"But why did you need my help?" Khlarion pried, "The ring-slingers are a bunch of bureaucratic slags, but their system is intuitive. Why are they holding back one of their strongest members in here?"
Jessica looked down at the floor, she knew why. "When I was an active member, I still wasn't in the best of states. I used the Lantern to supplement my diminished will because I was terrified every day. Ever since I saw those monsters kill my friends, I was scared to ever leave my house."
She looked down at her ring, the gift from her father, "My father gave me this ring to protect myself, but all it did was bring the demons I had inside to the outside world. The constructs I created with this ring were the horrors in my mind that plagued my every moment. They worked on bad guys, but they made everyone I tried to help horrified of me. I didn't choose the title of "Witch", it's what the people who feared me called me."
"Oh, so that's what all those things inside your head were, neat," Khlarion said nonchalantly. "It'd be real nice if you actually used those instead of a…really long straight line."
"Stark was always hesitant to send me in because of what I can do. He treats me like a ticking bomb, and everyone else treats me with kid gloves. They don't want to admit it, but they're all scared of what's in here," she explained as she tapped the side of her head.
"To think that's what happens when your power is limited to that ring, you could do so much more if you let me expand your potential," Khlarion suggested. "But yet you still hold back, you haven't even used any of the other stuff I've taught you!"
Jessica was quick to shake her head in denial. "I don't want to invoke fear in people. I hold myself back now, keep my emotions under control, keep my constructs simple. But when my father died, I knew that if I let those feelings of grief and pain out, I'd become the monster they already see me as. When you have the kind of power we have, you don't have as much luxury of being human. And I have never been cut out to hold in that part of myself."
"I guess I don't need to spell out why you shouldn't spill the beets about me, then," Khlarion interjected, finally getting a better understanding of Jessica's mental state. "Your father's dead brother comes back, is apparently an extremely dangerous entity that he told no one about, but he's just here to spend time with his next of kin. They'll think you're loonier than you already are!" He explained completely truthfully in his intentions. The fact this conclusion was beneficial to him was just an added plus.
"They'll think I'm letting my grief blind me to the danger you are, and maybe it is," Jessica said with a great deal of self-awareness. "I want to trust you, but I'm going to need some assurance."
"Whatcha want? I got tons of stories," Khlarion answered.
"No, I need another source. I need someone who can verify what you're saying is true. That you are who you say you are. Is there anyone else who already knows about who you are and your connection to my father?" Jessica asked firmly.
Khlarion sat quietly in thought, until his bird squawked at him, "You think she's still alive," he asked Miss Tiquel before she squawked again, "Oh right, yeah, she would be immortal after that, good call." He pet his bird then directed his attention back to Jessica. "Yeah, I got someone."
"Okay, let's go see them then," Jessica said with authority, even though she really didn't have any leverage at all in this situation. She was feigning confidence to try and gain control of the situation.
Khlarion knew this, but he played along because he wanted to foster his niece's self-worth. "Alright kid, you drive a hard bargain, but sure. Let's go pay a visit to an old friend." Afterward, he twirled his finger in the air, and a hellish, black portal opened in the floor. Nothing could be seen through it beyond the inky void. "Okay, get in."
Jessica's eyes widened, "What?"
"Relax, it leads somewhere relatively normal, I swear on my own grave," he promised, although openly crossing his fingers over his chest.
Jessica felt uneasy looking into the portal, but she ignored her fear for the moment and jumped right through. As she descended into the darkness, she looked up to not see her uncle follow her through. She began screaming in terror as she succumbed to the abyss, and the portal closed.
Khlarion sighed and put his fingers to his temples. He was going to meet Jessica there, but in the meantime, he had a call to make. He called out telepathically to another partner he'd been working with. He called out to Loxxi Luthorson.
"Talk to me L.L., do you have the purple guy?" he thought towards the villain. His mental voice was deep and rich with a silky English accent. It was befitting of someone who was the actual age Khlarion would have been had be not died. He was hiding his true form to Loxxi, likely so he'd be taken seriously by him. "Not exactly, X. Joker's dead, but we have a Plan B. Wesley had his own person in mind and undermined the initial plan, but it seems like it will work out," Loxxi thought back, sounding very annoyed.
Khlarion groaned, he also seemed annoyed. "Shame, I was kind of excited to use that guy. Kept calling himself an Agent of Chaos, I wanted to call his bluff. But you can still replicate his effects independent of psychic power?"
"Yes, hopefully. How is the battery coming along," Loxxi asked in turn, not aware that the battery in question was the Emerald Witch herself.
"It's getting there. There's been certain roadblocks which are blocking the rise in potential magic. But give me enough time, and we should remain on schedule," Khlarion answered, now changing the subject, "What about the girl? How is she adjusting to her new situation?" He seemed genuinely concerned for her well-being.
"Kamala? She's adjusting, I suppose. Sinestro is keeping a tight hold on her, draining her of her capacity for fear. Once we send her out in the field, I think her loyalty will be fully cemented," Loxxi said tactically, "I was curious as to why you wanted me to recruit her. Beta -Zero is far stronger, and you already have your shapeshifter."
Khlarion was silent for a moment before responding, "When I burdened you with glorious purpose. I saw a world greatly limited. So much potential put into its inner workings, and yet remained so…uneventful, so small. To make it as big as it could be, I wanted your team to be full of those from all perspectives."
Loxxi seemed to immediately understand. "You wanted someone who still had a heart for the people." There was more to it than that, but that one statement was enough for Khlarion to know he got it. That didn't mean he agreed with the sentiment, though.
"You see the bigger picture, Loxxi. That's why I put you in charge," Khlarion said proudly. "Anyway, your next target is the Iron Vault. I'll have my messenger send over the details shortly."
"Wait, why? We're connected right now, just tell me the details yourself," Loxxi asked incredulous of what Khlarion suggested.
"I have other things to tend to, Mr. Luthorson. Just get it done," Khlarion snapped back.
"Fine, I know the perfect people to handle a heist like this," Loxxi acquiesced with frustration on his mind. Working for someone like Khlarion was starting to put a drain on his sanity. But for now, he just kept his eyes on the prize of glory. It would all be worth it in the end. "We'll talk again soon, I hope?"
"In due time, now get back to work." Khlarion then "hung up" on Loxxi and conjured a dossier in his hand. He passed it to his bird, "The nerve of some people, right?" The boy joked before Miss Tiquel disappeared into the shadows with the file.
Khlarion checked his wrist for a non-existent watch, "Gee, I've been letting her fall in the void for a while. I gotta get over there!" He then twirled his finger again, this time creating a portal above him. With a pump down of his arm, the portal rushed down over him, sending the Witch Boy to someone he hadn't seen in a long time.