forum VILLIAN CHAT

Started December 23, 2019 by Deleted user

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(yee

remember that with the mansion, you can make your own rooms and rules. They're all in the side, some may be dangerous, but the healing station is in the kitchen. that okay?)

The figure arose from a black portal that seemed to appear out of the shadows.
The most eerie thing about her was her smile.
It was a grin, almost too wide for her narrow face, yet it was there. Full of pointed teeth, accompanied by crazed eyes. Tattered, wispy wings sprouted from her back, as if they were all but a shadow. In fact, it seemed all of this person were a shadow. The only few things that stood out were her white eyes, teeth, and her dark purple, tattered cloak with red gems for the fastening part of it. Her fingers extended out from her, the figure stretching them, all of the remnants of being human–or anything of the like–being lost, only a part of her past. Did she want to go back? To be human? No. Her morality was drained of her on that fateful day…
She snapped her head up to the surroundings. A mansion? How could I have come here? I was supposed to report to Birnam about- Her train of thought abruptly stopped when she noticed that she was not alone.
"Does anyone happen to know where, perhaps, we are? I don't believe I desired to be in a mansion such as this."

(nice….

GHOST ATTACK)

It might've been raining outside, It might've not. But, nonetheless, The High Devil of Corpsis walked into the main hall soaking wet.
"D–n Lust," he growled under his breath, wiping water off of his bald head. "If she waited for just one minute…"
Of course, he had neglected to look around, so if anyone had heard him…
Nonetheless, he attempted to clean his water-speckled glasses with the shirt of his suit, but he was soaking wet which made the lenses look worse. He gave up, putting them back on. It was just then that he noticed that he was in a mansion.
"A villain hideout as a mansion? Yeesh, that's the worse thing I've ever heard."

(I'm gonna add another character as well as my old one if that's all right with y'all)
"Now now, I don't think it's all that passé," the dark-haired man nearby remarked, dusting the rain off his own suit thoughtfully. "Such large buildings can contain quite a lot of mischief without alerting the suspicion of outsiders, and look quite classy while doing it. Then again, I myself own a mansion, so I may be a bit biased." He glanced over and smiled cheerfully at his companion. "The name's Blake. And you are?"

"I am The High Devil of Corpsis," the High Devil said. "There is still no real point to a mansion, period. All it exists for is to show how rich the owner is, devoting its entire self to feed that one person's ego." He took off his suit jacket to dry.
"It is much easier to create your own little port dimension to hide in. Plenty of room, can't see it at all, and great for patching up near fatal wounds." The High Devil looked Blake up and down, examining him. He was a villain alright, a touch of arrogance, greed, and power in his sin cloud. "But I'd assume you don't have the power to create such a dimension?"

(dropping this before I go to bed, I like your character so far xD)
"Ah yes, well, perhaps I should clarify," Blake replied easily. "My mansion is used mostly for entertaining guests and housing my staff, so naturally the bigger it is, the better. While I agree that a dimensional envelope might be more convenient, I do a lot of time travel and identity switching, and having a separate doorway for each individual project appeals to my organized personality." He smiled, nodding at the High Devil's soaking outfit. "Oh, that nasty rain got you, I see. Will you let me help you with that? Wouldn't want to catch a cold so far from home, would we?"

A sudden feminine chuckle came from behind them.
“Oh, your uses for such a promising structure are shallow-minded at best.”
The female voice said, stepping nearer.

“Think of how much equipment you could store in there, oh, the possibilities are endless~! I could fit my entire lab in there!”

Blake half-turned politely towards the source of the new voice. "Ah, I didn't see you there. Hello. Might I ask who you were speaking to just then? Was it me, or my esteemed friend here? And can I ask your name?"

To his surprise, his vision would cross a 7’8ft tall, dull green woman in a cape.
She had an overly sweet smile on her face that did not match her lime colored eyes, and she was eerily skinny, something was visibly wrong about her.
She wore a dark green bodysuit, black high heeled boots and long black gloves that hid her spindly hands. Her cape had a high collar with spikes on it, and the bottom dragged on the ground behind her. She had short, spiky, pine colored hair that looked a lot like a mad scientist’s, which she likely was, stated by her flaunting of ‘equipment’.

“Both of you.” She replied, stepping forward.

“Oh, I go by many names. Jade Cat’s Eye, Asbestos Quartz, Byssolite, Hexagonite, Nephrite, Smaragdite…
But most call me…Actinolite.”
She grinned, baring her unsettlingly sharp canines.

"And it is certainly a pleasure to meet you, Actonolite," Blake replied with a nod of his head. "My name is Mr. Blake of Cloudshade Incorporated, and this fellow is the High Devil of Corpsis. I gather you are a person of science, then? Fascinating! Might I ask where you're from?"
(I have to be at my job all day today, so I probably won't be on much after this until tomorrow)

“The pleasure is mine, Mr. Blake.”
She said politely.

“Oh? Indeed, I am. Do you know much about my profession?”
She asked, seeming quite interested.

“Why, I come from Homeworld! But enough about me, I want to know more about you.”
Actinolite put a pointed finger to his chest, grinning again.

“I assume you’re organic, yes?”

Can I join?

(~back~)
"Currently I am," Blake replied, unfazed. "I spend a lot of time on Earth these days, working on various little projects. And yes, I admit to being something of a patron of the sciences in my spare time. I myself lack the time or training to launch any studies of my own, but I do enjoy supporting those who can. What exactly do you study, might I ask?"

“Well, I mainly study organic biology, I strive to see how they work. But every now and then, I work on my own kind.”
Actinolite responded, nonchalantly looking at her glove.
“But current mission is to find a way to create more of my kind without destroying planets. I’ve found that part out, but keeping them alive…that’s a whole other problem. All of them have been defective in some way… Too small, too stupid, too weak, too aggressive. Forms turn to liquid when startled… disappear into mist when angry… the list goes on! I have a couple subjects that are getting closer, though…”