A young adult wandered around the mansion, confused on how she got there. All she remembered was fighting with her colleagues and then Poof she appeared inside the mansion. She had been wandering around for a couple of hours, looking for the exit. She stumbled upon the room where Zachary and Rosaline were in. Her outfit wasn’t that different from the other villains in the room. She had a black dress with the number eight on the right bottom, black and white tights, black shoes and a black cloak with a hood and blue spade on the bottom of the hood. She had black long gloves, her pale-ish skin glowed slightly, her hair was covering one of her eyes and her hair was ebony black.
(Her outfit looks a lot like this but the dress is a bit longer.)
"Ahh! Hello!" Rosaline walked over to the new person that had just entered the room.
"I love your outfit! My "cousin" would totally love to wear something like that, where did you get it? We would never get clothes like that in my tribe!" Rosaline took a deep breath and smiled.
"Sorry about going all "poultry" there; I just notice great outfits, like, all the time. By the way, everyone here has such great outfits, it kind of makes me wonder if I'm too "cutesy" to be here. It's always worked to my advantage, but, you know," she trailed off.
“But nevermind that! I want to hear some bad thing that you’ve done! It doesn’t have to be extreme if you’re uncomfortable, but I wanna hear some bad thing. It could even be that you stole a candy bar at age 7.” Rosaline clapped her hands together.
(when she said “poultry”, it’s like saying “ham” in this world. It’s slang in her tribe for being intense.)
“Gladly~” They said, before sprawling themselves across the chair as if this mansion was already theirs. They held their hands daintily as their eerie, hollow eyes looked from person to person. “I must say; lovely place you’ve got.” They grinned, “And bad thing, you say..?” They asked, tilting their eyebrows.
"Yep! Any bad thing. For example, once I kinda accidentally almost killed my “cousin” as they refused to help Leader. I didn’t mean too… I just jumped off a huge rock and underestimated how my powers worked. They ran away from me… I haven’t seen them since, but I hope they still like me…. I felt awful about it until I found out they were alive. Now I don’t care as much.” Rosaline shrugged. The more she told that story and how it didn’t affect her, she found that it was becoming true. She truly didn’t care as much. Before, she would of been terrified at this fact, but now she didn’t care.
“I’ve never done a bad thing in my life!” She huffed, lifting her head up in disgust at the very idea.
(She’s a villain, but she thinks that she can never do anything wrong)
((Zach only has black jeans on, but probably a few chains and a chunky belt. He has facial piercings, and blonde hair with orange tips. Right now, he's wearing a red cape and crown to try and look like he's in charge. He's actually a bit more punk, but again, he's chatting more formally to look like a leader))
Zach listened intensely to the conversation. As if fortune smiled upon him, everyone seemed to be distracted,even the newcomer. He hastily welcomed them all, and set up the dummies again, this time standing up by themselves. The girl with the umbrella didn't seem to deal with it very well when chained. He over heard the last bit of the conversation and dropped in.
'Of course, of course lots of us don't mean a bit a of harm in our actions do we?' he asked, 'we just simply do things our own way. Besides, the term "evil" is a bit childish isn't it? I mean, If anyone was going through an abandoned city and then they discover a lost wallet, why wouldn't they take it? It's right there, no person in sight, nothing stopping you, and it gives you profit. That can't be "evil"…' he whispered to himself, 'why the hell wouldn't anyone take it? So stupid… Stupid idiots… me, evil, just cause I'm not stupid?'
"That is a good point. Why wouldn't someone take a wallet? It only wouldn't be worth my time if there was no actual cash in the wallet. I've heard that people use credit cards now, and those are so useless to me. I need actual money that I can convert." Rosaline crossed her arms. "People can do stupid things with their technological advances. Credit cards might be good for some people, but to the rest of us, it just makes life more difficult."
"And really, I've only heard what I do as "evil" and "bad" so I would label it as such. Leader has been the only one that has said what I do is good work, but most people don't seem to believe that. Talking to you guys, I should have known you guys think what you do is good. And I agree with you all."
Zach smiled widely in response. Genuinely. Someone else really agreed with him! And for him, that either a good friend, tutor, or a very valuable part of the army. Possibly general. But the simple fact that she worked for someone else dampened this idea.
'Who is this leader? And why does he tell you what to do? I myself, I don't believe in doing particularly doing "good" deeds unless its reasonable, so someone else telling you to do "good" work? Whether the actions are good or bad doesn't count, why do you listen to him? Does he give you anything?'
A cloud of pink light flashed brightly, momentarily blinded the assembly as it filled the room. It faded until the others could see the young man who stood in the center of a room. He smiled charmingly and swiped his fingers through his light blond hair. He looked around. “My, am I underdressed.” He snapped his fingers and his (fashionable) street clothes disappeared and were replaced by a stunning tuxedo, the vest marching the same bright pink as the cloud. He looked around. “Where were we? Oh yes.” He looked at the rat man, “You called?”
(It is mouse man in charge right?)
"Well, I'm more of a criminal than a villian. Anyways, I helped my friends rob banks, kill innocent children, adults and important people." It was true, being friends with the Joker had taught her a lot. Especially since he was a pyschopath and the crowned prince of crime. She did hate how Batman always came to ruin their fun. She had to agree with Harley, that he was indeed a party pooper.
(Since she's a villian that I made for a DC universe fanfic.)
(Sweet. Think it would be okay if I joined?)
(Yas, still open, and as open as it will be! I mean,the only thing to kill it is to have no one talk on it or something)
(Also yes, anyone can join!)
(Yeah, as Aqua said, everyone is welcome!)
(Cool, thanks!)
A young woman with a beautiful doll-face sauntered in, her blonde hair thrown over her shoulder. She wore a pair of black jeans and a leather jacket, and looked as innocent as could be, except for her piercing blue eyes, full of malice and mischief, and the wicked, amused smile that curved her lips. "Ah, is this a party I see?" She asked, braiding her hair, seeming uncaring of the fact that she was in a room full of dangerous people. "Wonderful. I see that I haven't followed the dress code. O well." She shrugged, before flouncing over to the three.
Zach looked at the new visitors. He hadn't expected this at all, but quite a lot of people have to this place. It was especially weird, seeing how…
'I don't believe I called anyone. However, I regret not doing so to begin with. Your powers seem mighty fine…' and at this point he stopped. This many people and not enough topics. He hurried up to his throne and stood tall of the cushion.
'DEAR, DISTINGUISHED GUESTS' he addressed, 'I believe it is now time to not only chat and share our ambitions, but to also demostrate your prowess throughout the mansion. There are multiple rooms that I have conjured that,while have a basic setting, have the power to become any kind of room. It is unfortunate that no one can change their rooms to their desire, but perhaps one can use them to their advantage.' He swept his hand forward and gestured toward the many doors lining the walls.
'EXPLORE MY FRIENDS' In his head, he thought, goddamnit choose a door and leave me alone, you freaks. This 'host' act was starting to get him down. Now all the villains seem to be all gentleman like, a like he did not care for in the slightest. Why can't it just be… sarcastic, or something? Are there no women around here? Any enemies that he could just have a regualr fist fight with? He slumped in his throne.
(Basically, you can make up any kind of room you want. Also, feel free to annoy the characters more, but no killing. Like, you can make dangerous moves, but it's up to the characters writer to decide whether they die or not. The mansion has a reviving room,but someone must take you there. You can destroy vases and whatnot, but not the mansion. Those are the only rules,I'll put themin my first post, so enjoy)
The doll-like woman raised an eyebrow. "Jesus Christ, who do you think we are? Some kind of circus or something?" She shrugged innocently. "Honey, I'm not leaving this room. Why should I trust you?" She rolled her eyes. How dumb did he think she was? She had been handling stuff like this for years, and she wasn't about to start doing something against her better judgement.
She ran her fingers along a long, icy blue chain wrapped around her waist, with a sharp curve at the end, and her lips curved into a wicked smile.
Zach looked lazily at the women, and groaned.
'Lady… sorry, my friend, the rooms have a mind of their own, but I have purposefully put in a reviving room so no one gets mad, so beat it…' GODDAMNIT NOT THAT WAY 'I-i-i mean… Feel free to explore with safety in your mind. Sorry about my rudeness…' He suppressed another groan. Why the hell do modern villains do this?
A large white and black cat stalked into the room. It was a rather odd cat, with a lizard like and whip thin tail ending with a impressive tuft of fur. He ran along on six legs.
He sat up on his hind legs and morphed into a tall, rather messy looking young man with a lopsided grin. His tail still swished around his legs and his bent cat like ears flicked around, listening. A second pair of arms disappeared almost immediately.
"God, you all are loud. I could hear you from the south central courtyard." He said gesturing. He fiddled awkwardly with the neck of his shirt. It was black and cropped and rather plain with long skin tight sleeves.
She raised a brow. "Fine, then." She sauntered away, looking for a door. She had been hoping to play, maybe show off a bit, kill something. But clearly he was just some boring lowlife who pretended to be a villain.
