16518/Smol But Dedly

Smol But Dedly
Date of Scene:	08 December 2023
Location:	Bar With No Name
Synopsis:	A group of villains chat over DOOM. And booze.
Cast of Characters:	Talia al Ghul, Flatline, Zora Vukovic

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Talia al Ghul has posed:
The place where everybody hated your name. Where those with murder in their eyes and mayhem and carnage at their backs went to relax. Even the supervillains needed somewhere to hang out. The rules were simple - no business talk. No politics. Fighting took place outside. Somehow, every fiend and ne'er do well always knew where the rapidly relocating place was. The bar. . Where everyone hated your name.
    Talia Al Ghul is sitting there, sipping over at a drink that smelled rather foul with a little palm frond on it.

Flatline has posed:
    And the door opens up with a SLAM. Because that's obviously the way to enter a room full of extremely dangerous people, and in walks a dimunitive figure. White hair wild, sticking out from under a black hoodie. Pinkish-purplish eyes, ashy skin and... short. Very short.

    She swings herself up onto one of the available stools, looking around the Bar at the other denizens of the dark, and very politely:

    "Good evening! Could I have a soda, please?"

Talia al Ghul has posed:
There's no particular stares over at Flatline. The bad guys can all respect someone of short stature that more importantly has lots of stabby things at waist level. All of them have strong senses of self preservation, despite the sheer ridiculoity that heroes might make of their garb. Talia goes to glance over at Flatline for a moment before chuckling, and gesturing her over.
    "You're new in town, I think? Just started showing up in Gotham?" She would recollect from a few (possibly) disturbing news reports.

Zora Vukovic has posed:
A gauntleted hand catches the slammed door before it can swing shut behind the diminuitive deathgirl, Zora wearing a bemused expression as she steps into the room in a more stately fashion. She's a known quantity in the vaillainous community, her story well-known. It's a great Latverian tale! There are books! With pictures for the children! Zora is a hero! ...in Latveria. Pretty much everywhere else, she's considered one of the more dangerous people associated with DOOM.

Letting the door close behind her, she moves towards the bar with a swirl of green cloak, glancing this way and that. Taking note of the people gathered, then finding a space at the bar.

Flatline has posed:
    "... new, old, returning, what does it matter?" Flatline asks Talia, giving a small but bright grin. "But it appears I have made quite the impression, yes?" she questions, turning and pausing to look up to Zora, her lips pursing a moment, and then she turns back to the bartender.

    "An /orange/ soda, if you would. Thank you!" she adds brightly, slipping cash onto the bar.

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Huh, one doesn't often see someone that has an air of legitimacy about them. Talia would gesture over to Victorious, "So, what brings a member of the Legion of DOOM here?" WHether or not the first line of defenders of Latveria were called that did not mean that it wasn't entertaining!
    "Oh, all that matters is the bodies you leave behind. Though, it can be hard to keep up attention in Gotham. There's just so much competition when it comes to the news cycle and so many specialists that have honed thier craft."

Zora Vukovic has posed:
"Lord Doom has tasked me with seeking out and vetting a few appropriate individuals for a task of great importance to him. I am starting here, as a more general nexus of mercenary and villainy, but will branch out to Sister Margaret's as well, should the search here not prove fruitful," Zora intones her response, that intense expression and grave tone of voice seems to be her normal. Which might help to explain how she's managed to stay at the right hand of DOOM for the last five years.

Flatline has posed:
    "Ah. Latverian then?" Flatline inquires, and accepts an orange soda. It's in a bottle. Her cash is taken and the cap's popped off.

    She looks to Talia, and her lips purse a moment before she shrugs. "Good for me then. Less trouble, isn't it, when you do not stand out."

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would glance over at Zora, "Oh? The Lord Doom looks to the services of freelance troubleshooters?" She's polite in using the 'politically correct' term for when it comes to mercenaries. "I'm sure that you'll find a collection of rather.. Unique individuals here when it comes to services. Jus tkeep the business talk minimal, but networking is encouraged." She would take a sip of her drink.
    "True." Down to Flatline. "Depending on whether one is aiming to make a statement or not."

Zora Vukovic has posed:
"Yes." Zora's response to Flatline is quick and short, her voice heavily accented by her home country. "I am Victorious, the Herald of DOOM."

Yess, the 'DOOM' was capitalized in speech.

Nodding to Talia, she sweeps another glance around the room, "It is occasionally more advantageous to seek out third party contractors, than to use military might or robotic superiority. Not always. But sometimes." She stands out not only for her stature and dress (and accent), but also for her brevity. Sending long, considering looks to the various reprobates in the room before returning her attention to the pair at the bar, "Unless you intend infiltration, standing out is always better. Be seen. Be heard. Make yourself known as one to not be fucked with. It will save trouble later."

Flatline has posed:
    Flatline draws her eyebrows up as she regards Talia and Zora, and she sips from her orange soda. She purses her lips.

    "I suppose it also dependso n the type of work one wants to do, whether you want to stand out. Because obviously, I blend in so well with the usual crowd."

    That was sarcasm. She obviously doesn't LOOK... human.

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would nod over at Flatline, "Yes, which is why one occasionally needs to find a way to.. Market themselves in a line of business." She would look over to Victorious. "That's simple from your end. Unfortunately many of us do not have the ability to avail ourselves of diplomatic immunity. A shame which suppresses much in the way of independent initiative and explorations in many fields." Nodding over at the rest of Zora's commentary.

"There are ways to get around that." The whole 'looking human' bit.

Zora Vukovic has posed:
Zora lifts a brow at Talia, "Diplomatic immmunity has never stopped the so-called heroes from interfering in Doom's great work. They have even invaded Latveria without any sort of government sanction to attempt to disrupt the greatness of Latveria from spreading beyond its borders. And somehow, they never see any sort of punitive action from their own countries for their invasive and illegal actions." She glances around the room once more, then adds, "Besides, we are promoting the image of Latveria as a benevolent monarchy. Breaking Western laws does not help with that image."

To Flatline, she looks the girl over, "You are not so far removed from human that you could not pass with some effort."

Flatline has posed:
    Flatline just takes in the two older women, and she tilts her head back a bit, as if considering.

    "If I wanted to, certainly. Enough foundation to build tall buildings on." she gives a bright smile, "And plenty of powder I suppose. BUt so much time, and effort, only to be struck down by a rainstorm. Even outside Gotham sometimes it rains." she jokes, and gives a small shrug of her shoulders.

    "And trust me, I am far enough removed from human that I would not want to, all the time anyway."

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would shrug, "I think Gotham is in a permanent state of penance. The city occasionally makes one think that No Man's Land didn't level it sufficiently enough." Oh, but for wisps and tangents. The place was on a perpetual band aid, held together by acts of courage. "And I'm sure that Doom in turn has met such things with an appropriate level of force." She did enjoy this back and forth.

Zora Vukovic has posed:
Shaking her head at Flatline, she offers, "Makeup is overrated. Simply dress to the crowd with which you already fit. I do believe you can find.. is it visigoth? No. Gothic? That sounds closer. Gothic attire. They pale themselves to look dead, you simply need the clothes." Pausing, Zora looks at Flatline again, "Perhaps a brush."

To Talia, her lips twitch faintly as she murmurs, "Of course. As is our right when our country is invaded by foreign terrorists." Yep, that's right, there's more than likely Latverian terrorist reports for certain blue-suited heroes that have invaded Latverian borders.

Flatline has posed:
    "Ah, already enjoy the style, but it does make you stand out a bit when you're doing your shopping before Father Frost makes his way to your house." she gives a small smile, and turns on her stool to hop off.

    "Have a pleasant night, ladies, I'm afraid this place isn't dead enough for me~."

    And the young fighter makes her way out of the Bar with No Name, with her non-alcoholic drink in tow.