Owner	Pose
Cheetah	The Bar With No Name. A secret place where the supervillains had their social hour. The rules were no fighting, any feuds had to be taken outside. And you could only get in with an arrest warrant out on you.     Currently sitting over in a corner was Cheetah, nursing over on a large mug of something. Up in a corner on a broken television, an episode of 'Fraser' was playing on it.
Maynard Tiboldt	Maynard Tiboldt, the scion of the legendary Tiboldt showman family, ringmaster of one of the last standing circuses in America, and secret supervillain. Maynard had been across the world using both his hypnotic gadget, The Nulltron, and his troupe's unique talents to committ robberies and enrich both him and his troupe, and get a bit of revenge on those who shunned him and his troupe. After years of planning, he and his troupe had finally arrived in the Big Apple itself, and Maynard had decided to stretch his legs and explore his biggest cash cow yet. The Bar With No Name was one of those places that spread quickly throughout the Underworld, and this word of mouth is what drew Maynard to it like a fly to honey. He had managed to get past the bouncer, who seemed to believe him to be some type of yuppie at first due to his formal tux and neatly groomed hair and mustache, with a heafty bribe and light mention of his reputation. Maynard sat down next to Cheetah with a heavy sigh and took a sip out of his beer stein. As the beverage's scene reached Cheetah's nose she would realize that the man was drinking cherry cola.
Cheetah	Cheetah would take a sip of her drink and then turn over to look at Maynard. The man looks familiar for a moment but as she would try to place him in her memory she would fail. But his attire would be unique enough to get her attention. So she would turn in her seat to casually speak over to him. "What you supposed to be? Some sort of Flash villain?" Finishing her drink and making a clawed motoin for a refill. And wrinkle her nose at cherry cola. There had to be -some- standards for decorum. What was next, Pepsi Zero?
Maynard Tiboldt	Maynard's heap whipped towards Cheetah suddenly, a qurstioning glance on his face as he looked at Cheetah, Suddenly, he rolls his eyes and scoffed as he placed his glass down and signaled for a refill. He then says to Cheetah, "Heavens no! I usually try not to fight superheros, especially speedsters. I am actually a Ringmaster of my very own Circus."
Bane	Bane is sat in the a dimly light corner with all entraces and exits in and out of the main barroom in his field of view. He's nursing a very expesive port brandy, and Though he's seemingly sat alone. Closer inspection of the room would reveal several memebers of the league and members of Bane's own gang placed inconspicuously accross the room. Bane has been away from his normal stomping grounds for a while so he's come back to observe and see the lay of the land. Soon the temple will open again and the pit fights will resume.
Cheetah	Cheetah would look over at Maynard for just a moment over and just shrug. "Hardly like I'm in any sort of position to stare." She would say after a moment's consideration. "So, what brings the Circus in to town?" Her doing a 'public face' rather than being mean. Bane himself is given a glance over along with his gang assessively.
Maynard Tiboldt	Maynard grins as he gets his mug refilled, it was quite obvious that the man was a teatotler, pretty odd that he'd be in a bar then. As he drinks he turns to you and says, "Isn't it obvious? NYC is a gold mine!" Maynard slams his glass down, a greedy glint in his eyes, before suddenly clearing his throat and readjusting his suit. He then says, With everything that has happened recently New Yorkers need a distraction, and my Circus isn in a perfect position to help with that, and it gives us an opportunity to make off with our greatest haul yet!"
Inque	Inque slips into the bar. Literally. Why open a door when you can just ooze underneath it. Her form shifts from that of a black amorphous puddle into that of a woman who looks like she just stepped out of a black and white movie. That is to say, that she's entirely in shades of black and blue.     She surveys the place, noting who's here, and grins when Maynard starts boasting. "Oh?" she says, her voice smooth as silk. "And what would that be?"
Cheetah	It's always good to have a hobby. New York -is- a gold mine. "You're going to have every hero in the tri-state area on security duty thanks to things in Manhattan. Something really big and public is going to draw them all out in person or on overwatch. So what's your plan to avoid being flattened by them?"
Cain Marko	The rear of the bar suddenly seems to fill up with the presence of a newcomer as he emerges from the back hallways leading to the rest rooms and emergency exits. He's big on a scale that can only be described as a human mountain range. With an immensity that implies that he ate the defensive line of the New York Giants, topped it off with the current Yokozuna and then came back for seconds with the current bodybuilding line up of the past few Mr. Olympia's with a side of World's Strongest Man competitions. By the way, he's huge. Each movement stretches a tee-shirt sporting an image of Godzilla on it, like saranwrap across monstrous pectorals and boulder like biceps and his jeans and work boots strain against his muscled legs. The big question might be his identity, given that he's not in costume at the moment ..but really who else could it be? Oh yeah it's The Juggernaut B---well really we have more class then that. But not much more class. Either way, here, even though he's not in costume, he's unmistakable. The red hair and glowering perpetual scowl gives it away to those in the know and that'd be most people who visit this bar. He moves through the room like some sort of oil tanker among much smaller ships as he approaches the bar. Honestly, the real question is..how the hell did he fit in through the back door? Another mystery of the Bar With No Name.
Maynard Tiboldt	Maynard grinned cockily as he suddenly reached into his suit pocket and pulled out... a spiral disc. He places it gently on the bar counter and gestures to it, saying, "This is my trump card. This beauty is but one part of my secret weapon, The Nulltron." Maynard then takes a sip of his soda and continues, "This beautiful device allows me to hypnotize my audiences, and allows my troupe to rob them blind. I've been using this beauty for years, and it hasn;t failed me yet. He then turns toward Inque and scoffs while saying, "Isn't obvious, it anyhting valuable that isn't nailed down."
Cheetah	Cheetah would just glance over at Maynard for a moment, squinting very hard. Her expression would read 'are you sure you're not a Flash villain' before she would sigh. "All right." She'd seen stranger after all. Maybe even worked with. She was the furry one that had been blessed/cursed by a god. Then any sort of further commentary would be cut off as the Juggernaut would make his interest. "Why hello there." Now Juggernaut she would definitely recognize. Particularly the Gem that empowered him which she would gaze at him as if she could try and make out the aura whether it was present or not.
Inque	"Robbing a captive audience?" Inque says incredulously, eyeing the device. "That would have worked in the 50s back when everybody carried cash. Now it's all electronic. Do you get them to give you their PIN as well?" Her tone isn't entirely mocking.     "Why not use it to rob a bank? Or an art museum? There's a rather active black market for art in the city," she suggests. "Mostly used for money laundering, mind you, but some people would pay good money for a Rembrandt."     Cain's entrance doesn't go unnoticed by the saboteur. She leans against the wall and folds her arms, curious to see what the large man will do. She's only heard about him through reputation.
Bane	"Your scheme is extremely short sighted. Once these people are snapped out of your hypnotic trance they will notice their belongings and money gone. They will report and you will be on every hero and vigilante's radar. Even if you escape before they're made aware of you. You can't do this scheme a second time you will set off all sorts of red flags and alerts. who finds a gold mine, fills up one cart and then dynamites it so no one can ever mine more gold from it" Bane says breaking his silence.
Cain Marko	"Yo." It's a surprisingly chill greeting considering what is certainly the behemoths reputation. It's certainly in contrast to whatever she sees if able to view his aura or anything supernatural about him. A seething cauldron of mystic energy connected to something best described as lovecraftian in scale and all burning through him as a primal force of pure physical power. An examplar of the very concept if one is able to scense such things. No spcific 'object' present for it is the enchantment and not the physical presence of it that makes the difference. Not that it matters as effectively Cheetah is addressing the equivalent of a sentient earthquake or some other natural disaster. "Gimme a beer." he rumbles to the bartender before turning back to eye the others. Cain flickers his gaze past Cheetah to Inque and then Maynard and then finally to Bane, clearly only now really starting to grasp the conversation. "Wait, whazzat now? Some sorta heist?" he rumbles curiously. "What gives?"
Maynard Tiboldt	Maynard picks up the Nulltron component and clutches it protectivley as he says, "I don't just stick to one caper of course. As we speak I have "riff-raff" going about the bouroughs supplimenting my income, and my troupe is already planning ways to hide their identities and committ crimes before the big show." Upon hearing Bane's criticisms, he turns his head violently towards him, a scowl on his face as he says, "That's the beauty part, my beautiful device leaves audiences in a trance, they couldn't remember being robbed or who robbed them to save their very lives."
Cheetah	Cheetah would look over at Inque and then at Bane. She would give a nod over at his comments then and turn her attention over to Cain as he would speak. The big man had her full attention before she would flick her ears back and her tail would lash, turning her attention back over to the Ringmaster to hear his comments on this. She personally agreed with them, but it would be hard to read over on her face. AT the Ringmaster's evaluation she would let out a groan. It made a twisted sort of sense..
Bane	Bane sighs. "that doesn't matter. they will notice missing money and belongings. mass amenesia will also draw attention, that would lead even the dimmest of investigators to conclude your show is the common denominator for all these people who have missing time and missing valuables. It would be a better idea to simply use your show as a front for a ponsy scheme to steal money from investors."
Cain Marko	Oh Cain waves a hand as he catches on, both to Maynards method of operations and to Banes critique of it. "Yeah, well.. Anyone with some sense running repeat operations is gonna have fallbacks of other aliases, false personas, id, you know..be difficult to track. It's kinda hard to be a career thief if you don't have the ability to cover your tracks... Folk fall for ongoing email scams all the time and they keep runnin' or just come up with a new account. This just sounds like a more elaborate version of it.." He grabs his beer up, wrapping his hand around a meg likely designed for the likes of Rhino and other similarily sized individuals who may visit the bar and so suitable for him at present. His attention drifts to Maynard before he takes a drink, "Not that I'm tryin' to defend you that is. Let's assume that's what you're doin'. Right?"
Maynard Tiboldt	Maynard was about to say something, but just muttered angrily to himself and began to drink heavily. It was quite obvious that he was offended by the idea of turning his circus into a ponsy scheme. He then slams his glass down and orders a refill inbetween mumbles. If one had a keen ear, you would hear him mutter things like, "Revenge.. public. shunned my family's legacy.. changed circus name.. and European tour."
Cheetah	This was all very much standard fare. "It's not been the same in the business since Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey closed." She would try to offer diplomatically. Despite being one of those people who probably never ever went to one. Cain would get a nod of agreement as she would take another chug of her beer and then gesture for another, her healing factor already clearing it from her system.
Bane	Bane sips is brandy and senses the man's frustrations so offer constructive advice. "I would say choose a different target. And change your method slightly. Your show should not be a regular circus. no it should be something of a illicit show. Show case endagered animals, do illegal stunts. Make your show a forbidden fancy for the high society to indulge in. Something we peasants can't afford to go to or be caught at. Rob those people the wealthy. Rob them while they indulge in something illegal so they have to eat the loss. They can't expose you with out tarnishing their own names and at the very least having to pay up to make it go away."
Cain Marko	For his part, Cain just gives an exasperated look when Mayndard seems to get upset and he looks over to Cheetah in confusion. A sort of 'What'd I say?' look on his face. In the end, he just ends up shrugging hsi shoulders, rolling them like gigantic boulders and then taking another drink. Like CHeetah this is..all mostly just for personal show and satisfaction. He can't really get drunk either. Not off of this stuff at least. "Maybe." He offers as he hears Bane, "Course those people are also the type that, if willing to indulge in what you're describing, also have the money to hire people like us if they get ripped off and want it dealt with quietly. Sometimes you gotta pick your targets..."
Cheetah	Cheetah would just sort of shrug over as the Ringmaster would leave, finally going, "Takes all kinds." She would grumble and shrug her shoulders, her tail would flick, "It's a job. It's not like it's going to hit any of the rest of us unless he hires you, in whic hcase you work wiht what you got." she would smirk over and lean back. "If anything he's given you a bit of a favor. Wait to see the circus is in town, then go ahead and do your own job."
Inque	Inque listens to the conversation silently for a while, occasionally nodding her head. "I suppose," she says with a shrug. "I'm not one for grifts. I'd rather have the guaranteed income that mercenary work provides. Not all of us wants to be millionaires."
Bane	"Mercinary work can be quiet lucrative in my experience. It has made me rather comfortable. Now I'm a business owner." Bane chuckles slightly under his breath as he sips again. Bane's work as a mercinary, revolutionary for hire, and Smuggler is well known. Bane can claim to have unseated a number of regimes across the world. Not nearly as many as the cia but Bane is only 1 man.
Cheetah	Cheetah would sigh, "I'm just in it for the paycheck." That would be a lie. She was in it to kill Amazons. But the paycheck make it easier to find ways to kill Amazons! And to make contacts. "We've all got to make a living."
Cain Marko	"Pick the right jobs, spend it the right way and you can be pretty comfortable." offers Cain as well who looks to Inque now and studies her more closely. He glances over to Bane and then back to Inque again, adding: "Just depends on what you're willin' to risk doing. Schemes really aint for me either. I don't plan the heists I just break the vaults, take down the armies, punch out a Hulk or two.." He grins at that and then rubs his roughened jaw, "I mean, occasionally I"ve put somethign together if I had something I really needed t'do or get done but for the most part.. I let others do the planning and I just have fun."
Inque	Inque nods to Bane. "Exactly. I'm not hurting for money, and it gives me something to do. Besides," she says with a wicked little grin, "I enjoy what I do. And I'm good at it. One of the best." Nothing like a villain and their egos.
Cheetah	Cheetah would click her tongue, "We all do this lifestyle for a reason." Revenge. Making a name for yourself. Family tradition. Profit. "Takes all kinds." The magic catgirl out for revenge on an amazon that had wronged her was hardly one to talk.
Cain Marko	Ego, perhaps, but no less among heroes and sometimes if you're just stating the facts then you're just stating the facts. Juggernaut is demonstrably listed among the most powerful beings on the planet on lists that include the likes of Hulk, Thor and Superman. He just has no problem reminding people of that. Ego? .. Okay yeah. Ego. "One of the best eh?" rumbles Cain while smirking slightly before raising his drink to his mouth again, "..Heard that a fw times before." He glances at Cheetah briefly and shrugs, "We all got our reasons."
Bane	"My motivations are not purely profit I have ideals. My reasons are my own. I had no profit motive in depowering the wonder woman to fight her on a fair playing field. I had no profit in breaking Ares for betraying me. I have no profit motive in toppling despots I disagree with. I do it beause I must. Don't assume anything about Bane." Bane says, "no matter how cute you are ... gatita"
Cheetah	There's a sound as Cheetah's claws would unsheathe over and flash at Bane as she would turn in her seat. "Wonder Woman dies by my hand. Simple as that." A hiss over and a building roar. "And if you want to see me demonstrate how I'll do it we can walk out the front door /luchador/ and we'll see how well your reasons serve to protect you against my power."
Inque	Inque shrugs, her form deforming into a puddle as it slides across the room, to reform into her next to Cain. "I'm no brawler," she says, running a finger down an enormous pec. "And I know my limits. Stealth and infiltration is my brand. I can get into places where no one else can. I'll leave knocking down buildings to you."     "Idealism is in short supply in our line of work," she says, walking away from The Juggernaut with a little sway of her hips. "Fighting fair was never my style."
Bane	There is a hush over the room as Cheetah sneers as Bane. The room is instantly tense and quiet. The Assassins and Bane's Zealots sit waiting for the que to snap into action. Bane chuckles. "Bad Gatita put your claws away. No need to raise your hackles at Bane. I just wanted to prove a point to the princess. She claimed to be the best. And Bane sought to humble her. But threaten me again and we may discover all the ways to skin a cat."
Cain Marko	Well if Inque's going to tease and then put a show on then Cain's got no problem looking. His lips form a tight lipped smile as he watches Inque runway walk away from him and then he just shrugs, unable to disagree with her. "Can't argue with the facts." he rumbles with a smirk though he blinks at the rising tension between Bane and Cheetah. "Oh..this is why this place is so much fun." he asides to Inque before he cuts his gaze over to Bane. "Fought Wonder Women..broke Ares..? Yeah okay. I know we like braggin' in here but sounds like that's only half of the story."
Cheetah	Cheetah would slowly hiss, "And your men can't save you when I go to rend you limb from limb faster than the neurons in your brain can respond. I'm faster than lightning." Hand ready to pop out her claws once more but restraining herself. Then ther'es a low hiss and a building chuckle of her tone in agreement with Cain and Inque.
Inque	Inque folds her arms as she watches Cheetah and Bane verbally spar. She chuckles with Cain and asides, "Come for a drink, stay for the show." Louder, she says, "I've never liked these dick waving contests, no offense Cheetah. Who's better than who is a waste of time and effort that's better spent towards other pursuits."
Bane	"Bane doesn't lie. Bane does not exaggerate. If Bane claims it then it is true." Bane says in response to Cain's assertions. "Yes there is value in quiet confidence but it must always be clear who is the top dog in the yard. " Bane's upbringing in a desolate forgotten prison shines through. The only safe one is the toughest one in the room. Bane has been the strongest and the weakest and knows what befalls the weak...