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Lex Luthor... The name has been stuck in his head since its first mention. It's not the most interesting, but the simple fact that it belongs to the supposed one in charge was enough for it to occupy his headspace for so long. With someone of so much authority, they must have a tremendous amount of power!

...He can't afford to fumble his words, then.

He declined the initial call for them to go meet Luthor, instead opting to stay behind and craft his next sentence. He must word this with care -- almost as much as he put into the chain he's yet to set off.

"'Lex Luthor, give me the way out,'" he mutters, a hand on his chin. "No... that doesn't sound quite right. Perhaps... 'Lex Luthor, give me the way out or I will have your head!' Yes, that's it! He'll have no choice but to comply once I say that!"

With his expertly crafted sentence engraved in his headspace, there is but one thing to do: find where everyone went. It shouldn't be hard. With everyone that went, their collective aura of power should be at least detectable! On that note, Schezo closes his eyes and allows his senses to descend to virtually nothing. He breathes slowly, eventually placing a hand on his hip.

"There they are!"

Quick as a whip, his eyes shoot open, landing on the rough location of everyone else. He is subsequently shrouded in a shadow, which spirals in on itself and vanishes, reappearing...

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...right above Luthor's desk!

The dark mage lands with a [i]clank[/i], courtesy of his armored footwear. Now towering over his supposed superior, he points down at him, face awash with an intense frustration. 

[b][color=skyblue]"LEX LUTHOR! GIVE ME... HEAD!"[/color][/b]


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