SepticGentleman

Nemesis 13- Original Universe Supervillains

I smell a motherfucker, and his name is @Maxx.

Nemesis 13- Original Universe Supervillains

<Snipped quote by UrbanEvolution>

I'd like to think you wrote that from scratch instead of editing a copypasta, but I know you didn't.

@j8cob

That's always the case with the ol' Navy Seal one.

Nemesis 13- Original Universe Supervillains

If any of you would like to see it, here is an early morning digital WIP of Frank in full uniform because I can't sleep and my hand was itching. More to come of both him and Benedict in approaching days.

"Buddy!" [+]

EDIT: Holy fuck Imgur chopped the resolution up.

Nemesis 13- Original Universe Supervillains

Or she could be like Amon and comment externally.

@j8cob

That gets you on everyone's bad side super quick.

Nemesis 13- Original Universe Supervillains

Ben's gonna be taking the gun dealer job with Frank.

Time to fuck shit up right.

Squat squad style.

@UrbanEvolution

EXPLODING PELVIC STRANGULATION TECHNIQUE.

Yeah, kind of confusing so I planned on having Morrigan just kind of go off and do her own thing. But then, I still don't know what to post again. Also I will post tomorrow, I am exhausted from work.

@FantasyChic

Just have Morrigan comment internally on how the rest of us are chodes, then tell Cesare which job she'll take before exiting like a boss.

Nemesis 13- Original Universe Supervillains

Saint Frank

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The three of them were standing outside, in the cold of the snow. Frank didn't bother putting his cap on. Somehow it seemed the level of internally pissed off he was, was keeping him warm enough already. Baba approached him, while Cliff kept an eye on the doors.

"Just what fuck was that, Kaal?" He asked, definitely somewhat irritated. "How can you fucking agree ta participating in dis shit show with these... fucking, animals? Have you gone insane?"

"Net te luister na my, ja? Luister net." Frank responded.

Baba stopped for a second, sighing. When the Afrikaans got broken out, it was time to calm down. Think rationally. The English came back soon after.

"I will be the first to admit how fucked up this is." Frank started, "But right at this moment, let's forget the... usual process, that we are so accustomed to, yeah? I think... Cesare, whoever the fuck he is, can be of some help to us in expanding our network. Don't ask me why, I just... I think we can trust him. For now, at least. The most I want to see is this weapons deal and how much it can get us if we play ball. And..."

He motioned inside, towards the table full of freaks. "We can consider most everyone sitting at that table a potential grab. Let's not start all the snatching before we know what we're up against, yeah? See how deep this rabbit hole really gets."

Baba paused for a moment, hands on his sides. He looked at the snow under his feet briefly before turning back up to Frank. "I hope ya know all da kinds of shitty situations ya could be gettin' us into."

"Baba, trust me. The ideas are racing in my head." Frank replied, half sincerely, half sarcastically. "For now, you and Cliff head back in there. Want you to gauge who's who and can do what. Make a... potential shopping list, I guess. I'm gonna go talk to the other guys, make an announcement. I'll radio you when we're leaving."

"Fine." Baba replied, turning to Cliff. "Let's go."

Frank turned and made his way from the lot, while Baba and Cliff walked back inside.

An unkempt African man wearing sunglasses in winter, and a hulking brute with a gaping blast injury along his face.

The buddy cop scenario possibilities were strong indeed.

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So.. with the way everyone kept coming in, I'm not sure who's talking over whom. Or even what the logical order is... so I kind of just ignored everyone. XD

@Blue Demon

Sometimes that's the best way to do it.

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Enter: Amon

@j8cob

The women weep and the prophets cough, and the men continue drinking.

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Saint Frank

_{In collaboration with @Polyphemus}

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"Alright, now hold the FUCK up." Frank called out, slamming his hands on the table as he stood up and proceeded to round about, approaching Cesare. Some of the men who set up the food started making motions, with Frank merely tossing up his hands and calling out, "Keep your fucking dicks tucked, It's my turn to talk!" He turned back towards Cesare, pointing at him. "You. Drop that mysterious benefactor bullshit and start telling me, crystal clear as you fucking can, who the hell you think you are."

The man looked calmly back at Frank, though the slightest spark of irritation danced in his eyes for just a moment. "I am Cesare from Chicago. More than that, you do not need to know."

Frank shook his head, no hint of his usual smile on his face. "That's not fucking good enough." He said, "You get me, and this table of fucking circus freaks together, make an offer coupled with what I assume to be a threat, and that's it?"

"'Offer' is generous. I consider what I've done to be more along the lines of describing what you will be doing for the foreseeable future. You will, of course, be amply compensated for your time." Cesare smiled, perfect white teeth gleaming in his tanned face.

"Amply compensated, yeah?" Frank retorted, motioning towards the rest of the table. "Got enough currency for all of us? Or is there a hint of 'repayment through non-direct, lucrative opportunities' here? You know who I am, right? What I do?"

"Franklin St. Jopling," Cesare recited in a bored tone. "South African, former rank-and-file and now managing director of the Sunflower Group. If I didn't know who you are or what you do, my friend, then you would not be here today. Listen, I understand your recalcitrant attitude. I really do. I could be anyone. However, I can assure you that my intentions are exactly as I have stated. This is not a trap of any kind. I am not affiliated with The Coalition or any law enforcement agency, and I would be happy to prove it."

Frank stood there for a moment, thinking of how to respond. He turned his head towards Baba, who shook his head. Then to Cliff, who just stared back. He turned again to Cesare, pointing at him again. "As much... as I fucking hate the very idea of the Coalition... I still don't like you expecting me and my men to just go along with your first orders of business, BUT..." He raised his finger, taking some glances around the room to make sure no one was getting ready to shoot him or anything. "But... I... expect, to a reasonable capacity, that if you know what I do... then you'll understand why the idea of the Sunflower Group working with some of these... things, is not the best idea, yeah?"

"These are strange and miserable times, Frank. And misery makes for strange bedfellows." Cesare considered a moment, then leaned in. "I'll make you a deal. Call it a signing-on bonus. Any leftovers from Capizzi's motley crew of hired help that manages to get away- they're yours. I'm sure they'll fetch a fantastic price abroad. We can even help you arrange a pipeline to Pittsburgh- we have a very small but very professional branch there. Deal?" Cesare extended a perfectly manicured hand for Frank to shake.

Frank turned his head, again, towards his adjutants. Shrugs from both of them. He looked back at Cesare's hand, then back up at the man's face. He pointed once again. "If these 'leftovers' don't fetch satisfying prices... then I can't guarantee I'll continue offering mine and my group's services. But..." He grabbed Cesare's hand and continued. "I suppose we'll tackle that weapons deal you mentioned and... see what happens." Their hands shook, and then detached. Frank backed up a bit before saying, "But if any of these other chucklefucks decide they want in on that op too, can't tell you for certain it's gonna be all buddy-buddy. Understand?"

"Perfectly," Cesare replied. "I don't ask for miracles, Frank. Just a shipment of weapons, however necessary."

"Yeah." Frank replied, nodding. "We'll see how it plays out, Cesare." He turned again towards his adjutants and called out, "Baba! Cliff! Outside, with me." As the two men began making their way towards the doors, Frank turned back to Cesare and said, a tad sarcastically, "Assuming you already have some way for me to contact you in mind or, should I write you my number on a napkin?"

Cesare grinned. "I'll be in touch."

Frank nodded, putting on that smile once again. He proceeded past Cesare, passing one last glance at the other occupants of the table - those who looked not all too human, especially - and then left through the doors, following Baba and Cliff.

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Neat. Frank and a detachment of Sunflower troops would suit this weapons deal well. They have plenty of experience with similar situations.