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"-and that's how it went down."
Cheshire finished his mental play-by-play of the battle with Tinhead. Red stayed silent, deliberating what to do with the information. For now, he relayed it back to Charlotte, and decided to just wait for her decision. This was big, after all. The heroes, more importantly, heroes that were still openly affiliated with the Champions to some extent, were gathering to discuss the current state of events. Not only that, even heroes who'd splintered away from the group and unaffiliated ones would be in attendance.
Red walked along the road in silence, wondering at what the outcome of such a meeting would be. The tension could be felt from all sides, he was sure. Nagoya had changed something fundamental in the worlds understanding of supers.
"Oi Red, twelve o'clock," said Vorpal suddenly, and he stopped. There he was . . . or it appeared as if it was a she now.
Vorpal kept track of their mystery sniper on his orders, following her even after the battle had concluded. Having what was essentially a built in radar that ignored terrain and left no traces was another useful aspect of Vorpal, asides being able to cut through any earthly material.
So now, he stood just about six meters away from the sniper, who was conversing with a hooded woman, and sipping on a beverage. How oddly mundane for an assassin. How oddly careless as well. From her movements when they fought, he thought her a bit more professional. Staying inside the city was a bad decision, on her part.
Red was dressed in a large coat over his armor, in order to avoid drawing attention to himself while walking through the city, concealing everything but his face, and in the darkness, the only thing that would be visible would be his beady eyes. The giant teddy stopped just short of five meters from her when he spoke.
"She may not," Reds rumbling baritone cut in, with Vorpal floating by his side, ready to be wielded at a moments notice, "but I do. Care to chat a bit?"
Just as Red confronted the sniper, Charlotte's voice echoed in their ears.
"Cheshire. Make contact with the Champions. I want ears in that meeting."
"As you wish~"
Red frowned. Looks like this was it. First contact would be made . . .
Cheshire the Cat, along with several Card Mice moved quickly. While the Champions were distracted with business, they snuck into the jet, with the mice hiding in several corners and Cheshire making himself comfortable on the pilots seat. His personal philosophy was that if you had to talk with someone for the first time, the atmosphere was important. Making an impression was also paramount - that didn't necessarily mean that it had to be a "good" first impression, but it had to get them to remember you!
Which is why the stuffed cat took a small nap on the seat, looking like nothing else other than a sweet, mindless cat that somehow wander inside the private jet of a company of superheroes.
Cheshire finished his mental play-by-play of the battle with Tinhead. Red stayed silent, deliberating what to do with the information. For now, he relayed it back to Charlotte, and decided to just wait for her decision. This was big, after all. The heroes, more importantly, heroes that were still openly affiliated with the Champions to some extent, were gathering to discuss the current state of events. Not only that, even heroes who'd splintered away from the group and unaffiliated ones would be in attendance.
Red walked along the road in silence, wondering at what the outcome of such a meeting would be. The tension could be felt from all sides, he was sure. Nagoya had changed something fundamental in the worlds understanding of supers.
"Oi Red, twelve o'clock," said Vorpal suddenly, and he stopped. There he was . . . or it appeared as if it was a she now.
Vorpal kept track of their mystery sniper on his orders, following her even after the battle had concluded. Having what was essentially a built in radar that ignored terrain and left no traces was another useful aspect of Vorpal, asides being able to cut through any earthly material.
So now, he stood just about six meters away from the sniper, who was conversing with a hooded woman, and sipping on a beverage. How oddly mundane for an assassin. How oddly careless as well. From her movements when they fought, he thought her a bit more professional. Staying inside the city was a bad decision, on her part.
Red was dressed in a large coat over his armor, in order to avoid drawing attention to himself while walking through the city, concealing everything but his face, and in the darkness, the only thing that would be visible would be his beady eyes. The giant teddy stopped just short of five meters from her when he spoke.
"She may not," Reds rumbling baritone cut in, with Vorpal floating by his side, ready to be wielded at a moments notice, "but I do. Care to chat a bit?"
Just as Red confronted the sniper, Charlotte's voice echoed in their ears.
"Cheshire. Make contact with the Champions. I want ears in that meeting."
"As you wish~"
Red frowned. Looks like this was it. First contact would be made . . .
Cheshire the Cat, along with several Card Mice moved quickly. While the Champions were distracted with business, they snuck into the jet, with the mice hiding in several corners and Cheshire making himself comfortable on the pilots seat. His personal philosophy was that if you had to talk with someone for the first time, the atmosphere was important. Making an impression was also paramount - that didn't necessarily mean that it had to be a "good" first impression, but it had to get them to remember you!
Which is why the stuffed cat took a small nap on the seat, looking like nothing else other than a sweet, mindless cat that somehow wander inside the private jet of a company of superheroes.