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| Silence in the Face of Rage; OPEN THREAD | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 19 2017, 01:22 AM (69 Views) | |
| Mesmero | Jun 19 2017, 01:22 AM Post #1 |
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Hyper-Hypnotism
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Time: March 25 Place: Harry's (Open) (Part of Moment of Silence plot.} Harry's was crowded tonight, and the crowd was unmistakably criminal. No surprise, that: Harry's had always been an underworld hangout; had been since the early '50s. It wasn't even a bar, officially; it was a motorcycle repair shop, but if a handful of customers wanted to hang out with the owner, well, there was no law against that, right? And if the "customers" in question were all wearing colors for half a dozen local gangs, well... there was no law against that either. Besides, the gangs of Hell's Kitchen respected Harry's as a kind of sanctuary, a place where members of rival gangs could meet over cheap beer and sometimes work out ways not to kill each other. When Tombstone and his "monster" gang started throwing their weight around, it was in rooms like this that the Irish and Puerto-Rican gangs of the area agreed to go back to fighting each other... that their common enemy was mutants like Tombstone and his lieutenants. And that agreement, surprisingly, held even after Tombstone's gang went down. Which meant both that Vinnie was less welcome in this room than pretty much anywhere else in the world, and that this room was extremely useful to him. And the image inducer in his pocket took care of the first part. It was weird wearing an image inducer again, actually. Before Sanctuary fell, Vinnie had worn one pretty routinely when out on missions. SHIELD had eyes everywhere, after all, and while he wasn't a high-priority target he was still a known Brotherhood operative and wanted for more crimes in more countries than he could keep track of. So there was no telling when an infelicitously positioned traffic camera would spoil an operation by attracting unwelcome attention before his squad had prepared for it. Afterwards, though, the gadgets had become both difficult to maintain and largely irrelevant. SHIELD had other priorities than his small guerilla cell going after low-value targets, and he'd found he could relatively easily stay off their radar. Which was convenient, since he lacked the facilities or technical resources to produce, program, or maintain the damned things. He'd made do with hoods, balaklavas, makeup, and staying out of the public eye and away from cameras. Now that Magneto was running things again, though, keeping off-camera had become a priority again. Not that Harry's had much in the way of cameras or security surveillance, admittedly; nobody here was interested in working with police. But also, showing up at Harry's with green skin was a good way to get your head removed from your neck. Especially his skin. They were watching him on television, after all... him and the rest of the Brotherhood. They growled and grumbled as video clips from the Stadium massacre played, building up a wall of rage that Vinnie was hoping for, that he intended to point in the direction of Mutant Town and fire like a weapon. Not that they would do much damage against Mutant Town. But if all went according to plan, that attack and a few more like it would set fire to kindling that had been drying in preparation since the Purifiers chased Mutant Town's residents into Sanctuary and SHIELD chased them back. At least, that was the theory. But then something strange happened: when the mayor asked for a moment of silence, he got one. All the angry grumbling and muttering and growling that had been forming a backdrop to the TV broadcast cut away in an instant. Vinnie didn't exactly understand, but he knew an opportunity when he saw one. He stood up, took a showman's pose, opened his mouth. "..." Oh. This was not good. |
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7:10 PM Jul 11