@gambler: man i need to see that movie, comic was aw3esome
@valerie_huntington: Conspiratorial contemplation obsessively taunted the Duke of Cotillard's thoughts culminating in the creation of his own personal demons. Further manifested through the celebrated madonna's tale of her parents withdrawal and excessively peculiar relocating. These were thoughts however that would remain unspoken. Instead Jean Luc slipped a well manicured hand over top of the enchanting socialites gently cradling it while bringing it to his lips. "It would be my honor if you would allow me to escort you, chere." softly gracing her skin with a kiss. Purposely deviating the conversation away from his prior inquiry and towards more appetizing repartee. "Dee next step, I believe, would be dee cultivation of a proper guest list, no?" his suave accent lining an already enrapturing cadence.
She smirked mischievously as his lips brushed gently against her hand before withdrawing it once more, giving her debonair date no further insight to her thoughts on him. Valerie had always preferred to keep an air of aloof flirtation about her rather than make her desires obvious. That was, if she had any desires at all. "I'll bring my people, and you bring your people," she said dismissively, interested in bringing the dinner to an end. Leaning forward once more the corner of her mouth turned upward in the ghost of a smile, her eyes alight with an alluring glow. "So, Monsieur Luc, with that out of the way, were there any other matters of business you wanted to - take care of tonight?" she breathed, never allowing her gaze to wander from his eyes.
The traveller from beyond the mortal concepts of time and space in this unexplored universe followed the directions left in his path upon arrival in this dimension. A certain entrepreneur of great renown and global influence had somehow followed the titan's exploits and feats of strength. So, naturally, as part of the deal accommodations fit for a king were to be arranged. Le Burgundy, Paris, housed some of the finest luxury rooms in the world. Antonio Roman followed the necessary steps to make his entrance into the restaurant portion of the building. On a quiet Wednesday afternoon, the restaurant seemed uncharacteristically empty - including staff. The only table that seemed to have been touched existed near the window with two 'reserved' signs on its surface, one of which had been folded and laid flat.
"Seems I'm a little bit late," he muttered, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
He did not turn to leave, but instead walked towards the patio segment of the dining hall. Inside the glass cage rested a suitcase, polished steel, flayed wide open to reveal its extensive monetary contents to the world - as if taunting the symbol of strength.
Unable to accurately locate and surmise the location of her targeted mememto, Zara had taken to playing the waiting game. Stowed away in the minute air vents of the house, she had utilized considerable dexterity and borderline contortionism to remain crouched in a steadfast position until given her opening.
Never having met a mark that she couldn't make, Zara rose to the challenge that this provided, savoring the difficulty and the adrenaline that coursed through her system as Jean Luc left the room, preceded by what could only be described as handmaidens. She attempted to peel her eyes away from the vent as he walked by it, the physique undeniable.
The room remained silent and her preternatural senses alerted her that there were none in the immediate proximity. Uncomfortable in the less than pitch dark, she moved silently and with precision. Pilling forward the Animus Corp security panel, she crouched down, on eye level with the thumbprint panel. Blowing lightly on it revealed the natural grease deposits that fingerprints left. Pulling a small pad of silicone from her belt she placed it over her own finger and with grace and finesse, pressed down atop the deposits.
It took a slight bit of finagling for the high tech scanner to properly read the print, more time than Zara would have liked. Quickly removing the silicone pad, she tucked it back into the small leather pouch attached to her belt, gold eyes widening slightly as she sleek metal door slid open, revealing what she wanted. With one last furtive glance around, she began to reach a hand in, time being of the utmost importance.
@gambler: I don't see him having a place in Legacy. I think PAD's supposed to come out with a new book soon, though, heard murmurings and IIRC an in interview confirmation that he'd be doing something in the X-Men family. So hopefully something there.
YES THEY DO.
@andres_knightfall: Their walk matured with magnanimously illustrated exchanges of philosophical diversification. The Aristotle of Assassins and the Martial Arts Einstein fully immersed in conversational pedagogy of enigmatic theories and internalization, exploring the sequential development of shared cognitivism through the integration of prior and neoteric knowledge. "A collection of dat magnitude would require certain, discretion of course. But what if I told you dat dhere really was an Illuminati? Dat dee original congregation, dee secret Bavarian society, remains to dis day? What if I proposed dee.....removal of dis ecliptic group of king builders before we lay a foundation of our own? What what your response be?"