[ She tilts her head a little with the limited movement she's got, feeling the awkwardness in the back of her head. She settles down at any rate, unenthused. ]
If we're here for some experimentation, babes, I think it's probably in the past tense.
[Lucien, a normal human being.......... There are metas in Arkham, too, by the way. And normies in Blackgate. Y'all just didn't see them.
In any case, their conversation is interrupted by the sound of the door opening and then slamming shut once again. Their two friends from earlier have entered the room the room; the "stranger" has a tablet tucked under their arm, while the "dick" rests his hands on his pistols. They will move to stand in front of the group, quietly examining them for a moment before the dick speaks up:]
You are awake? That is excellent news. [There is a bit of an accent here. His voice is deep.] Then, good morning and congratulations. Your country has called upon your services and now, you will answer that call.
[Are any of them even American. Like, even in the AU.]
We will get you your green card. [A beat.] More importantly, this isn't optional. If you do not serve this country, then you will die here in this room.
lucien's jaw is tightening so much that he can't speak anything else, because he is probably very aware that the next words out of his mouth would be then I'll die and maybe he's not so insane that he doesn't understand that's a bad idea. ]
Interesting, maybe. But necessary. You are villains, and as villains, you are uniquely qualified to do the jobs the government, the Justice League, and its affiliates, cannot touch. Consider yourselves assets. Of course, as assets, you will be given the equipment you need to carry out your orders... If you do well, then in exchange, you will get your green cards and a reduced sentence. We have connections. It will be done.
[A pause, for dramatic effect perhaps.]
... But if that's not incentive enough, then consider this. Do you feel that pain in the back of your heads? While you were asleep, we had our surgeons insert a bomb inside your skulls. This bomb can be remotely detonated by our, ah, "god," from anywhere in the world at any time. If you run, you die. If you turn down this gracious offer, you die. If you fail your mission, you die. If you allow my colleague and I to die, then... well. You get the point, no?
[ I genuinely wish I could say she was like. More upset but even normal Rodion would just be like 'this sucks' at best.
She doesn't answer but she is like, looking at the dick's outfit and thinking about what kind of gunslinger wears a target mark right on their chest. Should've gone with solid traffic cone orange, bud. ]
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How dare you! Sir Sidon is of the sea and it is his right to fish as he pleases.
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It's all right, Dion! Being infamous is nothing to compete over.
[ sushi is better than IRS crimes, maybe ]
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Shouldn't you know how to fish sustainably? It's like a whole thing, something of the commons or whatever.
Why are we all here, anyway? Didn't you go to the place for big-times, Blackgate?
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They clearly want something from us that was worth breaking into Blackgate and the Asylum for.
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Going so far as to kidnap four people from high security prisons for experimenting seems excessive...
[ like, it's too much trouble? aren't the people at arkham biologically normal humans anyway. ]
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If we're here for some experimentation, babes, I think it's probably in the past tense.
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Exactly what I mean, darling. Something's in there ...
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[ he hates this collar too ]
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he wants to believe that they haven't been messed with, but that's because he trusts silent blond-haired men implicitly. ]
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Harshed the vibes real quick with that one, huh.
[ Fair enough. ]
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In any case, their conversation is interrupted by the sound of the door opening and then slamming shut once again. Their two friends from earlier have entered the room the room; the "stranger" has a tablet tucked under their arm, while the "dick" rests his hands on his pistols. They will move to stand in front of the group, quietly examining them for a moment before the dick speaks up:]
You are awake? That is excellent news. [There is a bit of an accent here. His voice is deep.] Then, good morning and congratulations. Your country has called upon your services and now, you will answer that call.
[Are any of them even American. Like, even in the AU.]
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I'm not American, gobshite.
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[ can you even get one of those after going to prison ]
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[ can they leave ]
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[ We're actually doing a really good job of being IC to the Suicide Squad I think. ]
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The dick looks Dion right in the eyes.]
We will get you your green card. [A beat.] More importantly, this isn't optional. If you do not serve this country, then you will die here in this room.
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lucien's jaw is tightening so much that he can't speak anything else, because he is probably very aware that the next words out of his mouth would be then I'll die and maybe he's not so insane that he doesn't understand that's a bad idea. ]
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And what is the nature of this arrangement? Are we to come as dogs each time you call for us?
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Interesting that you would go so far as to recruit "criminals" such as us to a cause.
[ can't mean anything good for them. ]
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What about my kite?
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Interesting, maybe. But necessary. You are villains, and as villains, you are uniquely qualified to do the jobs the government, the Justice League, and its affiliates, cannot touch. Consider yourselves assets. Of course, as assets, you will be given the equipment you need to carry out your orders... If you do well, then in exchange, you will get your green cards and a reduced sentence. We have connections. It will be done.
[A pause, for dramatic effect perhaps.]
... But if that's not incentive enough, then consider this. Do you feel that pain in the back of your heads? While you were asleep, we had our surgeons insert a bomb inside your skulls. This bomb can be remotely detonated by our, ah, "god," from anywhere in the world at any time. If you run, you die. If you turn down this gracious offer, you die. If you fail your mission, you die. If you allow my colleague and I to die, then... well. You get the point, no?
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Carrot. Stick. Got it. Fuck you.
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The point being that we stay under your boot or die, yes.
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She doesn't answer but she is like, looking at the dick's outfit and thinking about what kind of gunslinger wears a target mark right on their chest. Should've gone with solid traffic cone orange, bud. ]
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cw: zombies, emeto
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