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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
A Very Bored Billionaire [Pietro]
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Post by argent on Jul 22, 2012 15:10:24 GMT -5
Jameson Holt sat on his knees, hands in his lap. In front of him was a table with several incense burners on it with incense sticks slowly smoking. Beyond the table there was a small fire in a metal basin. Over that was a metal stand from which hung porcelain cups that held various mixtures. From them came smells which mixed with the scents from the incense to form a scent which was nearly intoxicating. James breathed in deeply, the fabric of the gi that he wore shifting slightly with his body. He held as still as possible, and did his best to clear his mind. It started to work, and his thoughts slowly turned to darkness.
It wasn't until an hour later that he opened his eyes, once more becoming aware of the world around him. In a way, the point of this process of meditation was lost to him, as he didn't think as he meditated and it wasn't helping develop any skills. On the other hand, it relieved stress and he felt refreshed after.
James changed into his other clothes- black slacks, an Egyptian cotton dress shirt and a black tie, as well as his Belvedere shoes and black socks. He left the dark, plain room, his butler coming in behind him to extinguish the fire and clean up. After some thought, he decided to go out this afternoon. He grabbed his bodyguard- and his handgun, at the insistence of his bodyguard- and set off in his Rolls-Royce to Downtown New York City.
They drove around for a short while, and James couldn't find anywhere he wanted to look into. Finally, he had his chauffeur stop the car. He promised to keep his gun available and his phone ready to call, and eventually convinced his bodyguard to let him go alone. He exited the vehicle and took off down the street.
After wandering for about an hour, James got hungry. He stopped at a hot dog stand near a park, and bought a hot dog and a drink. He sat at a bench and ate, looking around at the people in the park. Interesting folks around the Big Apple, and James often amused himself by watching the more interesting individuals.
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Post by pietro on Jul 22, 2012 15:23:11 GMT -5
Pietro watched the billionaire curiously. He'd already been to the man's up-town estate, but it was easily determined that he was out. So Pietro had simply scoured New York city to find him. It hadn't taken him long.
Jameson Holt... A Billionaire that wasn't a hero, miraculously. He was no Iron Man, no Batman; Just a regular guy in a high place in life. And easy target for a 22-year-old speedster with orders from his father.
He'd followed Jameson as he scoured the city, presumably for a place to relax. Or shop. Rich people liked to shop for useless things, Pietro had discovered. And wasn't it tiring to take a whole HOUR to find a placed, and only to be slowed by the pursuit of hunger.
Pietro munched on a hotdog he'd stolen from the very same vendor Jameson had bought his own meal from, staring at the billionaire from his hiding place behind him. He wasn't concealed, was only a mere ten feet away from him, AND was in costume. He couldn't believe the billionaire had left his bodyguard behind. This was almost TOO easy.
Stepping forward, he swallowed the last bit of hot dog, and placed his hand on Jameson's shoulder. "Mr. Holt?" He asked, leaned over and sneering at him.
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Post by argent on Jul 22, 2012 19:23:45 GMT -5
James jumped, quite surprised by the hand on the shoulder. He knew that his handgun was hidden in the holster hidden under his coat. As always, it was loaded and ready to go. If nothing else, he also had the ability to use Judo to defend himself. He slowly turned to look at the person who'd surprised him.
"Yes?" he said. He looked the man in the face. Surprisingly, he didn't seem much older than James himself- maybe a few years- and he had very blond hair, as well as piercing blue eyes that for some reason gave James the chills. He wore a quite conspicuous costume, being green with lightning bolts. Try as he may, James failed to put a name to the costume, which was surprising considering how much he researched known heroes and villains of the world.
James had never been robbed before, but some people had threatened him in the past. Luckily, he'd gotten out of those situations without so much as a scratch, and no one was seriously hurt by the end of it. His hot dog gone, he put his right hand on his hip, hoping that it'd make him more ready to grab the hidden handgun if need be.
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Post by pietro on Jul 22, 2012 22:08:33 GMT -5
Pietro zipped around the billionaire, grabbing the handgun from its place and unloading all the ammo in a manner of ten seconds, dangling it in front of the human when he was done. "Silly Holt. You think a gun can stop me?" He chuckled, zipping to the side of the bench and leaning on it.
"Now. I'm not going to steal from you. Not this time. Or, rather, not yet. But I /am/ going to talk to you about a little group called the Brotherhood that could use funding...."
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Post by argent on Jul 22, 2012 22:35:06 GMT -5
His entire backup plan was just rendered useless. This person quickly and efficiently removed his gun, unloaded it, and made it useless. Not only that, but this person had some sort of ability to move faster that Holt so that his Judo would be more or less ineffective. Perfect.
James stood. At least if something did happen, he'd have the capability to start running. After that, he wasn't sure what he would do. Hell, he wasn't sure that he was able to do anything.
"Now. I'm not going to steal from you. Not this time. Or, rather, not yet. But am going to talk to you about a little group called the Brotherhood that could use funding...."
So, he was being threatened into giving money to an organization. He had to assume that it was some kind of mutant or metahuman gang, since a name like "the Brotherhood" isn't something that powerless humans could easily live up to. Interesting situation.
Though his thoughts were logical and straightforward, James was panicking. This was without doubt the most dangerous situation he'd ever been in. His heart was beating a million times a minute, and he was starting to perspire. "Uh... O- Okay... T-talk to m-me, then..." he stuttered.
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Post by pietro on Jul 22, 2012 22:48:07 GMT -5
Pietro smiled wickedly. Again. Too. Easy. And his sister had insisted she come! Good thing he'd left her behind. Overwhelming firepower was easy when she was concerned, and it had taken Pietro less than a minute to subdue Holt.
"So, the Brotherhood. Obviously, we're a band of mutants." Pietro calmly leaned on the bench as he spoke, not worried about any move Holt would make. His mind would process it and react before the move even connected with its target. "Have you heard of us, Mr. Holt?"
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Post by argent on Jul 22, 2012 23:11:17 GMT -5
James racked his mind. He knew of a couple of mutant and metahuman organizations. The Justice League, the Avengers, not to mention the dozens upon dozens of solo heroes and villains. However, the name mentioned didn't really bring anything to mind.
"N-no, I'm af-fraid I h-haven't..."
Honestly, James was afraid for his life. His bodyguard would surely have his chauffeur driving around trying to keep track of him. But where he was, chances were against him being seen. There was no one around, and even if someone recognized that he was in danger, would anyone be able to combat this guy? He needed a real hero.
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Post by pietro on Jul 23, 2012 8:26:32 GMT -5
Pietro sighed. "Of course you haven't. We are so dreadfully behind in advertising."
He sat down on the bench next to Holt, taking out a chocolate bar from his secret stitching. Munching it, he looked back at the incredibly freaked out billionaire. "Don't be afraid. I'm not allowed to kill you. Orders are orders. If I was going to, you'd be dead already. No, we need you alive. And either you're going to willingly fund our organization, or I'll kidnap you, and we'll get a handsome ransom. Heh, that' rhymes. Funny huh?"
He licked his fingers clean of any unwanted chocolate, and tossed the wrapped on the ground. "So. The Brotherhood. We're a band of mutants... Serving our own goals. Making the world a better place, our way. Some people call us extremists, others mutant supremacists. Take your pick. We just want to make the world a better place for mutants. A place without humans like you."
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Post by argent on Jul 23, 2012 18:57:58 GMT -5
This stranger didn't do much that helped to calm James down. Somehow, the chocolate bar that he ate only served to make James more nervous. Chances were against eating chocolate, at least that brand, for a while.
"I'm not going to lie; saying that I don't have a choice isn't helping, nor is the fact that I'm the kind of person you want to kill. But since I don't have a choice, I will say this- evil mutants like you aren't really helping your public image."
Normally James wouldn't be so bitter and forward with something like that, but he was starting to hate this guy and again, he had no choice in how he was going to help.
"In any case, what exactly do you need from me?"
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Post by pietro on Jul 23, 2012 20:54:43 GMT -5
Pietro watched Jameson interested. He certainly was a brazen human, wasn't he. "We aren't trying to build a good public image. We don't care. We're not building it for humans like you, we're building it for mutants like me."
He leaned back, yawning. "As for what we need, I already stated. A steady flow of money, to support our members, our hideout, and our endeavors."
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Post by argent on Jul 23, 2012 21:35:52 GMT -5
Jameson sighed. He couldn't do anything about it right now. As far as he was concerned, the best he could do was agree to it. Unless someone spotted them, which was unlikely.
"Ugh... Fine. I don't have much cash on me, and I doubt that wiring the money sounds good for you. I can cut you a check right now if you want." Whatever the man's response was, James agreed to it and got the information he needed.
He figured that he might as well get to know the guy who was threatening him. "What's your name anyway? You know mine, so I think I should at least know the guy I'm being forced to fund, even if he's threatening me."
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Post by pietro on Jul 23, 2012 21:43:21 GMT -5
Pietro grinned. Smart human. Would be useful if they could somehow get him fully aligned with the Brotherhood. "Quicksilver." He replied. "I don't do first names, expect with people that really know me, or the occasional one night stand. Neither of which I think you really want to be."
He tapped his chin. "Check works. Write it out to the Brotherhood. I'd say six million seems fair."
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Post by argent on Jul 24, 2012 0:24:34 GMT -5
Quicksilver. Again, try as he might, it didn't ring a bell. Though he supposed it was appropriate to the man's powers. James had to admit that he was guilty of only paying attention to the more popular superhumans. He made a mental note to pay close attention to the smaller groups from now on.
With a sigh, James took his checkbook out of his coat pocket. He took the small silver pen and filled out the check, writing "the Brotherhood" in the check's "to" area. He handed the check over. Six million dollars down the drain. He thought that he'd probably be able to find out who it ended up going to through his bank, but he was forced to assume that these people weren't stupid. Chances were that they had a fake bank account overseas or something like that.
"All right, Quicksilver. Is there anything else you want to scare out of me?" he asked pointedly.
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Post by pietro on Jul 24, 2012 10:50:05 GMT -5
Pietro smirked. He'd just gotten the Brotherhood six million dollars. Sister would be proud, but his father would probably complain that he could have gotten more out of Holt. No matter. Six million would pay for the repairs they needed on the house. For food, since Pietro ate so much. Holt had done them a great favor.
"Nope!" He said happily. "But now that I know you're ready and willing to give up so much money, this won't be the last time you see me!"
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Post by argent on Jul 25, 2012 23:25:45 GMT -5
James sighed. He hoped that six million dollars would hold them over for a little while. He needed some time to find someone who was interested in being a bodyguard on the watch for super-fast mutants. Unlikely, but possible.
"Fine. But be warned; I have every intention to make sure this doesn't happen again."
James picked up his empty gun and the ammunition, , put them in his coat pocket and turned on his heel. He took out his cell phone and called his ride. He was glad he didn't bring the bodyguard; chances are he would have ended up dead.
On the ride home, James couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. He racked his brain for someone he knew that might have someone he could call. One name came to mind. Not a mutant nor a metahuman, but definitely someone related to that community: Tony Stark.
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
do not steal
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