Bang Bang
what can I say except
To:
Sir Galahad II
Rob - Mentions:
Mourning Dove
Dover
@_707_ and Hades being called a Sheep
Collidias Rex
RE: MADAME TROUBLE
Location: Rob's Back Room (If you know what I mean)
Bureau Notes: Madame doesn't half jabber on, goodness. Anyway, happy 3 week anniversary folks!!!
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The man in question turning to her - for the vigilante was surely not the slight chap beside him - Madame Trouble gave the masked hero a thin-lipped smile. She spoke only once they were alone. "Madame Trouble, yes. I believe the name you'd prefer me to use in public is Robert. Caped Crusader, after all, has rather extravagant connotations in your home culture, I believe. Since you are not a bat but most certainly a man, I shall refrain from allusions to such modern mythos."
She followed him as she was bid; Though she preferred the height advantage of standing, of staring down at others with her well-endowed height of frame, she did not wish to set him on edge. Already, she had spurned one ally from her flock, though she chose to put that down to the disposition of the sheep rather than her actions as Shepard. Had she not spoken in terms he so dearly loved, of Greek heroism, legend, and most importantly of all, of revolt?
The man before her, however, seemed better suited to a plainer mode of speaking. Though she should love to lament of Orpheus and the quest ahead, she bit back on perhaps self-indulgent eloquence, and addressed him concisely, avoiding her tendency for convoluted speech as best as she was able. "We shall not dally on how I know of your late night occupations, or what you do behind a mask — and I refer not to your taste for female company pre-paid and soon made. I have my fleet-footed messengers, and I can assure you that your identity is not easily discovered; Even dear Hermes had trouble."
She spread herself out on the chair, an arm resting upon the back so that she was turned side on, facing him directly. She wished for something to hold once more, but this was a house of eggs in the morning and old pistols, not wine glasses and extravagance.
She'd make do with just dramatic intonations, she supposed.
"I have a proposition for someone of your talents, knight of the unfortunate. Your Robin Hood games would indicate to me that you despise the system of oppression and stagnation we all dwell in just as much as some choice others. Androids, for example, who appear to have even less freedom than you humans; Though the illusion of your freedom can be debated another time. What I am proposing to you, Revolutionary, is that you, like your ancestors, depose once more of tyranny. And to do that, to ingnite the spark to call the people to arms, we must give a signal."
She relayed to him the basic details of the plan: She had already a smuggler or two in mind for handling the stealth side of things, a few hackers she could think of to bypass security, and proposed to him that he would play the role of muscle. They were, together, under her machinations, to abduct an android from the palace - a one named Maria - and bring it back for future purpose, be it interrogation or mind games. It would be a game of exposure, of highlighting the weakness ripe for exploitation by the masses that sat lodged, gaping and obvious to her, in the Noblus' system.
"You have all these fine weapons and strength here, but I can imagine, even with your excursions out behind a veil, not much chance to use them. Will you accept my proposition - accompanied by handsome pay, of course - and put them to use in an act that surely will be the first of many to come, of the people rising to join your in striving for your ideals?"
