2010-08-12: Minor Insanity

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Summary: Justine and Hobgoblin dicuss a few things while the new base comes together, amongst other things.

Date: 08 12, 2010

Minor Insanity:

Rating: PG


Justine's Estate - Underground Base

None - In the RP post.


The estate was expansive in itself, modernization had taken it from the old she normally was drawn to and instead of large hard worn brick it was lined with the smaller and far more fitted red/brown brick. The shutters had been another color, but had not been freshly painted a red color over the many windows that showed the expanse and rooms within the place, even a homely bay window at the front. But this estate was not the home it was built to be, nor did it harbor someone in the mind to make it such. The insides had been gutted, plastic laid over pillars and old antique furnishings.
Through the foyer and the greeting room was the branch to one side span of the house was what should be a living room, to the left was a library and beside that was a bathroom. The walls lined in metal worked sconces adapted to modern lighting though with the look an appeal of antiquity as well.
The typical doorway to the hidden places would be in the library perhaps, pull a book and find the stairs behind a rolling shelf. Not the case here. But either way, behind one of the many reworked stucco walls was the downward spiral to a stretch of open area, also being worked, but by others. Mutants or those reformed here to rejoin Justine, aiding in the rise of new walls, plastering, drilling, and the flying sparks from a stretch of wall that bore screens yet sprung to life.
Before a high backed leather rolling chair Justine stood, watching and directing a few with their heavy burden towards the east most corner of the underground dwelling. Booted feet shifted in a slow stalk, silver toed pointed tips glinting on the fluorescent lighting, showing the potential danger of biker boots made bad. Black leather pants encased her posterior to the swell of hips, only a glimpse of flesh until the red vest carried on the path, laced up the back, and buttoned at the front, dipping low over her chest where a few stray locks of curled black hair fell in rest.
"Be sure the wiring is tapped into the right database, I want to see everything, if this city has eyes, I want possession of them."

"You mean that figuratively right? I am sure we can manage to deliver you eyes if you liked. Heheheh." The laughter that bubbled forth seemed to catch on itself and repeat, drawn out longer than it should have been. The contorted features of the mask had sharp canines and teeth displayed unnaturally as large eyes seem to pull a squint and rounded enlarged expression all at once. Standing tall near the door way stood the Hobgoblin, in deep gray to black armor with the gleaming green highlights and dull orange outer cloak. One arm was held high; forearm braced against frame of entryway, the other arm's gloved hand was bouncing in front of him, a rounded red gleaming apple in its hand.

Justine's right hand surely had a mission to do some form of gesture, but at the voice that came across in response it ceased for the briefest flutter of a heartbeat and settled to fall to her side. The 'Yes, ma'am's' and 'You got it Cowl..' Got a slight tilt of her head in acknowledgment while her blue gray eyes settled on Hobgoblin.. 'We're trying.' That final murmur from the woman half hidden beneath the outcropping of a forming desk just beneath the monitors had Justine's chin lifting indignantly, her throat working over choking down the words she heard that were apparently hard to swallow - a motion like the rise and fall of the apple constricting muscles along slender column.
"Trying doesn't cut it. You do know why he's there and you're under a desk right? He has initiative." Her eyes darted from the now suddenly rigid form still half hidden and the Hobgoblin. "Camera's and systems tapped into first, perhaps eyes will get extras. Hm?"

"Your pets set up shop fast, wish we could move in so quickly, look at them scurrying around so eager to please the queen bee. "The apple was spun around then tossed towards Justine deftly, the Hobgoblin strode into the room to stand near her, "Hope teacher enjoys tasty fruits… speaking of tasty we met the crazed freak called Joystick… we don't like her, but she has skills beyond running her mouth." That cannibalistic fae smile split into a wider stretch, one would wonder how that was even possible. "We'll enjoy working with her if she doesn't get in the way."

The apple tossed her way was caught in one hand, spideresque digitalia trapping it in slender grip and bringing it up before her eyes for inspection, but from the rounded fruit, over the sloped top towards Hobgoblin her eyes remained, holding it there and pushing it to fingertips for balance a few inches from lips as she spoke. "Yes, a lovely sight it is to see them aiming to please for one single goal amongst the many. Who wouldn't want a slice of the opportunity?"
On emphasis to that Justine's brow barely hinted at a rise in the corner before a finger tapped the side of the apple, not just idly, but testing it for what just might be placed within. After all, Hobgoblin did have his…tendencies.
"Good, then she has not tenderized over time like much wasted meat.." Who she meant by that she knew, and perhaps so did Hobgoblin. "She and everyone else, needs to know their place, and if not know it, then learn it."

A low chuckle escapes Hobgoblin while he listens to her moving to seat himself on the lip of a table. "Do we have a target in mind? A plan… the police seem wrapped up in these messes with the Mutants, perfect time to 'play' - some bugs to squish. If you don't select we… I… hahah someone will pick someone soon, we're anxious we want to hear some screams… "A gloved hand moves down the satchel on his hips is shifted through to draw up one of those bat-shaped throwing blades glancing at it with a studious gaze before looking towards Justine tossing it with a *fwip* through the air it would sail past an archway into the adjacent room past one of the workers heads a 'yelp' being heard that had Hobgoblin laughing loudly, his voice amplified and echoing off the walls obnoxiously.

Booted footfalls carried her towards the solitary leather chair, Justine's body falling back into it and sending it into a slow spin after the shocked moan it let out of leather against leather. Her back was braced against one arm while one leg was slung over the other, toe of opposing leg touching down to stop the slow spin she had plunged the chair into.
Facing both Hobgoblin and the grand computer desk under way the hand bearing the apple lowered lazily, rolling it into rotation with fingers' motion in the cusp of her hand. "Perfect time to play, yes. But not to do get down to the marrow of it all. We do have a game to play, but it will lead to much bigger and better profits - as well as all the screams you both..You..can handle." The toe on the floor pushed back and forth now, the slow swiveling beginning again as she stared at the empty monitors with a wry grin tugging at her lips. "Until then I have read that the Thunderbolts are still alive, though only read of few. Perpetually a thorn in our side. When you have time, be rid of them in your own way but make sure they don't get back up, though I would be loathe having you do that without me. Either way.."
Another moment of thought, but right now, the Avenger's were too big and their gathering numbers did not need whittled away at quite yet. Her eyes snapped away when the blade was drawn, in time to see it released and hear the reaction, the small grin toyed into something a bit larger and then eradicated. "Not our own though, they don't count."

"Which Thunderbolts are there? We want a crack at Meteorite… she looks like such a snob or is that bitch in coma still? There are other creatures on the news too, this Dingo… how much points do you think he is worth? And the Mutant who survived three or four attacks… I bet he has a nice score… Chamber…"Another of those strange out of place laughs escaped the children's nightmare brought to life. Hobgoblin found himself staring at Justine but through her, his smile cheek achingly wide, sharp teeth gnash together before he speaks. "Avoid Avengers for now, can manage this." Already he was picking out a target, research would needed to be done, he was not a fool despite the possibly touch of insanity. Minor insanity, obviously.

The laugh was something that chased down her spine, like nails tipped in needles making a wake of small bumps to rise over flesh. Coupled with his smile and that look Justine couldn't help but think twice on him sometimes, how truly trustworthy he was in all of this…No, not trustworthy - stable. He had a knack and a drive she could only commend; now they just needed more like them…him. "I have read only on two."
Her throat cleared then and she turned towards the desk, leaning to gather up a folded newspaper and toss it towards Hobgoblin. "Songbird and Mach IV, seems them and another by the name of Envy did some good damage. There's a small snapshot of her there. I will look into her value, perhaps she would be a good starter deal, her and the Dingo. If we get bored we can go knocking down doors for past enemies."
A man came from one of the further back corridors of the basement, where apparently something was working because he leaned over the back of the chair with a push of the glasses up the bridge of his nose. "It's done Miss Hammer."
This had the swiveling come to an abrupt halt, the one limb swinging off the arm of the chair and her standing in one smooth motion. "The data matches the disk?" The man with the tousled sandy blonde hair nodded and gestured to the back. Even if it was not precise Justine could do the rest on her own. "I have to make sure this is in optimal performance as well. Make yourself at home." Speaking back to Hobgoblin as she stalked the distance, only pausing briefly to do so and then continuing on, leaving the sandy haired man to stand there, awkwardly fidget and head in an opposing direction of them both after a few pace-turns of indecision.

"Make ourselves at home, eh…" The Hobgoblin would muse, watching as Justine Hammer departed. The man quiet and fidgeting annoyed him, made his anger well up for no real reason. If he was to make himself at home he wouldn't be doing it with some peon standing around. A sudden whirl on his feet and lunged towards the man both hands upraised as the light seemed to hit him just right, teeth looked sharper, eyes looked crazed, gleaming and wide. "BOO!!!" He shouts out, not looking like his shift towards the man would stop unless he moves out of the way, which the maniac was giving him time to do so.

The poor loyal technical engineer had been holed up long enough, but the way out was barred to him until Justine gave clearance for him to leave, and leave he wanted to. His amble into the opposite direction apparently was not swift enough and too close to the…thing perched on the edge of the desk. Hobgoblin came lunging and the frayed nerves sprung to apparent life where his knees buckled and then instinct kicked in to flee and live to be scared another day and that he did, scrambling nearly on all fours to regain the weakened musculature moment and leave a trail of sawdust in his wake. Gone and likely cowering in the well lit corner of his bunk room.
Minutes ticked by and finally Justine re-emerged, pausing as her hand flexed beneath the shining red material of gloves that matched the rest of the laced and painted on attire that covered her frame. The cloak rested over her shoulders, draping down to frame her form, the cowl not yet drawn up over the loosely curled black hair. Stillness as she seemed to hunt for Lawrence seemed fruitless, but the motion that followed was lead by her cloak, the ends of it snapping to life with a light crack of stiff material. "Needs broken in." The words were a low alto, but blue eyes settled on Hobgoblin.

Hobgoblin was overcome with laughter as the man hastily exited the room. His voice dying down as Justine returns, his lips still split in that perpetual smile that stretched his features out from one side to the other. "Better, we like the color - reminds us of our childhood. " Pushing himself off the desk with a flourish. "We're going to go pway wif someone." His deep rasp turned into a rather comical higher pitch. Striding past his employer he would cast a wink. "Don't lock up, Hobby is coming home late… "

The face splitting smile, the laughter, followed up with a wink had Justine's eyes following him again while one hand reached back and gathered the cowl and tugged it over her head, concealing her features in the shadows of the darkest black and snapping to life the dim light of gold glowing eyes. "You're not the only one that plays at night." Creepy little men..man..Oh what the hell ever. Ascending the stairs and out she went, following slowly behind Hobgoblin to let him get a head start. She had her quarry in mind already, now it was just finding them.

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