[ACRO] The Heinous Association of Twisted Scoundrels

[Beans]

Yeah... mine's in an alley wot nobody goes in 'cos I'm there na dthey don' like it much.
'S full of old blankets an' coats an' stuff.

[happyturtle]

Simone is there, wearing her own silly hat.

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HT recommends Lulz Bar and Grill and Motel for lodging. It is conveniently located just outside the zone of radiation, and has recently had a Fix Everything button installed, for your brawling enjoyment.

Alternately, the Home thread, for responsible villains who want a place of their own.

[Beans]

Margaret heads off to her house.
Er, cabinet.
In the Home thread.

[Tyrion L.]

Tyrion looks over at Simon, noticing the hat. Uh.... He frowns in thought. Does that hat do anything besides look silly?

[Ashen Lilies]

Kal suddenly pops up behind Tyrion.
Ooooooh! I know this one! It like, totally amplifies her brainwaves! Watch out, she's going to control your miiIIiind!!"
Gah!

[Tyrion L.]

Tyrion turns to Kal Please, I have ten magical barriers around my mind, and one nonmagical signal that will scatter brains that get past those just in case.

[Ashen Lilies]

Kal leans back as Tyrion faces him, balancing expertly on the heels of his boots.
"So then, what's in your mind that is so absolutely Top Secret? Any secrets you feel like sharing?"

[Tyrion L.]

Tyrion's smile darkens. The inner workings of my country are unknown to all. Tyrion then grins. I do love cats, though.

[happyturtle]

A stack of flyers mysteriously appears on the evil conference table, advertising a new booth in the Inside thread:

Cecily's Millinery und Hat Magic

Headgear uf hall types!
Fabulous Fedoras!
Terrific Trilbys!
Bizarre Beanies!
Vunderful Vigs!
Tinkink caps!
Karnival masks!
Silly Moustaches!
Sortink hats!
Srs hats!
Silly hats!
Fascinators!

Find hall uf de aboff und more at

Cecily's Millinery und Hat Magic
City uf Inside
Market Schtreets

[Beans]

Margaret comes in from the streets, looking like she's eaten too many cherries from her hat.
Nnnggh.

[Lord Magtok]

Emerging from deadtime, Magtok carelessly swats whatever hat he's wearing off his chrome dome, and quickly dons a fancy purple commissar cap. Because you can't have an unofficial looking hat for a serious evil conference meeting and expect your underlings to take you seriously.

Right! So I'm glad to see you all took advantage of my deadtime to acquaint yourself with the place and get comfortable. Saves me the trouble of explaining and helping out with that sort of thing myself.

Now, if we're going to get this group off the ground and accomplish things, we'll need to do a bit of recon. We're still new, so you won't have to take your hats off and go incognito just yet. Anyways, I need at least one of you to investigate HALO, determine how true to its acronym name it remains nowadays and what sort of power levels are present.

Another person is needed to investigate this headwear chain. They could be a useful supplier, so be gentle with them, and find out if they work with gadget hats. Y'know, hidden blades in the rim, sonic blast emitters tucked in a hold in the front, a remote-detonated bomb set to ruin anyone who tries to steal that which marks you as one of us.

Lastly, there's an organization by the name of AMEN run by a fellow called...Wayne, was it? Harvey possibly. Maybe Gordon. Anyways, I need a quick hit-and-run guerrilla strike launched against it, a brutal message to our rival evil-doers that while we'll gladly welcome them to join us here as brother and sister Scoundrels, but we won't allow for any sort of competition in the wrong-doing biz.

[Beans]

Emerging from deadtime, Magtok carelessly swats whatever hat he's wearing off his chrome dome, and quickly dons a fancy purple commissar cap. Because you can't have an unofficial looking hat for a serious evil conference meeting and expect your underlings to take you seriously.

Right! So I'm glad to see you all took advantage of my deadtime to acquaint yourself with the place and get comfortable. Saves me the trouble of explaining and helping out with that sort of thing myself.

Now, if we're going to get this group off the ground and accomplish things, we'll need to do a bit of recon. We're still new, so you won't have to take your hats off and go incognito just yet. Anyways, I need at least one of you to investigate HALO, determine how true to its acronym name it remains nowadays and what sort of power levels are present.

Having previously unloaded the cherries from her stomach (the hard way), Margaret raises her hand.
I fink I c'd go to this HALO place 'cos I hears they's real sympathetic to people wot's been frow'd at walls an' dusn't smells all that nice.
Just look what happened to that Carrie girl.

[billtodamax]

A small metal sphere floats up to HATS, attempting to enter the base by means of finding an open door/window and floating through.

It's not exactly the most stealthy of things.

As it goes, it takes as many readings and measurements on absolutely everything it can. Once it gets inside it attempts to measure the dimensions of the rooms, noting down a very precise map.

Said small metal sphere floats across the room in which MAggy's announcing things and starts blatantly scanning him, the table, and any chairs he's sitting on, as well as his hat. When it's done, and for no apparent reason, it emits a loud piercing beep, before hovering slowly out of the room.

[Hyozo]

Hyozo looks at the sphere curiously for a moment before vanishing. A few seconds later he reappears in its path with his hand outstretched in a "stop" gesture. In transit he appears to have changed quite a bit. He now appears to be comically overweight and wearing an overdone police uniform. It should be clear from his face that he is still the same person, however.

[happyturtle]

Simone would volunteer for the millinery mission, but that would require self-roleplay. HALO thread moves too fast for her player to keep up with. And she's not really cut out for an AMEN hit job. So she'll just pull out a knife and fling it at the sphere instead.

[Tyrion L.]

Lastly, there's an organization by the name of AMEN run by a fellow called...Wayne, was it? Harvey possibly. Maybe Gordon. Anyways, I need a quick hit-and-run guerrilla strike launched against it, a brutal message to our rival evil-doers that while we'll gladly welcome them to join us here as brother and sister Scoundrels, but we won't allow for any sort of competition in the wrong-doing biz.

Tyrion grins. I could handle hitting AMEN. I have a couple good spells prepared just for such an occasion.

((What I'm wondering is how I do that))

[Lord Magtok]

Good idea, Margaret. They won't be expecting any sort of sneaky spy behavior from one such as yourself. Don't expect me to allow for a sloppily-done report simply because you live in a cabi-

Magtok stops abruptly, and glares at the orb. Nasty, putrescent little things like that don't belong here, not unless they're of his own design.

Whose drone is that, and why isn't it properly uniformed?! It's not like I ask that much of-HEY! Where do you think you're going?!

Magtok points an angry finger at the sphere, as if expecting it to comply with his loud, boisterous orders simply because he's wearing one of his authority-hats. Of course, the knife and actions taken out by other members of the group probably sort out that matter for him rather quickly.

Right...Lannister, was it? Sure, you look fairly competent. Just walk into their base all casual, make it look like you're considering joining or somesuch behavior, and then open fire. Feel free to loot anything you see while over there, too.

[Beans]

Margaret tries a sort of salute, but her hatbrim gets in the way and she has to try a few times.
Yessir.

... Oi, what th' 'ell's that fing?
She glares at the spheroid.

[Tyrion L.]

Tyrion bows. It will be done, my lord. He teleports out of HATS base, his hat falling to the ground slowly.

[Hyozo]

Since the deadtime ooze seems to have done more harm to the sphere than any of the scoundrels could have, Hyozo lowers his arm and looks at Magtok "Hey tinhead, I've been hearing quite a few rumors lately. Tell me, are the rumors about the catgirl true?"

[Beans]

It doesn't take much more than the mention of the catgirl to propel Margaret on her way out the door toward HALO. She seems, by the way, to have acquired a WWII-era submachinegun...
Catgirl.
Wiv scales and wings and clawy bits.
She wuz all up on Mister Mag an' all close and touchy and I dun like it an' I dun unnastand it an' I'm goin'.

[Lord Magtok]

Main Conference Room

Magtok nervously nibbles on his lower lip, stares silently at Hyozo for a moment or two, and carefully words his response with utmost care as to keep Hyozo from-

Yes.

Err...what?

Lab "S"

Elsewhere, another clone of the cyborg with a simple polka-dot derby steps towards some fellow toiling away by a mound of paperwork.

Oh hi, necromancer. Didn't see you walk in. Or float in, rather.

[Saurous]

Lab "S"

((Godmodding permission granted))

The fellow sits with his feet propped up on a lab table, casually flipping through files. He glances up at Magtok.

"Magtok, you should know how much I hate front doors and fresh-faced newbies," Saurous says, giving his best attempt at a smile. It is as horrific as you would expect. "Besides, entering through the back gives me access to some of your paperwork."

He pauses, glancing back down at his current handful of papers.

"Speaking of which, is there a reason for most of these files to have 'RESERVED FOR PAPER PLANE CONSTRUCTION AT A LATER DATE' stamped on them in huge red letters?"

[Tyrion L.]

Tyrion teleports back, picking up his hat as he does. He then walks over to Magtok's location. I caused quite a bit of havoc there. No one to see except for someone called "GM". Ah well, I atleast managed to destroy some things and put in an Acid Cloud and Incendiary Cloud.

[Lex-Kat]

Bianca is suspiciously not in the room anymore.

[Hyozo]

"Really?" asks Hyozo, gleefully "Even the one about how your short-lived job as a ballet tutor is how the two of you met?"

[billtodamax]

Hyozo looks at the sphere curiously for a moment before vanishing. A few seconds later he reappears in its path with his hand outstretched in a "stop" gesture. In transit he appears to have changed quite a bit. He now appears to be comically overweight and wearing an overdone police uniform. It should be clear from his face that he is still the same person, however.

Simone would volunteer for the millinery mission, but that would require self-roleplay. HALO thread moves too fast for her player to keep up with. And she's not really cut out for an AMEN hit job. So she'll just pull out a knife and fling it at the sphere instead.

Good idea, Margaret. They won't be expecting any sort of sneaky spy behavior from one such as yourself. Don't expect me to allow for a sloppily-done report simply because you live in a cabi-

Magtok stops abruptly, and glares at the orb. Nasty, putrescent little things like that don't belong here, not unless they're of his own design.

Whose drone is that, and why isn't it properly uniformed?! It's not like I ask that much of-HEY! Where do you think you're going?!

Magtok points an angry finger at the sphere, as if expecting it to comply with his loud, boisterous orders simply because he's wearing one of his authority-hats. Of course, the knife and actions taken out by other members of the group probably sort out that matter for him rather quickly.

Right...Lannister, was it? Sure, you look fairly competent. Just walk into their base all casual, make it look like you're considering joining or somesuch behavior, and then open fire. Feel free to loot anything you see while over there, too.

The sphere stops just short of Hyozo's hand, before attempting to float around him. Then it's hit with Simone's knife! It leaves a nasty scrape down one side, unless it's a special knife which I don't know about. Then I'll have to make another post after HT tells me. It continues trying to leave the room, before Magtok starts shouting at it.

Sorry about all this fuss. says a rather elderly female voice from the sphere. It'll just leave in a moment, don't worry.

[happyturtle]

It is a perfectly ordinary knife, other than being balanced for throwing.

[Ashen Lilies]

"Ooooh! Can I go to HALO too!? I'd be the perfect infiltrator! All I'd have to do is claim I'm one of those dirty rotten traitor succubi who are trying to 'redeem' and turn against my fellow devils like the dirty rotten traitor I am (I mean, in character: I'm not really a dirty rotten traitor), and they'll let me right in. Plus, I'll be surrounded by all those hot... bisexual... lust cultists..."
He stares into the air for a second.
"But if Margaret is already going, I could talk to the hat person instead! I'm really good at finding information. Really smoothlike, or something."
Yeah... really helping your case there.
"Oooh! Oooh! I could hit AMEN as well! I mean, wizard guy over there already did it, but twice is better. Get right up and really stick it to them."
Gah, this guy talks a lot.

[ThePhantom]

Approaching from AMEN, a group of 74 henchmen are coming, armed with canons.

"This should be fun. Ready, aim, fire!"

As so, AMEN launchs its counterattack.