[Special Test Drive] Villain's Lounge

[pumpkinhollow]

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You find yourself in a lounge.

You're not sure how you got here, or when you got here. The phrase "pulled from the mouth of Hell" springs to mind, unbidden. Assuming you have hands, there's a drink in one of them. A drink you like. If not, then perhaps something else will strike your fancy. Some lavish treat that is to your tastes. Someone has spared no expense making you comfortable.

"I'm so glad you all could make it," croons the Deer-Headed Man. He wears a business suit and carries a cane. You know him. He offered you something, shook your hand (or whatever you have) and promised you exactly what you wanted. All you had to do was "what you do best..."

"The casino will be open to the public before too long, and we'll begin assigning you prey," the Deer-Headed Man continues. "But for now, please enjoy this VIP lounge. I'd love it if you all took the chance to mingle, get to know each other. The bar is open, as is the kitchen. Anything you want is on my tab. I've got a lot to do, but I'll try to swing by later to answer any questions."

He disappears, leaving you and a strange collection of... colleagues, ostensibly, alone in the lounge. Deep blue plush furniture. Wood stained a deep black and polished expertly. Gold trim tastefully slipped in where appropriate. This place is classy. And you have the run of it.

What will you do?

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[ The Villain's Lounge is a special test drive meme for guest villains for our Halloween Special. You do not have to apply officially to test drive, but you must apply officially in order to participate in the Special. Applications are due October 1st and can be done here. This is just an opportunity to test and practice! Have fun, and stay spooky! ]

Comments

[bloodyscalesemptyheart]

Itazura grins. He had Hol exactly right. He adjusts his position, not quite sitting up, but no longer lounging. "I can respect a man who knows his place in things, and the limits of his responsibility." No he can't, he's lying through his teeth. He doesn't respect anyone.

"'Going solo' is how I generally do things. After all, few are willing to stand side by side with a hemomancer. It's an issue of trust." A little pause, a tilt of his head, twitch of his tail. "If you found it in yourself to extend a little bit of that trust, however... Perhaps we could work something out."

[emperorcard]

The fuck's a hemomancer? Same thing as a blood mage probably, ain't used to these fancy words. Ain't nothin' weird bout that, gross to some but power's a power.

Now... on the topic of trust? Well, if he could put his trust even into a total bastard like J. Geil... into that insidious vampire, he could trust some guy who just bleeds a bit too much. Being the one on the sidelines? Ain't gonna complain 'bout that, he's not tryin' to be the head honcho anyway, let him call the shots! Maybe it's misguided trust, but least he ain't risking getting a damn parasite shoved in his head like when he worked for DIO.

Hol gives a bit of a grin, then says "... Sure. Ya want trust? Sure as hell can do that, can't have no strategy workin' without a bit of trust." Well, least as much trust as Hol's word can give. He'd said the same thing to DIO and almost blew the guy's brains out. Well, it ain't gonna come to that unless it's gotta, and he damn well hopes it doesn't. "...So what'cha thinkin?"