The fog at the front door « Thread Started on Aug 3, 2009, 10:35pm »
The night sky is perfect and shy...
A slow fog creeps...
Amidst a smokescreen the Prince of Darkness emerges, a black as pitch figure emerges from vampire bat silhouettes. As the smoke and fog dissipate the man known as Dracula stands pondering his next move. He stands roughly 500 yards north of "The Avengers Mansion" pondering, his blank stare changes to a maniacal glare as lighting paints the horizon. A few seconds pass before his image stands right in-front of the door of the Avengers Mansion, the speed of his movements are not of this plane of existence, a dark magic pulsates in aura around his figure.
Dracula closes his eyes and with the power of the darkness he telepathically sends and image of himself through the minds of all the avengers resting in the mansion..
With that a message is sent...
" All that reside in these walls, fear me not, Im aware of our past together, I come tonight as a guest and not as your enemy....May I enter your estate?"
Dracula opens his eyes and waits for a response of some sort, good or bad he is confident in his abilities.
Standing in-front of the door his dark aura disappears, he clears his mind of all conflict hoping one of the avengers will detect his sincerity..
He only wishes to make a deal with the mighty super heroes...
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Re: The fog at the front door « Reply #1 on Aug 4, 2009, 3:18am »
Contrary to the popular belief, saving the world is not a terribly time consuming process. As a rough total, I would actually put actions at no more or less than 25.7% of my active time during my opperational hours. In the almost boundless free time when I am not engaged in such pursuits, I have vairous tasks to occupy my spare moments around the mansion.
This would be one such period. Mainance on the internal components of the Quinn Jet are generally overseen by Stark Enterprises employees, but there are certain technical matters within that sphere at which i am more than capable of assisting. In this specific case running diagnostics on the main computer systems to ensure no faults or difficulties with the simulated AI.
I even indulge my pleasure for muscial accompanyment by playing classical jazz over the radio as I work.
My new form is less than ideally equipped to enjoy the sounds...but its still soothing to hear Muddy Waters drawling over the system as I go through the last few terabytes, even as I begin cataloging those items that must be dealt with next. The crays will need to be mainenced, my lab will need to have its monthly cleaning period, and I also...
I pause in mid thought as I feel an unfamilar intrusion into my mind. Words echoing across my neural in a way that I've come to associate with the process of telepathy. Imploring that I, and the other Avengers let him in...the vocal imprint of his telepathy drawing forth multiple references from my datatracks, none of which are of a particularly flattering nature towards this entity...
Altering my density, I fly straight through the mansion's rooms and then out beyond the exterior walls, until I hover before this unsual visitor, incoporeal as a hologram as I address him.
"Greetings, I am the Vision. You are Count Vlad Tepes Dracula? My records on your past missdeeds would seem to indicate that it would be a very unwise choice to allow you entry into this facility. I would suggest instead that you relay whatever requests you might have to me, and I will see to it that they are duly put forth before the other Avengers. I am fully trained in negotiation, and am duly authorized to act in that capacity. I would further suggest that we begin with your explaining your purpose here tonight. You are not typically regarded as an entity who favors diplomacy."
Re: The fog at the front door « Reply #2 on Aug 4, 2009, 1:57pm »
Seeing the hologram appear before his eyes brings a smile to the counts face, he politely bows To vision and greets him upon arrival. “Greetings Vision, I am indeed Dracula and you may call me Vlad if that suites you best. Just know I am grateful of your presence here and thank you for holding no hostility towards me given the circumstances of the past.”
Dracula nods placing his hand slowly under his coat revealing a thick manuscript, pulling it out of his coat he presents it to Vision and says.
“What I hold before you is extensive information on an ancient tome called “The Darkhold”, that very book was in these walls and protected at one point by a man known as Dr. Strange”
A slight grimace floods Dracula’s face at the mere mention of his name, but he shrugs off his discomfort and continues with his proposition.
“Please tell The Avengers that I know longer hold a grudge for protecting the book from me or my minions in the past, but that its is very important that I get a hold of that book. It is for the good of my kind that I poses that book, if in the wrong hands my kind has the possibility to be extinct for ever.”
Dracula laughs and continues once more
“Now your probably telling yourself, is this necessarily a bad thing?
“But as you might be aware there are vampires that are not of ill nature and wish no wrong to the human race, hopefully you will help me find this book, not only for me but for there well being as well. In turn I offer my services to The Avengers, I will call off all vampires in this sector and destroy any cult that worships us to eliminate any vampire terrorist that maybe planning on taking over parts of this city. Help me, help you, good sir, I no longer want to be known as a threat, an Allie sounds much better these days considering the amount of enemies I already have just for being a creature of the night.”
Dracula stops and takes a deep breath of the fresh air around him, closing his eyes and enjoying the breath he releases it as if it were his last.
“Such a fine evening, I bid you goodnight sir, please think this over well, I am in no need of an answer tonight. You know of my location, or you could contact me with telepathy, my favorite form of communication as of late”
The same fog that Dracula magically rode in on builds up once more, in a mere instant a small flash followed by a puff of smoke, a vampire bat fly’s away from the premises. The manuscript that Dracula once held is now were his feet stood, on top is Dracula’s initials marked in blood.
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