The Captain
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Post by The Captain on Oct 10, 2009 14:30:21 GMT -5
It was a silent night as The Captain pushed the doors to Maxwell's office open. The Major had given him a video tape/ webcam (idk what to call it. I'm referring to the object that he used to Declare War) to hand deliver to the Vatican, and to destroy anything if he was anything but welcomed warmly. He could still hear his orders...:
"Captain, take zis to ze Catholics und let zem know I vish to schedule a meeting vith Maxvell. Tell heem zat it has to do vith ze virus that ees going around und I think he vill like vat I have to offer... "
He glanced around the room before placing the device on the table, its screen facing Maxwell. With that being done, he walked off.
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Post by judasxkiss on Oct 10, 2009 21:23:17 GMT -5
The Archbishop had spent the entirety of his evening holed up in that office pouring over documents relating to a mysterious “illness'', brow furrowing as he concentrated on the detailed report concerning the rise in the new virus that was spreading across the Americas and Europe. While scientists were unable to pinpoint its cause exactly, civilian disappearances were alarming. Not to mention the numbers of vampires and lycans were on the rise...Obviously, there was some sort of correlation between the two.
The Vatican Intelligence Agency were doing their best to gain some insight on the matter from Italy headquarters, but with the constant flood of creatures lately even Iscariot's finest agents had begun to feel the strain of having to go out night after night to fight off the hoards of ghouls on the Vatican's borders.
“What...Is this?”
He took off his reading glasses and folded them into a breast pocket, violet hues settling on the telecommunicator with mild interest.
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Post by The Major on Oct 10, 2009 21:38:51 GMT -5
Within moments the screen flicked on and there was Major on the screen, grinning his jovial grin. "Good Evening, Maxvell! I assume I haf found you in good spirits, hmm?" The fat German leader chuckled a bit as he took a big bite out of a sausage. "The reason I haf decided to contact you ees to arrange a meeting...I haf a business proposal zat you may not be able to resist...ja? Besides...you have something ve vant..." Another sinister laugh left his mouth as he finished off the sausage. "I propose ve meet in neutral ground, ja? You are velcome to bring bodyguards...I vill as vell" Those gold eyes seem to twinkle with a sinister thought as he laced his fingers together. "So...vhat do you say, Maxvell...? I shall let you decide vhere ve meet."
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Post by judasxkiss on Oct 11, 2009 15:50:58 GMT -5
Enrico stared at the box-like contraption with a disconcerted expression on his face, stern mouth dividing to release a small puff of air that had been trapped within it. To come face-to-face—in a manner of speaking—with the leader of The Last Nazi Battalion—not to mention without any sort of warning whatsoever—had taken him completely off-guard. The blunt edges of his fingers skimmed the lacquered finish of the desk, the Italian repressing the urge to knock the thing from its horrid pedestal. Rather than act on his thoughts however, the Archbishop did not want to discount the practicality of a potential alignment, even if it meant sacrificing a portion of his pride to find out exactly what the war-obsessed fiend could possibly offer the Vatican.
“What do you mean? You have never expressed an interest in Iscariot before. Why now?”
He half-suspected that the real reason for this communication was some hidden motivation as of yet unknown to him or the Vatican. The Nazis were no amateurs. They strived for conflict to such an extent that it was impossible to trace all of their activities without compromising one's own resources. But, even given their animosity in the past, he thought it curious that the Major would wish to contact him personally rather than send one of his irksome messengers. Could it be the virus was interfering with the maniac's schemes to such an extent he felt it necessary to ask for Iscariot's collaboration? At any rate, whatever the reason, he knew of Millennium too well to trust the Nazi scum any more than he could throw him.
In all probability, he was simply mad. And as a madman, the man's 'cancer of the mind' was inoperable—thus, his true nature could not readily be determined. Unpredictable. Needless to say, Enrico was not keen on that which he had no control over.
“Do you honestly think me a fool enough to step a foot near you? Truly you underestimate me. What guarantees do I have that this isn't a trap?”
Then again, if it were a trap, the man wouldn't have offered such generous terms, would he?
Fingers laced together in contemplation, chin propped over them as he took the proposal into consideration.
“...Fine. But if you or any of your nazi scum try to cross me I will see to it that every last one of you is obliterated, do you understand?”
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Post by The Major on Oct 11, 2009 17:09:40 GMT -5
The infamous grin remained plastered to the fat man's face as he stared at the Archbishop. "Oh of course, of course! Feel free to bring as many bodyguards as you like, I vill only bring my Captain for protection, if that eases your mind any." The Major took another bite out of a sausage before continuing. "Like I said, I'm sure I haf information about zis virus and a few things zat you might find interesting...not to mention ze offers I have vaiting for you. Pick the location in Paris that you vish to meet, und ve vill be meeting before ze end of ze week, ja?"
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Post by judasxkiss on Oct 11, 2009 21:31:09 GMT -5
His left eye twitched at the way he was being addressed with the other's mouth half-stuffed full of sausage, his nose wrinkling in disgust. How the man could continually eat without regard to the situation at hand was always beyond him. Then again, perhaps he didn't care to understand.
“Very well. I shall expect your company at the Eiffel Tower in the later part of the evening. Do not be late.”
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Post by The Major on Oct 11, 2009 23:55:00 GMT -5
The Major claps his hands together with a jovial smirk. "I vill not be late...I can't vait to see you Maxvell!" The screen goes black. A moment passes and the screen flicks back on. "Oh...did I forget to mention...? Zis screen vill self destruct in five seconds. See you at ze Eiffel Tower Maxvell!" The screen shuts off its final time and shows the five second count down.
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Post by Schrodinger on Oct 12, 2009 10:46:26 GMT -5
There was a popping sound of sorts, as if the fabric of space and time had gone through some distortion. The young catboy appeared right next to the screen, grinning as usual. "Vell, it seems zis screen isn't going to last." He'd narrow his eyes playfully at Maxwell. "Best ve get rid of it before something bad happens." He'd grab the screen and disappear just like that. Where he took the screen, nobody will know. But all the while it seemed as if Schrodinger never even left the Deus ex Machina. Being able to be in two places at once was pretty handy.
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Post by judasxkiss on Oct 13, 2009 10:25:13 GMT -5
Iscariot's leader simply sat in his chair and stared at the empty spot where the supposed explosion was to come from, jaw slackening in a rather comical fashion. Bastard. How was that in any way an extension of Millennium's good will?! Eventually the confusion passed—leaving only a smoldering hatred in its wake. The only saving grace in this entire fiasco was the appearance of the Messenger Boy. Yet, not even that was any comfort to the man, whose close encounter with his maker had left his face drained of all color.
Fingers clenched into a fist, knuckles burning white.
How dare he toy with an Iscariot! (And nearly ruined his office too.)
Whatever the Major wanted had better be worth the insult.
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