[identity profile] tx-instruments.livejournal.com
Noah is the first of the group to arrive - taking the time to set up a laptop at the large meeting table. They are gathering to discuss the recent conflict with Dr. Sivana's so-called Monster Society - their first meeting as a group since the invitations went out to the new members.

He also has a small box with him - gifts for his colleagues that should help keep them another step ahead of the good guys, and their fellow bad guys.

Analysis

Apr. 10th, 2009 08:18 pm
[identity profile] monstersociety.livejournal.com
Sivana sits at a large computer screen, manipulating and analyzing data. The results of the Monster Society's attacks on the Secret Society had been a little disappointing, but not entirely surprising.

Major Force had been captured - small loss there. Powerful, but too unstable, even for this group. And much valuable data had been gained in exchange - the composition of the new ruling council of the Secret Society.

"The Shade may be problematic - his powers are difficult to analyze. Nevertheless, we achieved enough for our purpose - we've received inquiries of interest about joining the Monster Society from several of the most incorrigible maniacs."

Part of the image on the monitor is replaced by a silhouetted figure, to whom Sivana is speaking.

"All is proceeding within nominal parameters."

Party Time

Mar. 11th, 2009 01:21 pm
[identity profile] jla-extras.livejournal.com
At one of Deathstroke's safehouse facilities, a visitor has come to call. Sivana's information puts the man here, and with most of the rest of the Society leadership tangled up in fights, he shouldn't have access to reinforcements.

And Clifford Zmeck owes Deathstroke. Owes him big time.

With a strength that rivals a Kryptonian, Zmeck takes out the armored front door of the house with a flick of his finger.

"Knock Knock. Can Sladey come out and play?"
[identity profile] jla-villains.livejournal.com
Two A.M. - Keystone City. Iron Heights Meta-Penitentiary.

Two costumed criminals prepare to breach the walls.

"I don't like this. Even if we did get paid a load of money. Actually, I don't like this especially because we got paid a load of money. Who the hell cares that much about baby Boomer? Maybe it was his mysterious Mom.."

Icicle and Zoom had been sent to rescue Owen Mercer, after a substantial payment was made to the Society on his behalf. Icicle had been requested by name, for the security systems - Calculator sent Zoom along as well, 'just in case'.

Cameron plants a hand on the wall of the facility, beginning to super-cool the steel-reinforced concrete.

"You ought to be able to pop this like an eggshell in about a minute."
[identity profile] tx-instruments.livejournal.com
Things were coming together nicely. Shade, Talia, and Brainiac - worthy peers for the refined Society. Still a handful of others to contact, of course - but progress was progress.

Noah sits at his computer station, monitoring several data feeds as he lets his mind wander a little - thinking about the technological improvement that Brainiac might be able to make to these systems. His reverie is interrupted by the noiseless red flashing of an indicator light - one of the tertiary alarm systems in his safe house.

Anyone else might attribute it to malfunction. Noah, naturally, assumes his intruder is simply adept enough to have discovered and disarmed the primary and secondary alarm systems.

"Unless we're dealing with a speedster, I have at least thirty seconds.."

With a resigned sigh, he activates the security system - it wouldn't slow down a big gun for too long, but it was merely the prelude..
[identity profile] jla-villains.livejournal.com
The Shade's long association as a nemesis of the Justice Society meant that Cameron was the natural choice to extend the invitation for him to join the Secret Society - and truth be told, he's much more comfortable with the idea of working with the Shade than he is working with the Cheetah.

Cameron rings the doorbell of one of the Shade's Opal City apartments - Calculator's intel suggests that he favors this one during the spring months, because of the incredible view it affords of one of the city parks. And since things are starting to thaw, it seems as likely as any of the others.
[identity profile] monstersociety.livejournal.com
Dr. Thaddeus Bodog Sivana tents his fingers as he leans back in the swanky reclining chair he had installed just for him, his booted feet propped up on the table.

"Gentlemen. We've gathered here today because we have some common problems. Not everyone could make it, but I think we have a quorum. The Justice League has been a thorn in all our sides for years, and Deathstroke's Secret Society.."
[identity profile] tx-instruments.livejournal.com
Noah takes a seat at a large table - a relatively unremarkable table fashioned of sturdy oak, surrounded by a dozen high-backed oak chairs, all of fine craftsmanship. It's a rare personal appearance for a man who prefers to confer over a network connection.

He awaits the arrival of his colleagues, before beginning.
[identity profile] man-of-stee-ll.livejournal.com
The fourteenth floor at Lexcorp Tower is in a state of eerie calm, with employees clearing the area upon a "Red" code call. Instead of an emergency evacuation, they're all re-assigned to different areas of the building to continue their duties.

The owner, however, takes a single aide by the elbow, heading to his main conference room. "You wanted to know everything before. Now is your time to learn another piece."

The doors close behind them, lighting up their seams as a time-lock goes into effect. Lex Luthor presses on a keypad beneath his desk. "Opening unternet channel sixty-six. Conference mode on."

He takes a step back as a single camera beams onto him, glowing his entire body, before sending a duplicate image to the desk.

"This is Lex Luthor. Initiating open channel. Tell me what you're doing, now."
[identity profile] man-of-stee-ll.livejournal.com
It was a somber morning. The city has been rocked, torn, and almost leveled with the events of the recent past. However, an impromptu stage has been erected, and citizens of Metropolis brought forward.

Lexcorp employees usher forth their neighbors to the park, setting up booths, and counseling areas. It was time. It was a time to heal, and a time to listen. Because there was one who had words for it.

Luthor stood behind the stage, before speaking to his personal security, asking them to remain behind. "I'm not afraid of them." He noted, before stepping out in front of the podium. Camera crews from the Daily Planet, GBS and various other outlets turned their focus to him as he began.

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