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Post by fearmasters on Jan 10, 2012 21:56:44 GMT -5
An unmasked Jonathan Crane stood on a rooftop in Death City. Instead of the Scarecrow attire he would usually wear while in places that were supposedly filled with people who would try to take him down upon seeing him. A quick test verified that his fear toxin glove was attached and working properly. It would be necessary in case anything went wrong with this meeting. A man who went by Doctor S had contacted him wanting access to his fear gas. At first Crane had been unwilling... until he'd read the other part. Doctor S had a way to create a more large scale for him to test and spread his fear gas. Immediately, Crane had agreed. The two were supposed to meet there, on the top of one of the taller buildings in Death City.
Having a genius level intellect gave Crane the insight to know that "Doctor S" was some kind of alias. Of course, he'd used his own alias of Scarecrow, though the identity of Scarecrow was well known by all of Gotham and beyond. Obviously he had no idea who Doctor S really was, it would be impossible to do so. He had tried to trace the contact to no avail. If he were to be honest he would say that he hadn't expected the tracking to work. After all, it would be a fool who contacted someone as renowned as Scarecrow with no protection from tracking. It was clear from the start that he was working with someone resourceful, though he was entirely unsure just how resourceful he'd be...
A beeping came from the watch on Crane's wrist. In one quick movement Crane placed his burlap mask on his face and waited. He would soon see who this "Doctor S" was.
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Post by Albert Wesker on Jan 10, 2012 22:21:10 GMT -5
It was pure chance that the meeting scheduled to take place in just a few short moments was taking place at all. One of his "informants" posted in Gotham had been witness -- via no small amount of luck and sheer "coincidence" -- to a strange act. Some sort of strange potengas, if the reports were correct. When used, it was reported as the victims suffering what appeared to be violent spasms and screaming, as if in the grip of a great fear, or other such mental torment.
His interest had been perked, but not necessarily warranting any real investigation. But he had, of course, ordered a sample of the gas recovered if possible. The sample that had been recovered was dilute, and almost unreconizable, but still sufficed to get the message across. The gas was a potent hallucinogen, capable of forcing anyone exposed to it to experience their deepest fears. Trying to synthesize the substance on his own had failed; the sample was simply too dilute and diffuse to work with.
So the next logical course was, of course, to go straight to the source. And a bit of digging revealed that source: a certain figure, known to frequent Gotham City, calling himself "Scarecrow". It had been easy enough to locate him and get a message to him with a proposition. Scarecrow would get access to a far more adequate, expansive lab for his "fear gas" work, and be provided the perfect channels to experiment with and test his gas on a much larger scale.
And now the meeting to discuss the exact arrangement of this little alliance was at hand. Slowly he paced up the staircase, headed toward the rooftop where the meeting was scheduled. The locale had been chosen on a whim, based on its sheer remoteness from both of the participants' usual "stomping grounds". Scarecrow was reported to rarely leave Gotham, according to his own sources, and Wesker himself....well, he was still reported dead in most circles.
With a simple shove, the door to the rooftop eased silently open, and Wesker strode forward into the open, allowing the door to swing shut behind him. Only the flapping of his trenchcoat in the wind heralded his presece until he announced himself.
"And you would be.....Scarecrow, I presume?" |
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Post by fearmasters on Jan 10, 2012 22:32:53 GMT -5
The sound of something flapping behind him alerted Crane to another man's presence. The super-villain turned around to see a tall, blond man in a black leather trenchcoat and black sunglasses standing there. Crane simply stood there for a moment analyzing what he could. The man seemed to be trying to go for a mysterious look, or he simply was mysterious and wasn't aware that he looked it. "...You'd be correct." Crane said, his voice cold and stoic. He doubted that the man only knew him as Scarecrow. It was likely just humoring him. "I can only assume you're "Doctor S"."
Scarecrow reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a vial of pure fear toxin. It was what he wanted, of course. Crane would only need assurance that he was going to get his laboratory and he would hand over his fear toxin. "This is what you want, is it not?" Crane said, holding up the vial of fear toxin. "I only need the resources and this can be yours."
{Gaaah... this is short :C}
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Post by Albert Wesker on Jan 10, 2012 23:03:16 GMT -5
"And you would likewise be correct."
When the good doctor Crane produced a vial of his fear gas, Wesker's expression remained impassive. Clearly the other man had no idea who he was dealing with, or he would have been far more careful about simply revealing what the entire point of this meeting was for. "Ah yes....the fear gas." Reaching inside his trench coat, Wesker pulled out a single, sealed envelope. "I believe this should cover my end of our little bargain. You'll find very....specific directions to a facility I've had set aside for some time, just in case of such an occasion as this."
With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the envelope to the other man. "You'll also find the location of your.....testing grounds quite nearby that facility." His arms slowly folded behind his back as he spoke. "Will that be satisfactory....Doctor Crane?" |
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Post by fearmasters on Feb 5, 2012 21:26:24 GMT -5
Watching as the man opposite to him pulled an envelope out of his coat, Crane began to wonder if he would truly benefit from this deal. This man was obviously not one he could place his trust in; not by a long shot. But still, having larger testing grounds would help his general operation. Underneath his mask, Crane scowled. His options were limited at best. It was either put some degree of trust in this man, which would probably not end well for him. However, it was the only one that was the least likely to get him immediately killed.
Catching the envelope, Crane tossed the Fear Gas to the other man. The deal had gone better than Crane had assumed it would. He'd expected it to be some other Gotham villain trying to set a trap for him or another simply gang leader giving false deals. Instead, this seemed quite legitimate. If it did turn out to be false... Crane would find some way to get revenge. He sincerely hoped that it was not fake... but the promise of good testing grounds and a good working area was simply too good now. "Yes... quite satisfactory." Crane replied, opening the envelope and looking inside. "I hope you find the toxin useful..."
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