Gathering Corpses and Dust (Evil People Only)

[Felix Falora]

(Evil people only, no fighting.)

"This power... so useful... and yet it requires me to come here every day to collect useful corpses and dust potent enough to use it." Lynda grumbled this as she dug through the dirt, hoping to strike a coffin soon. "Finally! An honest to God coffin. Let's see if this sucker is full." She began to drag the coffin out, or at least tried to, and, with much struggle, she eventually get it out and opened it. The body inside made her nearly wretch, but she then sighed with relief. "Still potent. Good." She closed the coffin. "I can make a wight out of this one... now..." She began to dust the tomb off and made sure to catch each speck of dust in a jar. "This'll be good for zombies later... Urk! I wish I had some company or something."

[Sweet_Chef (Ani)]

"Hmph.... I can't believe I have to resort to this. Looting graves.... But I really need some corpses for my experiments, and some spare cash is never a bad thing.... I bet there's some kick ass artifacts here from other dimensions," Mary muttered to herself as she braked her hover-scooter, one of her older inventions. It was all steel with chrome finish, painted in red and black with a large trunk in the back for cargo. Yanking her night vision goggles up on top of her head, she took in her surroundings before giving a nod and cutting the engine. Slipping off the vehicle, Mary wasted no time in going to the trunk and popping it open.

"Let's see now. Metal detector, check. Shovel, check. Burlap sack, check. All right, let's go graverobbing," she growled through a toothy grin. Tossing the sack over her shoulder, she grabbed a tool in each hand and closed the trunk with her elbow. With a harsh nod of her head, the nightvision goggles slid back over Mary's eyes and she started off into the graveyard. She could see clear as day, and slowly moved the metal detector back and forth over the ground. As she walked, she absent-mindedly hummed the funeral tune to herself, the shovel resting easily on her shoulder.

[Felix Falora]

Lynda grumbled as the wind chilled her face. "Damnit. It's so cold out here. Sleep in cemetaries my ass, Tony. I'd never be caught dead in one of these places... ok, maybe I will, come to think of it, but never alive and sleeping at night, when the wind is blowing chilly on your skin and freezing you alive." She groaned and began to dig again. "If I didn't need these corpses and this dust for my army and my plan to succeed, I wouldn't even bother with it. I'd just go on my merry way and... oh son of a bitch, competition."

Lynda groaned as she saw the other girl with her equipment, running around with a metal detector. "Even if you're only looking for treasures... I need the corpses and dust here," Lynda muttered to herself, then began walking over towards the girl. "Hey! What are you doing here?! What's with the fancy equipment? You a graverobber or something?"

[Sweet_Chef (Ani)]

Mary, though she barely had anything on, didn't even acknowledge the chill. With her deathly pale skin, she could be mistaken for one of the corpses easily. But that's what happened when you worked in a chilly laboratory most of your life, which she had. Mary paused as the metal detector gave off a satisfying beep, moving it back and forth along the surrounding ground. However, before she could pinpoint the exact area the hidden object may have resided in, someone called out to her.

Growling under her breath in annoyance, she set down the metal detector and looked up to see who else could possibly be in a graveyard at this time of night. Only able to see a very bright green blur, Mary's eye twitched and she placed the goggles up atop her head once more. The sheer amount of white the girl was wearing was enough to make her gag, a fact she didn't bother to hide at all. Sighing heavily and sensing this could turn into a long-winded conversation, she dropped the shovel and sack down beside the metal detector.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm looting graves. What I've got on me is standard equipment for doing just that.... if not a little outdated. But I'm still working on the plans for my Detecto-Digger, so they'll have to do. Better than guessing and using my hands, obviously. Now it's my turn. What's someone like you doing here? And really, there's hundreds of colors. You have so much white on that you're actually managing to make me look dark-skinned, for death's sake."

[Felix Falora]

Lynda's pale skin glimmered in the moonlight as she listened to the graverobber confess herself. Great... to have to deal with graverobbers at such a time. These corpses are crucial to my plan, I cannot let even one go to waste. She heard the first question and sighed, opening her mouth to answer when her fashion sense was undoubtedly attacked. With a vein of annoyance on her head, she clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and managed to say, "I like the color white!"

Releasing a great exhale, she goes on to say, "It also tricks people into thinking I'm a kind-hearted person. People actually judge you by what you wear and, if you wear dark colors, they actually assume you're a bad person. Wear bright colors and they assume you're a good person. So what better way to trick those fools into thinking I'm a kind-hearted soul then by wearing white? It's also a great irony because I control black magics, but I choose to wear white... it's a personal love."

"As for why I'm here, I'm gathering corpses and graveyard dust," Lynda said. "I can turn the dust into creatures such as skeletons and zombies, weak little things easy to control, but I need actual corpses to create my elite soldiers. Once I have an army, I'll have just what I need to take this island over." She sighs and says, "But digging's a real pain. My magic's nearly limitless, but it seems, in exchange for that, that my stamina is really, REALLY crappy... and thus I always seem to only get three corpses each day. This'll make twelve. They just dump corpses here by the truckload due to how many people die in this chaotic place.

[Sweet_Chef (Ani)]

"I can see that," Mary had snapped back when the girl claimed to enjoy the color she loathed. As soon as she started speaking again, she knew she'd guessed right, and plopped down onto a nearby headstone with a sigh. She half-listened as she yanked a pack of cigarettes out of a pocket in her cargo pants, popping one into her mouth and then replacing it with a box of matches. Lighting the cigarette with one, Mary slipped the box back into her pocket and took a long drag on the cancer stick. Blowing out the smoke in one smooth stream, she tossed the still-burning match into a clump of nightshade beside the tombstone.

As the plants crackled and died, engulfed by the low flames, she took one more pull of her cigarette before finally speaking. "I don't need tricks like that. Only people who can't take care of themselves need to resort to that level of trickery. Of course, I'm underhanded myself, but in more..... lucrative ways. Manipulation, plotting, trickery; all are damn fun and part of the reason I am the way I am. But really, what's more fun than throwing your villainy out there for the world to see? Shows you're not a fucking coward. I don't gain the trust of the good guys; I just crush them. Spin the web too large and it won't catch anything but bigger problems."

Pausing, Mary breathed in some more nicotine before speaking again. "So then you're a necromancer? All right, I get that. But you know, if digging's really that much of a pain, you could hire someone to do it for you. Or are you broke? It wouldn't surprise me. I could afford to hire someone, but I enjoy looting in general and I'm pretty picky on what I'll take. Never dealt with minions much myself. I prefer using my inventions to wreak havoc rather than raising an army to take over the world. Where's the fun after that? Evil's only fun when there's someone around trying to stop you."

[Felix Falora]

Lynda facepalmed at what Mary was saying. Throw yourself out for the crowd to see? Was she really a villain or just some psychotic nitwit? "As things stand, I'm not endurable enough to throw myself out for the world to see. A little hero with enough strength could topple me over. I have amazing magic, sure, but the magic seems to have sapped me of my strength. I could very well as easily be pushed over by a toddler knowing my luck. That's why I need minions and the like, I'm a strategist, not a fighter!"

Listening to Mary talk about what she could do about her digging, she facepalmed again and said, hand still on her face, "I am broke. If I could hire people to dig for me, I wouldn't be out here digging. And I can't make minions to dig for me because, even if I have a lot of magic, I'm trying to save it for when I'm ready to attack the world. Who said I'd kill the heroes? Take over the world and they continue to try and attack you, thus the fun never ends. But some threats must always be removed as, if you let heroes grow too powerful, they eventually DO defeat you. And it always seems to happen, evil ALWAYS seems to fail for some reason."

[Sweet_Chef (Ani)]

Oh, Mary was a villain, all right; but she was also psychotic, and wouldn't hide that fact. She was a Luketic, after all, and anyone who knew any of her siblings would instantly realize as much. They were all insane or fucked up in their own special way, even her twin, and she was no exception herself. "Well then I hope you haven't been a villain for very long. Otherwise, you obviously suck at it. It took me, I'd say, a year before I was able to come out of hiding? I haven't faced much opposition here, but back home, I faced some of the highest levels of law in my dimension. Heh, I even remember this one time, some 'Galactic Defender' morons came when I threatened to destroy the moon. Best opponents I ever fought."

Smirking at the memory, she finished off her cigarette and then smashed it into the headstone, dropping the butt without a care. "You can be a strategist and a fighter. But I suppose if your gift drains your strength and you don't have the intelligence to utilize technology and remedy the problem, you're out of luck. As for being broke, you only have yourself to blame there. Money is necessary for everyone, even the bad guys. If you're too unskilled to get it yourself, have your minions do it. Sure, I get not wanting to waste your energy and magic, but doing things this way? You'll be old and gray by the time you reach your goal."

Humming slightly and hopping back to her feet, she snatched up the metal detector and moved it around, listening to the beeps. "Being an overlord means having subordinates. Subordinates are just another weakness heroes can exploit. Plus, there's the people to worry about. I don't know about you, but I'd hate to face a revolution or deal with rebels. No, I think I'll stick to what I've been doing from the beginning. Wreaking mass havoc, chaos, and mayhem, being a sadist, and enjoying every second of it."

[pieandchips]

"Some people actually can do both, like the weird girl said, but it's extremely difficult. I can manage both." said a British cat in a fancy double-breasted suit who was smoking a cigar. "So," Leonard said, "how many people have each of you killed?"

He tossed away his cigar and stepped on it to put it out before lighting another one with the end of his beam saber. "Y'know, I haven't been a villain for very long, only about 4 years, but I still know a thing or two."

[Felix Falora]

Lynda groans. Everyone has their own way of doing things, I guess, but she'll probably be a nuisance... I could try to get rid of her now, but as things are, she'll kill me. Besides that, she does make a good point. I'm fine in strategy, but she's right when she says I'm not overtly intelligent. Guess that's what I get for being schooled in Louisiana and coming here before finishing up, but what was I gonna learn there anyway? Well I guess I'll get my stronger minions to obtain some monetary value while my weaker minions serve as a distraction. That'll cause quite a bit of chaos, the living dead wandering about and killing innocents, and I'll be able to get the money I need... ... ... I should've been able to think of this before.

"Don't worry, I only woke to these powers recently, a month ago or so. I don't have the experience you... or the new talking cat has. I managed to slaughter everyone in my old town, but that's about it... Maybe they're still slaughtering others around Louisiana, though, seeing as the murder rates there are so high they'll just think its a bunch of thugs... unless someone gets a photo of it... but what're the odds?" She shrugged and pulled out another coffin. "Either way... I'm still pretty new to this. Someone else is supposed to teach me how to harnass my powers in a better fashion."

[Sweet_Chef (Ani)]

"Thank you~" Mary quipped in response to the "weird" comment sent her way by the newcomer, his appearance not even startling her after some of the stuff she'd seen on this island. Actually, she'd brought stranger things to life in her laboratory- some of which were still running around, come to think of it. Not even sparing him a second glance, she set the metal detector aside when it located the treasure beneath the surface and snatched up her shovel. "Eh, how many? That's tough. I don't really keep track. But seeing as I've been doing this for, oh, two years- most of that time in my own dimension- I'd say the population of at least a decent-sized state. Things are a bit tougher here, I'll admit, but nothing I can't handle."

Most of Mary's attention was focused on digging, the goggles securely over her eyes as both they and her ears remained on high alert for any sign of the object her metal detector had picked up. "Slaughter is always fun. So you came from Earth too? Interesting. Even American. I was raised in Ohio myself, not that it matters much." Pausing in her digging to poke around the interior of the hole with her shovel, she shook her head slightly but gave a harsh laugh at the girl's words. "A teacher, huh? Well, I'd offer my services, but there's only one person I want to mold with evil. And you're not her, thank God. First thing on the schedule would be a serious change in wardrobe."

[pieandchips]

"I myself am not from Earth. I come from a planet many light-years from there in the Lylat System. Anyway, slaughter is definitely very fun, I must agree with you on that. I'd have to say I have slaughtered nowhere near as much as you, though. Only in the thousands or so. Good for you, then." Leonard explained. He took another drag from his cigar and spoke again.

"So, why are you digging anyway? Seems rather odd for this time of night. Graverobbers usually come out from about 2:00-3:00."