Since Rasputin is definitely dead (this time) I'm assuming that this the code-name of the guy you've been asked to assassinate. I'm looking forward to seeing the news stories on prominent Russians then....
Rasputin "Toys," said Viri, clearly not picking up on Isabella's tone. "There were so many toys in this place, it was like a playground. There won't be many in this particular room though, this was just the meeting room. Dr. Septopus had a few cute little secrets though." Isabella considered, again, the signs of energy-weapon damage on the doors and moved away from them. Looking around the room she realised she had no idea where a probably-paranoid evil villainous mastermind would consider sensible targets for weapons: the doors were clearly targets in case someone tried to escape, so the seats around the table probably were too... a thought crossed her mind, and she sat down at the head of the table. "WEAPONS!" said Viri loudly, and there was a clunking noise and then panels in the ceiling opened and lowered bulbous gun turrets. They swivelled, as though looking for something, and then all focused on Viri. Isabella was very relieved to see that she'd guessed right: none of them were pointing at her. "DRINKS," she said, experimentally. Nothing happened. "DRINKS," said Viri, and the tabletop glowed. Isabella jerked her hands off it, pushing herself back into her seat which was fixed to the ground somehow and didn't move. The glasses sank into the glow and disappeared, and a moment later a new glass appeared in front of her. It contained a reddish-amber liquid. "How come it works for you?" said Isabella. "Were the Council of Nastiness all men?" "No," said Viri. He was still looking at the gun turrets with something like awe in his eyes. "No, Sylvestra was definitely not a man. I'm not sure what she was really, there was a lot of shadow in there. And probably some tree as well. Maybe she was a Dark Dryad. She didn't like people speculating either. And they did let Rasputin join for a while, and Bad Kitty. She was probably more cat than is good for a person." Isabella's mind was working furiously. She picked up the glass and sniffed it cautiously while she thought: it smelled like almonds. "Rasputin?" she said. "The Mad Monk?" "The one and only," said Viri, and he sounded happy. "He's the only guy to have got through the security that Apple put up on their headquarters. He was shot over two-hundred times by their iSecurity team! The CCTV camera footage shows him healing and popping the bullets out for over five minutes as he's using the lifts to get to the vaults. The poison gas doesn't stop him, even though he's choking and crying, and then Captain Corporate-america hits him with the Taxcode and he staggers, but he's still standing. You can see the look of shock on Cap's face as Rasputin puts his hands together and prays the damage away. The guy was more hero than villain." "You seem to be awfully well informed," said Isabella. She set the glass down again, thoughtfully. "My research didn't find out anywhere near as much."
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Since Rasputin is definitely dead (this time) I'm assuming that this the code-name of the guy you've been asked to assassinate. I'm looking forward to seeing the news stories on prominent Russians then....
Rasputin
"Toys," said Viri, clearly not picking up on Isabella's tone. "There were so many toys in this place, it was like a playground. There won't be many in this particular room though, this was just the meeting room. Dr. Septopus had a few cute little secrets though."
Isabella considered, again, the signs of energy-weapon damage on the doors and moved away from them. Looking around the room she realised she had no idea where a probably-paranoid evil villainous mastermind would consider sensible targets for weapons: the doors were clearly targets in case someone tried to escape, so the seats around the table probably were too... a thought crossed her mind, and she sat down at the head of the table.
"WEAPONS!" said Viri loudly, and there was a clunking noise and then panels in the ceiling opened and lowered bulbous gun turrets. They swivelled, as though looking for something, and then all focused on Viri. Isabella was very relieved to see that she'd guessed right: none of them were pointing at her.
"DRINKS," she said, experimentally. Nothing happened.
"DRINKS," said Viri, and the tabletop glowed. Isabella jerked her hands off it, pushing herself back into her seat which was fixed to the ground somehow and didn't move. The glasses sank into the glow and disappeared, and a moment later a new glass appeared in front of her. It contained a reddish-amber liquid.
"How come it works for you?" said Isabella. "Were the Council of Nastiness all men?"
"No," said Viri. He was still looking at the gun turrets with something like awe in his eyes. "No, Sylvestra was definitely not a man. I'm not sure what she was really, there was a lot of shadow in there. And probably some tree as well. Maybe she was a Dark Dryad. She didn't like people speculating either. And they did let Rasputin join for a while, and Bad Kitty. She was probably more cat than is good for a person."
Isabella's mind was working furiously. She picked up the glass and sniffed it cautiously while she thought: it smelled like almonds.
"Rasputin?" she said. "The Mad Monk?"
"The one and only," said Viri, and he sounded happy. "He's the only guy to have got through the security that Apple put up on their headquarters. He was shot over two-hundred times by their iSecurity team! The CCTV camera footage shows him healing and popping the bullets out for over five minutes as he's using the lifts to get to the vaults. The poison gas doesn't stop him, even though he's choking and crying, and then Captain Corporate-america hits him with the Taxcode and he staggers, but he's still standing. You can see the look of shock on Cap's face as Rasputin puts his hands together and prays the damage away. The guy was more hero than villain."
"You seem to be awfully well informed," said Isabella. She set the glass down again, thoughtfully. "My research didn't find out anywhere near as much."
Greg - only if the reports talk about multiple deaths for the same Russian...
Awfully well informed, indeed. I look forward to the reveal that I'm... fairly... certain is coming :)
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