Hmm, well, I think I can make this work as a continuation from earlier in the week, so...
Loot The interviews had concluded, at least for now, and the tall, saturnine man who'd been conducting them and who had hired her, rubbed his eyes. A shower of fine powder fell to the table and Isobel wondered again how much makeup the man was wearing and what he was trying to conceal. She'd been considering for a while which of the supervillains he might be -- based on his interviews he couldn't be a superhero, or if he was he'd just wasted the best opportunity every to thin the ranks of his enemies -- and she had started considering that he might be the Kalahari Kalamari, known better as 'Ugh, yukky tentacles!' or just Ugh. Of course, the makeup would conceal the pasty, nearly translucent skin but there was the question of where he (or she) was hiding the tentacles, and Isobel found herself reluctant to speculate too far. "Isobel," said her employer, looking up. His eyes were watering and she found herself thinking that the air conditioning in here did dry things out. Perhaps that was an issue for him? "We have leads, but... no Sylvestra. I know she must be out there, waiting for her chance. But still. Let's go see what loot this place still holds." Isobel nodded, stretched like a cat, and stood up. "Where is this place?" she asked, remembering that it was somewhere dangerous, but still not able to remember where. "Inside a sphere of Annihilation," said the man immediately. "It was Dr. Septopus's idea, as were most things. He wanted to put it somewhere where even attacking it would cost the lives of the superheroes." "Did it work?" "None of them were ever dumb enough to try attacking it," said the man casually. A door slid open as he played with the control panel in the door frame. "Don't try using this door yourself, it's booby-trapped." "You could just tell me the passcode," said Isobel, who was fairly certain she'd memorised what the man had done. "No." They walked along a curving corridor with windows out onto unutterable blackness and Isobel wondered if was black because the light that passed out of the windows was being annihilated. "There's a treasury, of sorts," said the man as they reached another door. This time a green light scanned him from head to toe and after a moment the door beeped, and opened. "But at least half of its contents are technically alive, so might not count as loot."
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Hmm, well, I think I can make this work as a continuation from earlier in the week, so...
Loot
The interviews had concluded, at least for now, and the tall, saturnine man who'd been conducting them and who had hired her, rubbed his eyes. A shower of fine powder fell to the table and Isobel wondered again how much makeup the man was wearing and what he was trying to conceal. She'd been considering for a while which of the supervillains he might be -- based on his interviews he couldn't be a superhero, or if he was he'd just wasted the best opportunity every to thin the ranks of his enemies -- and she had started considering that he might be the Kalahari Kalamari, known better as 'Ugh, yukky tentacles!' or just Ugh. Of course, the makeup would conceal the pasty, nearly translucent skin but there was the question of where he (or she) was hiding the tentacles, and Isobel found herself reluctant to speculate too far.
"Isobel," said her employer, looking up. His eyes were watering and she found herself thinking that the air conditioning in here did dry things out. Perhaps that was an issue for him? "We have leads, but... no Sylvestra. I know she must be out there, waiting for her chance. But still. Let's go see what loot this place still holds."
Isobel nodded, stretched like a cat, and stood up. "Where is this place?" she asked, remembering that it was somewhere dangerous, but still not able to remember where.
"Inside a sphere of Annihilation," said the man immediately. "It was Dr. Septopus's idea, as were most things. He wanted to put it somewhere where even attacking it would cost the lives of the superheroes."
"Did it work?"
"None of them were ever dumb enough to try attacking it," said the man casually. A door slid open as he played with the control panel in the door frame. "Don't try using this door yourself, it's booby-trapped."
"You could just tell me the passcode," said Isobel, who was fairly certain she'd memorised what the man had done.
"No."
They walked along a curving corridor with windows out onto unutterable blackness and Isobel wondered if was black because the light that passed out of the windows was being annihilated.
"There's a treasury, of sorts," said the man as they reached another door. This time a green light scanned him from head to toe and after a moment the door beeped, and opened. "But at least half of its contents are technically alive, so might not count as loot."
Greg - hah, yes, you definitely made it work. Intriguing and enjoyable thus far, and hoping for more, obviously.
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