My Heart is Filled with Villainy (reboot) [Bron & Crawl]
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				Title: <strong>My Heart is Filled with Villainy (reboot) [Bron &amp; Crawl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bron</strong> on <strong>11-01-2019, 01:00:04</strong>
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				“I prefer brunets.”<br><br>James Wellfleet III also known as “Trip” in very many and high society circles and in a few very secret circles as “Radiant” cursed as he paced around Dr. Crenshaw’s office. Radiant’s buttoned up alter ego held the rolled-up Wired Exclusive and read in an enraged tone as he stopped passed the 13th floor windows of the chic NY high-rise which held the upscale clinic Dr. Crenshaw ran for his kind.<br><br>“<em>I only date dudes</em>?! He comes out, his stock skyrockets. A fucking triple digit explosion.” Trip waved around the magazine article as if it had personally offended him and been written to spite him.<br><br>“People can have preferences, Trip,” Esme Crenshaw said patiently as she tapped her fancy fountain pen on the organized blotter of her desk. They didn’t do the whole lie on the couch and talk thing. Trip in his business persona was much too wound up to relax that way. They did their sessions like this. <br><br>The 6’4 blond striding back and forth in some horrendously expensive English bespoke suit. Looking too hot for life really. Like a model. What was it about superheroes? The addition of powers seemed to work against even genetic flaws. Perfect face, perfect mouth. Lovely eyes. Specifically, Radiant seemed made from an otherworldly mold. Or perhaps it was just the New York royalty from whom he was descended - presidential stock on his father’s and pure old money class on his mother’s. Particular, well-bred and to be truthful, so, so heteronormative. <br><br>And, unfortunately, deep in the closet.<br><br>“It has nothing to do with his damn preferences, Esme. If I did this, Wellfleet would be selling in the basement. Not getting talked up on Investopedia like FlynT’s CEO is the second coming in clean living and honest love. It’s like the rules of nature don’t fucking apply to Flynn Corcoran. Everything he does. Youngest Nobel winner – physics at eighteen. Fortune 500 in three years. Bootstrapped. Bootstrapped! No one bootstraps these days! Spurned six billion dollars of investor money. Wrinkled his freckly-assed nose up like was used toilet paper not a check with exponentially more zeros than most people will ever see in their lives.”<br><br>Trip turned on his perfectly shined Oxford heels and paced, smacking his palm with the magazine like he’d have preferred it to be Flynn’s face. Esme nodded and jotted with a flick of her wrist.<br><br>“Yes, Mr. Corcoran is very successful, but why is this really bothering you so much, Trip?” Esme asked. The answer was obvious to most but Superheroes like Radiant weren’t creatures of subtlety. Especially when it came to their own motivations.<br><br>“You know why.”<br><br>“This is a safe space, Trip. I want you to say it.”<br><br>“Esme.”<br><br>“Out loud to someone at least once.”<br><br>“I c – can’t.”<br><br>“Trip, it’s not a death sentence. It’s not even anything these days. I think if you could say it, the whole thing would be so much less huge in your mind.”<br><br>Trip stopped in the middle of the very expensive Aubusson carpet and stared at the stately black woman seated behind the desk. <br><br>Esmerelda Crenshaw had dark natural kinks with a dusting of grey at her temples. He could never tell if she wore makeup or was just naturally ageless in skin and eye. Likely the later. Her psychic powers were legendary in their circles and after she stopped active duty within the IOMAP roster it seemed natural that she took up a business that helped her kind and human kind in general. She was of an older generation, his father’s generation really. So maybe she understood why it was so hard for him to say it, even to himself sometimes.<br><br>“I… It pisses me off that Flynn Corcoran can tell the world with zero consequences, and I can’t even say it to myself that…”<br><br>Even now Trip hesitated in this private place, warded magically, and swept for technology before every session. Trip took a seat on the plush chair in front of Esme’s desk with a defeated sigh rubbing his hands through the short cropped blond curls.<br><br>“I’m gay.”<br><br><hr>Flynn Corcoran sat in the last row of chairs on the listening to Kehlani on his laptop. He’d been told once that he could be unapproachable. This mien didn’t seem to extend to the VIP at Momiji. He’d been approached twice at the bleeding edge bookstore -slash- art gallery- slash- roofbar. Had he not owned part of the bar and club he’d have left but for the place to be successful it required the kind of high-profile clientele he seemed to attract these days. Flynn wondered how attracted the old money set and the pop taste makers would be if they knew how when this place had just been his favorite bookstore hide away he’d spent many an hour crying in the stacks nursing his bruises from whatever punishment’s Trip though of that day.<br>&nbsp;<br>Punishments, it seemed, for just living.<br><br>Flynn snorted shaking his head as the waiter approached with another martini and suspicious flap of paper under one arm.<br><br>That damn Wired cover. <br><br>All part of his fucking publicist’s plan to make him a pop-icon god on top of being filthy stinking rich. All to cover up his less savory activities. Adulation to temper the IOMAP’s complaints and the many many lawsuits his lawyers spent his hard-earned money making sure never saw the light of day or line of newsprint. Lawyers, insurance, publicists, all to pursue his first simple love, science, pure investigational science. Creating a portable, unending source of power to run the world forever. To run the spaceship that would take him away from this damn planet. So he could finally draw a clean slow breath, by himself. <br><br>Flynn looked up at the expanse of black, starless due to the city’s lights and though soon soon soon. But now, Flynn smiled and took the drink then the magazine and scrawled his signature over the cover, answered a couple of cheeky questions about the interview that “outed him” and gently declined the waiter’s thinly veiled proposition. His publicist, a little spit fire known as Audax Chu, asked if he had someone special to make the jump with. It would have been easier. Temper the furor a bit. Flynn refused to drag anyone who hadn’t signed up for the mess into it, but the side eyes and the veiled comments were getting a bit overwhelming. Plus a whole host of choices had opened up for him now, it was possibly a good time to take someone up on the offer. <br><br>Work still ruled his world but work now included museum galas, building openings and business dinners. Someone that looked good in Savile Row finest. Flynn blinked and cursed. That’s twice Trip Wellfleet managed to make it to his forebrain. Twice in an hour. It was a bad day.<br><br>Flynn brought up the specs for his latest toy and smirked to himself in anticipation of the first prototypes due from the machine shop this week. Oh, the places we’ll go, my little friend. Flynn stroked the curve of the mech’s blast shielding lovingly and adjusted the power matrix in accordance with the latest test results. Fiddling with the mech occupied Flynn until his watch gave a gentle pulse, the buzz was specific. Energy changes proximal to a Magical, Altered or Powered being. Flynn looked up and around the softly lit bar and found him.<br><br>Milo Motega, recently employed by The Wellfleet Corporation. Sexy dark tousled curls, lickable caramel skin, drowning dark eyes. Willowy swimmer’s body. Everything hulking Radiant was not except in one thing. They were both do-gooding busybodies with a penchant for getting into Flynn’s way. Trip’s new Boy Friday and honestly the kind of person that checked all kinds of boxes for Flynn, not least among them was: <ul class="bbc_list"><li type="square"> make Trip insane, </li><li type="square"> harm Wellfleet in any way possible, </li><li type="square"> look great while doing it.</li></ul><br><br>Flynn got up, straightened the clingy grey sweater and dusted off the hunter green and gold pinstriped pants he slipped his feet back into a pair of well-worn oxfords and his drink. He approached Milo with a smile happy that the bit of stalking he’d been doing paid off.<br><br>“Is this your first time at Momiji, Milo? I’m used to seeing you at Bauman’s uptown.” Flynn referred to the used bookstore where he’d engineered their first couple of meetings. Flynn let his gaze warm and settle on Milo taking him in slowly. Stimulating was the word certainly, for the eye, conversationally. Quite stimulating.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Heart is Filled with Villany (reboot) [Bron &amp; Crawl]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crawl</strong> on <strong>11-01-2019, 01:20:41</strong>
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				He nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden greeting. He already felt out of place in the upscale bar. Milo was dressed in the plain sort of suit and oxford’s that plagued the white collar standard of dress. Yet under his blazer peaked one of those obnoxiously patterned shirts that can only be described as ‘quirky’. He adjusted the messenger Slung across his shoulders, seemingly still carrying his work with him.<br>&nbsp;The solace of thick volumes and strong spirits had drawn him forth after such a long day. It was unfortunate that the person greeting him was partially to blame for the days mishaps. Milo wasn’t sure if it was simply that Radiant was deeply competitive, or if the two had some history, but he knew for damn sure that Radiant hated Flynt co. Or more accurately anything Flynn breathed on. Which is what had made Milo particularly weary of bumping into Flynn and yet it just kept happening. Flynn really didn’t seem like such a bad guy. Actually he was kind of charming….and his smirk of a smile made Milo go slightly weak in the knees. They had run into each other the first time when Milo was exploring the city’s more niche bookstores. He mentioned it off hand to Trip afterward. What a mistake that had been. Radiant nearly made it sound like Flynn was the city’s leading mob boss or drug dealer out to convert milo into utter hedonism. By the end of the scolding milo was so demoralized he quietly striked Flynn’s name from his vocabulary.<br>So each time he met the CEO he began to feel more and more like he was betraying Tripp in some way.<br><br><br>He wondered vaguely what it must be like to be so open and free like Flynn, not knowing how wrong he was. <br><strong>“Yes actually,&nbsp; can’t believe it took so long honestly. I’ve been meaning to come by for a while. I would ask if you come here often...but… it is your bar...”</strong> He replied with a nervous smile. Milo couldn’t help noticing that here all eyes followed Flynn and by association himself as they talked.<strong> “ uh...should I bring up the elephant in the room or are you here to avoid it?”</strong> He remarked curious about the article but not willing to pry.<br>&nbsp;<br>Of the myriad of accumulating secrets his sexuality was near the bottom of the list. Compared to the possibility that he could go mad at any second or that he may have taken an oath to some sort of eldritch deity, it seemed fairly insignificant. Although he couldn’t deny that it felt like a sin how often his mind wandered when he got to see Radiant in that tight suit up close. No matter how much of a work-aholic he might be even he had cravings. <br><br>It was easy to see in Milo’s features just how rough a day it had been. He still wasn’t entirely settled in to his new job yet. He’d only lucked into it via the networking his former mentor had set up. It had caused some resentment among his co-workers. Many of which had attended ivy league schools and had much more experience. To those in the know he was ‘Silver Anchor’s nephew’, or lunaris, Radiant’s newest tag-along. The truth wasn’t quite so simple. It was true that if he weren’t&nbsp; the pupil of a well connected hero there was no way in hell that a kid like him with a degree in history and hardly any work experience would land a job at such a prestigious company. Let alone the chance to mentor under his idol. The constant stress of trying to prove himself came on both fronts.<br>He’d looked up to Radiant since he was teenager. He revered the man like a rock star. To be able to work under Radiant even if it was just cataloging, restoration and clerk work at a 9 to 5 was a dream come true.<br>As expected the reality was far from what his childish fantasies had come up with. For one even when he had the pleasure of assisting Radiant in the field their styles sometimes clashed. That and milo was still new to being a little hero in a huge city. The situations he faced with Radiant were very different from the lost children and purse snatchers back home.<br>Even his own powers were a constant source of turmoil.<br>&nbsp;He struggled between trying to build its strength within himself and keeping it’s infection at arms length. The confusion only compounded by being unable to ask advice of the one person he respected most. Trip didn’t know yet that Milo was no born meta. The only person who had known his secret, the person responsible for his questionable powers had now passed on. Of course being born powerless wasn’t the real reason he kept secrets. He had the distinct feeling that if word got out that he had inherited the powers of ‘Abyss’ one of the most prolific villains past, Trip wouldn’t treat him quite the same way. It had been decades since the Silver Anchor cast Abyss down and resealed the source of his power. Both men were now footnotes in in the margin of history now. <br>&nbsp;Leaving him alone to uncover the book’s mysteries himself.<br><br>Thus far he’d had enough control to both assist Radiant and not give away too many clues. Even so he’d never been a very good liar. The whole thing weighed on his shoulders heavier each time he donned the blue suit.<br>Maybe it was that kind of isolation that made him keep his little meetings with Flynn a secret. He had found some sense of camaraderie in Flynn's love of books. Flynn could discuss not only Milo's favorite's but also recommend titles Milo had never heard of. Not an easy feat considering Milo had spent a third of his life buried nose deep in a book.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Bron</strong> on <strong>13-01-2019, 15:20:36</strong>
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				Flynn rolled his eyes a little at the mention of his Wired cover. The interview itself had been pretty fun. They’d chosen a friend of his, Nakia Joseph to interview him. Mostly softball questions with a few tough business wingers that left him eyeing Nak and frowning. Still it was fun. She’d dared him to show his favorite dance moves, he got to explain his love of science, print media and trap. Then the tough questions about his love life or the nonexistence of such.&nbsp; He pushed a bit of air out of his mouth and smirked a little embarrassed for himself.<br><br><strong>“That was my publicist. I’d fire him, but he just made FlynT a whole bunch of money. So yeah… it was coming out anyway. We got in front of it.” </strong><br><br>Flynn spent a few minutes in silence, examining Milo. The guy was fine even with the exhaustion emanating from him. The tiredness just made Flynn want to share some of his own inexhaustible energy with Milo. That or get him an upper or something. Youngins shouldn’t look so down. <br><br>Flynn put the rest of the martini away then snagged two more from a passing waiter.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>“You look like you need this and a massage.”</strong> <br><br>Flynn handed off one of the martini glasses then turned towards the VIP where his stuff sat in the open. <br><br><strong>“Have a drink with me for a moment. Relax. I wanted to ask you something,”</strong> Flynn said over his shoulder, then sipped from the martini as he moved towards the plush leather couch tucked up behind a high planter and open to a jaw-dropping view of the city. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Crawl</strong> on <strong>14-01-2019, 04:38:01</strong>
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				Milo laughed easily at Flynn's embarrassment. It couldn't be easy being propelled to the lime light like that. Flynn had essentially become new york's most eligible gay bachelor. The laugh faded into awkwardness as he noticed Flynn looking him over in silence. He had become used to the intensely analytical gaze after their first few run in's but this seemed a little different. Not that he minded being the subject of Flynn's gaze, if anything he thought Flynn's eyes were his best feature. They were fox like with intelligence, Milo pity-ed anyone who met those eyes and thought to underestimate Flynn.<br>&nbsp;<br>Milo appreciatively took hold of the martini, a hand coming up to idly rub his neck. <strong>"Yeah, you're not wrong."</strong> He breathed with a sigh. It was strange he was the type to try and 'keep it together' in front of most others. With Flynn he didn't seem so worried about looking weak. It was only now that Flynn mentioned how tired he looked that he realized he'd been holding a fake smile or shelving his frustration damn near all day.<br><br>A thick eyebrow rose and a light drew back into his eyes. His curiosity was peaked by the idea of someone like Flynn could need anything from him. <strong>"Sure thing."</strong> He replied with an eager grin. The lithe man made long strides to the couch and settled into it with relish.&nbsp; Milo's eyes glanced at the killer veiw, so beautiful and different from home, then settled back on the man in question. <strong> "Alright, shoot. What could a rocket-man like yourself possibly want of a simple man like myself?"</strong> He asked with a mock bow.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Bron</strong> on <strong>15-01-2019, 14:46:20</strong>
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				Simple wasn’t the word Flynn would use. No one with the kind of power Milo put out could be considered simple. Radiant probably thought his protégé’s youth made him an easy creature to handle. More the fool Trip. But then Trip was a fool and an easy one to manipulate.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>“Well let’s talk about you for a moment. Is it anything I can help with? That asshat boss of your’s giving you shit?”</strong> <br><br>Flynn’s third mission in life after building his ships and making Flyn-Tech unstoppable was, of course, crushing Wellfleet and making life as miserable for Trip as he possibly could. From government contracts to swiping Wellfleet’s interns, as long as it didn’t harm himself whatever harm could be done to Wellfleet Flynn did.<br><br>Flynn leaned back against the couch knees apart and arms on the back of the couch. He continued to peruse Milo, noticing how he flushed and preened a bit under the attention. Flynn let his gaze rest on the curve of Milo's cheek, the plush mouth and dark sooty eyelashes and wondered about the body underneath all those prepster clothes. He leaned forward and tapped the back of the couch, fingers itching to touch the dark curls laying on the back of Milo’s neck. <br><br><strong>“The offer still stands, you know. Say yes and you could be working for me.”</strong><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Crawl</strong> on <strong>15-01-2019, 20:50:00</strong>
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				Milo smiled nervously and took a somewhat larger sip of his martini. He wasn't sure he'd ever heard someone call James wellfleet an asshat. At least not that openly. It made him a little uncomfortable but he knew nothing he could say was going to wave away whatever deep seeded feud the two had. He had almost asked Trip at one point, but if just mentioning the guy made him that mad, milo wasn't about to poke a hornets nest. Then again he knew that and here he was having a leisurely drink with said object of fury.<br><br>He shook his head <strong>"You know I can't do that. What do intern's even do at your company? feed you grapes while you dream up next month's big tech miracle?"</strong> Milo might have brushed Flynn off easily each time, but he was touched. It was tempting to think about what sorts of treasures a book lover with endless cash like him might have tucked away. Not that the wellfleet company didn't have an extensive and rich collection. A company so old money had the privilege of long time connections and reputation.<br><br>Milo grinned wearily <strong>"Getting a to work with such priceless pieces of history is more rewarding than I would have imagined....then again it's kinda like working with dynamite. One wrong move and I could destroy a manuscript worth more than my childhood home."</strong><br>He shrugged<strong> "I'll be alright once I get the hang of things..." </strong>or so he hoped. Milo felt a bit silly complaining about his tedious job in front of a self-made industry icon. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Bron</strong> on <strong>15-01-2019, 22:15:21</strong>
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				<strong>“Trip makes you feed him grapes? Seems like a waste of talent if you ask me. You, I think, would do well with our attaché group. FlynT works with a host of rare and ancient book dealers. Ostensibly cataloguing or purchasing rare finds but mostly we explore arcana. Spell books of known magic users. Witches and warlock paraphernalia. Sorcerers and wizards."</strong> Flynn sipped his martini.<br><strong><br>"We’ve got two on staff. One nightmare, ball-busting bitch and one old fart. Actual live wizards are so damn expensive but really it’s the only way to make sure the building remains standing half the time.” </strong><br><br>Magic seemed great when one had it but he'd seen more than one building exploded in the research of it. Flynn grimaced internally. He wasn’t sure why it was so easy to spill company secrets to someone who worked for his enemy. Milo was kind of easy to talk to … possibly part of his charm or the magical aura that surrounded him. Still his own protections would have alarmed had there been anything malignant cast on him. Still it was nothing outside of the usual company memos. Trying different methods to mechanize magic was a tried and true method used to innovate. They’d made more than a few billion dollars on the way to his interstellar vessels in this fashion. Meta physics on its good days was as endlessly fascinating as physics. Almost.<br><br><strong>“I’ll keep asking. No one as interesting as you should work for Trip Wellfleet. His nasty bro-germs are going to infect you.” </strong><br>Flynn tugged playfully at Milo’s collar. Exposing more of the wildly-patterned shirts. <br><br><strong>“If you stop wearing this glorious nonsense, I’ll take it as a cry for help.”</strong><br><br>Flynn licked his bottom lip, letting his thumb brush against Milo’s nape.<br><br><strong>“I wanted to ask… I’m working on an art installation with a friend. Kinbaku-bi. We need subjects and I thought you’d be perfect.&nbsp; It pays about 10k for two night’s work. Interested?”</strong><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Crawl</strong> on <strong>15-01-2019, 22:53:48</strong>
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				Milo grinned at Flynn twisting his words around and then broke into a cold sweat. Flynn really knew how to hold a temptation in front of his nose. That really did sound like a dream position. It also sounded a bit like a minefield. The more secretive duties he handled at wellfleet entailed researching and containing some artifacts that Radiant had obtained over the years. However they often had little relevance to his own research goals. Namely finding out how deep the rabbit hole went with this thing strapped to his side. <br>Then again maybe having it so close to other tomes might be a bad idea. From what research he’d manage to get ahold of it was a little different than a vast majority of spell books. It sometimes seemed to have a mind of it’s own. He still felt his skin crawl slightly when he remembered the first time he’d used its power. It had been as if something in the book had reached into his head and did the work for him. <br>He chewed his lip slightly clearly considering the option. In the end he knew he wouldn’t be able to take any position that Trip was against. Then man had already taught him so much as Radiant and forged so many opportunities for him. It felt like betrayal to turn around and eagerly jump into his biggest competitor. Not to mention it might take his position as sidekick off the table. <br>He was snapped out of his thoughts by the playful tug <strong>“Oh just you wait until you see my collection of eccentric mugs.” </strong><br>Milo would have been a lot more comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt but that certainly wasn’t in the dress code for a place like wellfleet. <br>A shiver ran down his spine at the ‘accidental’ touch and his brow furrowed at the question that finally appeared. He was starting to notice Flynn was a fairly flirtatious guy. Or maybe he was just imagining it. <br><strong>“Er, right kinbaku…” </strong>he flustered out as though he had any idea what that was. He was cursing himself for not studying more Japanese art now. Whether from Flynn’s proximity or from the embarrassment of seeming ignorant there was a definite red tinge to his cheeks. 10k was a lot of money for an art installation. Surely something like this would be fine though. Two-nights work was practically nothing, though the prospect of getting called out to his night job while Flynn was counting on him was worrying. <br><br><strong>“Well...what would the job entail? Is it one of those performance art type exhibits?”</strong> He curiosity clearly already luring him in. <br>
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