Now I Have You Where I Want You [Corinthi and Imogene]
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				Title: <strong>Now I Have You Where I Want You [Corinthi and Imogene]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>21-09-2008, 18:59:53</strong>
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				Tiberius kissed his wife on both cheeks before she skipped out the door to work. "Have a good day, sweetheart." He'd been in a fabulous mood for the past couple of days, a clear sign that he was soon to be up to mischief. As soon as he watched her car leave, he spun around to head to his secret lair. "So much to do, so little time."<br><br>+++++++++++++<br><br>Later that afternoon:<br><br>Doctor Devastation walked boldly into the First National Bank with a 1/2 dozen gaudily dressed and armed minions at his back. "Ladies and Gentlemen!" he called out, his voice booming and echoing in the marble clad lobby, "This is a robbery." He waved a hand and a pulse of force flew out from one of his many rings, zipped across the floor to the security guard trying to draw his weapon. The bolt hit the guard and flung him 20 feet through the air. He would have flown farther, had he not struck a wall with grunt, then slid bonelessly to the ground. "Would everyone do me a favor and get on the ground?"<br><br>The minions spread out, screaming for people to hit the ground as they fired short bursts from their tommy guns at the ceiling. Needless to say, the bank was in a panic, people screaming, women fainting, and tellers hiding behind their windows. The alarm had probably been tripped a half dozen times as the bad doctor walked up to one of the windows and peered at the trembling cashier, "Pardon me, Trish is it? I'd like to make a withdrawal."<br><br>Doctor Devastation was a tall, handsome man with strong, but cruel features, a mocking smile, and dark wavy hair he kept cut short. He was wearing a pair of strange looking goggles with red lenses that concealed his eyes, a stark white lab coat with a skull where the name badge would be, overtop a red set of doctor's scrubs. He wore a ring on all ten fingers, each reportedly with it's own destructive power, although those were only his primary gadgets. A crazed and nefarious inventor, he was always coming up with new devices to cause mayhem with... and constantly robbing banks to fund his research. The career of a criminal scientist is an expensive one.<br><br>Of course, so long as his nemesis didn't arrive, he would soon be well funded indeed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Now I Have You Where I Want You [Corinthi and Imogene]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>29-09-2008, 13:01:22</strong>
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				“Will the firedrill be today, Ms Jones?” <br><br>The two women walked through the large marble hallway to the arch that hosted the elevators. Natasha pressed the button for the sixty-seventh. “I haven't thought about it”, she replied sincerely. “It has to be a surprise, after all.” The doors slid shut with a hiss of compressed air as the elevator took them to the top floor where the management of Lambert Electronics was housed. “You’ll be the first to know, Lilac. You're manning the switch after all.” The pert brunette laughed and flexed her fingers. “I’m looking forward to it, Ms Jones. Alexander is getting fat, won't you agree?” Both laughed and Natasha shook her head at the thought of their financial genius Alexander McCarthy squeezing his three-hundred pound girth down the emergency chute.<br><br>“Miss Jones, at last! Come, the meeting is about to start.” Colin Lambert broke off his nervous pacing in her office to take his secretary by the arm and steer her to the large board room. “The screen is malfunctioning, the coffee hasn’t arrived and where are last meeting's minutes?” He panicked. <br><br>Natasha polished her glasses and checked the clock above her desk. “There is still time, Sir. If you will sit down I'll bring you the minutes.” Her boss was soon set up with the folder she'd plucked from his desk and he was reading through the notes hurried while she signaled the restaurant to bring Mr Lambert's coffee up. She looked over the malfunctioning screen and inserted the plug into the contact.<br><br>In the meantime guests were arriving and the meeting was off to a flying start. Colin Lambert was at his best, Natasha noticed from her position to the side where she was recording her impressions of the meeting in shorthand. It looked as if it would be another splendid, regular day.<br><br>And then the crystals buzzed. The bracelet around her left wrist was made entirely of crystals that sparkled white on any normal day. On the off days, however, they'd glow with a reddish hue and buzzed with energy as the tiny power cells sprang to life, alerted by key words spoken over the police radio: Code Red, their name for an emergency. The bracelet had been a gift from her husband and at first she had not trusted its usefulness. She'd double checked each call that had come in but as months passed the bracelet had never let her down. <br><br>Colin droning voice broke off when Natasha sprang to her feet and pressed the intercom button. "NOW! Lilac, do it now!” <br><br>"Miss Jones!” His protests were smothered by the screaming alarms warning all personnel to evacuate the building in a metallic, overly calm voice. Colin took charge and ushered his guests to the door.<br><br>Natasha did not wait. She was already running towards the emergency exit. Diving into the cute headfirst accelerated her descent and she spiraled down the slide with breakneck speed. Absently, Tasha removed her glasses and tucked them into her breast pocket as she sped down, one fist held firmly before her to steer and protect. She burst into the underground parking, spewn from the metal tunnel onto the concrete marked “No Parking”. Her lithe body contorted into a controlled roll and she leaped to her feet, scanning the sparsely lit area with an anxious gaze. Where had she parked the damn car?!<br><br>“There!” The locks signaled green as she pressed her palm against the scanner on the door. <br><br>Natasha turned the key into the ignition and as the engine hummed to life, so did a small TV-screen. It showed scenes of police surrounding the First National, the cops behind their cars with guns drawn and pointed at the entrance. Efficient, but useless… if the robber was who she'd suspected, they wouldn’t stand a chance. <br><br>Fortunately, help was on the way.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 03:06:03</strong>
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				A small red exclamation point began flashing in the upper right field of Doc Devastation’s head-up display. Admittedly, it was cheating, but he was a villain, such things were to be expected. “Boys. Company is on its way. Show her a warm welcome.” The minions, moving an a rather eerie sort of synchronicity, changed out the drums of their tommy guns for another drum, this one marked with a strip of red tape.<br><br>The bad Doctor found recruiting minions to be a terribly unseemly chore. Associating with miscreants distracted him from science, so he just grew his own in the lab. These particular minions were primarily made of a memory polymer with a sophisticated power and guidance system to give them mobility. Not terribly bright, but durable and loyal, and with guns that fired small plasma pulses, they could make an intrepid dogooder’s day rather interesting.<br><br>Half the minions stayed to hold the lobby while the other three took large russacks back to the vault, pushing the back manager ahead of them. <br><br>“Now… Trish was it?” The Doctor’s outline became blurry as he shifted a 1/2 step out of the third dimension and walked through her safety barricade. He phased back into normal space with a little bit of a shudder, then reached down to pick up the terrified girl by the forearm, “Now, don’t flatter yourself. I’m not looking for a hostage. I’d like you to escort me back to the safety deposit boxes. I need to pick a little something up.”<br><br>+++++++++++++<br><br>A few moments later, the Doctor was in an enormous room filled with safety deposit boxes. He sighed and reached under his goggles to rub the bridge of his nose, “Oh… this could take a moment.” He switched his vision over to xrays and began scanning the room, looking for his prize.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>01-10-2008, 12:14:52</strong>
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				“Computer: stealth code 554.” <br><br>The lights hummed dimly inside and the car windows flooded with a dark coating. Natasha already had raised her hands and frantically undid the buttons holding her crisp white shirt. She lost no time and worked both shirt and marine jacket over her shoulders in one series of shrugs and wriggles. Garments draped over her lap, she raised her hips and slid the pen skirt over her legs until it pooled around her ankles between the pedals. <br><br>“Drive. Location First National Bank.” The engine roared to life as the computer took over the controls. The pedals trashed the poor skirt, trampling the expensive fabric to rags without remorse. <br><br>She raised one slender leg, bracing a shapely calf over the steering wheel and positioned her boots. Wicked things, those. High heels and metal enforced red and gold leather that encased her legs to the thigh. Tasha exhaled in exasperation, blowing a stray blonde curl away from her forehead as she donned the second item, supple once more, of red and brown and gold, a pair of hotpants that covered the frill of her panties just barely. <br><br>Natasha gracefully bend forwards over the wheel, nimble fingers reached behind her and laced her corset in place. More sturdy than the rest of her outfit, with additional protection to the soft belly area, it was designed to wrap her delicious curves in a case of steel that rode all the way up to her breasts where it caught those sumptuous orbs in a vicious clawed grip of steel. <br><br>As the car sped through the streets with screeching tires, Natasha clasped protective bracers over her biceps, a startling contrast to the cream of her bare chest and shoulders. She fitted a metal choker around her throat and by the time she unclasped her braid and her blonde curls spilled in a wild tumble over her shoulders, the car dropped speed. Her gaze flashed towards the front window. In the distance were the orange lamps glowing from the police cars lined up before the hostage bank. There was still quite some distance between Tigresse and her mark, filled with cars jamming the traffic and people who’d left their vehicles mulling about in excitement<br><br><br>+++<br><br>No one had seen where’d she come from, but suddenly the name went from mouth to mouth: Tigresse! She was a blur of red and gold, leaping from one car top to the next in dazzling speed. Awe inspiring guns were strapped to her forearms, and the people stared wide-eyed after the whirlwind racing for the bank. <br><br>Tigresse leaped from the roof of a police car to the entrance of the First National and aimed the gun on her right arm. She turned a switch and pulled the trigger. The glass entrance pulverized in a sigh of broken glass that crackled under her boots.<br><br>She adjusted the switch again and walked in, calmly firing a blast of highly compressed air in a semicircle before her, clearing her path from those who’d dare stand in her way. “Party’s over, boys.” She purred dangerously.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 04:54:33</strong>
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				The three minions took a moment to exchange looks before cocking their tommy guns and launched a flurry of plasma bolts at Tigresse. They moved in a strange synchronicity, spreading out in such a way as to both cover each others fields of fire while making it difficult for her to pin down multiple at a time. It would seem the good doctor had done some good work upgrading the AIs on his minions. But far more fun were the *pew, pew, pew!* noises the tommy guns made as they sprayed their plasma bolts at her. Honestly, a stream of high intensity plasma sounds /nothing/ like *pew, pew, pew!*&nbsp; However, the doctor was a classic sort of villain, and liked his ray guns to reflect those sensibilities.<br><br>++++++<br><br>Inside the vault, his minions set a few fuel air charges before running back out with large satchels filled with money over their shoulders. They pushed the vault door closed and hung up a small sign that read, 'Danger! Do Not Open! Explosives Within.' Tasks completed, they headed not the lobby where the battle was, but back toward the safety deposit boxed to defend the Doctor.<br><br>++++++<br><br>"Trish, don't be alarmed, but I'm beginning to get frustrated with this. I thought it'd be easier to find what I was looking for, but this is infuriating." Doctor Devastation rubbed his chin as he continued looking about, tapping his foot impatiently as the *pew pew pews!*'s rang out from the lobby.<br><br>"Oh... oh please God, I'm begging you. Just please don't kill me. Please." Trish began to blubber and beg.<br><br>"Shush!" The Doctor held out a hand over Trish's forehead, firing off a carefully calibrated ultrasonic pulse. The teller's eyes rolled back up into her head and she collapsed to the floor. "I'm trying to think."<br><br>"Ooo..." He beamed a bright smile down to the unconscious teller. "I think I've found it."
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				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 23:03:21</strong>
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				Tigresse dove under the first barrage of plasma rays and tackled one just as he raised his tommy gun for another blast. A solid punch launched at the evildoer’s throat sent him spinning and she jumped up and forward towards her next target, avoiding the shots the minions sprayed towards her. She kicked the second in mid-flight and landed, face turned towards the third. “Where is he?” <br><br>She shook her mass of blonde curls over her shoulder and raised a hand to ward off the next attack. Flabbergasted, the drones complied, and Tigresse stretched. Slender arms poised over her head, fingers locked and pressed outward. Her spine popped and she smiled widely at the remaining boys. “Alright.” She beamed, beckoning one with a crooked finger. Their expressions changed. As one, their facades mirrored that Oh-no moment and the guns came up, index fingers twitched and a fresh assault of plasma rays where fired. <br><br>To the spot Tigresse had stood only moments ago. <br><br>She landed from her somersault behind one of the villains and chopped her arm down his neck. He went down without as much as a whisper and she threw herself at the first of the remaining two. They had turned to her, melting the floor beneath her feet as she tackled one of them, using him as a shield as she catapulted into the second. She knocked the breath out of both with a solid whoosh as they collided. Her fist connecting to the second one’s jaw sealed the deal.<br><br>The bank personnel and clients still cowered upon the floor, scared eyes peering towards the battle. Some shouts of hope and encouragement had emerged from nameless voices, but she paid them no heed as she walked down the aisle Dr Devastation had cut in his progress to the vault, guns at the ready. “Come out, come out wherever you are.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 19:34:21</strong>
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				A wave of his hand ripped the door from the safety deposit box, the sound of shredding steel filling the room. Dr. Devastation walked forward and retrieved the box from within and carried it to a nearby table. Unlike a standard safety deposit box, this steel box had a biometric lock on the top, an added layer of security for whatever lay within. On rare occasions, the doctor would use a bit of subtlety and this was one of those times. Rather than destroy the container and risk damaging the valuable goods within, he pulled a small device from one of his many pockets and sat it atop the lock. After a few seconds, the box clicked and hissed open, sounding rather like a vacuum seal had been broken.<br><br>The doctor's face was illuminated by a golden glow as he peeked inside of the box, a smile blossoming over his narrow features before he burst out laughing maniacally, his guffaw bouncing off the steel walls nicely. The echoes made it feel like more people were laughing. It was really quite satisfactory.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Come out, come out wherever you are.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>As if on queue, the bad doctor walked out from the back of the bank, holding a small, unmarked, steel box under one arm. He was smiling broadly and flanked by his remaining three mooks. "Tigresse, honestly, we need to stop meeting this way. I'm beginning to think I have a stalker. Not that I don't appreciate the adoration of a beautiful woman, but I'm a bit busy here." He turned to his mooks and waved his hand in a broad arc toward her, "Get her!"<br><br>Addressing the mooks was more a feint or a bluff, trying to cover for his main attack. You see, as he waved his hand toward her, he grabbed the entire information kiosk with his telekinesis and flung it at the vivacious vixen.
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				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 14:38:40</strong>
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				“Devastation”, Tigresse hissed, hands and guns cocked on her hip. “This really won’t do. Scaring honest citizens, and what do I see there?” Blue eyes narrowed behind the predator’s mask. “I bet that box doesn’t belong to you, now does it. Hmm?”<br><br>She reacted with supernatural speed, firing at the first rook as the minion rushed her. The compressed air send him flying, spinning and spinning until a solid white painted wall ended his journey. Slowly, his unconscious form slid to the floor, his chin upon his chest. Over his head, the exchange rate board quivered with the blow, magnetic numbers dislodged and rained down like confetti. <br><br>Long before Devastation’s minion reached the ground, Tigresse had spun to face the other two. Blonde curls whipped about her face and she was more than ready to handle the doctor’s last two assistants before dealing with the man himself. Had they been more than a distraction, she would have succeeded. But they weren’t and she had only a split second warning when a large shadow darkened her fair shape before the Information kiosk crashed down upon the blonde crime fighter.<br><br>She went down in an explosion of dust and splinters. The red and gold of her costume consumed by a mass of cracked wood and crumpled steel. Only one high heeled boot was partly visible under the mess - unmoving and flecked with dust. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 17:00:07</strong>
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				Inwardly, Doctor Devastation winced. He'd honestly expected her to zig instead of zag. He obsessively watched videos of her in action, for both research and recreation, and had calculated an 83.76% chance she'd have gone for the minion with a melee attack rather than her air cannons. There was, of course, a chance that she was merely playing possum, but with the kinetic energy involved in that crash, he didn't think so.<br><br>Still, appearances are important, so the Doctor threw back his head and released a mad, ringing, peal of laughter toward the ceiling where it echoed about, filling every inch of the bank. "Foolish heroine. You should know by now that no one can stand in the way of Science!" He turned toward his minions. "Dig her out and remove her weapons. I was wondering who'd we'd use as a hostage, and she'll do nicely. I doubt the police would risk hurting this city's precious, pretty, little, blond heroine."<br><br>The minions moved forward and began digging Tigresse out of the rubble, being none too gentle about it. Of course, she could take a bit of rough handling easier than her earlier blow. The Doctor watched, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for&nbsp; enough rubble to be cleared away for his goggles to be able to make out her vital signs.
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				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 19:15:55</strong>
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				The minions obeyed quickly, tearing at the rubble with understandable haste: the mad doctor was not known for patience. Or consistency for that matter. None of the hard working drones posssessed the mental capacity to predict Devastation's next move. Fortunately, they were not expected to think, created only to obey. And in this, they excelled. Working in tandem, they soon managed to free the blonde from her precarious position. <br><br>Already her body was recovering from the crash: black-blue bruises faded, leaving the skin flawless. A broken collarbone mended within minutes, bones and tissue regenerating during the woman’s unconscious state. Her heartbeat steadied, and the warmth caused by her system’s frenzied regeneration was cooling down. Her chin dropped to her chest and a tumble of blonde curls fell forward as the minions hauled the heroine to her feet. Behind the mask, her eye lashes trembled and it wouldn’t be long before she would awaken. <br>
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