iC (Alecto Kava)
So it turned out preparing for the Hellfire Gala hadn't been as hard as he thought. He'd found the Nevada Syndicate suit easy enough, lodge somewhere in the back of the closet he'd stuffed with suits from his "all business" phase (it'd been...short lived to say the least). Then it had just been a matter of calling up some of the boys at the agency for tips on what drinks to avoid, who was who and the floorplan. Easy enough to do, considering how well he paid.
Evidently the Hellfire Club had a thing for twins and bars manned by them. And water slides.
And these were some of the richest people in the world. He didn't know if that made him want to laugh or cry. It was like giving a bunch of kids a million bucks and letting them run wild in a candy store. Still. This was a big opportunity, the fact his possible employers were of questionable sanity and maturity was irrelevant next to the possible paycheck.
He'd river dance down Wallstreet in gold pants for enough money.
But that was all besides the point. Research was done. Wardrobe selected. Dishes meticulously not cleaned. Which meant all Alecto had to do was sprawl out on the couch and look at the assorted old-as-###### junk he'd dug out of his closet wrestling up that syndicate suit. Currently this mean boggling at how much of an idiot he was as a kid-as evidenced by a picture of the family vacation to Paris.
Standing on top of the ###### Effiel Tower, stupidass smile on his face, somehow forgetting the black eye he'd gotten a week earlier in school, hanging off the ground, suspended in the middle of his parents by their combined effort like something out of the corniest hallmark commercial ever.
And his eyes. He swore to god there were little smiles in them. Yeah. World hadn't quite beat reality into him yet. Like that kid he'd treated awhile back. Dallas. He'd had those dumb ###### puppy dog eyes too. Like he was just waiting for the world to kick him. And it probably was right about now. He'd gone back to the X-Men and they'd probably done something incredibly stupid like tried to leap into his arms....and this time everyone's favorite merc wasn't gonna be around to fix it. Maybe the kid would learn then.
....Alecto took a closer look at the picture.
Then he grimaced.
...Right so. Maybe the kid had alot to learn, but that didn't mean...No. That was dumb idea. A real dumb idea. A puppydog kid idea. He'd done his bit. No reason to do more.
Before he even knew what he was doing, Alecto was dialing the dumb ###### kid's number, swearing all the while.
Edited by Havelock Vetinari, Feb 27 2016 - 08:53 PM.
I believe you find life such a problem because you think there are the good people and the bad people. You are wrong, of course. There are, always and only, the bad people, but some of them are on opposite sides.