Special Delivery, {Thread Complete}

[Mr. Sinister]

Where: Chisinau, Moldova (Capital city in Easter Europe)
When: February 20, 2006 10 pm

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Mr. Sinister was searching for some very rare computer parts for his version of Cerebro. His goal of building the perfect Mutant race hinged on having all the DNA samples he could from Mutants. So having a way of tracking them all was something he was craving desperately. Problem there was that Stryker's computer files were so corrupted that not all the data was present anymore and it left him knowing he needed more data than that.

At the same time some of the components were so rare that they were not easily tracked in normal means of acquiring them. Which meant he had to resort to the black market or fences. Mr. Sinister had gone this route this time to get some of the high powered processing units that were needed to integrate all the parts of the system into one. It was during one of the conversations that a possible mutant came up. The man was supposed to be the one and only who could perform tasks that were dangerous and paid him well, it was also said he could not be hurt in any way either. Some of the rumors were that he was immortal.

Well now that would be a surprise since Mr Sinsiter was in the thought and belief that Apocalypse and himself were the only true Immortals on this forsaken planet. It was curious enough that Sinister was willing to pay extra for the delivery by this man. Plus the fact the parts were so HOT that Interpol were actively trying to track them down mean it would be dangerous enough for him to do it. And if not then, the fact the small Countries Military was in hot pursuit of this outfit for crimes against them. It meant the whole area was a hotbed for action if the smallest error occurred in any way.

Mr. Sinister had set up the delivery spot as an abandoned warehouse near the docks of a the river that lead to the Black Sea. It was the last warehouse in the string of them and held cover from the barren lands leading to the Ukraine Border. Which was where his personal ship was located for his trip back to his secret hideout in the Savage Land. Meanwhile Sinister waited in the very dark corner of the warehouse with easy egress if needed and impossible for someone to see him even if they were looking for him.

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Summary: Mr. Sinister hears rumors about a mutant who is Immortal doing things for high pay while trying to acquire parts for a Cerebro of his own and sets up a delivery for the man to him.
Tags: Scourge

[Scourge]

Where: Chisinau, Moldova (Capital city in Easter Europe)
When: February 20, 2006 10 pm

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Hazel eyes browsed the passing landscape from within the coach he’d acquired to transport him to his client’s chosen meeting place. He appeared as a middle aged woman with long golden curls and a trim figure. She was quite a treat before she met her end. Too many questions asked. Digging further into the woman, Sandra Lann’s, files said she was an informant tracking one of the items he was hired to retrieve for his client. A slim gloved hand reached within the blouse that contained a palm sized lead box.

”All that trouble over such a little thing.”

He mused, his voice wisped in a sensual effeminate tune. Reaching up to brush the wayward curls from his elegant face he could see the buildings in the distance. Not long now, he’d finally be meeting up with his client. All of his business with this particular one had been done through his negotiators.

”You can stop here.”

He’d informed the driver who pulled along the side of the dirt road. The engine still running the driver was all too eager to round about from the front of the coach to come around and open the passenger door, a hand held out to offer and a hold.

“Why thank you.” The driver blushed as he answered. “My pleasure, miss. I still don’t understand why ya wanted t’come all the way out here but s’not my business to pry.” ~Smart man,~ Scourge mused giving the man a magnificent smile before reaching into the collar of his blouse for several bills.

”Keep the change.”

A gloved finger traced his chin before placing a chaste kiss on his lower lip. He’d long since noted the gold band on the man’s left ring finger. The driver stood in stunned blushing silence as Scourge made his leave down the path toward the buildings in the distance. It wasn’t until the coach was long out of earshot did the Blood Guise dissolve into his layered apparel, this trip made in blacks and reds. A pale hand casually tossed the lead box up and down as he strolled through to the assigned warehouse for his delivery. Standing in the center of the dark warehouse he sang out.

”Little boy, little boy, where is he?” His tenor sang the children's rhyme aloud as sharp violet eyes scanned the darkness as he continued to casually toss the lead box in his lithe hand. ”I can’t find him anywhere, where could he be?"

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Summary: Scourge arrives to meet his client and deliver the item he was hired to retrieve… He killed an agent tracking the item, disguised himself as that agent on the way to the delivery point (messing with the married driver ) and shifted back before entering the warehouse.
Tag: Mr. Sinister

[Mr. Sinister]

Where: Chisinau, Moldova (Capital city in Eastern Europe)
When: February 20, 2006 10 pm

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Mr. Sinister stood silently as he sensed someone approaching the area and his emotions and mind was all over the place. It was obvious he was flirting with someone but Sinister's telepathic skills were not strong enough to get a good read on what it was he was flirting with. Well at least not at this distance, that meant it had to be a mutant with telepathic abilities of its own. That was interesting to take note of. At least he was a mutant, but why would a male be flirting with another male? It was annoying that they had stopped so far from the warehouse, if they were closer he could get more indepth with the human. Although he did get the images of a wife that would be most upset at the display as he played out a scene in his mind. So he had to be flirting with a woman and not a man.

Sinister was not one to make assumptions, but this was somewhat confusing. He was suppose to be meeting a man who was a mutant not a woman. Not to mention the fact the rumor was he was immortal and not a telepath of any kind. Although the people who had this intel were not the brightest people either. They had never even seen the double cross coming when he killed them a few hours ago and left their bodies to burn in the fire around them.

When Mr. Sinister finally sensed the presence of the person approaching it was not until it almost entered the building itself. So he looked carefully over to the door the presence entered and saw a man walk brazenly into the middle of the building. ~Well he is awful arrogant to walk in here like that. Only mutants that feel they can not die would do that.~ It also told Sinister that the man could somehow cause a straight man to flirt with him, or he could assume others appearances and shape shift. Interesting indeed, perhaps this one could be worth more to him then just the delivery at this moment. It was time to test this one and see what he was exactly. More importantly, to see how much use he could be in the future as well.

Mr. Sinister took slow steps and out of the deep shadows so now his very white face could be seen in the faint light. It was a sight that would scare almost all mortals and any mutant who knew who he was and what the white face with the red mark on his forehead meant. With another couple steps he was out in the light with his whole body showing to the man. As he spoke his voice held a slight mechnical sound to it (think 90's cartoon Sinister Voice) and without any emotion.

"No problems in making this delivery correct?"

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Summary: Sinisters using his limited Telepathic ablities to get a feel for the situation and is confused by the results for a period of time. Until he begins to put 2+2 together to a get a better idea of what kind of powers this mutant has. To see how well the man is connected he makes his approach slowly to see if he knows what is coming when the white face and mark is seen. Everything is now a test for the mutant in front of Sinister.
Tags: Scourge

[Scourge]

Where: Chisinau, Moldova (Capital city in Eastern Europe)
When: February 20, 2006 - Evening

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Violet eyes caught the figure as it approached. A shockingly stark white face accented by the red eyes and tattoo like marking raised between them. So this was his client? Mr. Sinister was the going title for the mutant. Scourge hadn't bothered to do his homework since none of his jobs dealt personally with the geneticist but he knew enough. The mutant was true to his name and powerful, but all this information did was entertain the special mercenary.

"None that haven't been dealt with." Scourge replied in kind, continuing to toss the lead box in his palm. He remained standing in the center of the warehouse, free hand at his side with a self satisfied expression, having found his amusement in toying with the driver enough to sate his hedonistic compulsion for the moment.

"I must say my reputation exceeds all expectations if a man of your stature is my client... well, either that or my negotiator has one bloody fine silver tongue." His tenor commented silkily with a thoughtful lilt to his neck, arcing his head back as violet eyes continued to watch the other mutant. The synthesized European accent echoed off the barren warehouse wall in a polar opposite to the DNA fanatics monotonic mechanical voice.

"Shall we commence the final transaction then? I've other prospective clients awaiting my... services." The lead box finally came to a rest in his lithe pale palm, long fingers cradling it delicately as he awaited Sinister's approach.

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Summary: Scourge recognizes Sinister but doesn't seem to care other than realizing his own reputation as a special mercenary is more known than he thought and commenting on that. He offers the item and suggests they complete the transaction.
Tag: Mr. Sinister

[Mr. Sinister]

Where: Chisinau, Moldova (Capital city in Eastern Europe)
When: February 20, 2006 - Evening

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Mr. Sinister stood there watching as if he was watching an insect doing its thing in an experiment. He was motionless and his eyes kept staring not blinking once as the man spoke. Instead he was thinking and planning out for the future. While still listening to the man as well. When he was speaking of his former employers they did indeed have bloody tongues, but silver was not a trait he would have called it. So as he responded his voice was again emotionless.

"Yes they indeed had bloody tongues. However, you should learn to be more discreet in the future. There are so few immortals around."

Sinister was curious if he would catch the use of words and the fact he might know about him as well. Although Sinister was believed to be immortal, he was in fact not. He needed to replenish his organs from time to time, there was always a price and he was going to find out this man's sooner or later.

He walked forward now as he responded to the last comment made about finishing up business. It was indeed time to get some business done. All of his intended business here to be exact.

"Yes business is business afterall. And you deserve payment for services rendered do you not. Here is your payment."

Mr. Sinister extended his hand to grab the box while his other hand extended an envelope to the man. When the hand grabbed the envelope he pushed a small needle out of his wrist, pricked the man's hand and retracted it immediately, pulling with it a sample of the mans skin and blood.

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Summary: Sinister agrees this should be short and to the point, however he has several alteral motives at work now. When Scourge reaches for the envelope he takes a sample of skin and blood. Since he does not have the box yet though the rest of the plan has to wait. When Scourge opens the envelope he will find a folded up piece of paper with nothing on it though.
Tags: Scourge

[Scourge]

Where: Chisinau, Moldova (Capital city in Eastern Europe)
When: February 20, 2006 - Evening

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Discreet? Be discreet? Now what fun would that be? It wasn't, he'd been there, done that. Let his name be known, his reputation spread. Though he did that before as well and the people worshiped him at a time, their cults formed around his very existence. Good times, good times.

"Immortality is rather... overrated, don't you think?" His accented tenor all but purred. Violet eyes, half lidded out of nearing boredom, watched as Sinister approached to accept his delivery. A pale finger tapped the side of the lead box in absent thought. Immortals, true immortals, were rather rare indeed. He'd heard passing whispers of the one known as Apocalypse being the first and the most powerful mutant. There was another, a Mercenary by the name of Deadpool who bore the whispers of immortality. That one he found an intriguing kinship to in the rumors that the man just wouldn't stay dead. Never the less, there was business to attend to.

Jeckel felt the sensation, the prick to his hand by the concealed needle, but didn't show any signs of that knowledge. The geneticist had taken a sample of his blood, among other things. Now this didn't anger him at all, in fact this turn of events sparked an interest. Now what would the infamous Mr. Sinister want with his blood?

"Now now, that isn't very polite." Jeckel commented, just as the envelope touched his palm Jeckel's form vanished, and the paper fluttered to the warehouse floor unheeded. "One shouldn't take things without permission." His voice suddenly purred into Sinister's ear from behind and then chuckled. He'd used the blood within the concealed sample to trace teleport behind the other mutant. "And I should know, as the pot calling the kettle black some would say." A hand snaked around Sinister's shoulder, palm flattened hovering over the geneticist's throat. There was a twitch to his wrist and through the skin blood emerged, solidifying into a scalpel sized garnet blade nimbly grasped within his fingers.

"If you wanted a sample, all you had to do was ask." His breath tickled the back of Sinister's neck as he continued to speak. "I must warn you though... my blood is rather... toxic." Just as the words left his mouth the syringe containing the sample began to dissolve, Jeckel having transmuted it into the Black Blood. Such a small amount wouldn't do any damage to the mutant concealing it, the act simply made it a void DNA sample.

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Summary: Jeckel comments on Immortality being overrated and thinks about Apocalypse and Deadpool. He goes to make the transaction, feeling the prick and his blood being taken. He trace teleports behind Sinister and forms a blood scalpel saying it's not polite to just take things while destroying the sample by turning it into the black blood... he's such a hypocrite XD.
Tags: Mr. Sinister

[Mr. Sinister]

Where: Chisinau, Moldova (Capital city in Eastern Europe)
When: February 20, 2006 - Evening

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Mr. Sinister was not one to do anything rash, no he was going to let the situation develop and extend so he could learn as much about this one as possible. So when he vanished before the envelope could be grabbed he simply stood there and waited. His limited telepathy gave him an inkling the man was close so when he spoke again it did nothing to his posture at all. In fact he simply let his arms drop down to his sides.

The man kept speaking and Sinister just listened to his speech, his patterns, and his ego. So it was becoming very clear this mutant had indeed been around for a while, how long though was not something he could tell from here. Not that it mattered though, his DNA was what mattered and with the blood sample now seemingly destroying itself he would need something more then just the skin sample.

As annoying as that was, the destruction of the precious DNA, the simple lack of respect and touching him was worse still. Sinister turned his head slightly once the man was done speaking, finally, and stared at the man with his glowing red eyes. His stare was said to make some tremble in fear just from the anger that they can let people see in him. Without any warning at all Sinister turned his hand towards the man and fired a pulse of energy strong enough to send the mutant hurtling through the air and into the wall on the opposite side of the building.

Mr. Sinister began to speak now with some emotion, anger. His glare focused soley on the mutant in front of him. He didn't care if he was hurt or not hurt at this point, he needed to be taught a lesson and that was what he was going to learn right now.

"What I find overrated is your pathetic skills. You think teleporting is special? Turning your blood into acid is unique?" Sinister gave a very deep and menacing laugh for a few seconds before continuing. "Your ego is so bloated that I am surprised Xavier has not yet tracked you down by that alone and destroyed your worthless hide. And you don't know what toxic means."

Sinister was not sure how badly stunned or hurt the man was but he wanted a better sample then a skin sample so that meant dealing with this lowly mutant more directly then he originially had planned. As Sinister got close he blasted the mutant two more times in hopes he would be out of it long enough to get a sample of the blood into something more stable and contained to prevent any such tricks from happening again.

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Summary: Sinister is outraged at the lack of respect for his power. For such a mutant to show it meant they had to be taught who was in charge. Hoping the first blast stuns the man Sinister stalks over to the mutant putting aside his previous plans of having the law come and take him to deal with it himself directly. After attempting to intimidiate the man he blasts some more inhopes of doing enough damage to get a sample out in another container that is more secure then a simple glass vial.
Tags: Scourge

[Scourge]

Where: Chisinau, Moldova (Capital city in Eastern Europe)
When: February 20, 2006 - Evening

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That was... quite painful. Scourge lay amongst the debris of the old musky broken crates and shattered wall. He lay partially outside of the warehouse and he could feel the blood around him soaking the ground. Dazed violet eyes gazed up at the sky as he oriented himself. The other mutant was speaking, his mechanically synthetic voice unregistering in his mind although he could hear the anger in his tone.

Before he had a chance to even try to stand, Mr. Sinister had approached. Mildly wondering just how he crossed the distance between them so quickly, unaware of how slow his brain was processing at the moment as it healed the bruising, there was suddenly more pain in which he registered but showed no signs of feeling it. Was all of this really necessary? No, of course not, but he had apparently gotten on the geneticist's bad side. Coughing, Jeckel swiped at his bloodied chin, a rather moot act as a split second later the blood absorbed back through his skin.

Struggling to stand, breaths wheezing through healing lungs, he supported himself on the side of the broken wall. His complexion was quite a few shades paler than he had been moment ago and despite the many tears in his clothing every patch of skin revealed beneath was unblemished and there wasn't a trace of blood staining him or his clothing. Violet eyes peered up through half mast lids as a weary grin spread across faded lips. A wet chuckle sounded. "My my... that was... rather painful." Each word spoken sounded more clear.

"And uncalled for."

Jeckel added further, crisp accented tenor now speaking smoothly. "I said if you wanted a sample... all you had to do was ask." He reiterated, calmly. To keep the advancing mutant at bay, the blood that had pooled around their feet suddenly began to mould itself, weaving around him in whip like vines lashing out if the other approached to close. One of the vines unfurled toward Sinister and at the very end, floating at the pointed tip, was a sphere of solidified blood holding the consistency of mercury. The sample was offered, levitating above the blood vine's tip, level with Sinster's chest. Although if he chose to reach for it, the orb was snatched away, pulled back toward it's creator.

"Now, what's the 'magic word'?" He purred, amusement shining bright in his violet eyes.

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Summary: Scourge is sent flying backward through crates and the warehouse wall, injured but already healing. Before he do anything Sinister blasts him again. He stands, looking healed but more pale as a lot of his blood is on the floor. When sinister approaches the blood forms whip like vines to ward him off while at the same time offering him a sample. Before Sinister can take it though, he pulls it back and asks for the 'magic word'
OoC: Okay... he's turning into a real prat, but I can't help myself it's just too darn fun XD.

[Mr. Sinister]

Where: Chisinau, Moldova (Capital city in Eastern Europe)
When: February 20, 2006 - Evening

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Mr. Sinister was a scientist first and foremost, in every sense of the profession. He noticed there were some canisters on the ground that had come out of a crate this insolent little punk had flown through and it appeared to be able to withstand the acidity of the man's blood. That went on the back burner for the moment though, at least until he was sure the man was not with it enough to notice him taking the blood in the first place, after all he had seen or felt his blood being taken before. That was the theory he was working with, until proven one way or another that is.

Mr. Sinister watched as the man before him struggled to get up but his blood was in fact being drawn back into his body. He listened to the broken speech pattern and also took notice how quickly it got better. This would make a run at Logan for healing quickly. Well on the outside at the very least, on the inside was a different matter.

Mr. Sinister glared at the man as he spoke with an indifference only he usually could pull off. With his sheer size and bulk most were intmidated by his presence and given his powers, and peoples' lack of knowledge and the limits of them, it often worked quite well. However, it seemed as though this arrogant punk needed more lessons in that regard. And the offer of a sample was not going to be taken. The theory still stood that the man had to know he had a sample and could manipulate the blood, so it would be taken without his knowledge if possible. Sinister ignored the offering and his glare got brighter in color from his eyes and a slight glow could be seen when he dared to tell hiim he had say a magic word.

Mr. Sinister was going to oblige the punk in front of him and with that word. In fact only one word came to his mind and as he spoke it his voice held a very ominious tone to it.

"Pain."

As soon as that was said Mr. Sinister raised his arm quickly and fired another Force Bolt right into the man's chest. Once again it was at half power, this lowly mutant was not worthy of anything more powerful then that. However, if he continued to downplay Sinisters power perhaps a higher power would be needed. When the man came to rest once again Sinister fired another Force Bolt into the man to keep him down.

Once the man was down Mr Sinister went and got a small container from the warehouse. Once in his possession he slowly marched back to the spot where the man had been holding up, for lack of a better term, the sample. It was splayed on the ground but slowly moving back to the man's body. With a glance at the man Sinister scooped up a sample and placed it into the acrylic acid container and then behind him on his belt to keep it out of sight.

Once again Mr. Sinister stalked over the top of the man a few feet away. Towering over him with his eyes once again glowing. The man still could be an asset, if used properly in the future. And once he knew all of his powers as well, that was the key though. Sinister would have to learn all of his skills in order to use him properly. That would take time and studying, something Sinister was becoming very good at cultivating. His voice once again menacing and that ominious tone,

"Lesson number 1, learn your place and you will live longer. Lesson number 2, I take what I want and when I want it. Care for lesson 3?"

Sinister held out his hands and let them glow brighter this time as if he was going to blast him again but held back till he heard a response.

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Summary: Sinister is impressed by the healing skills but not overly so by any means. Disappointed in the mans lack of learning he blasts him again twice to teach a lesson and to cover up his taking a sample of the man's blood.
Tags: Scourge

[Scourge]

Where: Chisinau, Moldova (Capital city in Eastern Europe)
When: February 20, 2006 - Evening

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Jeckel watched Sinister's calculating eyes, amusement shining in his own violet ones. This man was still not at all pleased with his antics, but he just could not help himself. It was too much fun to get a rise out of men of Sinister's caliber and there wasn't anything the mutant could do to him other than assault him again with little gain. The single word 'pain' just barely reached his ears when his chest erupted in agony once again.

The world spun, his chest torn to reveal small glimpses of the empty cavity within. Lips parted in a gasp, flecks of blood speckling his lips. Glazed violet eyes unable to focus between the previous loss of blood he hadn't re-absorbed and this new assault on his body. The bloody whips that had held Sinister at bay liquefied and puddled on the ground as they began creeping back toward the fallen body in which the vital fluid belonged.

He was unaware of Sinister's movements after that, the sample taken and sealed away before he could form a thought. The geneticist's shadow appeared over him once more, eyes blinking in a sluggish fashion. A wet chuckle erupted from his throat, his complexion nearly as pale as the man standing over him. A weak hand raised from the ground, only to fall a moment later, fingertips brushing the creeping puddle of his blood.

"By all means, professor, teach me."

His silky tenor was all but whispered as he chuckled again, eyes beginning to focus as his arm raised up and settled behind his head making his prone position on the ground just a tad more comfortable. Standing wouldn't be too wise at this point with the weakness he felt, even after absorbing most of the blood back into his system, there was a good chance he'd black out and end up right back where he started.

"Although, that begs the question, why hire me in the first place then, hmm?"

Jeckel continued, his voice marginally stronger with each passing moment. His complexion was still incredibly pale, but it had taken on a shade just a tad darker than Sinister's now, while his blood worked on replenishing itself.

"You need someone to run these... errands for you, do you not? Someone to do the things you are far too busy to do... someone with no known ties to the infamous Mr. Sinister."

The prone mutant continued, making no move against Sinister other than raising his free hand in an offer to shake. This would be a most interesting business arrangement if accepted. He could only imagine what other bits and pieces he'd be instructed to retrieve and if any would be more entertaining than the first.

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Summary: Jeckel is down again, having lost a lot of blood it is taking him a bit longer to get back on his feet despite his body having regenerated. He taunts Sinister at first, but continues to think aloud on why he'd been hired and proposes a deal.
Tag: Mr. Sinister