"Hello." Ariana greeted Sierra. "I'm Ariana, and you?" she asked.
__________________________________________
Mari grinned wickedly at Kat's plan, enjoying it all the more. "A lovely piece," she said in admiration " And I'm game," she said smoothly. "Now, do you have a place in mind to sell it-some place where we won't have those idiotic cops on our backs. Although if they do interfere..." she said and made a motion that any who dared to cross them would pay.

_________________


AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

Sierra nodded to the comisioner thoughtfully.
"Then she's wasn't part of it," she mumbled under her breath before Ariana greeted her. With a smile, she turned to her.
"Call me Angel. I guess we're working together, then."

_________________

(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Alice gazed at the piece of leather for a minute. She shook her head and said, "That's a good idea." She then walked towards the museum door and peered at it closely. She sniffed the area and smiled slightly. It wasn't the smile one would make if something delightful happened to that person. It was the kind that one would make if one discovered something that should not really be discovered.

"Of course..." she whispered. Robert's been here. He had a flair of theatricality, even as a child. Ever since he found what he could do, he destroyed fences, chairs, playground equipment, pencils, books, snacks, toys, anything that made the other orphans miserable and him somewhat happy. She could sense the energy that was released whenever he decayed something. In fact, at occasional times, she used that energy to repair whatever stood in the way of Robert's power.

"I know who did this," she announced. It's about time he got what he deserved.

_________________

I was cured all right.

Ariana turned to Alice in some surprise, though she was definitely pleased that at least now they had one lead. "Who?" she asked the other teen. "Do you think the culprit was alone?" she questioned further.

_________________


AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

She smiled slightly, turned, and said, "Robert Harpen. We grew together, you see. And he just loved to destroy things like this, sometimes just for the fun of it. I won't be surprised if the artwork of a Mr. Gordon Karson has been destroyed inside the museum. Unfortunately, I don't know where he is now. And he's clever. Very clever, I'm afraid." She paused for a moment, wondering if what she was doing was right. Of course, Robert wasn't exactly the kindest person in the orphanage but then again, his parents were killed in a car accident when he was young. That must had an effect on him, just like it did when her parents died in an accident. She sighed silently and answered, "He mostly works alone, but I wouldn't put it past him to make 'allies'"

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Gentlemen," Robert asked friendly. "What can I do for you?"
One of them, a short, squat one, came out from the shadows and said, "You're an interesting man, you are."
"Interesting in what aspect?" he asked, slowly dipping his voice in venom.
"You're very unique," the short man answered.
"I'm not quite sure what you mean by that," answered Robert tentatively.
"I'm sure you do. I know a lot about you."
"Such as?" Robert asked skeptically.
"Such as you are about to be a star in the evening news as a museum vandal."
Robert quickly hid his reaction to this. Though he wasn't sure how they knew it was him, he could easily destroy anything that could be used against as evidence. Even witnesses.
"If I need help, I'll make sure I call for you," Robert said cynically.
"I'm confident you will," the short man said, before stepping back to his friend, and together they left in the block.

Robert looked at them with a hint of bemusement and made his way to his flat.

_________________

I was cured all right.

OOC: I don't think Darcy moved, but tell me if she did, if you would, Eruraina.



"Not like I have anything better to do." His voice was flat, bored. "But I also assumed, correctly, that you would choose a good place for viewing the cops blundering about as they usually do."

He noticed the arival of the heroes below. "Looks like things just got a tiny bit more intresting."

_________________
Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

(nope, she hadn't. I was waiting for you to post, so I kept Darcy right where she was.)

"Go rob a bank or murder somebody," she offered with a chuckle. "And I'm not watching the cops. I'm watching who's working with them."

Darcy's eyes were on the halter-toped girl with wing tattooes. Any blind man could easily see that her and Darcy were somehow related, since they both had the same shade of hair, and they both had wings.

"And things will get a tiny bit more interesting if the cops are working with those dumbwits they call heros," she said. "Heros are zeros in this city."

_________________

(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

"Ah, but if you are watching who is working with them then you are watching them too. At least for the moment." He looked down upon the increasing number of heros. "I wouldn't even dignify them with calling them 'zeros.' It's insulting to all the real zeros out there." Artemis smiled with that comment.

Then his left eyebrow raised as he noticed a striking similarity between the woman next to him and one of the women below. Artemis nodded in her general direction, assuming Darcy would understand who he meant. "Your sister?"

_________________
Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Mari grinned wickedly at the thought. "Sounds like my type of place. The baddest of the bad, eh? It will be a nice change from all these goody-goody law-abiding, craven citizens. I would love to come," she purred.
__________________________________________
"Sounds like we have more than one thief," Ariana remarked. "Are there any notes from the crime scenes," she asked. "Perhaps we can find a common location where the suspects could have all convened. And maybe we should start to examine the other locations as well-a signature of some sort may have been left."

_________________


AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

(I will be adding myself in, but I may change my character a bit because I am using Abagail in another RP, and that is just too confusing.)

_________________
<center>

[[ Is it too late, or is it possible for me to join in? Could I bring in a Cannon charrie, perhaps? *I think that is what they are called* Could I bring in The Joker? ]]

[[ thank you!! =) ]]

A sleeker black car pulled into a side alley located by a post office. Three men dressed in clown masks got out of the back. Another from the passenger door. They stealthily crept inside the building and immediately havoc broke loose. Gun shots and people screaming were heard. Then, it became silent.

A man in a purple suit and clown makeup came out of the drivers side, He licked his fingers with his tongue then ran his fingers through his hair. "Let's get crackin'." He said with a laugh. The Joker strode inside the building, shooting one of his henchmen on the way inside. He made his way towards where all the mail was kept, blowing open the door with a grenade.

Immediately, small letters caught his eyes. The Joker shot another of his henchmen who tried to follow him inside. "Bills...bills...bills..." The Joker began to rummage through the letters. He shot another henchmen who tried to enter the room. "These people have NO, lives!" He licked his lips and let out a cackle. The Joker turned his head and his eyes set onto larger packages.

Quickly he ripped open the packages, looking for anything of value. Finally, The Joker came to one containing a diamond necklace, "Ah... now we're talking." He smirked then shoved the necklace into a pocket. He tore the other packages apart, taking any money which he found and putting it into his pocket. Then, The Joker strode off. His last henchmen stood loyally by the black car.

"You picked the car," The Joker stated coldly, striding forward. Soon his last henchmen was cornered- trapped against the car. The Joker toke out a dagger and piercing it into the man's chest. He removed it, cleaned the knife using the man's shirt, then put the weapon away. He slid his gun away as well and let the dead henchmen slide down to the dirt ground.

"Adios, amigo." The Joker laughed and climbed into the car and quickly started the engine. Soon the car was swerving onto the streets of Gotham.

Inside the car The Joker was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. "Next time, I will pick the car." He licked his lips, "I need something flashy." He took one hand off the wheel and took out a controller. The Joker pressed the red button and behind him, the Post Office blew up, glass shattered and wood flew.

The madman laughed and tossed the controller onto the ground. It was useless now.