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Who: Slade, Selene
What: When I lay me down to sleep...
When: Late afternoon, June 25th
Where: One of many evil lairs.
Let it never be said that Slade Wilson was not good at what he did.
It took him only a few days to locate the only person in the Digital world who was from the same world as the Dreamweaver.
And it was more to his luck that she was out of her body when he located her in the Hyperion.
Time and care had been taken to craft an appropriate container for her body. It had to be strengthened against not only physical abuse, but mental abilities as well. Slade would take no chances without knowing what she was completely capable of.
So there she lay in her rounded bubble shaped containment field, giving off an faint blue glow.
The rest of the area was standard evil lair, darkness and beams of light striking through, a warehouse of some sort identical to any random one in Junk City. Massive crates of unlabeled goods were piled around forming towers and walls.
And there he waited in the darkness monitoring communication feeds on one of his computers as well as his prisoners life signs.
What: When I lay me down to sleep...
When: Late afternoon, June 25th
Where: One of many evil lairs.
Let it never be said that Slade Wilson was not good at what he did.
It took him only a few days to locate the only person in the Digital world who was from the same world as the Dreamweaver.
And it was more to his luck that she was out of her body when he located her in the Hyperion.
Time and care had been taken to craft an appropriate container for her body. It had to be strengthened against not only physical abuse, but mental abilities as well. Slade would take no chances without knowing what she was completely capable of.
So there she lay in her rounded bubble shaped containment field, giving off an faint blue glow.
The rest of the area was standard evil lair, darkness and beams of light striking through, a warehouse of some sort identical to any random one in Junk City. Massive crates of unlabeled goods were piled around forming towers and walls.
And there he waited in the darkness monitoring communication feeds on one of his computers as well as his prisoners life signs.