Circe doesn't come to the Ghost Zone often. The place, has never really appealed to her liking and it lacks the peace and seclusion that she has on Aeaea. It's also a disgusting wasteland
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He's only been home for ten minutes, and already he's got a visitor.
To be fair, Prometheus hardly ever gets visitors to his Crooked House. The Ghost Zone isn't exactly accessible, and Prometheus wouldn't have it any other way. He'd just returned from the business with the Monk, feeling pretty good, when his security systems start blaring at him. Though a wooden structure, the security systems Prometheus's home is equipped with are far more advanced than most buildings on Earth. He knows the moment Circe transports herself into his domain that he has a guest.
The list of individuals capable of getting to the Ghost Zone are small. And when we sees the silhouette, he knows who it is instantly. Circe. Huh. Can't say he was expecting that.
Prometheus doesn't bother suiting up. If Circe's here for trouble, she'll be turning him into a pig regardless of what he's wearing.
"Circe." he says as he opens the door. "What brings you to my humble abode?"
"A business proposition, huh? You wouldn't by chance have been peeping on me for the past hour, would you have?"
He invites her in just the same, leading her up a crooked stairway. Traveling through the Crooked House can be a disorienting experience, as nothing seems to be built straight, but Prometheus has confidence in his guest's sorcerous grounding. He doesn't offer her support.
Opening a door, Prometheus leads the way into what was once a living room. Now converted into something one part gym and one part rec room, there's still nevertheless a crooked couch, which the villain plants himself on. He lets Circe have her choice between the rest of the couch or any number of crooked armchairs that are planted throughout the room.
"I'm guessing you're here because that whole 'Pit Cheetah against Wonder Woman' thing fell through, right?"
Never send a B-lister to do a real capebuster's job.
"Don't flatter yourself," she says, "I merely stopped by on business."
Any other female would have lost her balance upon entering the crooked house. Luckily for her, Circe's has experience with 'abnormal' places. The crooked stairway is nothing compared to Tartarus.
She takes a seat on the crooked couch when she enters the living room.
Circe lets out a snarl at the mention of Cheetah's name. "As much as I don't like admitting it, yes," she says with bitterness in her voice, "I knew I couldn't rely on that dumb bitch."
She crosses her legs, leaning forward on the couch, giving Prometheus an almost seductive smile.
"Which is why, I decided to come to someone that could really give me some firepower instead..."
He leans back on the couch, not exactly encouraging Circe, but hardly denying her either. He's never had to work too hard for female attention, though an immortal witch is certainly a step up from his usual paramours. Not that Prometheus has any illusions about the attention being anything more than a ploy for cooperation, but he's never been the type to look a gift goddess in the mouth
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Circe nods curtly, "I don't expect you to provide your services for free," she says, "You'd be a fool if you did."
She pauses, placing a hand on her chin. "Vampires...." Circe is silent, as she goes through all of the various spells and incantations in her head, "I do believe that I have the just the thing for that."
A snap of her fingers and a scroll appears in her hands, "This should do the trick," she says, presenting it to Prometheus, "An ancient incantation, say it as it bids you to, and you will have complete control over the beasts. Forcing them to do your every command, weakening them if they decide to come after you, the whole shebang."
Circe leans a bit more towards him and flashes that grin again.
"Now," she says, "Back to more important matters."
Prometheus studies the scroll for a moment. The inscriptions are Greek to him - literally, as it's either Greek or Latin, and could well be a recipe for Aeaean brownies for all he knows. He accepts it, making a note to try it out on one of the Monk's underlings when he gets the chance. Considering the stakes, it's reasonably unlikely that Circe would give him a dud scroll
( ... )
If it were someone that she could easily manipulate, such as Cheetah, Circe would have very well just given him a dull scroll, saying that it was really a powerful incantation
( ... )
Circe grins, "In that case," she says, "We are perfectly matched."
She nods at image of Cassandra Sandsmark, "Taking her out is easy, as with a wave of my hand, I could bend her mother to do my bidding. But where's the fun in that? Being the youngest of the three, she tends to tire more easily. Or style of fighting becomes so predictable after awhile, a punch to the right nerve ending will take her out on command."
Circe then lets out a smirk, "While taking her out with sheer force is always an option, there as an easier way to get her," she waves a hand in front of the screen and images of Donna appear. Of her with Roy and Lian Harper. With Nightwing. "The way to Donna is through that bleeding heart of hers. We make it seem as if her loved ones are in danger...she'll do anything to keep them from getting in harm's way. You set the bait, and then snap the trap while she's distracted. You can then do what you please with her, just don't kill her.. Any of them. We need them alive
( ... )
A crooked smirk, as the villain cracks his knuckles. "I'll take out Stewart first. No sense in letting him linger to mess things up. I'll handle Dr. Psycho too. Left to his own devices, he'd say something lewd and get turned into a pig for his trouble. I'll break him of that early, that way he'll stay in line."
"And here's one more variable we need to consider."
All the images on the screen are gone now, minimized and replaced by dozens of images and files on a single man. A single superman.
"The big blue boy scout." The contempt drips from Prometheus's voice as he gestures to the all-too-familiar figure. "Not that we don't want to be prepared for any of Wonder Woman's justice-loving friends, but Superman in particular is a cape we need to have a strategy set up for. I've developed a number of weapons specifically for taking down Kryptonians, but it occurs to me that your magic is capable of feats that not even my tech at its best could replicate. If you've got a better plan for dealing with Superman, we might not even have to take
( ... )
Circe lets out a laugh, "It would seem that you know me all to well, Prometheus."
She looks at the images of Superman.
"Hmm..." she mulls over the thought in her mind, "If we combined your weapons with my magic. We could take out Superman easily."
She waves her hand, and images flood the screen of another man. The Batman.
"Bat Boy," she says, with a sneer, "He may be just a mere mortal, with no powers of his own, but he's still a variable that we need to consider taking out."
The more they could take out close to Wonder Woman? All the better for Circe.
Prometheus grins a wicked grin. "There's no need to worry about Batman. I've got a little... partnership going, with a few guys who have a very vested interest in taking down the Bat."
And he's never been one to deny an opportunity when it came knocking at his doorstep.
There's really nothing left to discuss at this point... not with words, anyway. He rises, grateful that she caught him casual, as the shirt he wore is quickly thrown aside.
To be fair, Prometheus hardly ever gets visitors to his Crooked House. The Ghost Zone isn't exactly accessible, and Prometheus wouldn't have it any other way. He'd just returned from the business with the Monk, feeling pretty good, when his security systems start blaring at him. Though a wooden structure, the security systems Prometheus's home is equipped with are far more advanced than most buildings on Earth. He knows the moment Circe transports herself into his domain that he has a guest.
The list of individuals capable of getting to the Ghost Zone are small. And when we sees the silhouette, he knows who it is instantly. Circe. Huh. Can't say he was expecting that.
Prometheus doesn't bother suiting up. If Circe's here for trouble, she'll be turning him into a pig regardless of what he's wearing.
"Circe." he says as he opens the door. "What brings you to my humble abode?"
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Circe then lets out a small smirk, "I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd pay you a friendly visit."
She then composes herself.
"In all seriousness, I have a business proposition for you," she says, folding her arms over her chest, "If you'd do me the grace of inviting me in."
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He invites her in just the same, leading her up a crooked stairway. Traveling through the Crooked House can be a disorienting experience, as nothing seems to be built straight, but Prometheus has confidence in his guest's sorcerous grounding. He doesn't offer her support.
Opening a door, Prometheus leads the way into what was once a living room. Now converted into something one part gym and one part rec room, there's still nevertheless a crooked couch, which the villain plants himself on. He lets Circe have her choice between the rest of the couch or any number of crooked armchairs that are planted throughout the room.
"I'm guessing you're here because that whole 'Pit Cheetah against Wonder Woman' thing fell through, right?"
Never send a B-lister to do a real capebuster's job.
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Any other female would have lost her balance upon entering the crooked house. Luckily for her, Circe's has experience with 'abnormal' places. The crooked stairway is nothing compared to Tartarus.
She takes a seat on the crooked couch when she enters the living room.
Circe lets out a snarl at the mention of Cheetah's name. "As much as I don't like admitting it, yes," she says with bitterness in her voice, "I knew I couldn't rely on that dumb bitch."
She crosses her legs, leaning forward on the couch, giving Prometheus an almost seductive smile.
"Which is why, I decided to come to someone that could really give me some firepower instead..."
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She pauses, placing a hand on her chin. "Vampires...." Circe is silent, as she goes through all of the various spells and incantations in her head, "I do believe that I have the just the thing for that."
A snap of her fingers and a scroll appears in her hands, "This should do the trick," she says, presenting it to Prometheus, "An ancient incantation, say it as it bids you to, and you will have complete control over the beasts. Forcing them to do your every command, weakening them if they decide to come after you, the whole shebang."
Circe leans a bit more towards him and flashes that grin again.
"Now," she says, "Back to more important matters."
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She nods at image of Cassandra Sandsmark, "Taking her out is easy, as with a wave of my hand, I could bend her mother to do my bidding. But where's the fun in that? Being the youngest of the three, she tends to tire more easily. Or style of fighting becomes so predictable after awhile, a punch to the right nerve ending will take her out on command."
Circe then lets out a smirk, "While taking her out with sheer force is always an option, there as an easier way to get her," she waves a hand in front of the screen and images of Donna appear. Of her with Roy and Lian Harper. With Nightwing. "The way to Donna is through that bleeding heart of hers. We make it seem as if her loved ones are in danger...she'll do anything to keep them from getting in harm's way. You set the bait, and then snap the trap while she's distracted. You can then do what you please with her, just don't kill her.. Any of them. We need them alive ( ... )
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"And here's one more variable we need to consider."
All the images on the screen are gone now, minimized and replaced by dozens of images and files on a single man. A single superman.
"The big blue boy scout." The contempt drips from Prometheus's voice as he gestures to the all-too-familiar figure. "Not that we don't want to be prepared for any of Wonder Woman's justice-loving friends, but Superman in particular is a cape we need to have a strategy set up for. I've developed a number of weapons specifically for taking down Kryptonians, but it occurs to me that your magic is capable of feats that not even my tech at its best could replicate. If you've got a better plan for dealing with Superman, we might not even have to take ( ... )
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She looks at the images of Superman.
"Hmm..." she mulls over the thought in her mind, "If we combined your weapons with my magic. We could take out Superman easily."
She waves her hand, and images flood the screen of another man. The Batman.
"Bat Boy," she says, with a sneer, "He may be just a mere mortal, with no powers of his own, but he's still a variable that we need to consider taking out."
The more they could take out close to Wonder Woman? All the better for Circe.
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Circe's magic picks up on Prometheus's thoughts, and the images she's conjured shift and change. A bandaged man with puppet strings trailing from his fingers, the lesser minds of Gotham City dancing helplessly at his whims. A man in blood-red robes, a man whose dark secret is transparent to a sorceress as powerful as Circe. And a sinister doppelganger of the Bat, the first of an army.
"Let's just say we have Batman right where he want him."
And when the Bat is battered and broken, there's no question in Prometheus's mind about who will get the right to say he beat him.
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Circe leans forward on the couch, flashing Prometheus that seductive grin again.
"Now, is there anything else we need to discuss?"
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And he's never been one to deny an opportunity when it came knocking at his doorstep.
There's really nothing left to discuss at this point... not with words, anyway. He rises, grateful that she caught him casual, as the shirt he wore is quickly thrown aside.
Other garments of clothing soon follow.
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"I think," she whispers, "This discussion can take place elsewhere."
A simple pull of the tie around her waist and she's able to step out of the dress she'd been wearing with ease.
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