Intro ☀ No event ☀ No aphro but a good mood.
"Well, I'd say that went surprisingly well, but it went exactly according to my plan. So no wonder it was a brilliant experience," Prometheus congratulated himself to his partner. Something she would have no doubt noticed was that Prometheus was a talker. He talked and joked and quipped and mocked and monologued constantly. And he knew it too. He even talked about how much he talked on occasion. It was a sign that he really loved his work. Injustice was its own reward to him. In his own words, he was in this for the buzz.
And what a buzz it was! It hadn't been one of those little victories against people who didn't even count like lowly police or security staff, no, they had actually taken down a team of super heros! Sure, they weren't exactly A-List, but they weren't some bottom feeders either.
So once back at base, Prometheus found he couldn't sit still. He felt like going out and burning court house to the ground or something. Something entertaining like that. He had thrown off his cape, which was draped nicely over one of his ironic overly modern egg chairs and had begun to stride about the place. Without that cape, Prometheus was essentially wearing nothing more than a skin tight body suit with shoulder pads and gauntlets. And he looked good-his body had been trained to physical perfection, every muscle developed and on display. And of course, his ever present helmet, currently with the mouth guard raised. "That's not to say you weren't amazing. Because you were, I think I should make that clear. I mean, why would I pick you if you weren't?" He continued his constant rambling, before flinging his arms into the air above his head. "I've got electrical nuclear thunder shooting through my brain right now! Lets play music too loud and do something we should regret but won't because we're terrible people!"
Letting out a brief cackle, the super villain dropped into one of his egg chairs, causing it to spin a few times before he slapped his feet to the floor to cut the momentum out in an instant. "Any suggestions?"
((So, the basic idea here is that Prometheus and another super villain (i.e anyone replying) have just successfully pulled off some evil scheme or other and are now riding high on a buzz. Celebrations may thus take a frisky turn, but CR is cool too. Not to worry, he does take that helmet off. Or not. He's kinky like that.
Speaking of kinks, Adult ladies only (16+), and the standard no bathroom or animal disclaimer. Although Prometheus kid of digs a freaky bug lady at one point, so go ahead and throw in inhuman looking ladies. Prometheus is the kind of guy to be into a lot of kinky stuff though, so any particular kinks you want to work in, just tell me and I'll give it a shot.))
And what a buzz it was! It hadn't been one of those little victories against people who didn't even count like lowly police or security staff, no, they had actually taken down a team of super heros! Sure, they weren't exactly A-List, but they weren't some bottom feeders either.
So once back at base, Prometheus found he couldn't sit still. He felt like going out and burning court house to the ground or something. Something entertaining like that. He had thrown off his cape, which was draped nicely over one of his ironic overly modern egg chairs and had begun to stride about the place. Without that cape, Prometheus was essentially wearing nothing more than a skin tight body suit with shoulder pads and gauntlets. And he looked good-his body had been trained to physical perfection, every muscle developed and on display. And of course, his ever present helmet, currently with the mouth guard raised. "That's not to say you weren't amazing. Because you were, I think I should make that clear. I mean, why would I pick you if you weren't?" He continued his constant rambling, before flinging his arms into the air above his head. "I've got electrical nuclear thunder shooting through my brain right now! Lets play music too loud and do something we should regret but won't because we're terrible people!"
Letting out a brief cackle, the super villain dropped into one of his egg chairs, causing it to spin a few times before he slapped his feet to the floor to cut the momentum out in an instant. "Any suggestions?"
((So, the basic idea here is that Prometheus and another super villain (i.e anyone replying) have just successfully pulled off some evil scheme or other and are now riding high on a buzz. Celebrations may thus take a frisky turn, but CR is cool too. Not to worry, he does take that helmet off. Or not. He's kinky like that.
Speaking of kinks, Adult ladies only (16+), and the standard no bathroom or animal disclaimer. Although Prometheus kid of digs a freaky bug lady at one point, so go ahead and throw in inhuman looking ladies. Prometheus is the kind of guy to be into a lot of kinky stuff though, so any particular kinks you want to work in, just tell me and I'll give it a shot.))