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Who: Red X
What: A certain Tamaranean stumbles onto Slade's hide-out. Red X greets her.
Where: Outside Slade's underground bunker.
When: After this.
Interaction: Blackfire
Warnings: TBD.
Four days. Four fucking days, and nothing was happening. Slade had said that he was paying him to do "more than babysit his robots," but with the complete and utter lack of anything to do, Red X was beginning to doubt Slade's words. He had removed his suit a few times to wash it, and steered clear of the cameras to avoid revealing his face. It had been a while since he had bathed, and now that the suit was once again clean, it felt nice to wear it again with the dirt and grime gone. The new super-xenothium worked wonderfully; he had no idea how Slade acquired it, but with it his powers were more potent, and only drew a percentage of the xenothium per usage that the less concentrated solution. He noted, however, that it was far more unstable; one misplaced bullet that exploded the canister would result in quite a massive explosion. Oh well. Red X, despite his performance with Slade, knew how to avoid bullets.
While he was here, he scouted out Slade's small subterranean fortress. It had quite the set-up; automated defenses, blackout generators that prevented satellites from finding the entrance, and a watchdog network set to monitor all unfiltered communication between the Titans. Red X had to give it to him; he certainly was dedicated.
From monitoring their communications, he had found out about Brainiac 5 and Jinx. Jinx... so, she finally did switch sides. What a fool... was it because she kept losing? Was she going by the mantra of "If you can't beat them, join them"? Sounds like something she would do, from what he heard. How sad.
Red X finally had had enough by the fourth day. He had serious cabin fever, and he needed to get out for a bit. Pulling the suit on, brushing his hair back, and folding the clean mask over his face, he is greeted by the familiar heads-up display of the mask's interior. The suit smells clean and fresh, with a hint of fabric softener on the interior. Even if Slade wasn't paying him, hygiene was certainly worth the temporary alliance.
Red X exited the inconspicuous location of the entrance; a maintenance hatch near a pier overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, with Gotham's illuminated, city-scape silhouette against the horizon. The smell of the sea hit his nostrils, as the lighthouse above circled its light above him. He never figured Slade for a lover of the sea, but who cares? It was a nice location. He didn't mind the sound of seagulls, either.
What: A certain Tamaranean stumbles onto Slade's hide-out. Red X greets her.
Where: Outside Slade's underground bunker.
When: After this.
Interaction: Blackfire
Warnings: TBD.
Four days. Four fucking days, and nothing was happening. Slade had said that he was paying him to do "more than babysit his robots," but with the complete and utter lack of anything to do, Red X was beginning to doubt Slade's words. He had removed his suit a few times to wash it, and steered clear of the cameras to avoid revealing his face. It had been a while since he had bathed, and now that the suit was once again clean, it felt nice to wear it again with the dirt and grime gone. The new super-xenothium worked wonderfully; he had no idea how Slade acquired it, but with it his powers were more potent, and only drew a percentage of the xenothium per usage that the less concentrated solution. He noted, however, that it was far more unstable; one misplaced bullet that exploded the canister would result in quite a massive explosion. Oh well. Red X, despite his performance with Slade, knew how to avoid bullets.
While he was here, he scouted out Slade's small subterranean fortress. It had quite the set-up; automated defenses, blackout generators that prevented satellites from finding the entrance, and a watchdog network set to monitor all unfiltered communication between the Titans. Red X had to give it to him; he certainly was dedicated.
From monitoring their communications, he had found out about Brainiac 5 and Jinx. Jinx... so, she finally did switch sides. What a fool... was it because she kept losing? Was she going by the mantra of "If you can't beat them, join them"? Sounds like something she would do, from what he heard. How sad.
Red X finally had had enough by the fourth day. He had serious cabin fever, and he needed to get out for a bit. Pulling the suit on, brushing his hair back, and folding the clean mask over his face, he is greeted by the familiar heads-up display of the mask's interior. The suit smells clean and fresh, with a hint of fabric softener on the interior. Even if Slade wasn't paying him, hygiene was certainly worth the temporary alliance.
Red X exited the inconspicuous location of the entrance; a maintenance hatch near a pier overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, with Gotham's illuminated, city-scape silhouette against the horizon. The smell of the sea hit his nostrils, as the lighthouse above circled its light above him. He never figured Slade for a lover of the sea, but who cares? It was a nice location. He didn't mind the sound of seagulls, either.