Open RP in Bitchiwitch: Calling all Villains!

[red_war_rider]

War rode her Harley straight through the portrait that guarded the door to the Bitchiwitch common room, causing the sweet little forest animals to run screaming from the frame as the canvas shredded under her tires

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[primediscordian]

"You are so very very obvious," she says from the door, and huffs a little sigh.

[red_war_rider]

War turned to view the newcomer. "Mee-ow, dearie. Well, it looks like this house does have a mascot after all." She smiled, long and slow. "Are you here for the housewarming, or did you just come to bitch at me to make me feel good?"

[primediscordian]

"Oh honestly, don't you recognize me? It's me, War. Chaos. I know this particular body isn't one of my favorites, but that little bastard of a brother has lifted my powers for the duration." She puts her hands on her hips, one shot out to the side.

[red_war_rider]

War did something she rarely did. She giggled. "Of course it's you, Eris. Don't I get to have a little fun while I'm here?" She grinned. "I was about to offer you a drink, too, but I'm not too sure. Oh, hell, why not? What'll you have?"

"And he took your powers?!? I didn't know the bugger could do that." She looked around. "Is he here too, then? 'Cause I mean, hey, isn't one personification of war enough?"

[aquilus_albel]

*Albel wanders in (after finally getting rid of all that butter). He doesn't quite think of himself as a villain, but he usually relates to villains more than he does to the people he would, had he lived on Earth circa 1950 AD, think of as his goodie-two-shoes friends. And he's definitely a malcontent. He has declined to wear red leather, but is just as extensively armed as normal (or so he thinks, never having met, say, Disc assassins) - after all, he has some weaponry that is, as it were, built in. He looks around.*

Did someone put out a call for malcontents?

[red_war_rider]

War waved to the new guy from her chair, where she was chatting with Eris. "Thanks for coming!" she called. "So who are you, and what did you bring me?"

[aquilus_albel]

The name's Albel Nox. Albel the Wicked to my enemies. And as to what I've brought you... *He holds up a case labelled in Klausian writing. In Albel's short time of being connected to the universe at large, he's discovered that Klaus IV produces some of the best liquor in the galaxy.*

[red_war_rider]

"Thanks," she replied. "What makes you wicked?"

[degeneratewolfe]

Valentine reads over the letter, smiling thoughtfully. Red leather and weaponry... how quaint. However, it might be interesting to see who would attend, and how much chaos he can cause. He sends back an owl of his own:

My dear "War,"

I would be pleased to bring refreshments to this party of yours.

Sincerely,

Lord Valentine Wolfe, Slytherin.

return owl to Wolfe

[red_war_rider]

return owl to Wolfe:

Hi, Vi!

Bring whatever the hell you want. Glad to have you.

-- War

[daxtastic]

Dax was quite amused when she received the owl. While some people got post addressed to previous residents, Dax got post meant for previous entities. She hadn't been a full fledged villain for at least two lifetimes (though Curzon Dax certainly had his moments).

Still, a party was a party!

"Hello there. Hope Scotch is apropos."

[red_war_rider]

War was delighted when Dax showed up. She wasn't expecting someone as wholesome looking as this at all. She loved it. She grinned at Dax, and walked up to welcome her.

"Hell, yes. Scotch is always apropos. How old is it?"

[daxtastic]

"22, maybe?" She wiped a bit of dust off the label. "Oh, that's 322. Which I didn't know was possible, but when in Balosnee VI, as they say."

Dax grinned back, and held out a hand. "Jadzia Dax. I'm sorry, but have we met? You seem familiar."

[red_war_rider]

"Nice," War replied. She took the hand, and shook it. "War. We probably have - just not directly. So, Jadzia, what's your favorite weapon?"