The Woods and Lake
Mar 14, 2017 14:57:30 GMT
Post by The Redeemer of Men on Mar 14, 2017 14:57:30 GMT
(OOC: I decided to go full villain. Admin weren't noticing their absence, so screw the rules, I have villainry! But one dead Olympian sounds about right. Also it is indeed a time bubble.)
The Redeemer looked a bit disappointed. 'I was actually hoping you would kill Hawkblade,' he told Thomas. Hawkblade's eyes went wide with fear. 'I wanted to talk to Pyrexia a bit more.' He shrugged, totally unconcerned. 'Oh well, what can you do?' he asked rhetorically.
He strolled over to the other Olympians and examined them. 'I'll keep them for now. They might be useful bargaining chips.' He placed a hand on them, and was gone. He returned a second later with his classic pulse. 'There, safe and sound.' He rubbed his hands. 'In case you're wondering, the vortex manipulator will be useful for all of us. I just need to get it now, but that's a job for another day.'
'As useful as Pyrexia was,' he said sarcastically; 'I need a higher Olympian. Someone more important. Like... Champion.' His eyes glowed and he looked supremely confident. 'Again, that's my little task for later. You did a good job at the Square. But Champion is beyond your abilities right now,' he said.
The Redeemer paused at Thomas' question. 'It's true, I can see no other way than killing Herbert Flynn.' He noticed Margarita's reaction, and her voice trembling. The Redeemer considered her for a second then turned to Thomas as if he hadn't noticed anything. 'Let's leave Flynn for now. He needs time to grieve for his friend,' he said, maybe ever so slightly unconvincingly. 'We'll decided what to do with him at some other time, soon,' he looked at Margarita briefly, then at Thomas. 'I promise,' he told Thomas. 'Maybe if you strain your powers, you might unlock the ability to store more.' He shrugged. 'If not...'
The Redeemer turned away suddenly, and touched his tree, battered and scarred by Chris' previous explosion. 'Anyway, I'll be in touch soon. Thank you for your help out there. Once I've spoken to some senior Olympians, I'll tell you what I'm planning. I need to know that it can work.'
With that, he pulsed and disappeared.
The Redeemer looked a bit disappointed. 'I was actually hoping you would kill Hawkblade,' he told Thomas. Hawkblade's eyes went wide with fear. 'I wanted to talk to Pyrexia a bit more.' He shrugged, totally unconcerned. 'Oh well, what can you do?' he asked rhetorically.
He strolled over to the other Olympians and examined them. 'I'll keep them for now. They might be useful bargaining chips.' He placed a hand on them, and was gone. He returned a second later with his classic pulse. 'There, safe and sound.' He rubbed his hands. 'In case you're wondering, the vortex manipulator will be useful for all of us. I just need to get it now, but that's a job for another day.'
'As useful as Pyrexia was,' he said sarcastically; 'I need a higher Olympian. Someone more important. Like... Champion.' His eyes glowed and he looked supremely confident. 'Again, that's my little task for later. You did a good job at the Square. But Champion is beyond your abilities right now,' he said.
The Redeemer paused at Thomas' question. 'It's true, I can see no other way than killing Herbert Flynn.' He noticed Margarita's reaction, and her voice trembling. The Redeemer considered her for a second then turned to Thomas as if he hadn't noticed anything. 'Let's leave Flynn for now. He needs time to grieve for his friend,' he said, maybe ever so slightly unconvincingly. 'We'll decided what to do with him at some other time, soon,' he looked at Margarita briefly, then at Thomas. 'I promise,' he told Thomas. 'Maybe if you strain your powers, you might unlock the ability to store more.' He shrugged. 'If not...'
The Redeemer turned away suddenly, and touched his tree, battered and scarred by Chris' previous explosion. 'Anyway, I'll be in touch soon. Thank you for your help out there. Once I've spoken to some senior Olympians, I'll tell you what I'm planning. I need to know that it can work.'
With that, he pulsed and disappeared.