Kal shrugs, “Why don’t we relax, and get back to the-”
Snap! Crackle! Zap!*
Thor waves his hammer and the group of teens and himself are once again back in Teen Justice Tower, in the living room of all places. Thor then takes a seat to rest, as he looks a little drained from the day’s activities, “I almost didn’t make my little dinner date with Ares, I was too busy trying to keep Jormungand under control… there is nothing worse then trying to restrain a snake that circles the very world itself…” he sighs closing his eyes, Mjolnir resting across his lap.
Kal listens to Anika and Karen, “Hey I am sorry, I guess I didn’t want people to treat me differently if they knew I was a god, I just wanted to be like everyone else.”
Gadget flops onto a bean bag chair staring up at the ceiling, “I wonder where Nightchild is?”
“Right here,” Nightchild says, coming from the balcony, “there was a disturbance in China Town but White Dragon seems pretty capable of handling it,” He turns to Mark and company, “Legacy we have extra beds and stuff if you need to rest, at least until we figure how to get you home, where you belong.”
Aris watches Anika step away and stays close to Ryan, trying to comfort him.
Danger Girl removes her helmet, “Well I need to get out of this armor, Mark could you give me a hand?”
Jimmy looks around curiously, “I feel so lost right now…”
Nightchild walks across the room, “I am going to check on my grandmother, if I am not home in an hour she may start get worried. Danger Girl keep me on call, Teen Justice good job out there today… Legacy thanks for the help.”
He walks back to the balcony.
Earth: Legacy
Ibiza in the evening
Bishop watches as his peers as eat the food, resting his eyes on first the elite heir, Hildalgo Valdez; an attractive man with swarthy skin and long silken hair. The elite is meticulous in his dress and he never wears the same Ivana Renoir original more then once. He is a modern prince among the new gods, and a public face lobbying for more equitable terms for those innocent Pantheon members who had been incarcerated nonetheless.
Next to Hidalgo sits one of the more notorious members of the movement, Razor. He is tall and lanky with skin that shines with a metallic sheen. His hair is like metallic strands cascading down his back, he did not need to eat, so he busies himself by reading the digital news medium in silence.
Across from Razor sits another familiar face, that of Synapse. One of the escapees in the Eden facility disaster she found her way to Bishop after she heard he had reformed the movement; with the loss of both Metatron and Cardinal much of the movement had crumbled. But she knew that if anyone could rebuild the movement it would be him.
Bishop finally clears his throat, “I am glad that you could all come, fellow brothers and sisters. We have important business-”
The door to the private dining hall slams open as a corpulent woman flops onto the floor. She rolls and tries to stand, her dark hair mussed, and her gown wrinkled from rough treatment. Standing in the doorway was the ominous figure of Phase, her lower arms replaced with cybernetic limbs.
“Bishop this wretch requests an audience with you,” Phase hisses pointing her pistols at the fat woman.
Bishop stands, “Stay your hand Templar, what does this woman want with me?”
The woman smoothes out her dress, “Oh just consider me a prodigal daughter,” the woman replies with a sneer, “by the way Phase, I like your new arms… who knew little McKain had the ability to disrupt your power?”
Phase narrows her eyes, “How-”
Bishop looks on curiosly, “Templar that is all, return to your post.”
Phase nods and turns away from the gathered elites and closes the door behind her. Bishop gestures for the woman to take a seat, “Please sit down, Neuro.”
Razor wrinkles his face in surprise, “Isn’t he dead?”
“We killed his physical body yes, but it seems somehow his conscious lived on, I was as surprised as you all, but this corpulent woman is Neuro,” Bishop replies.
Synapse smiles, “An improvement if you ask me.”
Neuro grins, “Oh flattery will get you anywhere my dear Synapse,” he gestures, “So Bishop, what is on the agenda?”
“If the elite agenda is to be furthered we need a place where we can truly be elites, and not just puppets for the baselines to parade about. What the UNETF did to me down in Eden, I will return a thousand fold. But we need to strengthen the movement, get the word out, Cardinal may have been a false prophet, but my vision will be reality,” Bishop speaks calmly.
“Interesting,” Neuro speaks her mouth filled with food, “at a glance I looked over a list of investors and companies that invested in the construction of Eden. The Mitchell Foundation topped the list…”
Synapse chokes, “The Mitchell Foundation? You must be crazy…”
“Actually I am not crazy,” Neuro chortles, “I am quite sure it would be an easy task. I mean do you think… why don’t I just show you-” the woman’s body collapses into the food with a sickening plop!
A servant standing by the door starts laughing. “I can go anywhere, and be anyone. We don’t have to destroy the Mitchell Foundation, they are just in need of a hostile takeover…”
Bishop nods, “Impressive…” he mouths.
Hidalgo nods, “I am impressed as well. The Mitchell Foundation would provide us with great funding, and ruining his name would be a great start to weakening our enemies. Brother Bishop, perhaps it is time that we outline our plan for Utopia?”
Bishop smiles, “That was next on the agenda…”
