Time passes much more quickly in Rohandor and many long and happy years have gone by since the characters retired to enjoy their respective 'happily ever afters,' their greatest foes were imprisoned in the Forever Stone, bound in an eternal sleep. Until Now.
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Place: New York Town, Harbor. Local Time: 10:47 PM.
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The flight from the Outback had been quiet and without event- even with a terrified Joanna squirming in her carrier the entire time. It had been a miracle that she'd even made it through customs- whatever paperwork the old man had whipped up must have been awfully convincing.
Something about the whole setup- now that he'd gained some distance from it, both physically and chronologically- had stricken him as odd. A random old man had hunted him down and offered him a larger-than-small fortune to capture an 'ancient creature' that just happened to be flying around in New York City. On paper it didn't read as being the most believable pitch he'd ever had given to him. But then he remembered the first time he'd ever heard of that damned Eagle; A giant golden bird.
While Marahute was an only slightly more realistic idea than bat-winged humanoids, the old codger had seemed convinced... and willing to pay a great sum of money for the privilege of having one brought to him.
Not to say there weren't reservations. Most of him had still expected to reach New York to find the whole thing to be a prank of some kind.
Joanna, of course, had spent most of the flight enduring vivid nightmares about a tall, gray figure wreathed in azure flames... but she could not convey these to McLeach, who probably wouldn't have listened anyway.
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McLeach- and a now-freed Joanna- now stood on the docks, the poacher looking out at the dark expanse of water.
Joanna, for her part, stared in the opposite direction at the glowing lights of the city as they pierced the night sky. It was an entirely different sort of majesty than either of them were used to seeing in the Outback; a fair tradeoff for the polluted, congested air.
"If I'm gonna be huntin' Bat-women in a big ol' crowded city..." McLeach said to Joanna, though it was mostly to hear his own thoughts spoken aloud, "... then I'm'a need some new toys."
Hunting down the Black Market wasn't too hard if one knew where to look. McLeach had sold enough pelts and other animal parts- even whole living creatures- to contacts in the States over the years. It hadn't taken him long to find them. Although some of these were pleasantly surprised to meet Percival in the flesh, none of them- as buyers themselves- had the sort of gear he was looking for. However, they were able to point him in the right direction.
The man with whom he was to meet tonight was apparently some sort of genius scientist who operated on the darker side of morality- just the sort of person he would need.
While Dr. Drakken had managed to escape his most recent encounter with Kim Possible with .... most of the cash he'd set out to obtain, he still needed more. It was expensive, trying to take over the world! Especially when that world was a bit expanded from the last time he'd tried to conquer it. Which meant that he'd decided to look into perhaps selling some of his inventions on the Black Market. Sure, they didn't always work properly, but that was mostly because Kim Possible somehow ended up mucking things up before he could truly accomplish his goals. With Kim Possible busy elsewhere, he'd have time to get himself properly established on the Black Market.
He wasn't terribly surprised when he'd been contacted by someone not long after setting up shop; a man wanted to sample some of his inventions, tonight, at the docks. Drakken was only too pleased to pose as his own assistant (to up confidence, of course; all evil geniuses had assistants, and since Shego wasn't currently around, he'd had to improvise) to set up the meeting.
They were supposed to meet at eleven at night, which was quite an odd time, if he stopped to think about it. Why not midnight? Midnight was much more suitable for this sort of thing. Drakken shrugged at the lack of proper drama that his potential buyer apparently possessed, but he wasn't here to educate the other on proper villainy; he was here to sell some of his inventions.
Drakken was waiting at the appointed meeting space, lurking in the shadows (the way any supervillain knew how; using the shadows for dramatic effect was Villainy 101, though he hadn't had a class in a while) as the man came upon him. It was still early, but he had the perfect opportunity and he took it.
Stepping out of the shadows, so that he was illuminated by the single streetlamp above them, Drakken spoke. "You are the man who has need of my inventions," he declared, sparing a glance for the .... strange lizard at the man's side. "I am Dr. Drakken, supervillain and genius. And you are....?" he trailed off, raising an eyebrow at the man. My, he was ... quite a bit larger than the scientist. Drakken hoped this deal didn't go south.
McLeach acknowledged the newcomer with a tip of his hat, Joanna crawling out to stand at his side. The lizard was perked up, her eyes squinting at the strange-looking man before them.
"Hm... gettin' an early start on the weirdos, huh Joanna?" the hunter muttered, raising an eyebrow at Drakken's bluish skin. At last, he stood up again, straightening his coat and walking across the dock to meet the peculiar-looking man. He extended his hand and took Drakken's to give it a firm shake.
"Percival C. McLeach, at yer service, my good man." He introduced himself with that standard grin of his- one he would have liked to present as amiable, but that only ever came off as downright creepy. "As for the 'inventions'; it's been my business to 'acquire' animals. Sometimes it's a hobby, sometimes I do it for... well, for the same reason you're sellin' off yer fancy gizmos." He explained. "Just so happens I'm after a certain tricky critter, an' the usual tools of the trade just ain't gonna cut it. I need somethin' with a bit more 'kick'." The smile that put so many ill at ease melted away, instead revealing a satistic grin. "I've been told this particular spook is pretty durable, so y'don't need to waste your time starting with anything but the big guns."
McLeach was not 100% sold on the credibility of this fellow who referred to himself as a 'supervillain', but he didn't need a list of credentials; all he needed was what his contacts in the Black Market had promised; a man who could provide the sort of firepower he required to get the job done.
"Aaand before I forget... just t' let you know I'm serious..." He reached into one of his coats inner pockets to procure a tightly bundled wad of dollar bills (of a particularly high value each). "Now, why don'cha show me what kind of fancy gadgets you've got for me?"
Drakken's jaw dropped at the sight of the roll of bills the other held out. Despite the fact that the hunter (poacher, whatever) didn't seem to properly appreciate the drama of villainy, he knew how to get someone's attention.
The other man's words caught Drakken off-guard for a moment. He could have started with inventions like the Silly Hats and worked his way up from there? He'd have to remember that in the future; that could be a very useful way of getting rid of some of his ... less than entirely useful inventions. Like the Silly Hats. Oh, sure, they'd been useful at the time, but with his defeat by the Possibles (curse that whole family!), they'd outlived his need for them.
He filed that idea away to peruse later; right now, he had business to attend to. Drakken was fond of his inventions, when they worked, but he was more than capable of recreating them. At least, that's what he told himself. But now it was time to get down to business.
"My new and improved gravatomic ray!" he crowed, producing said invention from somewhere in the shadows behind him, "It reverses the influence of gravity," he explained, turning the ray on and using a nearby trashcan to demonstrate. "Not only that, it can increase gravity on a given subject," he turned a dial and the trashcan went crashing back down to the ground. "But wait, there's more!" he added with a smirk, "It's also a powerful Moodulator. With the touch of a button, you can control the mood of the person in the beam's path!"
Last Edit: Oct 23, 2014 15:21:44 GMT -5 by Deleted
It was easy for McLeach to get lost in the moment, but he forced himself to keep his composure. He couldn't look like some kind of tourist, and he couldn't allow himself to be swindled out of his money.
As it was, he was already eyeing the devices incredulously; it could have been a fancy rig set up to look like some sort of anti-gravity gun...
McLeach had never- but never- seen any sorts of gadgets the likes of which Drakken was showing him now; guns that made things hover in the air, rays that altered the behavior of others- if only he'd had that a short while ago when he needed Joanna to stay on task.
... Now there was an idea...
"Tell ya what... let's give that Moodyacallit a real test." He gave Drakken an ominous little grin before nodding in Joanna's direction. "I been thinkin' about takin' ol' Joanna here to an Obedience School, but it just ain't in my budget. Maybe you can help us out." He said, stepping aside to leave Joanna directly in the line of fire.
Joanna blinked, having not paid much attention to any of the fancy words being thrown around by the blue man, but suddenly something felt very, very wrong. She looked up at McLeach, about to scramble up to him and climb him like she usually did, but found herself staring down the barrel of McLeach's shotgun.
"Be a good girl and sit still," the poacher said in a gentle purr that reeked of underlying malice, "'else we'll see how ya like takin' a shot from this instead."
Joanna gulped and tremblingly looked back at Drakken with a pleading expression on her face.
To say that this man was not unnerving, that he didn't make Drakken nervous (not that he'd ever admit it) would have been a bald-faced lie. True, Drakken was used to dealing with people larger than he was (and most of them had bigger hands, as Duff Killagin and Professor Dementor were only too happy to point out), but none of them were quite so ruthless as this man seemed to be. After all, even someone like Monkey Fist treated his ... pets (or were they minions?) better than his buyer treated his .... lizard thing.
But, he supposed that the man knew his pet better than Drakken, even though the strange creature was gazing at the scientist with what appeared to be pleading in its eyes. Unless he was seeing things, which was certainly possible.
"A demonstration!" he repeated, pulling a smirk onto his face to hid his momentary confusion. Glancing down at his modified gravatomic ray, Drakken pressed a few buttons, making sure that he was altering the Moodulator portion of the device. He set the Moodulator to "extreme sadness," took a deep breath, aimed the device at the odd lizard and "fired."
If all went well, the creature should exhibit signs of over-the-top sadness and depression. Otherwise, he'd have to offer his buyer another invention. And he did not want to have to resort to breaking out the Silly Hats. They were far too ... well, silly for this buyer.
The night air was illuminated by the eerie aura of the beeping lights of the machine, the device striking Joanna- not with force- but with "Science!".
The goanna lizard was still for a moment, as though waiting for an impact that never came. McLeach, too, was waiting for some manner of reaction. Furrowing his brow, the poacher was started by a sudden high-pitched whine as his beleaguered lizard companion.
As he watched, Joanna flopped face-down on the dock, sobbing absolute buckets to a point where it sounded as though someone had turned on a faucet to drain into the waters below. Pounding on the wood and bawling like a child, she rolled about until sprawling on her back.
"You call that high-tech?" McLeach demanded, shooting a sidelong glare at Drakken. "I can do that without some fancy ray-gun!"
Turning his attention on Joanna, he raised his hand in a threatening gesture.
"Joanna! You glorified handbag, if you don't quit yer squealin', I'll give ya somethin' to cry about! Now shut yer egg-slurpin' trap!"
Nothing happened. Joanna continued to cry in that melodramatic way as though McLeach hadn't said a word.
Blinking, McLeach let his hand fall as he turned to look at Drakken again.
"Huh. Guess I might'a made a mistake, doc. Seems ya got yerself a deal after all, provided y'can shut that darn thing off again." He said, dumbfounded as he turned his eyes back to Joanna.
For a moment, it appeared that the Gravulator? Moodatomic? ... newly modified Gravatomic/Moodulator ray wasn't going to have any influence on the lizard thing. Drakken was about to whip the ray out of sight and pull out another invention when the creature started bawling, managing enough tears to raise the level of the water below the docks. Well, not literally, but she certainly could have filled several buckets, the way she was weeping.
"Of course it works!" Drakken exclaimed, hiding his own amazement at that fact by appearing affronted. "I'm an evil genius; my devices always work."
.....okay, so that had been a lie. But this man didn't need to know that. He wanted to buy the Gravalator, provided Drakken could make his lizard stop weeping. With a smirk at his success, Drakken pointed the ray at the strange creature and "fired" once more, expecting her to stop crying at once.
Nothing happened.
A few muttered curses and some fiddling later, the self-proclaimed evil genius tried again, aiming at the lizard and pulling what passed for a trigger on his device. This time, something happened, but it wasn't quite the desired result. Instead of using the Moodulator setting, Drakken had switched to gravity control. The still-sobbing lizard flew into the air, at which point Drakken hit the ray gun, activating the neutral setting on both the Moodulator and the gravity control.
"Just a minor technical glitch," he said by way of explanation, "I just have to recalibrate it." And without further ado, Drakken whipped a screwdriver out from underneath his coat. He tightened a few screws and made a big show of going through the various settings.
After a few more moments of fiddling, he held out the device to McCleach, pronouncing, "Good as new."
((OOC: Let me know if this is okay! Everything seemed to be going too smoothly, and it almost never does, for Drakken. ^^))
McLeach watched Drakken struggle with the machine. For a moment, he was worried that it was going to explode or something... he still didn't completely trust these newfangled gadgets. As it was, they were making a bigger racket than McLeach would have liked,
However, after the scientist made his adjustments, he accepted the weapon and turned it on Joanna once again. Frowning, he turned a few knobs and flipped some switches before finally pulling the trigger.
The resulting blast brought the hovering goanna lizard careening down from the air. A loud crash rang out as Joanna fell through the dock and into the water below.
"Joanna, you stupid slimy-" McLeach snarled, quickly kneeling beside the resulting hole and grabbing the tail now breaking the surface of the water.
Likely surprising no one, Joanna came up out of the water still sobbing buckets. One might wonder where the tears were even coming from, considering no living creature could have that much water in them.
Nevertheless, McLeach dropped the lizard back down on the dock and flipped the switch he'd seen Drakken throw earlier. Aiming it at her again, he pulled the trigger.
All at once, Joanna perked up as though she'd been poked in the ribs, the sobbing countenance immediately leaving her face.
"Hmm... now that's better." He smirked, letting the device hang at his side before casting a glare at Drakken.
"Where'll I be able t' find you, Drakken?" He asked, furrowing his brow. "I mean, in case somethin' goes wrong? Probably best to tell me now... you wouldn't want me to have to come and find you."
Drakken watched as his client (ooooh, he had clients now!) fiddled with the Gravulator (he was really going to have to think of a better name, if he made more of those), testing it out on his lizard once more. Thank goodness it had worked when McLeach had tried it or Drakken would have had to figure out something else that would be equally as useful to the poacher.
It seemed that he was satisfied with that item, and Drakken wasn't sure whether or not to offer anything else. This man seemed to be the sort that would make demands and expect them to be fulfilled, rather than waiting for other people to offer him anything.
Sure enough, before Drakken could make a decision on that front, McLeach had asked him where he'd be able to find the evil doctor, should anything go wrong. If luck was on Drakken's side, nothing would go wrong. But luck was so very rarely with him that he tried to plan for his plans to go belly up. It didn't always work, but now and then, he'd managed to have a contingency plan in place for when Kim Possible managed to defeat him.
This time, though, he wasn't the one that would be using his devices. And they were on a completely different part of the Isle; Kim Possible couldn't possibly get here in time to thwart....whatever this man had planned.
"I've been using my mobile lair," he replied to the question, "but if you call this number," he whipped out a card and presented it to McLeach, "You'll be able to get hold of me, wherever I am." Okay, so that was a little bit of a lie; it wouldn't work if he was on another Isle. But as long as he was on the Isle of the Statue, McLeach would be able to reach him.
Even such things as modern telephones were a bit advanced for McLeach... but with his acquisition of this strange new device, he'd taken what could be considered his first step into that more advanced world.
"Hm..." He nodded, taking the card from the blue-skinned man and pocketing it in his overcoat. It was tempting- VERY tempting- to turn this gun on its creator- save himself a pile of cash. But then again, with his luck the weapon would malfunction again. Perhaps Drakken even had some failsafe in case such a thing happened- or would have put one in the weapon if he had a brain in his head (then again, this was debatable).
Glancing back at Joanna, he shrugged and dropped the gun into the lizard's small arms. She let out a squeak of dismay, swaying this way and that but barely managing to keep her footing.
With a smirk, McLeach looked back up to Drakken, trying to hide his prior thoughts. The last thing he needed was a presumptive repeat-distributor like this- odd and goofy as he might have appeared- to suffer from some manner of 'accident'.
"Keep an ear open, doc. I might be seein' ya again real soon."
He drew out that large stack of bills again, fanning out a good half of the stack and dropping it into Drakken's gloved hands. The rest, he stuffed back into his pocket. That should be enough to cover his fancy ray gun... or at least half.
"We'll talk about the rest once I've bagged me one flying lizard." He said, glancing reassuringly down at Joanna, assuring her she wasn't who he meant.
With that, he turned on his booted heel, making his way back down the dock and toward a rickety old pick-up truck he'd managed to acquire. It didn't have a giant cage attached to it, but it suited him well enough.
Hopping into the truck, he poked his head out the window, giving the doctor one final unsettling grin before starting it up, and disappearing into the night mists.
He had some long nights ahead of him.
McLeach Exits
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The scientist watched as the other man fanned out a very large quantity of bills, trying to keep his eyes from bugging out of his head. That was a lot of money. And the man had been talking about offering him more money, if all went well with the .... flying lizard. Wait a moment, this guy was trying to bag himself a flying lizard? They had those on the Isle of the Statue? Was that like some sort of mini dragon?
Drakken shrugged internally; he didn't have to deal with the flying lizard, so why should he really care about it? And the fact of the matter was, he didn't. Well, unless it got in the way of his schemes. Then he'd deal with it.
McLeach headed away from him, down the docks to a waiting pickup truck and the scientist breathed a sigh of relief. Sure, he was an evil genius, but the poacher gave even him the creeps. And that was saying something.
It was at that point that McLeach sent another grin in the evil genius' direction, making Drakken shudder. It was a good thing that Commodore Puddles wasn't here; the poodle would be just as disturbed as his master by that man. But, he'd paid Drakken well, and this would help keep him in science and, well, food, for quite a while.
Drakken packed up his inventions and headed back to his mobile lab, whistling as he worked.
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Professor Ratigan: 'Twas a good trip! I'm sad it's over, but at the same time I'm glad to be back home so I can finish up my cosplays for a con next month and hang out with my cats
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Basil of Baker Street: Hope the cosplay goes well. I'm putting away a little extra for a con in a few weeks. and yay cats, they're always good company. Except for that one who slaps me unprovoked XD. So what cosplays do you have in mind unless they're secret?
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Professor Ratigan: I'm cosplaying Pearl from Steven Universe and Joseph Joestar from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure!
Jul 26, 2018 23:16:41 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I'm almost done both of them, I just have to finish styling Pearl's wig and fix up Joseph's gloves and wristbands
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Basil of Baker Street: Awesome. Had to look up Jojo because I'm not hip with the modern pop culture but I hope they turn out well.
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Professor Ratigan: I only just started watching the anime last year and I haven't even touched the manga, so I'm barely hip with it lol. fortunately I have my cosplay buddy guiding me through the whole experience
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Professor Ratigan: also I finally finished the gloves! They were more of a pain to work with than I expected, but they'll hold together... I hope...
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Basil of Baker Street: Niceness. Hoping they hold also. Got the Dublin comic con next Saturday here. Hoping to meet Karl Urban.
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Professor Ratigan: Cool! I think he's coming to my city in the fall, if I remember correctly. Hope you enjoy the con, Daryl!
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Basil of Baker Street: I spoke too soon. Karl Urban had to cancel for schedule conflicts. They got Nick Frost though, I'm gonna ask him if he'll sign my Hot Fuzz.
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Professor Ratigan: Dang! Nick Frost is great though, I love his character in Into the Badlands
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