Post by Thaddeus Thawne on Jun 28, 2021 6:39:13 GMT -5
Participants: Thaddeus Thawne | Waylon Jones
Open/Closed: Closed
Location(s): The Iceberg Lounge
Time of Day: Evening
Weather: Muggy
Summary: Horrible bosses bring henchmen together
There was an unparalleled genius in the Thawne grand plan. A sophistication in the systematic dismantling of the Allen Legacy like nothing Thaddeus had seen it heard of before. He did loathe Eobard Thawne, but he also looked up to him. The unrivaled genius of covertly ripping the Flash’s Legacy apart from within the very walls of his great city, it was an astonishing notion. One which, so far was going quite well. The plan in its entirety was... Different. Not a notion the reviled clone had wholly considered, but also not so dissimilar to his own creator’s machinations. The guiding hand of politics would destroy the Flash. The gears of democracy would grind them all to dust. It was fascinating... Leadership was truly and firmly encoded in the Thawne DNA.
Though there was much respectand no small amount of fear for the Reverse Flash, Thaddeus couldn’t help but lament despairingly over his position as Eobard Thawne’s apprentice. The plan itself seemed fullproof and was logically sound, but his position in the grand scheme of things felt more like an errand boy. Professor Zoom wasn’t teaching him a single damned thing... No, he was instead relegated to doing chores for the Penguin, and he hated that very much. Then there was the most recent “errand” in San Francisco. One which was not a total failure, but quite messy... He’d made a fool of himself and gotten the whole damned city in an uproar. But, interestingly enough he made... A contact. Maybe, a potential ally? He wasn’t sure. But still, he had to report back to Penguin, and this wasn’t going to be fun...
He raced into the lounge with no small amount of dread. Past the bar, through the dining floor, and around the casino until he reached a spacious conference room on the second floor. He entered, though kept himself at pace such that he could analyze his surroundings and get a read on the room. It was a lush and lavish space, with bright velvet carpet embroidered in gold trimmings. A large circular table acted as the room’s centerpiece, and nestled within the center of it was a holographic projector. The table itself had no chairs, but the edges were molded to have golden yellow iceberg decals sprawling around the sides. The walls of the room were windowless and lined entirely in bookshelves apart from a rare assortment of statues and ornamental paintings. The hologram projected at the center of the table displayed a hazy blue image of Gotham City, from Burnley all the way to Coventry. Roughly a dozen of Cobblepot’s cronies surrounded the hologram, flocking together like lemmings. There were gangsters, goons, bureaucrats, lawyers and litigators all navigating through the hazy visage and discussing plans and financial interests for key locations across town. Looming over a hologram of Gothcorp was a man with greasy slicked hair and a pair of glasses with green swirls spiraling around the lenses. A purple scarf masked his face and draped itself over a simple black suit with purple gloves and a purple pocket square. Surrounding him were two gentlemen in plain suits, analyzing the same hologram he was. Twin Geishas in porcelain masks lurched past them wandering off to some far corner of the room where a glowing humanoid shape stood beside a marble statue of a penguin. The bizarre humanoid gave off a turquoise glow, and his whole body looked as though it were a plastic shell encasing blue jell-o which gave off some radioactive shine. This plastic jell-o man wore a white tie tuxedo and top hat with a cane and conversed with a man in a Tang suit. At the opposite end of the room was a whirring metallic shape. His face was a black skull floating in blood red helmet which hissed out a shrill respirator. He wore a scarlet robes and a cape, and was grouped with his own entourage of well dressed goons. Finally, at the head of the conference table was Penguin, his eyes were cold and his expression insinuated that he was particularly annoyed. “A pity you performed so poorly in California, young Thawne. What a debacle that was.” That silken voice, however honeyed it was, did little to hide the angry tinge of disgust he felt. It was an eloquent thinly veiled sort of anger, and Thaddeus could feel it pulsating off this ugly little creature. ”I did what I had to.” Was the simple protest Kid Zoom chirped back with an internal groan. “Your performance was sloppy and incompetent.” Penguin snapped back rather fiercely. He was in a fowl mood it seemed, and the speedster simply did not wish to deal with this. ”I completed it, didn’t it?” There might have been complications to the mission, some of which Thaddeus purposefully never mentioned, but at the end of the day he got the job done... He didn’t need this. The Professor told him off enough as is, why did this fat little gremlin need to talk down to him like that? It was infuriating. Thaddeus could’ve wiped Cobblepot out of the time-stream, but insufferable Eobard with his stupid commands..... “You were inadequate in the execution of your assignment. The inefficiency in which you completed your task made for a laggard time frame, and the message sent to the Brightborn Organization is insufficient to our means.” So, the blonde quietly brooded over Penguin’s reprimand. His posture sunk, and he simply glared at the carpet like a sulking toddler. “I will be reporting this failure to the Reverse Flash, I can assure you that.”
“Fortunately for you, despite your recent nonfeasance and failure, my organization has garnished favorable intelligence from the sordid fiasco. A new mission for you, dear boy. Failure, will not be tolerated.”
”Why don’t you have Mirror Master do it, then?” Thaddeus snarled back with an irritated glance. “Mirror Master is making preparations for an assassination contract in the Midwest - all other operatives are ensconced elsewhere; with more pressing matters to attend to.”
“You will be coupled with a more competent agent. One which will assure that the assignment is a success.” Penguin pressed a flipper to an intercom on the hologram’s console.
Open/Closed: Closed
Location(s): The Iceberg Lounge
Time of Day: Evening
Weather: Muggy
Summary: Horrible bosses bring henchmen together
There was an unparalleled genius in the Thawne grand plan. A sophistication in the systematic dismantling of the Allen Legacy like nothing Thaddeus had seen it heard of before. He did loathe Eobard Thawne, but he also looked up to him. The unrivaled genius of covertly ripping the Flash’s Legacy apart from within the very walls of his great city, it was an astonishing notion. One which, so far was going quite well. The plan in its entirety was... Different. Not a notion the reviled clone had wholly considered, but also not so dissimilar to his own creator’s machinations. The guiding hand of politics would destroy the Flash. The gears of democracy would grind them all to dust. It was fascinating... Leadership was truly and firmly encoded in the Thawne DNA.
Though there was much respect
He raced into the lounge with no small amount of dread. Past the bar, through the dining floor, and around the casino until he reached a spacious conference room on the second floor. He entered, though kept himself at pace such that he could analyze his surroundings and get a read on the room. It was a lush and lavish space, with bright velvet carpet embroidered in gold trimmings. A large circular table acted as the room’s centerpiece, and nestled within the center of it was a holographic projector. The table itself had no chairs, but the edges were molded to have golden yellow iceberg decals sprawling around the sides. The walls of the room were windowless and lined entirely in bookshelves apart from a rare assortment of statues and ornamental paintings. The hologram projected at the center of the table displayed a hazy blue image of Gotham City, from Burnley all the way to Coventry. Roughly a dozen of Cobblepot’s cronies surrounded the hologram, flocking together like lemmings. There were gangsters, goons, bureaucrats, lawyers and litigators all navigating through the hazy visage and discussing plans and financial interests for key locations across town. Looming over a hologram of Gothcorp was a man with greasy slicked hair and a pair of glasses with green swirls spiraling around the lenses. A purple scarf masked his face and draped itself over a simple black suit with purple gloves and a purple pocket square. Surrounding him were two gentlemen in plain suits, analyzing the same hologram he was. Twin Geishas in porcelain masks lurched past them wandering off to some far corner of the room where a glowing humanoid shape stood beside a marble statue of a penguin. The bizarre humanoid gave off a turquoise glow, and his whole body looked as though it were a plastic shell encasing blue jell-o which gave off some radioactive shine. This plastic jell-o man wore a white tie tuxedo and top hat with a cane and conversed with a man in a Tang suit. At the opposite end of the room was a whirring metallic shape. His face was a black skull floating in blood red helmet which hissed out a shrill respirator. He wore a scarlet robes and a cape, and was grouped with his own entourage of well dressed goons. Finally, at the head of the conference table was Penguin, his eyes were cold and his expression insinuated that he was particularly annoyed. “A pity you performed so poorly in California, young Thawne. What a debacle that was.” That silken voice, however honeyed it was, did little to hide the angry tinge of disgust he felt. It was an eloquent thinly veiled sort of anger, and Thaddeus could feel it pulsating off this ugly little creature. ”I did what I had to.” Was the simple protest Kid Zoom chirped back with an internal groan. “Your performance was sloppy and incompetent.” Penguin snapped back rather fiercely. He was in a fowl mood it seemed, and the speedster simply did not wish to deal with this. ”I completed it, didn’t it?” There might have been complications to the mission, some of which Thaddeus purposefully never mentioned, but at the end of the day he got the job done... He didn’t need this. The Professor told him off enough as is, why did this fat little gremlin need to talk down to him like that? It was infuriating. Thaddeus could’ve wiped Cobblepot out of the time-stream, but insufferable Eobard with his stupid commands..... “You were inadequate in the execution of your assignment. The inefficiency in which you completed your task made for a laggard time frame, and the message sent to the Brightborn Organization is insufficient to our means.” So, the blonde quietly brooded over Penguin’s reprimand. His posture sunk, and he simply glared at the carpet like a sulking toddler. “I will be reporting this failure to the Reverse Flash, I can assure you that.”
“Fortunately for you, despite your recent nonfeasance and failure, my organization has garnished favorable intelligence from the sordid fiasco. A new mission for you, dear boy. Failure, will not be tolerated.”
”Why don’t you have Mirror Master do it, then?” Thaddeus snarled back with an irritated glance. “Mirror Master is making preparations for an assassination contract in the Midwest - all other operatives are ensconced elsewhere; with more pressing matters to attend to.”
“You will be coupled with a more competent agent. One which will assure that the assignment is a success.” Penguin pressed a flipper to an intercom on the hologram’s console.
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