Calling all Villains!

(Alright guys, finally got this up. SO sorry it took so long! D=)

Open To: Any interested villains. NO heroes allowed!
Characters Appearing: Alissa Harcorte, Dar Thle Golas, Necati Illuminari, Matthew Kennedy, Chrysalis, Chameleon, Fake, any other villains interested.
Summary: Alissa has been bested by the Titans, and she wants revenge. To get it, she has called together a shady gathering of villains from all over town, with one common goal; to see the heroes of Jump City taken down.
Time: Around 7.45pm.

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Alissa sat calmly on a nearby railing. It wasn't much of a place to plot villainous acts, but for a large gathering like this, it was the safest place. She would have to fit this warehouse out with some more suitable technology, if it was going to serve as their headquarters. She had already taken care of communication; beside her was a small pile of rectangular devices, not unlike the Slivers' communicators. They had been designed to clip onto one's wrist and were voice-activated, making them easy to use at a moment's notice. After all, Alissa knew that some 'villains' were really nothing more than dumb muscle, and could barely operate a simple phone.

Putting these thoughts out of her mind, just in case there was another telepath among them, Alissa started out into the crowd. There were a lot of people here.

Well, that's what you wanted, isn't it? She asked herself.

Gathering her thoughts, the blonde called the gathering to order. Taking a deep breath, she began to speak.

'Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I'm sure you all know why I've called you here today. We all have a common enemy; the so-called heroes of this city. The Teen Titans and the Slivers. They are many, and together they are strong, but separated they are nothing but overconfident teenagers. We are here to dispose of them, and we shall do so.'

Alissa paused, gauging her allies' reactions. They seemed interested, so she continued.

'We will have to be careful. We will confuse them, draw them out, have them questioning themselves and their teammates. When they can no longer trust each other, we will strike. We will pick them off one by one, starting with the weakest and the least confident. We will anger the stronger ones until they make mistakes, and then we will take them down too. We will finish the legacy of these 'heroes'' - Alissa spoke the word as if she was saying 'rat' - 'until Jump City remembers them as the weak cowards who were defeated by what they call villains.'

Alissa stopped, waiting for a reaction. She doubted this crowd would follow her that easily. After all, it would be boring if they did.

(Sorry it's so short and rushed, guys. >.<)

"Will we be paid for killing them?" Dar actually had more money than he would ever know how to spend, but collecting money was still a fun hobby.

He was not wearing his armor, but rather his civilian clothing and trench coat. He wasn't sure if he could trust these people with the fact that he was, in fact, from Apokalips. "And how do we know we can trust each other?"

Mal'Zahar wasn't so sure this plan would suit the needs of his companion. They both agreed that this was an opportunity they could not miss. A chance to get rid of the toughest opposition and pave the way for their other agenda. He would leave the details of this arrangement to the Princess and whether or not they would share their hidden agenda was also her decision. He was here because he liked the idea, the words the lady spoke only complimented what he felt. At the back of the crowd, disguised as a usual thug, not that it made much difference with his own appearance, he listened to the words spoken.

“Who cares about materialistic things, or pathetic human relation traits. This plan of hers will finally rid us of those Titans and we can probably have a little fun while executing it too.”

He replied to the tall white haired guy in front of him. So even these men and woman displayed emotions and other traits associated with regular sentient life. Pity...

“The girl is right and I say we listen to her plan in greater detail. What do we have to lose that we haven't already lost?”

Alissa smiled. This bunch might be more interesting than the Titans themselves. She stepped forward with her hands out in a placating gesture, knowing exactly what the problem was with both men. She could hear their thoughts after all.

'Now, now, gentlemen. If you want to be paid,' Alissa said to Dar, 'then I will pay you. You can name your price... After the Titans and Slivers are dead. As for trust, it is your choice to give us information about yourself. I know I don't care where you come from or where you're going, as long as we still have a common goal.'

With that, she turned to Mal'Zahar. 'Some of us care, some don't. I'll cater for all your needs, within reason, of course. As long as we can all agree that our enemies are our first priority, we're all equal, on my watch.'

The blonde's first priority here was organising her little band of baddies, so she didn't pay much attention when she heard Chameleon thinking about his 'hidden agenda'. She didn't care much anyway. What could he be doing that was so bad anyway?

"How about not," hissed a voice, that sounded like nails scratching a chalkboard mixed with feathers falling from the sky. The softness of Chrysalis' voice was so eerie that it still struck fear, because anything that calm sounding could be pegged as being up to no good. Stepping forth was the pink and white princess of Insectia - more accomplished villains watched her figure and analyzed her being, while mindless goons cowered away and gave her the right of way, for she was obviously not of this planet. In fact, her home planet was light years away.

She sort of floated through the gathering of villains, trying to make her way to the front as well. She didn't leave her lair to stand in the crowd and be just another face; she came to help make decisions and optimize her benefit from this entire villain encounter. The nearsightedness of these makeshift allies was slightly upsetting, though - their sights were set entirely too low. They were plotting to capture Jump City, while she planned on conquering the world. No matter, though. She'd rather keep them in their myopic state of mind now then have to compete with them later. Mali was somewhere in here too... blending in, most likely.

"We aren't here to see what others can do. If you don't think your powers can compete with the rest of us, then you shouldn't be here anyway. If you're confident in your abilities, they'll be seen in due time," was the ending of the little speech from the princess of Insectia. It might have sounded a tad bit inspirational, but it served more than one purpose: for one, she didn't want any of these others to know exactly what she was capable of doing yet. Besides, she didn't have time for everyone to go through their abilities, watching four people fly, another four lift up boulders with a single hand, and then maybe twenty or so shoot out fire from their hands. Boring. From what Chameleon had told her, abilities on this planet were common and repetitive. If this character didn't know that yet, he might serve as more of a hindrance to the greater cause than he proved to help it.

As she made it to the front of the crowd, she could feel the raw emotion of a few of the members of the crowd. The fear was invigorating! It fed her! And she could tell where it came from, too. A couple of Earth gangsters standing over in the corner, having never seen an Alien before (at least not this close-up and personal), hoping that she didn't look in their direction. But she decided to do them one better; she snapped her neck to look at them and shot her two tongues out at them, making a screeching noise that was only trumped by the girly screams of the two twenty-something-year-olds. They hightailed it out of meeting, deciding the pay wasn't worth it. Chrysalis had had her fun for the day. She reeled her tongue back in, sensing that she had frightened a few more people in attendance... but she wouldn't address them today. But they certainly be addressed - for like Kaiser Adal Ehrlichmann, Chrysalis refused to work with any slouches, cowards, or wimps.

All these people are wierd, Dar thought. He would enjoy working with them.

Sitting in the front row, he was now uncomfortably close to the presentational newcomer. He thought about just sitting there like a dumb thug to avoid attention, until he realized that nobody had introduced themselves yet. The Teen Titans themselves could be sitting among them for all Dar knew.

Dar stayed sitting, but turned so everyone could see him.

"Um...I guess I'll start the introductions off. I'm called Dar. I'm a heavy hitter and I don't go down easily. That is all you need to know about me. Next."

Mal'Zahar watched as Chrysalis scared all the thugs away. Right now he was the only one left in the dwindling crowd. He felt a bit exposed, since his cover had lost it's purpose now. To his surprise the being that he had met, if you could call it meeting, at his bank incident appeared in the same way as he did before. At least to his eyes it was, maybe a bit less spectacular. Another amongs the crowd seemed to show interest, and they apparently knew each other. A display of power, some sort of religious symbol, followed as the two traded more words.

"I've seen them argue, even fight amongst their own ranks. Maybe a rivalry between the different branches. Something we shouldn't be doing."

He emphasized the latter part.

"If we focus on one branch at a time we won't risk them uniting completely, at least for now. Apart from that the only thing that would matter is to lure them away from their hideouts. When we manage that they won't stand a chance against our combined strength."

If the 'good' guys fought amongst their own there was no chance this group would not do the same. Still, he hoped to at least make a point, or something to say I told you so if the need arised.

Dar wondered how many people in this room would still be here by the end of the night. Several had run out, and that wierd guy with an accent had just killed someone. Dar didn't want anyone to kill him, so he began watching everyone a little bit closer.

"Branches? I thought we were fighting the Teen Titans, not trees."

Why wasn't the leader helping to calm this craziness?

Alissa raised her eyebrows at the mess. This was going to take some work. And the white-haired guy didn't seem to be the sharpest knife in the bunch. The young genius stepped forward, into the middle of the arguing villains. She would have to think of some kind of structure to keep these people from squabbling. Hoping to calm the fight quickly, Alissa nodded at Chameleon. He had made a good point.

'Our friend here is right. We shouldn't be fighting, we should be planning. I assure you, we will all get our chance to fight in the near future. But we need to remember that here, we're among allies.'

The girl spoke firmly, with a more serious tone than before. The crowd had dispersed, and now it was just her and the other superpowered villains. She waited, staring at them all with a passive but slightly challenging expression, as if to say, 'Are we going to fight all night or are we going to get on with it?'

OOC: Are we going to start missions soon?

(Yes, yes. When you guys reply, maybe... You can all agree not to fight and I will send you out to go kill someone.)