The Twilight Of The Gods

Azula would find the door slammed in her face, the mask on the door staring at her with it's dark eyes. Sighs of relief could be heard on the other side of the door.

Azula chuckled slightly. "Of course, having said I would not burn any of them..." She raised her voice to be sure they would hear her. "I said nothing of their door!"

edited 19th Apr '11 5:23:36 PM by MystyGlyttyr

Percer frowned as the door closed. He then got ready to swing his bus sized sword at the mask. "Release mine friend, or prepareth for thy death." A murderous aura emanated from his body, cutting grooves upon the floor with his killing intent.

Sergeant Guy still swung on the pipe held by Percer. There where the inanimate bodies of Shy Guys laying around the door, either parylised or unconscious.

At the mention of the door being burned the conversation of the Shy Guys seemed to turn to that of worry, they still didn't come out though.

Harry would find himself dragged across the room, behind some building blocks.

"Why am I near LEG Os?"

The Shy Guys all shrugged at the mention of Lego, they dragged him further back, pushing the blocks along to hide him.

Maleficent blasted the incoming bomb with well timed fireball before it was even close to. I suspect mind control to be at work here, she thought. Oddly, I don't feel any magic coming off of him.....

General Guy threw another bomb at Maleficient before running over to the tank, trying to kick-start the lightbulb.

Doom, having grown weary of the direction the conversations had been going, had long since retired to his chambers. The Latverian monarch slouched within his throne and drummed his fingers on the armrest in a display of uncharacteristic lethargy; his gaze drifted to the laser pistol holstered at his hip, and for a moment he wondered whether or not it might be worth it to simply take the gun and blow his own brains out. If nothing else, it would spare him from having to sit through this intolerable insanity and chaos for any longer...

He quickly decided against it, however; suicide, especially by means of something as basic as shooting oneself in the head, was beneath Doom...and even if it were not, he had no doubt that the Nomads would almost certainly interfere.

Percer struck at the door, 2 tons of metal screaming for blood.

— A burble of code reached the Latverian monarch's ears, slowing down enough to be understood. —

-#This Is Megatron. We Have Something To Discuss.#-

Doom suppressed the urge to groan, and opened a tight-beam communication to the Decepticon; no one would be able to eavesdrop on the conversation, thanks to the flawless encryption system.

"What matter is this, Cybertronian?"

-# The Cooperative Punishment Meted Out By Myself, The Kryptonian, And Yourself. What Is Your Repeated Meme On The Implications Of That Incident? #-

"Beyond the fact that the lich was repulsive and arrogant enough to earn the collective ires of all present, and that we each came to the conclusion that this prison would be more easily endured without his presence within it?"

- # The Fact That Three Came To The Same Decision, Agreed Upon It, And Then Executed It, All At The Same Time, Where Four And Five Caused Bickering Is Significant, Latverian. #-

Though Megatron could not see the gesture, Doom had straightened up fractionally and steepled his fingers. "Then would I be correct in assuming that you are proposing the formation of a triumvirate between you, I and the Kryptonian?"

— Within the pale light of his lair and factory, could faintly be seen the dimming of the red orbs and the cold gleam of the jawplates.—

-# That Is Correct, Doctor.#-

edited 20th Apr '11 7:42:51 AM by Colonial1.1

The Shocker Rider continued on his walk around the All-Lair.

Having already made up his mind on the subject earlier when they had been discussing an alliance of five rather than three, Doom's hesitation could be measured in nanoseconds.

"Very well."

The door made a loud creak as the blade hit, soon, a loud cracking sound could he heard. The mask on the front of the door breaking too.

The Guys chatter became even more panicked now, but they still didn't bring Harry out.

As if there is any sorceress who is not thinking she is incredible, thought Fawful, rolling his eyes behind his glasses as he watched the fight.

"So, the boy of paleness released you and you were helping of him to get his villainous start. What were you doing to make him reseal you, hm?"

— A burble of code reaches the ears of Zod, once again slowed down enough to discern its content.—

- #Kryptonian,The Latverian And I Have A Matter Of Importance To Discuss With You.# -

-Zod used the lesser known Kryptonian power of Super-Ventriloquism to direct his voice so Megatron alone could hear it-

Then speak.

edited 20th Apr '11 9:12:42 AM by Vox

—Though annoyed at having Zod's voice directly spoken into his processor, Megatron answered, with a single word.—

-#Triumvirate.#-