“Okay no wait!” Bluebell waved her hands wildly in the air, bouncing on her toes, “What if, just picture this, a swarm of robotic bees in a sandstorm! In fucking MICHIGAN! Yeah?” she grinned widely as she bounced down on the couch, tossing a beer overhanded at the djinn, “Don’t tell me that wouldn’t be fucking sweet. The looks on their faces alone I tell you!”
Cackling with wild energy she could hardly sit still, spilling beer as she gestured with both hands. The young blue villainess was clad in a studded leather pants and a cute skull tank top, her makeup as over the to dramatic as it always was with severe winged eyeshadow and dark purple lips.
Bell rolled her eyes and took a long drink from her beer, “Metrocity’s IN Michigan, duh. Did the booze go to your head already?”
She waved a hand wildly about at Drago questioning her about the bees, “Because people would expect scorpions, that’s why! It needs to be unexpected,” she stuck out her lower lip in a glower, “Fine beetles then. They at least still fly.”
“Hmmm, yeah. I can break out the metallic paints and they can be all jewel toned and shit. Ha! That’ll be gorgeous,” she flopped back over the armrest as she continued her rambling over future plottings for causing chaos for her amusement to the citizens of the city, “I should get Minion to design an outfit to go with it. The feather cowl just won’t mix with sand.”
-”And the Jar’ Ahar it’s in a mirror of water in the middle of the Desert and nobody cares.” He rolled his eyes like if he could care about the names the people give to the mortal lands. -”Does it look like I could care?” he gestured and raised his eyebrows. No. honestly he doesn’t care.
-”I’m pretty sure people expect a storm of sand in the middle of the City too. It Storm Sand once a week. why would be that odd.” Drago chuckles, finding funny the concept.
the djinn raised a hand and gestured to her to slow down the shit about nerd talking. “Hey hey! I didn’t accept the beer to hear about your hobbies. You’re a criminal and I have some questions for you. “ Drago sips from his beer and leaned back against the back of the couch. -”Who are these guys of Doom…Doom syndicate? That weird thing people has been mentioning lately” Of course Alixon mentioned them, but he wants another point of view. A different perspective.
“Do you even know where we are? Did we move when I wasn’t looking? Otherwise, your confusing sand storms and snow storms,” Bluebell replied with a raised eyebrow. Taking another chug from her beer she waved her hand, “Yeah, yeah, mister one track mind.”
“Doom Syndicate is run by Psycho Delic. Tall ass purple guy with atrocious fashion sense. Looks like someone rolled him through a thrift store from the 80s. Mostly he sells drugs. Depending on which one you get it could be hard stuff or not. There’s a few running around? All the doubles and shit. One guy has some bitching clubs,” Bell laughed, “He has a whole crew of other super villains, but the roster changes based on who you get. Either way, they have the mistaken impression of their own power. It’s funny and I just like messing with them.”
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