Meeting? [Villains]

The building had been falling apart ever since the last major band of HIVE members had disbanded. And yet, most of the structure still existed. It was possible to easily wander about inside. The exterior was a different story - crumbling masonry, insect infestations, you name it. When there was nobody around to care, any building could easily fall to rubble. This nameless one was no different, the only change was that this one had a past.

The card had gone out to every villain known to harbor themselves in Jump City as an invitation. How they had been tracked down was anybody's guess. It was a sort of calling card, like the Joker's Joker or something like that. A ring, engraved with the Roman numeral for five. Or a 'V', it was up to the recipient what they wanted to classify it as. Either way, this ring had also come with an address and a time. But why did they need to come? Perhaps it was to reinstall a group like the HIVE Five. Perhaps some clever villain had hacked police computers and decided to spice things up in his or her life. Nobody had any honest idea, except the one who had sent the rings and information.

According to the signs, it was either a glorious meeting of the worst villains of the modern age, or a brilliant trap.

But that didn't stop people from coming.

The Magicman had believed it was a good idea to go, and with him making every recent decision, his sister and shut up and gone with it. Her brother knew that if anything wrong were to happen, she wouldn't hesitate to take command once again and save his sorry rear. Thus, they had made sure to know the exact time and location ahead of time, and planned to get through Jump City without warning the authorities as to what was going on. After all, with as little trouble as they had been stirring since their freak encounter with Domino, the Titans wouldn't miss them.

Libra ducked underneath a partially-hanging door, frowning slightly as she snuck along the wall and in the shadows. Her heeled boots made a faint sound, but with the constant scurrying of rodents and the sounds of the still-awake city, she was sure nobody would really notice. She could see the faint red light coming from her brother's hands as he masked himself to the world, his illusions working to make him invisible. The pair crept through several more hallways until they reached an iron door with a fingerprint scanner.

A trap?

Spencer saw it as a challenge.

He slowly placed one glowing hand to the board, half expecting some sort of alarm. However, there was no such reaction, and the door slid soundlessly open. The twins cast each other a smirk before entering into a room they could only guess was the location they were supposed to bring their individual rings to.

The HIVE looked rather dark, dreary, and drab ever since the eldest member had abandoned the building, leaving it for the rodents and other such vermin to breed, multiply, and the like. It was a disgusting sight to watch the building crumple, even if the process was rather slow. The smell added to the affect of disgust as the doors had opened and Britain had entered. He kept himself from being heard, in case of some mischievous trap or trip-wires would set off some sort of police alarm. He wouldn’t want that. He placed a careful hand upon the metal wall as he moved in a sort of crouch, he eyes careful as his movement. Though the lights were soon to die, what they had given him was enough to see where his feet were.

And hopefully anything upon the floor.

His shaggy black hair was lying against his face, his bangs smoothed over and his cheeks flushed of color. He was nervous, and for once, he felt almost terrified to be there. He grunted as he slammed himself against the wall, seeing a massive shadow of sort of four-legged beast. His movement was swifter then the beast’s, and before realizing it was only a mere rat, he had tumbled down the hallway before sprinting downwards.

He dug into his pocket and looked down at the ring in his hand. Had every villain been given this? Or only those who were supposedly well-known? Was he the only one who had granted such an invite? While he had hoped so, he was also rather unsure of the situation. Who had sent out these rings, he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t sure of most things at this point. He kept his breathing normal as he skidded to a stop at the corner of the hallway. He took his glances, throwing the black hoodie over his head before shoving his hands back into the pockets of the thing and moving in a fast-paced walk.

Britain kept himself poised, ready for a fight. A dynamite stick lay within the confines of his pocket, along with his lighter. And with his speed and his aim, well, surely those who wanted a challenge were going to be given one. Whether or not they chose too. He snorted, ducking low as he slid beneath the hanging door. He looked at it briefly before continuing on. His movement was fluid, though lanky. As he reached the final hallway, he had stopped, frozen in place.

There were people here... Villains, most likely.

He snorted, smirking to himself as he lowered his head and continued. He, too, placed his thumb upon the scanner. For a second, a flashing light appeared, and his name – Floyd, Britain Osborne – was written before him in a red print. He titled his head as the scanner blinked, allowing him access into the room. Removing his thumb and the hood upon his head, he took a step inside.

The door opened.

They were not alone, she realized the instant the other figure crept near the door. Her eyes narrowed with suspicion as he, too, was allowed through the doors, and she crossed her arms and parted her lips slightly, as if about to speak. She remained silent, however, and shot a skeptic look to her still-invisible brother, who nodded in return. The glow from his hands helped her eyes to quickly adjust, but it would remain unseen to anybody outside of the twins. She quickly scanned the room, her face blank for the time being, before deciding her next move.

Libra sized up the figure, a young man. He didn't have anything particularly menacing about him, but like her brother's illusions, things could easily be hidden. He was taller than her, an easy feat for a male, and had dark, unkempt hair. What was it with guys and their messy hair? At least it wasn't as long as her brother's, she thought with an eye roll. She pushed a blonde curl from her face and continued to scrutinize him. She had yet to meet this figure, but that didn't mean anything. After all, it wasn't normal for anybody who dressed like she did to run around, socializing with people. She wasn't like her brother, who spoke to people whenever he was out in public, it seemed.

This time, however, seemed different, she noted with a smirk.

Magicman was silent for once.

After another moment or two, she held up her ring. "You too?" she asked, a sort of mock bubbly perspective finding its way into her voice. Whoever this guy was, she wanted him to be able to get one impression about her: the wrong one. After all, it was much easier to take on someone who underestimated you, and she still wasn't sure why she had the ring in the first place. She batted her eyelashes before tucking the ring out of sight and casting another glance at her invisible brother, who had moved to press himself silently against the wall. She even laced a portion of hair around one finger, praying that she wasn't being too over-the-top. After all, she figured if the ditzy, girly figure was going on, it probably had more to do with the clingy outfit and heeled boots she wore.

She tilted her head to one side, a slight smirk creeping onto her face, trying to feign ignorance.

Behind him, the door had slid itself shut, and with a quick click, the door was locked.

Britain kept himself planted upon the ground. His feet shifted slightly. His body tensed. He was nervous, now, more-so then before. Had he seen the figure before, somewhere? Maybe so. He sniffed, swiping his nose upon the back of his hand before returning it across his chest. He was studying her, trying his hardest to distinguish her. Yet, he couldn’t quite make out any important details. Her hair, however, was golden, long. So, maybe he had seen her somewhere before? Certainly she wasn’t a human, nor a hero. She had to be a villain.

She had to be.

And she held up her ring. He glanced at the plain, boring object that glistened slightly in her hand. He had pursed his lips and stepped forward carefully. Britain soon dug into his pocket, pulling out his lighter. His thumb flicked the flame to life, reaching it towards her. Finally – he saw her features. She was a pretty sight. He smirked again, and nodded, shoving the thing back into his pockets.

“Yeah,” he flashed the ring for a moment, and ran a hand through his messy, black mane. “but I want to know – who called us here? Or, invited us, I should say.” He paused for a moment, reaching out his hand. “The name’s Britain.”

Liam allowed a wry smile to creep upon her face. She nodded, the acting somewhat down for the moment. She quickly debated between giving a false name and her own, but what would be accomplished through her code name? It was a silly name, anyways, and she had a feeling that this fellow's name truly was Britain. "I am Liam." She shook his hand delicately before turning and taking a couple of steps, closer to her brother, where he remained silent and still upon the ground. "It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Britain."

She did have to admit, she was never a large fan of carrying lighters.

She frowned slightly, puzzled also. "I have no idea," she stated bluntly, with a slight shrug. She smirked. "Although, I'd have to admit, I almost don't want to find out. It could have easily been just a trap." She glanced once more to her brother, who nodded and straightened up to stand and lean against the wall. She wanted him to be ready in case this was, indeed, a trap. After all, if she was willing to manipulate others, there was no doubt in her mind that he could have easily just been toying with her and her brother.

"Sometimes mysteries should stay that way." She waved her hand, as if it had been a silly statement, and turned to face him. She ignored Spencer's disapproving looks and took a step forward. Her twin was not happy with this meeting so far, he wanted something substantial. He also did not want to spend all night watching his sister make a fool of herself and bat those mascara-coated eyelashes of hers. He crossed his arms, locking his jaw instead of producing sound.

He didn't like this guy.

Not one bit.

“Pleasure is all mine.” He nodded a little, running a hand through his mane. His eyes continued to scan the room. He saw no cameras, no devices of any kind. Yet he couldn’t be too sure. “If there’s a power core in here, I’m sure we can get some light...” He froze for a moment besides a wall, his back turned to the duo as his fingers ran along the metal. “Unless you’d rather not.” There was a smirk on his face. The usual smirk he always had when he spoke to beautiful girls, or darling ladies. The smirk at which showed his usual strangeness when it came down to it.

The twisted smirk he usually carried upon his handsome face.

He was puzzled, however, as she kept turning her head towards something. What, he wasn’t quite sure. His smirk faded lightly before continuing his excavation upon the wall. He easily found those light switches, those little areas that lay hidden within the walls. Yet he could quite seem to feel for any of those little portals towards the light switch. He was a little upset, yet his hands continued to move. In a moment, his was against the other wall, that blurry sprint of his almost invisible. Almost.

“yes, mysteries should stay mysteries. Unless...” His hand caught hold of something. It didn’t seem quite like a little doorway, but with a few more maneuvers and flicks of his hand, the first light that kept itself within the ceiling flickered on, dimly, however. He made out the girl’s face however, much better. Rubbing his hands together, he shoved them once again into his pockets, leaning against the wall.

“You have someone like me who’s quite good with mysteries.”

Liam smirked slightly to herself. Was he growing suspicious of the glances she kept tossing carelessly at her brother? As the lights flicked on, she blinked several times until her eyes had adjusted. "I do believe light is probably better." However, she had to admit, if anybody were to walk past the abandoned building and see lights on, they would probably be curious. She sighed slightly as she leaned against the wall. As curious as she was to figure out why he had a ring, she didn't want to completely give herself away. Then again, she had a feeling he already knew that she was a villain of some sorts.

After all, who else would be tramping around the old HIVE headquarters?

At Britain's mention of mysteries, Spencer snorted and rolled his eyes. After realizing that the sound was probably audible, he slowly stepped closer to his sister. He could mask the present, not the past. His voice was low as he spoke, still unseen. "If you try anything while we're in here, I will kill you. On spot." The red haze vanished as he brought himself back into sight. He didn't appear too happy, but his sister remained unconcerned for the time being, from her place against the wall.

In fact, Liam almost seemed bored with the situation.

Liam closed her eyes for a moment, then allowed them to slide halfway open. "Oh, now, now, Spencer, there is no need for threats," she mused, a smirk playing on her lips. She examined her fingernails before laughing faintly and glancing at her brother. Her voice raised slightly. "Ignore him. He normally remains out of sight, unless. Well. I'm sorry, sir, but he must not be a very big fan of yours. He tends to be a little more distrusting." This earned her a withering look from her twin, who remained tense, as if at any second Britain could lash out at the pair.