VILLIAN CHAT

((Zach only has black jeans on, but probably a few chains and a chunky belt. He has facial piercings, and blonde hair with orange tips. Right now, he's wearing a red cape and crown to try and look like he's in charge. He's actually a bit more punk, but again, he's chatting more formally to look like a leader))

Zach listened intensely to the conversation. As if fortune smiled upon him, everyone seemed to be distracted,even the newcomer. He hastily welcomed them all, and set up the dummies again, this time standing up by themselves. The girl with the umbrella didn't seem to deal with it very well when chained. He over heard the last bit of the conversation and dropped in.

'Of course, of course lots of us don't mean a bit a of harm in our actions do we?' he asked, 'we just simply do things our own way. Besides, the term "evil" is a bit childish isn't it? I mean, If anyone was going through an abandoned city and then they discover a lost wallet, why wouldn't they take it? It's right there, no person in sight, nothing stopping you, and it gives you profit. That can't be "evil"…' he whispered to himself, 'why the hell wouldn't anyone take it? So stupid… Stupid idiots… me, evil, just cause I'm not stupid?'

"That is a good point. Why wouldn't someone take a wallet? It only wouldn't be worth my time if there was no actual cash in the wallet. I've heard that people use credit cards now, and those are so useless to me. I need actual money that I can convert." Rosaline crossed her arms. "People can do stupid things with their technological advances. Credit cards might be good for some people, but to the rest of us, it just makes life more difficult."

"And really, I've only heard what I do as "evil" and "bad" so I would label it as such. Leader has been the only one that has said what I do is good work, but most people don't seem to believe that. Talking to you guys, I should have known you guys think what you do is good. And I agree with you all."

Zach smiled widely in response. Genuinely. Someone else really agreed with him! And for him, that either a good friend, tutor, or a very valuable part of the army. Possibly general. But the simple fact that she worked for someone else dampened this idea.

'Who is this leader? And why does he tell you what to do? I myself, I don't believe in doing particularly doing "good" deeds unless its reasonable, so someone else telling you to do "good" work? Whether the actions are good or bad doesn't count, why do you listen to him? Does he give you anything?'

(could I join?)

(This still open?)

(Sweet. Think it would be okay if I joined?)

(Yas, still open, and as open as it will be! I mean,the only thing to kill it is to have no one talk on it or something)

(Also yes, anyone can join!)

(Cool, thanks!)

A young woman with a beautiful doll-face sauntered in, her blonde hair thrown over her shoulder. She wore a pair of black jeans and a leather jacket, and looked as innocent as could be, except for her piercing blue eyes, full of malice and mischief, and the wicked, amused smile that curved her lips. "Ah, is this a party I see?" She asked, braiding her hair, seeming uncaring of the fact that she was in a room full of dangerous people. "Wonderful. I see that I haven't followed the dress code. O well." She shrugged, before flouncing over to the three.

Zach looked at the new visitors. He hadn't expected this at all, but quite a lot of people have to this place. It was especially weird, seeing how…

'I don't believe I called anyone. However, I regret not doing so to begin with. Your powers seem mighty fine…' and at this point he stopped. This many people and not enough topics. He hurried up to his throne and stood tall of the cushion.

'DEAR, DISTINGUISHED GUESTS' he addressed, 'I believe it is now time to not only chat and share our ambitions, but to also demostrate your prowess throughout the mansion. There are multiple rooms that I have conjured that,while have a basic setting, have the power to become any kind of room. It is unfortunate that no one can change their rooms to their desire, but perhaps one can use them to their advantage.' He swept his hand forward and gestured toward the many doors lining the walls.

'EXPLORE MY FRIENDS' In his head, he thought, goddamnit choose a door and leave me alone, you freaks. This 'host' act was starting to get him down. Now all the villains seem to be all gentleman like, a like he did not care for in the slightest. Why can't it just be… sarcastic, or something? Are there no women around here? Any enemies that he could just have a regualr fist fight with? He slumped in his throne.

(Basically, you can make up any kind of room you want. Also, feel free to annoy the characters more, but no killing. Like, you can make dangerous moves, but it's up to the characters writer to decide whether they die or not. The mansion has a reviving room,but someone must take you there. You can destroy vases and whatnot, but not the mansion. Those are the only rules,I'll put themin my first post, so enjoy)

The doll-like woman raised an eyebrow. "Jesus Christ, who do you think we are? Some kind of circus or something?" She shrugged innocently. "Honey, I'm not leaving this room. Why should I trust you?" She rolled her eyes. How dumb did he think she was? She had been handling stuff like this for years, and she wasn't about to start doing something against her better judgement.

She ran her fingers along a long, icy blue chain wrapped around her waist, with a sharp curve at the end, and her lips curved into a wicked smile.

Zach looked lazily at the women, and groaned.

'Lady… sorry, my friend, the rooms have a mind of their own, but I have purposefully put in a reviving room so no one gets mad, so beat it…' GODDAMNIT NOT THAT WAY 'I-i-i mean… Feel free to explore with safety in your mind. Sorry about my rudeness…' He suppressed another groan. Why the hell do modern villains do this?

A large white and black cat stalked into the room. It was a rather odd cat, with a lizard like and whip thin tail ending with a impressive tuft of fur. He ran along on six legs.

He sat up on his hind legs and morphed into a tall, rather messy looking young man with a lopsided grin. His tail still swished around his legs and his bent cat like ears flicked around, listening. A second pair of arms disappeared almost immediately.

"God, you all are loud. I could hear you from the south central courtyard." He said gesturing. He fiddled awkwardly with the neck of his shirt. It was black and cropped and rather plain with long skin tight sleeves.

She raised a brow. "Fine, then." She sauntered away, looking for a door. She had been hoping to play, maybe show off a bit, kill something. But clearly he was just some boring lowlife who pretended to be a villain.

Oh my god … Zach made one of his biggest efforts to sit up and smile at the guest.

'Hello, welcome, and sorry about the noise. I'm quite used to it but I should've known.' He gestured towards the stairs behind him. 'Those lead to the common rooms; the bedroom, the kitchen, the bathroom, all that stuff. If nothing else, something there should interest you.' He originally wanted to talk to some particularly powerful people about how they reach their goals, but again, there was simply too many people, and it didn't help that not a lot of them had a big variety of powers.

The woman scowled at the newcomer. "You can quiet down. No one wants loud bawling." She sniffed, waving a hand, dismissing the figure. She moved to a door and simply looked at it. When it didn't open, she scowled, and her eyes flashed silver before the door exploded into millions of shards of shining, reflecting glass.

She stepped through the doorway into the room, boots crunching over the glass.

"Are you okay?" The used-to-be-cat stepped towards the new man. "Do you need help?"

…was he attracted to her? He kept thinking over her words, how she hated that stupid 'host' act, how she didn't trust a thing about him, how she berated the sniveling newcomer, and… HOW THE HECK DID SHE…. Zach wasn't expecting anything of her, but other than that "cheeky" smile she tried to put on, she seemed extremely hot… might hit on her later, he thought with a smirk (in no way do you ever have to put up with him).

'Uhh… the bathroom and the kitchen is upstairs, fully operable sinks, just clean the sink after you're done and don't kill anyone…not only will it not work, you'll really piss off some overlords here. Wait… are any of you guys rulers in anyway?'

(…………. I kind of like this idea……….. a little bit…………..)

"'Course!" The woman shot at him. "Well, I am. What do you think I am, a priss?" She sniffed in mock offence, her mouth twisting into an annoyed frown when she fully realized that she wasn't allowed to kill anyone. Where was the fun in that? Who cared about the overlords or whatever? She could handle them. She strode into the room like she owned the place, glass everywhere on the ground. She should clean it up, but she really didn't care.

Zach growled back at her and holy moly his attraction grew tenfold and then smiled again at the guests.

'Of course, a laboratory, full of science and wonder. It could come into use when done correctly.' He then fully noticed the other stranger and caught himself staring at her.

'Are… are those real amethysts, my dear guest?'