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Post by ayden6 on Nov 16, 2009 1:39:46 GMT
Norman Osborn, dressed in a rather sleek grey suit with a black shirt and tie, sat down at a exquisite table. In front of him was a dry vodka martini and his own personal briefcase. He was waiting for Nathaniel Essex, or Mr. Sinister as he was known. Secretly he had been doing business with the mutant for a couple of weeks now. Despite having publicly declared himself part of the Friends of Humanity, he held no care over the civil war brewing, nor did the Goblin care for the antics of the government.
"Why did you not bring any bombs, Osborn?" The words left Norman's mouth, but not in his usual tone. No, it was the darker and more psychotic tone of the Goblin that he often conversed with. "Essex is a professional, I do not need to bring weapons in." Replied the normal tone of the owner of Oscorp. He slowly moved his hand to the drink in front of him, before taking a elongated sip and letting the strong taste wash his mouth a thorat over. "Although, I like how he calls himself Sinister. We three might have quite a bit in common." The voice of the Goblin echoed through the halls as one man sitting at a table seemingly had a conversation with another, non-existant persona. Time would tell what would occur today...
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Post by sinister on Nov 16, 2009 16:31:04 GMT
As always Mr. Sinister had been within his lab when the message came that he had a visitor. His eyes drifted towards a nearby clock as he realized it was time for his appointment with Norman Osborn. Several weeks ago the buisness man had contacted him with something of a buisness proposition. Of course while Sinister's loyalties certainly lay with the Hellfire Club he wasn't opposed to always seeking out additional allies. One never did well by placing all their eggs within the same basket as the old saying went. Mr. Sinister stopped what he was doing and quickly exited his lab and moved through the building to where he knew Osborn would be waiting. As he walked the geneticist reached inside to where one of his many abilities resided. With a thought Mr. Sinister began to shapeshift as he returned to the visage of Nathaniel Essex. Pale skin became flesh toned, his prefered blue clothing with his cape bent and twisted as it flowed into the form of an expensive Armani suit with a crimson red tie, his eyes shifted and changed to a normal pair of human eyes with a grey coloring to them. The last change was the diamond shaped mark on his forehead as it retracted inward to hide beneath his skin. Within moments he no longer looked like the freak of nature Apocalypse had made him into but like the man he had once been over a century ago. While he was certain Osborn knew he was not human Essex had played many of his secrets close to his chest and had yet to let the man see his true form. Before he entered the Gentlemen's Chambers Essex spoke to one of the servants for a moment before entering.
"Ah Norman, a pleasure to see you again my friend," Sinister said as he walked towards the man. Osborn seemed to be his typical self. On the outside he was very much in control, exuding power and confidence with every moment. Internally though Mr. Sinister knew though that a maelstorm of chaos was simply begging to be released. But that was a discussion for a later time. Nathaniel walked forward to shake Osborn's hand before sitting down next to him and relaxing as a Scoth on the rocks was brought over. Essex sipped the drink for a moment, a rather impressive bottle and certainly expensive, but such was the way that the Hellfire Club operated.
"I trust I did not keep you waiting too long?"
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Post by ayden6 on Nov 17, 2009 0:59:30 GMT
"Let the show begin, big boy!" Remarked the Goblin's voice as he looked up to see a rather suave looking Essex walking towards the table. Norman casually stood up, paying the correct polite actions to welcome a guest. With a nod of his head, he extended his hand, allowing Essex to sit. Even though technically Osborn was the guest, he enjoyed being in the power seat. Taking his own seat, he raised his legs into crossover position. "Not at all, Mr. Essex. Although, I suppose with those mind reading abilities you have, you answered your own question." There was a dead silence after this, replaced only by the light ting of the ice moving in his drink as he lifted it to his lips. Raising his eyebrows with a smirk, he continued. "You didn't think I was that ignorant, did you? I, too, have been conducting my own research. I managed to obtain the DNA of a certain mutant who is able to percieve other mutations and give exact definitions of their capabilities." Slowly placing the glass down, the smirk remained on his slightly wrinkled face as he leaned his elbows on to the table and rested his chin on his hands. "Have you been inside my head yet? Met, my friend?"
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Post by sinister on Nov 17, 2009 1:52:49 GMT
Sinister was in the process of sipping his drink when Norman answered his question.
"Not at all, Mr. Essex. Although, I suppose with those mind reading abilities you have, you answered your own question."
If Osborn was expecting to get a suprise out of Sinister he would be sorely disappointed. He knew from the beginning that Norman Osborn was an intelligent man, if he wasn't then the pale skinned biologist wouldn't have even bothered to deal with him. Of course his guesses where slightly off since he considered Nathaniel a mutant, which he wasn't, but it was still expected that he had learned as much as he had. If he knew the truth about Mr. Sinister there was no chance someone, even one as crazy as Norman would deign to work with him.
"Have you been inside my head yet? Met, my friend?"
Of course as a telepath Sinister had been inside Osborn's head. It would be incredibly stupid to trust another person on blind faith itself. Plus it wouldn't be the first time some various agency had tried to get a mole into his operations to find some concrete evidence on him. Apparently some people opposed his methods. So Sinister had probed Osborn's mind and indeed had met that strange little "friend" as he had described.
"Come now Norman," he kept his voice low to ensure that the conversation remained between them, "of course I did. I haven't lasted this long by trusting anyone on blind faith. I didn't need to be a telepath to know about your little "friend" but what you do in your free time is your buisness unless it ever comes into conflict with my own "hobbies". Sinister saw that with a man like Osborn being straight forward with his intentions would make their arrangement far more agreable.
"But I'm sure you already knew that. Come now Osborn, you didn't really come here to play twenty questions when we are more important matters to discuss did you?"
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Post by ayden6 on Nov 17, 2009 2:35:42 GMT
"Twenty questions is always amusing, Mr. Essex. You can't deny the fact that two geniuses meeting in the same room can't happen without the trivial games. I mean, you'd feel like something was stolen, wouldn't you? I know I would." With a snicker, Norman moved his hand to the briefcase by the table's legs, lifting it into his lap, he pulled out a chart sheet. The sheet contained certain mutants and their powers, but it also highlighted certain powers that were essential to his work. "I understand you too are working with the mutant genetics. Well, we can assist each other. I am interested to see what happens when two seperate mutant DNA's are mixed. I have yet to find a suitabl candidate, as the mutant genes seem to cancel each other out and leave the human genese docile; effectively shutting down any normal functions such as aging and health. Perhaps you can enlighten me?"
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Post by sinister on Nov 19, 2009 5:33:23 GMT
"Twenty questions is always amusing, Mr. Essex. You can't deny the fact that two geniuses meeting in the same room can't happen without the trivial games. I mean, you'd feel like something was stolen, wouldn't you? I know I would."
Nathaniel let out a controlled breath before responding. He didn't want to offend Osbron but being brutually honest at times was something a person nicknamed Mr. Sinister was particulary known for. Especially since Norman wasn't his superior in anyway
"No Norman," he said with all seriousness, "I would see it a waste of my time and your money and nothing else."
"I understand you too are working with the mutant genetics. Well, we can assist each other. I am interested to see what happens when two seperate mutant DNA's are mixed. I have yet to find a suitabl candidate, as the mutant genes seem to cancel each other out and leave the human genese docile; effectively shutting down any normal functions such as aging and health. Perhaps you can enlighten me?"
To say that Sinister was working with mutant genetics was like saying the pacific ocean was moist. He hadn't merely been studying them, he had made mutant genetics practically his entire life. However instead of taking the insult he simply shrugged it off. It wasn't his fault if Osborn didn't realize the depth of what he was dealing with. Instead he took the piece of paper and looked it over as he analyzed what it was the buisness man was trying to do.
"Well the basic problem you have Norman is a lack of true understanding. Every human, while possessing a similar gentic code does have differences in each of them. Mutations are a tweaking of that unique code. Now yes while some people have the same color hair so do some mutants have similar abilities like telepathy. The problem you have is like trying to put a square peg in a round hole. Your trying to graft genetic variations onto a code different from the one that spawned it. A mutation can't simply be grafted over, it has to be modified to work with the host DNA of the person your trying to add it on to."
Of course Sinister knew the process he was describing rather intimately. It was the same one he had used to give himself countless abilities over the years. That wasn't something Norman needed to know at the moment of course.
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Post by ayden6 on Nov 19, 2009 11:01:27 GMT
Mr. Sinister's repsponse was like beautifully orchestarted music to Norman's ears. It confirmed the fact that he had found the perfect business partner, someone whom had the intelligence to match his own. "That, my good sir, has been the best display of intelligence I have encountered in the past few weeks. I'm glad I now know that I'm not going into business with someone like Reed Richards." There was a slight sarcasm at the end of his tone, but he nonetheless spoke truth in his feelings. He had indeed been missing the key link in his chain of mutant DNA study. "Aside from the lovely theory assistance you have just given me, I have to just one other thing I request of you. I am sure you have many samples of unique mutant genes at your disposal and I could quite easily ask you to lend them to me. But I have a better idea." Norman Osborn stopped his speech at that moment, and his facial expression had obviously changed. He now seemed much more insane in his look, and there was something about his steadily forming grin that looked purely psychotic. With a different voice, the Goblin finished Osborn's statement. "I supply the freaks; you supply the freak show." By that statement, he meant he would supply the mutants, if Sinister supplied the advances.
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Post by sinister on Nov 25, 2009 19:41:56 GMT
Norman Osborn obviously had much experience in these buisness politics. However unfortunately for him Nathaniel Essex was unlike anyone he had ever dealt before and things like the empty flattery he was attempting on the devious scientist almost made him roll his eyes. Truth be told if Norman Osborn hadn't been a man of great means and wealth Mr. Sinister would never have even agreed to meet with the man. He listened and nodded as Osborn's comments. However it was when those final comments came out of the buisness man's mouth that a change came over Nathaniel. With a moment his hand flexed and the expensive glass in his hand showed sudden cracks from being squeezed with a degree of strength that was shocking giving Sinister's build. His eye focused returned to their pupiless state for a brief half-second before reverting back. Glaring across at Norman Sinister's next words dripped venom and ill intent for the man if he didn't heed the warning he was about to recieve.
"Osborn.....The Hellfire Club is many things but first and foremost it is both a place of buisness and a gathering point for the elite of society to gather and not have to deal with the minor details of lower classes. It is not however a place for your 'friend' and his prescence will not be tolerated. Period. Now reign him in and maintain your control or this buisness venture will be ended before it has even truly begun."
If anyone else had heard those comments and seen Sinister's face as he spoke them he would understand that the man was as far away from joking as humanly possible at the moment.
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