Willa MacKenzie Thompson ♘ Professor J. Moriarty (crimelord) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-01-30 13:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | ames hargreaves, kane lewis, robert kingsley, willa thompson |
Who. Willa Thompson, Kane Lewis, Ames Hargreaves and Robert Kingsley
What. The Resistance Heads get together for some bean bags and daiquiris evil plotting
Where. Bowerstone Castle in Albion
When. Monday night, January 30th 2012
Warnings. Uh. Professor Moriarty, Mister Dark, King Logan and the Master are all in one room. Be afraid?
Willa Thompson was in an uncharacteristically good mood this week, and who could blame her? So far everything was going exactly according to her plan, and she did so love when that happened. Holmes was falling right into her carefully woven web and she couldn't be more pleased about it, playing right into her little game. Had been from the very moment he'd become aware of her existence, when she'd sent him that first gift straight from her heart to his. Just as she had hoped, she'd managed to pierce the very center of his, and now she'd just done it again with that little stunt at the home of Jena Williams' last week. At the mere thought of it Willa could barely contain herself, a sly grin always managing to slide its way across her features. The reincarnate of Jim Moriarty hardly ever found reason to smile, so when she did, you shouldn't be relieved. If anything, you should be more on your guard than ever. They were always up to something, her and the Professor.
It was funny, almost. For as menacingly untouchable as the heads of the Resistance all seemed, not a one of them was without their own private, more personal vendettas. Willa had her consulting detective and his little lap dog (who for all their wealthy reputation were so busy trying to anticipate her next criminal move that they were still completely blind to her real occupation), Kane had his Fables, Ames had his quaint little Torchwood... And Robert, well. He didn't just have one, he made any offense taken against the Resistance his own personal mission to shut down. In her opinion, these were the things that really made them truly successful in this. They were doers. Idea men (and woman), with creative outlets that they could just as easily cast aside as indulge in them for awhile to keep their juices flowing. As much as Willa was enjoying her little game with Jonas so far, she knew that if he ever actually found out about her dealings with the Resistance and attempted to get in the way of that, she'd have to deal with him permanently. But until then, this was what kept her alive, and she was just as content to keep him around for as long as she could.
"So. How are the prisoners doing? Horribly, I hope."
All the Resistance heads were gathered together in one of Robert's many luxurious rooms in the castle, presumably to talk new tactics but at the moment Willa was lounging on a nearby sofa enjoying a glass of wine. Just because they were here for business didn't mean they couldn't all be comfortable while plotting dastardly things. She smiled that private smile again, the one only her right hand man usually got to see as her mind turned to their more recently plotted string of events. These Tracker Jacker poisons were marvelous, just what they'd needed to stage their very own Trojan Horse on the likes of Daniel Morgan. Once the time was right, of course. He'd never even see it coming. "Either of them cracked yet?"