Who: The Kensingtons, Derek Greenslade, Thomas Taylor, Blake Taylor, other heroes and villains that may or may not have been invited? What: The long-awaited Kensington fundraiser. Where: The Kensington penthouse on the Upper East Side, NY When: Friday night after 8PM, December 14ths, 2012 Warnings: NPC deaths and lots of violence. OOC Note: The posting order obviously isn't set, since I'm... not entirely sure who is or wants to be involved, so feel free to start sub-threads once the main events have happened? Add who you intend to include in the threads to this post's tags, and then just make sure everybody's okay with everything that's going on first, because this is bound to get a little crazy!
It had been a month – over a month – since it had happened. Since the fight at the Halloween party had ended bloody, but not bloody enough. Humiliating, but for the wrong person. Since Thomas Taylor and Kylie Kensington left that mansion still breathing. If it had been up to Derek, they would have been dead before the week was out, but it wasn't just his decision. No, far from it. Derek possessed the body, but only Osborn called the shots, and he wanted to wait. He always wanted to wait, until the moment was right and he could hit Spider-man right where it hurt the most.
Osborn knew that tonight was the night as soon as Derek's dying mother informed them that they would be going. The Kensingtons were close family friends, and all those poor people uprooted because of the hurricane needed the money from the more fortunate, so why wouldn't they go? The Greenslades were generous of heart, if only occasionally of pocket. Tonight the patriarch would begrudgingly open his wallet while his wife and son smiled emptily at his side – good publicity for a good cause. It was their duty to go, so they went.
Meanwhile, Derek made arrangements on Osborn's behalf. Called in a few favors, called a few friends, but all the same kept his head down and stayed out of sight for the better part of a month. He had no run-ins with Kensingtons or their obnoxious significant others – he didn't even talk to his significant other. If anything, he completely forgot about his little side-project with Petra in favor of planning obsessively for the night of December 14th. His phone went unanswered and his apartment remained empty. He lived and breathed in Osborn's world, and when he came out of it for the party, he was nothing more than a goblin in a tuxedo wearing a spoiled rich boy for a mask.
Yes. Tonight would be a night to remember, though it start out a complete bore, but that was to be expected, wasn't it? The guests arrived, the philanthropists mingled with the politicians, and Derek stayed on his best behavior, merely nodding curtly to the Kensingtons while his mother said hello to them, saying and doing nothing to provoke them. In fact, as they all sat down for dinner, he was positively charming, winning over everyone at his table in spite of the glares he received from the younger Kensingtons. And then came the speeches.
Derek excused himself then, but instead of going to the bathroom like everyone assumed, he went to the roof. It was bitterly cold and windy, but everything he needed was waiting up there for him. Everything and everyone. Quickly, he put on his suit and his face, and he opened the door for his guests, following them inside on his glider. There was no point in being subtle now; he carried one pumpkin bomb in each hand, throwing one at the elegant doors of the ballroom and blowing it to smithereens.
The screams began instantly, and as Derek swooped in over the heads of the highest society New York had to offer, an insane cackle bubbled from his lips and didn't stop until it resonated throughout the room, echoing eerily off the walls. "Ladies and gentleman, if I could have just a moment of your time!" Derek called out, tossing the other pumpkin bomb up and down in his hand, crouching low on his glider and leering. "You, obviously, are under attack. Don't ask why. Oh, no, it doesn't matter why. Ask who is going to save you. Because they're here, you know. Your heroes are here, hiding in plain sight. So let's see how many of you have to die before we draw them out!"
Breaking out into another insane fit of laughter, Derek threw the bomb. He threw it at his parents. They died in a flash of orange light, and they didn't even have time to scream.