It was
this day. The one day out of the entire year where Camilla Westlake was forced to be a nobody. Granted, this was both good and bad for her--she wanted to go out and cause all sorts of chaos, perhaps rob a bank or two just to store away the extra money for a rainy day, but
no, those damned heroes wanted a ceasefire day. They wanted it "to protect the civilians of Optima City", but frankly, she could have cared less about the civilians. She knew that those heroes were being lazy and just wanted a day where they didn't have to worry about people like her screwing up the city for everyone.
Too bad for everyone else, though, that's
exactly what she wanted to do more than anything else. What villain wasn't in it for themselves? Take a bit of money for themselves, strike fear in the hearts of the ones that could do nothing to stop her from doing whatever she pleased--well, except on
this day, of course...
"Damn ceasefire..." she muttered to no one in particular, forcing her way through the crowds of people. She was rather glad that not many people knew what her human form looked like--one of the many perks of being able to shift into a mass of...
something--Camilla had no idea what this stuff was, even after seven-plus years of being able to transform into the goop that she called her Darkspawn form. Still, it seemed to suit her purposes well enough; it allowed her to move virtually undetected around the city, whether through the sewer system or flattening herself out across an unsuspecting passerby's clothing--a trick she had picked up, funny enough, from watching a cartoon some years ago. Funny how inspiration could strike from the more bizarre tastes that she thought she had outgrown...
Regardless, she pushed her way through the masses of people, recognizing a few faces as either heroes or fellow villains that had decided to join in the "festivites", as the civilians decided to call them. What exactly were the celebrating--a day of peace before their lives were put in danger for the other three-hundred-sixty-four days out of the year? It was pointless, she felt--utterly and completely unnecessary in her mind. Why did the damn heroes
need a day to celebrate themselves anyway!? The news was always full of their exploits--what they needed was a holiday for the villains! As stupid of an idea as that was, she kept it filed away in the back of her mind--maybe some of the others would find the idea as stupid as she did.
After walking among the crowd for a few minutes, she stopped to take a look at some of the modern architecture, analyzing it and taking in the craftwork that the city's construction crews put into it. She smirked, realizing that her new protegee would be able to inflict all sorts of damage to these structures--and how enthusiastic he would be about it too! That kid with the teeth did say he was rather fond of concrete... He had some interesting tastes, she'd give him that.
She moved along with the throngs of people once more, keeping tabs of who was out and about on this day. Out of the corner of her eye, someone familiar caught her attention--a tall man with caramel-colored skin and clothing that seemed to accentuate his physique. Camilla recognized him as Frank Scarpa, a rogue who had some sort of vendetta against a super known as Curiass. She never quite knew where he stood on issues--normally, he was out for his own benefit, which would have made him a perfect candidate for a villain; however, he had at times made it perfectly clear that he did not want to be affiliated with their "lot", as he call the Anti-League once before. She might have made a comment to him if she were not so focused on making sure that she could carry out her plan in the next few days. Camilla needed the money more than she cared for interacting with someone who could potentially defeat her and throw everything off-balance.
After walking for a bit, longer, she finally came across the building she was looking for: the First Bank of Optima City. Of course she knew that it was trapped--the heroes would not sit idly by and allow someone like Darkspawn to literally ooze her way through the cracks. Everything would be either electrified or reinforced... which was where the new kid would come into play. If he could chew his way through the concrete and the steel, there might not be a need to go in directly... although if security was going to be slightly higher because of the potential crime spree that might break out because of the ceasefire, it might be easier to sneak in some other way...
As she walked around the bank structure, she took a look behind her--where was the kid? Had he run off on his own when he realized that he had almost free reign of the day? She cursed under her breath as she realized that he might be going off to cause more trouble than necessary. Still, it
was a day off. She thought it might actually be a good day to settle down, maybe go out and grab a bite to eat--something that she rarely indulged in. Camilla patted her pocket and felt a bit of money in her jeans pocket. With a bit of a smirk across her face, she found a small cafe away from all the riff-raff from the throngs of people wandering around. She sat at a table inside and waited on a passing server.
"I'd like a diet cola and a Reuben," she ordered, raising an eyebrow after taking a look at the menu. She found a glass of water sitting at her seat and she took a quick sip, forcing herself to look as normal as possible while doing so--
Of
course they would both be here--Necrosis and Curiass, Optima City's latest "super-couple", as the tabloids put it. Camilla felt like melting away at this point, but it was physically impossible for her to do so in Curiass' presence. She quickly grabbed a menu and pretended to read from it, hoping that she didn't draw too much attention her herself--she did not want to interact with the heroes, especially if she was forced to be
social with them.
Please, whatever deities might be looking down on the city, do not let them notice me here now...