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Post by queenpin on May 28, 2012 1:42:03 GMT 1
(Primarily for Queenpin and Craig Hollis, but other heroes can come in. Bare in mind unless she reveals herself to you, few know that Fiona Fisk is the Queenpin.)
Fiona Fisk was expecting a guest, a very important guest. Perhaps the most important guest she had ever invited up to her penthouse if things worked out as she planned. She walked about and looked down on her busy servants like an Egyptian taskmaster.
"Quickly, time is running out... for now at least," she said. "I want our guest to be as comfortable as possible... and open to discussing business."
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Post by misterimmortal on May 28, 2012 1:55:15 GMT 1
Craig wasn't quite sure what to make of this meeting, nor was he entirely sure of why he had been invited at all. But if anything he was curious. Especially considering he was being taken up to the penthouse level of some fancy building. He'd only ever been in a penthouse a couple of times, and none of those situations had worked out well for him. Would this been the trend breaker?
A few moments he knocked the door, quite unsure of what lay on the other side.
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Post by queenpin on May 28, 2012 2:08:44 GMT 1
A servant answered and gave the guest an empty, well-trained smile.
"Right this way, sir," he said. "May I take your coat?"
Fisk sat and gave Craig a more genuine smile upon seeing him.
"Welcome, Mr. Hollis," she said. "I'm honored that a man of your reputation accepted my invitation. I trust you already know who I am?"
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Post by misterimmortal on May 28, 2012 2:21:54 GMT 1
"Sure," figured Craig. Servants with fake smiles. He would've been impressed if he hadn't seen it all before. His coat was quickly shrugged off and taken to wherever it was hung up. Hopefully it was well looked after, considering how much of a classic it was.
He followed the servant to Fisk and returned the smile. Hollis had always been a big fan of smiling. "It's a pleasure to meet you at last, Miss Fisk. But I wasn't aware my reputation was still in circulation, given that it's been years since I've been a hero."
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Post by queenpin on May 28, 2012 2:28:14 GMT 1
"Please sit down, Mr. Hollis, have some champagne," said Fisk. "Some hor'dourves will be brought out shortly if you are hungry." A servant poured the two a glass, then departed for the food. "To be honest, Mr. Hollis, it's not your reputation as a hero that caught my eye, but rather your tragedy... your immortality, something you've come to consider a curse, correct?"
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Post by misterimmortal on May 28, 2012 2:55:54 GMT 1
Craig smile faltered slightly but stayed. "No one's really mentioned that in a while either. Except maybe in the company physical," he admitted as he took a seat. It was true enough though. No one had talked about his immortality for a while. But yeah, it's something of a curse. What of it?"
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Post by queenpin on May 28, 2012 3:22:23 GMT 1
"I trust I haven't offended you, Mr. Hollis," said Fiona, showing convincing concern. "You see, I brought you here to make a deal with you that might make you quite happy. The scientists at Fisk Labs are quite interested in studying this interesting... ability of yours. Simply study it, mind you. And in return, they might be able to find a way to lift this curse from you."
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Post by misterimmortal on May 28, 2012 6:52:53 GMT 1
"No offence taken," admitted Craig. He was admitted curious about the proposition. Especially if it granted him a chance at being a normal human. "It definitely sounds like an interesting proposition, Miss Fisk. If I were to accept it, what would you need from me?" Hopefully not to much, as S.H.I.E.L.D. tended to drag him all over the place for missions and what have you.
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Post by queenpin on May 28, 2012 7:59:28 GMT 1
Fiona sipped her champagne, not even acknowledging her servant as the food was brought. She then looked at Craig.
"Merely a few hours of your time, Mr. Hollis," she said. "The scientists and technology at Fisk Labs are quite advanced and the studying process won't take too long. From there, we will go about finding a cure for your misfortune. But for now, Mr. Hollis, enjoy yourself. My suite is your suite. My servants are at your command."
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Post by misterimmortal on May 29, 2012 1:24:35 GMT 1
Craig took a sip of the champagne. He had always been more of a whiskey and coke fan, but he wasn't about to argue with free stuff.
"Sounds like a plan," he figured with a smile. "But I've got to ask, what do you get out of all of this? Not that I doubt your sincerity, but you are a business lady after all." Business people didn't tend to do something like this without wanting something in return.
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Post by queenpin on May 29, 2012 1:50:01 GMT 1
"Smart and handsome I see," said Fisk. "I assure you the written study of this 'curse' of yours will be more than sufficient as payment. I mean let's face it. You possess something that humankind has been after since the beginning of time... the secret of immortality. With your assistance, we could both confound and inspire the world's greatest scientific minds. We could make billions. And I doubt asking for fifty percent of the take would be too high a price to ask, considering you'll not only finally live a natural life, but will live the rest of it in luxury."
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Post by misterimmortal on May 30, 2012 5:59:44 GMT 1
Craig grinned slightly at the compliment. "One doesn't live for sixty years without picking up a few smarts along the way." Mortality and a decent pay check was actually looking to be a rather attractive prospect about now. "Trust me when I say that immortality isn't all that it's cracked up to be. But if people are stupid enough to take it then it's their problem. But fifty percent of billions sounds like a decent retirement package."
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Post by queenpin on May 30, 2012 6:06:35 GMT 1
"Then we have an agreement?" asked Fiona. "You get to finally live a normal, and very wealthy, life, and I own the rights to the greatest scientific study of all time." Fiona then snapped her fingers and a servant brought in a piece of paper. "Of course, for legal purposes, I do need you to sign a waver. Feel free to read it over first if you'd like, but I will need a decision tonight. Other projects to take into consideration, you know?"
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Post by misterimmortal on Jun 9, 2012 6:20:31 GMT 1
"Yes, we have an agreement," conceded Craig. A normal but wealth filled life? What more could an immortal ask for? He accepted the piece of paper and read it over. "Looks good to me," he stated. Having read enough waivers when he'd joined S.H.I.E.L.D. he knew enough about them to understand the basics of it, and he signed it with a flourish.
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Post by queenpin on Jun 9, 2012 6:29:26 GMT 1
"Excellent, Mr. Hollis," said Fiona, taking the contract and confirming the signature. "It will be a privilege working with you." She then rose. "But if you'll excuse me, I have other business to attend to. Feel free to stay here as long as you wish. My servants will provide you with whatever you want." She then extended her hand. "Good night, Mr. Hollis. It was a pleasure to meet you."
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