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Post by Vincent Stark on Jan 30, 2013 19:04:41 GMT 1
Like most events of this nature the setting was all in business attire. Men three piece suits, ties and the nicest of rolex watches, women in Louis Vouitin high heels and pencil skirts the venue was drowning in white table cloths with red white and blue table settings. A white haired white man in a blue suit and an american flag lapel pin had spoken, every one aplauded politely and then they were all left to their mamosa's and eggs benadict.
The meeting held in the suite of one of the largest venu's in New York was one held by a senator hoping to pass a bill that would in his own words "limmit the oportunities of unlawful men from commiting unlawful deeds" the whole things reeked of super human registration, and after the Stark Towers fell people were now listening to that sort of talk with out writing it off as extreme left or right wing radicalism.
Vincent Stark however saw this bill- if limmited to criminal activities- to be a chance to make life as a member of the JLA a lot easier.
After all if the government could formally press charges against villians as individual citizens the justice system might start working. Might being the key word.
Standing up from her table after a few moments of small talk Vincent decided it best to shmoose abotu the room, get a general feel for people's reaction on the proposed bill. Holding her momosa cassually she made her way towards a crowd of people a few faces of which she recognized.
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Post by Claude LeBeau on Jan 30, 2013 19:34:25 GMT 1
One of the business men invited to the event was Claude LeBeau, it was certainly wise to invite him. He had friends in the political and business world everywhere and anywhere, Washington, London, Korea, China, Japan, Russia and many other places. They were, of course, all legitimate business associates and he had no contact with them for any illicit or illegal activities.
When he had heard about the plans for the bill he decided it was imperative he attend, not to show his support obviously. Claude was just gathering the names of every involved so he knew whom to target for PR assassination. Sometimes a revealed secret (even if fabricated) was more lethal then a bullet right between the eyes.
Unless it was an explosive round. That was horrifically lethal. The most interested person present was, without question, Vincent Stark. They had met briefly a few years ago but had rarely been in contact since. Iron 'Man' and Gambit the Terminator had never crossed paths either.
Having finished his eggs Claude was enjoying a coffee while he spoke with some others, and Vincent was coming straight at them. "Vincent Stark, so very good to see you again."
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Post by Vincent Stark on Jan 31, 2013 4:10:15 GMT 1
A hazy memory crept into the mind of the heiress as a voice she never expected to hear again rang out before her. She nearly stopped mid stride, but that would let him know she was effected by him being here.
"Mr. LeBeau, what a plesant surprise. I had no idea you'd be here." She said in a tone most civil.
Vincent Stark looked to an aquaintance beside Claude, he was a business man she'd done business with in fact, a real cooperate Tycoon acused of having several politicians in his pocket for rainy occasions. It was no surprise he was here.
The real surprise was that the Cajun cleaned up so good, the last time she'd seen him he'd been in shorts and an open shirt, she her self hadn't been much better but what could one do in that Louisianna heat and humidity? It was terrible to say the least.
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Post by Claude LeBeau on Jan 31, 2013 4:20:58 GMT 1
"Funny how things turn out." Claude had been a business figure for an extremely small period of time compared to everyone else in the room but he was without question one of the giants. His company seemed to appear overnight, he was a regular Mark Zuckerberg.
"Whats been your opinion on the matters discussed today?" his accent was more subtle then usual, more neutral. He had found that his natural accent wasn't as "publicly presentable" and thus made it a touch more middle America. Amusingly the suggestion came from Morphia, whom rolled her L's into an R when she was getting excited, be it for negative or positive reasons.
In the mean time Claude just sipped his coffee, all the while sizing up Vincent.
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Post by Vincent Stark on Jan 31, 2013 4:29:33 GMT 1
The question was out, the reason they were all here any way to discuss the propsed bill. She eyed her colleagues all of them with tense expressions for one reason or another, it wasn't the usual sort of bill it could be a big hit with the civilians or a big miss, and either way it was going to piss some one off.
"It's hard to say," Vincent started out before taking a sip of her momosa. "One side you can see how it could be misconstrewed as a violation of the privacy given by the cooperation, but the other side it would be a great help in rooting out the dummy corps that just seem to be funding malitia's run by unethical super powers." And by super powers she meant people with the power to hold on to power by metahuman force.
"I know that I my self due to Stark Resilients entanglements with security contracts would be aplicable to this bill, but initially I see more good than harm coming from it." She said very resolutely. She wasn't sure entirely how she felt about the bill, but she was will to hear more about it.
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Post by Claude LeBeau on Feb 1, 2013 20:54:50 GMT 1
Claude sipped his coffee casually as Vincent Stark spoke her mind on the matter. She seemed to have one foot in either camp. Plenty of business people were like that, they all wanted the blue collar to understand that they knew their concerns and had them in mind, but they still had to make the call that left the small guy up the creek without the paddle.
Claude didn't care about the little guy, but this bill going through would make his life annoying. Not that he had a superhuman identity of course, he was just Claude LeBeau. "Is it wise for you to get behind an idea like this? I think your father was involved in that registration thing back when he was a young man."
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Post by Vincent Stark on Feb 1, 2013 21:20:26 GMT 1
Vincent smiled demurely at Claude for a moment before addressing his comment. "What Tony has supported in the past and what I support now are two entirely different bills." She addressed the group at large again. "The super human registration act was a violation of free and innocent liberties, it justified some people of having the right to have a private life and made others a minority to be infringed upon. The difference lies in who the bill is targeted at, the bill we were proposed today seeks to keep people safe from a militerisation of convicted criminals of a super human nature."
The dark haired woman waited for Claude's rebuttle, she wasn't entirely thrilled with Claude's thought that she was supporting this bill in the same light that Tony had supported the SHRA of 2009.
She calmly let her drink rest against the crook of her arm waiting his next move.
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Post by Claude LeBeau on Feb 1, 2013 22:11:49 GMT 1
Vincent was talking to the group at large, as was Claude. He had no real interest in shaking her own belief in the bill, he was just planting idea's into the minds of the people around him. "The bill being proposed today targets anyone with a mutation or a power that's involved in our nations security. If you play defense for America in an office by day and in your spandex at night, you now got to register with the government? Who do they hope to catch? Because the bad guys aren't coming forward to reveal their identities anyway." The next part was the killer, what he really wanted to plant in the minds of the people around him.
"Or do the Justice League just want to monopoly on Superhuman policing? I mean, Iron Man here supports the bill, it gets passed....who's going to be the watch dog?" The Cajun took another sip from his coffee, giving everyone a few seconds to take in what he was saying/ "Do you guys remember when it was innocent until proven guilty? I ain't so sure I like innocent so long as you keep proving it."
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Post by Vincent Stark on Feb 1, 2013 22:36:38 GMT 1
The group seemed to be taking in what he was saying. "It seems we'll have more to ask abou the bill then." Vincent said mildly. "But rest assured, the JLA doesn't want the monopoly on the worlds policing, we in America have a constitutional right to defend our selves, every one with a super human ability should have the right to defend their country even in their own neighborhood." She sipped her momosa casually. Her voice had a sort of finality to it that she use when ending debates in board meetigns. It wasn't that she didn't like the debate but they did no good going back and forth for things that hadn't even been detailed out into the bill.
"If you'll all excuse me." Vincent bowed out gracefully. "I believe I'll get a bit of fresh air." She set her mamosa down on a table cloth as she passed by and made her way out onto the terrace over looking a large baseball field. The symbolism wasn't lost on her. They wanted so badly to make the 'all american' corolation between this bill and the American people.
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Post by Claude LeBeau on Feb 2, 2013 5:42:43 GMT 1
It wasn't too long before Claude LeBeau excused himself too, he had the important names committed to memory. They'd be dealt with. Lots of honeypots were happening over the next month. He couldn't just off them. Last thing he needed was a martyr. They had only stopped talking about Amazing Grace a week ago.
A moment later he was beside Vincent, a discreet press of a trigger (disguised as a cuff link) sent out a static broadcaster. He wasn't getting recorded saying anything. "I'll give you once chance Stark, walk away and I won't destroy you." The Cajun said it while his coffee cup was right by his mouth, blocking any cameras before he took a sip.
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Post by Vincent Stark on Feb 2, 2013 5:51:44 GMT 1
For a moment the soft breeze off the ball field wafted across the balcony sending a chill over her business suit clad body. She should have retrieved a jacket before coming out in to the snowy Febuary elements. Turning on her heel to head back inside Vincent saw Claude had followed her outside, her eye brow quirked as he fiddled with the cufflink on his wrist and suddenly a small dampner sent a shiver through her head like a buzzing head ache for just a split second. He was killing the recording devices, well that was never good.
He opened that sweet Lousianna mouth of his and what he said nearly made her laugh. "Destroy me, what have you got to hide LeBeau?" She brushed her hair off of her shoulder and placed one hand on her hip. "Besides you don't have anything in you're aresenol that could destroy me."
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