The 'Cards' have been Dealt... -Me and Viva to start-

((This is just for Meteo and Ferrum to start. Might be room for others later.))

It was eerily quiet as Alex walked briskly through the halls of FEARE. There were a few people milling about in the halls, but it seemed most of the members of the villain organization were taking advantage of the freedoms FEARE granted. Pillaging, ravaging, stealing; anything a villain could desire was at the tips of their fingertips. If they needed funds, FEARE could assist... for a larger price later. The organization was ingenious in business tactics. Who would steal from the most wanted villains in the world? A Grunt of the organization happened down the hall, and neglected to get out of the senior officer's way. The two villains bumped shoulders. Meteo stopped, and bowed his head. The grunt turned and mumbled a "Watch where you're going, asshole" before attempting to leave. Meteo's infamous grin finally broke through.

"I believe you bumped into ME." The grunt laughed as he turned back. He obviously didnt recognize the fiery psychopath.

"So? What are YOU gonna do about it?" Meteo spun, blasting a gust of wind at the grunt's feet. The grunt lost his balance and started to fall forward. Meteo caught him by the neck, closing off the grunt's windpipe.

"I'm going to remind you to remember your place." Fire curled around the guy's neck, quickly burning the skin. His eyes filled with terror as he realized he couldn't even scream for help. Meteo pushed the grunt to the ground. Releasing his neck, Meteo drove a knee into the man's face. The grunt flew back, gasping for breath amidst the roaring pain. His neck had second and third degree burns all over. Meteo turned back and started down the hall, calling back a small threat. "If I see you again before that burn heals, I'll make the rest of you match."

It wasn't fun letting them live, but a deal was a deal. He wasn't allowed to kill the newer recruits without just cause. He was in a hurry anyway. Meteo was headed directly for the Leader's offices. Some new information had just been brought to his attention, and he was sure Ferrum would want to know about it as soon as possible. Finally reaching the doors, he walked right in. He didn't bother to knock or listen. If Ferrum was even IN Los Angeles, then he wouldn't mind the interruption for information of this magnatude.

((I'm gonna make an appearance with Malady, being Ferrum's right hand man and go to guy.))
Malady didn't even budge as the door swung open. He immediately recognized Meteo, having worked with him in the past in an effort to take down the UN. They had become as close as friends as Malady could manage with his socially dead ways, but he knew Meteo as a kindred spirit, marred and abandonned by those he had loved, leaving a husk to spread around the misery he had felt. They were a lot a like, Meteo and Malady, even if Meteo was a little loud and rowdy. A quick nod of the head in Malady's signature greeting did little to belay the thoughts Malady held inside. "News Meteo?" Was the only thing Malady said before giving the floor to Ferrum and Meteo to speak.

Percival sat at his desk with a shot glass filled with scotch clenched in his hand, he was wearing his normal business suit, but a hat sat on his head, it was obvious he was speaking to Malady. Nothing important, just the idle chit chat the two managed to squeeze out. Percival's eyes shot to Meteo as soon as he entered the room, he had spoken to Meteo a few times, he knew he was hot headed, but he also knew he wouldn't bust down his door for no good reason. "Hopefully good." he said after Malady while standing to his feet and removing his hat and placing it on the desk in front of him. Percvial walked around his desk and leaned against the front of his, his arms crossed, but his left hand still holding his glass.

Meteo walked in, feeling strangely calm after taking out his frustrations on the grunt. He nodded at Malady, to aknowledge his presence before turning to Percival. "It's news, take it as you will." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small handheld radio as Max took over control. "I'm sure you remember that ragtag group of anarchists we saw a while back called 'The Wild Cards,' right? Well it seems they've finally made a move. Listen for yourself." Meteo turned it on and set it on the desk.


" *kshhht* ...time. Do not be decieved by the trappings of modern disdain - our beliefs are deeper than the shallow destruction others would make you expect. No, we have a nobler goal; to reveal to the world its true nature. A man left to die in the cold would burn a million dollars to stay warm for another night. But a man in high society would sooner burn himself. Thus is the problem revealed: It is society itself that is to blame. Without the 'Order' that these dictators shovel you, without the 'Safety' they provide, humanity would rise up and cast out the profane. They would reject avarice. All the world would become what WE envision! A world where nothing hinders our advancement. We could become the harbingers of our own destinies, instead of being led by the nose by these self-serving governments and their super powered dogs. We do not seek anarchy...we seek perfection.

We are The Wild Cards.

We generate chaos. We generate uncertainty. We generate life. Join us in our quest, and take the world for your own. For every public building destroyed, you free three homes from their oppression. For every public official killed, you save one hundred from his tainted influence. So take the fate of the world into your own hands, and earn your place in the new world order. *click*"


Meteo turned the radio off audibly. "It just started playing on the radio not too long ago, and made the jump to television soon thereafter. What do you think?"
"Personally, I think it's time we followed their lead. I havent gotten to have any fun in weeks!"

Percival couldn't help but smile as the message played. "It does my heart good to hear of another with similar goals" Percival rose the shot glass to his mouth and took a sip. "I'll tell you what Meteo, because your anticipation is radiating." Percival stepped forward and placed his hand on Meteo's shoulder. "You, Malady, and I will go out for a night on the town." Percival rose the shot glass once more but gulped down all of the alcoholic beverage. "I will see about making these 'Wild Cards' affiliates of F.E.A.R.E." Percival smiled as a surge of cosmic energy made his eyes flash with radiant silver. ...affiliates." he repeated. "And with it chaos will follow, seeing humanity deal with utter entropy, a goal I can admire." he said with a casual smile that exuded eagerness.

(I think I used entropy right. Entropy: Randomness, Chaos?)

If Malady could remember how to smile he would. He reveled in misery, called it his friend, more so when he caused it. Meteo was a good partner for this type of job, and Ferrum was the closest thing he had to a friend anymore, so there were no other people he'd rather work with in causing some chaos, no better way to spend a night. "Where are we going for this venture into chaos? What will I be driving?"