4827/Germination: Fire and Fungus

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Germination: Fire and Fungus
Date of Scene: 05 July 2018
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Shredder talks to one of the mutants that planted the mushroom in central park.
Cast of Characters: Iron Man, Shredder
Tinyplot: Germination


Iron Man has posed:
    After the wounding (and stabbing) of the fire mutant, and the conversation with the crime boss Kano, one of the minions who had stayed entirely in the back, on the fiery mutant's side, came forward. He quietly, and politely, has broached the question of what Shredder might do, if, for example, he were able to 'control' the fungal monsters. There is a softened quality to the question, and a strange lack of fear. He doesn't exude power or anything else. Just a calm demeanor.

    The man is pretty ordinary, late thirties: overweight by an amount, hooded like the others, though there's no REAL effort in it.

Shredder has posed:
    The Shredder's gaze shifts toward the voice of the new speaker, like a hard lock from a missile. "Control," the ninja master echoes. "That widely depends on the level of control," he says. "I make it a practice not to wield tools which cannot be predicted. You are bold to speak after what happened to your master. What is your name?"

Iron Man has posed:
    "'Master' isn't really accurate," the man says. The two people near him look at him as if he has entirely lost his mind, and they don't want to die. They are clearly looking to leave IMMEDIATELY. The man doesn't seem so bothered. "No control is _complete_, I suppose. Let's say you were safe from them, or use them how you liked, then. You can call me whatever you wish. 'Ron' is fine, too."

Shredder has posed:
    Shredder turns to face 'Ron' more direct, and starts to walk back toward him, paying no heed to the others who cower nearby. "I believe I have demonstrated that I am not someone to toy with," he states. "Tell me directly, do you have means for such control?" He doesn't directly answer the question, but it is clear that his interest is piqued.

Iron Man has posed:
    "Yes. Theory is pretty boring alone. If you want a demonstration I don't /really/ mind," Ron answers. There's humor there suddenly, like he might even prefer to do a demonstration as opposed to not. It's a sort of petty, sick little humor, though, that Shredder will probably recognize quickly: a sadistic sort.

Shredder has posed:
    Shredder takes his time before responding. Still as a statue he stands as she weighs this new player's suggestion, and the implications of the fact such a person has existed during this entire dramatic unfolding. Finally, he raises a hand, and motions toward himself. "Show me," he says, moving toward the exit.

Iron Man has posed:
    Ron comes along, all smiles for a moment before the smiles dissolve away into more of a blankness. He finger-waves at the others he was with, and follows in a relaxed manner after Shredder: there's no expectation or need for the other 'goons' to come at all.

Shredder has posed:
    Shredder and his company take Ron, and they head to one growing at a nearby park. The Foot disappear into the surrounding area, while Karai and the mutanimals stay nearby. "Now," he says, motioning to the oozing fungal mass. "Show me exactly what you mean."

Iron Man has posed:
    It isn't a large example of a mushroom, about the height of a person. There are two of the little 'spawn' with it, digging up some bushes nearby to drag back towards it. Ron looks at it. "Sure. What do you want them to do?" Ron asks, pausing and looking under his shoe. He stepped in dog mess. He seems more concerned with wiping it off on some grass than anything else.

Shredder has posed:
    Shredder glances down at the man's shoe, and exchanges a look with Karai. "Let's start by moving it's...creatures here," he points in front of himself.

Iron Man has posed:
    Ron looks over at the spot Shredder indicates, and then continues trying to wipe his shoe. Across at the mushroom, the creatures orient on them, and rush directly at them. Whether it is connected to Ron or the request isn't apparent either way. There's another thing that happens: to the right off to a side, a man was taking pictures of the mushroom on his cell phone near a sidewalk. He starts to come over also.

Shredder has posed:
    Shredder watches patiently as the creatures rush toward him. The man does not even get a glance from the master. His elites that had been hidden respond to the newcomer, one of them dropping from a tree and intercepting the man, rushing to pull his ninjato and hold it to the man's throat.

Iron Man has posed:
    The creatures come directly over and stop. They sit there, and roil their tentacles a little. Ron looks over to the guy the ninjas ambushed. "That's Bill. I just wanted his shoes," Ron says freely, while sitting in the grass to remove his own. "He's just bringing them over. We're fine. Okay. Do you want them to fight each other, or something?" Ron suggests, with a jerk of head to the squid-creatures.

Shredder has posed:
    Shredder gives an unamused look to Ron. "You believe this to be a game of sport," he says in a mildly condescending tone. "you are a telepath," he says. "I am more interested to see what you can do with the field itself, first. Make it shrink, if you are able." A different type of request to see what type of control might be able to be exerted. He holds up his hand, and indicates for them to release poor Bill. They do so, but not before the phone is confiscated.

Iron Man has posed:
    Ron isn't upset by the condescension. "Game, not really. More to just get to the point. Turning on its own kind requires the most pressure for this thing; it's very supportive of it's own," Ron explains. He looks at the mushroom, though, and actually seems to have to put some effort or focus in. The stalk doesn't shrink, but it does pull downwards, which restricts some of the digestion zone. "This one can't walk yet. Control within the bounds of what they do or are."

Shredder has posed:
    Shredder nods slowly. "Your talent is noted," he says. Where Aurian has shown to be foolish, you have, at least this far, proven wiser. I may have use for this." He turns back to Ron. "These fields must be destroyed, ultimately. They are not something which can be held indefinitely. But I am sure that your gifts may be of use beyond this. Will others follow you?" he asks, then adds. "Willingly?"

Iron Man has posed:
    Ron looks to Bill as he comes over. Bill removes his own shoes and hands them over, then walks off barefoot with the dog-shit shoes in his hand. Ron puts on the new shoes. "I'm more of a /backer/. I think your ownership of Mutant Town is good for the place. I wondered if you were the /world domination/ sort if I suggested use of these things." One of the squids returns back to the stalk, the other approaches and sits at Ron's feet like a weird cat. "Sometimes people follow me. Sometimes not. 'Willingly'." The man, the longer spoken to, the more sort of scummy his opinions lean. "I haven't decided quite what I'll do with these fungal things. They're interesting in their way. Garbage disposals. And so much chaos. It's pretty to watch, really."

Shredder has posed:
    Shredder nods. "Very good, for now, you may enjoy these creatures as you see fit. Karai will contact you soon, and we shall see what can become of Mutant Town. Continue to play your cards well, and you may see yourself in a very desirable position."

Iron Man has posed:
    "Oh yes. You can always trust me to enjoy myself," Ron says, in a manner that suggests a massive private joke. He picks up the squidling like a pet cat, and gives contact information to Karai. "I look forward to your ideas."