capeandcowl | 038 → Voice; Backdated to 10/22

[ The voice on this end sounds calm. Surprisingly calm, considering the location, but unlike most addresses, it's very pointedly voice, instead of a video address. ]

I'm sure very few of you are surprised to know that something happened here in Venezuela, and I don't think anyone's been living under a rock, but if you have, turn on your TV. I'm sure they're still playing that address. Now it's up to us to take this by the fucking horns, and deal with it.

Being an imPort isn't easy, and we've been aware for a long time that Vulcanus is a threat, but more than that, they've been after us from day one. I don't know how many of you've seen what happened, but it's serious. It's beyond serious, it's fucking nasty, and what they've done doesn't just have an effect on us, it hurts Venezuela's people.

And we have a lead on how get rid of this shit. Whether it works or not, if you absolutely cannot control things, and you're at risk of hurting other people, I want you to consider giving out the information that they've asked for. If it doesn't work, they've just proven themselves to be the goddamn monster here, and not us. If it works, they've still proven that they're willing to see harm for their own hubris.

[ A pause. ]

They said it's a fucking virus. They infected us, but I don't want to see us give into their shit. If there were any way, if there is any way to keep your "secrets" and not fuck over Venezuela's people, do it. But, if you can't control it, or if you're at risk, I'm sorry that I have to ask you to do what they want, and make the sacrifice for all of us, and for Venezuela's people. Let's repay their hospitality by protecting them.

But more to the point, let's prove to the world that Vulcanus is guilty of trying to fuck over the people they say they're trying to protect.

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Has anyone found a cure yet? Or, has anyone found out if telling a secret will actually stop this infection or not?

You'd have to ask some of the people who've given them away already. I think Dr. Solus said he was feeling better pretty fucking quickly.

As for cures, no. Not that I've heard of.

[a low, muttered curse.]

With all due respect, Mister Mayor, I'm starting to lose the skin on my face. The scene at the masquerade when this thing activated was a nightmare. I don't think that waiting this out and taking the high road will be an option for much longer.

No, I don't think it will either. That's why we may have to give them what they want, unless we want to either die or make a bigger fucking mess.

It's better than the alternative.

The problem with this is that all the choices seem to be equally bad.

Has anyone found the men who did this? I'm sure the Venezuelan government would love to question them about this fiasco.

Vulcanus themselves? No. Not that I've heard. Other than the address, but we don't know, it could be fucking anyone. It could've happened at any time.

The choices are shit, but I want to take the choice that results in the fewest number of people being hurt for inviting us here.

Good luck. [because Xanatos will spend this whole thing looking out for himself]

We need more than fucking luck right now. We need everyone doing what they can to get through this.

[ Of course, from where he is in the same room - he still doesn't want to risk using his communicator, because it would be a pain in the ass if he broke it - Bradbury can see exactly why Mitch is sticking to voice.

The bandages on his face are as clean and neat as Bradbury could make them, and he's no longer spurting blood all over the place, but the sight of the Mayor right now would be less reassuring than the steadiness of his voice. His bodyguard's shed his ruined suit for a fresh one, though for the moment he's only in shirtsleeves. He's not a guy who normally shows exhaustion, but he looks worn now, unaccustomed power usage draining him beyond the normal limits of his stamina. ]

Good speech. [ He rubs at his eyes, checking his watch; he's been catching twenty-minute catnaps, and he's just about due for another. ]

[ He speaks very, very carefully. ]

And of course they expect us to just take them at their word.

Careful.

[ He rubs at his temple, lifting his eyebrows before he pulls over his fresh coffee. And nobody had better fucking dare get close to that coffee, it is his. He needs it. The desk he'd appropriated ended up looking more like a warzone, covered in papers with half-formed thoughts on them, more a madman's workshop than anything else. He'd never had so much free brainspace, but only so many subjects he can consider without feeling guilt.

Most of them centered on the disaster at hand. ]

I hope so, this is a goddamn mess. [ So wearily ]

They do.

Whether or not it's true remains to be seen, but it's worth the sacrifice.

Which, considering the amount of strong personalities in the city, needs luck. It'll be a miracle if even half the people here decide to work together.

I'm trying to be. They put our backs to the wall with this one.

The intent, I'm sure.

It's not the strong personalities I'm worried about. I'm concerned with the ones who refuse to work with other strong personalities.

The trouble makers, if you will.

We've already caused enough damage, as a whole. I don't like the idea of giving in, at all, but the people who were causing damage need to nip this quickly.

[ Like he wasn't... ]

Of course it isn't true.

You tried it? It didn't work?

I haven't, and I won't. It's absolutely senseless to assume there's only way to cure a virus.

[ A cautious pause. ]

I hope you're fucking right about that, and I really hope that means you're working on one.

Of course I am.

[ He means both things. ]

It's all chemistry.

Glad to hear it. Mr. Osborn, if you can get us a way out of this, we'll all be in your debt.

Edited 2012-10-24 05:40 (UTC)

Oh, I know. [ He pauses. ] Of course, I can't say I'm working alone on it.

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