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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2016 17:21:03 GMT -7
Fisk stood in the near-empty boardroom of Fisk Industries and surveyed the city before him. The twinkling of lights coming from the countless skyscrapers, the regular traffic moving like ants in the cracks of poor foundation below. This was his city. He loved it like a father towards his son. A good father that raised his son in the way that he should go. Not like some who only stifled the child until it was choked out, beating all creativity and uniqueness out it until there was nothing but a fleshly shell remaining. If abused for too long, the city would become just that: a shell of its former self. Something Fisk would not allow. No, he wanted to see this city flourish, rise from the ashes, if he were to use a tired metaphor.
Now that he was back, he saw just how much the city needed him. Armies had amassed in his absence, but with careful planning from his cell, he made careful note to plant allies within their ranks, infiltrate closest to their hearts, and be ready to strike at a moment's notice. Fisk was no stranger to violence. He knew that in many cases it could not be avoided. He preferred good old-fashioned diplomacy most of all, but with the types running against him now, he always made sure to have a gun - one of many - behind his back and ready to be used at the first sign of trouble.
There was no fear here. He turned to Elektra, who stood close by. He studied her for a few moments before turning back to the horizon.
"The city sure is beautiful this time of night," he said. With a soft smile kept only for himself, he added, He turned back to Elektra and kept eye contact. "Don't you agree?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2016 17:38:20 GMT -7
Elektra stood out of the shadows and into the pale night light of the streets below. She noted a few fires were still being put out, struggling for life like one with a noose around their neck, struggling for air. She felt numb to the simile, as she did in her vast counterpart's presence. This is the same man who had her murdered by the crazed assassin Bullseye a few years back. It did give her half a mind to gut the fat man right then and there. It would be so easy, her sais were just a flick of the wrist away from being in the back of his neck. But no, she thought. The Kingpin was crucial to her plan. Her hands stayed at their sides. "Truthfully, I've never noticed it," she said, which is true. She had lived here for large portions of her life, but she could never feel truly attached to faceless people or buildings in varying states of completion or decay. She was far simpler, lived only the life she set in her circle; everything else was just a distraction. She glanced out the window and wondered privately, was Matthew out there right now? Likely. Doing what, she could only guess. For how much longer, well, that was entirely dependent on her forthcoming actions. All of them.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 29, 2016 20:56:20 GMT -7
Fisk turned his head just a few inches in Elektra's direction as she gave comment towards the world below them. He turned back to gaze out the window. "Pity," he said. She was not a talker. Small talk was not her forte. He could respect that. Then again, he had had her killed. He could understand if talking with him was difficult for her. "Everything is just as it should be," he said. Enough about old times. The time was now.
"I leave for a little while and they all get antsy. The whole structure begins to shake. They're all waiting to tear at each other's throats. It doesn't have to be this way."
He had a plan. He had plants deep within the other organizations. They didn't know this, of course, and at a moment's notice - the right moment - Fisk would give the order and they would overthrow everything. Then once the proper order - his order - was ascendant and in place, he would control everything and bring this city to its proper glory. He would not consider another metaphor at this time, but he knew that no matter what happened, the end result would be glorious.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 29, 2016 21:06:16 GMT -7
Elektra studied him for a moment, and then chose her words carefully. She needed to lure him into security in his plans. She already knew he would have had loyalists in the other ranks. Probably even had every intention of using them. But to what end? She chose her next words carefully. "Power is quite a thing to hold. Something you of all people would know, Fisk. But out there? Mr. Negative? Green Goblin? The Hood? Loyalists or otherwise, what will you do about them? They aren't exactly the type to play nice, you know," she stated, her voice like the finest silk. What she said was perfectly true: When two of them weren't trying to kill Spider-Man as their weekly routine, their organizations were run on the quiet while they tried to be respectful businessmen. It left them distracted. The other was a madman with a teleporting cloak who lived and breathed the underworld daily, and was arguably more territorial than the other two combined. One had numbers, another had the plans, and the last had the connections. How did the Kingpin plan to seize that, she wondered? And then there were the heroes themselves. Staunch defenders of this city, fighting for the streets to the bitter end. True, last night Matthew and a gang of Fury's cronies made a splash that the media was having a field day over, but not all who protected their neighbourhoods were so camera hungry. What about them indeed...
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2016 9:23:09 GMT -7
Fisk turned away from the window and faced Elektra fully now as she spoke. When she finished he let her words sink into the silence of the room for a few moments. Then he nodded, gesturing with his finger to inflect his points more clearly. "You make a good case, Elektra," he said. "But it's been said that one must 'speak softly and carry a big stick', words that I find fitting in my own life." He gently tapped his own stick on the floor a couple of times to punctuate this. "As you can see. All of them are indeed something to watch. Closely, I might add."
Fisk did his best to always be prepared, hence his adage towards Elektra. He had his own desire concerning how all of this would turn out, but he was not a fortune teller no matter how many plants he had infiltrate the other groups. There was always room for the unexpected. With the likes of Daredevil and Spiderman out there, he had come to take this to heart quickly.
He frowned, his eyes leaving Elektra's for a few moments as he gathered his words, hands splayed a couple of feet apart, palms upturned, the head of his stick dangling between his middle and ring fingers of his left hand. "Forgive me for being so cryptic at this time. But I must play this close to the chest for now. The fewer channels all of this crosses the better. I hope you'll understand."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2016 21:21:34 GMT -7
"Of course," was all Elektra said simply and vanished deep into the shadows, making it appear, at least to Fisk, that she vanished in but a whisper, though the truth was a bit more complicated than that. In truth it took her roughly forty five seconds to leave the building and with a few graceful flips and wisps of cloth, became one with the New York light. She was angry. Not at Fisk, well okay partially at Fisk, but at herself. This past week turned out to be far more complicated than it really needed to be. First she made a deal with the devil, and not the kind of devil she liked. And then she had spent an entire week going all over hell's half acre, my my the puns tonight, she realized, to duck an evil bitch playing at being an Avenger just to smuggle a backup plan into New York. This is what she resorted to, little plans like some standard megalomaniac. She felt dirty. Well maybe something was in order, and she knew just where to get to next...
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2016 8:22:52 GMT -7
The night was young New York City was lit up as always. Mr.Li changes into Mr. Negative after leaving the soup kitchen the dominant personality was coming out. Mr. Negative received a message via a triad messenger to have talks with the Kingpin. He really does not care about working together. His next target was Hells kitchen his main nemesis was the hood. Now it was time to meet with the main guy, over the years who has just reappeared seemingly out of nowhere. He arrives and gets out of his Limo in front of Fisk industries. Why here of all places Mr. Negative thought to himself. Why would the Kingpin want to meet at this place? He calls his Inner demons quickly. "Hold back... we don't need to have any unforeseen negatively vibes. Just here to see what they have to say. Also, I might ask him why to meet in some fools tower when we could meet in secret somewhere." Mr. Negative is approached by four armed security. You have to be kidding me... if I wanted you dead, you would already be dead. Put your guns down. I'm here for a meeting, I'm sure you're aware of it. I'm here alone. This is an odd place to have a meeting by the way, now if you can hear me tell your cut-rate security to let me in."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2016 20:00:17 GMT -7
Fisk turned back to the window for just a few seconds. When he returned to look to Elektra again, he saw that she had disappeared. He could not really say that he was all that surprised. She was good at that. She kept up appearances, that was for certain. So he turned back to the window and watched the street below.
A limo appeared and a familiar figure stepped out and approached the entrance. Fisk turned to his desk and pressed a button. A wall slid away and revealed several screens, all surveillance footage. Fisk pressed another button on his desk and heard Mr. Negative talking to the guards. He listened for a few moments, hearing Mr. Negative address him directly. He pressed a third button and held it to speak: "Stand down. Let him in. I'm expecting him."
Then Fisk stepped away and pondered the upcoming meeting. He hoped that his associate would be...perceptive to what they would discuss. Some simply went through a song-and-dance in order to twist things to how they wanted them. Fisk differed from this. He preferred the diplomatic approach. Everyone's a winner. Or, at least he liked them to think so.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2016 8:42:39 GMT -7
MISTER NEGATIVE Mr. Negative moves into the Elevator after the four armed guards let him in. He was not impressed, who the hell would have such lapse security unless he really was not worried about the other crime bosses. Stepping off into a nice loft from the elevator the view was excellent he could see almost all of the city. Too many large windows they look thick possibly bulletproof. He figures about 60feet away from the elevator Kingpin sits. This meeting is mainly for meetings purposes in his eyes.
"Greetings Kingpin... pleasure to meet you. Hopefully this meeting can refrain from going Negative. Why a loft? Anyway, should I ask about your security. The Hood has many assassins. You have the best of the best from what I've heard. So what is at stake for Hell's kitchen and surrounding areas? My bad where are my manners. The name is Mr. Negative." He walks over to Kingpin with his hand out stretched going for a handshake.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2016 9:58:59 GMT -7
Fisk turned and stood still as Mr. Negative walked in and introduced himself. Fisk gave a welcome smile and approached, shaking the man's hand. "Fisk. Wilson Fisk. A pleasure," he said. "First let me apologize for the inconvenience. My men can be a little...enthusiastic about their work, no matter what I tell them. But rest assured that you will not be accosted any longer. Now," Fisk showed him the chairs around his desk. "Have a seat if you like. I'll remain standing." He glanced towards the city for a few moments before answering Mr. Negative's other question. "I chose this meeting place as a token of respect. Of trust. While the first impression was somewhat soiled by my men downstairs, I mean you no ill will. In fact, I hope that after this meeting is adjourned."
He let that sink in for a few moments before resting his eyes firmly with Mr. Negative's to show that he meant what he said next. "I've been hearing of rumors lately. Fears that I plan on mounting an attack on you and the other bosses of this city. I want you to lay to rest any worries that you may have. All I want - all I've ever wanted, ever desired - for this city is peace. Harmony among its citizens and leaders. Now, I am not the most eloquent of men, but I hope that I have put this as simply as I can. And feel free to ask any questions that may be on your mind. I want you to feel that you're speaking with a friend here. Not an enemy."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2016 8:19:27 GMT -7
MISTER NEGATIVE\MR. Li Mr. Negative listened to the Kingpin as he sat down in a very comfortable seat. He surveys the area looking for others or an ambush everything appears to be fine. " Interesting why would you just want peace, last I heard you were taking out the competition before you were sent to prison. Is that true then why are you changing your mind?" Mr. Negative waits for his response. Mr. Negative knows his minions the Inner demons are now scouting out the area around the tower. He smiles before continuing pointing over to a model of Hell's Kitchen and surrounding areas. "I know you're a businesses man, Kingpin. Now you have a chance to make more money if the crime is rampant through Hell's Kitchen and the surrounding areas. You can pick up businesses and real estate and when the area is back to normal you can make a fortune off it. My whole problem with this is what is to become of me. In your original scenario, yes... I have informants even around you. I would be expendable. Now care to fill me in on the specifics of this new plan of peace of yours."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2016 8:49:47 GMT -7
Seeing that Mr. Negative chose to take him up on his offer for a chair, Fisk joined him and sat across from him, the skyline of the city behind him. Mr. Negative was quick. He was not one to underestimate. He asked Fisk about his reasoning, why he had changed. Fisk steepled his fingers on the table. "I know this may sound trite, but my time in prison gave me plenty of chances to think about the future - my future, especially. And all of this violence is so unnecessary. I can't speak for everyone when I say this, but all I've ever wanted is to see this city become something greater. I know it can. And to constantly be fighting, that doesn't help us any. The stories of how long opposing factions go at each other and how it ends up destroying them both in the long run are legion."
He listened to Mr. Negative's next point and nodded. "I believe in adapting for the future," Fisk said. "Violence is not always the answer. Respect, that is what we desire. And what better way to achieve that than to begin with each other? I have my venues of influence as you have yours. Everyone leaves everyone else alone. We don't need to be fighting when we have everything we need right now. When we fight, we both lose, and the city is the one that truly suffers for it. And as for money...I have more money than I could ever hope to spend. Sure, I could always make more, but there are so many other ways to do that. Legitimate ways. And while the plan you speak of would work, certainly, I want the people of this city to enjoy living here. Tell their friends all about it, bring in friends and family from the outside, slowly building the population. Affordable housing in attractive neighborhoods. Clean this city up. Bring it from the figurative ashes, so to speak. Now does this do anything to ease your mind about my intentions? All I want is what is best for everyone."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2016 19:54:08 GMT -7
MISTER NEGATIVE\MR. Li Mr. Negative is disappointed in the way he was answering expecting a definite answer to his question. The rather large man is now spewing a load of bullshit in his eyes. There could be no peace without one taken control is the main thing idea Negative believed. What was the Kingpin's secret plan? Now he was to be crowned as the supreme crime boss. He was starting to believe that the Kingpin lost his nerve... seriously, peace of all things. " Violence are you kidding me? We all know how you got to the top. I can't rest this is my time. Time for this city to go full blown Negative. Fire is going to consume the city. You know what... I will thank you, yes thank you for what I'm about to do. I want... really is to watch this city burn. You don't know what is coming. The war is coming, once I leave, in days. Do you have any final words... Kingpin? I'll give you a few days to make me change my mind if not, then all hell is going to break loose and Hell's kitchen will literally look like hell." Mr. Negative stands up and prepares to leave.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2016 13:52:40 GMT -7
Fisk could only sit back in his chair and listen to what Mr. Negative was saying. He was somewhat baffled by the brazen arrogance and lack of foresight by this man. To Fisk's ears, it sounded like Negative was only in this for the destruction of the city and nothing more. And how far would that get him? With all of the others involved in the beating heart of Hell's Kitchen, he had to see that they wouldn't stand by and let him get away with any of it. And this was without Fisk's own intervention.
However, Mr. Negative had clearly made up his mind. And why should Fisk stop him? With Mr. Negative's own plan, he would likely lead himself into his own destruction. That would be most pleasant to the Kingpin. Less work on his part. He was certain that the others would agree - one rival fewer than before. Negative stood from the table and was ready to leave. Fisk slowly nodded and stood as well. "A pity," Fisk said. "I will take your warning under consideration. As for me, I only offer you this. A quote: 'Who overcomes by force hath overcome but half his foe'." A ghost of a smile grew upon his face. "Until we meet again, Mr. Negative. I do thank you for stopping by."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2016 22:41:47 GMT -7
The Following Evening...Elektra scanned the area for guards. She spotted a few rotating between shifts on each floor like clockwork, working top to bottom, never working the same floor twice. It was a familiar pattern. They all sported masks of ancient Chinese design. Even the Hand had more subtlety. Mr. Negative appeared to be the biggest rival to the Kingpin as much as Norman Osborn was the biggest rival to Wilson Fisk. However she wanted war, not peace. And Osborn always had a diplomatic streak that would require a more delicate touch. Part of her longed for the night before, where a more delicate and rough touch was hers to take. She reminded herself why she must do this, shutting down those emotions with a blink. They were distractions. Always a distraction. She leaped and hurled a grapple line, using her skills taken from the Hand to mask her presence to everybody. Never a sound, never a sight. She pulled out her sais at a nearby vent and climbed inside. Sure she might've tripped a silent alarm, and - - she held her breath and closed down her heartbeat as poisonous gas filled the ventilation. She waited for but a few moments until it passed and once the gas had vented into the brisk near-spring night, she continued down the vent, finding the right spot to pop out. A few of Negative's men were present directly beneath her entryway. She worked her magicks yet again to trick them into thinking they had forgotten something and looked away. With astonishing speed (at least from their purview,) the vent popped open and she dashed out of sight, swiping one of their access cards in the process. A few staircases and a corridor later, she found the office she was looking for and swiped herself in. The security panel clicked and she was inside. Taking a few steps she saw the chair turned towards the city below. That was never good news. She heard a gun click back and touch the back of her neck. She felt the reverb presence in her mind's eye and while this was a pathetic attempt at a shakedown, she decided to humor him. Afterall, she needed something he could provide. "<I come for assistance that only you can provide,>" she said speaking in Mandarin, "<Mr. Negative,>"
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