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xp_logsTandy arrives at Cullen's penthouse in NYC to give him the latest news.
The elevator opened to reveal the view of the skyline of New York City. Cul did like to live at the top of the world as the demon walked over to the window and looked out. Hearing movement behind her, she moved her head slightly, "Good Evening."
Cul was annoyed, angry and a million other things. Looking out at his eventual kingdom, he was frustrated that this process was taking too long. His powers were not going to come back at this rate. "I thought you said the Worthy were just that -- Worthy. Why am I still here, stuck in this infernal body?" With a flick of his hand, the lights dimmed and he stalked back into the penthouse. He grabbed at her hand, and pulled her close, letting out a low growl. "I tire of it, and its limitations," he said, looking down at her. "You'd better have something good to tell me."
"Now now Cul." The demon patted his chest gentle. "Your power will return to you as each Worthy wakens. But, Nerkkod did fail to retrieve the other two hammers. They are in the possession of the X-Men. At least I can stay by the hammers. No doubt they are calling for their owners." She fixed his tie a bit. "I wasn't lying when I said that they were not to be underestimated. I did so once and will not again."
Cul sniffed the air, annoyed. "Nerkkod. I should have never trusted him. What a fool I was to let someone else take this on. And these X-Men...." His eyes narrowed as he peered over her head, his hands now resting on the small of her back, his gave on the cityscape outside. "What are we going to do with them? "
The demon tilted her head to the side and looked up at the god of fear. It was Dweller who found the outcasted king of Asgard who was banished to Midgard by his brother Odin centuries ago. Times may change but they didn't. Moving away and faced back at the city before them. "We still have others to find. Your human followers did well to hide them when you fell the last time. But they can be unearthed again. In the meantime, I'll keep a close eye on the two hammers. Her friends still don't suspect a thing." Her fingers traced along the necklace that kept her secrets. "It will be their undoing. But the time they figured it out, it will be too late."
"Says you." Cul wasn't completely convinced. "I still don't see how we can mitigate this without our full powers. Dweller." He reached out and grabbed her arm, squeezing it slightly, his actions in complete contrast from the embrace earlier. "Do not fail me."
Dweller looked down at his hand with a raised eyebrow. Her black eyes looked back up at him, unimpressed. "I think you should be giving your concerns to your Worthy. But if you would like my advice...don't send your Worthy off alone again. Not until all of the Hammers have been reunited with their Chosen. They will be stronger then."
"I will take your words into consideration." He gave a cold smile and again, pulled her close before lowering his head to give her a hard kiss. "Now. The evening is ours, and I tire of conversation."
"Then lets go cause some mayhem."
The elevator opened to reveal the view of the skyline of New York City. Cul did like to live at the top of the world as the demon walked over to the window and looked out. Hearing movement behind her, she moved her head slightly, "Good Evening."
Cul was annoyed, angry and a million other things. Looking out at his eventual kingdom, he was frustrated that this process was taking too long. His powers were not going to come back at this rate. "I thought you said the Worthy were just that -- Worthy. Why am I still here, stuck in this infernal body?" With a flick of his hand, the lights dimmed and he stalked back into the penthouse. He grabbed at her hand, and pulled her close, letting out a low growl. "I tire of it, and its limitations," he said, looking down at her. "You'd better have something good to tell me."
"Now now Cul." The demon patted his chest gentle. "Your power will return to you as each Worthy wakens. But, Nerkkod did fail to retrieve the other two hammers. They are in the possession of the X-Men. At least I can stay by the hammers. No doubt they are calling for their owners." She fixed his tie a bit. "I wasn't lying when I said that they were not to be underestimated. I did so once and will not again."
Cul sniffed the air, annoyed. "Nerkkod. I should have never trusted him. What a fool I was to let someone else take this on. And these X-Men...." His eyes narrowed as he peered over her head, his hands now resting on the small of her back, his gave on the cityscape outside. "What are we going to do with them? "
The demon tilted her head to the side and looked up at the god of fear. It was Dweller who found the outcasted king of Asgard who was banished to Midgard by his brother Odin centuries ago. Times may change but they didn't. Moving away and faced back at the city before them. "We still have others to find. Your human followers did well to hide them when you fell the last time. But they can be unearthed again. In the meantime, I'll keep a close eye on the two hammers. Her friends still don't suspect a thing." Her fingers traced along the necklace that kept her secrets. "It will be their undoing. But the time they figured it out, it will be too late."
"Says you." Cul wasn't completely convinced. "I still don't see how we can mitigate this without our full powers. Dweller." He reached out and grabbed her arm, squeezing it slightly, his actions in complete contrast from the embrace earlier. "Do not fail me."
Dweller looked down at his hand with a raised eyebrow. Her black eyes looked back up at him, unimpressed. "I think you should be giving your concerns to your Worthy. But if you would like my advice...don't send your Worthy off alone again. Not until all of the Hammers have been reunited with their Chosen. They will be stronger then."
"I will take your words into consideration." He gave a cold smile and again, pulled her close before lowering his head to give her a hard kiss. "Now. The evening is ours, and I tire of conversation."
"Then lets go cause some mayhem."
