Blue S Rue

[15:25] <Minaplo> [The boardroom was crowded, nervous tension hung like overpowering perfume. The goons were nervous.-
[15:29] <Minaplo> [Only three people sat at the table. Boss Costa, of course, looking subdued; at his left was Lady Alves, calm as always, and to her left was the Brofessor, his brow furrowed. All around them stood suited mafia goons, who looked, at best, ashen-faced.-
[15:40] <Minaplo> [The door burst open- all heads turned.-
[15:41] <Minaplo> [Mr. Blue had kicked the door straight open, his face tight and implacable. He didn't even stop, just kept walking.-
[15:41] <Minaplo> [One of the goons spoke up. "You asshole! You left the Don behind to-"-
[15:41] <Minaplo> [Mr. Blue didn't even turn to look at him. With one fluid, split-second action he threw a dagger at the man. It hit him in the chest.-
[15:42] <Minaplo> [The goon stared down at the dagger- not deep enough to kill- and reached to pull it out. A second before he could, however, the dagger let off an electronic noise.-
[15:42] <Minaplo> ["Bzzt."-
[15:43] <Minaplo> [Thousands of volts ran through the goon's body, sending him flailing into the back wall and to the ground, a jibbering twitching mess. Mr. Blue paid no attention. He paced the room like a caged lion.-
[15:43] <Minaplo> ["Everyone whose name isn't Alves, Costa or Brofessor, get out."-
[15:43] <Minaplo> [Nervous, alarmed glances were exchanged. The goons began to file out, leaving behind only Mr. Blue and the three remaining crime bosses. The bosses looked at each other, clearly apprehensive.-
[15:44] <Minaplo> [Mr. Blue paced back and forth a few times more, each time becoming faster and more agitated. Suddenly, without warning he came to a stop and turned toward the table. "That fat Italian FUCK!"-
[15:44] <Minaplo> ["HOW CAN ONE PERSON SCREW SOMETHING UP SO ABSOLUTELY THOROUGHLY?!"-
[15:46] <Minaplo> [Costa leaned away from the raging Mr. Blue, clearly alarmed. He looked to his left. Alves and the Brofessor had done the same.-
[15:48] <Minaplo> ["HE HAD ONE TASK! ONE! AND HE FUCKED IT BEYOND RECOGNITION! HOW DOES A FUCKING MAFIA DON FUCK SOMETHING UP SO MUCH?!"-
[15:48] <Minaplo> ["HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE THE MOST DANGEROUS CRIMINAL IN ALL OF FUCKING PARIS! HE'S A TERRIBLE FUCKING FATHER! I'VE SEEN BETTER CRIMINAL ORGANISATIONS RUN BY FINNISH GIRL SCOUTS!"-
[15:49] <Minaplo> [Mr. Blue grabbed a porcelain plate from the table and hurled it across the room, where it shattered into a million pieces. He kicked a chair over because fuck chairs.-
[15:50] <Minaplo> ["I TOLD HIM TO BE DISCREET! HIS SON FUCKS THAT TURKEY! I TOLD HIM STAY OUT OF THE PUBLIC EYE AND HE GOES TO A FUCKING RESTAURANT OPENING WITH THE PRESIDENT AND ZHANG RIGHT THERE! AND HE TAKES HIS AFTERBIRTH OF A SON!"-
[15:52] <Minaplo> [Costa bristled. He hated Parrino, true, but after a few months of having to work together with the infuriating Mr. Blue, the snakelike lady Alves and the smug, smarmy Brofessor, he realised that he had a great deal in common with Don Parrino. Against his will he found himself speaking. "Parrino's a proud man. You can't expect a chink girl to insult his son without payb-"-
[15:52] <Minaplo> ["FUCK YOUR PRIDE! MAFIA PRIDE IS BULLSHIT! YOU'RE CRIMINALS! YOU SHOOT PEOPLE AND SELL DRUGS! YOU ARE HORRIBLE FUCKING PEOPLE, AND YOU'RE NOT EVEN VERY GOOD AT BEING HORRIBLE FUCKING PEOPLE!"-
[15:54] <Minaplo> ["CAN'T I GET SOME FUCKING COMPETENCE ALL UP IN THIS? HE DIDN'T EVEN JUST SCREW THE POOCH, HE SOLD THE POOCH INTO WHITE SLAVERY!" Mr. Blue screamed, picking up the knocked over chair and slamming it into a wall, where the legs embedded themselves a foot deep into the plaster. He smashed his fist against the top of the table.-
[15:54] <Minaplo> ["WE MIGHT'VE HAD A CHANCE IF HE'D JUST KEPT HIS BIG FAT PASTA-MUNCHING MOUTH SHUT, BUT HE HAD TO THREATEN THE BABY GIRL, AND NOW SHE'S GOING TO BE HIDDEN FOR FUCKING EVER IN THE GREATEST FUCKING BUNKER EVER BUILT BY FUCKING MANKIND, YOU STUPID NEAPOLITAN PRICK!"-
[15:56] <Minaplo> ["THAT IS FUCKING IT! DO YOU GET ME? WE CANNOT GET ZHANG. WE CANNOT GET DE PTERES. BLANC HAS A FUCKING STORMTROOPER BODYGUARD! OUR ONE CHANCE AND THAT SICILIAN SHITSTAIN RUINED IT FOREVER! EVERYTHING IS RUINED!" Another chair shattered against the wall. The three criminal bosses were now visibly sweating.-
[15:56] <Minaplo> [Mr. Blue stood there, panting like an angry leopard. He covered his face with his hands and sank into one of the undamaged chairs.-
[15:57] <Minaplo> ["I… I dunno. I dunno what the hell anymore." He began to rock back and forth, shaking like a leaf.-
[15:57] <Minaplo> ["Go… Go tell the Parrino capos to come in here. Tell them, I dunno. Tell them I'll be their don now." Muttered Mr. Blue. "If any disagree, I'll castrate them."-
[15:58] <Minaplo> [Costa sagged in his chair. He hadn't realised he'd been sweating so profusely. The Brofessor looked like he was on the brink of a heart attack.-
[16:00] <Minaplo> ["We'll just have to wing it. We'll kidnap her pet lion and go from there or… Or something." Muttered Blue.-
[16:00] <Minaplo> ["… There might be another way." Said the Brofessor.-
[16:00] <Minaplo> [Mr. Blue's head shot up. "Really?"-
[16:06] <Minaplo> ["In a few weeks, NERV will be holding its annual organisational meeting. Although the meetings will occur in the Geofront, the lodging will take place in Paris-2- the Geofront doesn't have any room with the Storm Troopers now."-
[16:06] <Minaplo> ["Ok, so what does this mean?"-
[16:06] <Minaplo> ["ODs." Said the Brofessor. "From all the bases."-
[16:06] <Minaplo> ["Ok, so…"-
[16:06] <Minaplo> ["They bring a few pilots with them. Always."-
[16:06] <Minaplo> ["T-" Mr. Blue stopped.-
[16:07] <Minaplo> [And then he grinned. This terrified Costa more than his anger had.-
[16:07] <Minaplo> ["This is why I keep you around, Brofessor. You hook me up with that sweet sweet info." He stood up, grinning. "Do you have any idea of what pilots they're bringing?"-
[16:08] <Minaplo> [The Brofessor smirked and emptied a paper sack of little NERV figurines onto the table.-
[16:11] <Minaplo> [A sexy-posed Gabriel-Wei, a blushing, suited Ikari, a warm, kimono-clad Ayanami Rei, a samurai-armoured Akagi Tsubaki, one of the Kenyan twins (wearing jeans and a t-shirt) and an assortment of various Ayanamis.-
[16:11] <Minaplo> ["Oooh. I didn't know they sold Gabriel-Weis like that."-
[16:11] <Minaplo> ["They don't."-
[16:12] <Minaplo> [Mr. Blue gave the Brofessor a quizzical look.-
[16:12] <Minaplo> [Costa, intrigued in spite of himself, picked up the Rei figurine and fiddled with it a little, posing the arms idly.-
[16:14] <Minaplo> [Mr. Blue didn't pay attention to him. "Excellent. Very excellent."-
[16:14] <Minaplo> ["I know -exactly- what to do now~"-
[16:15] <Minaplo> [The laughter that echoed forth from his lips was audible even outside the room, by the thirty goons hanging around the door.-
[16:15] <Minaplo> [Not a single one of them looked encouraged. Not at all.]

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