Count Raven Luca What're We Gonna Do Tonight Brain?

[Crash Calestorm 0]

The following log takes place several hours after the events of the 08.20.12 Sim…

 

What’re we gonna do tonight, Brain?

The same thing we do every night, Pinky; try and take over the world!”

- Animaniacs, Pinky and The Brain

Count Raven Luca stood at a floor to ceiling stained glass window, the shutters open onto the attached balcony to allow the chill, night air to sweep through the castle study. The mountaintop view allowed the Count to quietly observe his domain and land.

 

The city of Grayson stood in the distance, lighted from houses and offices, the protectorates expanding outward from the main metropolis. The largest city along the Eastern Coast, it would one day fall to Luca. He’d cut all diplomatic ties once his uncle had passed and the Luca domain had automatically ceded to him.

 

The old fool had never even considered the potential of expansion…

 

A younger man, Raven retained his handsome features, though strain showed in crows feet around his eyes and lines around his mouth. His hair had streaks of gray at the temples. His normal, light brown colored eyes had changed to an unnatural sky blue due to the constant injections that allowed him his abilities.

 

A small Bat-Imp flew unobtrusively into the study, alighting on a small round table that held several hard backed historical books. It flew to The Master when Luca beckoned with a finger without turning his attention from the outlying land scape. Settling on his shoulder, the gangly thing offered a hand-written note on parchment paper, wax sealed with the symbol of Luca’s chief mercenary lieutenant.

 

He took the item from razor sharp claws and delicately opened the parchment, proceeding to read the information contained within. The Count did not need to read the note to know the latest planned attack on the city had not gone well, but did so anyway; an annoyed, low growl deep in his throat indicated renewed displeasure. His eyes flared blue as his gaze returned outward to the night.

 

Moonlight glinted off black armor. He removed an ornate pair of binoculars from a vest pocket, the blood red rubies contrasting with the copper and gold metallic finish of the device. He zoomed the lensed sight to focus on the Re-Animated, confirmed when a Night Owl scout swooped from the tree line to land on the minions shoulder. He tracked the guard as he - or she - circled the side perimeter of the forest before disappearing off on a linked access trail.

 

Count Luca lowered the binoculars and cocked his head to one side in slight amusement, the darker mood passed as quickly as it came on. His free hand stroked the Imp on its pointed ears. A rich, cultured baritone broke the silence of the outside night and the surrounding room.

 

“My pet, it seems a new game has begun. Grayson City has located allies. I do hate it when outsiders get involved... ”