#& lex

[griefprofiled]

“ assholery is incurable, unfortunately. ” (Lex @ Alan probably abt whoever kidnapped them xD)

"Third time's the charm." In that this time around might actually kill him, and of that he was fairly certain given the fact that they had spliced together what were essentially hyper intelligent killing machines. Normal raptors could already problem solve and communicate, these were-- worse than anything he'd ever imagined and he hadn't even met any of them yet.

The files were a pretense and secondary. They wanted their weaponized raptors. Apparently one miracle fluke retold by people who didn't really understand what had happened made them think he could do it again.

That probably wouldn't even be necessary. These could probably understand language with enough time and exposure. And they'd fired on them, on things that had the capacity to draw even more solid connections and then act on them.

"This is the only one." A sigh as he tapped the beach on the opposite end of the island on the map in the half-dark foyer, annoyed that it was the only option. "Too many Dimorphodon, except here. They'll already know there's less to eat there, they won't bother. Mostly." Mostly. One or two might. And that was one or two too many. "We get a satellite radio working, call Ellie, and head there."

[intrepiidity]

@luthortm plotted starter

On a fundamental, cell deep level, she wanted to believe that people could change for the better. People, governments, could change the very building blocks of their outlooks and behavior, for the greater good. But years of immersion in the political arena had severely tarnished that idealism. It seemed, that there was always a farce. Governments lying to suit themselves, powerful people disregarding sense or ethics because they felt they were above it all.

While somewhat alarmed at the continuing texts from Lucian-- who in no uncertain terms was doing his best to relay the potential danger she would be in by remaining at the conference-- it had been a decent excuse to ignore Lex Luthor once the elevator doors closed; beyond a polite acknowledgement of his presence.

Leaving was an idea she was fine with, and exactly what she was in the process of doing. She'd already spoken on the furthering of nuclear decay safety measures as demand required, and sticking around to inevitably be cornered by someone wanting to argue the opposite wasn't on her agenda.

That flimsy social contract was shattered when the elevator stopped abruptly in between the 32nd and 31st floors, lights blinking as they clicked over into red tinged hazard lighting. That was the building, not just the elevator system.

It also shouldn't have knocked out the signal on her phone, but a glance down showed that it had. Maybe it was a coincidence.

With a frown, she automatically pressed the emergency call button. Nothing at all. A fire wouldn't knock anything else out, so it wasn't that. Her google watch flashed a disconnect sign.

"What happened to turning a new leaf." She commented dryly, looking at him finally. Maybe it was a leap to assume it was to do with him, but she said it anyway; a tiny splintering of frustration making it easy to jump to conclusions.