Post by Viper on Aug 18, 2013 21:24:01 GMT -4
Madripoor; a city where you can get everything and do anything you want, while the cops look the other way. It's a place of sin and corruption, run by illegal trade, drugs, and violence. It's an island where, if you don't want to be found, you can easily disappear.
It's also a place owned and operated by HYDRA, or more specifically, by Madame HYDRA, aka Viper. How she came by this ownership was a rocky and tumultuous tale. Long story short, Viper married Wolverine and the island was something of an impromptu wedding present. Here she was queen. But ruling with an iron fist wasn't quite her style. Instead she preferred to do things behind the scenes, with subtlety and dealings made in the shadows. Most of the citizens there didn't know it, but they all belonged to Viper in one way or another.
Unfortunately, the green haired woman was not in the best state of mind at the moment. It wasn't often, but occasionally, Viper would have 'moments' where her world stopped making sense and the air filled with the sounds of screams and the smell of smoke and fire, while she tasted the copper tang of blood at the back of her mouth and the dead came back to haunt her. Whether it was real or just an illusion brought on by the many, many years of events etched in her mind, the toxins in her body, or the elder magic in her being, Viper was never really sure. Moments like these meant there were only two ways of dealing with it; either give in and let the blood flow and bullets fly until the voices were silenced or drug them into submission.
The opium den was privately owned and an establishment of high regard. The clientele were few, since most couldn't afford the prices. Viper preferred that. It meant privacy and secrecy in her little home away from home away from home. She was currently laying in a secluded room with the curtains drawn around her, muffling any unwanted sounds. The light provided by a few candles was low and soothing, the environment helping almost as much as the opiates themselves. Viper laid curled up on an elegant day bed, dressed in a green silk robe, her normal clothing and weapons were laying on a nearby chair. For the most part she was still, save for the occasional twitch her body gave, stubbornly trying to fight the effects of the drugs. Other than that, her eyes were half glazed and unfocused as her mind wandered the black void between the stars.
It's also a place owned and operated by HYDRA, or more specifically, by Madame HYDRA, aka Viper. How she came by this ownership was a rocky and tumultuous tale. Long story short, Viper married Wolverine and the island was something of an impromptu wedding present. Here she was queen. But ruling with an iron fist wasn't quite her style. Instead she preferred to do things behind the scenes, with subtlety and dealings made in the shadows. Most of the citizens there didn't know it, but they all belonged to Viper in one way or another.
Unfortunately, the green haired woman was not in the best state of mind at the moment. It wasn't often, but occasionally, Viper would have 'moments' where her world stopped making sense and the air filled with the sounds of screams and the smell of smoke and fire, while she tasted the copper tang of blood at the back of her mouth and the dead came back to haunt her. Whether it was real or just an illusion brought on by the many, many years of events etched in her mind, the toxins in her body, or the elder magic in her being, Viper was never really sure. Moments like these meant there were only two ways of dealing with it; either give in and let the blood flow and bullets fly until the voices were silenced or drug them into submission.
The opium den was privately owned and an establishment of high regard. The clientele were few, since most couldn't afford the prices. Viper preferred that. It meant privacy and secrecy in her little home away from home away from home. She was currently laying in a secluded room with the curtains drawn around her, muffling any unwanted sounds. The light provided by a few candles was low and soothing, the environment helping almost as much as the opiates themselves. Viper laid curled up on an elegant day bed, dressed in a green silk robe, her normal clothing and weapons were laying on a nearby chair. For the most part she was still, save for the occasional twitch her body gave, stubbornly trying to fight the effects of the drugs. Other than that, her eyes were half glazed and unfocused as her mind wandered the black void between the stars.