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Victor von Doom ([personal profile] nerdfight) wrote in [community profile] diversified2014-12-30 12:35 pm

they've got modified features and software brains [ psl ]

WHO Victor von Doom ([personal profile] nerdfight) and Misha Hunt ([personal profile] interspace)
WHAT In which science is done, a country is conquered, and Misha has to deal with a narcissistic asshole hellbent on revenge.
WHEN About a year after the sequel
WHERE Various places
WHY because fuck you Richards, that's why

It was something that had been bothering him for a while, a question that had been left unanswered and one that he was finally deciding to spend his time on now that he had to build up his resources and wait instead of attacking. Who was the girl who had appeared out of nowhere and integrated herself with his greatest enemies? She was an unknown variable, a puzzle to be solved, a threat to be destroyed. He needed to figure her out so he could properly dispose of her and move onto his real targets.

That would take time and research and since his last defeat, he'd take things slower so that he could do things properly. First, he watched from afar through cameras and finding videos of her exploits. Her flight was unnatural, something that couldn't be explained like how he and the others could be. Then, he had to take readings where he couldn't be caught. It was easy enough, send a small drone out to take the readings during a fight, with everyone distracted enough to not notice yet another spectator to the match. That was when he noticed it. He needed to study her in person, he had to know if the readings were correct.

So he set up a plan. A test run of his newly created Doombots would do nicely. Five points of attack to separate everyone so that he could grab the little insect like a flytrap, snatch her up in such a way that nobody could save her from his grasp. It was a beautiful day for an attack too, bright and sunny with no chance of rain. Donning his mask and outfit, Doom went out with his army of Doombots and waited on a skyscraper for his target to pass on the way to one company of his Doombots. When she arrived, he would be ready.
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[personal profile] interspace 2014-12-31 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
They had already begun their usual round of banter over the comms when the sharp whine and crackle of static burst in their ears. Four of them reacted, visible motions in their patterns being disrupted, while Ben smacked at his ear like a fly had gotten into it. Misha put her hands to her head and stopped mid-flight to order, "ALFRED, comms off! Comms off!" before quiet rolled in. Her music never stopped, never wavered but it seemed like their signal was being fucked with and that just made her even more worried.

This was some kind of trap. She could feel it in her gut, and considering the subjects of the distraction she could guess who was at the helm of it: Victor von Doom. That man terrified her on a very real level now that he was also very real. From afar (as in, an entire universe of distance away), he was an interesting character to behold and psychoanalyze as a fictional construct. As a person? He was horrifying for the sorts of things he would do without a second thought, especially to people who got in the way and he had no reason to try and show off for. The Fantastic Four all had the dubious honor of having Doom's attention; Misha was a complete and total unknown, and completely unprotected. She did not want to meet Doom alone ever if she could help it.

On the other hand, that did go a ways to reassuring her that the distraction was merely to tear all of them apart in an attempt of divide and conquer rather than anything aimed at her. Slowly she let go of her ears, looked across the city and around what obstructions she could to see the rest of her teammates continuing on despite the forcible disconnect. They could do that, they were a good team, the sort that could operate even without solid lines of communication. Misha still had her own doubts about what she could do alone, but hell if she was going to let them show during an attack by Doctor Doom. Hell no.

"ALFRED," she instructed, glancing about one more time to get her bearings before she would move on, "keep an eye on local uploads and security cams. See if you can't warn me if any of the others get in danger, all right?" At least she knew ALFRED was still there to listen. It wasn't a communication channel over an encrypted network like the Four were using, but merely speaking to the bracer right there on her bicep.