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diversified2014-12-30 12:35 pm
nerdfight) wrote in diversified2014-12-30 12:35 pm
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they've got modified features and software brains [ psl ]
WHO Victor von Doom (nerdfight) and Misha Hunt (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.
nerdfight) and Misha Hunt (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.
no subject
While he finished up with ALFRED, Misha surreptitiously tried holding her arms out over her head in a sleepy sort of stretch. Her breath hitched when one of them locked up at the elbow; her mind took hold moments later and wrapped the arm in her cosmic thread, forced it to finish pulling out anyway and she ducked her head to hide the pain. This sucked. She was much less capable of being up and about than she dared admit with Doom in the room and was reduced to cheating with her power to fake it. When he came to the door, she eyed him long and hard, noticing the pulse emitter he still wore on his wrist and flicking her gaze to the larger emitters affixed to the corners of her cell. The door was open, although that didn't necessarily mean the field was, but it was a chance. Who knew when she would get another one?
She gently launched herself over the tray of food until she was standing by the foot of the cot and walked to the door, taking ALFRED first. She set him back up, visor and earpieces and core on her arm, made sure his boot sequence was going before she reached for the pills. At the last moment, her hand shifted and her arm was under his wrist, pushing up and away in a hope to unbalance him before he caught on to hold his ground. In the same motion, she was leaning and shoving off the air to try and make it through the gap of the door, her thread expanding into fabric and covering her from every angle — if she could just get out of his reach fast enough, make it far enough to get through the floor or the ceiling or somewhere he couldn't just grab her, she would be home free. She could totally do this.