nerdfight: (when she's dancing next to me)
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.
interspace: (⎌ to the past)

[personal profile] interspace 2015-01-01 10:26 am (UTC)(link)
Somewhere in the middle of their bubble where nothing would touch them, nothing could reach until they were calmed and brought back to their own respective safe places, there was a quiet beep in Misha's ears, followed by a questioning voice. It was ALFRED, finally awake from the upgrades and updates and firewall checks, all of those stupid safeguards Reed had installed before finally handing the glorified flight calculator over to Misha for her birthday. She heard his voice and her sobs mixed with laughter because she still couldn't speak, couldn't explain anything or give any kind of signal. ALFRED only knew of that nightmare space from Misha's descriptions and she suddenly realized how lacking they had been from blessed time apart.

After a long enough pause of simply listening to Misha's unstable sounds and breaths, ALFRED did what ALFRED did best: he picked a course of action based off the information at hand. Music began to play in her ear, the usual playlist she pulled up after nightmares where she couldn't get to sleep. Calm and rhythmic things interspersed with angry, screaming wordless pits of metal and drums. It was incredibly helpful in calming her down and finding someplace in her brain where it made sense to feel like she was without being overpowered and soon she managed to gain her breath enough to attempt words once again.

Quietly, tentatively and very uncertain, Misha said, "D—Doom?"