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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 2015-08-21 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
Misha huffed quietly and motioned for Doom to set her down by the chair so she could relax while he did whatever he wanted. It was nice to be out of the arid heat for one thing, and the idea of food, water and an actually-still moment was incredibly relieving. This whole thing had rendered her more shaken up than she could recall in recent memory — and that included the whole Silver Surfer incident — and they'd barely even started the morning. It boded well for their continued cooperation, but Misha wasn't going to try complaining where Doom could hear.

"Just whatever special they've got," she said. Being fussy wouldn't get her anywhere, and she knew what she wanted. What did Doom think she was, a four year old? Jesus. He clearly had no experience with anyone other than his own age group or older so she was going to have to pick up some slack where applicable. She lifted her head enough for a wide grin to the benefit of the proprietress. "Which I only lost because his legs are way longer. He cheated via genetics."

Izzy raised a brow at them but turned to grab one of the clean dish towels and hold it out to Victor. No one was gonna be that grubby in her diner, thank you very much. "Did you need a tow called?" she asked. Tourists weren't that common in town but never let it be said they didn't have hospitality for those who wandered in. "While I make you up your grub. Early morning special, she said?"