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towerofanimus2013-02-03 12:20 pm
thiscloakisgreen) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-03 12:20 pm
Entry tags:
A Meeting of Minds [Closed]
Characters: Doom and Kariya Matou [CLOSED]
Setting: Room 5-02
Format: Action to prose.
Summary: A letter somehow finds its way to ol Kariya about meeting with Vic. The resident supervillain ever so eloquently discusses a few matters with the runaway Matou...
Warnings: Contains blood.
[Room 5-02 was now very different than the usual household in the tower. Lavished with strange red fabrics as decoration, the usual small apartment was finely arranged with various tools and crude designs for unknown creations and insignias. While conditioned to be of the same proportion as all of the other apartment rooms, this one just seemed a little out of place.]
[Then there was the feeling of being under constant watch. No obvious things to record visual information seemed to exist but the feeling is always there.]
[A table is set, with two fine glasses and a bottle prepared at the table. With the usual cloaked, armored visage of Dr. Doom himself seated at one of the ends. Those eyes of his were on them the entire time as he motions for one to sit...]
Setting: Room 5-02
Format: Action to prose.
Summary: A letter somehow finds its way to ol Kariya about meeting with Vic. The resident supervillain ever so eloquently discusses a few matters with the runaway Matou...
Warnings: Contains blood.
[Room 5-02 was now very different than the usual household in the tower. Lavished with strange red fabrics as decoration, the usual small apartment was finely arranged with various tools and crude designs for unknown creations and insignias. While conditioned to be of the same proportion as all of the other apartment rooms, this one just seemed a little out of place.]
[Then there was the feeling of being under constant watch. No obvious things to record visual information seemed to exist but the feeling is always there.]
[A table is set, with two fine glasses and a bottle prepared at the table. With the usual cloaked, armored visage of Dr. Doom himself seated at one of the ends. Those eyes of his were on them the entire time as he motions for one to sit...]
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"I shall not be bothered with such details as names," he says. "What matters is that this is important enough for you to give yourself up to some sort of feeble power. I don't know how long you intended to last but, through what I am seeing, it would not nearly be long enough."
His voice grows sharp. Sharp enough to pierce through chests and destroy the heart. His sips have grown into gulps. Clearly now despite his banter he certainly wished it was wine. "If the damage to your body is too significant, even Doom cannot help a dead man. Yet, this Tower I'm assuming has prevented it from happening."
His position turns into a forward slouch as Doom's elbows rest on his iron knees. "The price of power, I've found, can even outweigh the uses at times. Though perhaps this meeting may be your saving grace, Kariya."
At this point, his eyes begin to glow green as he had begun speaking, a stark contrast with the usual dark brown.
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Defensive he may be, but he listens as Doom's voice sharpens. "There's a healer who's been helping me. She can't heal me completely, but she's kept me from dying here." As far as the Tower administrators were concerned, they would probably have been quite content to have him killed by the worms over and over again. "When I go home, I'll die. I knew what was going to happen when I agreed to this. It was the only way." At least, the only way he'd been able to see at the time.
However wary of Doom he may still be, he's caught by the words saving grace. "What do you mean, Doctor?"
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"Think for yourself."
The word "Servant" as a proper noun had been thrown around a few times. Having seen certain people being called Servants tended to be unassuming yet very powerful humanlike beings. Relatively unknown but very hard to miss over the occasional humdrum. There's also that little birdy he has...
"Now may be time for that quick demonstration, is it not?..." He says, before leaning back and taking a leisurely drink of his not-wine.
While one may be thinking to take a drink of their own at that point, it would be quite surprising to suddenly feel a sudden increase in weight in one's hand to then noticing that the glass, liquid and all, had been turned into a rapidly growing (and apparently antagonized) snake.
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When the drink turned into a snake (what was happening?) Kariya, alarmed, his eyes widening, dropped it as quickly as possible. "What–?" He frowned, drawing away from the snake. "I don't need a demonstration, thank you."
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"Oh, but I think otherwise," said Doom. His own drink now finished, he carefully places it on the table and stands his full height, towering well over Kariya. Even if they were quite a distance from each other. "I was like you once," he said, "distanced from my true heritage. When I was a boy, I had no idea that my ancestors dabbled in the mystic arts."
The snake drew itself ever closer to its intended victim. Now having stopped growing, it could wrap itself around a man and cover him whole with body mass along. The Doctor's words become more quiet and methodical, precise and as deadly as the snake he conjured. "But magic is actually quite mirthful in its regard to lineage. You see--now matter how far we stem away from magic, it will always find a way. To give us its power. To goad us into taking it no matter what.
"I am certain our circumstances were a little difference--I was not even aware I was from a long line of wizards until I discovered my mother's hidden chest, whereas you might've known--but the end result is the same." The Doctor begins walking himself, in a semi circle around the viper. "We either find the magic, or it finds us. Now that you have tasted magical power, half-mage, it can never be ignored."
The snake looked as though it could attack at any moment.
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He was upset, of course, growing more so by the moment, and he coughed, the action bringing with it a bright burst of blood from his throat that spilled out over his chin and onto his shirt. He didn't need to conjure anything. Along with the blood, worms spilled from his mouth, bodies slick with the red liquid.
As he coughed them up, they were already changing, growing wings, their sightless faces gaining eyes– as well as teeth. They grew larger, and the sound of their new wings finding first flight hummed through the air, a low and unfriendly sound. One of them darted toward the snake, attempting to affix its jaws to the animal's neck. Blood continued to flow from Kariya's mouth, and from his nose.
I had to change the warning cuz of that last one!
And then, after that little spectacle...
This repulsed him visibly for a moment, before his eyes reaffixed themselves into a glare. "Dear lord, you're infested!"
The snake and worm begin a struggle for domination, the dead flesh of the snake unaffected by damage but the worm lacking a proper blood flow for the venom to affect it very much.
"I underestimated you, Kariya. I had not actually thought you had went 'this' far, in this way. Demon familiars that take the form of foul parasites. Hmph, you are right about one thing--"
While the snake had begun to gain some sort of advantage over its foe in a constriction, they were both vaporized in a flash of green light--devoid of mana or reason just before Doom launched into a soliloquy. "--we are not the same. I see that now. Doom sought power while you avoided it. And while Doom shall succeed, the man I see before me is fated to fail! But what exactly is power? A man as smart as Kariya Matou will think it is strength of magical energy or his familiars."
The evil Doctor's attention changed now towards the Matou in front of him, although he didn't move at all.
"The correct answer, as Doom shall make readily apparent, is that power simply is. I thought you would have interested me further, but it was not that Doom liked it from the beginning. More than a decade of so-called 'allies of justice' have since beckoned to gain the ire of Doom under a false pretense of 'justice' or 'freedom'!" His voice is now loud, not too dissimilar from the barely restrained tone of a monster. "You would say I bully others with my power? Maybe. Maybe! But Doom always watches the price of power, and would never sell himself for such a hollow chance!"
The dictator may have garnered the attention of the familiars, but he is otherwise unconcerned. "I believe our discussion is at an end here, Kariya. And believe me when I say that you have lost your one chance to be a knight instead of a pawn."
Soundless, a thread makes its descent towards Kariya from above...
haha yes, sorry, Kariya needs to come with his own warning
"I'm not going to fail. I'm going to win. You don't know anything about the War. Or me." He doesn't know about Berserker. Berserker gives him more power than almost anything else could. If Berserker were here... but he isn't.
This man was reminding him of Zouken more or more, and he loathed Zouken. He regretted agreeing to come speak to Doom. It had been a poor decision.
"I don't want to interest someone like you. Someone like you can't understand anything that matters." He didn't care about justice so much as he simply cared about Sakura, Rin, and Aoi. If he could help them through unjust means, he would, likely without hesitation. He knew he wasn't a good man now, if he ever was. "I wouldn't want to be your knight. I have nothing more to discuss with you."
Buzzing about his head, the worms spy the thread descending, and Kariya glances up.
which is funny because a Zero/Berserker app'd this cycle. =p
"And one as smart as I knows that your so-called "power" will kill you long before you ever accomplish anything."
Vomiting worms? That was a new one. Although there was a book or two about it he had seen before, it was no less disgusting. Almost as bad as Annihilus. And that thing "is" a giant bug.
At the very end of the thread is...nothing.
Something had taken flight--fallen, rather--soon after being noticed.
"Doom did not sell himself for a limited power. Even greater fools have sought something so hollow a promise as "immortality"! Or powerful artifacts they could not hope to fathom! For these men, Doom has no greater hate. I would see such concepts destroyed before I embrace them..."
Just like that one time years ago. Well, technically it was one hundred years into the future, but the trip was just a few years ago. Reflected in the mirror, a machine once a man gave it all up for a "goal"--and upon its destruction, the emperor had vowed to never become it.
The Doctor seems sort of lost in that last line, recalling his referred adventure...
Yes, Kariya may get some more power soon
He knew that he wasn't pretty, and that the worms weren't pretty, but he had known exactly what he was getting into when he had made his pact with Zouken.
"I told you, it wasn't for power, it was to save someone. And that's what I'm going to do." It was Zouken who wanted immortality. Kariya had, on the contrary, been willing to throw his life away. For Sakura. For Aoi. He didn't regret it, even now. It wasn't only to save someone, it was also his penance. For allowing things to reach such a state. For not doing so many things he should have done.
it will be great
Things seemed to get a little hazy, intangible almost. Things darkened. The walls seemed made of cardboard, the drapes and red cloth were losing color, fast. Until, really, the place collapsed away from itself like it was all made out of cardboard in a dark void.
"You used it to help someone, but power it was. Power 'is'. Quite clearly, your sorry state is due to its donor, someone who knows as well as I do it won't last."
He's seen it a few times. And he has done it a few times.
"You see before you the true pinnacle of mankind's potential--the true future I hold! For in my world, there is no one who can match Doom in any contest, be it magic or might! Show me your limited magicks, then! And prove to a king that you would succeed!"
Silence, other than his voice, permeated the room.