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towerofanimus2013-02-03 12:20 pm
thiscloakisgreen) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-03 12:20 pm
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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...]
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.