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towerofanimus2013-02-20 01:19 pm
thiscloakisgreen) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-20 01:19 pm
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Something much more interesting...
Characters: Dr. Doom and YOU! (yes, you.)
Setting: Floor 82 (the ballroom)--Floor 86 (the fae ring floor)--Floor 27 (the laboratory)
Format: action!
Summary: Doom begins his "expedition" into the other floors of the tower, increasing his knowledge along the way, before settling down in the newly discovered lab to...well, you know what he does.
Warnings: Monster encounters are possible, so caution. Also, incoming ham.
Floor Eighty-Two
How quaint...
[The new mask on his face is...rather silly. It is black, red trim, and is actually placed on his current, ever present mask.]
Finally, there is some class in this forsaken tower! If this is but a tacky place...
[He of course removes the mask, dodgy as the look was. Given his already exotic cloak, he sees little need to change for this place. While before it was merely for exploration, this place indeed had everything for those of the upper class could want--minus the wine, as always.]
[Although prying questions from him at this point might not seem as different as one might think...]
Doom does not impress easily, as well!
Floor Eighty-Six
[Several mushroom rings dot the area.]
[Being a master of magic himself, Doom is 'quite' aware of the dangers the fae folk possess even to the most powerful wizards.]
So. There truly is no place the fairies cannot go. As fascinating as always. [He dare not approach any of the rings, only wandering until he finds one that has enough room for him to squat down and observe the rings themselves. Doom cannot see the fae, despite his magically enchanted mask, but that is because the fairies aren't invisible, per say. In actuality, they just don't want to be seen. It is as simple as that.]
"Exaccus Magickus"?...Bah. That is not this breed. Nothing is indigenous to this blasted tower or any other world!
[Despite the frustration, he nonetheless continues his observation. Just beside him, a book floats of its own volition. It opens suddenly and turns at a super fast rate before reaching a seemingly random page, conjuring a quill from subspace as it begins to write down what Doom is saying.]
Dark purple rings, white spots...at random patterns, all around the ring. No fae mushroom is exactly like another. In fact, it is through my expert observation that--
[It goes on for a bit. Perfect concentration, he observes just outside the ring while making these recordings...Doom has never stood out this much before.]
Floor Twenty-Seven
[Hunched a little before a work table, sparks flying in all directions at times, Dr. Doom at last goes back to doing what he does best--inventing mysterious and yet powerful devices for his own personal agenda.]
.....
[With the work ethic of a well tuned, well oiled automaton, Doom's body remains in the lab but his mind is worlds away. And much like a machine, his speech is fixed, monotone, so much unlike his boisterous self. Of course, this is merely the other half that comprises the intellectual known as Victor von Doom. One is the king, the other is the scientist, and so work goes forward as is always planned.]
[Only a couple of beakers and tools are at his side. A mysterious, apparently magical tome is also on the table, open, with a picture of a fairy on it. Underneath and to the side of the picture, there are tiny, immaculately legible words. Careful one does not get too close, as his body language is difficult to read.]
Setting: Floor 82 (the ballroom)--Floor 86 (the fae ring floor)--Floor 27 (the laboratory)
Format: action!
Summary: Doom begins his "expedition" into the other floors of the tower, increasing his knowledge along the way, before settling down in the newly discovered lab to...well, you know what he does.
Warnings: Monster encounters are possible, so caution. Also, incoming ham.
Floor Eighty-Two
How quaint...
[The new mask on his face is...rather silly. It is black, red trim, and is actually placed on his current, ever present mask.]
Finally, there is some class in this forsaken tower! If this is but a tacky place...
[He of course removes the mask, dodgy as the look was. Given his already exotic cloak, he sees little need to change for this place. While before it was merely for exploration, this place indeed had everything for those of the upper class could want--minus the wine, as always.]
[Although prying questions from him at this point might not seem as different as one might think...]
Doom does not impress easily, as well!
Floor Eighty-Six
[Several mushroom rings dot the area.]
[Being a master of magic himself, Doom is 'quite' aware of the dangers the fae folk possess even to the most powerful wizards.]
So. There truly is no place the fairies cannot go. As fascinating as always. [He dare not approach any of the rings, only wandering until he finds one that has enough room for him to squat down and observe the rings themselves. Doom cannot see the fae, despite his magically enchanted mask, but that is because the fairies aren't invisible, per say. In actuality, they just don't want to be seen. It is as simple as that.]
"Exaccus Magickus"?...Bah. That is not this breed. Nothing is indigenous to this blasted tower or any other world!
[Despite the frustration, he nonetheless continues his observation. Just beside him, a book floats of its own volition. It opens suddenly and turns at a super fast rate before reaching a seemingly random page, conjuring a quill from subspace as it begins to write down what Doom is saying.]
Dark purple rings, white spots...at random patterns, all around the ring. No fae mushroom is exactly like another. In fact, it is through my expert observation that--
[It goes on for a bit. Perfect concentration, he observes just outside the ring while making these recordings...Doom has never stood out this much before.]
Floor Twenty-Seven
[Hunched a little before a work table, sparks flying in all directions at times, Dr. Doom at last goes back to doing what he does best--inventing mysterious and yet powerful devices for his own personal agenda.]
.....
[With the work ethic of a well tuned, well oiled automaton, Doom's body remains in the lab but his mind is worlds away. And much like a machine, his speech is fixed, monotone, so much unlike his boisterous self. Of course, this is merely the other half that comprises the intellectual known as Victor von Doom. One is the king, the other is the scientist, and so work goes forward as is always planned.]
[Only a couple of beakers and tools are at his side. A mysterious, apparently magical tome is also on the table, open, with a picture of a fairy on it. Underneath and to the side of the picture, there are tiny, immaculately legible words. Careful one does not get too close, as his body language is difficult to read.]
no subject
[The flames of hate fill his eyes. Almost literally. Almost, this time.]
It seems to be the only foe I face anymore, even in the world I was in before this. A small..."venting" is in order. [The air grows colder as it darkens.]
I would seem folly for using this power...on meager worms!!!
[The green energy flares up, menacingly, obliterating several of the monsters that tried jumping at him all at once.] Incompetence surrounds me at every turn--*zap*--and Doom is not pleased. Not at all. When I wish to fight, it will be for a challenge, not bottom rung hobbleheads!"
His angry outburst seems to be...some sort of catharsis for him?...
no subject
[Another wave of her hand sent the last few stragglers up in flames.]
Surely there must be something in this place that would present a challenge to you?
[Since... Y'know, he looked like he needed one.]
no subject
[He seemed...lost, for a half a moment.]
And true progress, hopefully. I am a man of science and sorcery, woman. And Doom shall do what it is he is known for--[Doom's hands grip.]--and do the impossible.