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Vincent Amorason ([info]quitethecharmer) wrote,
@ 2011-09-09 19:32:00

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Post-Reboot: Origin + Sample Post
Victor von Doom came to attention as the portal opened in his throne room. Those Doombots which possessed magic detectors readied their offensive systems.

"Stand down." He issues a command as he recognizes the arriving figure. The Enchantress. Her arrival was not expected, but it was not outside the realm of his preparations.

"Victor, darling, you look well. Have you been getting more sun?" Amora states breezily, although her form flickers faintly.

"Dispense with the illusions, Enchantress. Reveal yourself."

Her image nods, and then fades away, revealing her indeed to be in the same location, but holding a sleeping infant wrapped in swaddling cloth. "We should have words."

His eyes shift behind the mask, and he disables the recording devices in the room, standing, his very posture demanding an explanation.

"Our tryst was not unsatisfying, Victor... this is the result." She strokes her fingers over the infant's cheek, before her gaze stiffens again and returns to Doom. "You will care for him."

Doom slowly advances across the room to her, examining the infant, whose eyes open, as it coos softly. He is silent for a long few moments, before gently laying a gauntlet against the child's head delicately. "He has my mother's eyes." After receiving a nod from her, he takes the child. "To what end do you surrender him to me?"

"Those are my reasons, Doom. Raise him well. I will be watching." She leans down and kisses the baby's forehead softly. "Be well, and grow powerful, my sweet Vincent." She rises, gives Doom one final stare, then leaves.

For a few long minutes, the room is silent, punctuated only by a few gurgling sounds by the baby before it falls asleep.

"Kristoff," Doom intoned over the castle's communication systems. "Come here."


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