legends_baddie:


Quasimodo walked over the crumpled bodies of the AIM personnel as he began his search of the lab. The location was on a small unmarked island in the Pacific. Norman Osborn had discovered this group of AIM scientists, but saw them as little threat and wrote them off. Normally Quasimodo would agree, but this group had been studying a subject that interested him, biomechanics. They were looking for ways to create humanoids with bionic enhancements of a less mechanical nature. What the Living Computer wanted more than anything, was to attain a human body. If what these AIM scientists had tried to do worked, then feasibly not only could Quasimodo create a body for himself, but a body that would allow him to transfer his power as well. On that glorious day, his life would begin anew. He'd use Osborn's archives to make him a power unto himself. 

"At last I will be the master. It will take time, but if there is one thing a living computer has, it's patience."

Quasimodo then began to sift through AIM's files.

latverianregent:

Kristoff was being kept pretty busy by the current projects, and by his fears. Suddenly, he noticed a call coming in on the private line. He pulls it up and bows.

"Sir."

i_am_doom:

Doom does not normally use an image inducer or hide his face beyond his mask, but today warranted such, if for no other reason that he did not need his enemies dogging his heels at this point in time. He looks up at the Ghudaza branch of Diabolous Industries from the bench in the industrial park and shakes his head again; it's so blatant that only a caveman could miss it. But when Doom looked about, all he could see, in a sense, were cavemen.

He enters the building and looks down upon the secretary.

"I'm here with my appointment for Mr. Jericho. Please tell him I've arrived." Doom says, cutting the air with the fingers of his hand that she cannot see. He presses upon her will, just so, and she presses button on the intercom.

"Mr. Jericho, you have a visitor..." she says, looking up as she realizes she doesn't know his name.

"Tell him Doom is here." 

"Doom wishes to speak with you, sir." she says flatly, the mental fog having settled over her mind.

latverianregent:

It was a time of indulgence. Kristoff was playing one of his Leslie Fish albums while he worked on blueprints for the changes in irrigation systems. The nationwide effort for expanding the innovative and inexpensive power grid was going well; and looked to improve quality of life as well as economic production possibilities. But always cleanly. There could be no turning of the country into one of the many filthy, polluted places in other parts of Eastern Europe. This was Latveria.

So he's happily working, and humming along to the music.

"Young -- I mean, Dr. Vernard?" One of the staff asks.
"Yes, Hans?"
"There's an official screen-call for you."
He won't get excited. He knows who it's not -- Doom would have used the private connection set up for him, most likely. "Thank you, Hans. Have them put it on screen here."
Kristoff turns the music down and straightens his ever-formal posture even more.

i_am_doom:

Doom's arrived in Moscow under the cover of darkness, the chill of the winter air stinging his eyes. This was the only effect that the cold had upon him; his armor's life-support systems managed his body temperature easily as he walked across the darkened landscape leading to the city. The time was nearly at hand to make his appearance to the "Russian" president, and Doom could still hear the crowing of those blithering idiots in their self-styled "Intelligencia" . Leader and M.O.D.O.K. were out of the picture, and with them went the true power behind the group.

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legends_media:

"Today's top story in the corporate world is the complete takeover of Oscorp assets by the fledging new conglomerate, Diaboulus. Oscorp had suffered significantly after it's CEO, former Seceretary of Defense Norman Osborn, was arrested for his treasonous actions. When it seemed his former company would be liquidated entirely, reclusive CEO Malik Jericho bought the rights to the company's former patents and subsidiaries. This reporter had a chance to briefly speak to Mr. Jericho after his meeting with former Oscorp executives."

The camera cuts to the report running up to a tall, black man with a slight eerie presence to him.

"Mr. Jericho, what do you say to the rumors that your company  is looking to exploit whatever shady dealings Mr. Osborn may have had in the works?"

The man turns down to face the reporter.

""No one is going to claim that the things Norman Osborn has done both as the Green Goblin and as Secretary of Defense were not deplorable. However his company is full of bright minds and hard workers who shouldn't suffer due to their employer's actions. I saw an opportunity to preserve jobs and make a profit while doing it. As for whether we turn up anything Osborn may have been working on, well you can just ask SHIELD officials, who will confirm that Diabolous will be more than cooperative in handing over anything Osborn may have left behind.  Now if you'll excuse me, I have an appointment."

The big man entered his limosine as the reporter directed the camera back to her coworkers at the station.