lunatic_laugh (lunatic_laugh) wrote in marvel_legends,
@ 2011-06-28 00:08:00

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Two Moments To Change Everything
Some people say you get one moment in your life where, in the space of just that moment, the decision you make will shape everything from then on for you.

Phil Urich was about to have two.

Life was pretty good. Uncle Ben and even the higher-ups at the Bugle had received his work on the Latveria story well, and everyone seemed to love his pictures. The old man had even asked him to help with another research project, doing site-photography for decomissioned H.A.M.M.E.R. facilities and other holdings by Osborne. Phil didn't have the heart to tell his uncle how the last round of investigating anything Osborne had gone, so he agreed.

He'd just been finishing snapshots of a helipad center when something in the back of his brain tickled him just a little. The same sort of impulse that had made him steal Chris' pendant. The same sort that had driven him to cut the deal with Fujikawa. The same sort that had let him know just who to call to put Hollow into protective custody.

And, of course, with his track record in decision making, he found himself in a safe-house, having keyed something in on a pad, he was pretty sure.

"...woah."

Next generation Goblin gear adorned the walls. A fully functioning workshop, safe-house, and small manufacturing depot.

"This... this is..."

No. No, he's not allowed to make any kind of decision about this. Not in his current state of mind. He goes out, gets a cup of coffee, and comes back, trying to make sense of it all. He's about two sips in when he hears the door at the end of the hallway open again, and he dives behind a console in terror.

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	legends_baddie 2011-06-30 08:17 pm UTC (link)
	Kingsley stops and looks at him a second. "We've never met. Trust me, if we had, you'd be in the ground right now. You must have fought that idiot, Macendale. I'm the original Hobgoblin." Kingsley sifts through Phil's wallet. "Phil Urich, reporter for the Daily Bugle. A reporter AND a wannabe vigilante. This doesn't inspire me to let you go, son." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

lunatic_laugh
2011-06-30 08:21 pm UTC (link)

"I thought Ned Leeds was the original?"

Dammit, Uncle Ben's rubbing off on him too much if that is really his concern right now.

"Like I'm gonna tell the cops I just came from a Goblin safehouse that I got into first? How's that gonna make me look? I got nothing, man..." Phil grasps for any way to talk his way out of this, as something starts to shift in his mind.

"Except..."

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	legends_baddie 2011-06-30 08:32 pm UTC (link)
	Roderick smiles a bit at that. Convincing people Leeds was the original Hobgoblin was still one of his favorite accomplishments. He takes in what the kid was saying. "How DID you find this place? And what can you offer me that would be convincing enough for me to let you live?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	lunatic_laugh 2011-06-30 08:51 pm UTC (link)
	"I've got this trick.." Phil's shoulders shift slightly, and his eyes dilate. "Nobody else got it but me. This one. Little. Trick." His shoulders and head start to shake, before a faint hum can be heard. It swells into an ear-splitting thunderous cackling laughter. His Lunatic Laugh. He turns it full-blast on the Hobgoblin. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	legends_baddie 2011-06-30 11:04 pm UTC (link)
	Kingsley shrieked in pain, hands desperately trying to block the sound out. He stumbled around, making his way toward the sword. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

lunatic_laugh
2011-07-01 01:09 am UTC (link)

The laughter was almost unnatural in how it flooded the room. "How do you like them apples, huh?" Phil's pain-threshold shifting, he reached over and ripped the bat from his jacket and the wall, advancing on Hobgoblin, continually punctuating his words with insane laughter.

"This is MY power! None of the other goblins got it!" He kicks out at his stomach. "Not Osborne!" He grabs the sword. "Not his KID!" He can't resist cackling as he presses a switch, causing the sword to burst into flame.

"Damn sure not you or Leeds or Macendale!" Phil's expression shifts to a maddened grin as he lifts the sword up.

Do it!

This is your chance!

This is your moment to change everything about you!

...no.

He slams the hilt down on the back of his staggered opponent's head as hard as he can

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	legends_baddie 2011-07-01 01:14 am UTC (link)
	The blow cracks down on Kingsley's head, sending the original Hobgoblin crumbling to the floor. As he does a cell phone falls from his pocket. A voice with a thick German accent is calling out on the other end. "Kingzley! Vat iz happening!? Vat is going on!? If thiz iz zome cheap trick to avoid payment there vill be hell to pay!" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

lunatic_laugh
2011-07-01 01:30 am UTC (link)

Phil's laughter finally subsides, and he peers at the phone, picking it up and trying to approximate his downed opponent's voice.

"It's all fine. Just had to clear out some refuse. You'll get what's coming to you. Change in plans though. Gonna have to do a cash drop. Text me the time and place that works for you." He ends the call.

...okay, why did you just do that, Phil? You need to get this guy disarmed, tied, and call Captain America or something

You need to get away from all of this.

You need to get away.

You need to get all this stuff away.

There's some fumbling as Phil wrenches the mask free from Kingsley, holding it up at eye level.

"S'alright?" He chuckles, grin stretching his face again, as he shifts tones. "S'alright."

Later that night, there's a chorus of shrieking laughter and a putrid exhaust trail as Roderick Kingsley is dumped, gagged and bound, in front of 1 Police Plaza, as a manic figure streaks away through the sky.

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