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Kristoff Vernard, aka Kristoff Von Doom ([info]discardedheir) wrote,
@ 2009-05-12 06:52:00


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Flashback: 12 years ago.
Kristoff Vernard Von Doom is fifteen years old. Fifteen, and frightened, and guilty.

But he couldn't let him do it. The Master of Latveria had always valued his honor. Kristoff just could not have stood right there as he sullied it by killing the Fantastic Four that way. When they were effectively helpless and had only been trying to help. It had been a clear violation of the makeshift truce -- in spirit anyway. Possibly not to the letter; possibly Kristoff had missed something...

At any rate, Kristoff's pleading protestations, his interference, had bought the Four the time to get away, earlier. And now he stood, his mask off and clasped in his hands behind his back, looking at the floor. Waiting for his sovereign and his guardian, whom he loves very much, to say something.


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[info]nextgen_baddie
2009-05-13 02:11 am UTC (link)
Doom has no patience for traitors.

"You will leave Latveria, and not return, on pain of death."

He turns halfway, looking at the child in armor.

"Vincent, my son, dispose of the fool."

The boy steps forward, raising an arm as blue energy crackles in the palm of his gauntlet. His eyes are impassive. "Yes, father." A repulsor blast floods forward.

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[info]discardedheir
2009-05-13 02:26 am UTC (link)
Considering the conversation, Kristoff had turned off all of his armor's automatic shielding.

He just stares with pain until he's knocked out of the room by the blast.

When he recovers, he'll pull himself up, start moving, and just not stop until he gets to Symkaria. It was less running for his life than just not being able to stand it all.

The Symkarians would probably feel a lot more threatened by the sudden landing of an armored figure at their Latverian border if it wasn't for all the sniffling and sobbing. After he'd stopped, because it would certainly be beneath his dignity as a Von Doo -- as a Latverian citi-- beneath Kristoff's dignity to do it before, he called New York from the border station.

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